Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2019 15:41:27 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Foster Boy Part 10 (Young Friends) I wondered as we approached the airport whether I'd be able to escape or alert someone. But we ended up in a private terminal where I was loaded on to a private jet with a Russian bodyguard, and that was it, we were in the air and I was off to my new life. The bodyguard watched me closely as I strapped in. Eventually he walked over to me, "I hear gay boys are good at blow jobs" he said fiddling with his trousers. "I wouldn't know but if you try and make me then I'll bite your dick off, and tell your boss what you made me do". He looked furious but went back and sat down, he kept grabbing his crotch provocatively but I ignored him. I was savvy enough to suspect that if I'd been bought for a lot of money they wouldn't want me sullied sucking some lackey's dick. After a few hours we landed at a small terminal, I had no idea where we were asked from it being somewhere that looked European. I was escorted into a blacked out windowed car and then drove through streets with expensive shops and buildings. We were soon at a marina and I worked out from signage that we were in Monaco. We parked and I was escorted through amazing looking boats to what I guess I'd call a super yacht. It was massive, had many floors and entrances, like a floating mansion. I was taken through what I guessed what the service entrance by the bodyguard and was told to strip by someone who I guessed was the ship's doctor. The bodyguard stayed to watch me, smirking at me as I stripped off. "You black boys always have big dick" he said. I ignored him as the doctor took measurements, blood samples, I had to piss in a bottle which was humiliating. Finally it was all over and he allowed me to dress and I was taken to another room, a basic staff quarters. After a while a man came in it's the doctor. He looked a bit like a thug but I soon realised he was the boss. "Your tests and medical results are good. Looking at you and seeing your measurements I think you are a bargain. Tonight you sleep here. Tomorrow we set sail and I surprise my son with his present. He owns you now, you are to do exactly what he asks. If you refuse you'll be punished, repeated transgressions...well let's just say it's a big sea out there. Behave and while you won't go free for many years you will live a comfortable life with my son. When you have been here a while and can be trusted you'll be schooled in subjects so your education will improve. After tonight you'll be staying in my son's bedroom, I don't expect to see you much but at his discretion he may wish for you to use the pool together, eat together etc." With that I was left to my own devices and I fell asleep, nervous as hell, what was his son like, would he torture me? I know he'd almost certainly rape me. Fuck. Survival instinct kicked in though, play the long game. The next morning I was woken up and told to shower and wash myself, including having an enema which I had never had and don't recommend. After that I was escorted to my new room. My escort knocked on the door and said, "Vlad, your birthday present has finally arrived". (Vlad, how fucking cliche, did he look like the back end of a bus like his father I wondered). I heard a teenage boy say "send him in" in slightly accented English. I walked in, the door shut behind me, and I stood there in the white linen trousers and top I'd been provided with. Vlad was under the covers, he threw them back and I could see he was blond, blue eyed and I imagine took after his mother in looks as he was handsome unlike his father. He was showing off his morning wood, smaller than mine even though he was older, about 4 1/2 inches. "Finally, my new boyfriend! We're going to have such fun together!" He said smiling. He seemed nice enough but appearances could be deceiving, I knew I needed to get him onside. I started to strip off and he gasped when he saw me naked, "oh this is better than any porn, your dick looks so amazing." He said smiling at me, "get into bed with me" He said. An order or a request? I guess it didn't matter now, for me it was all an order, I guess he might think it wasn't. I climbed into bed and he kissed me on the lips, I could see he was nervous, so I took the initiative, "how do you want me to take care of this" I said touching his hard dick. "Suck it for me please" he begged and I did as I was told, it wasn't that clean to be honest but I did a good job for him, having him shooting soon. I was surprised after that he asked to suck me, and I was more than happy for him to do so. He did a pretty poor job but when he was done I told him he was amazing at it and he smiled. He was hard afterwards and I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he didn't need asking twice. I lubed him and my hole up and he shoved it in, pretty roughly to be honest. He grunted and groaned and clearly enjoyed it, cumming in me with a cry. Throughout the day he did me twice more, then after dinner he looked nervous, "I want to know what it's like to have your big black dick up me, will you show me? Be gentle" I lubed him up and I very carefully pushed in, he gasped but said it was ok. As gently as I could I slowly fucked him, having him squeaking and squealing, I finally came in him and we cuddled afterwards. I was conflicted, it was actually all fine today but at the same time I was his property, to be used as he wished. I asked how it was, "really good! I think I prefer fucking you though but it's nice to have your dick in me for a change" He did me one more time before bed and I fell asleep in his bed, listening to his gentle breathing. My new owner, my new lover, my future for probably many years. I guess it was better than a perverted African dictator or an afghani warlord but still, I'd rather be in bed at home. I thought back to Manchester, back to my night with Ben, that was real love, not the type that could be brought like Vlad had. I felt sorry for him though, he was a handsome boy, he didn't need to buy a lover but I guess his Dad thought money could buy everything......