Jonathan and Michael wake up at the same time as any other morning, for Jonathan at least. He got up around 6:15 am. Ryan’s assistant, Henry, and the morning kitchen staff are in the kitchen at 5:45. They start baking fresh breads immediately, then move on to breakfast. The slaves rise at 7:00 am. Breakfast is served at 7:40. Duty hours start at 8:15 every day.
The Master rises usually about 8:30 or 9. These past several days, He's been rising earlier. Not today. And He told Jonathan that the slaves could have a few extra hours sleep. They were up late, and have another late night coming up. The following morning, they stay downstairs all morning. Even breakfast will be delivered. That morning was the Annual BIB Hunt. Just masters, security, and the prey boys.
Today is a much anticipated day for His slaves. They get to have their ball tonight. A evening of frolicking, dancing, teasing cute boys dressed as their “dates” for the evening. Then, after the “ball”, they can get their rocks off by sucking and fucking each other until they're drained. These boys are a horny group. For a week, they've been getting crazy with lust whenever around the prey boys. Ten pretty boys, most of which are straight boys, meaning virgin meat. Of course, they're forbidden from engaging in any sexual intercourse, no receiving oral from them, no anal.
They may molest the boys though. Grabbing their asses, locked cocks, nipples, and kissing them is all acceptable. It actually serves a purpose. The important one, though, it gives the prey boys a taste of their future. They needed to resign themselves to the fact that they're nothing but sex toys now, at best, at worst, well, no one wants to think about that. So a little heavy petting was in order. Not that they haven't already experienced some in the past week, what with being shaved, bathed, touched in places they'd prefer not to be touched, especially by other boys. Then, they had their penises locked up in metal cages. The humiliation alone was enough to break the boys, almost. A really funny thing to watch was the prey boys realizing they now had to sit to piss. For most fags, that not an issue.
Ask any submissive boy if he sits to pee, if he's an honest boy, he'll simply blush and say yes. For a young straight boy, it's a level of degradation that digs into their psyche. Girls sit, men stand. Taking that small symbol of manhood away from young men, well, it has a tendency to cause them emotional stress. For a dom, it's purely sadistic pleasure. It really fucked with Xander, and Tommy, yet for Joshua, it was perfectly okay, even made him feel more inferior. That was awesome in his mind. He craved such things.
At 9:15 in the morning, Jonathan, with Billy assisting him, entered the Master's suit, carrying a breakfast fit for a king. The Master was awake, actually just having finished His shower. Tommy is kneeling on the floor. He's been there since he was told to kneel and wait, or else. That last part was enough to keep Tommy in place. Last night was still very fresh in his mind, and his throat still felt beat up, and the boy is extremely horny. He wants to see Joshua, he also has a desire to serve the Master again. Fuck! That man got into my head, now I can't stop thinking about it. Fuck me, he thinks.
“My apologies Sir!” Jonathan says upon seeing the Master entering His bedroom, freshly bathed.
“No need Jonathan, today of all days, we can allow for some allowances. Billy can stay, help me dress after I eat. He can clean up while I enjoy my breakfast, Take Thomas downstairs, feed him, he's famished I'm sure. He got to enjoy the gruel that Giovanni feeds their slaves,” He says laughing.
Tommy doesn't see the humor in this, the “gruel” was horrible. It smelled horrible, tasted beyond horrible. He could still taste it. It's a dish of oatmeal combined with scrapple, an Irish concoction similar to haggis, just less appealing to most. Add to it some bitter herbs, and urine, one creates a horribly nasty dish that definitely reminds a boy of better days.
Billy smiles at hearing he's staying with the Master. He's anticipating the best part of the Master's morning routine, sucking His beautiful manly cock and receiving the precious gift of His superior seed. Sadly though, he's going to be disappointed. This morning, the Master will skip the customary blow job.
“Yes Sir,” Jonathan replies, signaling Tommy to join him. They leave, and the Master looks at Billy, points to the bathroom, then goes to eat His breakfast. Billy quickly gets to work. He had an enjoyable evening entertaining one of the guest. The man was aggressively rough and demanding in his sexual desires. He even had his slave be serviced by Billy, so Billy enjoyed a spit roast, several loads of cum in both ends, not to mention, a particularly fun session of having his balls sadistically tortured to make him scream. Just his thing, he couldn't get enough of his balls being abused with total abandonment.
Jonathan and Tommy are making their way to other slaves, when Jonathan pulls him aside, and asks him, “You doing ok, Tommy?”
Tommy looks at him blankly for a minute, then says, meekly, “Yeah alpha, I'm okay.”
“You do know you're allowed to use my name Tommy. You're one of us dude. We all try to be there for each other.”
“I…I know,” he says, “It's just…I don't know what..:
“He can be rough Tommy, we've all been there. God! When I arrived, I came willingly you know…”
Tommy looks at him with…disbelief. How can some one choose this? He wonders.
Jonathan, recognizing the look, continues, “Some of us want this life Tommy. Anyway, I was scared to deep throat a cock. I just couldn't do it. I had visions of being choked to death. I mean, like, I could give a decent blow, no one complained, but I never could get myself to take one all the way. Once I got here, didn't take the Master long to figure out my issue. Man. Did He ever get me over it.” he laughs.
“What'd He do to get you over it?” He asks, almost scared to hear the answer.
“Put a dildo on a fucking machine, tied me in place, and had my throat fucked pretty hard for an entire afternoon. Then, for two days, the security men took turns face fucking me. A lot! I got over my fears, more importantly, I learned that He really has absolute control and power over me. By the end, I had no doubts that I'm His slave, that He can do whatever He wants. I have no choice.”
Tommy heard that, and some tears rolled down his cheeks as he admits, openly to another person, “Yea. I pretty much learned that last night myself. I'm His slave, I accept that. It's just, fuck Jonathan, I don't want to be a slave. Neither does Joshua or Xander!” he's crying again. Mentally, he's wrecked.
“Xander? He may not have chosen this, but he, like you, is accepting the situation. I think he's in love with Master, Tommy. And I hate to be the one that tells you this, but Joshua, he's happy here. He's been the Master's boy the minute he saw Michael get punished, Tommy. He's a slave boy at heart. This place is his dream life, and it's especially wonderful for him because he has his boyfriend here, you. He may love Master, even lust for Him, however, you're his rock, his security net. But remember this, if he were forced to choose between being a slave here, or living a normal life with you, he'd probably kick you to the curb.”
Tommy laughs, and nods his head in agreement, saying, “I believe you're right alpha. We've talked about things before. Damn, he'd beg me to spank him, spit on him, crush his balls, like…I just never realized how much he wanted things like this. And it's so new to me. I mean, I've seen the porn, it made Joshie go crazy.”
He stares off, dreamily, and adds, “After last night though, I can understand how you all feel about the Master…”
Jonathan smiles, “Yep. There it is, the ‘look’, you're definitely one of us now mister. You'll be fine. Trust me.” and he smiles a big smile and his eyes sparkle. Tommy felt warm inside. He was one of them, part of something, and he felt safe here. He trusts the boys, the alpha, and most importantly, he's learned to trust the Master, no, not the Master, our Master, my Master.
The two boys continue on, finally entering the rec room, where some of the boys are waiting for Jonathan. The brothers are there, and before Tommy even sees them, Joshua rushes up and jumps into his arms, yelling, “Tommy!”, and kisses him.
“Hi baby boy,” he says, “Miss me?”
“You know it big guy. You okay?” he asks sheepishly, not expecting the answer he gets.
“I am actually.” Tommy says, even surprising himself. But, it's true, he thinks. I'm okay.
Joshua is about to start asking questions. Lots of questions, and Tommy quickly says, “Later Joshie, we'll talk later. I promise.”
“Okay daddy,” he says with a big smile, then kisses him again. Tommy beams on the inside, yes! I'm still his daddy, he thinks.
Jonathan may have been correct about him being Joshua's rock, however, Joshua was Tommy's rock, his anchor in a crazy world. These past couple of years have been hard on all of them, and Joshua was always saying things would get better. He kept saying something good would happen and they'd be together for ever.
Then, something did happen. I guess it could be worse..he thinks, then feels a part of his brain bitch slap the part thinking right now. Dumbass! Guess? Guess it could have been worse? Like say, having our balls cut off worse? He laughs out loud.
“I'm glad we're here Joshie. Here, together,” he says to Joshua. Joshua just holds him, snuggling his face into Tommy chest, sighing. Then, “You need a shower big guy, I can smell cum on you.” And laughs. Tommy blushes, as Joshua leads him to the showers.
Xander witnessed the reunion, not hearing everything said. He could tell boys were in a good place. Joshua was happy. Tommy wasn't being stupid. That's good. He sees them head off to the showers, which catches his attention. Tommy didn't have to bathe Him? He wonders, feeling giddy. Does that mean? He's wondering, feeling anxiety leave hs body.
Then he remembers after breakfast, Jonathan and Billy headed up. The alpha returned pretty quickly with Tommy, but where's Billy? Damn! He'd with the Master. The Master likes Billy, He made that perfectly clear a few days ago. Damn! Why's my dick hurting?
“Damn!” he says a little too loud, just as Joey enters the room, looking at the boy.
“Faggot melt down Xander?” he asks, smiling.
“What? No. Melt down? Faggot? Nooo, I'm just…” he's blushing as he stumbles to come up with a reply.
“Look at your jocks Xander, you're leaking.” and laughs softly.
“Don't worry, we've all been there.” Xander blushes, trying to change the subject, “Where's Billy, alpha?”
Jonathan says, “Why are you asking Xander?”
Now Xander blushes more, and stammers a little, “I..um.. just asking, that's all.”
“He's cleaning right now, he'll be along soon.” He says, “And we shouldn't focus on what others are doing. Just pay attention to your duties and what you can do to help keep our Master happy. If we stop focusing on each other, we'll lose our privileges. Either, Master gets what He wants, got that?”
“Yes alpha,” Xander says, but inside he's feeling…anxious. He's not ready to admit it, but he has developed feelings for the Master. He's confused, and doesn't know who to talk to about it.
Billy is also confused. The Master flatly rejected His slave's attempts to service Him. He simply said it's unimportant right now, more important issues to attend to. Then said to help Him get dressed, then go find Jonathan and tell him to present himself for instructions. Billy quickly complies with the Man's orders, he knew better than to question Him, especially when He seemed in a bad mood. After all, He must be upset if He's turning down this golden throat, Billy thinks. So, two boys are feeling rejected by the Master.
Michael is downstairs, with some slaves and security guys. They have the prey boys with them. They're being locked and restrained in a specific way, down on all fours, legs in a spreader bar at the knees. Another bar attached at the boy's elbows. Then, the hands of each boy are attached to the ankles of the boy in front of him. This forces each boy's arms to stay flat on the floor, unable to move. A posture collar on each boys neck ensures his head is forced into a stressed position holding the head upwards.
They're also in a pattern that stresses their arms and legs because they are forced into a semicircle daisy chain. With a cushion on each back that has two sets of straps to hold it tightly, very tightly, to stay in place. Thus, in a few minutes, when the Master's guest join Him for some mimosas while they hold a lively chat about the upcoming hunt, and the process of “shipping” the hunt trophies to their new forever homes as new slaves.
Michael is enjoying this. He helped last year, he knows what is expected of him. He's having fun rubbing butts and saying things that are freaking the petrified boys. They're having serious mental break downs. Crying, well, trying to anyway. Each boy is being gagged. The Master doesn't want any loud, disrespectful noises from the new slaves. He wants them to hear the conversation. It's part of breaking down the boy's minds, of ripping out any hope they're clinging to inside.
Billy runs into the rec room, heads straight to Jonathan.
“Master wants you alpha. Better not keep Him waiting. He doesn't seem happy.” He looks around, searching for Tommy. He thinks Tommy did something. And damn it, he wants to know what happened. He feels as if he was robbed of something precious.
Truth be told, it is precious to these boys. They love receiving His cum. It is a very intimate and special moment for each of the slaves. The Master uses each one, there's no set schedule. He just decides who, when, and how as the mood hits him. Each slave was different in his body, activities they enjoy. They don't get jealous of each other, they know better. And each one is absolutely addicted to servicing the Master with his total body, mind, and devotion.
“Why you say that Billy? He seemed fine.” Jonathan says.
“He didn't want me to service Him Jonathan!” Billy says, “He never says no when I offer. Like, not my throat! No way!” He's almost feeling anxiety setting in.
“Tommy must have done something alpha. That's all that I can think of.” He stops talking, looking at Jonathan, expecting him to run off immediately.
Jonathan just laughs. He was getting tense for a minute. He knew the Master wasn't upset. He was in good mood. Tommy certainly hadn't done anything wrong. That was apparent.
“No Billy. It's ok. Tommy hasn't done anything wrong. Master would have brought that up immediately, and Tommy would have fresh marks the cane. No. Don't worry. Plus, Tommy had ‘the look’ this morning.” Jonathan says.
Then Xander jumps in, “He didn't let you suck him Billy?, he asks, a squeak in his voice. Billy, feeling relieved from Jonathan's reassurance, trusting him completely, looks at Xander, about to reply. And he sees a look of longing in boy's eyes, a dreaminess, and notices his jockys have a wet spot, and starts gigging. He runs to Xander, hugs him.
“Man.i thought I had it bad! You're so freaking wet for him boy-o,” Billy says laughing then kisses Xander's cheek.
Jonathan smiles, shakes his head. “Joey, you're in charge. No one goes upstairs. The slaves of the Master's guest will clean the second floor and their perspective Master's suite. So, you all have some down time. But we'll be busy soon enough setting up for the ball, I reckon.”
“Got it alpha,” Joey replies as Jonathan walks out. He bumps into Tommy and Joshua returning from the showers, holding hands and laughing.
They'll be okay now, he thinks. Tommy's submitting, Joshua's happy about it because he knows Tommy isn't going away. He smiles at them, they smile back. As he leaves the rec room, h hears Joshua, “You guys gotta hear this. Tell them Tommy.” Tommy blushes, and before he can say anything, both him and Joshua are grabbed by Billy.
“Yea! Tell us everything Tommy….”
A few minutes later, Jonathan knocks at the door to the Master's study then enters, kneels, and waits for his owner to acknowledge him. His eyes looking down, however he catches some views of the man that changed his life, irrevocably and yet, for the better. The Master may demand total submission from his boys, definitely saw each and everyone of them as a real slave, not like they could just pack up and leave. However, all his boy's lovd him. They'd do anything for Him, extreme punishment in His household was a rare thing. Even maintenance discipline only required a monthly schedule, if required at all. These boys were devoted, they were His completely. Each one was grateful for the life He gave them. They believed they had been blessed by Him. They are correct.
“Jonathan, take the boys downstairs into the grand hall, set up tables for tonight. There's decorations there to be hung. Tonight's menu is a luau style feast. Some pork roast, and other dishes. You'll all enjoy it. If not, too bad.” He looks at Jonathan, who simply says, “Yes Sir.”
He knows better than to add commentary. “I have also gotten different clothing this time. Some of the slaves will wear pink thongs,with a blouse, others will get blue shorts with a Hawaiian style shirt. There's written Instructions on how and who wears what. The prey boys will be dressed as luau girls, in a way. Mini grass-style skirts, and coconut tops. A nice, demeaning appearance that'll be particularly funny to see on them.”
Jonathan laughs lightly, “Yes Sir, it sounds funny.”
“Don't tell the boys, I want it to be a surprise. Micheal, with some assistance from the guests slaves, will dress them, after they're morning service of being chaise lounges. I'll be meeting with the Master's in a few minutes, after which they'll be going into the town for the afternoon. After the downstairs crew is finished, they can assist with setting up the hall. I and my guest will dine together again. Jamal's slave is preparing a traditional bedouin fest for celebrating important events. My slaves, after lunch, will remain on their floor unless working in the grand hall. Use the back stairs for it, if I see anyone where they shouldn't be, he'll suffer. Make sure the know that.”
“Any questions?”
“No Sir. Well, actually, one Sir. Some of boys are asking about the three sold slaves. Will we be allowed to say goodbye, Sir?”
“Yes. Master Jamal will allow them to attend tonight, it'll be last time they'll be seen around here. Be sure to give them a resounding farewell. They won't be downstairs tonight for the after party. That's it then, you're dismissed.”
Jonathan's rises and moves with a purpose. Again, he's pretty sure the Master isn't upset, He's just busy with several things taking place in His home, cognizant of every detail. Nothing happened here that escaped His notice.
Ten minutes later, the Master walks into one of the house's many lounging areas, He's greeted by the sight of His guests, comfortably seated on the backs of the prey boys. A lively conversation taking place. The men stand up, showing respect and gratitude for their host. He greets them, walks up to Lady Ann, takes her offered hand, kisses the back of it, then says, “Lady, gentlemen, I do hope you all appreciate this year's prey. I look forward to tomorrow's hunt. Payment is expected as soon as you catch your prize. Once caught and funds are received, the new slave will be crated and prepared for shipping.”
He sits on His own slave, restrained In front of the semicircle of prey boys and the people using them as seats. The group discusses the hunt, discusses their plans for each boy. Lady Ann, ever ready for an opportunity to squeeze hope, joy, and other happy thoughts out of a male's mind, reaches down. grabbing her “seat's” balls. She isn't kind in this, she grabs the boy's nuts and crushes them hard, letting her nails dig into them. The boy's muffled screams of pain and terror, states nonchalantly, “I still haven't decided if my new slave will be keeping certain body parts.” She laughs. The group of boys are beyond terror. None of them understand how this can be happening in today's world.
Of course, it's not helping them when seeing two boys serving drinks, naked, ball-less, as gone, not there. Their now useless penises pierced with large rings and studs. One of them has another ring through his belly button. A chain stretching the boy's penis up, connecting the two rings. After 18 months of being modified like this, it still caused discomfort in the slave. Especially when his Mistress, Lady Ann gave it attention in the form of viscous hits from various objects. Every day, things keep getting worse for these boys. For a few, they'll look back on this as a happy period after they're taken to their new lives and destinies.
Even the few naturally submissive fags in the group were realizing their fantasies and reality didn't exactly match like they always dreamed it would. Rarely does enforced enslavement offer anything but suffering and misery on a person's life. Especially when sold like a common commodity to people that absolutely have no empathy for them.
Several hours later, the boy's, all of them except Ryan and Luke, are dressed. Billy, Joshua, Alex, and Xander, to his dismay, are wearing pink boy thong bikini bottoms, and a pretty white blouse with pink sea shell patterns, open at the chest, tied up in a knot above their belly buttons. A Lei of pink and purple flowers around each neck, and a flower tucked into their hair above an ear, kept in place with small clamp. They boys dressed like this were ecstatic, and feeling pretty. For Billy, Joshua, and Alex, it is a perfect ensemble for a bottom slave boy. For Xander, it was humiliating. He might be coming around and accepting his new life, he still strongly believes he's a man, definitely not a real faggot like his brother. He's just…a faggot for one man. A strong, powerful man that made his tummy feel butterflies and his made his penis fight the cage. But damn it, I'm not gay or a girlie like them, the straight boy in him screams. The submissive boy inside him, that's been slowly becoming his dominant side, simply said, shut the fuck up straight boy, we like this! Look how cute we are. Funny thing is, the penis seems to agree with submissive side. When push comes to shove, it's best to be on the winning side, his penis believes. And it knows the straight boy isn't winning.
The rest of the slaves are wearing blue or green surfer trunks, and a beautiful men's style Hawaiian shirt, buttoned up, and a Lei of white and red flowers. Joshua thinks the Tommy looks magnificent. Michael, a victim of the Master's fun side, well, he's dressed like the boys wearing men's clothes, however, his color scheme is a mixture of pinks and baby blues. He's not sure what kind of message the Master is sending him. However, his shorts definitely make sure his ass is outlined and showed off. So, although he wasn't sure what this means to the Master, for him, it's an amazing look. He knows he has an amazing butt. Even before getting abducted and brought here, boys appreciated his ass, not that he would ever share it with one. Now, he'll gladly share it with any hot cock. His Lei had colors from both of the other two designs. In all honesty, the Master simply gave him an androgynous look. A mixture of male and female, because He saw that in Micheal. Micheal might think he's straight, but he's in love with two men, the Master and Jonathan. They both penetrated Micheal, while the others looked up o him as a leader, especially after these last few days and his hard work.
The grand hall is set up. Tables, chairs, buffet with tons of foods. Streamers hanging, luau music playing, a few of the guest's slaves are there as attendants. All run and overseen by misters Hanson and Franklin. And they open the doors as Jonathan and Michael lead the house slaves into the nights festivities. And they're greeted by a surprise, Andrew is there, dressed like Billy and the other femboy slaves.
They all line up, and wait for their guest to be presented to them by the Master Himself. He's downstairs with Jamal and other security men. The prey boys are very much entering a new level of “what the fuck now”. These poor souls are being dressed in a manner that completely rips out their self-identities as men. Grass style Hawaiian skirts, extremely low cut so their assesoff, no underwear of course. A belt added to their cages to keep them supported. A small, jeweled butt plug inserted into their holes to add some discomfort, soft “coconut shell” looking tops covering their thinking boy nipples. Make up was applied expertly by Luke, and another slave named George.
These boys were being turned into sexy luau whore boys for the Master's slaves to enjoy teasing and molesting for the evening. This serves a greater purpose. It eats into each boy's mind, mentally fogging up their thoughts, to keep them jumpy, and unable to think about trying to escape or get aggressive. Plus, the Master has a few things to say that'll help keep them online. Jamal is there with his new purchases.
These boys are dressed in tailor made thawbs. Traditional female bedouin gowns. Tailored to show off their physics, enhance their appeal sexually. Jamal is showing his new slaves that he's their true owner now, and he now has total control over them. Therefore, they are dressed according to his desires. His property, his decisions.
“Listen up slaves! And pay attention. You all are going to enjoy a relaxing evening at a ball. As you can surmise from your apparel, it's a luau theme. Lots of food, an frivolous fun with the house boy slaves that have been taking care of you boys. You will behave. You will not cause issues. There will be security there, and,” He points at George, “My muscle slave. He can be extremely convincing when necessary. Don't make him correct you. You will not enjoy it. Nor will you like my methods.”
The boys just numbly nod, scared to speak, even with the gags removed, they are realizing it's of no use to try to resist. Their being broken down slowly with each and every degrading humiliation forced on them. And this new clothing wasn't helping, and the make-up was just down right masculine destruction of a young man's ideals about himself.
The Master turned, and with His friend Jamal, leading his new slaves by leash, followed by 10 boys to scared to even cry, followed by Luke, George, and 2 more security guards. They headed up stairs to present them to the boys waiting their arrival.
