Chapter Six of "CONTAINED"
"In this little briefcase here you will find a copy of our agreement as well as a list of commands he was taught. I also added a copy of the rules we apply for them here. You know, the 'no speaking, no touching and whatnot. All necessary information really. Don't be afraid to call though if you have any additional questions. My assistants made sure to clean his cage, you will find it in there with the key and some other devices or supplies you might care to use. We've also supplied you with ten serums. You know, a little parting gift."
"You are too kind dear, and thank you for helping me out on such short notice. It was a shame to lose my own in such an untimely fashion. We're so grateful that your service could accommodate our needs."
"Please, think nothing of it. Anything for an old friend."
"Thank you."
"Be sure to let me know if anything is wrong or if there is any issue with the slave. We keep a good stock."
"Of course. Have a nice weekend dear."
"You as well."
I whimper as my throbbing dick suddenly gets pulled in the opposite direction. Felix is guiding me to the exit of the room as if he is tugging along a slow dog. By my estimations, the serum should lose its potency in about 30 minutes now. I feel like crying. The serum makes it nearly impossible not to thrust and hump and fuck. My dick is still leaking pre-cum and it has an angry red color. My balls are starting to feel swollen and full of cum. I feel so antsy and bothered and above all, beyond any human level of horny. The tight ring around my cock only makes it worse, as it prevents easy blood flow back to my body. My dick is starting to hurt and ache so badly. I'm doing everything in my power not to dry-hump the first best thing I see. My eyes are still downcast, my jaw is set tightly, and I'm desperately trying to keep up with Felix's pace.
We're back in the hallway now, on the soft red carpet. I'm walking behind the others and slightly lift my eyes out of curiosity. I see four pairs of shoes; two are male dress shoes, one is a set of black heels, and one set of heels is bright red in color. Those are Miss Walters. I noticed them before when she was inspecting me. The shoes are moving confidently in long strides. The group seems pleased. I grind my teeth when Felix gives me another thug. Not because I wasn't keeping up with the pace, but simply because he could. I make a mental note to watch out for him.
My heart starts racing as we are now approaching the main hall, leading up to the heavy wooden main door. I have never entered or left this facility by the front door, not of my knowing at least. Thoughts start racing through my head. Maybe, just maybe, this outing might be my one and only chance for an escape. "No, no ...," I chastise myself. If they find out about my plan,... If Mistress hears of it,... If they find me..." It's almost inconceivable what they would do to me. After all, the facility must be an extremely well-kept secret.
As we finally walk through the door, I immediately turn my eyes away. It's bright outside today, and somewhat windy. I'm slightly taken aback by how alien it almost feels. It has been two weeks since the last time I was on farming duty and have gotten some actual fresh air. The weather has changed from pleasant to nippy in that short time. A shiver runs through my naked body as I hurry forward. I try to keep up as the group walks down the long pathway. Sharp pebbles are digging into my feet as we approach the parking area. I try my very best to hide my discomfort.
We arrive at a vehicle and I can't help but notice the beautiful detailing on the car's rims. They carry a Mercedes logo in the middle. I'm guessing by the size and shape that we are standing in front of a Maybach. Back when I had my freedom, I was a bit of a car enthusiast. Being so close to this magnificent vehicle almost made me feel something again, the slightest trace of excitement and curiosity, and for just one-hundredth of a second, I forgot my place. I slightly peeked upward.
What I saw had me stunned.
Not because of the Maybach, which was brilliant on its own, but because it was so shiny, I could actually see my reflection.
I had no way of knowing how long I had been in the facility. In the beginning, you count the days, but pretty soon, you stop doing that. I learned that it didn't matter how much time passed because I was imprisoned there for as long as they wanted me to be. I know I was 19 when I went in, I remember being young, slightly tall, and lanky. I didn't work out much except for an occasional jog every now and then. I almost didn't recognize my own reflection. My body looked lean but with noticeable muscle definition and shape. I could see how I could pass off as handsome. What also stood out to me were my eyes. They weren't the same eyes as before. You could see something had been lost, an innocence or a joyfulness. My eyes seemed to be deeper into my skull than before. Sunken in almost, with slight blue rims underneath them despite getting a sufficient amount of sleep. "Threatened," it occurred to me. "They look like the eyes of an animal feeling threatened."
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Miss Walters spoke. That's when it hit me, full-on panic and anxiety. She's speaking to me. Fuck. Fuck! I quickly cast my eyes back down and grunted shortly in response.
"It's okay, I know you were looking. I can imagine it must be hard not to look at something so nice."
I grunt once more and bow my head lower to show sorrow, regret, or shame.
