The Factory 2

The waiter accompanied me to some stairs and after a hallway with several doors, he pointed out a glass wall through which water was sliding like a small waterfall, and in its center, there was a glass door that slid open upon our arrival; it was the men's locker room. He mentioned that the women's locker room was in another wing of the building.

Once it was opened, he entered with me and said, "Does the master need anything from me or any special service from the house?"

At the same time, a young guy in shorts and a tank top came out from behind a counter and offered me a bathrobe or towels, condoms, and some flip-flops, showing me the locker rooms. In the back, I could see a gym with people exercising, and a uniformed doctor was walking around.

The doctor approached me and offered me a medical check-up or relaxing massages courtesy of the house.

I told him perhaps another day, that I just wanted to have a good time, when he made a motion to stop and pulled out a brochure of services that he stuffed into a sports bag that he took from a shelf full of similar bags. The bag had everything I needed; he gave it to me, and I saw it only contained the brochure and a golden smartphone.

I was starting to get impatient with all the pushy people and told them that I understood that if I needed something, that was what the phone was for – it was a ruse.

I had no idea where I was getting myself into, but I could see huge showers in the back filled with guys and not-so-young guys showering.

I grabbed the bag and noticed it had my room number on it, and the phone had the same; I could take no more, I was eager to go hunting, I would look for and catch a victim for myself.

I left the bag on a bench, and a thin, shaved guy completely naked approached me, offering a bathrobe and pool shoes.

I noticed his attributes; he was circumcised tight and high, and his circumcision seemed very recent.

My penis became erect; penises don’t lie, I thought, they always tell the truth when we get horny.

“Sir, you can do whatever you want with me,” the young man said. I understood that he was a slave for my lascivious satisfaction; he was marked, tattooed on his pubis with the word "slave."

I was already completely uninhibited; I don’t know the reason, I suppose it was the drink or the atmosphere.

I ordered him to help me undress and said, "Let’s fornicate."

I found it hard to believe that I could say something so cliché and explosive.

He started unbuttoning my shirt, pulled down my pants, and I sat down. He knelt, and since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, my thick penis became even more erect. He took off my socks and licked my sweaty feet.

I couldn't hold back and gave him a slap, “Here, we do what I say!: While you suck, slave!”

(To be continued)