Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 06:28:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253 <rr2253@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Slave Boys and Me - Chapter 6

My Slave and Me - Chapter 6

As mentioned earlier, my main source of income was managing funds and
property for others. Most of the people were wealthy, actually much more
wealthy than me, and they sometimes invited me to parties or gatherings at
their homes.

For some gatherings, mostly those of other gay men, I would bring my slave
boys with me. It made me feel good to have now two such gorgeous studs
accompany me. We would get a sitter of Joshua and they would come along
usually naked. Sometimes I had them wear seductive looking clothes but the
hosts usually like to have them naked. Sometimes, everyone at the party
would be naked. The two young studs never seemed to worry about
accompanying me naked and took very good care of me at the parties. Once in
the while, I would let them be used to serve my hosts. One of my friends
asked if they could attend and be the waiters. I agreed and the guys came
wearing only waiter type bow ties. I was always careful that even if used
as part of the entertainment, they were never abused or treated harshly as
I had seen done with other slave boys.

At one party, the owners slave boys were made to suck off each guest as he
arrived. They were used as the toilets as well. A young man probably not
older than 15 was made to wander among the guests with a container of cold
beers attached to his balls. The poor kid could hardly walk and was anxious
for the guests to take the beers to lighten his load. When he dropped a bag
of the beers, the owner slapped him harshly and then had to wear a dildo
shoved up this ass in addition making it very difficult for him to do his
duties. They humiliated him by making him drop to his knees and sucking off
any guest that wanted to use him. I wanted to go and take him away with me
but my doctor friend, also a guest, cautioned me to stay out of
it. Besides, he had said, how many slave boys can you rescue. There will
always be more. With that, he summoned a beautiful Hispanic boy over and
promptly pissed in his mouth as the boy was marked with marker writings on
his back and chest that designated him as a "piss slave".

I allowed my slaves to be touched and groped a little but wouldn't allow
anyone to degrade them anymore than that. Jacob and Rick didn't seem to
mind it too much as they both had magnificent bodies,, were young and
attractive and certainly had the right cock and balls to make most men
swoon. The if in attendance, liked them too. I noticed that my boys seldom
got full erections when the men or women touched and fondled them.

At one party, I had to fend off numerous offers of big cash for them. One
couple was particularly taken by Jacob and offered to buy him from
me. Jacob stood at the "present" position while the women touched him all
over. I was not real happy although Jacob stood and took it. I decided that
I wanted to take him away with me from all this as he was certainly more
than my slave. I now considered him more of my main lover. I think he
appreciated being taken home but said nothing of the ordeal. He was happy
when we left and came home to offer me his body unconditionally. It was
truly wonderful having him suck me even in the car as we drove home.

I was invited to one party of a family I hardly knew. They were new clients
so I decided that I should attend. I asked Jacob and Rick if they wanted to
go but both decided to stay at home. As I didn't know the sexual preference
of the clients, I decided that bringing two naked slaves with me might seem
inappropriate so I left the boys at home Rick and Jacob played with Joshua
in the pool and said they would make dinner for when I returned.


I set off dressed casually, to the home which was in an expensive area on
the other side of town. When I arrived, I was surprised that there were
slave boys there who parked cars, served drinks and generally were the
butlers. A few slave girls also were present. Unlike some of the other
parties, there wasn't much sex with the slaves. There were many admiring
glances, lots of whispering about them and a few hands that explored them a
little but nothing more. I was introduced by the man who I didn't
know. What troubled me was that He always looked familiar to me but I
couldn't place who he was. I met his wife and family that consisted of two
teenage boys and a teenaged girl. They seemed a bit stuck up as many
wealthy teens are but I of course, said nothing. We had drinks and made
small talk until it was dinner time. As I had no companion with me, I was
seated at a table with mostly other single men and women. A gorgeous black
young man with a large ring in his penis, seated me. After a few moments of
looking at the beautiful waiters bodies, the teenage children of the host
came and sat down. The boys were each followed by a naked youth who were
obviously slaves. The one had an attractive girl about 16 and the other had
a younger boy about 12. The slaves followed the children held in place with
leashes around their necks and attached to collars. The slaves bowed and
said nothing but knelt down on the floor next to their teen master's
chairs. I saw no reason why they would bring their slaves but decided that
it was just another way to humiliate the slaves.

The teen daughter came in a few minutes later. She led her slave boy of
about 15 behind her attired in the same style as the others. Of course my
attention was focused on the slaves. All three had nice bodies. The one
about twelve was of course not as developed as the girl and the daughter's
slave . The daughter brought her slave also with a large ring through his
penis and sat next to me. The boy also knelt down next to her on the
floor. He was very beautiful. I also noticed he had small rings placed
through each of his nipples. I couldn't help but notice that he looked
unhappy. Apparently, he was not close enough to her and she pulled his
chain leash almost pulling him over. I heard him express an apology to her
but she just glared at him. Before he looked away from her to lower his
head in shame, he briefly glanced at me. I suspect that he didn't want to
offend me either. That is when I noticed that he too looked familiar. I
thought about it a second when it came to me. He was the boy I had seen at
the marketplace the day I selected Jacob. He had the same fine features,
and nice body. The only change was that he was now two years older and
showed some signs of physical maturity. His pubic hair had been removed but
his penis, even flaccid, was quite nice sized. His hair had been cut very
short in a buzz cut but I could still remember his blond hair and nice
eyes.

He quickly turned his gaze away from me as slaves were never supposed to
look at free people except when ordered to do so. The young black waiter
brought the salads and rolls. We all began to eat. Small talk resumed and I
spoke to the person on my one side and eventually spoke with the girl
also. She was the typical teenager of her time focusing the conversation to
be about her. She eventually mentioned the slave boy. I asked if she had
him long. Just about two years was her reply. She spoke somewhat negatively
about him. Of course, he said nothing but she talked about what a slacker
he was, how he didn't work fast enough for her and that she was kind of
tired of him. She said she wanted a real man. He was now too boyish for
her. I said that I thought he seemed fine and would probably please
her. She then revealed that she wanted one with a larger penis. She made
him stand to show me his penis. It looked pretty fine to me I had
replied. She pulled on it and slapped it around like a toy. I said she
shouldn't do that as she might injure it. She gave me one of those "oh,
please" type of looks. The poor boy did or said nothing but continued to be
subject of her ridicule. She told me she had made him wear a large butt
plug this evening to make him more uncomfortable as he had failed to please
her that afternoon. I asked what he had done wrong and she replied that she
usually made him eat her pussy but he had resisted as she was on her
period. I was amazed at how frank she was and actually a little surprised
as this was certainly not dinner time table talk as I knew it. She didn't
seem to care. She made him stand and bend over to reveal the large plug in
his anus. Her older brother told her to stop using "the faggot" that way at
dinner. She sulked a response that I didn't catch, but made him kneel down
beside her again.

Even though the boy had been exposed to this kind of behavior from her for
the past two years, I could tell he was embarrassed and probably hurt. She
went on to explain that her father had promised to get her a new and better
boy slave. She admitted that her boy was ok but she wanted a new
one. Apparently she had her eye on a Hispanic boy she had seen and now that
her friends were getting new slaves, she wanted one too.

The poor slave boy said nothing. The other two children finally told her to
stop complaining and the topic moved on to other subjects. I was still
bothered how she had dealt with the young man. As I recalled the day when I
watched as he was sold to her, she seemed so excited to get him. The poor
kid had been dealt a crummy hand as he had been sold simply to raise money
for his folks, I seemed to recall.

After the dinner was over, people got up to mingle. The young teens also
got up and their slaves followed suit and were led about like puppies. I
was surprised when the young girl got up and said she wanted to go talk
with a friend and didn't want to drag her "boy" with her. I remained at the
table and she asked if I would mind watching him. As I didn't know a lot of
people there, I had planned to stay at the table anyway and finish my
coffee.

She handed me his leash and ordered him to stay next to me until she
returned. He obediently said yes Miss to her and she pulled him closer to
my chair. He looked up at me and said nothing and then put his head back
down and knelt next to me. She told me if I got bored I could use him to
pleasure myself or as a toilet if I needed one. She was so nonchalant. She
hurried off to join some other teens that were also guests.

The poor boy simply knelt next to me. I was holding his leash but decided
that it appeared there was no reason to do so. Sitting alone at the table,
I looked him over. I enjoyed his developing muscles and sweet face. I
decided to ask some questions of him.

I asked his name. He replied that he no longer was allowed to use his real
name. They usually just called him faggot. He did say that his real name
had been Joey. He only gave direct answers to my questions as slaves were
conditioned to only reply when a Master asked them a question. I asked if
he was gay or straight. He said he had been a straight boy and never really
thought about being gay. Now however , after the harsh treatment he
received from mostly women, he wasn't so sure. I prodded him to answer more
questions. He seemed hesitant as I'm sure he feared that I would tell his
Masters. I explained that I had no intention of sharing anything he said. I
stroked his head as we chatted. He seemed comforted by this as I'm sure no
one ever treated him kindly. He was merely a toy which was about to get
tossed away.

He told me that although he always was with the girl he called Miss, he
really belonged to the family. As they didn't allow her to take him to
school, the mother sometimes fondled and abused him. The girl used him to
eat her pussy every night before she fell asleep. In addition, while she
was at school, he was made to do all her chores such as cleaning. When the
family was around, he was made to be the goalie for family soccer
games. Both male slave boys were used for this but more as something to
punch on or kick. The boys loved to make him stand in front of the goal
where they would kick the ball hoping to hit him in the head, stomach or
groin. As he couldn't move, if the other team scored, he was often kicked
or beaten. Of course they scored often. T(E boys friends ca-e over !nd
thEFAM%3 happ%ned almost daily. He also did yard and garden work, cutting
the grass with a push mower, digging and whatever they wanted done.

He explained that as he matured, the boys were resentful of his cock and
balls which developed bigger than theirs. They shaved off his crotch hair,
his underarm hair and leg hair and had the hair on his head cut to a
buzz.. I admired his body and good looks but didn't tell him that. The boys
also made him and the other younger boy, suck their cocks and get pissed
on. When the girl came home and he smelled like piss, they would blame him
for pissing on himself and then punished.him more.

The mother rarely beat him although she used a strap on dildo she had
purchased and kept hidden, to fuck him. The daughter was not allowed to
have intercourse, hence the ring placed through his cock head but she and
her friends liked to play and abuse him. They often forced him to bend over
for beatings which often struck his balls or fingered him or placed things
into his ass. If he became aroused, his cock was slapped and his balls
struck. He was rarely allowed to jerk off. Only the father allowed that
when he had him. He was allowed to jerk off after sucking the man's load.

As I looked at him, I noticed signs of bruises and some swelling . I asked
him what they planned to do with him. He had no idea but I imagined that he
would be "traded in" at the marketplace. I also asked if he knew where his
parents were. He didn't know and was not allowed any contact. He did say
that he was sold as the oldest child. He had had a younger brother and
sister but didn't know anymore about them. I wanted to cry thinking that
this poor kid had been sold to pay debts for his parents. I wondered if his
siblings had also suffered such a fate.

As the girl hadn't returned, I decided to go make conversation with the
father of the family who was my client. Not knowing what to do with the
boy, I told him to follow me and stay with me until she returned. He bent
down and kissed my shoes before he stood up and was ready to follow me.

We walked over toward the host. He immediately stuck out his hand to shake
mine and welcome me. We chatted briefly about several things of no
importance before he told another man who came up, how much money I had
made him in a real estate investment. The other man was quite impressed and
we exchanged business cards. The host when on praising me. The boy stood
behind us with his head down. Out of the blue, the host suddenly noticed
him with me holding his leash. He asked why I had him with me referring to
him only as the slave boy. I explained that his daughter and I were seated
at dinner together and that after dinner, she had asked me to keep him
while she mingled with friends. The father was obviously a little disgusted
with his daughter saying how could she dump her slave on a guest like
that. I immediately dismissed the situation as no bother. In fact, I told
him what a handsome boy he was. I never mentioned to him that I had seen
the boy sold to him in the marketplace. He explained that they had him for
awhile and now his daughter wanted a different more mature boy. Trying not
to reveal my interest, I asked what he was going to do. He told me that
they would probably trade him for a boy a bit older and that as his
daughter's birthday was coming up in just a few days, he thought he would
surprise her. He asked me if I had any slaves and I said I did. I didn't
want to go into details about Jacob and Joshua nor tell him I had gotten
Rick also.

Talking about him like some kind of merchandise, he said that this slave
might make a good additional slave for me. He told me quietly but in a
boastful manner, that this kid gave him great head when he had time to use
him. "For a kid, he's got a nice tight little ass to," he said. "I'll tell
you what, if you want him, he's yours as you got me so much profit on the
real estate. Why don't you take him outside and let him suck you
off. Probably could use a little relief by now!" he said elbowing me to
indicate the old idea if you know what I mean. The boy stood motionless
hearing, I'm sure, the entire conversation but having no reaction.  I told
the dad that I wasn't sure and that he was only a boy. The host responded
by saying that some of the boys, if taught young enough, were the best
little cocksuckers around. He added they don't bitch too much once you pop
their cherry. He told me to take him out back and have him suck me off or
to use him like a toilet. He said he had done both and the kid had a pretty
good tongue and mouth on him.

I tried to conceal that the conversation was making me horny and the boy
was pretty good looking for a youth of his age. I agreed to take him out
back. The host added that most of the waiters he had rented were out there
too. Now that dinner was over, he had put them out back for anyone who
wanted to fuck or use any way they wished.

I thanked the host for his generousity and led the boy out a patio door. He
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lwed saying nothing. When we got outside, I looked at him and asked where
to go. He pointed toward a small grove of trees about 100 feet behind the
house. When we got there, other attendees could be seen in the shadows
along with several of the waiters who were either on their knees sucking
someone or bent over getting fucked. I noticed a handsome youth who was
bent over as a man played with his ass. Cum was dripping out of the youth
so I knew he had been fucked several times.

When we got to a clear spot, the boy dropped to his knees in front of
me. "Sir", he said, "Do you wish for me to be your toilet or shall I suck
on you?" I looked at his innocent face, not yet ready to shave, and told
him he was simply to stand next to me. He stood up puzzled and gazed over
the group watching the fucking going on. I noticed the young 10 or 12 year
old boy who belonged to the younger brother, was getting fucked by a
teenage boy. The friends of the teen stood around chanting fuck him fuck
him. The poor boy was crying and moaning as the big penises raped his young
ass. My youth, Joey, simply observed and said nothing. I could see his face
looked pained however at the ordeal his fellow slave was suffering.

He finally spoke up and said that this was where the slaves were sent to do
all their pissing and shitting. I noticed a young man stooped over
relieving himself into a swere grate. 'Is there no toilet for you to use?"
I questioned.

He said not for the help. Sometimes paper was supplied but usually
not. They were expected to clean one another with a hose laying nearby. He
said it so nonchalantly that I assumed he was not used to be degraded and
only could dream a distant memory of using a real toilet before he was
sold.

We watched awhile, the boy saying nothing but he eventually dropped to his
knees. I saw that his cock was getting bigger. I pulled him closer and he
looked up to me for permission. I nodded and he opened my pants and removed
my cock. "Do you wish to piss on me first?" he asked. I said no and he
began to take my cock in his mouth and suck. It was sweet sucking, not as
skilled as Jacob but good nevertheless. After only a few minutes, I decided
I couldn't do it here and pulled my cock from his mouth.

"Master, was I not good enough to please you?" he asked.

I told him no, he was great but I didn't want him to do anymore right now.

He stood up and I pulled him close and kissed him. He seemed puzzled but
the joy of a loving kiss was obvious. I led him back to the house where I
saw my host. I thanked him for the evening and especially the gift,
pointing to Joey. He smiled and simply said to enjoy. I knew he would be
buying a new boy for his daughter the next day.

I led Joey to my car. He stopped and stood by the trunk. I looked at him
questioningly and he seemed to say "this is where I usually am put. I
walked over and guided him to the passenger door. This time he looked
questioningly but climbed in when I opened the door. He looked over toward
me and smiled for the first time. I knew he was happy to be leaving. I
asked if there was anything he wanted to get before we left and he replied
quietly that he owned nothing so there was nothing to get.

We drove home. I glanced over toward him several times. He sat quietly
never asking for the radio or anything else. I assume he imagined he was
off to be either sold or brutalized just in a different location.

As we drove, I wondered to myself. What the fuck was I doing taking still
another boy home?? What was I going to do with him now that he was mine?


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