Syndicate #2

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#7

New Life

—The Dungeon, Living Quarters, 07:05 AM.

Hassan’s life takes a drastic turn right after he has been officially deemed as a slave member of the Dungeon. He has an entirely new life and a set schedule to follow for that. Waking up and falling asleep is controlled by the company. Every hour he has to change places, whether to have breakfast, do chores or go to the gym, is followed by the beeping sound of his bracelet. It’s a high tech piece of gadget compacted in such a slim accessory. No doubt that they must have a GPS system embedded somewhere in there also.

He encounters many new faces, along with familiar faces such as Shay and Karan throughout his days. They manage to get along. And even though it strikes him as odd that they act so casual with him being made to crossdress, none of them think that it is an odd look on him. This indifferent treatment makes Hassan feel relieved for one thing.

It’s strange how the people of the company expect him to stay fit, yet requires him to still wear the same complex sari during the workout. He is not the only one who has to wear such unusual outfit though. Here and there he can see others wearing traditional costumes in accordance to their specific ethnic occasionally, such as a girl wearing a turban, guys in amazonian clothes, women dressed in furry, Mongolian tribal outfits and a group of several Africans wearing white revealing chestplate and skirts. It seems like outsiders are considered to be exotic treasures over here. Only few of the people here are actually Americans.

“Hey, Hassan, over here!” Shay waves him over to her table during lunch time. It’s after gym session and he has just stepped out of the shower. It still takes time getting used to using a same s*x shower area. He has seen more than enough bare skin to last him a lifetime, he thinks. It’s still difficult for him to look at someone in the eyes after that.

“Um, hi guys,” he waves awkwardly at the people in the table. Karan, his roommate, is also there, sporting his usual hood and baggy pants. Shay wears some skimpy clothes, a strapless crop top and jean shorts, which exposes her tan skin and slender legs. Hassan still struts around in sari, this time one that is less extravagant and more for daily wear. It still takes some time getting used to walking with a piece of fabric is thrown over his shoulder while most of his torso is exposed while strutting around with a long skirt wrapped around his legs and walking everywhere without shoes, but he likes to think that he’s getting there. The company prizes him as a crossdresser, and the title seems to stick. He wonders how they know about this secret hobby of his, though. Hassan has never told anyone, but he actually likes to crossdress. Secretly, of course. And he is still considered straight, especially recalling what he has done to his sister in law.

Hassan had no idea what had taken over him. He hopes she will be alright though. He still hasn’t seen her yet, but he hopes that he will be able to meet her sometime soon. He needs to apologize to her. Whether she will take his words too kindly or not is another matter, but he will cross that bridge when he is there.

“Hi, Hassan. How are you adjusting to this place?” Shay asks. “It’s a strange place, right? No sweat. I also felt the same way when I first came to this place. It’s all good and we’re all a family now.”

“I guess so. Everyone takes in this crossdressing stuff as a regular thing. And I must say that I’m kinda glad that I can actually wear this out in public.” As public as walking around the Living Quarters can be.

“Yeah, we wear and do all kinds of things here, so after a while you just get used to it,” Karan comments casually.

“Why are we here, though? Are they….going to make us do those s*x stuff on camera again?” Hassan asks in a low whisper. He had been shocked when he discovered that his despicable act had been recorded and published to the entire Syndicate net. He feels especially awkward when the flat screens decide to play out his scene with Suzan. That is also one of the ways people are introduced to him. Now everywhere he goes, people greet him with his name. They know too much. More embarrassingly, the length of his hard on. There’s zero censor in the Syndicate.

“That will be what usually entails after lunch hour, yes.”

“I still can’t fully grasp the concept of this place, though. So all of you decide to stay in here, willingly?”

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” Shay chides. “I mean, what’s not to like about this place? We can have s*x as much as we want, with anyone we want, and we get to earn some money while doing it?”

“But, what if someone wants to walk out? Are we even allowed to do that?”

“For what? We’ve got everything we can possible want in this place. There’s no need to bother going back to the surface,” a girl next to Karan says. Her name is Coral, if he’s not wrong. She has a twin named Jade, who sits at her opposite. They are from Chinese descent, and they both have dimples, long black hair and tan skin.

So it is true. They are really underground after all.

Hassan turns to the tray of food he has at hand. The meal is well balanced, with some mix of protein and omega 3 from some deboned tuna, vitamins from cut off fruits, as well as as salad bowl. The company really do control everything, though Hassan is more concerned about how much he finds everything to his liking. Maybe this place is not so bad after all?

*

—Showroom Level, B15, Backstage, 05:27 PM.

After lunch, Hassan and his friends head over to the Beauty Center to get themselves prepared by Anne and her team, before heading in to their respective stages. The makeup station has everything they ever need.

Hassan gets to wear a rather nice costume. It’s a black sari with some golden trims that covers most of his body parts. Beautiful calligraphy is drawn with golden ink, brushed onto the very fabric itself, decorating the trimming. The fabric is smooth and the shape is a form fitting on his person. There’s a bit of exposure at his arms and middle, showing the slight masculine muscles that he naturally possess, but after a pallu is thrown over his shoulder, it covers most of him decently. The pallu’s material is sheer, but thanks to its dark shade, it merely reveals a shadow of his shape slightly. It’s really an elegant and sophisticated outfit, something that women would wear to parties, not a....whatever this session will be.

Wearing this costume is not about staying covered though, as he quickly learns when he enters this new stage room.

—Showroom, Stage XIII, 05:59 PM.

There’s a heavy vintage feel to it. The walls is made out of stacked stones and the floor with wooden boards. It appears to be a kitchen, with rows and rows of wooden cupboard laid out nicely against the walls that are tucked away nicely. There’s even a kitchen island placed in the middle of it.

The second time Hassan is put into one of those stage rooms, but he still feels nervous about the whole thing. No one tells him anything, per the customer's request. He’s supposed to go solo on this one, and the person who orders for this performance wishes for him to proceed without knowing what to expect. He or she wants to get an honestly genuine reaction from him, especially when it is known that he’s pretty much still a virgin about this custom order stage experience.

Thick golden bagels and anklets wrap respectively around each of his wrists and ankles. They are quite heavy too, indicating that they might be real gold. Not too heavy that he can’t move quite freely though.

The door behind him closes with a quiet hiss, and the lighting dims slightly like that of a theater. And just like a theater, soft music begins playing in the background.

If there are supposed to be cameras inside this room, Hassan can’t see any. Maybe there’s a specific reason for that. Maybe they just don’t want to distract him during the act. He surely couldn’t detect any camera from his first stage room.

A panel from the ceiling opens up, and from there a flat screen folds out. It slides down until it reaches the height of Hassan’s head, before stopping fully. The screen flickers on and words begin to appear as it is being typed out, white against a black background in serif font.

“Hello, Hassan,” it says.

“Um, hello,” he replies uncertainty, unsure if the other person can hear him back or not.

“I’ll be your customer for this act. Will you play with me?” the next reply reassures him.

“O-oh, sure. I’m pretty new at this though. Not sure if I’m doing this right.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You’re doing just fine. Just keep being yourself.”

Hassan shivers lightly. The floor is cold against his bare feet, and the air conditioner is turned up pretty cold.

“What should I call you?” It seems fair to ask for a name, isn’t it.

The other person doesn’t reply for a time, until this comes out. “You can call me A.” Hassan has a feeling that the other person doesn’t want to be known, and inwardly he curses himself for not being coy.

“A-alright then, A. What do you want me to do?”

“First, get on the island.” He does as he is told, though the act itself is much challenging than he first expects. The tight long skirt is really making it hard for him to climb on. The island surface is at least one meter high, or more. He has to gather the silky fabric of the pleats in his hands and hick it up to his knees, allowing his feet to climb up using some of the cabinet handles from the island for support. Though this act simply exposes his newly waxed legs. Shay had helped him out with this before, and the result makes the skin on his legs look smooth.

His jewelries make some soft clicking sounds when they make contact with the smooth woody surface of the island, and he wonders if the customer had picked out all of this for him. The thought makes him excited for some reasons, and he is curious to know what will happen next.

“Open the first drawer to your right.” He follows the instruction, pulling out the drawer beneath him. It’s a clear blue bottle with some slightly dense liquid inside. There’s no label, but Hassan might get a good idea of what it is.

“Lie on your back,” A types out.

He leans down, all the way until his back lays flat on the horizontal surface. The surface is a bit hard on his skull and butt, but he tries to ignore it.

“Use the lube and massage yourself. First your feet, then your anus.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hassan blinks, clearly taken by surprise on the order.

“Don’t worry. Just follow my command. You’ll need it, I promise.”

The boy shivers, but this time for a different kind of reason. Sluggishly he obeys, squirting out some amount of lubricant into his palm, before setting the bottle aside and rubbing his hands together. Hassan tries to bend over, or to get his feet to where he lies, but the act is impossible when he’s still wearing the long skirt. All the fabric gathers around his legs, preventing him from maneuvering his body too much.

“Undo your skirt,” A commands. Hassan does as he is told and loosens the band around his waist. This allows him to lift his legs up, catching his foot in his hands before pressing at the tense muscles over there. He does the same to his other leg, making sure to slow down when he goes to fast. A controls the way he moves, the way he does the simplest of things. At times Hassan finds himself wanting to protest, but at the same time he also finds that being control like this also has its own merits. When someone is in charge of him, he doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to be put in a dilemma of what to do with himself—which is a good thing. He is glad because he really doesn’t know how to response in this situation.

Though he has to admit, it can be tricky at times to make sure that the fabrics stays gathered around his waist. He had been forbidden to wear any covering underneath the skirt, meaning that he was forced to enter the stage commando. But then A makes him forgo the skirt too, being asked to throw away the dark fabric so that the boy’s genital is exposed. Hassan is hesitant at first, but then the wristband around his left wrist starts to glow red, as if in a warning or something, so he abides, throwing his lower covering across the room. With the fabric gone, his half erect state is exposed for the cameras to lock down on. Hassan blushes madly, hands automatically moving to cover himself out of shame, but even A refuses to give him this.

“Good, very good indeed,” A sends out satisfiedly. “Now touch yourself.” A doesn’t even have to say what part of him he wants the boy to touch.

Hassan pants as his fingers trace around his length, teasing himself until his own c**k shivers in return. He finds himself growing so hard to the point that it becomes unbearable. He needs a release, he tells himself. Then when the urge strikes, he allows both hands to wrap around his girth, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm.

A seems to be enjoying him/herself too. So much that he doesn’t say anything for some time. Or at least that is how Hassan likes to think while A remains a silent partner. But then A stops him before Hassan can go too far.

“Excellent. Now coat your pucker with a nice layer of that lube. Make it a show. I want to see every last detail of it.” Hassan licks his lips instinctively. It is such a naughty request that he can feel his nether region tightening just by the thought of it.

Who is this person, to order him to do such a scandalous thing? Whether A is male or female, he doesn’t think it matters anymore.

*

The figure watches as the boy begins spreading his legs even wider, giving such a nice frontal view to the camera. Now that the skirt is out of the way, A can see the boy’s bare skin, revealing smooth inner thighs and even more delicious display of his member. A can feel himself tensing with lust, and he just can’t help himself from ordering the boy. The boy is A’s slave for the night. The clock is ticking, but A doesn’t think he’d mind paying just a little bit more extra for this performance.

He watches closely, breath held unconsciously as his gaze zooms to where Hassan’s hands are slowing reaching down toward his hole, fingers coated with lubricant, the moisture dripping everywhere in a delicious messy display. A doubts that it is a calculated ploy on the boy’s part, considering that he has close to zero experience compared to Syndicate’s standards. But that is also part of the allure that encouraged him to pick the boy.

Hassan’s middle finger finally reaches his rosebud, and he whimpers from the contact. “Enter yourself,” the order comes ever so casually. Hassan begins lazily tracing the outer rim of his entrance, before finally slipping the tip of his finger into himself. Hassan lets out a moan, and A’s own c**k jerks in response. A is so horny at this point that his prepuce is practically dripping with precum. The man just can’t wait to f**k that piece of ass.

A had purchased a particular set of equipment that allows him to simulate a live intercourse with any slave of his picking. Hassan is his to use tonight, and there is no way A is planning to hold back once he starts.

He has this fleshlight in hand that is going to act as Hassan’s back passage. When A f***s this hole, it is going to be projected in real life at Hassan’s end, and The Dungeon will utilize one of their robot arms with a dildo, physically penetrating the boy. The movement of the dildo robot will match that to A’s thrusts, and it will be just like him really f*****g the boy in real life. Except it will be done from behind the screen, so it will simply be a virtual s*x.

In the other side, what’s more advantageous is that he’ll also get a live feedback from every possible camera angle that any regular f*****g can’t do, giving this experience a whole new meaning. This almost means that A will receive an HD recording of this whole thing, so that he can use it again to recollect the moment in the near future. A already has such a good feeling about this.

“f**k, I can’t wait to put my d**k inside you.”

“What?” Hassan pants hotly in shock, before turning his head to look around him.

“I’m not gonna be there, but I can still f**k you.”

“Really? How?” the boy asks still breathlessly, eyes widen with curiosity.

“With this.”

A presses a button, turning on the fleshlight system. From the boy’s room, a robot arm folds out, revealing a particularly huge dildo at its end. Hassan stares, eyes wide with shock and wonder. A expects him to take that ‘thing’ inside him? He can just imagine what kind of thoughts running in the boy’s head.

“Y-you’re going to….penetrate me with that?” Hassan has a hard time swallowing.

“Yes, and you’re going to enjoy every inch of it. Do you know what the best part is?”

“W-what is it?”

“I’ll be able to feel you, your flesh against mine. When I f**k this fleshlight in my hand, it will be just like me f*****g you for real.”

Hassan lets out the breath he doesn’t know he has been holding in. And when he looks down, his c**k is tensing with desire. Just having this mere exchange is able to turn him half hard.

“Just wanting to let you know,” A types while Hassan plunges his entire finger into himself, stretching the used hole there. “That after this, all you’ll ever think about when someone else enters your ass….is me.”

The words must ring into the boy’s mind so impactfully that A can tell Hassan is shivering all the way from the privacy of his own apartment.

*

Hassan sucks in his breath when the dildo is suddenly being turned on, watching with wide eyes as the head spins in its own rotation, looking as threatening as the size poses to be. He gulps down loudly, eyes unblinking at the sight, afraid that he’ll miss something important if he blinks.

Then the mechanical arm begins to descend lower until the tip of the dildo is aligned to his entrance. Hassan can just feel his rosebud tightening, clenching and unclenching at the dread and anticipation. He has never done anything like this before. Every thought he knows tells him that this should scare him to the point that he really should just scat and run toward the nearest exit, but something keeps him grounded to the place he’s lying on. Maybe it’s got to do with the spinning, huge dildo situated right in front of him.

And this position—a missionary, of all things—somehow just feels poetic. Hassan can feel himself slowly changing. It’s not just the clothes. He’s being treated like the opposite s*x. Why would someone do that? And why is he taking all of this as calmly as he is?

“Ready?” A asks.

Before Hassan can make any proper reply, the dildo suddenly presses against his entrance, catching the boy in surprise.

The boy has never felt pressure like this one before, and the continuous spinning just builds up this undeniable heat that causes his body to be trapped with pleasure, the sensation waving on and on inside his blood. The feel of something big and powerful pressing against his entrance is just so out of the ordinary that Hassan can feel his world shaking, almost like the beginning of an earthquake.

But the dildo is so huge that it simply can’t go in, lube or no lube.

Hassan is panting like a mad b***h in heat, and he is loving it. The boy finds himself thrusting back against the rotating head, urging A to go on and just enter him already.

From the other side, A is groaning huskily, so turned on by the boy willingness to present himself toward the man.

A tries to push with his c**k, the dildo mirroring his move through the fleshlight, but the rim just won’t give. It seems like Hassan is still too tight, so the man decides to change his tactic instead.

“Turn around,” A says as the dildo retreats from Hassan’s entrance, making the boy moan with loss. Reluctantly, Hassan does as he is told, body still craving the feel of something big and strong against his back entrance.

The boy crawls on top of the kitchen island facing toward the flat screen until he is on all fours, the robot arm with the c**k moving around at the ceiling until it is situated just right at the boy’s bottom hole.

“Arch your back and raise your ass up high, so that I can see your beautiful pucker,” comes a seductive command. Hassan does as he is told, now really glad that he had been properly cleaned down there. It is only now that he can let himself be completely displayed for the camera to catch.

Hassan thinks that he is going to be penetrated right away, but when the boy thinks that, he finally figure this whole thing up. A catches him by surprise yet again by pressing the length of the dildo against the boy’s crack. Hassan even has no idea how A is doing it with a fleshlight. All he knows is that the dildo is rubbing in between the curve of his taut ass, nestling in between Hassan’s lower cheeks as if it belongs in that place this whole time.

It starts out slow at first, huge length rubbing gently while gradually pressing down, situating itself in between those taut cheeks until the coolness of silicon presses against his center. But then the act slowly turns into something much more sensual…. It’s a full-on teasing! It finally hits him.

The anticipation is killing him, but A simply keeps on thrusting his length back and forth in between the curve of Hassan’s ass, making both of their d***s hard with excitement, pearls of fluid forming at the tip of their respective hard-on. But the boy hopes this torture ends soon as it is killing him as much it is killing A.

Hassan can’t deny the fact that he feels almost hesitant at times. After all, this whole concept is so new to him. But he’s also feeling horny, so his judgment might be slightly slanted at the moment. As so, when A starts picking up his pace, Hassan can feel his entire body shaking with tremor.

The dildo then starts to push his ass apart, spread so wide open that Hassan begins mewling in protest. The dildo is so big that it hurts just to let it occupy this narrow space in between his buttcrack. A is showing off with the size of the dildo. There’s no doubt that, if A is male, his c**k will be as well-endowed as this dildo. Hassan can just tell.

A is pushing the dildo into his ass so powerfully that it almost feels as if he’s already tearing Hassan’s outer rim from down there. While the prospect itself doesn’t seem like such a bad idea at first glance, Hassan really doesn’t want to end up getting hurt. Though it’s really the undescribed border between acute pain and pleasure that really makes Hassan feel so alive and on edge.

“Do you like this?” A asks, almost tauntingly, and the dildo circles around Hassan’s hole just to emphasize.

“N-no…. Ah! Y-yes.” Hassan attempts to lie, but it’s really hard to do so when one is in the verge of cumming.

“What a bad liar. I should punish you for that.” There is a hint of a dark promise in those words when Hassan’s barely blurry eyes move to read them.

The dildo rams against his entrance in hard, brutal thrusts, making the boy moan instantly. The pressure is so hard that the small gap finally surrenders and claps open for A, taking the other man in. At this point, Hassan simply decides to refer to A as a ‘he’, regardless of the fact, just for practicality’s sake.

“Who owns your ass?” Hassan can almost hear those words being grumbled huskily next to his ear.

“Y-you,” he answers breathlessly.

“And who am I?”

Hassan frowns a little bit at this. Is it a trick question? “A-a?” he answers unsurely.

“Call me Master.”

“Master,” Hassan moans out.

“Good dog.”

Then A rams the rest of the dildo’s head into Hassan’s ass, causing the boy to squirt out a heavy dose of c*m onto himself as the boy screams at the top of his lungs.

*

The table drips with thick white cream, its wooden surface has never been stained so beautifully before. A is enjoying himself, taking his time teasing the boy while his c**k is lodged half into the fleshlight. He’s only halfway in, yet it’s already feeling so tight already. The other end that is lodged into Hassan’s ass has a much bigger girth at the head, courtesy to the toy of his choosing.

A just knew that he had to go big on this one, no matter how much of a virgin the boy is in the ass. The Dungeon had auctioned off the boy’s ass virginity when it was discovered during their company’s standard question, and A has had the pleasure of winning the chance to be the first one to break it in. It is certainly different to f**k a virgin ass virtually like this, but a win is still a win.

The head of the dildo forces Hassan’s anus to part against the pressure it is giving. The boy’s own c**k is pulsing thanks to the rippling sensation, causing pre-c*m to flow from the tip of his c**k. Noticing it, A purposefully retreats the dildo back slightly, making Hassan almost whine with a cry of loss. Lube gathers around the crown of the dildo, and sure enough the fleshlight is squeezing out some of its artificial lubricant right back to mirror the boy’s internal situation. A uses the wetness by rubbing it with his d**k/dildo, spreading the moisture around until he manages to make a mess around Hassan’s outer rim.

He does this and keeps on teasing the boy until A deems he is finally ready, before finally making his way to plunge right back into the boy’s ass. This time though, A is feeling rather impatient himself, groaning huskily as he drives himself to f**k the hole in Hassan’s ass.

Hassan can’t stop himself from letting out a string of mewls when he can feel Master A finally pushing the tick head of the dildo past the tightness of his anal ring. The dildo is much thicker around the head, thus making this such a huge challenge for the boy, no pun intended. The head slips all the way in until the tip of the dildo hits the midsection of Hassan’s back passage, hitting that small area called ejaculatory duct placed just above Hassan’s prostate gland. The sudden presence of something big shoved inside his ass is really pushing the boy’s physical boundary to its highest limit yet.

Hassan has never felt something like this. The sensation of fullness is not something he had every thought off. The concept never really crossed his mind—not really, but now that it does, Hassan doesn’t think he’d be willing to part with it so soon. It’s so gratifying, the idea of surrendering the control of his pleasure to someone else as dominating as A.

It hurts, he must confess. The dildo is so f*****g big that he doesn’t think he can take it all the way in—not like this. Even with the help of lubrication, Hassan’s inner walls are throbbing fast, the muscles jerking and pulsing tightly around the hard object.

The boy has been so distracted by all of these new things that the idea of being penetrated in this place hasn’t even crossed his mind before. He had his doubts, but it’s not like he can outright refuse the request—not when he knows that Angelina expects this from him. Though it really does put things into perspective when a large dildo is f*****g him in the ass, just like right now.