Entrapment

Big Mac woke up the next morning to a pounding on the steel door that kept him locked in the room. A slide opened up it the doorframe, and he heard Jax's voice calling to him from the other side of the door. "Wake up, Macintosh. Rise and shine. Dress yourself and prepare for breakfast time."

As the slide slid closed, Big Mac sat up and stretched his arms. He had a long day of picking pears ahead of him, a task for which he was well-equipped. He stood up and approached his new clothing. He hadn't looked at them closely yesterday, but now that he had seen them, he was unsure about wearing them. Sure, he had returned to his room while nude after his shower, but that was inside of a private residence. Unless the pear trees he would be tending were also enclosed from prying eyes, he would be very embarrassed to be seen wearing this outfit.

The first article he put on was a collar. It was demeaning, to be sure, but he at least understood the message behind it. Until his debt was paid, he was a slave, and slaves wore collars. His top was also an understandable choice. It covered his chest and arms, protecting them from the sun. His abdomen was left completely open, which was a good choice for breezier days. He could even understand the fact that there were no shoes, despite it being an occupational hazard. What he could not stand behind was his uniform's bottom. It was just a loincloth. It covered him from the front just fine, so long as he wasn't pitching a tent, but his backside was on full display. And to top it all off, he was given no underwear to keep his genitals properly secured. He didn't have an alternative outfit, so he would have to make due with this, and hope that he didn't encounter any more topless mares.

Shortly after he was dressed, the door opened, and Jax stood in the frame. "I see you're collared. Excellent choice. I haven't need to raise my voice. I see your clothes are the correct size. That should come as no surprise."

"If I may interject," interrupted Big Mac. "Is there a reason I wasn't given pants?"

"A reason there is, and a good one, too," smiled Jax. "I am not beholden to you. You'll find instead, it's the other way 'round. Therefore, what you wear is culturally sound. The situation is, you belong to me. So you'll wear what I tell you until you are free." Big Mac nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm told that last night, with my personal guard, as she was cleaning you, your dick became hard." As if in response to being reminded of Pressure Wave's treatment of him, Big Mac's shaft pushed aside the loin covering and grew to a half-chub. "I see your interest is not soon to wane. How would you like to spend time with her again?"

Big Mac sheepishly nodded. "I wouldn't mind it if she wanted to do that again."

"While the laws clearly state that pleasure's not to be hoarded, If you do your job well today, I promise you'll be rewarded. In fact, I can set you up with her once per day. A reasonable bargain, wouldn't you say?"

Big Mac was a bit wary. "First, I want to ask if this is going to increase my debt to you at all."

Jax chuckled. "This is a free service I'm giving to you. Your debt will not increase when you take favours from my crew."

"Okay. Second, and more important, I want to know that she is consenting to it. Not just doing it because she has to."

Jax placed his hand over his chest. "I promise you, she's under no obligation. She genuinely wishes to give you elation."

Big Mac stood and extended his hand. "It's a deal, then." Jax took his hand and gave it a shake, confirming the contract.

After breakfast, Big Mac was painted and taken to an orchard, where he spent the entire day tending to the pear trees. It was early October, so it was still a bit early to be harvesting the fruits, but some of the early bloomers were starting to show their colours. They weren't quite ready to be picked, but that day wasn't very far away. He would have told this to his superior, but he had already been told by his overseer that there wasn't particularly much to do today. It was a good time for orientation, however, as several other slaves with similar stripes didn't know what they were doing. Big Mac was perfectly happy to assist in answering any questions that he could, being an expert in apples. The fruits were similar enough that most of what he knew was applicable here, too.

As the day drew to a close, he was even less happy about the thin apron he was using to cover himself. Twice today, zebra mares had grabbed his exposed butt. He had voiced his distaste for such actions, but the guards made sure he was aware that they had a right to do so. When he arrived in his room, he sat down, waiting for Pressure Wave to come talk to him. While he was very interested in being touched by her, he was even more interested in having a conversation.

The door creaked open and Big Mac stood up. In the doorway stood Jax. "Congratulations on your first day of work. I'm told you performed admirably. Are you ready for your perk?" Big Mac nodded excitedly. Jax moved over to the small door on the wall and unlocked it, sliding it out of the way to reveal a rubber gasket. "I told you that I'd explain the door's use. You'll find that the purpose is anything but obtuse. You rub your cock until it grows firm, then stick it through here and try not to squirm. She's waiting for you now, on the other side of this wall. Give it a shot, let her taste of your balls."

Big Mac was apprehensive. He wasn't sure about this. Something felt very wrong. "How do I know there's not a zebra with a sword on the other side of this wall?" he asked. "How do I know I won't be harmed?"

Jax looked hurt. "You wound me, sir, with your accusation. I'll prove that it's safe with a demonstration." Jax removed his pants, massaged himself to an erection, then shoved his cock through the hole. He waited thirty seconds, then pulled it back out, showing that it was freshly coated in saliva. "There, you see? It's perfectly safe. The worst thing that'll happen is you might chafe."

His fears now mostly alleviated, Big Mac began to rub himself. First through the loincloth, then directly as he began to peek out. He approached the wall, slowly pushing through the gap. It was a snug fit, but he was able to fit his entire length inside.

Applejack sat back as a new cock entered through the gloryhole. This one didn't belong to Jax, and it didn't belong to either of the two male slaves. She knew those ones well enough by now to distinguish between them. This must belong to the new slave. She gave it a sniff, and found that it was sweaty. She was familiar with this smell, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps this was because all of the slaves used the same scent of soap as their master. Either way, if this was the new slave, she wanted him to feel that everything would be alright, and that she would look after him. Wrapping her lips around the head, she began to suck.

Jax smiled as Big Macintosh moaned with pleasure. He had enjoyed the handjob he had received yesterday, but he was enjoying this blowjob even more. And just like yesterday, this was his first time experiencing it. He instantly became hard as a rock, and had to resist the urge to buck his hips. He pressed himself against the wall as hard as he could, trying to fit more of himself through the wall to feel such pleasures.

Applejack wrapped her hands around the length and started bobbing her head up and down. This guy was big, but she couldn't tell if he was in desperate need of comfort or just very forceful. She wanted to believe the former, but experience told her that it was likely the latter. He didn't taste terrible, actually. As far as cocks were concerned, this had been the tastiest one.

He didn't last very long, as she was soon drinking down his cum. Even that was more flavorful than she was used to. She had a feeling that she would like this stallion, if ever they met. As a sign of good faith, Applejack took his entire length into her mouth, and as she slowly pulled back, she applied a sharp suction, making sure he was completely clean and empty before he disappeared back into the rubber seal that separated the rooms.

Big Mac leaned against the wall, panting. That was the most intense blowjob he had ever received. The only one, too, but that didn't matter. He looked up at Jax, who patted his shoulder. "Every day when you come back from your job, she'll be waiting to swallow your knob. This is a gift to you from me, and I hope it might earn your loyalty. Take note, however, that she's not your personal lay. You are only to indulge in this only once per day."

Big Mac nodded and thanked Jax. His head was spinning with the room, and he felt ready to pass out. He crawled over to the bed, taking a short nap before dinner.