Sex Ranch: Preamble
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  By TopLegal
  
  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
  
  (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

Intermezzio
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  I was sitting atop the Bellagio hotel in Las Vegas. A penthouse
  suite was mine alone. I thick bound notebook was in front of me, a
  blank canvas.
  
  My host, Mr. X entered the room alone, "Mr. Langley we are going
  to leave you here for a few days to consider the status of your
  employment with us. You will be completely free of all hypnosis
  for the next four days."
  
  I felt Mr. X reach behind me and insert his finger into my anus
  and then I blacked out.
  
  When I came too, Mr. X pointed to my clothing and suggested I get
  dressed. Tasteful clothing in exactly my size was next to me.
  
  "So Michael, you may still be a bit disoriented for a bit but I
  think you will find yourself quite unharmed from the past three
  months of work you have done for us," Mr. X said as I got dressed.
  
  "What the FUCK," I started to shout out as I began to remember
  some of the past few months.
  
  "Relax Michael," Mr. X said, "this is an opportunity for you to
  contemplate and re-up with full knowledge of what you will be
  doing for us."
  
  I got up to walk out and Mr. X said, "enjoy yourself, I'll wait
  for you here."
  
Streets of Sin
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  I found several one hundred dollar bills in my pocket along with
  my wallet complete with ID and everything. On the Strip, I was
  barely a block from the Bellagio before a female hooker solicited
  me and for $300, I had a good fuck.
  
  It was mechanical, but strangely satisfying. I lay in the trashy
  hotel room realizing that I had been on the streets of San
  Francisco without a job or home just a few months earlier.
  
  Some of what I was remembering was disturbing me, but I decided to
  head back to the Bellagio.
  
Mr. X
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  Mr. X seemed completely unpreturbed by my departure: "Find a nice
  bitch to fuck?"
  
  "Yeah," I responded, "felt good to fuck a woman again."
  
  Mr. X smirked, "100% straight. That's the draw for our customers
  in you Mr. Langley. I am prepared to make you an attractive offer,
  but I want you to spend some time thinking about what it is we
  have you do."
  
  I stood silently.
  
  "You should be having an easier time remembering things now," Mr.
  X said as he handed me a pen and the notebook and then left the
  room.
  
Writing
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  I picked up the phone and ordered some room service. Then I started writing.  

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