Welcome To Your New Life -Anon

Terry had high hopes for the party tonight at Clarissa's. He had just completed a 6 month navy cruise and this was the beginning of a long awaited furlough in London. He'd already made up his mind that if he didn't see any chance of scoring in the first hour he'd head for Soho and find a working girl to take the pressure off his swollen balls that had a lot of pressure built up during the long cruise.

Terry was a good looking young 19-year old, tall and muscular, and if he hadn't already decided on the night's plan would probably have to grab his engorged cock and stroke off. So Able Seaman Browning arranged his eager cock down one trouser leg and went down and grabbed a taxi.

On the way there he reflected idly on his invitation, because Clarissa was a stuck up bitch he tried to chat up in school because she was such an incredible knockout. Sure, stuck-up maybe, but that incredible body and that pouty full lipped mouth drove him crazy in History class for a whole year, only to get shot down on his first chat up line. And now she's in London with him. Strange coincidences in a small world.

Ah well, and then finding an invitation from her in the mail on his first day of liberty. Maybe she finally relented, he thought. Maybe she just likes the uniforms. More likely he thought she needed some extra guys around for fat dumpy girls at the party.

When he got there, a strange looking doorman, maybe seven feet tall with a hawk-like face looked at him carefully with the strangest smile and was overly polite in holding the door open to the old brownstone on the west side.

"Welcome sir," he said, "and I hope you enjoy the evening."

"Um, yes, thank you." He walked to a very old elevator, the old fashioned kind with the grating, and punched the button for the 13th floor. It was kind of odd having a thirteenth floor, he thought, because he read somewhere that they renamed it usually because some people were superstitious.

In any case he heard music from a door in the panelled hallway, and laughter and giggling, so he entered. He smiled; the big room was full of young guys like himself and stupendous women in low-cut sheer dresses that rode up to their crotches. Most of the women were in their thirties or forties, but all stunningly attractive ladies that he had never otherwise seen outside of a film. And it was funny but all the guys were kids like himself, late teens or early twenties, and he had to admit it, muscular studs like himself.

Oh well, he was angling over to the opulent food and drink table when he heard his name.

"Terry! Terry, don't you remember me?" He turned and his jaw opened. Clarissa, even more stunning with a low cut blouse almost to her distended big nipples coming over, and then kissing him on the mouth, her tongue he swore brushing his, then holding him as she smiled up at him.

"Oh, sure, hi, you look … you look unbelievable."

She blushed, "do you think so, really? I'm just so glad you could make it."

"Well, I'm, um, glad you invited me. It was a little surprising because I didn't think you even knew when I was coming in to port."

"Oh," she said, smiling, "we keep track of our boys in the service.

We know it's been so long. It must have been hard for you." She said this as she fell into his arms, her belly against his crotch, and he tried to use will power to stop his already swollen cock from erecting.

"Ah, well, that part is true, six months at sea is a long time."

"I know," she agreed, "I know what deprivation means too. But tonight, my friends and I have decided to show our boys how much we appreciate that sacrifice."

He couldn't help wondering if that meant she was going to put out or not. They danced, and he was surprised for the first time cut in by another female. The girls tapped each on the shoulder to cut in just like guys would at a dance. The next one was a voluptuous mid-thirties blonde who hunched her crotch into his, humped his hardon, as her big breasts mashed his chest, also asking him how his long tour was.

What he found was that every one of the voluptuous beauties liked hearing how long he was deprived, several sighing and squealing with delight as they ground themselves against his hardness. He was now getting really turned on, and somehow the punch was making him even hornier. He knew that booze made it appear to make a guy hornier but all it really does is lower inhibitions. But when he went into the bathroom he found a couple odd things. For one thing the mirror was missing. Not even a bracket in the wall for one. Okay, but then when he unzipped he discovered what he felt in his trousers.

His balls were bigger, and he couldn't help drooling precum from his inflated cock. Using cold water he finally got his cock soft enough to relieve himself, sighing with relief. A couple of other guys were in there, and he found in chat they had also been on either long tours of isolated duty or cruises like himself, and were primed and ready. Terry grinned as he returned to the party, but had to arrange his hardon again as he went out.

When he went back to the punch bowl he sniffed it, and it was tasty, but had an odd fragrance, and somehow it seemed to make him want to drink it. He could feel his balls inflate even as he sipped it down, and then felt a tap on his shoulder. Clarissa smiling at him, and she looked so hot!

"Well, Terry," she smiled, moving forward, kissing him softly, "I think we can skip the formalities, don't you think?" She moved her hand down and felt his probing erection, sighed with pleasure, and then moved it to cup his inflated balls. Whispering into his ear, "I know I’ve had enough pleasantries for the evening, and we both need something more, don't we?" His throat was so tight he couldn't speak, but had the vague impression that every woman at the party was also embraced with a young man. In fact the chesty blonde dish was squeezing two males, and one seemed to be trying to unfasten her blouse and then his knees seemed to give out.

"Um," he said, moving back, feeling his hammering pulse as she squeezed his glans, his head getting dizzy. His own knees seemed to get weak, and after some more making out, he noticed none of the men standing any more, and all the women were turned, smiling at him, as Clarissa murmured things in his ear, but he couldn't tell what they were. Looking around the room to see where the guys went he realized they were laying in crumpled heaps around each woman.

A blonde voluptuary put her hand on her hip, as if to say 'well?'

"What, um, what's going on?" he mumbled …

Clarissa didn't reply, and lowered him to the floor as his consciousness fled.

He had strange dreams, vivid erotic imagery, and finally a ray of light was flashing and going away. After a bit he realised it was a door opening. He heard the hum of electric motors, and conveyor belts, and also realized he was naked, standing up. His hands were uncomfortable but secure manacles overhead, and his bare feet on a rubber covered floor. Looking to right and left he saw that on each side separated by several feet were other young naked secure men, most still unconscious.

“Good morning Terry”

Startled he looked up. It was Clarissa in a tiny thong bikini and heels and rubber gloves.

"Clarissa! My God! What's going on here? Let me loose!"

Moving toward him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Terry. Like my outfit?" He couldn't help but stare at her generous curves, and even in spite of the situation he hardened instantly, making her giggle with pleasure, and cup his balls again, hefting them with a professional appraising feel. "Every now and then we get a boy from the farms and they all recognize the place. It's a milking facility all right."

"Are you crazy? Look, if you’re some terrorist group it won't do you any good. You know my folks don't have any money!"

She giggled, "terrorists? Do I look like a terrorist to you? I don't want anything that you can't provide, Terry."

Laughing as she had a thought, "oh, I see, because you saw so many young servicemen. They are a very convenient source I must admit, but we certainly don't discriminate. We take servicemen from all countries. I don't want you to think I'm not as patriotic as the next girl."

"But, but, what are you then? What's this all about?" "Tsk, It's probably a waste of time to say this. None of the other girls ever bother to explain but you were a classmate and I suppose for old time’s sake.

(Sigh) ”Okay I might as well tell you that we’re looking for good slave material. Boys that rebel are the most sought after slaves, demanding a certain level of skill and expertise from our slave trainers, and yielding the highest price from the wealthy Mistresses that attend our quarterly slave auction.

“Your cock has already betrayed you as a particularly suitable candidate. You are going to learn what it is to be broken, to become totally reliant on you Mistress, obedient in every way, and all because you are unable to control the urges with which you will soon become very familiar. You will learn what it is to be totally consumed by unfulfilled lust, to crave to serve your Mistress, just so that She might give you the occasional offer of relief.

“Terry, welcome to your new life. Learn well and learn quickly and you may even get to enjoy it.”