Chapter 6: The Rise of Clarence

(Clarence narrates)

Mr Keller looked like he was about to faint when he saw the fully enslaved Hunter. He took a few seconds to regain his composure. He walked slowly around Hunter, tapping and patting his muscles and groin.

Once he had circled and leered at every detail of Hunter’s physique, he circled around again, studying every inch of smooth, taut flesh on our perfect specimen of a high school athlete.

“Really unbelievable! Such an opportunity!” he said giddily under his breath, shaking his head and unable to suppress a giant grin.

As the twins rushed down the stairs he went back to his lawyerly manner, and gave us an update on our family’s situation. Dad had pled guilty and taken life imprisonment, since a trial could have led to the death penalty, which he was very afraid of, along with the financial costs that would be incurred from a trial. He would be eligible for parole after a number of years. With Dad in prison, and due to technical requirements surrounding the slavery, I had been appointed the head of family and I had new rights and responsibilities, once certain legal formalities had been approved at least.

“Legal formalities?” I asked, “I hope there’s no problem.”

Keller replied reassuringly: “I certainly don’t expect any – we interviewed staff members, guards and observers from the Slave’s processing, who all provided glowing testimonials. I’m just waiting on the waiver that’s needed since you are not eighteen yet. When can we schedule a private meeting to go through your family’s financial arrangements?”

“Now would be great, except I’ve got to get the slave sorted out.”

“Actually, he can come into our private meeting.”

“Well, I’m not really sure I want to talk with him around. It wouldn’t really be private then, right?”

“Actually, it will, thanks to technology! Which I happen to have in my briefcase, by coincidence. Another client gave it to me as a gift when they were upgrading.”

Now I was pretty curious what he was talking about, but I realized that the twins probably needed to be occupied since they had had quite a stressful day. So I said, “Guys, I’m sorry that it’s been a scary couple of days where a lot has happened. I’ll come and talk to you both after meeting with Mr Keller. Can you play quietly until we’ve finished and then we’ll order pizza?”

The twins were still obviously upset, but that seemed to calm them down and I had noticed they had been really staring at Hunter’s new look. My main goal was to make sure they were on my side to help with his training, and to make sure they weren’t going to do anything stupid to try to help Hunter. Hopefully the pizza would distract them.

With that, I attached an old dog leash to Hunter’s collar and tugged him along, still with his wrists bound to his neck. We walked over to Dad’s spacious, sound-insulated office since it seemed like the natural place to conduct this business.

Dad had this crazily nice mahogany desk that we were never even allowed to touch. I don’t even know why this bothered me so much, but I sat down at it, and kicked up my muddy feet, making a mess of the perfect surface. Looking over at Hunter, I could see him fuming, barely able to contain how pissed off he was about my behavior. I removed my shoes and left them there, more-or-less as a test.

“Don’t worry Hunter, you’ll get to clean it up later.”

And that pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck You,” he said, quietly, but audibly, and with a real tone of defiance. It looked like he was about to say something else, but Mr Keller, who had opened his briefcase, removed a mini cattle prod, which sent Hunter to the floor, writhing.

“Didn’t Slave Processing give you a remote for those shockers?” he asked, referring to the electric control devices locked onto Hunter’s neck and balls. “You should always keep it at the ready, trust me!”

“OK, Tough guy,” Keller said. “Fortunately, I expected there might be some issues with this one, so I brought along some simple arm binders. And the device I mentioned earlier, a high-tech ‘sucker’s muzzle’.”

“First, the arm binders. Locking his wrists like they are is good for preventing him from doing anything stupid, but it interferes with the muzzle.”

Hunter, still quite shaken from the shock and still not used to being enslaved burst out, “Don’t worry it’s not necessary,” which of course earned him another prodding, and he was quivering as the lawyer pulled each wrist up behind his back to the other shoulder, pinning it high and ineffective, fastening it to the collar with a short chain.

After that, he pulled little leather mittens over Hunter’s hands and buckled them on as well. Now he couldn’t use his fingers either.

“You know,” Keller said, “that is good enough, but I happen to have a spreader bar for his ankles. Don’t you think that would complete the picture?”

I agreed completely and Hunter’s ankles were now fastened two feet [60cm] apart with an adjustable spreader bar. Both the lawyer and I had been rock hard this whole time and we were both painfully horny. Still, I had the reserve to say, - “I am saving his cherry for the moment, so I like the spreader but don’t get any ideas.” I thought for a moment. “Still you can use his mouth.”

“Excellent, in fact, I was going to waive my fees in exchange for some play time so it’s nice that you made it less awkward by offering. It’s a fucked-up kink of mine that I like throat-fucking the really fresh boys who haven’t learned how to avoid gagging and all that.”

As the lawyer was talking, he was buckling the muzzle around Hunter’s cute little head. It was quite adjustable. It had big pads that went over the ears, and holes that could be opened or closed for the eyes. There were handles behind the boy’s ears that could be used for really fucking his throat. There was a plastic insert that went into his mouth and it could be screwed open as far as you wanted. The lawyer seemed to know exactly how far to open it – it was clear he had some experience. “You know, I think you might enjoy watching through the table over there as we discuss the legal matters,” he said, gesturing to a glass conference table.

We moved there and the lawyer unbuckled his pants, his massive erection jutting out. “I’m not sure he’s ready for a cock like that!” I joked.

He responded completely seriously: “There’s a reason I use the muzzle”.

He snapped his fingers and Hunter hobbled over there, being careful not to lose his balance. Once he got to the table he seemed confused about what to do, so Keller pushed him to his knees and pushed him backward under the table. He sat down in a rolling chair angled his dick into the perfect waiting open mouth. Hunter was having trouble swallowing with the gag and little drops of drool were slowly traveling down his chin, neck, and chest. He was of course unable to wipe them away, or do much of anything.

Keller grabbed the handles as his dick’s head pushed passed the lips and brushed against the tongue and palate. It was a good thing, because when the dick hit the back of his throat, Hunter gagged and pulled back. Keller said, “Slave boy, you’ll be punished for pulling back in future. I saved you this time.”

“This glass table really does provide a great view of the action,” I commented, noticing how shapely his muscular butt was. The arm binders kept his back arched and chest out, which made him stick his ass out. The leg spreaders kept his cheeks apart so I could see his virgin hole, so tight and flawless, cleaned by professional enemas, waiting for its first use. I fully intended to be the person to take that cherry...

“OK,” he said, switching to a slow gentle rhythm as he turned to talk to me across the table. “I always like to fuck the boy’s mouth at the same time I’m fucking the boy’s life.” Hunter was helplessly fellating this guy as he was saying this – Even from behind I could tell Hunter was seething with anger and humiliation but his bondage gave him no release at all. He was crying and his nose was running from all the gagging and choking. He was going to look like a wreck by the end of the meeting.

“But what about privacy? Can he hear through those pads?”

“Good question – if he strains, he would just about be able to hear us talking through them. So for total privacy, you flip this switch and the builtin white noise generator will guarantee total privacy.” He pointed to a label that said “PRIVACY” with an LED next to it. “Whenever that light is on, you have privacy.”

He continued: “This model is not bottom of the line, because it has record-and-repeat functionality for when you need to drill in a certain idea. But the latest models take it all to the next level.”