A Horn Dog's Fate

By

Randy MacAnus

© 2018-2023, All Rights Reserved By The Author

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Chapter 5

Charlie paced back and forth in his room waiting for The Boss's reply. The
sooner he could get out the better, but he was stuck until he heard from
The Boss. He certainly couldn't walk the fifteen miles to The Boss's
compound stark naked and collared. This was going to be dicey
under the best of circumstances!

Would The Boss keep his word? Would he get a van here in a timely
manner? What if Charlie got caught trying to escape? Would it be worse to
be caught by the estate's security, or by strangers, once he had left the
grounds? Would someone think to chain him to a wall before The Boss
replied? Charlie's adrenaline was pumping big time, thinking all this 
through. Then Charlie looked down. His 7 inch member was hard as steel!

Charlie knew what he was, and it sure as hell wasn't a submissive! He
thought about it, and decided, he was hard because of the risk he was
taking and the adrenaline he was pumping. 

Charlie's pulse was racing. He needed something to do with his time, until
The Boss replied to his email. He knew he was going to get fucked and
become a cocksucker, at least for The Boss, and probably for others. And
from what Charlie had heard, The Boss was really hung. He just hoped
he’d be able to take it all, and please the man. 

That triggered a thought. He had an 8 inch latex dildo that was
anatomically correct. He’d never done anything with it himself. He used it
to train the mouths of his bitches, who because of their age, and the fact so
many were straight, had never taken a dick. Charlie was only seven
inches, but he figured if they could handle the extra inch, they’d be able to
take care of him.

Charlie decided he better get some practice in before he had to service The
Boss. Even if he wound up stuck here, he’d be serving his father and the
servants, so the practice wouldn’t go to waste. 

When he started, he could feel his teeth scraping the dildo, and covered
his teeth better. Charlie had a real problem with deep throating at first, but
he knew the technique to use, and slowly began to master it. He finally
reached a point where he could handle all eight inches down his throat,
and believed he was doing a pretty good job on the head when it was in
his mouth. Satisfied, he removed the dildo from his mouth, and considered
whether to put it in his ass.

Just then, Charlie's laptop beeped. After he got his heart to stopped
thumping in his chest, he went straight to his desk, and called up the
email. It was from The Boss!


TO: CHARLIE
FROM: THE BOSS

SUBJECT: ESCAPE

Charlie,

You've made the best choice available to you. Get yourself out of there.
You need to go over the wall on the West side of the estate. We can't pick
you up on the street that borders the wall. There are traffic cameras on that
street.  The only way this works, is if there is no security or traffic video
of our van. Otherwise your father will find out what's happened, and
demand payment for you.

You will need to take the alley that runs due West, about mid-way along
that wall, for two blocks to get to Franklin Street—that’s the nearest street
without any video. If the van is not already there, hide in the foliage at the
corner of the alley and Franklin Street. 

I will have a black van pick you up. It's a Ford Transit, unmarked. The
side door will open, as soon as the street is clear of traffic and pedestrians.
Move into the van as fast as you can. Just so this is very clear, from the
moment you are in the van you are my slave. You will be restrained by my
people the instant the van door closes.

If you are being chased or followed, my people will deal with the
problem. If someone else gets you under their control, and my people
don't see a safe way of retrieving you, we will leave you in the hands of
whomever has you.

I have access to your home computer network. I have taken control of the
security cameras between the West side of the house, and the West wall of
the grounds. They now display a video loop. Security won’t see you leave.
When they check the IP address later, they will see you were the one who
shut down the cameras. 

I am running the loop remotely from your laptop, so you need to leave it 
on when you leave. Click the link below, and the DOD grade software
I’ve installed on your laptop will erase all your emails and personal files,
then overwrite them repeatedly. Your father will never be able to recover
the files.

The sooner you are over the wall, the better chance you have of making
this work.

Good Luck,

The Boss

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Charlie's ass would just have to wait for the real thing. He wiped the dildo
off and put it back in the nightstand drawer. He later wondered why he’d
bothered.

The little teen didn’t waste any more time. He clicked the link to erase all
of his personal files. Feeling comfortable that his father would not be able
to recover anything from the drive, Charlie climbed out his second floor
window, and slid down the drain pipe. It wasn’t the first time he’d done
that, but it was definitely the first time he’d done it stark naked, and
collared!

Charlie landed in the hedge row under the window, and ducked behind it.
He checked out the open ground. It was daytime, so the dogs weren’t out.
But he saw two of the gardeners about a hundred yards to his right. He
moved to his left, staying behind the hedge row, until he came to the
South end of the house. The gardeners were day workers, and were not in
on Jason’s plans. But they would certainly report his naked exit from the
property if they saw him!

Charlie peeked around the corner of the house. No one in sight. The
gardeners were further away now, and had their backs to him. He ran like
hell to a copse of trees, about halfway between the house and the wall,
crouching low as he went. The gardeners were busy and hadn’t noticed
him. As Charlie crouched, he noticed that his dick was still hard. What the
hell was up with that?! 

In that moment, Charlie realized that Jason had missed an opportunity. He
should have restrained Charlie’s wrists to the back of his collar. And he
should have added cock cages and short ankle chains, to the restraints in
those trunks. If his dick had been locked up, his hands were bound, and
his stride had been limited, he would have had to think long and hard
about whether to run. Charlie was actually disappointed in his father. 
He would have expected him to be smarter than that. He had clearly
underestimated his youngest son!

Charlie approached the wall and followed it to his right. That took him
back toward the gardeners, but it also took him toward his goal—a large
tree whose trunk was within four feet of the wall, and had a large branch
that hung over the wall. He climbed the tree, and hid in it’s branches, as
he scouted the road on the other side. The gardeners were slowly working 
toward him, but he couldn’t just jump down. There would be no way back
up, and if anyone was coming, he would be screwed. Probably literally.

He remained still and quiet in the tree, as the gardeners passed him,
mowing the lawn. Once they were past, he scanned the street for traffic
and pedestrians. A single car was coming, so he waited until it passed and
made a turn at the next block. Charlie’s heart was thudding in his chest as 
he dropped from the tree, onto the sidewalk below.

Collared, with wrist and ankle restraints locked to his naked body, and no
way back to the house, the boy had never felt so vulnerable in his life!
And his dick was still hard! 

Charlie raced across the street and headed up the alley, toward Franklin
Street. He wasn’t too worried about being spotted now, as this was a
wealthy neighborhood, and there were no open back yards. Every house
had a privacy fence or wall. But that also meant that if someone did see
him, there was no place to hide and he could easily be cornered. He tried
not to think about that, as he sprinted toward the first cross street, Grant
Street. He would have to cross Grant Street, and sprint another block, in
order to get to Franklin.

Charlie reached Grant Street without being seen, but crossing Grant would
be the most dangerous obstacle remaining. The street had car and
pedestrian traffic on a regular basis during the day, and there was only one
small group of bushes in which to hide.

Charlie peeked around the corner of a security wall to scope out Grant
street. There were a couple of cars, moving away from him, but no
pedestrians. He dove into the bushes, then peeked out to see if he had been
spotted. The two cars continued to move away. He waited for the longest
two minutes in his fourteen years, before deciding it was as safe as it was
going to get. 

Charlie sprinted across the street, never noticing the two teen boys sitting
in the parked car fifty feet from the alley. As he entered the alley on the
West side of Grant Street, the boys spotted him, looked at each other in
shock and surprise, then grinned. They bolted from the car and gave
chase.

The boys were the local bullies. Even wealthy neighborhoods have them. 
Butch was the 18 year old. Buck was the 16 year old. Buck had his
learners permit, and Butch was teaching him to drive. They had been
sitting in the car discussing the drive they’d just taken, when they spotted
the hot little naked teen, running into the alley in front of them. 

If Butch had been in the driver’s seat, he would have chased the boy down
with the car. But Buck was an inexperienced and very scary driver. Butch
couldn’t trust him at the wheel in this situation. Butch didn’t figure it
mattered. They would definitely catch the little fag. 

They were both six foot two, buff,  strong and fast. In fact they looked like
twins, now that Buck and filled out. Their dad had gotten rich in the last
year. He’d won the lottery. But he and his boys were born and bred racist
trailer trash—big, strong, and stupid. 

They were really good looking, had great bodies, black hair and blue 
eyes. But they had absolutely nothing else going for them. For Butch,
when the high school football season was over, his life was over. He didn’t
graduate, and he never would. He’d been expelled the day after football
season ended. The miracle was that Buck had not been expelled. Possibly
because he was a really good football player, and had a couple of years
left to play. Daddy had blown almost all the lottery money, so the two
boys figured to either end up in jail, or on welfare. 

For these two, sex had always been a power trip. And while they were
homophobes who saw themselves as totally straight, they loved raping
other boys. They had used several straight boys, since moving into the big
house on Grant Street. They had shot video of these boys being raped, and
cut out the parts that showed them resisting. They would show a boy the
video, and blackmail him into putting out whenever Butch and Buck (and 
sometimes Daddy) wanted.  

When they got bored with a boy and he was utterly broken, they would
send the video to his parents. They were cruel beyond measure and had 
rapidly become notorious in their new high school. It had only been ten
months since they moved into the big house on Grant Street. But that had
been long enough for their reputation to spread. Every teen in the area
avoided them like the plague.

Charlie had spotted Butch and Buck getting out of the car and knew
exactly who they were. As bad as he knew his life was going to be, it
was going to be a whole lot worse, if those two caught him!

Charlie picked up his speed. But the two boys were still gaining ground.
It was going to be a very near thing. 

“That van had better be there! There isn’t going to be any time to hang
out,” thought Charlie.

One thing about running this fast—the blacktop wasn’t burning his bare
feet so much. Charlie stopped looking back. It slowed him up, and he
couldn’t afford that.

Butch and Buck knew who they were chasing. The hot gay fourteen year
old had been on their to-do list almost since they’d started at the High
School. But getting to him had proved impossible. He was really popular
and they’d never caught him alone. Even if they had, they had not been
able to come up with a plan for blackmailing a gay top who was out, and
didn’t give a damn who knew. They just weren’t that bright.

But this was too good to pass up! They didn’t know why he was running 
down the alley naked, but they were determined to take advantage of the
opportunity. They would have no trouble hauling him back up the alley
and through the alley entrance to their house. 

They had set the basement up as a dungeon, with a cage and lots of
restraints. Their daddy sometimes used it for his whores. And their
daddy was not above using a cute teen boy, if he didn’t have to go out
and get him himself. This was going to be a real family affair!

Charlie was starting to panic. He was almost to Franklin Street, but didn’t 
see the van. And hiding in the bushes wasn’t going to cut it! Those two
rednecks were right on his heels!

It all happened so fast, that none of the three boys could take it all in at
once. The brothers grabbed Charlie by his shoulders. Charlie dropped to
one knee and they overran him slightly. As they turned back Charlie
punched the Butch in the balls and thrust his leg out into Buck’s knee.
They both went down briefly, but recovered fast.

Charlie got by them and made it to Franklin Street, just as the black van
pulled up. The side door flew open and Charlie dove in, as Butch and
Buck grabbed his ankles, pulling him back from the van. Two large black
men jumped out of the back, pulled out their tasers, and let the two boys
have it. As Butch and Buck writhed in pain on the ground, Charlie crawled
into the van. Another of the Boss’s men attached Charlie’s wrist restraints
to the back of his collar, and placed a one foot chain between his ankle
restraints. To Charlie’s embarrassment and wonder, his dick was still hard! 

The henchmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the two
big teens they had just tased. The driver didn’t have any doubts. He
grabbed two syringes filled with sedative from the glove box,  jumped out
of the van and administered them to the stunned boys.

“Throw them in the back, and let’s book!”

And the henchmen did just that. The driver knew they couldn’t leave them
behind. Sooner or later the story would get back to Jason, and he’d know
The Boss had Charlie. What they were going to do with them, he didn’t
know or care. That was up to The Boss. The sedative would keep them
out cold for eight hours. Plenty of time for decisions to be made. 

The henchmen weren’t taking any chances. They cuffed both boys hand
and foot, and gagged them. As they had one naked boy in the van already,
(but one they couldn't play with,) the henchmen figured what the heck?
They’d check out the other two. 

Knives came out and the cutting began until Butch and Buck were, you
should forgive the expression, Buck Naked. Their unexpected prey was
definitely hot! What exactly The Boss would decide to do with them, they
didn’t know. But they were willing to bet that sooner or later, these two
would be serving black cock!

When Charlie regained his composure, he told the henchmen the boys
were racist trailer trash, and their dad had won money in the lottery. The
henchmen amused themselves on the ride back speculating on all the
very satisfying things they could do with boys like that!

The henchmen knew they would never be allowed to use Charlie. The
Boss had a deal with the boy. The Boss would certainly fuck him, and the
boy could expect to be rented out to other men who would do the same.
But the boy was a top, and The Boss was getting him for free. In return
Charlie would not be available to The Boss’s security forces, and would
eventually be sold to a bottom. 

So the two hot jocks lying naked and unconscious on the floor of the van 
figured to be a very nice consolation prize! The three henchmen in the 
back spent the ride playing with the buff bodies of the two hot jocks. No
penetration, of course. Not until The Boss decided what to do with them.
But the henchmen had high hopes for those two. And the action allowed
Charlie to take his mind off his situation, and just enjoy the debasement
of those two assholes. He certainly wouldn’t mind it, if The Boss allowed
him to fuck these two!

The van arrived at The Boss’s compound without incident. They pulled
through the guarded gate, and stopped for vehicle inspection—and naked
boy inspection! The guards knew they would never have Charlie, but one
of the henchmen had texted The Boss about the two extra passengers, and
the word had quickly spread.

The guards copped major feels and were only sorry the two boys weren’t
awake to “enjoy” the experience. No one touched Charlie. Charlie was
unique. He was the first boy who had ever given himself to The Boss as a
slave. And the first to have an agreement protecting him to some degree,
as a result.

Charlie was a stunning beauty, just like his big brother Jack. But he was a
lot smarter, more aggressive, and naturally dominant. The power bottoms
would be paying big time to be used by him! Certainly The Boss would
fuck him. And there were tops out there that would pay big to dominate a
fourteen year old total top. But given The Boss’s deal with Charlie, the
consensus among the henchmen was that it would take massive money for
The Boss to rent him to a top.

The Boss was very satisfied with how things were going, because not only
were his plans to destroy Jason working out, he was making a substantial
profit from those plans. It was likely that Charlie would bring in the
highest price he had ever received for a boy slave—and he didn’t have
to pay a dime for him!

Charlie was brought into The Boss’s office, still naked, his wrists bound
to his collar and the one foot chain between his ankles. The Boss had the
chain removed so Charlie could spread his legs to shoulder width, but his
wrists were left restrained. And Charlie kept his elbows out to the side, as
he was originally instructed. 

There wasn’t much that impressed The Boss. But this boy was a truly
awesome sight! It was a good thing his men had picked up those other two
boys to distract them. Otherwise, they might not have been able to keep
their hands off Charlie!

Unlike Jack, Charlie was calm and in control of himself. He stood straight
and had no trouble maintaining eye contact with The Boss. And his
expression was dispassionate. This was clearly a total top. He knew he
was about to get fucked. He knew he was a slave, and would be for the
rest of his life. But he also knew what else he was. A dominant. He may
not have been happy about his situation, but it was clear he intended to
make the best of it. 

The Boss had to admire that. More importantly, the boy’s attitude and 
demeanor would be an important asset when selling his services as a
whore, and eventually selling the boy himself. And The Boss knew with
one look, that he wasn’t going to be in any rush to do that! Given his age,
he could keep the boy for a couple of years, and anything he lost on the
selling price he would make up five times over from whoring him out.
Plus, he was going to fuck the little top himself, on a very regular basis.
It would be interesting to see how Charlie handled that.

“Congratulations, boy. I heard a little about your adventure getting to the 
van. You did well. Kept your cool. And I will be keeping my word to you. 
When he gets here, you will be the first to fuck your brother Mike. And I
will whore you out primarily as a top. Any top who wants to use you is
going to have to pay through nose for the privilege.  And I will sell you to
a bottom, when the time comes. But that won’t be for awhile—maybe
years.” 

“I’m going to fuck you, of course—regularly. But my men will not be
allowed to use you. All of them have used Jack on multiple occasions, and
will be doing the same with Mike, when you’re done with him.  At some
point, I will own your father. I don’t know how long that will take, but if 
you are still here and you want him, I’ll be happy to let you fuck his brains
out. If you want him to know it’s you, I would really like that. By then it
won’t matter if he knows I own you. And don’t worry about clothes. You
won’t be wearing any while I own you. Depending on who your new
owner is, you might be naked for the rest of your life.”

The Boss got up from his desk and walked around to the stunning teen
beauty that had just become his property. Charlie willed himself to remain
relaxed, and unafraid. He was determined to gain this man’s respect. He
felt that could go a long way to making his life better. He would serve
him, of course. In fact he’d do his damnedest to please The Boss, and the
men who would rent him. But not out of desperation or fear. He saw that
as the behavior of bottom boys. Charlie felt it was critical that The Boss
never see him that way, even when he used him that way.

The Boss walked around his prey, studying him from every angle. He was
breathtaking. He would have to make sure the boy had the proper regimen
to keep his physique. In fact, as he was going to wind up with a bumper
crop of boy slaves, he decided to hire a personal trainer for all of them. 

Coming up from behind, The Boss put his hands on the boy’s shoulders.
Charlie didn’t even flinch. Excellent! His hands worked their way down
the boy’s back and sides, finally coming to that glorious ass. The Boss
spread Charlie’s butt cheeks and examined the virgin hole before him. He
slowly penetrated the sphincter with a wet finger. Charlie remained still,
and offered no resistance. 

The Boss smiled, and withdrew the finger. He stood, and slowly wrapped
his huge arms around the little stud. His hands teased the boy’s nipples.
The nipples hardened, but there was no other response from the boy.
Slowly The Boss ran his hands down the boy’s well defined Vee, then took
Charlie’s cock in his left hand, and his balls in his right. Much to The
Boss’s satisfaction, the dick began to harden and the slender teen’s
breathing quickened.  Not resisting, but responsive. Perfect.  

The Boss smiled and ran his big hands through the teen’s shaggy blonde
hair, then gave him a pat on the butt, before moving in front of Charlie.
Charlie’s dick remained hard. Clearly the boy was in the 7 inch range. The
bottoms were going to faint when they saw this kid!

“Charlie, you may have noticed Jack had no body hair at all. I insist on
that with all my whores and slaves. Walk over and stand under that shower
head, with the drain in the floor. I’m about to permanently remove all your
body hair. I’ll leave the hair on your head and your eyebrows.”

Charlie hadn’t expected this. He’d noticed Jack’s body was hairless, and
liked that. But it had not occurred to him that it was permanent, or that
they would do the same to a top. But it wasn’t like they were going to cut
his junk off. He decided it was really no big deal. Plus, it was clearly too
late to make a stand, or negotiate anything.

The Boss used the same creams he’d used on Jack. After fifteen minutes it
was all Charlie could do to stand still and remain quiet, because of the
intense burning sensation. But just when he thought he might start to
whimper, The Boss came over and turned on the shower head. Once all
the cream and hair were gone, The Boss began to rub in more cream.
Charlie tensed, but barely managed to hold still. He did not want another
round! But it quickly became clear that this was a different cream. It
immediately started to relieve the burning sensation. Charlie relaxed. The
Boss grinned behind his back.

The Boss walked Charlie back to the front of his desk, put mild pressure
on his shoulders, and watched his newest slave sink to his knees. The
naked fourteen year old had planned to go his entire life without
becoming a cocksucker. However, he had known this was inevitable
from the moment his father had made his announcement. But that
didn’t mean he liked the idea. 

It was in his best interest to do a good job. And he was determined to do 
so. But he had no enthusiasm for it, and had no intention of showing any.
Charlie was very worried that if he did show emotion, The Boss might
think he wasn’t a total top after all. And he didn’t dare think where that
would lead. But he also didn’t want to appear hesitant or resisting. 
Charlie felt he was walking a very fine line. 

With his wrists bound to his collar, he couldn’t open The Boss’s fly. He
chose to wait for orders, rather than use his teeth. He felt that would look
too enthusiastic. He also had never used his teeth like that, and wasn’t
confident he could do it at all, never mind do it well. If The Boss gave
him an order to use his teeth he would, of course. But to Charlie's relief,
The Boss stepped back and completely undressed. 

Charlie managed to keep a straight face, and did not show the awe he
was feeling. The Boss was magnificent! Built like a pro linebacker,
and packing a solid eight inches of man meat—already hard! And 
great looking!

Charlie would find out later that The Boss was six feet four inches tall
and 230 pounds of solid muscle. Big pecs, huge chest, narrow waist and
a solid six pack. Well, if was going to be a slave, at least he belonged to
a man he felt was worthy of owning him! (Unlike Jack, Charlie had no
problem with self-worth.)

The Boss slowly moved toward his naked, kneeling slave boy. Charlie
watched mesmerized, as that mammoth tube steak approached his full
virgin lips. The Boss was only an inch longer than Charlie, but quite a bit
thicker. Charlie was relieved he’d had the foresight to practice with the
dildo this morning. He did not want to scrape teeth on this monster, or
gag when it was shoved all the way into his throat.

As the cock touched his lips, Charlie opened wide. The Boss slowly slid it
in, as Charlie looked up and locked eyes with his owner. The Boss’s big
hands each grabbed a handful of Charlie’s golden blonde hair, and slowly
pulled the teen’s head down onto his cock. 

“Maintain eye contact at all times, boy.”

Charlie gave a slight nod, and complied, as he felt the huge rod slide into
his throat. So far, the little top had not scraped teeth, and his swallowing
around his first BBC was helping him to control his gag reflex. Charlie
didn’t want to speculate on how this would be going if he hadn’t practiced
on that dildo!

As his nose entered the big man’s pubes, Charlie felt a sense of relief, and
elation. He’d taken it all! But now the real work was beginning. Charlie
continued to swallow around the massive shaft down his throat, massaging
it for The Boss’s pleasure. He’d had the foresight to take a deep breath,
before his air was cut off. 

The Boss was impressed. He had not expected the twink to have any
skills. He decided not to make the boy pass out. He pulled his cock
head back into the boy’s mouth, to see how talented his tongue was. 

As soon as the head was in his mouth Charlie went to work. Charlie may
never have given a blow job before, but he knew what felt good. And
he’d trained more than a dozen boys in the art of pleasing him with their
mouths. His tongue action was excellent. His biggest problem was
keeping his teeth covered and dealing with the increasing discomfort
of keeping his mouth this open for this long. 

His second biggest problem was not being able to use his hands to
stabilize this beast. With his hands still restrained to the back of his slave
collar, and The Boss controlling the position of his head with handfuls
of his hair, he had to make adjustments as best he could. 

The Boss could feel the boy struggling a bit, and he knew why. And that
was fine with The Boss. He certainly didn’t want to make this easy for 
the teen. He might be a natural top, but he was still a slave, and it was
important that their agreement didn’t give the kid any sense of privilege.

The Boss was pleased to see his naked property continued to maintain 
eye contact. And he was clearly working as hard as he could to please. 
So far, Charlie seemed to have the right attitude, but without seeming
subservient.  It would be interesting to see if the boy would ultimately
identify as versatile, instead of total top. 

Either way would be fine, But The Boss decided to make sure the kid
came every time he was fucked. Unlike his other boy slaves, Charlie
would not be wearing a cage, so that shouldn’t be a problem. And he
wouldn’t punish him for orgasms. That kind of challenge for himself
should make the next couple of years more interesting. 

As The Boss neared orgasm, he began a serious throat fucking. Charlie
maintained eye contact and took it. His eyes showed no emotion at all. 
But he never looked away, and passively accepted his throat fucking. 
Good. 

The Boss pulled back into the young teen’s mouth and shot his load there,
so the boy could taste and swallow. His facial expression flickered with a
moment of anger and distaste, but he had the presence of mind to keep the
load in his mouth, and wait for instructions.

“Swallow, slave.”

And Charlie did, without hesitation. He certainly preferred to swallow,
rather than have it remain in his mouth for any length of time. And he 
was pleased that his dick had remained soft throughout. It was not a
turn-on for him, and he didn’t want it to look like it was. But secretly, 
he was very satisfied with the job he’d done. 

“Okay, Cocksucker. Get up on my desk, lie on your back, and keep your
legs open. Is that understood?”

For the first time The Boss had asked him a question. And Charlie steeled
himself to say the words that would make all of this real and permanent
for him.

“Yes, Master.”

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