He stood at the window, looking out at the beautiful scenery of his personal little kingdom, thinking, what a beautiful day! His name is unimportant, he is simply addressed as Master by everyone. Well, almost everyone that is, some people had the right to address him by his first name, others used his sur name. Most used Master, or got punished. He owned BIB, Inc. A very profitable company, very profitable indeed seeing as how most of the income for BIB came from illicit revenue streams.
Technically, BIB produced clothing and items for fetish people. Recently, they even started on a line of furry and COS play suits. Their most popular items were for the fetish lovers in the BDSM community. Most of these people played in their home based “dungeons”, dressing up for bars and social groups that partake in their watered down bedroom games. Too bad, the Master was thinking, that those people didn't really understand how deep they could go into the world of BDSM. It can change a person's life, he thought, and knew from experience. The Master enjoyed changing people's lives, regardless if the people having their lives changed actually wanted it or not.
He smiled at that last thought. There was a group of peoples whose lives were about to change. In a few hours he'll go meet his “guest” being housed in one of the sublevels of his home. His home was a modest place. 10 bedrooms, 15 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, and other spaces. And of course, it had a dungeon. A beautiful dungeon located on sublevel 3. His little personal kingdom existed on an island off the coast of central America. He owned the island. It was the perfect place to hold the annual BIB Hunt and the festivities associated with it.
The BIB hunt was main money maker for BIB, Inc. Ten boys, being the prey, hunted by 10 masters, the predators. The hunt wasn't to kill the young men, that's a waste he believed. No, when a boy is captured by the hunter, he becomes the property of the man who captured him. The cost to participate in the hunt, a staggering 5 million in American dollars. These 10 boys are profitable slaves, he laughed at himself. He turns and heads towards one the elevators in his home, thinking, yes, nothing feels better than changing a person's life!
Quietly, almost unnoticed, a young man gets off his knees and follows the Master, his owner and Master, wearing a collar that's locked, and a very long black t-shirt, long enough to almost look like a dress. It coveres the slave's upper body and his ends just below his hips. The slave, Jonathan, was held in high esteem by his Master, therefore, he was granted the privilege of a shirt to cover himself. He acted as the Master's personal assistant. He held and carried a tablet and phone for his Master, and had power over the slaves to command them, and was the one the Master dependent on to keep his slaves in line.
Jonathan quickly moves to the elevator door first and hits the button, making sure the doors are open when his owner walks up to them, and follows the Him into it.
“Sublevel 2, Jonathan. Let's go see our “guest”, the Master says.
“Yes Sir”, Jonathan replies.
“Have you seen them yet Jonathan?”
“Yes Sir, I was present when they were delivered yesterday evening”
“And?”, the Master inquires.
“They're a beautiful batch of boys Sir. Your guest will be pleased. Also, two extra boys were included. Apparently, they came across the men procuring one of the boys. They took the other boys also. They're twins, Sir. And I know you'll want them for your own needs”
As the doors open to sublevel 2, the Master smiles, “Twins”, he says, “Very nice!” Are they with our prey?”
“No Sir”, I had them put into a different cell by themselves. “
The Master looks at Jonathan as the exit the elevator, “I'm pleased with your actions Jonathan, you did well”, he says as he pats Jonathan on his right butt cheek. Jonathan smiles and bows his head some, blushing, as he replies, “Thank you Master.”
They walk down a hallway, a harsh bright white light reflecting off of bright white walls, passing rooms with no doors that are empty for now. Soon they'll have slaves preparing the new boys for the hunt and festivities coming up. An important part that he would have Jonathan supervise and manage. His slave assistant will do the job correctly, he works hard to avoid being taken to sublevel 3 and being punished by his Master. He was an intelligent slave for sure.
The two individuals turn a corner and enter a large room, all block walls painted white, with several cells, much like jail cells, in it. On the wall at the back is the largest cell. Within this cell, behind steel bars, sat ten boys, naked, with an ankle cuff locked on their left ankles, and attached to a chain. The chains are attached to the wall, and their hands cuffed together. The boys looked frightened, disheveled, their eyes red and bloodshot from crying. Each one gagged with a simple ball gag, locked so it can't be removed. The Master appraised them for a few minutes, then turned his attention to a smaller cell on the opposite wall.
Two boys, twins, were in it. Also gagged, their appearance matching that of the other boys, but one has his arms around the other. That one glares at the Master as he tightens his arms around his brother. The Master notices the slightness of the boy’s movement and smiles, as he thinks to himself, he's the stronger of the two. He probably has been protecting his brother since they were little, carefree kids running around in diapers. I'll enjoy breaking his spirit soon enough.
The Master walks and takes a position in between the two cells and looks at another boy in a 3rd cage. This boy is naked, gagged, locked in chastity. He's standing, legs spread and locked to the wall, his arms stretched over his head and spread, also licked to the wall. His completely hairless except his eyebrows and head. He sees the Master and looks down, knowing soon his punishment will be doled out. He was scared also, he knew what was coming.
“Look at me Michael!”, the Master says sternly. The slave looks up at his Master,
“You have disappointed me Micheal, however, your punishment will have a dual purpose today. First, as expected, you'll receive an attitude correction for your mouth boy, and secondly, it'll educate our guest and our new acquisitions. I look forward to using you as an education tool slave!”, the Master says. He then turns his attention to the 12 new boys.
“I welcome you all to your new lives. As of now, all of you boys are property! Your old lives are gone. You no longer have any rights or freedom, you are now slaves. I expect you chattel to accept that…”, the Master is interrupted by one of the boys in the larger cell when he stands up and tries to scream at him, getting no where due to the gag. The Master unlocks the cell door by inputting a code on a pad at the door, walks into the cell and backhands the boy extremely hard, knocking him down, “Be quiet slave or I'll beat you until you're unconscious.”, then exits and relocks the cell. The boy lays there whimpering, the others are shaking now and crying.
“As I was saying, I expect you bots to accept your new lives. There's nothing you can do to change this new life you have been granted. You will do as you are told, or you will be punished. Today, you nee slaves are being honored by seeing a slave punished for his disobedience. Watch. Pay attention, and learn the consequences of your actions. Obedience can be rewarded, disobedience will be punished. You boys are lucky. In your new lives, decisions are extremely simple, do as you're told or be severely punished. And remember, a slave in pain is still expected to do it's duties!”
The boys are shaking as they listen to this man standing before them. The Master isn't an imposing man, he stands 5’10”, white man, shorts dark hair, brown eyes. Not very muscular looking. Yet, he's the man that has theml locked in a cage, chained to a wall. Funny how that can make a person feel weak and vulnerable. And they watch as another boy wearing a long black t- shirt walk to the Master and hands him a tablet at His signal, while he drops to his knees and looks down as he hands over the tablet. The Master taps on it, the continues speaking, “You boys will address me as Master always. You will do as my boy Jonathan here says. When he speaks, you can consider his words to be mine. Jonathan is the alpha slave in my house. Like you boys, he was taken as a slave, and he learned quickly that the rewards to be earned in submission by far outweigh the punishments of fighting against your new lives. Listen and learn from him,” the Master says as two large men enter the room. Both wearing black sacks, and black polo style shirts, they stand almost at attention, waiting for their employer to acknowledge them.
“These men here,” the Master says as He points at the men, “are part of my security. They can be identified by their clothes. You will do what they say and address them as Sir, ir you'll be punished. Slaves are simply dressed in jocks, with their bare asses exposed, no shoes, no shirts. Slaves address each other by their names. That's all I allow a slave to keep from their former lives, their name, to remind them constantly that for a short, pathetic period of their lives they had freedom.”
The Master looks at the boys in both cages smiling. Then looks to the men waiting, and points at the slave Michael in the other cage and says, “ String him up in the center between our new acquisitions. “ The guards nod and walk to the cell, unlock it, and start freeing the slave as he starts whimpering, knowing his Master is going cane him severely for his remarks last night.
