Xander is humiliated beyond belief. Of all the things he's experienced, this indignation is the worst. He's thankful no one will see this, but he knows Joshua and his mouth. There's no escaping this. The Master is looking at the boys, smiling, a sparkle in his eyes. Fuck this man! He can sell sand to people living in desert and make them think they're buying gold, what the fuck, Xander thinks. The newly awakened sub in him is dancing. The rest of his mind is fuming, and the straight boy, that's been silent the last day, just smirks, saying to any part of his brain that'll listen, well, wasn't that just special, hope we enjoyed that!
“Go to the sink Xander, grab a towel, clean your and Joshua's faces. Hurry up now.” Xander rushes to the sink, happy to comply. Joshua, though, is happily wiping his face with his fingers and licking them clean. He's a happy cum slut right now.
“Master, may I…?” The Master looks at him, smiling, simply says, “You'll be coming to my bed after the festivities slave, just be patient.” Joshua beams and his smile grows in size as Xander hands him a towel.
There's a soft knock at the door, and a minute later, Jonathon walks in, drops to his knees, ignoring the twins, as he should, he says, “Everything is in order and ready for your inspection Sir. The boys are downstairs, waiting on lunch. I thought a little rest might be appropriate, it'll be a long night.”
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“Yes it will be. My guest arrive in a few hours. Most are already on the island,” He says Jonathan isn't surprised hearing the information, the Master knew things, and received reports constantly.
The Master continues, “The brothers and Thomas will be at my side during these festivities. Some of the men coming can be handsy, and don't have patience with new slaves. I don't want them getting slapped for some minor infraction. You know how these men are Jonathan. Make sure you tell the slaves to be on their best behavior and to follow instructions immediately.”
“Yes Sir, I've already done that. Some of the boys are excited. They remember last year, and hope for some repeats of events.” The Master chuckles. He can imagine. He lets His guests enjoy the company of His boys. They're well trained in giving pleasure, and some of these men arriving appreciate their skills and their enthusiasm.
“After lunch, all hands on deck, get the prey cleaned and presentable. Security will be setting up a special display in the lounge for my guests. I want the slaves downstairs during this, no one, not even you, need to concern themselves with that project. All answers will be made clear in due time.”
“Yes Sir!” Jonathon replies.
“One last thing. Your cage, back on. Have Micheal put it on you, Jonathon.” The Master says with some levity in His voice, and chuckles softly Jonathan just smiles, thinking, at least I'll get one last blow job from my bitch.
Xander and Joshua are kneeling quietly, listening to this exchange. Thankfully, Xander is keeping his bratty part in check. He senses now is not a good time to open his big mouth and get himself in trouble. One thing he's definitely learned and taken to heart is that upsetting this Man is not a smart move. The Master is pleased with the boy, he's learning. Good!
The afternoon passes without incident. The security men secretly worked on the their project for their employer. It was a fun task, they enjoyed it, and knew the Master's guest would appreciate the work they accomplished. All of the slaves were outside the Master's study, lined up, on their knees. Micheal was doing a good job helping Jonathon. Besides, he was in a good mood. He got one last throat fucking from Jonathon, then happily relocked his new lover up, teasing the hapless boy. They were quickly developing a deep love and bond between them. Life is good, Micheal thought
Meanwhile, inside the study, Jonathon and the 3 new boys were with the Master. For two of the 3, they would argue with Micheal and his assessment of life. More indignation, and freaking absolutely unnecessary humiliation from the man. Leashes! He put leashes on the three boys, and had them kneeling there, with the end of the leash being held by their teeth. They told if it got dropped or removed, they'd be punished. It was an act of degradation Xander and Tommy never could imagine. Of course, young Joshua beamed at it. That boy was having the time of his life, some things rattled the boy, especially Tommy's punishment. Seeing Tommy go through that was difficult because he knew Tommy didn't share this “kink”. No, he knew Tommy and Xander had different ideas of what fun was, but for Joshua, even the thought of being punished like Tommy has some appeal deep inside him. If only he could get the Master to understand his cravings better….
“Now listen slaves. And don't interrupt me. You three will be kept by my side, leashed, and you'll keep your damn mouths shut. Or I'll publicly whip you in front of everyone. I will not be embarrassed or made to look like a fool by a slave. Do not flinch if one of my guests touches you. If you do, he'll surely slap you hard. I won't interfere. Don't get yourself in a bad position with these men. Some have beaten a slave to death. They see you as nothing but an animal, less than human. Remember that! You're going to witness some unusual sights. As I told Tommy this morning, learn to appreciate what you have been gifted under my roof. Things can definitely be worse for you boys.”
Tommy and Xander both are starting to wonder exactly how things can get worse. The Master wasn't big on detail, but He definitely has a way with putting fear into a boy. However, both boys are starting to think maybe it's more bluster than anything else.
“My guests are arriving in a few minutes, let's go,” the Master says, and takes the leashes of the boys and starts heading out as Jonathan opens the two doors wide, and follows his owner out. Micheal quickly signals the slaves to stand up, and lower their heads in submission as the Master walks past them. Formally is paramount under these conditions. The slaves know this, and they'll do whatever is necessary to ensure their beloved Master shines before His peers.
They follow Him to the grand foyer of His estate, He takes His place as the slaves line up on both sides, He stands at the far end from the entance doorway, three new boys, leashed, kneel beside Him, heads and eyes down, Jonathon, standing next to Micheal, he and the other slaves prostrating themselves to welcome 10 men and their own slaves. At a glance from the Master, two security men open the large doors, welcoming the guests of the Master.
And they make their entrance in style, grand style that only men with their grandiose beliefs can achieve. Each man walks in, with a collared slave following him, carrying luggage, or pushing a cart with it. Some of these men over packed, such primadonnas themselves. As usual, Jamal was first. He viewed most people as infidels, according to the beliefs of his people. However, he respected strength and respected men that knew they're rightful power to enslave the weaker people around them. His slave was dressed in effeminate clothing styled in the middle eastern harem style. Even the Master had to admit the blonde haired boy looked beautiful in his outfit and make-up. And if one looked closely enough, it would become obvious that the chastity cage on him was made permanent by soldering the key hole closed. Jamal and his slave are followed by a line of men, and one woman, the wife of one the men. Each Master brings a slave along. They walk down the foyer, passing the boys on their knees, not giving them anything more than a cursory glance. Some of the Masters take a longer look at a few of the slaves, boys they've used as a guest in the Master's home in the past.
As each arrival approached the Master, they exchanged greetings. Finally all of the guest were inside, and had been greeted by their host, Jonathon quickly started signaling a slave. Each slave already knew his assignment. Escort a Master to his suite. Each room had a Master style bedroom, a lavish bathroom, and a small room with a very small bathing area for the slave.
A little while later, each Master is escorted down to the lounge. A lavish room with sofas, chaise lounges, a bar, extravagance in every way that showed the Master's wealth off in a flagrant manner of that would shock most people. Gold figures from ancient times, marble columns, paintings created by masters of the Renaissance. Also, each Master was greeted by a sight of the old house alpha, impaled by a large metal dildo, hanging there by his his wrist, being kept hydrated by IV. He was in extreme pain and discomfort. Weights pulling down on his balls, the head of his penis locked in a unique contraption similar to those novelties known as “Chinese finger cuffs”, and every time he struggled, it caused his penis to be pulled on and painfully stretched. A few whips were there for the Master's to use on the abused slave for their punishment.
“My former alpha slave is here for your entertainment gentleman, and madam. Please feel free to make him suffer. However, I ask that he not be overly damaged. He's now the property of our good friend Jamal. I believe he has plans for this worthless animal.”
Jamal walks to the hapless boy, slowly rubbing the boy's body, and says loudly, while looking directly at the slave, “Yes, I have plans for this object, this piece of lowly scum. He'll suffer in ways unimaginable. My customers will enjoy abusing him for their sadistic pleasure. He'll be begging for death daily, of that, I assure you my friend. A slave that kills another slave has forfeited any kind of consideration of mercy for itself. It will suffer, it will live in pain and fear. It will be known simply as Scum.” The slave was screaming in his balls gag, looking at the Master with eyes pleading for help. The Master simply turned his backing the boy. He couldn't care less for him anymore. His actions caused his situation. Besides, he lost any rights naturally recognized to be God's gift to humanity. Slaves have no such rights, especially a slave that kills other slaves.
Jamal slaps the boy's balls so hard he sees stars. He is finally realizing how badly he fucked up. Not even being raped over and over at the farm compared to the situation he was sold into. The Master never sold one of his houseboys into such a life. He only sold them with the assurance they'd be treated with some dignity and humanity. However, this boy deserved nothing short of pure Hell and damnation, a life of suffering and absolute dehumanization.
Jamal walks over to the Master, looking at the three boys on there knees at His side, and smiles. “Such beautiful twins Keith. They're pretty little pets for sure. I know better than to ask what price you would consider for selling them. They certainly would fetch high prices in my Dubai interest.”
“These boys are out of your price range Jamal. Not even the Almighty Himself could afford these boys. They're definitely a beautiful pair, and a great addition to my household.”
Another master asked about Tommy, who immediately shakes at the thought of being sold. He's in shock and fear. Two of the slaves brought along with their masters had no balls. Completely removed. Fuck that.
Jamal says to the other gentleman, “Our host has decided He wants that fine specimen also, sadly. He's a pretty boy. He would have made a fine addition to my harem of slaves. Alas, he isn't available. Our host has good taste in boys.” He says jovially.
“I needed replacements to fill your request Jamal. I decided I could use this boy, and your new slave downstairs is as a lovely boy you'll enjoy as he fulfills your needs.” He says warmly. “And now, champagne, food, and good companionship is on the agenda.” He snaps His fingers at Micheal, he quickly acknowledges His Master. He disappears for a moment, then the slaves of his guests appear, bearing trays of finger foods, champagne, and quickly start serving the menagerie of people that own them. One of them goes behind a bar as the appointed mixologist for the evening.
As the slaves of the Master's guests perform their duties, the house slaves are downstairs preparing the 10 captives for their debut. The senior. Jonathon left a few of the boys upstairs to assist in the kitchen and help ensure Micheal can perform his duties as the lead boy making sure everything runs smoothly. Jonathan was taking a risk here by placing Micheal in such a position of importance. However, he was very positive Micheal would perform above and beyond expectations. His caning was still fresh in his mind, and he really wanted to make Jonathon proud, and to look very good in their Master's eyes. He had totally fallen for the boy after the last several nights in his bed. Plus, Micheal had a selfish ulterior motive. He hoped the Master would reward the alpha again. He wants that boy's cock!
So Jonathan isn't overly concerned about matters upstairs. He has faith in Micheal, and the boys assisting him, along with the guest slaves. Those slaves will absolutely avoid anything that will make their personal owners look bad. Punishment is a great motivation to slaves.
Jonathan and the slaves he brought with him enter the holding area with 4 security men in tow. These men are an insurance, simply there to handle any issue that becomes a problem for Jonathan. He hopes he can avoid needing to rely on them. However, that depends on the 10 boys locked up.
“Listen up guys! Keep your mouths shut, and behave, or you know the consequences . Now. We are going get you all dressed up so you can be introduced to the Master's guests, your new owners!” He says he unlocks the door, and continues, “You guys have been sold. You're going to enter a new, permanent phase of your lives….”
“Fuck you shitheadl! You can't sell us! There's laws shithead!!!” The newest boy yells.
Jonathan waves off a security man, steps up to the boy, and suddenly a small quirt style whip flashes from his right hand, his wrist flicking it right across the boy's balls. The boy looks surprised at first, then the pain made itself felt. He dropped down into a fetal position, grabbing his lower gut and screams like he's being killed. His screams continue until Jonathan leans down, grabs his hair, and says, “Shut the fuck up slave! The only laws here are the ones created by the Master. Get over it, shithead! And if you call anyone that again, you'll end up with a broken arm.”
He releases the boy, stand up. And says, “Single file line now, or you're balls get it too bitches!”
The boys quickly line up. As each one taken from the cell, he's collared and leashed, hands cuffed behind him. Then led away to the unknown. Purposely being ignored as they ask questions and plead for help. They're begging, trying to bargain with the house slaves. All falling on deaf ears. The house slaves know the futility of trying to get out of this predicament. Some of them remember being in a similar position. Being taken by force, waking up here, and being told what their future held for them. They struggled too, like Tommy has been. They all failed. and in the end, accepted the life forced on them. Now, each one is, if not extremely happy, at least aren't completely miserable. Being a slave by choice is one thing, being forced into it is very different. Both paths end at the same point. A life in Bondage. They call themselves the Boys in Bondage with pride.
Upstairs, three new slaves, also collared and leashed, were having an eye opening event of epic proportions taking place in their minds. Joshua was enthralled, but also starting to realize just how real this new life is. Yes, he thought it was fun. It was the stuff of his fantasies. However, he was seeing the horror behind the veil. Seeing another boy being abused without any concerns scared him. He shuddered at the thought and sight. It didn't escape the Master's notice.
Xander was a wreck on the inside. This current set of events and sights had his mind scrambled. The straight boy in him was screaming. That part wanted to try anything and everything possible to escape this surreal gathering. His penis feels even smaller as if it's shrinking by the second. The newly awakened submissive in him wasn't exactly fighting against them straight boy part. In fact, it was agreeing with the idea of getting the hell out of there. Outward, he was tense. Struggling to keep his mouth closed. He's a smart boy, he has learned some lessons, especially from Tommy's ordeal the previous night, and now seeing the other boy's situation. And for once, the boy's brain and ass were happy the mouth was behaving. The mouth was so dry from fear, it couldn't speak anyway.
Then there's Tommy. He's fuming. Furious and angry at this man holding his and the twin's lives in his hand. Tommy was having visions of murder. He wanted to kill all of these men, especially the Master. He is the enemy. The real threat to everyone. Him, Jonathan, and Micheal were the prioroty in his mind. He'd figure something out. He just had to bide his time. Unfortunately for him, the Master also sensed his thoughts and vibes. He is too well behaved. However, his anger is visible in the redness of his neck. The Master knows Tommy is trying to formulate a plan. He smiled inwardly, very predictable Tommy, He thinks to himself. I'll enjoy tonight very much. If Tommy knew what the Man was thinking, he'd try to choke Him to death right then. Unfortunately, he has no skills or enough life experience as a man to face, much less deal, with this situation with any strength to come out on top. He lost the war the minute the Master first was informed of him by someone on His payroll that was tasked with finding suitable candidates.
The Master is enjoying His company. He likes seeing the guest slaves perform their duties. And they've been exceptionally efficient and well practiced. His guests are happy, jovial, in high spirits. Their looking forward to the hunt the day after tomorrow. Most of guest will spend tomorrow in the local “town”, buying objects of art and other things. They usually spent several thousands of dollars each, helping the locals and showing their appreciation to their host. The Master appreciated them spending money. It was a small gesture that the locals loved. They had some notions of what happened in the Master's estate. They had no reason to interfere. They were safe from His other business interests. They provided a service by working at the resort and creating a nice environment where paying vacationers experienced a blissful Caribbean island retreat.
Michael approaches the Master, kneels down, waiting to be acknowledged. Joshua glances at him, and Michael smiles at the boy, which reassures the young submissive boy, and he relaxes some. Again, not escaping the Master's notice.
“Yes, Micheal, speak”, He says.
“They're ready Master. Everything is as you expect. Jonathon is waiting for you.”
“Excellent news boy. Take the twin boys with you and enjoy your dinner. Thomas will stay with me “, He says as He hands Micheal two leash ends. The two brothers stand and follow Micheal out, Joshua looking back at Tommy as they exit the lounge.
Tommy and Joshua will see each other tonight, albeit under unusual circumstances, the Master thinks as He smiles, and announces, “My lady, gentlemen, our dinner is prepared. And I have quite the centerpiece for us to enjoy as we dine.” He walks to the door of the grand dinning hall, opens it. Tommy's jaw almost hits the floor at the sight welcoming the diners. Ten naked boys on the large table in the center, restrained completely to each other.
