It's 7:30 in the morning of the day of the hunt. Things are being prepared. The Master had instructed Jonathan to have Billy in his room at 7:00. Billy was now in His bed, snuggling with Xander. He had given Xander a Valium the night before, after the evenings fun was over and done with.
Xander's ass was still red. It wasn't putting off a radiating heat any more, it still felt warm. It looked absolutely lovely, red cheeks against his milky white flesh. To the Master, it was a piece of artwork. He even took a picture with His phone.
The rest of the slaves were still sleeping in the rec room. They had the morning off, and were under strict orders to stay on their floor, or risk His ire. The Master and Jamal were downstairs with the prey boys. The prey boys are getting to witness the worst sight of their lives.
A crate, about 7 feet (213.4 cm) in height, 30 inches (76.2 cm) in width, and a depth of 28 inches (71.1 cm). Inside the crate was a framework of wooden boards and straps attached to them. The framework oddly made one think of a “stick figure”. It sent chills down their spines.
They then saw a few security men drag in a kicking, screaming, and crying guy they had seen the other night being abused. Stephen, the former house boy, was suddenly very scared, and was fighting against the men. The prey boys witnessed him having his balls zapped with a cattle prod, which Instantly dropped him onto the floor. He was doing his best to ball up, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, it wasn't that easy.
“Get the fuck up you worthless piece of shit,” one the men says, yelling at the boy. Two of the men grab the slave and lift him up, roughly throwing him into the crate. One the security guys grabbed the boy by the throat, choking him as he says, “Don't move faggot!”
The other guard securely straps his right wrist, then two more on his arm. This is followed by both legs, 3 straps each, and his left arm. Two more on his upper body, one across his chest, the second across his pelvis. one of them then puts an IV line into his left arm, hanging a bag of solution into the crate to keep the slave from dehydrating.
“There. All tucked in for your journey boy. Just one more thing,” he says laughing. It was just then that Jamal and the Master entered the cell room. The Master looked at the boys, then looked at the security men. He nodded at Jamal, who walked up to the old house alpha, smiles, and says, in a loud voice, “Slave. For your crimes against your former Master's home, I have decided you shall be gelded. I have also decided these new slaves, in order to educate them, shall witness the procedure of your banding, a slow and excruciatingly inhumane way to castrate an animal such as yourself. Even in your fall from grace, you serve a higher purpose, scum, be proud of how you're honoring your former, and your new master.”
The slave, formerly known as Stephen, the former alpha slave of this magnificent home, was starting his transition into the slave Scum, a ball-less whore for men with appetites of cruel sexual tastes. He screamed as a man approached him with a banding tool in hand, and a bright green, small, tight band about half an inch thick. The man is Mr. Kirk, the farm master. A short, fat, yet strong man that has spent his life farming, and working with animals. Castrating an animal is second nature to him.
He purposely exaggerates the process of placing the band on the banding tool as he speaks to the prey boys, “This, slaves, is a banding tool. This green rubber band looking thing is a castration band. It cuts off the blood flow to a male animal's testes, thus slowly causing them to die. Takes about 6 or 7 days for some animal's. For a human, about four days. Maybe 5. We aren't as resilient as other animals.” He smiles at his joke.
“Several days after the complete death of anything below the band, like your balls and the scrotum holding them, well, they just drop off, with the band. The castrated animal then goes about its life, forgetting the incident. Unfortunately, a human doesn't forget. He'll always remember his balls. We do this to slaves in order to keep them under control, or to punish them in an extreme fashion, such as this worthless animal is receiving. Punishment for its actions.”
The prey boys, once again, are being mentally fucked with, all in order to warp their thinking process, instill fear, and attack any hope they may have. Before this current horror show was put on for their behalf, they were roused from bed, fed a small breakfast of bland oatmeal, water, and a banana. Then shackled at the ankles, forced to kneel, wrist shackled behind their backs, with a posture collar wrapped tightly around the necks, holding their heads in a forward looking position. There are 3 security guards standing behind them.
The ten boys were unable to turn their heads. Of course they could have closed their eyes, however it's just hard to stop watching something before your eyes. They watched as Mr. Kirk stretched the hand wide, he looked at the crated slave, smiled, and said, “Probably going to hurt shithead, hope it does. And the pain will increase over the next few days. But! It will stop boy. When it starts hurting less, death of the testes is almost complete. Say goodbye to your balls slave!”
He then grabs the boy's scrotum, wrapping his fore finger and thumb around the top of the boy's testes and slowly pushes them into he widey spread band. He situates it, then slowly allows the band to tighten until he slips it off the post of the banding device. The band snaps shut, squeezing the boy's flesh in a painful grip that cuts off all blood flow and other bodily fluids. The process of death begins almost immediately as the tissues lose their oxygen supply.
The boy is in pain, his mind is going in a billion different directions of thoughts. They all end up at the same conclusion, my life is fucked! He started feeling his heart beat in his cock, like a countdown to the inevitable moment when his nuts fall off him.
A guard pushes some kind of fluid into his IV rig, then attaches the IV solution and starts the drip. He was given a small dose of Valium to just keep him off the edge. It wouldn't do anything for the pain, it will calm him down and keep him from struggling. Not too mention, for the next ninty minutes, as the prey boys are forced to watch as his balls start changing color and swell up some, the crated boy will fall into a fugue-like state, moaning and drooling from his gagged mouth. The prey boys filled with terror, their hope slowly dying, and a feeling of total powerlessness will weigh heavily on them. The Master and Jamal turn and walk away, however, Jamal took a moment to let his eyes linger on the blonde haired boy he's also taking home with him, making the boy feel cold, and shiver.
“Right before we start our fun with the prey boys, I'll have security close the crate and taken to your private jet. He'll be aboard when you arrive later this afternoon to fly home my friend. Thank you for taking him off my hands.”
“My pleasure Keith. This particular whore house is popular with very unsavory types of men that enjoy having the pleasure of being free to use a whore boy in ways that aren't very pleasurable to most, even the most masochistic boys don't always enjoy their clients there. He will suffer. I promise. And new slaves are always popular. He'll be working very long days.”
The Master nods at Jamal, happy with this outcome. They walk in silence, eventually arriving at the dinning room where the other guest are waiting. They rise as their host enters, except for Lady Ann, and greet the Master. He bids them good morning, everyone sits, and the slaves of the guest start serving breakfast. It's 8 am, and in 90 minutes, the hunt starts. By 11:30 am, the prey boys will no longer be the Master's problem. They'll be in the possession of their new Master's.
Around 8:30, some security men deliver breakfast downstairs to the house slaves. A simple breakfast today, sugary cereals, milk, coffee, and some pastries. They're off until one pm. Then they're expected to be downstairs getting the dinning room ready for a late lunch at 2:30 pm, where the Master and His guest dine one last time together before they all head home with their new slaves in tow. Ryan and his people must be in the kitchen at noon, no sooner. By noon, the hunt will concluded, by 5 pm, the house will be back to normal routine.
Around 8:30 am, in the Master's bed, Xander slowly stirs. He quickly realizes he's not being held by the Master, the arms holding him are smaller, smooth, and boyish looking. He turns and looks, sees a smiling Billy.
“What you doing here?” Xander asks.
“I was told to come up here and stay with you cutie,” Billy says, then kisses Xander. Xander responds, and the two boys kiss for a few minutes. Then Billy breaks it off.
“Much better mister. Much better.”
Xander giggles, and snuggles up tighter with Billy. Then moans.
“My ass hurts!” He says. “That man, he…”
“That man?” Billy says, and laughs.
“You know who I mean, he beat my ass too death last night! What the fuck!!” Xander has some tears running down his cheeks.
“Hey, hey, no cying boy-o,” Billy says, “He said to rub some more ointment on it. You'll be fine.”
“Tell that to my ass dude.”
Billy smiles, mutters something about “damn time you ask”, leans down, and says, “Xander's ass, you'll be okay!” He then kisses each cheek, and starts sticking his tongue into the boy's crack, seeking the hole. Xander moans. pushing his ass back as Billy finds the hole and massages his soft mounds.
Just as Billy and Xander are starting to get into the fun they were having, they hear some noises outside the door, along with it opening up. They jump, quickly separating. However, Mr. Franklin saw them moving apart, and laughs.
“Glad you fags are awake. Here's breakfast.” He smiles, then winks.
Billy, never one to let an opportunity escape, wiggles his butt at the man, saying, “Well we could use some company Sir.” Xander laughs, and decides to shake his ass too.
“I bet you could, you little sluts! No time right now. Besides, I have instructions for you two. Change the bed sheets, get cleaned up, and be ready to brought down stairs around 11. Master's orders. I have changes of clothing on the cart with your breakfast.”
He wheels in a cart, then walks out of the room, locking the door from the outside. This will keep the boys in the room.
“Look at you, whore boy!” Billy exclaims. “Wiggling your ass for Mr. Franklin.” He laughs. Xander blushes. The straight boy in him is saying something less flattering, something about sure, let's just fuck every guy we can. His newly awakened fagboy side thinks that's a great idea.
Mr. Franklin starts heading downstairs for the hunt. However, he needed to adjust himself. He really liked Billy, thought the boy was exceptionally cute, definitely a slutty boy, and was a great fuck. Damn that boy! Now I'm going to be hard all morning. I'll have to request to have that little faggot sent to my quarters later this week, he thinks, I need some good ass. He daydreams about fucking Billy while he's tired to his bed. Shortly, approaching 9 am, he walks into the cell room. The prey boys still on their knees, looking distraught and completely defeated. He turns his attention to the crate, and its contents.
Ahh, yes, I'd be like those poor worthless souls after witnessing this event. The slave known as Scum was drooling, and whimpering incoherently. Tears are running down his cheeks with his eyes rolled back in his head. He's unaware of his surroundings, he's feeling a dull, throbbing ache In his crotch. His balls are not happy. They're a deep purple now and swelling up.
Mr. Franklin walks up to the guard keeping an eye on the boy, and says, “Time to crate this bitch up and send him on his journey.”
“ ‘bout time,” says the other man, “Tired of this noisy punk ass bitch.”
Mr. Franklin laughs, as he grabs a screw gun and a handful of screws. The other guard grabs the top of the crate and asks, “Ready Chief?”
“Yea. Just one thing,” he replies. Then he looks at the former house boy, smiles, slapping his face to get his attention, and says to the hurting and scared 24 year old boy, “You know, I never really liked you, punk ass. You thought you were something special, always trying to throw your weight around. Like a young officer straight out OTC and reporting to his first command. You just never really understood shit, dumbass. Then, you went and hurt that sweet boy everyone loved. What a fuck up you are! You had everything a dumb fuck like you needed, and it wasn't enough. You never got it, did you, scum? You're nothing but a slave, asshole. You never mattered. You were never important.”
The former house alpha has a throbbing pain beating down his last defenses in his mind. Every heartbeat reverberated through his body, starting in his excruciating balls, and spreading to every part of his body. Even his eyes were throbbing. He looked at Mr. Franklin. He wanted to scream fuck you, but he could barely think beyond one thought, my balls…my balls…my balls.
“Well. I just wanted to say good bye faggot. I have had plenty of first times in my life, but I've never had the opportunity to be the last in anything. Usually, no ones wants to be last, eh?” He smiles.
“This a first for me. I'll be the last person to ever use your name, slave Stephen. I hope you enjoy never hearing that name again. Stephen is dying with your balls boy. You will emerge as Scum. So, good bye Stephen, you deserve this.” He concluded, then stepped back as the other security man places the cover over the boy. The boy formerly known as Stephen was in blackness except for some light from the air holes, and suddenly a deafening sound resonates through his body, the sound of screws being screwed into wood by a battery powered drill. As the blackness causes more despair to settle in, Stephen knew this was happening and that there was no hope of escape. He started sobbing in the blackness, all alone, ripped from everything he loved or cared about. He said a small prayer, asking the boy he caused the death of to forgive him.
At 9: 20 am, two guards were driving off with the with crated slave. The prey boys, still gagged, however now wearing cheap, flimsy shoes, pink shorts, nothing else. Each boy has a number, 1 through 10, painted on his chest and back. Their ankles are freed, and their arms are attached to each side of the posture collar. A few guards there, keeping an eye on the boys, when Mr. Franklin enters with two more men.
He looks at the group of boys, remembering a time when this would have bothered him. He spent several years in a military organization that protected people from this. However, after seeing how he and his fellow soldier buddies were unceremoniously pushed aside and treated like lepers, he decided it was a waste of his life to defend others when those others spitted on him. Therefore, when this job came around, it didn't take long for him to accept a simple truth. Some people just belong on their knees.
“Listen up slaves. The is it. Today, you'll each be claimed by your new Master. There's no fighting this boys. None of you are man enough to fight against this outcome. You each lost the battle the night you were taken, so suck it up buttercups. A little advice for you future sluts, be obedient! Don't be stupid. Your lives won't be that horrible, well, for most of you. It's just sex and being abused some. Trust me, it can be a lot worse, as you witnessed this morning.”
He looks at the boys and continues, “And we know about your plans to work together and try to get help. That's commendable guys, but definitely not original. We're not new to the world of turning boys into slaves. So we let you all dream and plan about escaping. However, there's no way out guys. Welcome to your new lives.”
He turns towards another guard, and says loudly, “Send out the first two prey boys, they're ready.” He then walks towards a door that leads to a way outside the house, via a freight elevator. He hears the guards rustling up two boys for the hunt.
Outside, on a nice patio area, with tables and umbrellas. There's a small gazebo, complete with a fully stocked bar. The Master's guest's slaves were seeing to the needs of the alphas. The air smelled of the ocean, just a few 100 yards from the house. Opposite of the Caribbean Sea, there's a small wooded area with trees. About 80 acre in size before one runs into wall, 10 feet high, all trees cleared away with a 8 feet distance so it can't be easily climbed. There's barb wire on top, more so to keep people out rather than in. That's a bigger concern of the Master and security.
All of the alphas are there, with a couple security men, each holding a long gun, a rifle, with scope, and loaded with a tranquilizer dart. A very mild tranquilizer that will just force the target to sit down, and be unable to really move or think clearly.
The first two boys are brought out. Mr. Franklin looks at the boys, and says, “OK. As you can see, you all aren't getting to run loose at the same time. We know what you guys were planning, not that your the first group that's tried to plan an escape. Now. Here's the deal boys,” he points at the woods, “ten miles that way is a town. Lots of people there. If you get there, you're free. You get to be the hero, and go home.”
There's the sound of people chuckling and laughing. The alphas enjoy this one last glimmer of hope. It makes the situation more sadistic for their fun and entertainment. The two boys have their hands freed and collars removed.
“Ok boys. Start running!” Mr. Franklin yells as the two guys holding the rifles step up, with two of the alphas. The boys look at each other, then start running. They sprint off to the wooded area, each hoping to make it the 10 miles. They scrambled through the under brush, following a trail already in the woods. There's even an old sign hanging on a tree pointing in the direction towards the town. The woods are thick with trees, there's even a small river flowing through it. It's man made. The boys are ecstatic when they don't hear any pursuit. They're starting to get excited and happy, when all of a sudden, both boys are shot in the ass by a dart.
Truth be told, the entire thing is rigged. There is two more security men in the woods, hiding in a blind. When the prey get within range, they're shot, they go down. They're quickly grabbed, and carried away. Then the next two, until all 10 boys have been “hunted”. The hunted boys are quickly crated, and prepared to be shipped, some actually being put on a freighter in a nearby port. Some are just taken aboard private planes.
It's 10:45 am, and the last two boys are brought out. One is Jamal's surfer boy. A lean, smooth, blonde boy. Jamal has plans to turn this boy into his new sex slave. Jamal has a fierce sex drive, and having the freedom to be extremely abusive when fucking a faggot makes him very happy and increases his sexual needs and drive. His current slave, the one he brought with him, is going to be sent to a compound where his personal mercenaries resided. He has about 125 men, all exmilitary types, and he keeps a few boys and girls there for their needs. Unfortunately, after about 5 years, those slaves will be burned out.
Jamal looks at his new boy and smiles in a way that would give Lucifer the chills. The boy is scared shit less. Both are actually. They haven't seen any other boy returned. And there's a crate there, along with that fat guy from earlier Sitting on the table next to him is the banding device. The other boy is the rapist.
Mr. Franklin begins his little speech about getting free and being a hero. He then says they the last two that have a chance. The others have been caught, he tells the boys, stating they're the last hope of them all. Dwayne, the surfer boy, was about to collapse. He's feeling weak, not to mention, he's a submissive boy at heart. His mind is telling him to avoid ruffling feathers and just accept things. The rapist, Jayson, thinks he can get away. He's not like these other weak-ass people. I'm a top dog, he thinks, I'll get out of this, I'll be the hero!
Mr. Franklin continues, “I'm going to free your wrist and necks, and remove your gags. Then, when I say go, run for those woods slaves!”
A couple minutes later, the two boys are freed, and Mr. Franklin simply says, “Go!” The two boys glance around and surfer boy is about to start moving when he's grab by his hair and thrown down to the ground. Startled, he looks up just in time to see the rapist start running. Except he isn't heading to the woods, he chose to run in the opposite direction, towards the beach. He gets about 15 yards before a dart slams into his left shoulder. A few seconds later, he stumbles, and collapses.
Dwayne is holding his head as he sees the other boy taken down. He looks at the group of men and the woman all sitting there, and he feels defeat settling in. Jamal senses this in the boy, so walks over to the boy, standing over him, he says, “You have two choices boy. You can make a run for it, and get shot like that fool, then get locked in a crate. Or…” and looks at boy and smiles warmly, “you can get on your knees before me and accept your new place in life. Then you can avoid being shot and tied up inside a box.”
The boy knows he's lost now. There's no chance of getting away. They probably have the entire thing rigged anyways, as he thinks back over the last few days. Then he sees the other boy unceremoniously dragged towards them and dropped next to the crate. Dwayne knew what was next. He didn't want to go through that. He's claustrophobic. He looks at Jamal, then slowly gets onto his knees, and looks down.
“You just made a smart choice boy, what's your name?” Jamal asks him. Jamal already knew his name. He received a complete dossier on the boy.
“Dwayne. My name is Dwayne,” he replies meekly.
Jamal looks at the blue-eyed boy, and feels his lust growing. “Look at me Dwayne,” he commands as he pulls a leather collar from his pocket.
Dwayne looks at the man, and is filled with fear as he realizes what is happening to him, I'm being enslaved for real…he thinks.
Jamal holds up the collar, “You're my property now Dwayne. You'll serve me or face my punishment. I'll call you Dee for now on, boy. The Free boy Dwayne no longer exists. You are now simply slave Dee.” he says as he puts the collar on the boy and attaches a leash.
“You will call me Master. I hope you won't cause me any issues, slave Dee.”
During Jamal's little talk with his new boy, Dwayne witnesses the rapist being strapped into his crate, and Dwayne sees the fat man put a band on his balls, and for the second time in the surfer’s life, he witnesses a human being castrated.
The boy, tears running down his face and shaking, looks at Jamal, and simply says, “I won't Master.”
Jamal smiles and rubs the boy's head, looking back towards the Master, and says, “You outdid yourself with this one my friend.”
Jamal sees the boy watching the other slave's ordeal, and says, “As long as you serve me well, you'll be allowed to keep your nuts slave boy.”
The time is now 11:05 am, the hunt is complete. All ten prey boys are now in the possession of their new masters. The Master has made a tidy profit today.
