The Adventures of Leo - 5

The physically brutal, 'Harem' session really shook Leo. The client's insinuation that he was destined for a 'disposal sale' had deflated all his hopes of release and freedom. As he was returned to his cell, the Captor noticed how agitated he was and secured him more tightly than usual, making Leo feel even more helpless. He slept badly that night,

In the morning, he was awoken early as usual, to eat, perform his toilet and be washed.
His complex overnight body bindings were removed and he was prepared for the first client of the day. In accordance with this clients instructions, he was to be totally nude for this session, not even given underwear. His hands were tied in front with simple wrist roping and he was gagged with a piece of cloth.

The Captor did not take Leo to his usual working room, but downstairs to a cellar he'd never been in before. It wasn't a dark, forbidding dungeon, but it's bright, clinically clean appearance was equally disturbing. Leo sensed that something unpleasant was going to happen to him here.

The Captor tied Leo's hands to a post above his head, murmuring encouraging words, then left.
 Leo waited, naked, alone and trembling. Eventually, a middle-aged man came down the cellar stairs. In his fine clothes, he looked just like a southern gent, an impression that was confirmed by his rich accent when he spoke. He complimented Leo on his physique and stout equipment, he was a fine looking buck - and with an excellent reputation for 'customer service'.

Leo was accustomed to clients drooling over his body when they first met, but when this gentleman began to examine him more closely it was different, almost like a doctor examining a patient - no, like a farmer inspecting livestock. When he placed his hands on Leo's hips to turn him round, Leo shuddered at the touch and the man laughed. 

 The examination of Leo's rear was unexpectedly invasive, intimate and thorough, but finally the strange man stood back remarking that Leo would make a fine addition to the staff at his plantation. Hard work would buff him up considerably.

Leo immediately squawked , "I ain't gonna be no plantation slave!"
Through the gag, it didn't come out quite like that, but his meaning was unmistakeable.

 "Oh Ho!" cried the man "Some spirit I see! Excellent, Leo, my boy, I like that!
You get better and better! But your insolence cannot go unchecked."

He slid his hand lightly down Leo's back, then turned away and took off his coat, hanging it up carefully on a wall hook. Then he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and neatly rolled up the sleeves, revealing unexpectedly muscular arms. From a side table he picked up a riding crop and then advanced towards where Leo was tethered and quaking now knowing what was coming. His legs began to tremble and he tugged in vain at the wrist bindings.

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