The Master and Jamal, along with the entourage behind them, approach the grand hall. Jamal, taking a moment to tell his three new slaves to stand behind the wall at the doors, and await for his signal to enter. The doors are opened as they approah, the Master's slaves are in a line, standing not kneeling, a sight to behold, indeed. As He enters the hall, He looks at His property, for they all are just exactly that, His property. He owned them completely. Not just because He in some way got each one here then proceeded to take over their lives via their minds and hearts. That definitely is a big part of the reason, the bigger part is they had nothing. No money, clothes, passport, ID, nothing. They were, in fact, nonentities now. No identity in the real world. Either by choice, or by force, each boy was a forgotten individual at their original homes. No one was looking for them. No one cared about them. They all knew that.
However, the Master, He cares about them, and He loves them. He knows their personalities, their desires and kinks, He's even nursed some when the occasional virus made an appearance. So yes, as He walked past them, He looked at them, saw each and everyone as individuals, not just a group of biches like most other masters and mistresses. They're so beautiful dressed like this. He'll have to remember to thank His security man Johnson for the idea of the theme.
He and Jamal step to the center of the room, and He tells the prey boys, gesturing at His boys, “Gentlemen,” He smiles at calling the boys gentlemen while dressed as they are currently, “I present to you, your hosts for this evening, my house slaves. They're happy to have the pleasure and honor of providing an enjoyable evening of food, dance, and merriment, for your pleasure. I hope you have a great night.”
He then walks, towards His boys, “I expect you all to be gracious host. Don't molest them too roughly. They're plugged, no fingers.” He smiles. The boys smile back.
“Yes Sir,” they all say. Beautiful. Such good boys, He thinks.
Then Jamal gives a signal, and the three boys he purchased enter, he says, “Slaves, I present your former associates, they'll be joining you all tonight so they may say their farewells. May you all have a blessed evening.”
The Master looks at Xander, and His heart skipped a beat. He just looked… adorable. Standing next to his brother, one would think it'd be hard to tell two identical twins, dressed identically, apart, however, Xander's eyes gave him away. They had a mixture of longing and…frustration. Sexual frustration, yes, no doubt about that, but also, ahh yes, the clothes, the Master thinks to Himself. He walks over to him.
“Hello Xander. I must say, you look absolutely adorable in that outfit.” He says, “A cute femboy. I like it. It suites you.”
Xander's eyes widen at the word femboy. What the fuck, femboy! The straight boy in him screams.
“umm, thank you, Sir..I guess it's…um..ok. I…um…pink? Sir, really?” he finally gets out. Yes, pink guys, the straight boy says. Pink! Like we're a girl, or…femboy! What's a femboy??
“What's a femboy Sir?” he asks sheepishly.
“We'll talk later. You're going to come to my bed tonight. I need service, and seeing you just now, I decided you'll join me after the ball. Have fun tonight.” He looks at Xander, waiting for a reply.
Xander just blinks at the man. He's now giddy on the inside. Then Billy nudges him, he looks at Billy, and Billy jerks his head upwards towards the Master as he opens his eyes. Xander draws a blank, them, “ohhh,” and looks at the Master, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir. Um..sorry Sir.” and look down. The Master chuckles as He walks off. He saw a very small spot appear on his bikini bottoms. Just as He was about to exit the room, He turns and says, loudly, “And Alexander, be sure to come to my suite dressed as you are now.” He then walks out the door.
As soon as the Master and Jamal walk out, the doors close. One security man stays in front of them, sitting in chair. Mr. Johnson, a Samoan from Hawaii, large, muscular. He thought his idea worked out well. They boys looked cute, the prey boys looked like whores he thinks. Very appropriate.
Billy starts laughing and looks at Xander. “Pink?” He says trying to replicate Xander’s voice and tone. Xander blushes.
Billy hugs him, whispers in his ear, “You're so cute Xandie. He chose pink because we're gurls. That's with a U not an i.” Then he kisses the boy, taking a few seconds to really kiss him, then breaks it, and looks at him
“You, boy, need lessons! I hope Joshie kisses better!” He giggles. At this point, the boys are smiling and laughing.
Joey grabs Xander, takes him in his arms and immediately kisses him aggressively, pushing his tongue into Xander's mouth. Xander responds in kind, wraps his arms around Joey. He starts enjoying the kiss, then Joey breaks it off. He thinks for a minute.
“He just needs practice Billy.”
Billy smiles. He's already come up with a plan. He intends to have his fun tonight.
“We'll, let's get this party started gurls!” Micheal says, grabbing Jonathan, they walk over to where their “dates” are waiting, more like trembling in the fears in their heads. This must be it, some are thinking. They're gonna turn our skins into a wardrobe. One boy keeps visualizing the scene from ‘Silence Of the Lambs”, where the freaky guy keeps saying, “It rubs the lotion on its body”. Funny how the human mind can work.
Next thing the prey boys know, they're being dragged off by the Master's slaves. Taken to tables, seated in a chivalrous manner, the seats pulled out for them, being offered a spot to sit. The prey boys are just going along.
“This is so fucked up,” one mutters. Joey smiles.
“You don't know what fucked up means baby girl,” and laughs as he grabs the boy's ass, and pushes on the plug in him. This elicited a weak yelp, followed by a moan.
Some of the Master's slaves have dragged a few of the boys onto the dance floor, leading the way and dancing with the petrified pups. Billy, never one to pass up an opportunity for fun, has taken it upon himself to help Xander learn to kiss better. And, he has…10 cute guys with nothing better to do. He's dragging Xander to a particularly cute specimen of maleness. A tall, lean looking young man, with a look of astonishment etched on hi face.
“Hiya sailor, come here often?” He asks, then giggles.
“No…” the boy says weakly.
“Ahh don't be scared babe. It's your lucky day,” he then pulls Xander in front of him, “I mean, look at this cutie here. He needs practice in the art of kissing. Wanna help him learn?”
“I'm not gay!” The hapless boy says.
“Don't worry. He's not gay either. He's a straight boy like you. He's also just a fag like me. So. Be a sweetheart and kiss him,” Billy says, then leans down, and whispers, “Or I'll crush your nuts real good.”
Next thing you know, the boy is kissing Xander. He's actually pretty good at it. Apparently, he believed Billy's threat. Xander, still in a state of fog himself about things, kisses the boy back, and for a few minutes, they're both actually forgetting their surroundings. Then, Billy pulls them apart, and drags Xander to the next boy. By the end of the evening, almost every prey boy will have kissed Xander, and Billy, deciding Xander shouldn't have all the fun, has started kissing them too.
The two boys have fun giggling and comparing notes. The straight boy in Xander keeps saying, this is so gay! Come on man, ugh. The submissive boy just shushes the annoying straight part, saying, enjoy it tough boy!
Joshua and Tommy are in their own world. Dancing, kissing, laughing. Tommy hasn't felt this happy in ages. No worries, no looking over his shoulder. Just being able to let go, relax, and not feeling anxiety or threatened and endangered. He now knows, in his heart, that no one's going to stab him or worse, like removing his beloved jewels hanging between his legs.
“You know Joshie. I still don't quite get your kinky stuff, but, I have to admit baby boy, this isn't so bad.” Joshua wraps his arms tighter around Tommy, his head on his chest, he sighs softly.
“With you and Xander here, it's perfect big guy.” he purrs softly. Joshua is in heaven. He's a slave to a powerful, superior man, a man that can, and will, take whatever he wants, consequences be damned. For a submissive faggot, that's a wet dream come true. Then add being allowed to have, not only his twin brother, but his gorgeous boyfriend with him, and he's walking on air.
Tommy isn't as happy about the circumstances, however, he's smart enough to know this place is better than the streets on the best of days, and definitely is much better than the bad days, which far out numbered the good days. Especially since a good day on the streets is usually any day you get something fresh to eat without digging into a trash can. This current nightmare seems to have resolved itself in Tommy.
“Come on baby boy, that food smell goods, and I'm hungry. “ he says, taking Joshua by the hand and heads towards the buffet.
As the boys continue having their fun, several take the prey boys to the buffet, telling them to eat up, saying things like, “you'll need the energy”, “probably won't to get food like this ever again”, which Tommy reiterated by telling people about the bowl of feed he was fed last night. This caused Ryan to laugh uncontrollably. He knew exactly what was in it. He didn't have the heart to tell Tommy about some of the ingredients.
In another area of the Master's extensive estate, He and His guests are enjoying a nice feast of traditional Middle eastern dishes such as Maqluba, Zarab, and Mansaf, along fried breads, Humas and other foods. They're seated on the floor, on rugs, as if they're in a tent somewhere. To add to the festivities, Jamal is wearing his expensive, superbly tailored thob gown, belt, and bishit. He cut quite the picture of a bedouin prince, although he's actually just an extremely wealthy Arab from bedouin roots, making money selling things such as slaves to unsavory characters with terrifying intentions towards the people they're buying.
The food is amazingly wonderful, Jamal's slave has definitely out done himself. Perhaps the punishment from the previous night ensured such attention from him in his preparation of the meal. He scrutinized every single slave assisting him, carefully watching every move. He did not desire any more punishment. If this meal was not to perfect standards, he'd suffer in ways that would become mythical in years to come.
The slaves of the guest were also making sure they didn't cause anything to embarass their owners. Some might think things could not get worse, they'd be wrong. Lady Ann was very imaginative with her sadistic pleasure. Her husband and herself were not the worst ones present.
“Keith, we see you're adding to the resort. Must be doing excellent, yes?” a man named Jorge asks.
“We've been getting more requests for reservations, just not enough room. There's also the bondage convention coming up soon. It's getting very popular. Need more room for the guests that want to attend. Fourteen days of amateurs running around, spending millions collectively. A very profitable time for BIB.”
The guests have a nice quiet laugh at the word amateurs. They understood His meaning. These people were not amateurs, they were hard-core slavers, no safe words, no walking away after an evening of playtime. They considered such things as foolish, and wasteful of a sub’s true purpose. Subs and inferior people were fodder for these people, they strongly believed the strong, superior people in the world had every right to take and own those they viewed as weak and inferior. That includes half of the so-called doms that will attend the convention.
In the grand hall, the boys are taking turns dancing with their “dates”. This includes biting them on their necks and their nipples, also grabbing the boys balls playfully. The few gay boys in the group are wet. They're easy targets for the boys. A favorite of the slaves was playing with the butt plugs. Pulling on them, pushing them in, and teasing the boys about getting the “real thing” soon enough.
The security men were being vigilant. They were ready if one of the prey boys got his balls back, so to speak. So far, none had showed signs of any fight. There is one they're watching particularly hard. He's a serial rapist at 19. Wanted in two states in the US, he's raped little girls and boys as young as 8. A law enforcement officer that gives information to the Master for payment had mentioned the rapist in passing. The Master said He'd pay well to get a location on the boy. The officer, knowing the Master took some of the boys he's mentioned, quickly replied that it'd be his pleasure to see that particular piece of shit get what he deserved. A month later, the boy was caught, not by police, but by a group of professionals. The officer received a package, it contained twenty-five thousand in US currency, along with a note saying “that particular piece of shit is no longer an issue”. The officer took his wife and kids to Disney World, no thoughts about the piece of shit or his conscience bothering him. His youngest daughter is nine.
This particular piece of shit stood about 5’11”, brown eyes, sandy blonde hair, with a hard body. He was proud of his look. He worked out. He was even prouder of his 8 inch dick, and just wanted to share it with everyone, and felt he deserved to force anyone he wanted, to take it. It made him feel powerful, manly. Of course, people his age could fight back, so he targeted kids. The Master disliked child rapists. They deserved to live in hell, to know they're living in hell because they're pieces of shit that rape children. The Master is only too happy to make sure a boy like this gets what he deserves. He's the new slave of Lady Ann and Giovanni.
However, tonight, he's behaving. If he knew what was in store for him, he'd probably be doing anything to get away. The prey boys, having quietly discussed things, have agreed that they could get away when made to run like wild animals being hunted. They've put together enough information to conclude they have a chance, as a team, to make a break and get help. Little do they know they've been getting played all along.
Therefore, the prey boys are just “going with the flow” during the dance. They figure they can get through this and, in the end, someone will get away, thus returning with the cavalry. They'd be rescued, the bad people will go to jail, and they'll be heros for saving these other boys. As fantasies go, this one was nice pipe dream for sure. It gave the new slaves one last vestige of hope. It'll be crushed. They're slaves, period.
Three hours of dancing, being molested, having their balls squeezed, crushed, and slapped, has left these ten boys shaken to the core. Most of boys were homeless teens, growing up on the streets, some aging out of orphanages. None were able to mentally deal with this kind of craziness. It just etched into their defenses, stripped their hope further. They all just kept clinging to the plan. Soon it'll be over, each boy was saying to himself.
The time is ten pm. The Master's slaves are not giving the prey boys any rest, or a break. They only get to do this once a year. This time though, added a new way to freak out the soon to be hunted boys. Andrew already had a few tales of his new duty. His first day, 4 guys already plowed his ass. Two of them together. He was double penetrated, his eyes glossing over as he talked about two 8 inch cocks pounding his ass while they took turns gagging him with their fingers. They said it was going to be their pleasure turning him into the farm’s fuck toy.
“That's what they kept calling me. All four of them. Fuck toy. I loved it.” he looked at the prey boys being held there by the house boys, making them sit in their laps so they could rub them. Then he added, “You new guys are gonna love being fuck toys, I promise.”
The prey boys quickly said no way, well, 6 of them did. Three of them liked the idea of being a fuck toy. The rapist thought it'd be fun to fuck some of these toys. Fuck this cage hurts! He thinks to Himself.
Then there's the boys purchased by Jamal. He gave them some insight into there futures. He flatly said, “You boys are just whores now. I'll make lots of money off you whores, or I'll sell you to someone else. Either way, I'll make money. You have nothing to do but open your mouth and ass. That's it.”
Then the three boys told the group about Master Jamal pushing his slave for giving Tommy a bad look that angered their new Master, that he was telling the slave he’s no better than any other slave, that the boy's just a whore, nothing else. Tommy was shocked to hear that, saying if looks could kill, but to punish him, wow!
“He's a slave like us, he's not better than anyone.” Joshua says flatly.
The doors open, and the prey boys jump, almost scared and screaming as they react to the sudden intrusion. Then the Master and Jamal, with additional security enter. Jamal snaps his fingers, and his new slaves immediately get up, and quickly walk to him, kneeling down. He snaps a leash on each slave, looks at them, “I hope you whores enjoyed yourselves tonight with your former associates.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master,” they say in almost perfect unison.
Jamal turn to the Master, saying, “They're well trained my friend. I see no issues in their transition. I thank you for them.” he then turns to leave after the Master says, “My pleasure.”
“Andrew. Go with these men, they'll see to your getting back to the farm. I believe you're expected soon.”
“Yes Master,” Andrew answers as he swiftly joins to the men waiting for him. He kneels before his owner, “Thank you Sir for allowing me to attend the slave ball.” he says, then leaves with his escort.
“Michael, George, you two take new slaves downstairs, security will come along. Jonathan, take everyone else downstairs to the rec room. I'll be along shortly. No one changes.”
“Yes Master.” Jonathan replies, and the Master turns, walks away. He hears His orders being carried out.
The Master heads to his office. He needs to decompress. He’s tense. Some of His guests are too much sometimes, especially Ann. Her hatred of men is sociopathic at best, psychotic at worst. Some of the others are borderline too. Taking someone, turning them into a slave, He was good with that. Most of the boys really did end up living under better circumstances, sans freedom and liberty. Okay, lots of work also.
However, being so cruel to the extreme isn't necessary, He thought. Castratration is cruel for sure. Then deep hypnosis, twisting the boy's minds and taking away their humanity, absolutely wrong. He couldn't do that to any of His slaves. He can punish them pretty harshly, He could dress one down and make him regret his mistakes and beg for forgiveness without a single slap or hit. He also enjoys spanking a faggot’s ass. It was one of His better pleasures in life. He didn't desire to wreck them permanently. He's finally come to decision, yes, the right one at that.
A few minutes later, Micheal and George enter the rec room. No one's naked? Michael wonders.
“Why aren't y'all naked and getting busy? It's all set up!”
By all set up, he means there were a few more sofas and some beds placed in the rec room. The Master had his security guys add the furniture during the ball so the boys could have space for their night of sex.
“They're not getting busy because I said so Michael!” The Master's voice booms out, startling the boy, making him jump. He enters the rec room, looks around. He sees Xander, motions him to come to Him and kneel. Xander quickly compiles.
“I'm very pleased with the hard work, dedication, and devotion you slaves have given me throughout this year's hunt. You all have made me proud of each and everyone of you. You're all good boys and definitely have earned tonight's celebration. Enjoy!”
He then hands Micheal, the closes boy to him other than Xander, several joints for the slaves. A small reward for them. The boys loved getting rewards such as these.
He looks around, then says, “One more thing. Tomorrow is the last hunt ever. I'm not doing any more. Good night slaves.” He looks at Xander, “Come slave, I need some release.” And the walk off together.
