Erotica Harem

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David’s caveat: I promise to always be polite and respectful while giving honest reviews. Dealing w/ me is akin to shopping at the store: take what you want and leave the rest.
Please don’t ‘read between the lines’ with my comments. I say what I think free of insinuations.

Title: Descent

Chapter: 4

Author: Alex Morgan

Plot: Todd meets Master Mike and one of his slaves. They talk, Todd is ordered to strip in the bar. He fails, the slave does, so then does Todd. After a bit of an ‘interview’ the master accepts Todd. They leave in master’s car, with the slave and Todd tied and gagged in the trunk.

Style & Voice: 1st person via Todd.

Referencing: Good.

Scene/Setting: The leather bar from Chapter 1 and at the end, Master Mike’s car.

Characterization: I’d like more description of master.

Grammar: Good w/ a few comments.

Just My Personal Opinion: 1,513 words. (NOTE: I count words as an idiosyncrasy.)
Oh MY! I’m learning. I was shocked at how they left the bar.



I couldn’t calm the butterflies in my stomach as I approached the bar. A good opening line but it can be better. We agreed to meet at nine o’ clock but I wanted to be there early to show how eager I was. As usual, the weekend crowd packed the bar beyond capacity. I pushed through the throngs of men with confidence and a sense of accomplishment.

I chose the most elaborate harness I owned. It didn’t compare with some of the more expensive ones that other guys wore tonight but I felt that it would impress Master Mike. My leather shorts showed off my ass, a sure-fire selling point. I ordered a beer from the bartender and found a strategic place against the wall where I could keep an eye out for my future Master. Ah, so I see he must have bought some of the gear, right?

Lots of guys looked my way as they walked past. Most smiled or nodded but no one spoke to me. I hoped someone would proposition me or try to pick me up so I could reject them. The thought of turning the tables on those who ignored me before filled me with a sense of vengeance.

But not one of them approached me.

I guess some things never change.

I fought back disappointment, reminding myself that the greater prize would be here any minute.

After what seemed like hours, Master Mike walked in, followed by one of his slaves, I recognized him from Master’s blog. He was known only as number Eight thirty-five.

Master’s tattooed arms bulged out of his leather vest Need comma? which exposed the muscles of his chest and abs. His tight jeans completed the masculine vision.

By contrast, his slave wore only skimpy briefs, Ummm, what color? boots and a chain around his neck fastened by a padlock. I stepped away from my vantage point and met them halfway across the floor.

“Hello, Master Mike,” I said with a big expectant smile. His face as well as his slave’s remained passive. He shook my proffered hand while eight thirty-five stood with hands clasped behind his back.

“Todd,” Mike said. “This is my slave, eight thirty-five.” Only then did the slave move to shake my hand, then returned to his submissive position.

“Why does he go by a number instead of his name?” It was a question I had been dying to know.

“That is his name,” Master Mike responded. “It is now. When he became my property, he gave up rights to his name so I gave him a number.”

I nodded taking it all in. “May I buy you a drink or something?” I was eager to please.

“Not tonight, thanks. Would he bother to say ‘thanks’ to a potential slave? You wanted to talk about becoming one of my slaves.” He spoke very business-like, as if I was a potential client instead of a lover. He didn’t sound as eager as I was, which took me aback but I wouldn’t let it deter me from my goal. He probably had a lot of guys wanting to be his slave.

“I think I’ve got what it takes to be a very good slave, Master.” I held my chin up and clasped my hands behind my back. I glanced at eight thirty-five. I knew I had what he did. I could please Master Mike as much or more.

He gave me a thin smile. “It takes a lot of courage, stamina and love. Not to mention an almost superhuman amount of discipline and obedience.”

I nodded confidently. “I have those goals and more, sir.”

“Are you willing to follow my rules to the letter without question?”

“I am.”

“Take off your shorts.”

My eyes flew open in shock. “Right here? Now?” As eager as I was to prove myself, I hadn’t expected him to order me to strip in public.

His expression didn’t change. He looked over his shoulder at eight thirty-five and nodded. The slave slid off his briefs with no hesitation. He knelt down to remove his boots, but Master put a hand on his shoulder.

“That will do, boi,” he said in a gentle tone. The slave stood up, handed his underwear to master and resumed his position. I noticed that his nipples were pierced and his cock, larger than me, Do u mean his cock was larger than Todd’s cock? to my chagrin, had a Prince Albert. What’s a ‘prince albert? To my continued shock, he did not appear at all uncomfortable, nervous or embarrassed at standing nude in a crowded bar. However, only a few men standing around us noticed. And they ogled him with lusty looks.

“That’s what I need, Todd,” Master was saying. “Unwavering obedience and loyalty.” His features clearly indicated that I had just failed an easy test. I planted my beer on a nearby ledge. Taking a deep breath, I slid my shorts off. My face grew hot as more heads turned in my direction, but I kept my eyes on Master. I held out my shorts to him. A grin crept across his face and I could see that he was impressed. Getting technical here, but, if he’s such a master, would he really be ‘impressed’? Or maybe slightly pleased? More notice was taken of us, but I ignored them as a defense against embarrassment. Still, I wanted to crawl underneath a table.

“Very good, Todd.”

He rubbed his hand over my body like he was inspecting a car. He paid special attention to my ass and shaved crotch. He nodded as though he approved of what he saw and felt. “I’m going to let you talk to my slave without me around. That way you can ask whatever questions you like and get candid answers in return.” He pushed us together so our noses nearly touched and our dicks did. He stepped back several feet. He couldn’t hear us over the din of the bar but could keep a close eye on us.

I had so many questions, but standing so close to him, words caught in my throat. Eight thirty-five said nothing, letting me speak first. I managed to find my voice. “You seem a little more relaxed than when you walked in. Is that because Master isn’t standing next to you?”

For the first time, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face as the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “You misunderstand me, sir. I was uncomfortable because I’m not used to wearing clothes any more, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been away from Master’s estate. But I feel better now without the underwear.”

“You’re not embarrassed standing in front of strangers naked?” I dropped my voice to a whisper but still loud enough that he could hear me. “I’m mortified.” That was the only reason my cock hadn’t responded to the touch of his against mine.

His smile grew larger. “I’m comfortable now, sir.”

“I’m not a sir,” I protested. “I want to be a slave.”

“Until you are a slave under master, I must and will treat you with respect as I would anyone else.”

“You will do anything for him?”

He nodded. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Even die.”

My eyebrows rose up in surprise. “Do you think it would go to that extreme?”

He shrugged still smiling. “It could.” He told me about the house he shared with a number of slaves and the hierarchy. Not everyone served Master in the same capacity. The beginners or novices had to prove themselves before moving up. Only the most trained at the top held the enviable position of full-time sex slaves.

“What do the others do?”

“They do chores and keep the household running smoothly for Master.”

“That doesn’t sound very difficult,” I said.

He broke into a chuckle. “You have no idea how hard it is. Master is very loving and his rewards are generous but he is also very demanding. You’ve been on Master’s web-site. You saw how few slaves make it to the top.”

My face reddened. I knew I could handle whatever Master threw at me. If this person could do it, I could, too. Master Mike approached us.

“Did you find out all you needed?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” I answered.

“Are you prepared to start your training tonight?”

My heart leapt in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I repeated with more enthusiasm.

“Then follow eight thirty-five.”

The slave led us out of the bar with me on his heels and Master behind me. The little parade garnered looks form everyone as we weaved our way through the crowd. Outside, the cool air chilled my skin, as the sweat from my chest, arms, legs and crotch evaporated. Several men standing near the door, smoking cigarettes stopped their conversations and gaped at us as we exited the bar.

Eight thirty-five led us to a large luxury car and Master popped the trunk lid open. Without a word, Eight thirty-five climbed in. Master Mike hog-tied him securely and gagged him. He stepped back and motioned for me to join the slave. A twinge of apprehension passed through me but was gone as desire chased it away. I crawled in next to eight thirty-five. The trunk was spacious. Master tied and gagged me. He slammed the trunk lid shut, leaving us in silent pitch-black darkness as if we were in a tomb.
OMG.


David’s caveat: I promise to always be polite and respectful while giving honest reviews. Dealing w/ me is akin to shopping at the store: take what you want and leave the rest. Please don’t ‘read between the lines’ with my comments. I say what I think free of insinuations.


Title: Descent

Chapter: 4

Author: Alex Morgan

Plot: Todd meets Master Mike and one of his slaves. They talk, Todd is ordered to strip in the bar. He fails, the slave does, so then does Todd. After a bit of an ‘interview’ the master accepts Todd. They leave in master’s car, with the slave and Todd tied and gagged in the trunk.

Style & Voice: 1st person via Todd.

Referencing: Good.

Scene/Setting: The leather bar from Chapter 1 and at the end, Master Mike’s car.

Characterization: I’d like more description of master.

Grammar: Good w/ a few comments.

Just My Personal Opinion: 1,513 words. (NOTE: I count words as an idiosyncrasy.)
Oh MY! I’m learning. I was shocked at how they left the bar.



I couldn’t calm the butterflies in my stomach as I approached the bar. A good opening line but it can be better. We agreed to meet at nine o’ clock but I wanted to be there early to show how eager I was. As usual, the weekend crowd packed the bar beyond capacity. I pushed through the throngs of men with confidence and a sense of accomplishment.

I chose the most elaborate harness I owned. It didn’t compare with some of the more expensive ones that other guys wore tonight but I felt that it would impress Master Mike. My leather shorts showed off my ass, a sure-fire selling point. I ordered a beer from the bartender and found a strategic place against the wall where I could keep an eye out for my future Master. Ah, so I see he must have bought some of the gear, right?

Lots of guys looked my way as they walked past. Most smiled or nodded but no one spoke to me. I hoped someone would proposition me or try to pick me up so I could reject them. The thought of turning the tables on those who ignored me before filled me with a sense of vengeance.

But not one of them approached me.

I guess some things never change.

I fought back disappointment, reminding myself that the greater prize would be here any minute.

After what seemed like hours, Master Mike walked in, followed by one of his slaves, I recognized him from Master’s blog. He was known only as number Eight thirty-five.

Master’s tattooed arms bulged out of his leather vest Need comma? which exposed the muscles of his chest and abs. His tight jeans completed the masculine vision.

By contrast, his slave wore only skimpy briefs, Ummm, what color? boots and a chain around his neck fastened by a padlock. I stepped away from my vantage point and met them halfway across the floor.

“Hello, Master Mike,” I said with a big expectant smile. His face as well as his slave’s remained passive. He shook my proffered hand while eight thirty-five stood with hands clasped behind his back.

“Todd,” Mike said. “This is my slave, eight thirty-five.” Only then did the slave move to shake my hand, then returned to his submissive position.

“Why does he go by a number instead of his name?” It was a question I had been dying to know.

“That is his name,” Master Mike responded. “It is now. When he became my property, he gave up rights to his name so I gave him a number.”

I nodded taking it all in. “May I buy you a drink or something?” I was eager to please.

“Not tonight, thanks. Would he bother to say ‘thanks’ to a potential slave? You wanted to talk about becoming one of my slaves.” He spoke very business-like, as if I was a potential client instead of a lover. He didn’t sound as eager as I was, which took me aback but I wouldn’t let it deter me from my goal. He probably had a lot of guys wanting to be his slave.

“I think I’ve got what it takes to be a very good slave, Master.” I held my chin up and clasped my hands behind my back. I glanced at eight thirty-five. I knew I had what he did. I could please Master Mike as much or more.

He gave me a thin smile. “It takes a lot of courage, stamina and love. Not to mention an almost superhuman amount of discipline and obedience.”

I nodded confidently. “I have those goals and more, sir.”

“Are you willing to follow my rules to the letter without question?”

“I am.”

“Take off your shorts.”

My eyes flew open in shock. “Right here? Now?” As eager as I was to prove myself, I hadn’t expected him to order me to strip in public.

His expression didn’t change. He looked over his shoulder at eight thirty-five and nodded. The slave slid off his briefs with no hesitation. He knelt down to remove his boots, but Master put a hand on his shoulder.

“That will do, boi,” he said in a gentle tone. The slave stood up, handed his underwear to master and resumed his position. I noticed that his nipples were pierced and his cock, larger than me, Do u mean his cock was larger than Todd’s cock? to my chagrin, had a Prince Albert. What’s a ‘prince albert? To my continued shock, he did not appear at all uncomfortable, nervous or embarrassed at standing nude in a crowded bar. However, only a few men standing around us noticed. And they ogled him with lusty looks.

“That’s what I need, Todd,” Master was saying. “Unwavering obedience and loyalty.” His features clearly indicated that I had just failed an easy test. I planted my beer on a nearby ledge. Taking a deep breath, I slid my shorts off. My face grew hot as more heads turned in my direction, but I kept my eyes on Master. I held out my shorts to him. A grin crept across his face and I could see that he was impressed. Getting technical here, but, if he’s such a master, would he really be ‘impressed’? Or maybe slightly pleased? More notice was taken of us, but I ignored them as a defense against embarrassment. Still, I wanted to crawl underneath a table.

“Very good, Todd.”

He rubbed his hand over my body like he was inspecting a car. He paid special attention to my ass and shaved crotch. He nodded as though he approved of what he saw and felt. “I’m going to let you talk to my slave without me around. That way you can ask whatever questions you like and get candid answers in return.” He pushed us together so our noses nearly touched and our dicks did. He stepped back several feet. He couldn’t hear us over the din of the bar but could keep a close eye on us.

I had so many questions, but standing so close to him, words caught in my throat. Eight thirty-five said nothing, letting me speak first. I managed to find my voice. “You seem a little more relaxed than when you walked in. Is that because Master isn’t standing next to you?”

For the first time, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face as the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “You misunderstand me, sir. I was uncomfortable because I’m not used to wearing clothes any more, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been away from Master’s estate. But I feel better now without the underwear.”

“You’re not embarrassed standing in front of strangers naked?” I dropped my voice to a whisper but still loud enough that he could hear me. “I’m mortified.” That was the only reason my cock hadn’t responded to the touch of his against mine.

His smile grew larger. “I’m comfortable now, sir.”

“I’m not a sir,” I protested. “I want to be a slave.”

“Until you are a slave under master, I must and will treat you with respect as I would anyone else.”

“You will do anything for him?”

He nodded. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Even die.”

My eyebrows rose up in surprise. “Do you think it would go to that extreme?”

He shrugged still smiling. “It could.” He told me about the house he shared with a number of slaves and the hierarchy. Not everyone served Master in the same capacity. The beginners or novices had to prove themselves before moving up. Only the most trained at the top held the enviable position of full-time sex slaves.

“What do the others do?”

“They do chores and keep the household running smoothly for Master.”

“That doesn’t sound very difficult,” I said.

He broke into a chuckle. “You have no idea how hard it is. Master is very loving and his rewards are generous but he is also very demanding. You’ve been on Master’s web-site. You saw how few slaves make it to the top.”

My face reddened. I knew I could handle whatever Master threw at me. If this person could do it, I could, too. Master Mike approached us.

“Did you find out all you needed?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” I answered.

“Are you prepared to start your training tonight?”

My heart leapt in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I repeated with more enthusiasm.

“Then follow eight thirty-five.”

The slave led us out of the bar with me on his heels and Master behind me. The little parade garnered looks form everyone as we weaved our way through the crowd. Outside, the cool air chilled my skin, as the sweat from my chest, arms, legs and crotch evaporated. Several men standing near the door, smoking cigarettes stopped their conversations and gaped at us as we exited the bar.

Eight thirty-five led us to a large luxury car and Master popped the trunk lid open. Without a word, Eight thirty-five climbed in. Master Mike hog-tied him securely and gagged him. He stepped back and motioned for me to join the slave. A twinge of apprehension passed through me but was gone as desire chased it away. I crawled in next to eight thirty-five. The trunk was spacious. Master tied and gagged me. He slammed the trunk lid shut, leaving us in silent pitch-black darkness as if we were in a tomb.
OMG.