Freedom is Slavery (16 page)

"I’ve been gone for some time," she said. "I told my husband that when I got back he was to have a new slave for us. Someone he could mold into the perfect little bitch. He’s shown me the progress of your body on the tapes from our bedroom. He also says that he’s manipulated you to do whatever he wants in here as long as you get praise. Is that true?"

There wasn’t anything false in what she said. While this isn’t what I had in mind by trying to please him, I had done anything and everything he commanded in order to get a positive response. I wanted to articulate this, but all I could do was nod my head.

"Perfect," she said. "He’s going to fuck you for me and then release you. We’re going to then see if you come back for more at your regularly appointed time. We hope you don’t disappoint us." She nodded again and the cold on my asshole was quickly heated. There was pressure there as well. And then a grunt of effort and my asshole was opened to him.

I wanted to scream and flail but, instead, I tried to hold my feet on the ground as he pushed into me, taking me, raping me, making me his, opening me with his cock. He put his hands on my hips and started pulling me into him. I realized that this was exactly like part of our routine and I got into the rhythm. The difference was that during our routine he never had his cock inside of me. In and out, he rode me hard and I began to find pleasure in the sensations. I found myself pushing back to meet his thrusts and push him deeper into me. My eyes were closed until I felt the stare of his wife on me and I met her gaze as her husband plowed my back forty.

She had one hand in her pants, masturbating, as she sat watching me getting fucked. I felt him getting faster and more desperate. He was grunting like an animal and I was in heaven. I felt him push and jerk and could tell that he was cumming in me. Without a touch, I felt my own cock spraying its load as well almost as if he were cumming through me.

He held onto my hips for a few last thrusts before pulling out. I felt so empty without him in me and, suddenly, I realized that I would now do anything he asked in order to feel that sensation again.

His wife left the garage and he undid the cuffs that kept me aloft and bound. Without a word, he left me there. I went back into their house and changed into my street clothes and left as she was starting dinner.

I replayed the previous six months in my head as I drove home, feeling the sticky lubrication under me. I thought about it when I got home and showered, masturbating under the hot spray and imagining the feel of him in me. I couldn’t get it out of my mind that night or the next day at work.

The next evening, I was back at his house at my appointed time and ready for anything.

I was working my first internship at college. Those were the days when I thought that being a lawyer would be one part
Paper Chase
and two parts
L.A. Law
. There was nothing so glorious at Pierce and Pierce. They had a steady supply of free labor coming in from the university and rather than being the "star intern," I was just another face in the crowd. Or so I thought.

My morning rounds were progressing as usual. I was delivering mail to the executive offices (how glamorous), I was keeping my head down and going in and out of the offices as quickly and quietly as I could (as I had been directed). And so I was amazed one day when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the mail directly from me and said, "Thank you, Louis."

How he knew my name, I wasn’t sure. We hadn’t been introduced—though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns.

Mr. Beechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored. If I had to choose one word to describe him, it’d be immaculate. I noticed that his nails had been buffed to a fine sheen as they reached out and took the mail from me. It felt like Mr. Beechem was saying much more than just "thank you" when he spoke to me. Oddly, throughout the rest of the day, I kept coming back to that moment and it stirred something foreign inside of me.

The next morning, I was particularly excited to do my rounds again. The idea of seeing Mr. Beechem again was intriguing to me. He was there and he thanked me again for the mail. As I started to walk out of his office, Mr. Beecham spoke to me again.

"Oh, Louis... I’m having a get-together tonight. I was wondering if you would be interested in attending."

I stammered a bit before I agreed.

He wrote down his address on the back of his business card and handed it to me. "I look forward to seeing you."

I think I blushed.

When I arrived at his estate, I wasn’t surprised by the immaculately-tended grounds or ornate chateau. I was surprised however, to find that I was the only guest. Mr. Beechem’s servant showed me to the drawing room where Mr. Beechem was waiting.

"Louis, a pleasure to see you!" he exclaimed when I entered. He looked genuinely happy to see me.

He was a bit less aloof out of his office and definitely more relaxed in his dress and manner, though he was still immaculate. He offered me a glass of wine which I happily accepted. I don’t know what I had expected in terms of this get-together, but it wasn’t being alone with one of the heavy hitters in a legal firm that some people would kill to work for. It took everything I had to not chug my wine.

"I asked you here tonight because you really caught my eye. There’s something about you that makes you really stand out," Mr. Beechem said, his eyes boring into mine. He said it with such seriousness that I found my eyes riveted to his. "I think you’ve got what it takes to really go far at Pierce and Pierce and I’d like to help you get there."

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was terrific news!

"You’re going to need a mentor and a protector. There will be a lot of jealousy if anyone knows that I’m sponsoring you. Do you want my help?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Beechem, of course. That would be marvelous," I said, gushing a little more than I would have liked.

"Good," he said, getting up and taking my now empty wineglass with him. As he began refilling it he added, "All you have to do is ask."

It seemed like this was more of a question than a statement and an odd air of anticipation hung over the room.

"Uh, yes, sir," I stammered. "I’d like your help."

Mr. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. "I’m glad to hear it. Will you give yourself over to my guidance?"

This seemed like an innocent question but the way that Mr. Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it.

"Y-yes, sir," I said, taking another drink of my wine as my throat seemed to have gone dry.

Mr. Beechem adjusted himself in his chair, making me realize just how close he was sitting to me. "Excellent. I really want to help you, Louis, and I think I have a lot to teach you." To emphasize the last few words, Mr. Beechem reached out and put his hand on my knee, startling me. "I took the time to familiarize myself with all of the personnel records of the interns at the firm and you stood out. Something about what I read and what I’ve seen told me that you will be open to my tutelage."

He had gone from touching my knee to stroking my leg gently. I felt very uncomfortable by his familiarity but, at the same time, it felt nice. And, to get this kind of one-on-one time with Mr. Beechem was invaluable.

"You’re in need of a strong father-figure in your life. Someone to protect you, and to fight for you. Someone to make you feel safe. Doesn’t that sound nice?"

"Yes, sir."

"And doesn’t that feel nice?" he added, his hand now rubbing my thigh. Breathless, I nodded my acknowledgement.

His hand continued, going up my leg and pausing slightly as he discovered my erection in my pants. "That’s good," he said. "I’ll be that person. I’ll protect you. I’ll help you. I’ll make you know it. All that I ask is that you trust me. Do you trust me, Louis?"

His fingers were now stroking the head of my penis through my sheer dress pants. It was if he were tracking every vein and sending electricity straight from my penis to my brain.

"Yes, sir," I managed to say.

"When we’re alone like this, I want you to call me Daddy. Understood?"

"Yes, S—Daddy."

As soon as I said the words, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my mouth and his hand now squeezed my erection harder. Mr. Beechem kissed me long and hard, his free hand going through my hair and gripping it tightly. It was as if he grew to three times his normal size. I felt absolutely tiny in his hands.

Leaning over me, he began pulling me down to the floor, laying me down on the plush rug that dominated the room. Laying next to me, Mr. Beechem quickly had my belt undone and was pushing my pants down before he moved his hands up to unbutton my shirt. His strong fingers found my nipples and he began touching one and then the other. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt like I was melting beneath him. This only intensified as he moved his mouth from mine and to my neck. His biting and sucking caused me to moan aloud and this seemed to spur him on even more.

Breaking for a second he said, "Tell Daddy that you like it."

"Like it? Oh, Daddy, I love it... it feels so good."

He bit down on my neck, the way a wild animal shows another that it could rip out the weaker beast’s throat at any time. I surrendered to him completely. I was his. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel good, too. I reached out for him, trying to find where his penis could be in his pants.

"Shhh, shh," he said, putting my hands at my side. "Don’t worry, Daddy will show you his cock when you’re ready. Just be a good boy and let Daddy do what needs to be done." Mr. Beechem was practically on top of me now as he put his tongue into my mouth once again.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I began sucking on his tongue. He could feel my suction and began drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if he was making love to it. His fingers wrapped around my bare erection and he began stroking me in time with his tongue.

"That’s a very talented mouth you have," he said, looking down at me. "That’s good. That’s something Daddy’s going to enjoy. But, there’s something Daddy needs to take care of first."

Getting between my legs, he pushed them up until they were high in the air. I grabbed the back of my thighs to help keep them up, not sure what was going on. Mr. Beechem undid his pants and freed his penis from his pants. As small as I felt before, I felt even more so now. This was a man’s penis I was seeing. It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Mr. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix. I didn’t know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole.

"Tell Daddy who you belong to," he said.

I couldn’t lie. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. "I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you."

As I said the final word, he moved his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind.

"Who owns you?" he asked.

"You do, Daddy. You own me." He pushed deeper into me. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood.

"Tell me what you need, little boy."

"I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you." Where these words were coming from? I didn’t know but they kept coming as he kept pushing deeper inside of me. "I need to be yours, to please you, to make you proud of me. I want to be the perfect boy for you. I want to do whatever you want me to do. I will be good for you, Daddy. I am yours."

He was now completely inside of me. I was completely invaded. I was completely his. He began rocking back and forth, going in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I could see the sweat on his brow and the concentration on his face. I could feel the warm, sweaty hair of his belly as it rubbed against my erection beneath him. His breathing became hard and his thrusts more intense as I felt his balls slapping against my bottom. It felt as if his erection was getting even bigger now inside of me, growing with each breath. Bigger, and bigger, until there came an incredible sensation inside of me as Mr. Beechem orgasmed. I could feel the semen pushing deep inside of me and going around his penis until it came dripping out of my bottom. He continued to fuck me until his orgasm subsided.

Lying down next to me, spent, Mr. Beechem pulled me close to him, holding me in his arms. I felt safe there. He stroked my hair and I felt like I belonged there with him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which I had found where I needed to be.

Mr. Beechem put my mouth onto his nipples and allowed me to feel them get hard under my tongue. It wasn’t long until I could see that his penis was stirring again.

"Now, show me how well you can use that mouth," he said.

I didn’t hesitate to take his erection into my mouth as deeply as I could. I choked myself a little in my vigor but soon got used to his girth and could take a good deal of it into my mouth for a few seconds at a time. My hand could barely wrap around the base of his penis completely.

I began stroking him and felt him get even bigger in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of his penis, swirling and sucking as best I could. My other hand cupped his heavy balls and he moaned softly as I began pumping my head up and down on him.

I could feel his balls tightening and tried to prepare myself for his orgasm. Even though he had just cum inside of me, his second orgasm seemed no less large as he flooded my mouth, giving me my first taste of semen. I swallowed it down hungrily, loving the sensation of him filling me up and loving that I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. I kept sucking, as if I couldn’t wait for the next time he would fill me up.

Eventually, he pulled me away from his cock and back up into the crook of his arm. "That’s a good boy," he cooed, kissing me deeply. "We’re going to be good for one another, I can tell."