Hell Bent for Leather Ch. 07

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

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It so happened that Marlow's plan came to fruition. Feeling adventurous, not to mention horny, Koh agreed to go to Los Angeles and become a regular on the Soapland series. In more ways than one it was a dream come true. He had many things working for him: porn, sunny Los Angeles, western goddesses, ejaculations galore, but most of all he had Marlow. He had become infatuated with the curvy, buxom blonde ever since losing his cherry to her. Oddly enough, or perhaps not surprisingly at all, Koh's cock hadn't seen the inside of Marlow's pussy ever since that fateful night in Tokyo. That had been a lure, a trap - a one-time bonus to seal the deal. He would forever be chasing the carrot, Marlow reckoned.

That's not to say that Koh didn't have sex with her, or at least a version of sex. Every morning upon waking he would present himself to Marlow. She expected morning wood, and indeed his sausage would inevitably be dancing and twitching in some manner or form. Training a slave was all about sexual dominance, and what better way than supervised masturbation? Koh would stand in front of her, hands by his side, and wait for her signal to commence whacking. Far from being seen as punishment, Koh got very turned on by this ritual, and he had no problem shooting out a load of cum. After all, he was naked in front of a gorgeous woman, and he had the privilege and honor of pounding his meat for her enjoyment. But it was his enjoyment too, whether she knew it or not. Adding to the subservience, if you could call it that, was that he'd have to cum into a petri dish that he'd hand over to her afterwards for inspection. If Marlow weren't happy with the output she'd let him know, but that had happened only once; Koh was such a prodigious cummer that his greatest challenge was to keep the semen from exploding out beyond the dish, because when it did he would draw a stern look, and he'd have to get on his hands and knees and clean it up.

Marlow liked to inspect his penis up-close, so after cleaning up his cum Koh would stand at attention. He didn't know what to expect. Sometimes she'd just look him over and that was it, but on other days she might be touchy-feely. She'd pull back on his foreskin under the guise of making sure that he had extracted every drop of sperm, but really it was just an excuse to lay her hand on his dick. Marlow loved to jiggle his dancing manhood after an ejaculation, taking delight in seeing it firm up again which, in all honesty, didn't take much doing. Once stiff and ripe and ready to burst she'd hand it over to him, and Koh would jerk himself silly, rubbing and slapping his dick against her shapely butt cheeks until he couldn't hold back. Being obedient has it rewards, and once things had reached this stage Koh knew that he could splatter his love juice on her thigh, which he'd do with great relish. A second orgasm felt like victory, and he could relax and not think about sex for a while as Marlow bathed.

But she was a goddam hottie, and watching her bathe right in front of him as if it were the most natural thing to do was so arousing that it didn't take much to reinvigorate him, and his cock would once again be bouncing all over the place. The twitch, for Marlow, was a never-ending movie with a continuous sequel. She loved the twitch; she loved keeping Koh aroused. It was her way of training him. A semi-permanent boner, with just enough ejaculations to keep him sedated - that was her plan.

What was really going on behind the scenes was an unspoken competition with Jane. They had both bagged billionaires, and despite the fact that one of them was deceased, it still put the ladies on equal footing. But Jane had a houseboy, and while Herman was a perverted, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass, she had a houseboy. Koh would once again put Marlow on equal footing.

Bath over, he'd towel Marlow dry and watch her get dressed. Koh was a fast learner, and he took great pride in selecting appropriate bra and panty combinations to go with the outfit she had already decided upon. She had taught him to think that there was nothing more rewarding in life than allowing a glamorous woman like herself to grant him access to her private world. It was all part of the process, to turn him into a 'chick with a dick'. Titillating him with unashamed nudity, he was allowed to fondle her breasts as he placed the bra cups over them. He could fondle them all-day, as far as she was concerned, but as soon as he felt a boner rising he knew it was time to tone things down. It took a while for him to learn how to fasten a bra, and his hands shook with nervousness the first time he tried it, but that was then, and now he could have it secured in a matter of seconds.

Marlow would place her hand on his shoulder for support as he helped her step into her panties, and during this part of the ritual Koh was allowed as much body contact as he dared when lifting them up. If he wanted to touch her cunt lips accidently-on-purpose, or run his hand though her butt crack, this was the time to do it. He had carte blanche to caress her delectable body, but he knew his boundaries, and he knew that his penis was off-limits. Marlow figured the ejaculations that began his day would prevent him from losing control, and she could offer up her naked body in the expectation that he wouldn't be overcome with lust and force his dick on her. Marlow chose where and when that was to be used, and if he got too bold and aggressive...well, let it suffice to that the dreaded penis clamp was never far away.

Marlow knew she was hot, and teasing came second nature to her; all she needed was the right admirer. Koh 'got' her; he understood where she was coming from, and he understood what gave her pleasure. But he didn't mind; in fact he was overjoyed. The original mantra that got him to this point was that it was better to be abused by beautiful women than ignored by them, but whatever Marlow was doing to him, it certainly didn't feel like abuse. All Koh saw was love, tenderness and affection, not to mention numerous orgasms. In his mind, jerking off in front of a woman was the same as having sex with her. Masturbating in the privacy of his bedroom could not compare to the thrill of doing it in front of a female.

Marlow had given Koh the option of being clothed for the short walk over to Jane's house, but he was okay being nude as long as he could hold her hand along the way. How delightful, she thought, and how dependent, and she beamed with pride, preparing to show off her houseboy. The narrow lane that passed for a road in this wealthy enclave allowed for a naked man to walk around unnoticed, and Jane's house was right next-door, so Koh being naked wasn't all that daunting, but seeing his unfettered cock made Herman pine for the days when his behavior was still considered cute and his love muscle wasn't shackled. But the two young men were sure to get along. They both liked Internet porn, they both liked masturbating, and they were both willing to act subservient in order to get close to a beautiful woman. They both had time on their hands as well, so while Jane and Marlow were busy discussing whatever, the two young men wandered off into Herman's bedroom.

Herman had every right to be resentful when he first met Koh, who had won the Marlow sweepstakes, which had been his dream fantasy. And he wasn't wearing a penis clamp either. Herman could have been jealous, but he also had a fine eye for dick, and it wasn't Koh's fault that Marlow chose him. He won her fair and square. The first thing Herman did was sit him down and show him all the photos he had of Marlow. Koh showed him some kinky Japanese stuff. Did Koh know that big Tony's dick was all over the Internet? Did Herman know that Japanese men liked to put funnels in their mouths and have women pee in them?

He showed Koh the website where he posted the bra and panties that Jane wore each day. "Be sure to ask Marlow," he said. "I can create a page for her on the website." Koh was amazed at how many hits the website got. "You pick out her underwear, don't you? Trust me, she wants you post it. That's why she has you pick them out." Koh giggled and told Herman about his touchy-feely escapades when she got dressed. Herman countered by showing Koh the sex tape he made with Jane.

Two naked men sitting side-by-side, watching porn...what could go wrong? Koh was ingenious enough to go online and find instructions on how to spring the clamp lock, and as soon as he did Herman's rod popped straight up. "Man, that feels good," he said, scratching it. "Thanks."

But Koh wasn't listening. Before he even had time to think of the ramifications, he was wiggling Herman's penis, just for the hell of it. It was already stimulated, so why not? It seemed like the right thing to do. The homo thing no longer intimidated Koh because, having already sucked Tony's whopper, he had crossed the barrier. That had been a tough one, and only the presence of the five western goddesses gave him the will to see it through, but it wasn't as bad as he had expected. A dick in the ass he'd never consider, but a dick in the mouth was no problem.

No, playing with a stiff rod didn't bother Koh. He felt sorry for Herman; he couldn't imagine how he must suffer, carrying the burden of a penis prison, and showering his erection with love made Koh feel good. He had no reservations about putting it into his mouth and sucking on it, and rubbing it until Herman was ready to pop, which was only a matter of thirty seconds or so, Herman being a horny little bugger. Still new to the game, Koh waited a little too long to remove it from his mouth, having misread the sign, and he got a taste of warm and thick, salty-tasting fluid before yanking it out and letting the juice spurt on to his face and chin. When it was over they were both confused. Was this a one-off or the start of something bigger? Neither knew, but Koh had a boner, and one good turn deserved another, so Herman decided to return the favor, no strings attached.

The ladies eventually noticed that their boys were missing, and they went off it search of them. Seeing Herman's bedroom door closed, Jane opened it, and she shook her head and muttered, "Jesus Christ, I should have fucking known." The two houseboys were entwined together, their limp cocks giving every indication of having just come from a spunk party. "Herman, where's the fucking clamp?" Turning to Marlow, and referring to Koh, Jane said, "I hope he doesn't get any bad habits, hanging around with bugger-boy."

Jane immediately reattached the locking device. "How'd you get this off anyway?" Herman didn't want to throw Koh under the bus, but he broke under her interrogation. "I think your boy needs to be taught a lesson, Jane said."

Marlow sighed. Jane was probably right, he shouldn't have removed Herman's clamp without permission, but come on; having their houseboys hook up was like a dream come true, wasn't it? Still, for Koh to be controlled and know his place, he needed to be punished. Up to now it had been fun and games. Marlow was hoping to avoid the punishment phase of his regimen, but it was inevitable. If left unchecked, Koh might start sneaking up on Marlow's friends from behind and beat-off on their hair. He might turn into Herman. Marlow didn't want to be the bad cop though, so she played dumb. "What should we do?"

Jane sat down on the chair that faced the computer monitor, which was still showing an image of Marlow wearing a thong bikini. "Jesus Christ, look at this," she exclaimed. "I bet these pervs have been beating off. Am I right?"

Herman smiled. Secretly enthralled, Marlow pretended to be bothered. "I cannot believe you diddled over my picture. That's gross." To Jane she said, "I'm to upset to deal with it, you handle it."

"Have you been doing homo shit too, you little buggers?"

"Just oral," Herman replied, smugly, "no fucking."

"I'll show you how it's done," Jane said to Marlow, and she summoned Koh over to where she sat. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew that he had displeased his mistress. He did as told, and laid across Jane's knees in a face down position, exposing his buttocks to her. The next minute or so was not pleasurable, as Jane used a hair blush to slap his cheeks until they reddened and had blood seeping out. Jane hit him hard, and Marlow winced with every stroke. It pained her to see Koh punished this way; she saw the agony in his face, he was on the verge of tears. It wasn't just the pain that got to him; it was also the humiliation of having let his mistress down. In that regard, Marlow's training was progressing nicely. Koh took to being a houseboy better than she could have ever imagined. A teacher is only as good as a pupil's willingness to learn, and Koh was an excellent student, at least for now, Jane reminding her that Herman was once quite pleasant to be around too.

But Koh wasn't Herman, being submissive came natural to him, and besides, Marlow would limit the damage when they got home. She'd mother his wounds and maybe even have him to give her a full-body massage. That was a reward he'd appreciate. It was demanding being a mistress, it was like having a full-time job, and she could really use a relaxing massage. And if he performed his task well, like she knew he would, she'd let him straddle her and jerk over her face and drench her with his sperm. Maybe she'd even lick his penis tip as he stroked. The carrot and the stick...

Marlow arranged for Koh to take English lessons from a thirty-something Japanese woman. The instructor had been specially recruited via Jane's connections because of her unique teaching methods, and she was given a free reign to use sex as a tool to assist with the lessons. He was progressing fast, the instructor told Marlow; so fast that the hand-jobs she usually gave him were no longer sufficient. He needed an extra incentive, and Koh soon had a second notch on his belt. He decided to keep a log of all the women he had intercourse with; you fuck once and you wonder if it will ever happen again, but fucking a second woman makes one feel like they're a player, which is perhaps what Marlow was hoping for when she hired the instructor. Carrot and the stick...

Between Marlow, Herman and the English teacher, Koh wasn't hurting for sex. And he hadn't even yet performed in his first Soapland episode, excluding the one that was filmed in Tokyo.

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With Jane's fevered imagination running wild, the script for the Tokyo-based Soapland episode had been mostly her doing. It was an important episode, for it ushered in a new era, with a new format and a new group of players. The casting fell into place fairly easy. Arlene was no longer a towel-girl, having been promoted to soap-girl. She was the one holdover from the original cast. Arlene had found her niche with Soapland. Being a porn-star emboldened her. She loved humiliating men it is true, but her low self-esteem meant that she also liked to be humiliated; hence her volunteering for bukkake, and hence the rape scene that she insisted be scripted into the plot back when the show first aired.

There had to be a role for Jenn, and they cast her as a soap-girl. Surely the series would have room for a customer who wanted to be whipped, but even if not, her sexiness, her slut-appeal, and the way she filled out a bikini, made her a natural for the role. That, plus Jane was smitten with her. With time to kill in Tokyo, they had done some torrid lovemaking. Jane had commented on her prowess. "You must be a dyke at heart," she said.

Jenn smiled. "Why do you think I destroy testicles?

"You keep this up you'll turn me into a fucking lesbian. Jesus, you know how to hit the sweet spot."

"From what I gather," Jenn commented," none of this won't mean anything until we have a three-way with your husband."

That made Jane laugh. "I would love to see you give him a prostate massage. He'd love it too," she cackled. "You know, I'm feeling good right now.' She sighed. "There's only one thing that could spoil the moment." In a loud voice she called out: "Herman, show yourself, I know you're in here."

It took some doing, but they found him cowering behind a bureau. He quivered with fear. Jenn was not one to trifle with. "You know," Jane, said, "we could bust his ass, but I got a better idea." Taking him by the arm she dragged Herman out to the living room and then out the front door into the hotel corridor. Laughing, Jane said afterwards, "maybe we should have put the clamp on. The way it stands now he'll probably jerk off on some people in the elevator and get arrested."

"You should have let me have a go at him," Jenn said, "brandishing a mini-whip."

Now it was Jane's turn to smile. She'd write a good scene for Jenn. Poor Tony. He didn't yet know it, but he was going to sexually harass Jenn at the Soapland, which would be a big mistake...

Despite their hiccup in Tokyo, Marlow and Tony remained an item. He still came over to her house and fucked her by the swimming pool. Marlow allowed Koh to watch, much to Tony's frustration, but instead of hiding in the hills and peeping, Koh sat in a nearby lounge chair, and if he wanted to play with his penis he could do so. It was a little weird, Tony thought, having a man masturbating nearby while he fucked, and it bothered the bodybuilder that Marlow showed the Japanese fag as much attention as she did. Her focus should be on big Tony, but Marlow had something special that Tony craved, so he accepted her peccadillos. If she wanted to have Koh around while he fucked her, so be it. "C'mon baby," she'd say. "You know how it turns me on."

"Look at me," he'd retort, flexing his muscles for emphasis. "I should be all you need."

Marlow would look at his penis, which by now would have been pumped up and have a big hook to it, and smile. "Let's not argue, let's fuck. Besides," she purred, "I think I fuck better when someone's watching." That ended the conversation, for hearing her talk dirty got Tony harder than a nail, and they'd be off to the races. Koh, meanwhile, was already deep into his jerk, and he might even get off a second round before they finished. He had to take his orgasms whenever and wherever he could, owing to his mistress' idiosyncrasies. What she gave she could take away. Herman's cock-clamp was proof-positive.

But Tony needed to be careful, because it was a small step from Koh masturbating to Koh participating, and Marlow was already thinking how she could integrate him into their lovemaking. Koh's dick inside Tony's rectum was a thought that got her moist. She already knew what his response would be. "You've been hanging around Jane too long," he say, and she'd smile before getting down and dirty with her stud lover.

It was a real coup to get Tony to agree to a regular role on Soapland. He had moved way beyond porn, he thought, until Hideki's checkbook persuaded him otherwise. He would reprise William's role, which was that of a bisexual, muscular black Adonis, with a twelve-inch sausage that was always being paraded around. What would Donkey Productions be without its parading around a bisexual, muscular black Adonis with a twelve-inch sausage? It had come to define them.

Speaking of William, Jane hadn't forgotten about her black-on-black idea. He'd return to the Soapland, perhaps to get his old job back - she hadn't quite worked out the particulars, but it would end with a naked wrestling match to the death that would spill out in the spa, both horrifying and entertaining the staff and customers alike. But that was for another day; right now they needed to figure out how to use Koh.

They decided he would take on Arlene's former role as towel-girl, or in this case, towel-boy. After bribing him with sex - because he was going to get his bell rung in his one Soapland scene - there was every expectation it would be enough to entice him to Los Angeles with the prospect of a regular role. And with Marlow having done enough to reel in her catch, Koh was willing to take the plunge. And the best part for everyone concerned was that with Koh on board, Marlow agreed to play the Madam. At the outset she had insisted that she wouldn't do nudity; it was underwear only, and the closet she'd come to sex would be to watch a man jerkoff, but that would change.