Chapter 13: Hunter Becomes a Bondage Model

(Clarence continues narrating)

I introduced myself as the one who had made the appointment, and was ushered over to the Slave Models section and a specialist named Mr Brown began our interview.

“Let me introduce the Slave Modeling end of our business,” he began. “The big advantage of slave models is that we can do much more extreme scenes – more pain, more bondage, more humiliation, much longer and more repetitive scenes than a free actor would tolerate. The only problem is that very attractive slaves are expensive and their owners aren’t generally interested in sharing them. But attractive slaves – like Licker here – cute name by the way – sell our products much more effectively, it’s basic marketing that attractive models sell well. And videos featuring them sell too.” He showed us a website of extreme S+M videos, saying that these expensive videos sold “like hotcakes”.

He continued: “So, fill out this form, letting us know what kinds of things we can make Licker do – we will never do things the owner doesn’t consent to. Of course, the more we can do, the more we can offer in exchange. OK, let us physically examine the model while you fill that out.”

As Licker was led away I realized that I needed to mention that I was planning to auction his virginity, and Mr Brown immediately knew how to handle it, saying that they wouldn’t do anything to stretch his ass or leave marks until he had lost his virginity, but my answers on the form should be for after that time. He added a rider clause to the contract as we sat there specifying that.

“Will you pay me the full rate during that time, even though you can’t fully use him?”

“Yeah, we’ll offer that as a signing on bonus for you, since Mr Keller referred you here although we wouldn’t want the period to be longer than a month at the most.”

I laughed and said it wouldn’t be that long. After that, the form was easy to fill out. “Yes,” to everything that wouldn’t permanently damage him, incapacitate him or leave a mark for more than two weeks. There was an interesting series of questions about which types of extreme roles he could take on:

Pain Threshold _____ (1 – 10)

Discomfort Tolerance _____ (1 – 10)

Cramped space Tolerance _____ (1 – 10)

Flexibility / Agility _____ (1 – 10)

Strength _____ (1 – 10)

Endurance _____ (1 - 10)

Mental Fortitude _____ (1 – 10)

Balance _____ (1 – 10)

Seeing that he was a star athlete, I marked 10 for all of them.

Eventually Hunter’s physical was over and we all reconvened in Mr Brown’s office. Hunter was once again wearing an arm-binder and was gagged with a penis gag that was held in place with a wide leather strap. He couldn’t make even the smallest sound. The gag and arm-binder were both emblazoned with the company’s logo.

“Well Hunter’s physical body is in mint condition. Just stellar, everything came back really top notch. He apparently kicked and screamed during some of the tests, but that’s really common.”

“In fact, everyone agrees that Hunter is adorably cute, and he somehow looks even cuter when he’s under duress! That’s exactly how we like our models!”

“Now turning to your form, I think we are mostly in agreement. Of course, we actually measured his pain and discomfort levels, and he’s kind-of a baby actually, more like a 2 or a 2.5 max. But it’s very popular to watch a 2 go into a scene with a much higher level, you can just tell by their faces they’re in over their heads,” he said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Anyway, we are happy to include him in scenes above his measured level, so long as his master or masters approve.”

“We approve,” all of us three ex-brothers said in unison. Hunter looked terrified at the previous discussion, but he couldn’t object or prevent his brothers from renting him out.

“Um, I haven’t even told you what we are offering!” Mr Brown was amused, clearly he was dealing with amateurs. “We expect Hunter to work at least one four hour shift per week. He may work up to six shifts, as long as we both agree, meaning his owners and BondCo. Obviously we don’t take the slave’s opinion into consideration.”

“Obviously!” I agreed.

“In exchange, as a perk, you are entitled to one copy of any small punishment, bondage gear, and other devices from our store room up to a certain value. The amount increases with the number of sessions your slave does. You may also have on loan larger items that you want. Again the amount you may borrow depends on Licker’s attendance but you can increase that amount by posting photos and videos weekly on the Social Servant Network.”

Neither the twins nor I had really looked at the Social Servant Network so we didn’t know about it. But free gear sounded good to us all.

“I think you’ll get a following on the Social Servant Network. Attractive slaves usually do. Just make sure you put him in lots of amusing situations and lots of punishment, especially humiliating or sexual punishments: those will make Licker here a star.” He paused, “And once you do, there are lots of ways to turn that following into cash. For now, focus on attracting a following!”

{Great}, I thought, {the twins probably understand that stuff better than I do}. I asked, “Can you guys help build his following?”

“Hell yeah, we got lots of viral slave challenges for Hunter, I mean, Licker to try out. He’s going to be super popular,” Tad, our very own internet guru, said.

Hearing this, Hunter blushed, knowing that a popular slave was a humiliated one.

Since we didn’t really know what we were doing, Mr Brown, I found out later, rather low-balled us, offering a modest amount of cash per shift, around the value of a TV, but was reasonably generous on the equipment side. At the time we were happy to accept it; just glad that our slave was already starting to earn his keep. Unlike the twins, of course, I knew there was no real need for this money now but they were excited Hunter was going to get them a load of new toys to play with.

“We can start his first shift now,” Mr Brown helpfully offered, “and you can browse our inventory to see what you want to take home.”

“No time like the present,” I quipped, and Mr Brown snapped his fingers and two guards quickly led Licker through a door marked Studios.

Mr Brown said that he was too busy to personally lead us on a tour of the giant facilities, but he called a salesman over to show us around the massive floor room. After briefly explaining the financial arrangement, he left us to explore with the salesman.

I told him that we needed furnishings for a new slave, as well as something for a masturbation problem.

I asked the twins what they wanted to see. Chad answered, “Punishment and bondage equipment.”

The salesman laughed and said that that was probably too much for one day. I agreed and told the twins we could get more punishment equipment as we needed it, but the other stuff we needed right away. The twins were too excited for this to dampen their enthusiasm much.

I explained that the slave quarters were too large and he needed somewhere smaller to sleep – a slave just should not take up that much room. The associate walked us over to a large section called “Sleeping Cages”. Some were very small and he said that those were considered too small by modern standards but were still legal and some masters swore by them.

“But,” he cautioned, “if you want to get a full day’s work out of a boy, you gotta let him stretch out. That’s why modern sleeping cages are usually the size of a single mattress and come in various heights. It used to be common for slaves to have to crawl into their cage, but it limited the kinds of poses and activities they could do in them, so most owners go for a mid-height model, in between crawling and standing height. Finally, some owners like a full-height model, which means the slave’s head touches the ceiling when they stand on their toes: it seems ridiculously tall to me, but some owners like to keep their slaves in stand-up bondage in the cage.”

I turned to the twins, “I think mid-height makes most sense, especially since we aren’t paying.”

“It’ll be easier for photographing him and of course many come with a false ceiling you can slide in at any height so you can turn them into low cages for a time,” the salesman pointed out. OK, anyway, now that that’s decided, you can the pick out the model of cage you want!” He walked us over to the mid-size cage section. These were ordered from cheapest to most expensive.” He gestured first to some wrought-iron and chicken-wire cages that looked very amateur, then moved through some elegant glass and metal affairs, finally pointing at a smooth plexiglass box.

“Whoa,” the twins said, “that one looks really nice.”

We walked over to the cuboid cell. It was about the size of the beds we used to have when we were little kids. With the touch of a button the cell changed from blue to transparent, exposing the contents of the cell. “All the controls are on the outside, of course,” he began. “It’s got complete control of temperature, humidity, air speed and odor. You can control a stereo that’s louder than a jet engine. But it’s completely soundproofed so you can’t hear it at all.” He opened the door a crack and loud music blared out. He closed it again, completely silencing the music.

He continued, “The floor is slightly padded, so no separate mattress, blankets or pillows are needed, and in fact, are discouraged for slave use. The entire thing is waterproof and can be washed out with a hose. The thing can even be filled with water. One of our clients even used it to waterboard his slave after he over-salted his master’s food.” He shook his head, “Some of this stuff you just can’t make up!”

“Anyway, inside the cube, all the sides and top can act as video screens that can be set to any video feed you desire, either individually or in any combination; training videos are the usual things slaves watch. When not showing videos they act as mirrors, so all the slave can see is himself. This encourages good behavior, because the slave has no way to know if he is being watched.”