Date: Sat, 25 May 2013 20:24:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Walk in the Park

A Walk in the Park
© 2013 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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get their start from things that happened in the past, to me or to someone
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	Every city has its central park – New York has Central Park,
Chicago has Grant Park, and Los Angeles has Griffith Park – the
difference in Los Angeles is that along with being a park in the middle of
the city it is also a city park in the middle of the mountains. Yes, for
those who don't know it comes as a bit of a surprise when they find that
right in the middle of one of the largest cities in the country there is a
rather prominent range of small mountains and at one end there is what may
well be the biggest city park in the world. Back when the land was deeded
over to the city there were a lot of people who didn't want the city to
accept the gift – they felt that the gift was only given to get out of
paying the taxes on the land. Truth be told that may well have had a lot to
do with it, but if that land were available today it would be worth enough
to settle a rather large part of the national debt. The important part of
all of this is that the park is there, it is where a lot of the local
people go when they want to get out of the city without having to actually
go out of the city.
	Personally I have been visiting the park ever since I moved to LA,
and over the years I had some very interesting adventures. If the park
hadn't been there I'm quite sure that I would have never come to know
Ralph.
	It was a Saturday shortly before noon when I parked up by the
observatory and headed off for a walk – the roads in the park had been
closed to vehicle traffic for most of the summer due to extreme fire danger
– but there wasn't any restrictions on pedestrian traffic and the views
of the city and valley areas were all rather spectacular from the park –
particularly when a bit of rain and wind had managed to get rid of the smog
for which LA is rather infamous.
	I had been walking for at least an hour when I decided that it was
time to sit down and take a break. There were a few large rocks back from
the road a little while and they provided some rather spectacular views so
I headed toward one that I rather enjoyed. It was a bit off the beaten
path, but that one of the things that appealed to me. I must have been
sitting there for about ten minutes when I heard a voice in the brush
behind me.
	"Hello."
	I looked around but didn't see anyone.
	"Over here, behind you."
	I turned around but still didn't see anything. I'd heard about
walkers being mugged in the park, but most of them had been at dusk or even
later after the mountain roads were officially closed.
	"Behind the bushes."
	The voice sounded young, male, and a bit scared.
	"I need some help."
	I climbed off the rock where I had been sitting and followed a
narrow path around behind the rock and between some rather dense bushes. At
first I didn't see anyone, then I saw the bush moving a bit more than the
light breeze would have managed.
	"What are you doing back there?" I asked. "Why don't you come out
here where I can see you?"
	"I, uh, I can't."
	"What do you mean 'you can't'?"
	"Please mister, if you come back here just a bit more you will see
what I mean."
	At that point I also decided to just leave – heading into the
bushes, even in the middle of the day, didn't sound like the best idea,
particularly when I couldn't see just who it was that was calling to
me. Still, I had always been a bit of a sucker for a sob story so I
followed the path, looking a bit more to see just how many people might be
back there, but following it nonetheless.
	When I got behind the bushes I saw that there was what almost
looked like a small cave, just deep enough that even from directly above
you would probably not see it, and sitting on a small log was a teenage boy
– stark naked – with tear trails across his dirty cheeks.
	"Mister, can you help me, please," he almost pleaded.
	"I can try," I replied. "Why are you sitting here like that?"
	"That's part of my problem," he said. Then he thrust out one of his
legs – there was a metal cuff locked on his ankle that was attached to a
piece of chain that led to piece of pipe that protruded from some
concrete. The piece of pipe was old and rusty but obviously was still much
stronger than the boy who was attached to it.
	"Where are your clothes?" asked.
	"Over there," he said pointing toward a small gym bag that was well
beyond the reach of the boy chained to the pipe as he was.
	"I'll get them for you, then I can go and find someone to help
release you. Who did this to you?"
	"No!" he said, almost in a panic, "If I'm dressed when he comes
back he'll beat me."
	"Who'll beat you? And why?"
	"My owner."
	"Your owner?" I asked.
	"Yes Sir, he's the one who left me here like this. I'm being
punished."
	"What did you do?"
	"It isn't what I did, it's what I didn't do. I didn't get all the
spots off the glass that I put on the table for my owner's dinner. After he
had eaten he brought me up here and left me like this. He said that I was
to offer to suck off anyone who found me and then ask them for twenty-five
cents – that that was all I was worth – and when he come back for me
if I don't have at least two dollars in quarters he will leave me up here
for another day. Only you're the first person has even come close enough
for me to try to get them to come over here."
	I shook my head. I knew all about the Master/Owner/slave scene –
I was into bondage myself somewhat – I even had some friends who kept a
slaveboy around – but I hadn't ever heard of someone doing what had been
done to this boy.
	"Please Sir, can I suck you off for a quarter?" he almost begged.
	That was an offer that I was going to have a very hard time passing
by, besides which I really wanted to know a bit more about him and how it
was that he had ended up in this position. I stepped over toward him.
	"If you're sure you want to," I said.
	He nodded.
	I pointed toward my crotch and said, "Then open it up."
	I hadn't really noticed that the boy had kept his hands behind him
all the time, were his hands tied too I wondered. Then he brought his hands
out and I saw his other problem. His hands were encased in leather mittens
that were then locked around his wrists. He might be able to pick something
up if he could capture it between his hands, but he had no use of his
fingers whatsoever.
	"Please Sir, I need help to do it."
	When I had opened my pants and allowed them to drop to the ground
the boy fell to his knees, and using a combination of his leather-covered
hands and his teeth managed to pull my briefs down far enough that my now
rapidly expanding cock able to spring up to full attention. Quickly he
captured the purple mushroom-shaped head of my member in his mouth,
clamping his lips around the gans and running his tongue around and around
the smooth skin that covered the area directly around the piss slit on my
now rigid circumcised tool. While the leather sheath that prevented him
from using his hands was rather stiff, it was still soft to the touch on
the outside and as he devoted his oral attention to my cock he lightly ran
his helpless hands up and down the insides of my thighs and did his best to
cup my swollen nuts.
	I attempted to look down toward his crotch to see how his body was
responding to the fleshy post that was invading his oral cavity, it was
only then that I realized that he had a rather large gold ring that
penetrated the head of his cock and then doubled back until it also
penetrated the shaft right above the base. His cock was still almost
totally soft yet it did seem to be straining against the ring. In the groin
area that would have been covered with pubic hair if he had any there was a
tattoo that said 'SLAVE' in bright red letters. My visible examination of
his body was interrupted as I felt my own balls churning, ready to pour
their load of cream into the sucking mouth of this lovely young man. It had
been some time since I had last reacted so quickly to simple blow-job, yet
it was, I was about to shoot.
	"I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" I shouted as I painted the back of his throat
with my hot juices. I felt him sucking, drawing everything I had into his
suctioning mouth and then sucking to try to get more. Blast after blast
flowed from my fountain to his sucking mouth and he hadn't missed a single
drop.
	Finally my nuts were empty and while he was continuing to work his
tongue around and around the fleshy invader it was starting to lose its
rigidity and then it withdrew from the moist hole that had been holding it
prisoner.
	"Thank you, Sir," he said as he knelt back on his heels, "you taste
fantastic."
	I smiled. "But what about you, you didn't even get hard."
	"No Sir. If I start to get erect the pain from the ring through my
cock causes enough pain that I automatically return to a soft state."
	"Then how do you cum?"
	"I don't. I'm a slave, my pleasure is in knowing that I have
provided pleasure to my Owner."
	"Surely you must have done something before that ring was put into
you."
	"No Sir. I've been a slave all my life and my first Owner put me in
a chastity device so that I have never even been allowed to jack off."
	"You've been a slave all your life?" I asked.
	"Yes Sir. My mother was a slave, she was always pregnant, as soon
as she gave birth her owner would get her pregnant again as soon as he
could. I was told that I was her eighteenth child, only I don't remember
her at all, I was sold for the first time when I was about three."
	I shook my head – this sounded more like a bad sex story on the
Internet than something that had actually happened. "What's your name I
finally managed to ask."
	"I'm Ralph, that is because I was the eighteenth child."
	"Okay Ralph, and I'm Vinnie." I took hold of his right hand, but
with the leather cover on it there was certainly no way that he was going
to shake hands, that was sure. I looked at the leather mitten and the
leather belt that was fastened tightly around his wrist keep it in
place. There was a lock with one of those round, pick-proof keyholes that
made it so that without the key there was no way it was going to be
removed. Then I looked at the cuff that was around his ankle and saw that
it too had that same kind of a lock. Whoever it was who this boy called his
owner he wasn't going to make it easy to just release him, that was also
for sure.
	I went over to the gym bag he said contained his clothes hoping
that there might be a set of keys that would allow me to release him, only
the only things in the bag were a pair of rubber sandals and a real large
t-shirt that when he wore it would hide the fact that he was completely
naked underneath.
	"Does he just sneak up on you while you are with a guy?" I asked.
	"No Sir. He will always whistle when he is close and if I'm alone I
will whistle back – if I'm with someone I don't whistle and he stays
away."
	"Then you've been left like this here before?"
	"Yes Sir. Several times. He liked this place because it was
somewhat remote and had something to lock me to."
	"Do you like living like this?"
	"I'm a slave, I don't have any say about it."
	"That isn't what I asked. What I want to know is if you like living
like this?"
	He stood there for a moment lost in thought then said, "It is the
only life I have ever known. I don't have any other home or family, I don't
even have a family name, I'm just Ralph. I can't run away without any
clothing even if I weren't always chained up somewhere, and the only thing
I know how to do is be a slave."
	"What will happen when you get a bit older?"
	"I don't know. My Owner had another slave who was a couple of years
older than me, but then one morning he was gone."
	"Do you know what happened to him?"
	"No Sir, he was just gone. When I said about him I was told that
there wasn't anyone by that name here."
	"What do you think happened to him?"
	"I don't know Sir. There was another Owner who came around
sometimes just before Pat disappeared and after that he didn't come around
any more – maybe he bought him."
	I asked a few questions about this other boy and Ralph told me
enough about him that I was somewhat sure that he was the boy whose body
had suddenly appeared in the river bed a while ago. The newspaper had made
a major effort to find out who he was or who his family was only there
didn't seem to be any record of him anywhere. I asked Ralph if he ever saw
the newspaper or had heard about that boy.
	"I can't read, Sir," he replied.
	"Not at all?"
	"Well a little bit, but I've never gone to school. My Owners have
always said that since I was going to be a slave all my life there was no
reason to waste time and money trying to educate me."
	I didn't know just what I was going to do, but I felt that I had to
do something. This boy had already started to grow on me and I wasn't at
all happy about how things were happening for him. I pulled a handful of
change out of my pocket, picked out the quarters and then asked him where I
should put them since it was obvious that he wasn't going to be able to
hold on to them himself at the moment.
	He pointed to a small bottle that was on the ground off to one
side. When I started to put all the coins in the bottle he stopped me.
	"I only sucked you once, you only need to give me one quarter."
	"Yes, but you are worth far more than that," I replied and headed
back around behind the shelter to where no one would be able to see me if
they came up to where Ralph was.
	"When your Owner arrives don't tell him that I'm still here."
	He looked at my questioningly.
	"I'm not sure just what I'm going to do, but I want to see who he
is at the least."
	Ralph nodded and then sat back down in front of the shelter,
waiting for either his next trick or his Owner, whoever came first.

* * * * *

	I found a spot where I could settle down with some comfort and
still be able to both see and hear everything that happened up where Ralph
was while at the same time unless you were really looking for me you
wouldn't know that I was there.
	It was only about fifteen minutes later that I heard voices
approaching. I parted the bushes just a little bit and saw two boys, at
best only a couple of years older than Ralph, who seemed to know exactly
where they were going.
	"Hey, look at that, the twenty-five cent blow-job boy is here
today. Did Shirley do you last night?"
	The second boy laughed. "She's on the rag, again, and you know that
I have never been able to get her to suck me."
	"Yeah, I know how that is, Margie only did it once and it had to be
the worst blow-job I've ever had."
	"Girls just don't know what it takes to make a man happy. On the
other hand this kid is an expert."
	I silently nodded my head – he was right in that regard –
Ralph had given me one of the best blow-jobs I had ever experienced.
	The two boys stood there in the small clearing just out of Ralph's
reach. "What are you waiting for, cocksucker," one of them asked.
	"I'm sorry Sir, but I can't reach you over there, you have to come
a bit closer, please."
	"How about if I fuck you while you suck my friend off?" he asked,
"Will that still cost a quarter?"
	"You can't fuck me Sir, my Owner has locked a large plug inside
me."
	I hadn't even looked at his rectum. Since it was totally inside him
I figured that it must hurt some.
	The boys came forward and when Ralph dropped to his knees the one
standing in front of him opened his pants and began to slap his rather
large penis back and forth across the helpless boys face.
	Ralph opened his mouth and tried to capture the cock as it slapped
across his face until finally he managed to capture it and started to work
on it. The other boy held onto Ralph's head and pushed his head down on the
boy-tool until his lips were deep into the curly blown hair of the boys
pubic patch.
	Ralph worked on the boy's cock while the boys seemed to be getting
a rather big thrill out of being as rough as they could be. It didn't take
very long before the first boy had shot his wad deep into Ralph's mouth,
then very quickly the boys exchanged positions and the other boy stuck his
member into the inviting mouth.
	Again it wasn't going to take very long before the boy had shot his
wad, at which point he wiped his cock across Ralph's face and zipped up his
fly. The two boys started to walk away.
	"Hey, what about the quarters," he said.
	"I'm not sure it was worth that much this time," one of the boys
said.
	"Please Sir, my Owner will punish me if I don't get a quarter from
each of you."
	I had an urge to burst out of my hiding place and kick both of
their asses, only I didn't really want anyone to know I was there in case
this Owner guy just happened to show up right about now.
	One of the boys turned back. "Open wide," he said and when Ralph
opened his mouth the boy dropped two coins into his mouth. "Don't swallow
them now," he admonished Ralph as the two boys headed back out onto the
road.
	Ralph managed to spit the coins into the bottle where I had
previously put my contribution, and then once again he sat down. Fresh
tears were creating new tracks on his face, I wanted to come over and
console him only there wasn't a whole lot I could do as long as he was
still locked there – I could only wait and watch.
	Time passed slowly, there weren't any more visitors to Ralph's
little hiding place, but I did hear a could of others just on the other
side of the rocks, only each time there were as many female voices as there
were male ones and Ralph didn't do anything to call attention to his
plight.
	I had dozed off when I heard someone out on the road whistling –
a moment later I heard Ralph whistle back. I sat up, doing my best not to
cause any noise or rustling of the bushes. As I watched a short and thin
man, who wasn't wearing any shirt, with a skin color that was so black that
it was almost blue came into the clearing.
	"How many have you serviced, slave," he asked.
	Ralph picked up the bottle, "Here is what I have collected since
you left me, Master."
	He poured the quarters out into his hand – I hadn't really paid
any attention to how many I had given him – I had been going to go do my
laundry so I had quite a few quarters in my pocket.
	"It looks like I won't be having to feed you tonight – your
stomach must be full of cum."
	"Please Sir, let me come home now." he pleaded. "I won't ever let a
spotted glass be on the table, I promise."
	"This was supposed to be punishment, but seeing how many guys you
must have serviced I'm not sure if it was punishment or fun you had out
here."
	Ralph looked up at the guy with the same sort of sad puppy look
that he had first used on me. While the guy looked down on Ralph with a
rather evil grin I picked up a stick about the same size as a baseball bat
that I had located previously and crept around until I was only a couple of
yards behind the black man. This was the moment of truth, Ralph could see
me while the black guy's back was toward me – if Ralph said or did
anything the guy would have time to turn around and see what was happening
and at least duck out of the way as I started swinging the stick.
	Ralph didn't say or do anything and I managed to hit the guy right
in the back of his knee, exactly where I had wanted to hit him. With a
surprised gasp he fell down and I was immediately on top of him, pressing
the stick across his neck and forcing him to stay on the ground.
	"Who the fuck are you?" he shouted as I knelt on top of him, "and
what the fuck do you want?"
	"Who I am isn't important to you, but as for what I want, I want
you to release that boy right now."
	"Go to hell, he is mine, bought and paid for, if you want one go
out and buy one of your own." He struggled against my weight on his chest,
trying to throw me off him only I had about fifty pounds and a lot more
muscle than he did and when I started placing pressure on his neck he
decided that the only way to draw a breath was to get me to lighten up a
bit on his neck.
	"Haven't you heard, slavery is illegal. Now are you going to
release him?"
	"No!"
	"Perhaps you didn't hear me, I said release him," I said again,
only this time I moved just enough that while my knee was still across his
neck I could work one hand down inside his pants to his nuts which I
grasped tightly and started to squeeze.
	I'll give him credit, he didn't give up right away, but as I
increased the pressure on his nuts his eyes start to water and then finally
he let out a long and painful scream.
	"You had better hope that no one is nearby to hear the little-girl
noises you're making – at the moment this is just between you and I, but
someone else may end up bringing the authorities into this and then you're
going to have a lot of explaining to do, and I rather suspect that those
explanation aren't going to really do a whole lot of good."
	After a couple more squeezes he gave up. "You want the useless
little fuck you can have him. I was getting tired of him in any case."
	"Just like you grew tired of that boy they found in the river
channel a while ago? Were you tired of him too?"
	"I didn't have anything to do with that." His eyes grew wide.
	"Maybe you would like to explain that to the police too?"
	"I told you, you can have him."
	"Where are the keys?"
	"In my pocket, let me up and I get them out."
	"Do you think I'm stupid? Which pocket?"
	He started to work his hand into his back pocket.
	"The only thing that you had better be bringing out of that pocket
is the ring of keys," I warned him.
	When his hand came out with the keys a knife also slipped out of
his grasp and fell onto the ground.
	"Well, look at that, is this part of the keyring?" I asked as I
picked up what proved to be a switch-blade. I pushed the release button and
a long and very sharp knife appeared. I grabbed hold of his hair and
pressed the point of the knife blade against his neck. "Now let's see about
releasing the boy."
	I dragged him over to where Ralph was still sitting. "Open that
cuff around his ankle," I ordered handing him the keyring.
	He started to say something and then thought the better of it and
just opened the cuff from around the boys ankle.
	"Now lock the cuff around your own ankle."
	He didn't say anything but if looks could kill I would have been a
dead man.
	"Let's see how you like it being chained up here in the park." I
smiled a bit, "Only he was naked too, wasn't he?"
	I used the knife to slit the sides of the guys shorts and pulled
them away. The guy's cock had to be almost a foot long and as big around as
a silver dollar. "Has he fucked you with that thing?" I asked Ralph,
knowing that he must have but still curious.
	"Yes Sir, almost every day, Sir."
	I removed the mittens from Ralph's hands and then turned back to
his former Owner. "Let's make it official – it looks like this will fit
you just fine."
	He started to pull his hands away, but when I pricked the side of
his monster cock he gave up and stop resisting as I tightly locked the
leather-covered mittens on his hands.
	"How long were you chained up here last night?" I asked.
	"I guess it was about 8pm at the latest when he brought me up
here."
	I nodded and then I looked into the gym bag – under the t-shirt
there was a leather gag that included a rather large rubber dildo.
	"Well look at this," I said to Ralph. The naked boy started to more
his jaw around as if the gag had just been removed. Turning to the naked
black man I asked, "Have you ever tried that on yourself?"
	He just glared at me for a moment and then said, "There is no way
in hell you are going to put that thing in my mouth."
	"Brave words, but only words, now I will ask, 'Have you tried that
on yourself?'"
	When he didn't say anything I added, "I'll take that as a 'no' –
guess what – this is your lucky day – this is one more thing that you
are going to get to do for the first time."
	He clamped his mouth tightly shut when I started to press the huge
rubber dildo against his lips, only when I started pressing the point of
the knife against the base of his cock all of his resistance seemed to fade
away and, while it was indeed a rather tight fit, I did manage to get the
artificial penis seated into his mouth. Once I buckled it tightly behind
his head I stepped back to take a view of my handiwork.
	I looked over at Ralph and while he hadn't said anything I could
see that he was feeling pleasure in just watching.
	Tossed the t-shirt and rubber sandals that had been in the gym bag
over to Ralph and told him to get dressed. Then I took out a small padlock
that had been in the bag and used it to lock the mittens on the captive
man's hands together, leaving him as totally helpless as he had indeed left
Ralph. He was trying to say something but with that monster rubber dildo
tight in his mouth he wasn't able to actually 'say' anything. I gathered up
the remnants of the clothing I had cut off the now helpless man and placed
them in the gym bag. I motioned for Ralph to follow me and headed back out
of the clearing to the road.
	"Are you going to just leave him there like that?" Ralph asked.
	"Why not? Didn't he leave you that way?"
	"Y-yes, but I am his slave."
	"You were his slave. For that matter I guess now he is my slave,
and I have decided that he needs to be left like that for a while."
	Ralph followed me out to the road and then down to where I had
parked my car.
	"Your car doesn't have much of a trunk," Ralph said as I started to
unlock the car.
	"No it doesn't, but what difference does that make?"
	"My Owners have always made me ride in the trunk of a car so that
no one can see me."
	"Well this time you are going to ride in the front seat, just like
any other passenger," I said as I ushered him into the seat. After I had
buckled his seatbelt, I went around to the driver's side and climbed
in. When I looked over at Ralph I saw that his t-shirt had climbed enough
that it was obvious that he wasn't wearing any pants, with that in mind I
didn't put the top down, but just drove out of the park.
	Ralph kept looking around like he had never been here before. He
saw my watching him and smiled just a bit.
	"Where are we?" he finally asked.
	"You don't recognize it?" I replied with another question.
	"No Sir. Whenever I have been taken out of the dungeon it was dark
or I was blindfolded."
	"This is Los Angeles," I told him. "Do you know any of the places
where you have been kept?"
	"Not for sure, sometimes I would hear Masters talking about
somewhere, but I never knew if it was where we were or if it was just
talking about somewhere."
	"What about other slaves?"
	"Sometimes another slave would say that he had been enslaved
somewhere, but no one ever knew if it was where we were then."
	I took another look at Ralph – what had I gotten involved in
here? I'd heard over the years about an underground slave trade that
included the US but I had always sort of chalked it off to fantasy –
hell, this was the 21st century and this was Los Angeles, things like that
didn't happen here – did they?
	What was I going to do with a 14-year-old who didn't even have a
last name and had never gone to school or even appeared to exist as far as
the government was concerned? I couldn't just turn him over to something
like Children's Services – they would spend more time questioning me
about how I came to have him than worrying about his needs and if/when they
found that he was gay – enough said...
	It appeared that I had a son/slaveboy regardless of if I wanted one
or not – the good part was that he did seem to be able to give a really
fantastic blow-job.

To be continued?

If you would like to know more about what happens to Ralph let me know and
I'll what I can do. If you have any suggestions I'm open to them as
well. As always constructive criticism is appreciated and flames will be
ignored.


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