A Horn Dog's Fate Chapter 7

A Horn Dog's Fate

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 7

The Boss made a quick stop in the basement, to check on Jack. He was pleased to see the boy had already recovered from his weekend of intense use. Jack had no idea, of course that he had been used by his father, brothers, and his brothers' friends. That weekend completed The Boss' contract with Jason, and he was now free to sell Jack.

The Boss: "Slave, you will spend the next four weeks being used by potential buyers. I'm going to hold a private auction for you next month, and the potential buyers need to sample the merchandise. You will be sold to the highest bidder. All the bidders are very rich men from third world countries. If the buyer wants body modifications, we will do them here before you are shipped out. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Master. What body modifications might they want?"

"The Asian would want you to have breasts, but keep your junk. If he wins you, he will use you in a Bangkok whore house as a Lady-boy. As a blonde, blue-eyed American you would be absolutely exotic, and very popular. One of the Black Africans will want you to undergo a full sex change operation, if he wins you. In his country, gay sex is punishable by death. You will still have your prostate, and be responsive to being fucked in the ass, and he will know you are really a boy, so that works for him. If one of the Arabs gets you, they will want your cock and balls removed. You will be smooth between the legs, with the exception of a small piss hole. Any or all of the bidders may require a tattoo or branding, to mark you as their property. There will be several bidders that will not require any significant modifications. We have no idea who will ultimately require what. They can surprise."

"Master, have I been a good slave?"

"Yes, you've been an excellent slave, but this is a business. The highest bidder will own you."

"If my junk is going to be removed, would it be possible for me to have one last orgasm, first?"

The Boss smiled and said, "Yes. I think you have earned that. I might even let you fuck one of my new slave boys, instead of just jacking off. Would you like that?"

"Yes Master! That would be wonderful!"

"Just make sure to do your very best to please each of the bidders. If you do, I'll get an excellent price for you. That will motivate me to let you fuck my new slaves even if you're going to keep your junk. If you let me down, you will be punished instead."

"I'll do my very best for you, Master!"

The Boss figured the rednecks were going to need plenty of training, so why not let Jack and especially Charlie help with that?

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The Boss then headed down to the sub-basement, where the rednecks were currently being kept. They were still out cold from the sedative, which gave The Boss the opportunity to inspect them at his leisure. Unlike Jason's muscle twink sons, these boys were big and buff as well as beautiful. He knew from Charlie, that they were pure evil, so the process of breaking them, would be different, as would be the market for them. It's possible a new owner might want to breed them. But that didn't mean they would be allowed to fuck anyone. If they wanted them to breed, they would just jack them off into a cup, and use artificial insemination.

The Boss decided, since they looked like identical twins, he was going to give them specialty training. He would train them as a team of horses. They would pull their owner's carriage. And he knew just the owner for them. A Black African, who had indicated his desire for a matched pair like this. They would still be fuck toys, of course.

It was perfect! Selling a pair of hot white racists to a black African! The Boss absolutely loved it when he could reverse the slave trade! Just then, one of The Boss' henchmen approached him.

"Boss, we have the car these boys left behind when they chased Charlie. We've gone through it, and found a laptop. Jamal had no trouble hacking into it. I'm guessing these guys aren't too bright. Their password was `password.'

They both grinned.

The Boss: "What did you find?"

Henchman: "They've been raping straight boys, and shooting video of it. They edit out the parts where the boys are resisting. Apparently, they use the edited videos to blackmail their victims into continued sex. But they've kept the original videos, so we have absolute proof of the kidnappings and rapes."

The Boss: "Any evidence the father was involved?"

Henchman: "Not in the rapes. But they shot subsequent videos of them using the same boys, and the father participated."

The Boss: "Excellent. I know just how I'm going to deal with this family. Permanently remove their body hair, collar and cuff them, while they're still sedated. Stainless steel shock collars. And lock up their cocks. They are going to wake up to a whole new world."

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Jason's servants were given the good news and the bad news. The bad news was the disappearance of Charlie. The good news was the immediate, and regular use of Mike.

Mike was led to the basement dungeon, for his first taste of cocksucker training. He was not looking forward to it. Submitting to his father was bad enough. Submitting to a bunch of servants was degrading and humiliating. Especially since he had always treated the help with contempt. Even if he had wanted to refuse, they made darn sure that he couldn't. The sixteen year old naked teen was placed on his knees. His hands were chained to his ankles with only two inches of chain on each side. The final indignity was the spider gag. Or so Mike thought.

He was wrong. The servants set up three 4K video cameras to record his oral deflowering. Jason wanted it all documented. He wanted absolute control over his remaining son. Basically, he already had it. But Charlie's escape had made him a lot more paranoid than usual. He didn't think he would need to blackmail Mike into continued service, once he knew Charlie was gone. But he was probably going to have to sell Mike. His financial situation, and especially his cash flow, was in a bad way.

Jason was hoping he could convince The Boss to advance the money he needed, in return to letting him whore Mike out for a specific length of time. The primary use of the videos, would be as an illustration of Mike's desirability.

The Boss would be selling Jack soon. Replacing Jack with Mike, would keep the cash coming in for The Boss. And Jason didn't really have any other option to offer, short of just selling Mike outright. The ongoing divorce proceedings meant that no legitimate lending institution would lend him a dime. He was lucky they weren't calling in his existing loans.

He might have considered having his wife killed to end the divorce proceedings, but there is no way he would have gotten away with it. No one else would have a motive. Jason was a Sociopath with no morals, but he wasn't stupid or delusional.

Jason suspected The Boss might have Charlie, but there was no way to prove it. And Jason could not afford to piss off The Boss! No one else was going to provide Jason with the cash he needed. And it was only a suspicion. Jason knew The Boss never kidnapped anyone. He usually acquired his whores from teens desperate enough to work for him. He converted some of them into slaves. Other teens had been sold to him, usually by their parents--just as Jason had done with Jack.

So if he had Charlie, the boy went to him of his own volition. And Charlie being a total top, Jason didn't see that happening. But if not The Boss, then who? What parent was going allow their child to bring home and keep, a collared, naked fourteen year old boy? What adult was going to chance prison by taking him in? Jason was at a complete loss regarding Charlie. So he had to set that aside, and focus on Mike.

And Mike was definitely worth focusing on! Jason tuned into the dungeon channel and was instantly hard, watching the hot little teen taking one servant's cock after another. One of the servants started working a dildo in and out of the boy's ass. And all the boy could do was take it! It was working wonders too. The servant was pounding Mike's prostate with the dildo, and the boy was starting to move back and forth on it.

That caused his pretty mouth to move forward and back on the cock in his mouth. Jason turned the volume up, so he could hear what the servants were saying.

"That's it, bitch! Work that tongue on my big fat cock. If you can't handle mine, you'll never be able to please your father. And if you don't please him, it will be The Boss' big black cock you'll be training on!"

That caused Mike to redouble his efforts. But not because he cared what color the cock was, or how big. First, he had no interest in cocks at all, and definitely no interest in being a slave, if he could avoid it. Second, all this was just a means to an end. Owning the business! And once he did, he would turn the tables on these bastards! If they wanted to keep their jobs, they'd be begging to serve his cock!

Jason was so turned on by what he was seeing and hearing, that he pulled out his meat and began yanking the crap out of it! Jason almost never jacked off. There was always some hot teen meat at his disposal--whether it wanted to be or not. But this was special. And he had to keep the illusion alive that Charlie was still in the mansion, going through the same thing. As a result, he wouldn't allow himself another crack at Mike's boy pussy until Wednesday. And he wasn't going to wait until then to get off!

After a lot of instruction and three cocks worth of experience, Mike was getting really good at giving pleasure with his tongue. But his tongue was getting really tired, and he had three more cocks to go. Then servant four decided his tongue work was good enough, and moved to the next step. The good news was Mike's tongue would get a little rest. The bad news was, he was about to experience some deep throat skull fucking.

Mike knew what to expect. He had throat fucked most of his high school's cheerleaders--not that they were into that. But Mike's activities gave a whole new meaning to the term `date rape.' Unlike Jack, Mike had the good sense not to get any girls pregnant. He didn't use a condom--he just fucked their throats. If Mike had not been a narcissistic sociopath like his father, he might have seen his current predicament as karma, or comeuppance. Instead, his attitude was, `How dare they?!'

But his sense of privilege was about to take a beating, as was his throat. This particular servant had been close to quitting due to all the crap he'd had to take from the boys, and Mike in particular. He had delayed his notice until after the weekend, because he wanted to watch everyone using Jack. The servants had been allowed to watch on their monitor in the servants' quarters.

Then when Jason told the servants that the remaining two sons would be made available to them over the summer, the servant, whose name was Alfred, knew he had to stay--at least through the summer. He had the longest and thickest dick among the servants--seven inches. And he now had the pleasure of shoving every last millimeter down Mike's helpless throat.

As Mike choked and gagged on Alfred's fuck tool, the man laughed and said, "Take it bitch! If you don't start swallowing around the meat in your throat, and learning how to take it all, it's going to be a very long and painful summer for you. And if you don't get really good at this, the summer might just end with you getting sold!"

Mike had never cared about the trauma he inflicted on the girls he throat fucked, and had never learned the technique for surviving a throat fucking. So swallowing around a dick instead of fighting it, and not occurred to him. He tried it, and things got a little easier. As the relentless pounding continued, he started to get better at it. The gagging and snot hadn't stopped, but that had gotten less, and more manageable. He actually felt a small amount of gratitude to Alfred for the information.

Jason was loving watching his dominant son being degraded and abused. He sent a text to Gunther, the head servant: "The servants who've already used Mike's mouth, may use his ass. I want each of you to fuck him in both ends before he is sent back to his room. And chain him to his bed!"

Gunther grinned and showed the text to the others. The dildo was pulled out of the boy's ass and promptly replaced with Gunther's cock. There was no warm-up. The deep pounding was immediate and brutal.

"I better feel you pleasing my cock with your boy twat, you little piece of shit! Otherwise, this will continue all night long!"

Mike groaned, but complied. At least there was some pleasure to go with the pain in his ass. With his throat, it was all pain and panic, as he tried to time his breathing. It had not occurred to him to use his tongue when Alfred's cock was in his mouth. He might have managed to get that huge piece of meat to remain there a little longer to help with his breathing. His selfishness was actually making things worse for him. But Mike was determined to do the minimum needed to get through this--at least with the servants. But he would do his best with his father. He wanted the business!

*******

The Boss returned to his office and found his collared, beautiful, naked fourteen year old slave sound asleep on his desk. He enjoyed the view for a few minutes, before approaching the boy, and slowly, lightly began stroking that exquisite little body. Charlie slowly awakened, rolled onto his back, and caught his breath when he remembered where he was and what was about to happen.

"Time to lose your anal cherry, boy."

Charlie swallowed hard as he looked at the big black cock that was about to penetrate him. But he had the wherewithal to say, "Yes, Master."

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