"So, that brings us to you, dear Prasang. I know our deal was four weeks of complete and absolute submission to me. A deal is a deal and that's why I've already transferred the money for that last week to your account. The next time you check your phone it will be there in full, understand?"
I pulled up my own account on my phone and showed him the transfer.
Prasang looked at it, then looked away, his brow furrowed. What did any of that mean if he was here naked on this beach without so much as his ATM card?
Luckily, I was prepared for this.
I slid off my backpack and unzipped it. I had stuffed it tight that day at the hotel without actually showing him the contents.
I drew out his wallet and opened it up to show him his card and everything else in tact.
"All your stuff is here, Prasang. Your wallet, your phone, and your clothes."
Apart from what I'd brought along to torment him with, there were also the jeans and t-shirt he'd worn when first becoming my slave, along with roughly half the other clothes I bought him.
This included the red thong he'd worn earlier on the beach, along with the bright yellow one that set off his brown skin so beautifully.
There were some loose tank tops and those smoldering green sheer shorts I so loved him in.
I wasn't entirely sure where that day would take us and I had brought as much of his sex-slave attire along as I could, just on the off chance we might go into a restaurant or some place that required him to cover up a little. I wanted to have a variety to choose from as it was simply a turn on to dress (as well as undress) him in all those kinky outfits.
"If you don't mind, though, I thought I'd keep these for myself. A little something to remember you by." I drew out the pair of briefs with the red elastic band he was wearing the very first time I saw him at Male Body Palace.
They were silky and smooth in my hand and I rubbed them over Prasang's abs and his flaccid cock before stuffing them into my pocket for safe keeping.
"I'll never forget the first time I saw you in these... Anyway, look in your wallet. I put a little something extra in there for you."
Prasang opened it. His eyes grew wide as he pulled out a hefty stack of bills.
"Go ahead and count it. This is two more weeks of pay apart from what I've already given you. That's for a total of six weeks," I lowered my voice. "Keep it hidden and don't let anybody see it. Not Martin or Gary or anybody."
I had taken this money out almost immediately after changing my flight to the coming Thursday. I knew how steeped he was in his role as my slave and I hoped it would ease any feelings of abandonment he might experience. And anyway, he had played his role with utmost dedication and I thought he deserved it.
Prasang flipped through the money. Once, then a second time. He did not speak for a while, then finally shook his head. "I can't, master, no. It's too much." He tried to hand it back.
I pressed it back against his chest. "Yes, you can. You've given me the greatest erotic adventure of my entire life. I know I put you through it and it was at your expense. That's why nobody deserves it more than you do. Repeat that, please."
He rubbed his right eye with the back of his hand. "Nobody (SNIFF) nobody deserves it more than I do..."
The money he'd gotten from me was a pretty good chunk, but I was doing well enough back home and to a Thai person, especially one of his background, it was a small fortune.
"With that money you can support your mom and your sisters. You can start your own business if you want to. You could even become a college student for real."
You're a good man, Prasang. The only difference between you and me and the other spoiled fucks on this beach is the hand you were delt."
Indeed, if he had been born in Akron, Ohio like me, a "farang" as they called it in Thailand, he'd be planning out his future with his wife or girlfriend by now and wouldn't have to even dream of subjecting himself to this.
He wasn't, though.
"Use that money to get ahead a little, then you won't have to sell yourself at Male Body Palace anymore. And you won't have to put up with mean bastards like me for the rest of your life."
Prasang chuckled and wiped his eye again.
"And Prasang..."
He looked at me. "Even when I'm gone, I'll still be your master. You have my phone number and my email. If you're ever in any trouble, if that money isn't enough and you need more, just tell me and you'll have it. You don't even have to tell me why. Understood?"
Prasang looked at me in the darkness. Who knew what he thought of all this or how it sounded, especially coming from the guy who had just shoved a huge plantain up his ass not more than an hour ago.
Then all at once, he threw his arms around me and gave me a tight, powerful hug.
I caressed his warm back as his biceps flexed around me. He was so strong and still smelled amazing from the scented oil I'd rubbed into him at the hotel.
"Repeat that, Prasang," I said, struggling to breathe a little. A tear fell on the back of my neck and ran down my shirt.
"If I need anything (SNIFF) if I need any more money...you'll give it to me. I don't even have to say why."
"That's right," I took him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Now, you have a few options. You can come with me to the Royal Elephant if that's what you want. Rest up a little. Then tomorrow I'll buy you a ticket back to Bangkok and we'll both be on our way.
"But I wanted to tell you what Martin and Gary told me. They're trip is just starting. They're here for a whole month, too.
"I've discussed it with them and they'd love to have you as their boy while they're here. The same rules would apply. You would be their boyfriend, their slave, submitting to them completely and utterly the same way you've been submitting to me.
"They may be easier on you or they may be harder, I don't know. All I know is what they're willing to pay you."
I hadn't foreseen any of this, of course. My plan had been to enjoy Prasang's absolute servitude for another day or two while I could (I confess, one of the reasons I had been especially harsh since arriving in Pattaya), then break the news of my early departure and send him on his way with the big wad of cash.
But the sudden appearance of Martin and Gary changed everything. They both had a thirst for sadism and already had an eye open for an experience like the one I was having Prasang. That was why they had taken to dominating him so naturally.
It became clear during our talk beneath the palm tree how interested they were in "employing" my boy for their trip if he was going to be available.
Devious bastard that I was, I exaggerated what I was actually paying him, thus negotiating a higher salary on his behalf.
When I told the naked boy before me how high they were willing to go (first the increase from what I was paying him, then doubled because there were two of them) his jaw fell open.
"They even told me they'd put the payment for the first week into your account right now. I'd help them set it all up, that way we can make sure the money is all there before anything else happens."
He laughed in disbelief, then shook his head. As he thought about it, his black eyes began to glitter. He looked less tired suddenly and some of the color came back into his face.
"You're worth it, Prasang, believe me you are. But are you sure? I know it's a lot of money, but they are going to want what I wanted and they will expect you to work for it, too.
"It's not going to be easy and once that money goes through, you'll be theirs."
He looked back at the two older men lounging on their beach chairs in the light of the lantern. Martin lifted a bottle of Victoria Bitter to him.
When he turned and looked at me again, I could already see what the answer was going to be.
This was the offer of a lifetime for him and may simply have been too much to turn down.
I let out a sigh. "Okay, let's get you ready."
I pulled a big bottle of water out of my bag and offered it to him. "You'd better drink this. You're going to need energy."
I should have realized how thirsty he was, for he downed half the bottle in seconds before letting out a satisfying "ahh."
I took a swig myself, then put it back.
I then drew out the bottle of oil, most of which had been used up during the whole plantain ordeal.
We both stood and I drizzled what was left over Prasang's shoulders, back, and chest. Using the light from my phone for vision, I rubbed him until the contours and curves of his body gleaned.
I oiled up his round ass, his cock, and even brushed against his hole. He "mmf-ed" at my touch as it was still very tender.
He would have to get used to it, though. There would be more where that came from.
"Looking good, Prasang, I think your new masters will be pleased. You sure you're ready for this?"
He hesitated a moment, looking nervous. I didn't blame him. Then he drew air deep into his lungs and nodded.
We made our way back up to where Martin and Gary waited. The backpack was strapped around the front of his chest again, for it and all its contents now belonged to him.
Freed of all those malicious clothespins, he walked a little taller with his shoulders back. The Thai tiger with flame-patterned tattoos running down his arms.
The two older men got up from their beach chairs as we approached. When we stepped into the light of their lantern, Prasang's oil-covered skin lit up like polished bronze. He appeared to almost glow from within and Martin and Gary seemed to contemplate whether they should kneel before him.
But instead, it was Prasang who went down on his knees in the sand, then put his hands together and bowed.
"Dear masters, you are so sexy. I wanted you the minute I saw you. You make my fat, Thai boy cock hard. Harder than any girl or woman ever could." This was a recitation of what I had taught him to say to all his new masters, what he had said to them earlier that day. "Please, let me serve you, masters. Please, use my body however you wish."
Martin and Gary both exhaled in amazement, their eyes wide at the beauty of it.
I took a step forward. "So, masters, I've told our boy here about what you're willing to put up for him. Could you please repeat it so he can hear it for himself?"
Martin nodded, "Indeed we can." He made the same offer to Prasang I had already discussed. Gary nodded in affirmation. Prasang looked pleased.
"And are you willing to give him the first week's pay upfront so he knows you mean business?"
"I surely am, mate," said Martin, "My word is my bond, I can assure you of that, fine young fella. And after everything we've seen tonight I think it is safe to say yours is, as well?"
Prasang bowed again. "Yes, master, I am here to serve only my masters."
I got everything set up, showing Martin and Gary what app they would need as well as Prasang's account information and how to transfer it. It took about twenty minutes to get it all ready and walk them through the steps.
All the while, Prasang waited patiently, upright on his knees and glowing like a bronze statue in the soft lamplight. There was some swelling around his navel and nipples where the clothespins had been. His cock and balls remained spent and swollen, too, and his much abused ass was still bright red.
Yet his body remained almost miraculously beautiful and succulent as ever.
His eyes were fixated on a spot in front of him in the sand and his lips were parted slightly. From the slow rise and fall of the backpack on his chest, I thought he might be doing some kind meditation. Preparing himself mentally and physically perhaps?
I considered whether he might actually have been doing this all along and I hadn't noticed. How else could he have tolerated all this without tapping into some unknown river of inner peace?
Once the transaction was completed, I brought him Martin's phone to show him. "It's done, does that look okay?"
Prasang studied it, then nodded.
"Well, there you have it, my friends, he's yours. I don't suppose you have a collar on hand for your new slave, do you?"
They obviously didn't, so when I gave Martin back his phone, I also presented him with the black dog collar from my pocket. I gave the leather cuffs to Gary.
"Rise, dear boy," said Martin. He fastened the collar carefully around Prasang's neck once again. I helped Gary shackle his wrists, the left and then the right. A ceremonial changing of power.
I raised my hands over the three of them like a priest. "I now pronounce you masters and slave! You may kiss...if you so choose."
Prasang smiled at the two of them, even blushing attractively like a groom on his wedding day. He put his hands on Martin's shoulders and gave him a hard, lusty kiss on the lips, then turned to Gary and did the same.
These were not the deep tongue violations of before, but formal demonstrations of commitment between the naked slave and his masters.
Martin turned and kissed Gary, as well, then clapped Prasang on the shoulder.
"Well, slave boy, let's put you to work, shall we? No time like the present, I always say."
To be concluded (very soon, I promise!)