The sight that greeted the guests and Tommy is a wonderful display of young men, boys really. All aged 18 to 21. Ten smooth, not quite fully matured boys. Two rows, each row facing the opposite walls, their backs to each other. The guest are seated, their view of the boys is mesmerizing. Ankles shackled, hands cuffed, a pole slipped down the line between elbows and backs. Their heads have another, thinner bar connected to the collars around their necks, keeping them looking up and forward. Each boy is gagged with a penis shaped device inside their mouths.
The ten boys are trying to stay quiet, they were warned not to make disturbing noses. However, fear, anxiety, anger, and other emotions kept them unable to be noiseless. The gags kept the noise to a low murmur. Their locked dicks visible, their asses promptly exposed.
The guests are impressed with the Master's imagination. A boy in the lounge To be treated like a cheap whore in a stuff film, followed by this display of boys that have been sold as slaves, regardless of their opinion in the matter. But Tommy. Poor Tommy was horrified beyond reason. Things just kept getting worse, and he is expecting to see the guest just start going all Micheal Myers on the frightened boys, and get off by slicing them up while speaking in tongues, in some crazy ass satanic ritual.
This, of course, did not happen. Instead the guests seated themselves, and their slaves promptly entered the dining room, carrying covered dishes, while a few started offering wine to the group of mhappen. While this going on, Tommy kneels down beside the Master, and suddenly hears His voice whispering in his ear, “You should have been on the table Thomas. That was your fate. You were going to be hunted down by Jamal, then taken out to the desert in the middle east, and be severely mind fucked and reconditioned, with no restrictions on abusing you, until you were completely unable to even remember your name, your past, anything. Then you would have been trained to never do anything, to even think about anything without being told. Not even pissing Tommy. Then you'd be wearing clothes like his slave, living in abject fear of the smallest infraction. And he's been known to beat a slave to death slowly in his anger. Whether it's the slave's fault or not. Be grateful you idiot. I can still send you away. Joshua will forget about you in a few weeks.”
He grabs Tommy's hair, pulls his head back some, and says, “I hope you understand me slave.”
Tommy looks at the Master, and replies, “Yes Sr, I understand. Thank you Master.” Fuck you! You miserable old piece of shit. Asshole! ASSHOLE!!!! He screams in head, vowing he'll get people out of here no matter what. Just then a slave hands Tommy a bowl of some slop, looks at it, and hears the Master say, “Bon appetit boy. That's slave gruel. That's what some of these other slaves eat everyday. You better eat every bite or you'll go hungry. Enjoy!” He smiles at the boy as He takes a bite of delicious smelling seared fish.
As Tommy starts choking down his food, he hears the Master ask, “Lady Ann, I understand you're the one interested in this is years offering.”
“Yes Keith. I'm looking to have an animal to pull my cart and things when I'm in my garden. I'm getting too lazy to do the heavy lifting now days. So, I decided I need A beast of burden to do the heavy lifting, and possibly even pull a rickshaw when I wish to go shopping. I haven't decided if it'll be gelded or not though. My loving husband,” and she pats the arm of her husband, “Thinks I should use him to service me personally when he's out of town. But that seems to complicate matters. I'd rather just remove those pesky things that drive most men's minds, and just have a tame pony.” She smiles at her words, and looks at the boy in front her as she reaches out and fondles him. Luckily, the boy knew better then to move, they were warned against. And this boy had visions of his balls being cut off an rolling down the table.
In the slaves dining area, things were going well. The boys are in a good mood. They get tonight off, except for the kitchen staff. The also have their ball tomorrow night. The gaggle of faggots was deeply immersed in a lively conversation with Xander and Joshua. The twins were in an anxious frenzy of abject terror after seeing the afternoon's sights. Another boy being impaled and brutalized by the guests, especially Lady Ann. She relished hurting the males in her life. Well, except for her husband. It's his money that provides the lavish and royal-like lifestyle she's now accustomed too. She loved him, even though he was a short, fat, balding man. They were happy, especially when she always has access to pathetic male toys and the freedom to be as sadistically cruel as she wants. Those boy suffered, many begging for death sometimes.
“They had their balls removed! What the fuck kind of monster does that? Just kill me instead,” Xander was saying. For once, Xander's mind and body are in full agreement.
“And that dude, they were beating on him, crushing his balls, his nipples. They even shocked him inside his cock!” Xander kept saying.
“That's why we're lucky Xander. We can keep our nuts, and none of us have to go through what that piece of shit did. He deserved it. He killed our friend!!” Michael said vehemently.
Xander looked at Micheal with anger in his eyes, he's about to speak out again, no matter what, no one deserves that kind of cruelty he's thinking, about to blurt it out, when Joshua says.
“It was hot to me. Especially the e-stim. I was turned on by Xander. I'd love to let our Master do that to me. Fuck me! I'm so weird, huh big brother?” he starts to sob some. Xander is taken back. It's a few other boys that speak up. Billy and Matthew both quickly say they love the sadistic stuff.
Joey smiles, and says. “Billy loves having his balls crushed under a foot when he's sucking a cock.”
Billy smiles and nods affirmatively with pride, “I do! Feels so good and makes me open my throat more.”
“A hot dog makes your throat open Billy,” Matthew says, laughing. All the boys laugh at that. As their dinner concludes, Jonathon says, “After dinner, everyone downstairs, showers, some of you will be given assignments, so be ready. Except you two,” he says to the brothers, “you guys can go to the rec room. Stay there!! Security is heavy right now, don't be foolish.”
“Ok,” they both reply. Then Joshua quickly asks, “What about Tommy? He didn't get dinner.”
Micheal snickers, getting him a sideways glance from the alpha, “He ate in the dinning room Josh. He's going to stay with the Master a while longer. You'll see him in the morning.”
Xander hears that and thinks, nooo really? That means…
“That means…” Xander starts to say.
Jonathon simply ends it with, “Means none of your or my business boy! And yes Xander, you're staying downstairs tonight. No more about this. Go on, finish your dinner now.”
All the boys start moving quickly, cleaning up from dinner, helping the kitchen staff get things done. Ryan appreciates it, especially during these times when there's other slaves around. He'll be sticking around until the dining room is cleaned by the guest's slaves. Michael is also staying upstairs to coordinate the after dinner drinks out by the pool.
All the slaves head downstairs, running off to the showers, Xander and Joshua joining them. The boys have fun, washing each other, snapping towels at each other's butt's. Some partner up to clean out their holes. Jonathan can hear them, and he feels a heavy heart knowing 4 of them were getting some news tonight.
A few minutes later, all the boys are in rec room, relaxing, having fun when Jonathan says, “Andrew, go with Mr. Hanson, Master requests your presence.”
Andrew smiles, says OK, and moves quickly to be escorted to his future.
Upstairs, noticing the time, the Master starts making his way to His study, to tell Andrew what is next in his life as a slave. He sees Michael, waves him over. When approaches the Master, he starts to kneel, but the Master stops him.
“In 15 minutes, ask Master Jamal to meet me in my study Michael. And I'm impressed with your hard work, and your diligence Michael. Well done slave.”
“Thank you Sir. Master Jamal will be there Sir, I won't let you down Master.” He says, then looks at Tommy, smiles, and says, “Looking good stud muffin,” then bows his head at the Master and walks off. The Master walks to His study, enters it, and says, “Go kneel on the left side of my desk, facing the sofa Thomas. Stay there, no speaking, no moving. You're doing good tonight. I'm happy. Keep it up slave.”
“Yes Sir,” Tommy says meekly. He does as instructed. He's feeling weaker by the minute. His resistance is being stripped away. He seen boys kicked, slapped, backhanded for anything and everything. These people are pure psychopaths he thinks. Their cruel, evil, and some are just plain scary. And that woman scares him more than anything or anyone he's seen since this nightmare started.
About a minute after he's in position, the Master looks at him, and says, “Ohh I forgot about that leash, huh boy?”
He moves fast, covering the distance between them in 3 steps, leans down, picks up the leash end, look at Tommy. Smiles…
“Open your mouth Thomas, now.”
Tommy looks at him questionly not moving fast enough, so the Master reaches towards him, grabs his nose. Tommy instinctively opens his mouth, and the Master puts the loop end of the leash in Tommy's mouth, left to right, releases the boy's nose and pushes his bottom jaw up to close his mouth, the leash in the grip his of teeth.
“That means stay! Don't move, leave it in your mouth, stud muffin.” He smiles at Tommy, pats his head, goes and sits on the sofa. A minute later, two sets of double knocks on the door, then it opens and Andrew walks in.
“Slave Andrew, Sir.” Mr Hanson says, then turns and leaves. He didn't wait to be told thank you, or any such nonsense. He's an old marine gunny. He expected those under him to follow orders, and followed the orders of those above him. No appreciation required for doing your job, it's how solders do things. No time for feelings or praise. Besides, his yearly bonus check was praise enough.
Andrew approaches the Master, kneels, and waits. Fortunately, the wait is short.
“Andrew, I'm moving you to the farm,” the Master starts, as He looks the boy over.
Andrew is 23 years old. He's an orphan, never adopted, he aged out at 18. Given a small pintance in the form of check, he was showed the door with the things that were his, including a picture ID, social security card, and birth certificate. It had his mother's name, no father. His mother died shortly after his birth, overdose. His mother's family couldn't be bothered with her bastard child. A wealthy family, they decided to ignore the child and not to recognize him as a legitimate family member. He was told he could hire a lawyer if he wished, but he'd need money to fight them for whatever he could be awarded, such as being part of the family and any inheritance he'd receive as his mother's only child.
He had figured, fuck them! They didn't care, why should he. Besides, how'd he ever be able to afford a lawyer, much less one good enough to give him a standing chance of winning in court, plus, it'd be years before he ever got anything. So. He took his little pintance of a check, and two days later, met a guy. He quickly learned a few things about himself after that. One, he's gay, and two, he's a submissive cock loving whore. His new friend works for the Master. A week after meeting the man, Andrew was sent to his new Master's home, the man receiving twenty-five thousand dollars to sell the boy to the Master. Andrew gave the man the power to sell him in a bdsm cnc agreement. He was simply told, you signed it bitch. You agreed to become my property, and I decided to sell you. So shut the fuck up boy, and be happy your new Master is a decent man, you pathetic faggot!
Andrew settled into his new life pretty well. He enjoyed the sex, and he loved the Master and his fellow slaves. He was also the perfect whore. He could have made a fortune on the streets. He had a sixth sense about it, understood instantly that it wasn't about love, it was about providing a service for something in exchange.
“They've been needing a new slut, the old alpha was filling in while working the farm too. You won't be working the farm, but 6 days a week you'll be used. You'll have your own small room, a nice bed, bathroom, these are private rooms, your space. There's also a room for to host the workers. I know you're not much of a s&m boy, so you're in luck, these guys mostly just want to get sucked or fuck. Maybe some kissing. That's it. Just spread your legs and be a good whore boy.” He looked at Andrew, who had a look of..dreaminess in his eyes.
“I don't want to hear any arguing, crying, or complaining. You're going, decisions have been made slave.”
“Yes Sir, Master Sir. I'll make you proud Sir.” Andrew says in a stern voice, showing his determination to make the best of his new place. Inside he's giddy, anxious, and feels some trepidation, but he's an obedient boy. Only once has the Master ever had to correct him. Andrew learned fast. Being a bad boy wasn't worth the pain, Andrew wasn't much of a masochist, he didn't enjoy impact play. He sure as hell didn't like being caned, so he knows he's being sent to the farm. The choice is either go the easy way, or the hard way. He chose the easy way.
“You'll leave the morning after tomorrow. You're still going to the ball tomorrow night. It'll be a send off party too. Now, go back to the rec room and break the news to them. You're dismissed Andrew.”
“Yes Sir,” he says, stands up, turns to leave, then, looks back at his Master, “Sir?”
“Yes boy?”
He steps to the Master and leans down, hugs him, “Thank you Sir, for everything you've done for me. This is the only real home I've ever known Sir, and I'm…glad I signed that contract 5 years ago Sir. It was the best decision I ever made.”
The Master looks at him, smiles, “I've been pleased with my decision to purchase you, slave. Now go, I have other matters to attend.”
Just as Andrew approaches the door, there's a knock, and the door opens. Jonathan is there with three boys. Andrew quickly runs off to the rec room, to deliver the news and say his goodbyes. Jonathon brings the three boys into the study, shows them where to kneel, and they quickly do as instructed by the alpha boy. Witnessing his actions earlier with the prey boys instilled a new sense of respect for him in his fellow slaves. His newly acquired skills with quirt whip was eye opening to the boys, as is the fact it's prominently visible, tucked into the side of his jocks. Jonathan is enjoying his new sense of power. It shows in how he's conducting himself.
He three boys kneel, lower their heads as expected, and await to hear why they're here. One of them, Frank, is smart enough to start putting pieces together. He starting to realize who the three boys being sold are. He feels sick in his stomach. Ohh fuck! he thinks. The other two think they're getting a reward. Fat chance, they've all been slacking off, he knows it, they all do. Just a week ago, Jonathan was telling them all to “straighten the fuck up before the Master takes corrective measures.
As Frank is contemplating things, another knock at the door, Jonathan opens it, and Micheal escorts in Jamal, then turns to leave. Jonathan, knowing he's not needed for this, walks out the study following Micheal, relieved he's not going to be present for this.
Micheal turns to Jonathan, about to ask what's up, but he sees Jonathan's face, the look of a man in deep thought, and says, “You'll talk to me later I hope little master, maybe I'll give you a massage and help you relax.”
Jonathan smiles, and says, “I'd like that straight boy.” Micheal grins with his usual lopsided smile that made Jonathan's heart skip a beat.
“Go finish up your responsibilities straight boy. I'm headed downstairs to check on our friends. Big changes are happening.”
Micheal is about to ask for clarification, but Jonathan softly kisses his cheek, and says, “Later. We'll talk later.” And he walks off, leaving Micheal behind.
The Master greets Jamal, and they approach the boys. “These are the boys, Jamal. Three fine specimens of young fags that will make excellent additions to your business interests my friend.”
Yes, they are quite lovely creatures Keith.” Jamal replies as he looks at the boys.
“Eyes up slaves, look at me,” he demands. The boys look up at him. They're aware of this man, and know of his “business interests”, boy whores! In the most simplistic terms, Jamal is a wealthy Arab pimp. He sells boys and their services to men, rich, influential men that have private desires involving sex with beautiful young males. Jamal makes good money pimping boys out at his brothels. He excels at providing his clients with boys that meet their specific needs and fetishist.
He motions for the first boy to stand, Matthew. He looks the boy over, as the Master says,
“Matthew. He's exceptional at playing the subservient inferior white boy being properly kept in place by ‘superior’ men of color and ‘superior religious convictions’ that entitle them to use a boy like him.”
Jamal appraises the boy, then motions him to keel back down, and motions the second to stand up.
“Larry, as you can see, he definitely fills your unique need you expressly stated.”
That need is a boy that looks young. The younger he looks, the better. Larry is 20. His appearance does not match the expectations one has for a 20 y/o male. He's short, barely 5 foot tall, undefined muscles, he looks to be 14, maybe 15. Then there's his…penis, if it even deserves to be called that. It's small. Barely 2 inches when hard, thin, tiny, very small balls. Of course, he's smooth, but unlike the other slaves, he hasn't had to shave much yet. Naturally hairless. Before entering the life he's been forced to accept, he was a miserable straight guy. Girls laughed at him. In his school, word quickly spread about his little, child sized penis. He became known as “Pee Wee”, a nickname that humiliated him, as well as his siblings ND father. His mother babied him constantly, which just made things worst. Now, his appearance is the reason he's being sold. Sold to be a “child-like” whore to men that have fantasies involving sex with small boys. Even Jamal has some scruples, he'd never stoop so low to actually sell children for sex, at least, not in brothels. Therefore, Larry fills a nice niche, and he'll fetch a nice price.
“Yes, he'll do fine Keith. My clients will love this slave. He looks so young.” Larry blushes some as he's motioned to kneel again. And Jamal turns his attention to Frank, the last boy he's purchasing, and motions him to stand.
“Frank. He's your new dungeon toy boy Jamal. Frank is a masochistic pig. He loves being abused physically and mentally. It's all he knew as a child growing up, and he has learned to enjoy it sexually. He can't cum without being beaten on. And he can take quite a viscous assault in his holes, he's extremely compliant, well behaved, and is a natural born Submissive that has self-identified as a slave since he 9 years old. He came from a home with a very abusive parents, and an older brother that started raping him when he was 7. His parents apparently knew what his 9 year older brother was doing, and didn't attempt to stop it. They told the boy that he's too weak and powerless to do anything about it himself, and if he can't stop it himself then he deserves to be raped. It's all the boy has known. A life of rape and being abused. He sold himself to me when he was 17, about to graduate high-school. On the day he graduated, he burned his diploma in front of parents, gave the money to his older sister, told her to keep her new born son away from their brother, and walked away, never looking back.”
Jamal heard all this, while looking at this beautiful boy. He stands a little over 6 feet tall, slim, toned body. A golden, bronze skinned Adonis like boy, with curly hair, almost a living embodiment of Michelangelo's ‘David’. His soft, long- lashed brown eyes looked bright, intelligent, with a hint of sadness. Jamal felt his cock reacting to this boy's presence. Yes, he's such a lovely boy, Jamal thought. He motions to Frank that he should kneel.
He turns his attention to the Master, who hands him a contract, and a pen. One final detail to attend to. He signs it, takes his phone, deftly opens up his banking app, and a minute later, the Master gets a text indicating a payment of seven hundred, fifty thousand dollars, US currency, has been deposited. The sell having been finalized, the Master says,
“I'll have them put in the pen in your suite Jamal, however, I'd take it as a personal favor if they can join in tomorrow nights ball, allowing them to say their goodbyes.”
Of course Keith. They'll be there, they deserve a little consideration in this new life they've been sold into.” He turns his attention to the boys, each looking downward, and says,
“Eyes on me boy's, listen up. I am your owner now. I'll treat you well. Just do your duties, you'll have comfortable lives, lots of sex, some privileges too. As long as you behave, you'll be happy and cared for. Cause me to be forced to punish you, and you'll regret it. You boys haven't witnessed my kind of punishment slaves, trust me, you don't want that. We'll talk later slaves”
He shakes the Master's hand, thanks him for the service He provided.
“I'll return to your guests Keith. See you shortly, I expect.” And leaves the study with a bounce in step, very pleased with his purchases.
The Master looks at boy's, all of them looking at him, with some tears in their eyes.
“It's business boys. Nothing personal. Master Jamal is a man of his word, you boys won't suffer unduly. And I don't want to hear any crying or screaming. It's a completed deal.”
He walks to the door, opens it, gestures to Mr. Hanson, “Take these boys to Master Jamal's suite, lock thm in pen, then your done for the night.”
“Yes Sir. Goodnight Sir.” He says as he motions for the boys to come with him.
“No talking boys. Stay quiet. You hens can talk later after your upstairs.”
The boys just nod their heads, too upset over events to speak anyways.
The Master looks at Tommy, who's visibly shaken by he the events he just witnessed. 3 boys sold, sold without any concerns about their thoughts or wishes. Just simply told, see ya, wouldn't want to be ya! He was having a hard time processing things. Fear was crawling through-out his body and mind.
“Just so you understand Thomas, I sold those boys, not because I can, or for the money. Not that simple. I sold them because they were not fulfilling their duties hee properly. I allow my slaves some liberties, however, they best never slack off in their duties. They had to go. And they're lucky with the outcome. There worst places to be sent to as a slave. Trust me boy! Now, up, time to tell our guests Goodnight.”
He takes the leash from the boy's mouth, and says, “No speaking slave. Stay quiet.”
And he leads Tommy out.
Downstairs, the boys are floored with Andrew's news. They swarm around him, hugging him. Wishing him well as the boy slut for the farm slaves.
Billy, the ever go-lucky slut that he is, says, “Damn! You're lucky Andrew. Those are big, muscular guys, and you're going to be their faggot. Man, I'd be in cock heaven doing that!” He's smiling, envisioning himself being railed nightly by 12 guys that smell like hard-working men should smell.
“Then you ask to replies Billy! I don't wanna go there. I'm being banned by the Master dumbass!” he says loudly, just as Jonathan enters the rec room.
“Stop that shit now!” Jonathan says loudly. “I won't have you guys talking to each other in that manner.”
All the boys look at Jonathan, and see he's upset over things too.
“You brought this on yourself Andrew. You've been slacking in your duties, sneaking off down here when no one was paying attention. You almost costs us all some of our liberties here. The Master was considering locking this room up permanently because of you, Larry, Frank, and Matthew. You four have been fooling off and letting your duties slide. You all were fools! Thinking the man wouldn't notice. Who's the dumbass Andrew? You! And guess what? The other 3? Gone! Been sold to Master Jamal. They'll be leaving the night directly after the hunt. Them, the old alpha, the new slave Jamal will hunt, and we'll never see our three friends again. And it's their fault. No one else's. The Master could have found three boys anywhere for Jamal, but, he decided to make an example of you four. Yes, it feels like a punishment, but you're getting off lucky Andrew. So are the others, but remember, it's your fault!”
He looks at Andrew, then looks at the other boy's.
“I hope you all learned something here tonight. We're property of the Master, good times, bad times, doesn't matter. We are slaves and have one simple mandate, to please Him with our service. And that service includes cleaning His home as well as sucking His dick.”
He looks at the congress of slaves. He's more angry with himself over this. He should have pushed the 4 boys in question better. Tried harder to correct them. He's been doing his best, apparently it wasn't good enough. He failed the Master, he failed himself, and most importantly, he failed the boys. The Master had told him his primary concern is the well-being of His slaves. That it's responsibility to watch out for their mental health, and their happiness. He thought being their friend and showing kindness was what they needed. He's thinking now, maybe they need him to be more of an ass. But, that's what made things bad under the previous alpha. He is starting to feel like he's over his head and drowning.
