Dirt

Three Slaves

One Accidental Slave, One True Slave, and One Conniving 'Slave'

Chapters 3-4

Chapter 3
Agent August Gets His Boy

Two Years Earlier

Agent August Bristol looked at one of these slave boy in particular – one, who at the age of 10, had never known freedom, having been born into slavery. As he was being 'processed,' I was mindful of that poignant address given to our task force by a member of the US State Department.

His information was received with near incredulity. In a sonorous voice and with little emotion he expostulated:

"In the mid 1800s, there were estimated to be 12 to 15 million slaves world-wide. By the turn of the century – that is the turn into the 21st century – this number is estimated to be at least double that figure! One estimate by the Stare department has the number in excess of 27 million, more than at any time in human history."

"Trafficking is currently the fastest growing criminal industry in the world. The total annual revenue for trafficking in persons is estimated to be between 5 and 9 billion dollars. Slaves are cheap. Their price is the lowest it's been in about 4,000 years. Although now banned in every country, slavery has boomed in the past 50 years as the global population has exploded. A billion people scrape by on $1 a day. That extreme poverty combined with local government corruption and a global economy that leaps national boundaries has produced a surge in the number of slaves - even though in the developed world, that word conjures up the 19th century rather than the evening news."

"For an American audience, their conceptualization of slavery is locked into a picture from the past, but modern-day slavery has little of the old South. Of those 27 million, a vast portion are bonded laborers in India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Nepal - workers, most commonly children, who have given their bodies as collateral for debts that never diminish no matter how many years, or sometimes generations, the enslaved labor on."

"But also unknown to most people, especially in the states, is that the North African slave trade was as common today as ever and even more profitable than ever before. Though many of these nations claimed to have eliminated slavery, in fact it is a burgeoning business and in many cases totally ignored by officials of the respective countries."

The boy, himself, was absolutely perfect as far as I was concerned, looking about ten years of age, but like many children on a marginal diet could well have been one or even two years older. He was also typically well endowed even if prepubescent. As hands pulled his limbs tight to the corners of the table, and others caressed the smooth boy flesh about his chest and lower towards his groin, his slender 4 inch black [10 cm] uncircumcised penis stuck stiffly towards the ceiling just above a tightly wrinkled black sac containing his immature testicles. I could barely contain my excitement as I as the body of this youth being handled and displayed.

Additional information from that address came back concerning the trafficking of slaves into the US, especially children being imported for the sex trade, came from northern Africa, as this lad before me. I can still hear the State Department official drowning on:

"According to the Department of Justice, there were 1,229 human trafficking incidents in the United States from January 2007- September 2008. Of these, 83 percent were sex trafficking cases.

"Thousands of children from Asia, Africa, and South America are sold into the global sex trade every year. Often they are kidnapped or orphaned, and sometimes they are actually sold by their own families. More than 30 percent of the total number of trafficking cases for that year were children coerced into the sex industry."

In fact this is exactly where the group here had obtained more than twenty boys over the past several weeks. I happen to know that this particular boy had been purchased for less than 50 dollars American [30€]. And after being 'processed' would then be ensconced into a specially designed crate and shipped to his purchaser in this country for as much as 10,000 dollars [6,000€]. Cheap considering. And amazingly profitable for the group in their relatively new venture.

We'd only gotten on to them because one of the imported boy's had escaped the from the penthouse Upper East Side Manhattan residence which was made into a fortress with sealed windows and an escape proof suite of rooms made into a dungeon and bedroom in which the boy was held. Unfortunately sometimes people get stupid. Or in this case fortunately. He believed that an illiterate 11 years old slave from the Republic of Niger would be incapable of figuring out the security code for the apartment's elevator. And even if it was New York City, a naked back boy wandering the lobby of a high security high rise DID warrant investigation.

But knowing the name of one contact person was not enough. The FBI wanted to reign in the entire group, and so they needed a person to inveigle his way into a position where he could discover more about who and how this group operated. Hence Agent August Bristol, usually relegated to the arena of computer and the multitude of electronic information highways, was suddenly thrust into the role of undercover agent. And to the surprise of some, gained access in quite short order to the insiders of the group.

August Bristol had two things going for him which made him an ideal candidate for this ruse. First, he was single and very enthusiastic about getting this group dismantled. And second, and even more important, Bristol had come from serious money, and had recently inherited his own rather grandiose estate which would allow him to act as a rich spoiled playboy. Or more importantly, a person who played with boys. Of course there was one thing which had allowed Agent August to succeed where other had not. He truly was a boy lover, though young teens also grabbed his interest from time to time. Thankfully absolutely no one, especially his FBI comrades, had the slightest inkling.

It was only three weeks later when he'd been invited to an isolated park far outside of the city to engage into negotiations with one of the principals. August was sitting in a small alcove in the middle of a sheltered thicket of woods on a Beautifully clear and for once non-humid summer day. And was quite surprised to see a cute boy of apparently Thai or Malay extraction wander up to him. The boy appeared to be at that perfect age where puberty was far enough away but he was definitely all boy. Perhaps nine or ten years old, slender and small boned, but with a smile that would brighten anyone's world. And a body fitted into such tight clothes that had August's blood churning immediately. Adjusting a rapidly stiffening portion of his anatomy, August was quite surprised on seeing the boy since the area was quite isolated. He had to have arrived in some vehicle.

"Hi mister. You like this place too?"

The boy spoke with a strong accent but was understandable. And unabashedly sat right next to him. Very right next to him. Again August was surprised. The boy lacked all inhibitions which one would have expected since he'd been a total stranger. Being careful, August started questioning the boy.

"Hello yourself. You here with your family?" August looked around but the sheltered area allowed for little reconnaissance.

"Just my…, just my dad. He's off somewhere with his camera."

After some more trivial banter the boy then asked a peculiar question.

"You waiting for someone?"

By this time the boy had actually pressed his small four foot [1.20 m] frame right against the agent. Who found himself slightly nervous but incapable of tearing himself to a 'safer' distance.

"Well, as a matter of fact I am."

But neither boy nor man seemed that intent on their conversation as the boy deliberately allowed his hand to move his hand on the very upper thigh of the man. A man who now could not contain his raging hard-on. If he didn't know better he'd have thought the boy were trying to seduce him.

Then an even more surprising question came from the boy.

"You like me mister? Am I the kind of boy you are looking for?'

Agent August wasn't the brightest agent but he wasn't totally brain dead either. He finally understood the ploy. Apparently the person we was to meet was making sure that he indeed was not part of some kind of trap. (Which of course he was).

But he decided to allow the boy to continue. Damn! He so wanted the boy to continue. He suspected that his contact was quite close by but not exposing himself nor his identity until things were more sure.

"Well boy you are certainly cute. How about letting me see more of you?"

The boy quickly responded by slipping out of his tight T-shirt. At the sight of the slender light brown torso, August was barely able to contain himself. He couldn't stop his hands from roaming all over the lovely upper body of the quite willing boy. Who again made now as amazing statement.

"My master told me to make sure I let you do anything you want."

August swallowed and looked around. Damn! Now what? But he eventually decided that this was exactly what the contact had orchestrated. He lifted the boy onto his lap and started undoing the boy's pants. The boy got the message and quickly divested himself of them. He was naked beneath and his small light brown 4 inch [10 cm] boner literally bounced upwards as if it were almost spring loaded. Unknown to either August or the boy, he'd been on a continuous drug regimen so that he'd be more in the right mood for sex with his owner. The boy in fact was a slave, though somewhat coddled, and after several years with his master, could contemplate no other kind of life.

Soon the boy was opening the man's zipper and manipulating his own raging hard-on. August could not keep his hands away from the amazingly willing boy. As he fingered the boy's little genitals with one hand and explored the cleft within the boy's well formed butt with the other. He started breathing heavily as his own member, at the expert manipulation of the boy's own hands, grew rod stiff. Suddenly, the boy pulled away and dropped to his knees, his head at the perfect height. August gasped as the boy almost swallowed him whole. Though only of average endowment, he was still startled at the ability of such a small boy to swallow his entire member. And of course it was precisely when his approaching climax was rapidly gaining full control of him both in mind and body when Mr. Smith finally made his appearance.

"Good isn't he? I trained him myself."

In spite of the circumstances, August could not break away from the boy. In fact he barely acknowledged the man's presence as he grasped the boy's head and came with an intensity he'd not remembered for years.

Negotiations were quickly made, a good faith check left in the hand's of Mr. Smith, and arrangements were made to allow for the final negotiations which would determine the success or failure of his mission.

Agent Bristol met with his supervisor at a small restaurant near his own home outlining his progress.

Two weeks later Agent Bristol was 900 miles [1500 km] away in a run down section of docks in the old Baltimore. Where the group – in fact the actually name by which they referred to their organization, had set up its processing center. And where Agent August would acquire his new slave boy. He'd proven his bona fides – so far – and would be allowed to make his selection from among the new boys which had only the day before been off-loaded from an old freighter.

August was being 'escorted' about by that same Mr. Smith. He looked on as the boy he'd been watching on top of the large padded table was getting his blood drawn by the group's doctor.

"Who's that boy over there, the one you're currently processing?" The man asking this question, presenting himself as millionaire Brill Quentin was quite taken not only with the boy's cute seeming '10-year-old' looking body, but with his apparent total compliance. Watching him, you'd almost be able to imagine that he actually enjoyed what was happening to him. His small penis certainly liked it.

August Bristol, aka Mr. Brill Quentin, a potential buyer had been investigated and thanks to the 'cover' the FBI had prepared for him, had passed that second stage in the process of being given the final 'OK' by the group's security force. This, the final stage, would either end with him acquiring his new slave, or if determined to be a risk, with his never leaving the building alive. This final stage the group called the prospective client's 'vetting.' – a term used by the group to insure that the man was indeed the person represented, a rich client looking for a slave boy. 'Vetting' in this context meant that the man had been required to 'prove' his 'bona fides' by participating in the actual extensive 'processing' of one of the prospective slave boys. That 'processing' included forcing the boy's submission in the first stages of his conditioning after being purchased or in some cases kidnapped. Only if the boy still showed appropriate submissiveness (and in a few cases even sexual arousal) during that portion of the process, would the 'processing' proceed. Usually less than 30% of the boys initially selected for advanced perusal would pass through this stage. The rest were sold off to a broker much less discriminating.

This particular boy had now been strapped down naked onto the table while the team was taking all the necessary measurements. Blood test were also taken to insure the boy's health. This boy had been one of those taken from the freighter the day before, having been delivered in specially outfitted cargo containers. Within that huge container were ten large crates which held ten small boys from ages 8 through 12. Though even the older boys, in comparison to well fed American boys, looked possibly two years younger, especially noting their size and physical development.

These boy in particular had been obtained from their own scout searching the slave families in the Republic of Niger – those slave families most of the rest of the world refused to believe existed.

The boy on the table was one of the older boys, and remarkably even spoke enough English to understand the commands now being given him. Having adjusted his entire life to a life of slavery, the boy thought thoroughly frightened, nonetheless could not conceive of actually resisting his 'processing.' In fact he had been absolutely amazed at the comfort of his last night's bed – a small three inch [7½ cm] bare mattress on the floor of his 6 foot by 2 foot [180 x 60 cm] cage, and by the amazingly tasty food he'd been allowed to eat. Heck, within the last 24 hours, the time so far spent in this facility, he'd been allowed more food then he'd ever seen at home in three days. He was really having hope of being bought by some wonderful master who would continue this marvelous largess. He decided that he'd cooperate as fully as possible to prove his worth. He didn't even mind the sensual caresses of his naked body. It was nothing more than he'd been expecting for some time now since he had gotten to that certain age when boy's like him were recruited for the brothels and sex houses back in his own country.

He was now also very glad that his grandma – really only the women who raised him, and worked him, after his birth mother had died in some epidemic several years before, had sold him to the Tonga man.

The 'group' as they actually called themselves consisted of a small team of professionals who made small fortunes 'finding' just the right 'boys' for their prospective clients. They specialized not in the usual sex-slave market – but in finding that 'perfect' kind of boy who could be made to submit to lifelong bondage to a single master. The boys were scouted with this express purpose and only those few who could show a propensity for not only being submissive, but who were deemed capable of being trained to become someone's slave for life were selected.

August Bristol

I was wondering just what that other agent had done wrong.

But at the same time I was so enthralled by this particular boy I could not help myself when I went up to the table and started caressing the boy's upper thighs finally fondling his rod hard little boyhood, and caressing his quite wrinkled little boy testicle sac. I couldn't suppress a sigh nor my desire. I so wanted that boy.

But in addition to that kind of worry there was the fact that the team I was now working with were at this very moment surrounding this very building. Just the day before I had located the computers used by the 'group' and had planted a direct link into one of their servers. That night, from a remote location, I had finally broken the codes to obtain the information we needed to completely rout out the members of the 'group.' So now my real concern was not being discovered as a fraud by the 'group.' My major concern now was to keep the upper echelons of the bureau from discovering that they had chosen their computer expert and infiltrator only too well.

Thinking about the selection process of the boys in question I again looked over to the boy in his first stages of 'processing' and realized that the boy, at some deep level, seemed to be actually enjoying the procedure. I could tell that instead of trying to pull away from any intimate tough, he responded by merely sighing and even once moaning with the pleasure of the touch.

And I discovered that more than anything before in my life, I WANTED this boy for myself! That was the 'problem' I was experiencing. I had long been aware of my propensity for wanting full control over my not too common sex partners, and even on occasion fought down my desire to not only dominate but even add a bit of sadistic enterprise, but right now I realized that I WANTED that boy as MY own. Yes, as my slave! How ironic that the 'expert' sent in as undercover was expert at more than my superiors realized. I suspect that it was this factor that had actually allowed me to be successful where others had failed. I only now fully realized that it must have become obvious to the members of this 'group' whom I had contact with, that my 'bona fides' consisted of more than participating in more than the 'processing' of the previous boy. My sexual hunger and arousal must have been quite apparent. But it was THIS new boy who had really captured my 'heart' so to speak. (Or perhaps my unbridled lust). This particular boy as I approached, became the fulfillment of all my most carnal and cruel fantasies. His coal black smooth skin, wrapping about his slim not very muscular and still boyish body brought instant hardness to my throbbing member. His features were even more stereotypically Negroid than most. But it was his own apparently strong sexual arousal to his predicament that had me so captivated.

The 'group' specifically targeted youths who were both submissive and compliant. And usually already slaves. I was taken out of my reverie by my companion's reply to where my gaze had been momentarily directed. Away from this particular boy and to one now being crated for shipment.

"That boy being crated is one of those from Thailand. He'd been one of a group in a package purchase. He is 11 years old, and is quite a find. Though he looks a bit younger he is clearly a Beautiful specimen. Though not born a slave, he'd been sold just recently by his family to a boy brothel in payment of a loan the family had been unable to repay. The boy was actually quite happy to get out of his unfortunate circumstances especially when we had assured him of a single master.

As I watched, the naked boy readily allow himself to be crated for shipment.

"And as you can see he has been obeying all instructions. Once we had finished confirming his disease free status, his photos, plus all his current statistics will be sent to his prospective buyer."

I was a bit surprised at the boy's age. He was a slim boy of Asian descent and couldn't be more than 4' 6' [1.40 m] in height. I guessed his weight at between 60 and 70 pounds [27 and 32 kg]. "Small for his age," I commented as we walked back toward the two men busy at the table with the boy who had so aroused my interest.

Suddenly I heard a boy scream. I couldn't help it, I could not hide my excitement. My companion smiled as he could see the obvious excitement on my face and in my demeanor. "You can't fake your reaction! You'd be surprised at how stupid the authorities have been in trying to infiltrate our organization. But as soon as I saw your look and reactions when my associate showed you some of our stock, and later when you been introduced to my own boy, I assumed that your 'bona fides' would prove out. And seeing you now confirms my conclusions. You are definitely one of us."

He started walking me over to where a relatively older boy had also been strapped down. But this boy's bonds were quite a bit more severe.

Mr. Smith remarked: "I can see it in your eyes. That's how I got into this business. I started searching for someone younger whom I could introduce to lets just say the more atypical sex practices. I was surprised at just how problematic this process could be even for a person with resources. When I finally teamed up with a doctor friend of mine we soon realized that the younger children were much more malleable, and easier to lure into our control."

Just as we got to the table the boy was trying to move in his tight bonds and whimpering. He was moving his head back and forth and his eyes seemed wild. It was at his next scream along with a convulsion going through his body that I noticed the wires connecting to pads on his nipples, to a rod sticking out of his penis slit, and three others coming from his testicles and butt plug. His big toes were also wired. I wondered just how much pain he was experiencing. I had heard that some electro-torture can be quite harsh.

As I looked down at his anguished face and sweating body I could not help but spring a massive boner. I was trying to hide it when my companion said: "This is Mikal. He is 15 even if he looks 13 or 14. We shipped him here from an eastern coast city just yesterday after an easy pickup outside his group home. Again another boy we found by way of the Internet. He is totally homosexual and completely submissive. In fact he reacted quite well to extreme bondage. But our buyer also wants his slave boy to respond well to torture. This boy is looking quite promising. So much so he is now undergoing stage two testing. His penis never went slack during a previous flogging. We are testing for his pain tolerance, and how he reacts sexually to electro torture. You will note that even at these increased voltages he is still sporting a quite hard erection."

Mr. Smith then smiled seeing my own acute condition. "Would you like to handle the control?"

My hand reached out for it with almost no conscious volition. One of the men handed it to me and explained its settings. The boy was now getting current through his testicles, penis and rectum at every touch.

The man who gave me the control explained: "It is now about half power and if you hit this pad first the current will bounce back and forth from butt hole to toes, and penis to nipples. His testicles get a jolt on every setting."

At this I could see now real fear in the boy's eyes. He finally spoke: "Please, I do what you want, please stop. I can't take no more."

The very pleading enhanced my own excitement. I notched up the current with their permission and watched the boy's face as I deliberately hit the control. His body lifted off the table by the small fraction it was able as the boy's muscles seemed to spasm. His scream was loud enough to wonder if my men out side could hear it.

My companion pointed my attention to the boy's penis. It was finally starting to deflate.

"He's quite remarkable for a boy so young. He will become quite a masochist if trained properly. The gentleman who is buying him is quite the sadist. His prospective master is not really into young boys but wanted someone he could train from his earliest sexual experience. I…"

We were interrupted by a new hoarse plea from the boy. "Please! I promise to do what you want. Please stop." His tears were prolific.

I was almost creaming in my pants I was so aroused. And then I looked back at that much smaller black kid. I was thinking about how I might sneak the boy out when the raid went down. One boy less would go totally unnoticed. And we also had all their records. No one need to know there was another boy here.

One of then men announced: "That's sufficient Bob. We have enough to assure his buyer that this boy will do him nicely. Finish up the video and burn a CD. Clean the boy up, and put him in the cage next to the Thai boy we just processed. We will await his blood tests. We will ship the Asian boy this afternoon and try to arrange shipment of this one in a few days. Good day's work, and thank you Dr. Benjay for helping."

The other man smiled and spoke briefly. I was escorted back to the hall next to the room where the boy-crates were in readiness. I finally realized just how I could work it. That Thai boy had been by now totally prepared for his encasement into one the shipping crates. He was encased within a large double airbag with tubes entering his mouth and nose, and a third coming from his penis. Or so I assumed since these were the locations on the outside of the air bag in which he now lay. With just a little luck I had a plan which might work. I observed the small black kid who had been on the table was being brought over to the next room and being put into one of the cages. He was whimpering from his ordeal but making no move to avoid his fate. So far so good. I touched a stud on my watch. In 25 seconds all hell would break loose. I figured I had about 30 seconds as bedlam unfolded around me and as 20 agents swarmed the area. The man with me dropped all pretenses of being nice, and ran to one of the nearest bays. I suspected he had a vehicle and was going to try to escape the area. I knew he had not the slightest hope. I just hoped that I would not be locked up with him by the end of the day if my plan went sour.

I quickly ran over to the cage in which the black kid had been locked. I opened the door and helped him out. I pointed through the crack in the door. "Listen boy, you understand me?"

The boy nodded. "Understand, me do."

"Boy, see all those guys running into this building. They are FBI. Police." Still no comprehension.

"Soldiers."

Now the naked boy gasped in alarm.

What the heck did soldiers do in his country?

"You now have two choices. I would like to take you home as my own boy. Or you can take your chances being sent back to your own country. Your choice now."

He looked around anxiously. "No not back. No, I be good. You take me?"

"Yes."

"You be good me?"

"Look kid. I will treat you as you are. A slave. But take care of you very good. Choose!"

The kid finally looked at me, gave out a big sigh, and asked: "What I do?"

"Look boy, we now have just seconds. You want to be my slave or not?"

I think he now believed me enough to cooperate. He looked me up and down and even smiled. "How I get out?"

"See that box? I will put you in there for now. When the soldiers are wrapping things up here I am supposed to take a vehicle with all their computers to the lab. I will sneak you out it that. You have to be quiet."

He understood enough and probably just followed my lead. Everything went as planned. I was 'arrested' along with everyone else but taken to a different room where the handcuffs were taken off and my boss was awaiting. My fear must have been written on my face. But my boss misinterpreted it.

"Good job August. You can stop being scared now. You did good. Where are the computers?"

Another agent brought in a car and we loaded up the computers after sealing them up and marking them as evidence. They took up much of the back seat. But a curve ball was then thrown at me, as my boss explained: "Agent Bristol, Agent Parks will join you and we need the both of you to sign these into the lab evidence locker. We have to be careful with the chain of evidence."

Shit! Now what. I was able to steer the preliminary team away from the boy's crate by saying it was empty but tomorrow he was sure to be discovered. I had to get the boy out today! Now! Agent Parks started the car but I directed him into the far part of the warehouse next to the supposedly empty crates. If I could just get 15 seconds.

"Hay Parks. Stop here a sec. I need to take leak real bad."

He smiled: "No prob. You must have been sweating bullets before we closed in. Seeing what they were doing to these kids is enough to make anyone squeamish."

I got out and walked over to a small bathroom I knew was there. When I got back my mind was racing. Now what?

When I returned I remarked: "Hay Parks maybe you should empty out all that coffee. I don't want us stopping before all this stuff is not only brought into the lab but completely signed off."

"Good idea Bristol. I'll be just a minute."

I breathed a great sigh as Parks entered the bathroom and the door shut. I quickly opened the crate and helped a now thoroughly frightened naked boy over to the back of the car.

"Man, what…"

"Quiet." I popped the trunk and was glad to see a blanket in there. "Now listen. If caught its both our asses. I need you to stay in this trunk for about an hour. Can you do that?"

Though quite frightened he quickly climbed inside. He lay on top of the blanket. It was cool outside but he should be warm enough I hoped. Then I smiled. Shit. The boy was a slave. MY slave. I had to move my erection to a more comfortable position. I closed the trunk and got back into the car.

After all the computers were signed in I said I'd be back in the morning. I took the vehicle back to the lot and said I needed to sign it out for myself since I needed a vehicle. I had already been assigned one but I talked the guy into reassigning me this one. As I pulled out of the FBI compound I breathed a great sigh of relief. Now all I needed to do was to erase anything in the 'outfit's' computers that could link them to my new boy. Since I was in charge of obtaining evidence from these exact same computers I felt confident I would soon have an untraceable slave boy.

I pulled into the underground garage of the hotel in which I was staying. Now for phase two. Phase three I had not even formulated yet. I had to eventually get my new boy halfway across the country to my home just outside Chicago. I was hoping to set the kid up as my 'nephew.' I wasn't very dark but there was enough black blood in my veins that I expected to pull this off. Now to get this very frightened kid to cooperate. I knew that I was taking a frightful risk but this was a fantasy of mine for years. And at 33 I was at the brink of fulfilling it. I went up to my 4 room suite – nice posing as a millionaire – and brought back down my cashmere overcoat. Now the most difficult part of the operation. Fortunately, with my elevator code, I can bypass all the other floors until the suites on the top two floors.

I popped the trunk and looked into the very frightened eyes of my naked slave.

"Quiet boy. We need to get to my hotel room unobserved. Understand?"

He nodded his head. I looked to make sure no one was in the area again, helped him to get out of the trunk which his sinewy body made look easy, covered him inside the huge coat and rushed him the 15 feet [4½ m] to the elevator.

I had an erection in spite of my own tension and fear. Once in my suite we both visibly relaxed. The boy seemed totally unconcerned about his own nakedness as he roamed over the entire four rooms commenting now and again about how very rich I must be. He was drinking his second coke when he finally asked: "Are you really be good at me?"

I smiled at his mangling of our English prepositions.

"Sit down boy. We need to talk."

"Yes man." He immediately complied. Definitely NOT the usual young boy.

"You will become my slave and I give important rules."

Damn! I was making then up as we spoke, though in my fantasies I'd thought about a lot of this. I realized right off that there was no way I could keep a slave against his will. I was not about to lock someone up for the remainder of their lives.

"Rule one: You will always obey."

"Rule two: You will always ask before doing something I didn't order."

"Rule three: You will never leave the house unless I am with you."

I decided that was enough for now.

"Yes man. I do good by you."

I was quite pleased. And the boy's penis was possibly stiffer than mine. This may very will work out.

"Yes boy. You certainly 'be good by me'."

The boy was fidgeting and looking down at his feet.

"Can we do food?"

We 'did food' and then bathed together. He smelled a bit. I was greatly encouraged when he allowed me to touch him intimately. I then moved his hand onto my own engorged penis and had him stroke me.

"Do wiggie wiggie with man thing?"

"Yes. A lot of wiggie wiggie." I wondered where the word wiggie came from?

That night we slept together and using the boy as a sexual toy (though neither his mouth nor butt yet) I came two more times. I even was able to bring the boy to his own dry orgasm. He smiled and laughed a lot. He even thanked me for making him feel so 'great great good.'

The next day I had him promise to stay inside while I had to go back to the FBI headquarters in this city. Hopefully I'd be able to go home the next day. At my own home I'd put him on some kind of bondage or tether so that any possibility of 'escape' would be nonexistent.

It was nice to have some money. More than my FBI wages could have afforded. I got two tickets on United and my boy was ecstatic as this was the first time he'd ever been so close to an airplane let alone ride in one. He was delighted to 'have be owned by good rich man.'

"I promise be good boy to you."

He said that a number of times as I was quite sure his own circumstances had improved ten fold. I even started to wonder exactly what his own concept of being a slave actually entailed. Well I would be certainly be finding out.

We left the terminal at O'Hare and I rented a town car. My boy, in some clothes I'd hastily bought in Baltimore, finally was brought home. After we got there he shucked off very first the expensive running shoes. They hurt his feet he said. Next went most the rest of his clothes. I was surely not minding the view of his gorgeous little boy body as he ran from room to room in an excited romp.

"Finally he came back. Man, you are rich man. I got me a rich man to have me."

I felt a whole lot richer than he could have imagined. I got my boy.

Present Day

And yes, I still treated him as my personal slave. He was frequently in some form of bondage and kept naked much of the time. And the sex with him was better than ever. He was quite determined to make his big man's man thing do 'wiggie wiggie, lots lots.'

I never did discover just where he picked up that term.

Chapter 4
Detective O'Malley Gets His… Share of Problems

O'Malley also felt somewhat guilty about his own (barely existent) home life, but again rationalized that at least he was one of the few people in his department who had stayed married for more than 10 years. Quite a record considering the statistics. And he made a sudden resolve, thinking about it, to take several days off – soon – and spend it entirely with his long suffering wife with whom he still was in love. Now that was one thing that DID bring some smile into his heart if not registering on his face.

Captain Maddox had finally gotten the Feds interested when the second boy uncovered in their investigation had been found to have been obtained from Mexico and not locally. Apparently this 'ring,' or whatever it consisted of, was quite well established and widespread. To think it all started with a boy merely wandering into a precinct, walking up to the Desk Sergeant, and announcing that he had been kidnapped more than a year before. It never made the front page merely because the poor kid had been one of the many unfortunate boys lost in an ever uncaring and mostly dysfunctional Child Care System, and (it was eventually learned) at the time he had been 'lost' it had actually taken five days before he had even been 'officially' missed from his group home.

The boy had been literally taken from the street in the inner city of Detroit and had been transported in an actual crate, and delivered to one of the city's 'respected (meaning quite rich and well connected) model citizens.' That the boy had been held as a virtual prisoner, leg shackles and all, in the man's high rise condo, and even worse, had half his teeth removed so that forced oral sex would be less problematical, had engaged peoples' attention. But what had finally disturbed even the most jaded of his confederates, was the fact that when the boy had been finally examined by a doctor, they learned that the boy had been castrated in order to maintain his prepubescent state.

The department had finally set up an actual task force even if it had only three members at present, plus two members from the FBI's Crimes Against Children's division, along with the computer and 'Information Highway' expert, August Bristol. But information was so far quite scant. The first boy knew almost nothing about his abductors other than it was some Doctor Ed who had 'fixed' him, without anything more that a local anesthetic. The so-called 'respected citizen' had fled, and now resided in a place where he was so far been able to resist extradition. (He would get a special 'visit' nonetheless if and when he could be found).

The boy in question, quite a surprisingly enterprising and remarkably feisty lad of 13, had surprised even Detective O'Malley when he had led officers back to his captor's condo with the nonchalance of 'innocent' youth.

O'Malley remembered questioning the boy at the hospital where he had been first brought.

"But Jamal, how did you finally escape?"

With a strangely deformed smile due to the removal of the entirety of all his front teeth, the small black kid replied: "Jus' saved up all dem pills. Put dem in massa's drink."

"Massa?"

"Yeah sur. He made me call him 'massa.' That he did. Pretended he was a white slave holder an' I was his black slave boy. An' made me do all sorts of things. But shucks, not much worse than whats some kids made me do in the home. An' he even letted me have games an' watch the big TV, and all that other stuff while he wern't there. Hell, I even ate good for once. Jus' I gots real worried when he started talking 'bout sellin' me. Powerful worried. So I know'd I needed to gets out a' dere. So's I saved up all dem's pills and slipped it into his wine glass. He sure liked his fancy dark wines and such."

It finally came out that he had taken the key to his leg shackle from the chain around his 'massa's' neck, and simply walked out the door and into the penthouse elevator.

"Shucks, cept' for his makin' me lick some of his nastier places, I was better off there 'an lots a' places. An' even that stuff, I gots used to. I guess it helped heaps bein' gay n' all. And I'm sure glad the doc said I can get shots to get my own wanker workin' again. Know what I mean?"

It seemed the boy's 'massa' had left in such a hurry he did not properly wipe the drive on his desktop computer. The techs at the bureau, specifically a team headed by their computer expert, Agent August Bristol, were able to uncover enough of several files to discover two different contacts within some ring who had supplied the boy, and one other person in the city who supposedly also had at least one boy. Unfortunately, though the final ISP address of the contacts was easily traced back one of the 'istan' countries carved out of the late Soviet Union, and the authorities there had so far simply refused to cooperate. Imperturbable and as silent as a Cayman bank. Neither the FBI nor the State Department had a viable source within the country. At least not for something the authorities there considered 'not their problem.'

Agent August Bristol remembered with dissatisfaction speaking with one of the country's myriad of sub-ministers who could speak English.

"It's this way Agent Bristol, all the groups trafficking in kids over here are doing us a favor – at least the way many see it – by eliminating some portion of our state expenditure on all the orphanages we have here. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if some of our own government ministers are complicit if not outright running the rings. But we export, we do not import. From what you say all the boys you've so far discovered came from your own country or Mexico. I'm quite sanguine that the Internet connection here is that's all it is. I'd be looking for a group in your own country."

And unfortunately, the only other individual known to have acquired a boy from this 'ring' had also fled the jurisdiction. He must have been alerted, and he definitely had much more time to destroy any possible record linking him to the ring. All that was discovered were two boys from Mexico, literally locked into two separate cages. These two boys, found lying naked with their ankles and wrists shackled to posts outside their cages, were in much sorrier shape then the first boy, having been the recipients of methodical torture over a several month period. Both boys, totally without hair, had old and new welts over every square inch of their bodies. It would appear that their captor had been fond of a slender cane which he used on a daily basis. And their anal orifices had shown severe scaring and even more recent tears from being repeatedly sodomized by more than merely a large male phallus. But the two traumatized kids, both about 11 years old, were not much help for the investigation other than informing the authorities (in very sparse English and mostly Spanish) that they had been boys in the same orphanage near the border town of Mexicali. They were finally left to the 'system,' where they will no doubt be in store for even more egregious treatment then they had so far received by their former captor.

So even after a week, the only progress so far was the names of the two local offenders, and of two contacts with merely an e-mail connection whose final ISP address which ended with an investigative dead end.

Enter Mr. Black. After a couple days of argument, it had finally been decided that Mr. Black would try to not only make contact, but to arrange some kind of meeting. Detective O'Malley had personally made the arrangements with this Mr. Black on his second visit to the pervert's residence. A visit he most definitely loathed. He told his captain Maddox that if he never spoke with the loathsome Mr. Black again, it would be too soon.

Captain Maddox's reply was definitely not received with equanimity: "Then I suppose our new association with the Feds in this case will have to be abandoned? I think not. They have an agent who not only wants to use Mr. Black, but has been informed by Mr. Black that due to your already great rapport, its been suggested that you and he temporally team up on this latest attempt to track down the principles of this trafficking ring."

What O'Malley wanted to say was that he'd much prefer to smash his fist into the face of that supercilious and unrepentant ephebophile and molester of boys. But after lugubriously depositing himself in the chair facing his superior, all that came out was a very phlegmatic: "OK boss. (He knew his 'boss' hated such familiar language). Details, if you would."

As he made a few sporadic notes in the small notebook he always kept, O'Malley's mind was reviewing his last meeting with the reprobate Mr. Black, trying his best NOT to envision the teenage girl his boss was involved with.

The conversation between O'Malley and Black was barely civil.

"Look Mr. Black."

At the man's not very friendly gaze, Detective O'Malley restated: "OK, Mr. Beau – he detested using this more familiar form of address – I am still not quite happy about that boy I brought here last week."

It was now the Friday after that incident, and Mr. Beau could barely refrain from registering a small smile knowing that this particular cute white boy would be entirely his for most of the next day.

Mr. Beau smiled: "Look, as I said before. I took the boy out to eat and then took him home myself. I drove him right to the door of his house. And remember it was YOUR blunder in delivering to me a totally innocent boy who was in fact NOT trying to solicit." And in spite of the detectives experience, he even half convinced the man that nothing 'untoward' had even happened between the two.

"Hell. You talked to the boy yourself the next day. I was quite angry in fact that you did not deliver a boy who, shall we say, would have been receptive to a remunerative transaction. But at least we did have quite a good conversation, and I can only promise you that the boy had a perfectly good time and left here quite happy and entertained. I happen to have a good way with boys."

Mr. Beau could not resist that last double entendre. 'Especially with boys I am so attracted to,' Mr. Beau thought to himself. 'What a perfectly cute butt hole and irresistible barely pubescent genitals. Damn! His entire luscious white young teen body was fun to play with. And that body would again be available the very next day.' That thought did bring a glimmer of a smile to his face.

O'Malley had in fact made a quiet inquiry in the disposition of the boy, one Zack Fell. All things considered, he decided not to make anything either public or even known to the boy's parents. For obvious reasons. At least he was quite sure that the boy in fact was apparently unharmed.

Meanwhile, about ten miles [15 km] distant, that same Zack Fell was in a spirited discussion with his best friend's sister. It would seem that his on again off again 'girlfriend' Zen Qiao, had been perceptive enough so that Zack's recent unusual behavior had not gone unnoticed.

Qiao was insistent in her interrogation of her friend: "Zackie (Zack hated that diminutive and Qiao knew it), you've been acting strange all week and now you're canceling our date to the skate park tomorrow on the lamest excuse. And you're SMILING!"

"It was definitely NOT a date. Going with you and Xiong and two others skateboarding can't be called a date."

"Stop changing the subject. I can't be sidetracked. Something's most definitely up with you and I will not let you go until you tell me what."

The two friends were standing just beyond the back driveway of Qiao and Xiong's home. Zack looked about worrying if anyone could overhear them. What Zack usually liked about his friend Qiao was her independence, assurance, and assertiveness, but this time it was causing him trouble. Too many times his 'girlfriend' became just too assertive. And was too smart to be easily sidetracked.

"If I tell you, will you promise to keep it absolutely secret? NO ONE can know." And seeing the look on Qiao's face added: "Not even your brother. Especially not Xiong."

Qiao added two plus two and zoomed to a hundred.

"Oh my god. You have a boyfriend! I knew it. Who is he? Do I know him?"

Zack cringed at the volume of Qiao's carrying voice.

"Damn Qiao, quiet. No one can know I'm gay. If my parents ever find out,…well, they just can't!"

"Stop delaying; you know I'll get everything out of you anyway. And besides, I still can't understand why you can't tell Xiong. He IS your best friend. Or so he claims. I know my brother is sometimes an oblivious jerk but he's a loyal oblivious jerk. And he won't care about your being a queer."

Zack was annoyed. He knew she used that word only to provoke him.

"I know Xiong would be good with it. But you know he can't lie to save his life. And he's around my parents entirely too much. If my parents even happened to ask him the wrong question about where I was supposed to be or about whom I was supposed to be with or whatever, he'd be 'deposed' in two minutes."

"Ok, chill. But you can't leave until you give me a name."

Zack was bursting to tell someone, and Qiao was the only possibility. Even the guys he'd surreptitiously seen at the gay-straight alliance would want to know details he'd definitely not feel free to make known. Damn the guy was a grown man.

"OK, but promise me on Buddha that you won't divulge even a single word."

"Zack, how many times I have to tell you? Only my grandparents are Buddhist. And I promise anyway."

Zack drew in a tremulous breath. Fear and excitement were trying to establish hegemony over his emotions.

"OK, and it's why I can't be at the park tomorrow. I'm seeing him again. His name's Beau. Beau Black. And that's ALL I'll tell you."

Qiao watched Zack's demeanor and facial cues very carefully and knew there was a whole lot more. And this would explain Zack's unusual bout of smiling all week.

"So, you and he had sex already? You don't have to answer. I can see it in all your goofy smiles this week."

Zack turned a bit red. Even with Qiao with whom he could talk about almost anything, this had him nearly paralyzed. He was about to deny everything when a voice behind them startled them both.

"So I was right. My best friend is queer for boys. Damn Zack how can my sister know and not me? I'm hurt!"

The smile on Xiong's face belied the tenor of his stern rebuke. And he quickly added: "And how come then you've been dating my sister?"

Zack turned and sighed deeply. But he temporized with his own rebuke.

"Damn Xiong, don't use that fucking word ever. I hate it."

He was hoping that Qiao would also get the message. But eventually Zack knew when he was lost. He knew that Xiong wouldn't care if his best friend were gay but there was still the problem of Xiong being around his own parents far too much for comfort. Xiong couldn't keep a secret from a blind and deaf mute.

They moved into the detached garage for more privacy, where Zack filled his friend in about his being gay and started answering all the usual follow up questions. Even though he knew Xiong would be good with it, he was still relieved that Xiong had taken it so well. There was always that tiny doubt. At least his friend didn't ask why he was gay or if he were sure. Then he mentioned a person he was 'seeing' needing to say something simply because he was bursting with the excitement of it, but at the same time quite reluctant to give any real particulars. Heck they'd never understand that he'd had sex with an adult. (Just the memory was giving him a boner).

"And so I'm meeting him again tomorrow and no I will not tell you where or anything about him except that he's so hot! I can't believe he's so interested in me but he is. And no I will absolutely not tell you about anything we may or may NOT have done."

But now both Qiao and Xiong pestered Zack about particulars.

Xiong asked: "So, you now claim to have a boyfriend, someone so secret we couldn't possibly know who he might be? Well, between me and my sister we know everyone in both our school and our immediate neighborhood. Any teen that is."

Fortunately Zack was able to withstand the barrage of questions. That was until Qiao again mentioned about him smiling too much this past week.

It was Qiao who persisted: "Look Zack. You have had that 'I've-had-sex' smile all week. Give us particulars."

Xiong now looked at his sister with a frown: "Smiles? I never noticed anything."

Before Zack could get a word in Qiao exclaimed: "That's because you're oblivious most the time. Now that I hear Zack's story I just know they've had sex."

"Now it was Xiong's turn to be surprised: "Whoa! Zackie have sex?"

Xiong was incredulous. "No way. Not little Zackie."

Zack understood his friend's use of the diminutive. It was his way to explain that…, well no way could Zack have had sex with someone before him. And heck, Xiong was not that much bigger than himself.

There was another long wrangle with no one being satisfied about how the conversation was going.

Finally Zack yelled the loudest: "STOP!" He drew in a shuddering breath. "No more questions. None. Whether I had sex or not is private. Besides, Xiong has a stupid smile on his mug all the time, and the closest he's gotten to having sex is when someone gave him his last wedgie."

Finally things turned a bit more serious and Zack had obtained his friend's most solemn promise not to even think about Zack being gay let alone letting something slip that would ruin his best friend.

"Look Xiong, you may have great parents who are rational about sex stuff. My parents on the other hand, though we get along OK, well, they're just plain too brainwashed by all that religion bunk. I refuse to believe in a religion that says I'm going to hell unless I only have sex with girls. Hell, my Mom thinks that there's no such thing as sexual orientation, that a person either chose to be gay or did something real bad which caused it. They'd never understand. Heck my Dad would probably send me to one of those Ex-Gay things even though most sane people know that they do ten times more harm. Hell, even two of the guys that started Exodus International now speak out against it."

Though Xiong promised, Zack was still a bit worried. And then Xiong asked what the hell was Exodus International. Zack explained and then had to really convince him that such a thing really existed.

But on his way home all Zack's worries evaporated in the midst of his fantasizing about being with his Mr. Beau the very next day. His excitement put another 'shit-eating' grin on his face. That previous Saturday he had had one of the greatest, most fantastical experiences of his entire life. And tomorrow it would be even better. He was trying to hype himself up enough to actually make himself put the man's oh so large black penis into his own mouth. And another thing he couldn't possibly tell especially his best friend, was that idea Mr. Beau had hinted about, that he'd get some real great bondage things together. Wow! It never occurred to Zack that his thoughts concerning sex with Mr. Beau was entirely about his Mr. Beau 'doing sex things' to him. He had not as yet conceptualized that very real possibility that he was quite the submissive sex wise. And his only concern right then was about his skin stretching boner. He was glad that his jacket was hiding it.

Ten miles [15 km] away Mr. Beau was thinking about that same soon-to-be meeting. He was in the process of formulating the next stages of his plan to eventually pull Zack over to the 'dark-side.' Of course the very perceptive Mr. Beau did come to that exact conclusion about Zack being quite the submissive, and he was determined to make the best of it. He had been plotting all week just how he was going to seduce this boy into a gradual but definite 'life' of sexual submission and even slavery. Even if it had to be on a purely 'part-time' basis. He had cleaned up his 'dungeon' even if its use were probably weeks in the future. But he was certain that Zack was exactly the kind of kid who could be seduced into that manner of sex.

Zack's parents were also oblivious to Zack's not quite normal behavior. And fortunately his brother and sister essentially ignored him. Their interest and friends were so different. Zack was trying to decide just what clothes to wear. Mr. Beau said that he'd pick him up himself down the block from his house near the library. This time they'd have much of an entire day. He told his parents that he'd be having lunch with Xiong and his sister and then off to the skate park. It had been arranged since last week. Though his Mom had always been somewhat concerned with their only son associating with people who went to such a 'liberal' church, she still recognized them as responsible people.

His Mom rejoined: "Just be sure to wear your helmet and pads and be home for dinner."

About mid-morning the next day Qiao had essentially dragged her twin brother to the park across the street from Zack's house hiding behind one of the many sprawling bushes.

Xiong was complaining. Indeed he felt like he being somehow not quite 'loyal' to his best friend. "What if Zack sees us?"

"Stop being a nin'. Just be careful. But we got to see who he's meeting. I know all his friends and for once I'm stumped."

Thus it was about 15 minutes later that they surreptitiously followed their friend at a distance and were aghast as he actually got into some fancy BMW which pulled over to the curb just outside the library about a block away. (His skate board apparently had been thrust into the back seat).

Qiao was annoyed. "Did you get a look at the driver? I couldn't see too clear. But damn Xiong! He must be old enough to drive. And did you see that car?!"

Later Qiao convinced herself that she simply had to discover who this boyfriend was. The next time she'd be more prepared. It was for Zack's protection after all. And thus would be put in place a series of events which would have considerable impact in Zack's life. And at least as much in her brother's.

Of course what was impacting Zack right at that moment was the feelings he was getting as he allowed Mr. Beau's hand to roam over his leg and every-once-in-a-while play with his rod hard boner as it was seemingly trying to rip right through his pants.

Mr. Beau smiled with anticipation. He was greatly encouraged by the boy's reaction. And not just the sexual one. The boy seemed quite eager and totally willing. As his right hand roamed about the boy's genitals, the boy actually opened his legs, inviting further contact. But Mr. Beau knew he had to be careful. He realized just how prone boys that age were to have a quick orgasm. Besides, if he was to navigate in the heavy traffic without an accident he'd better give more of his concentration on his own driving. Perhaps on future occasions he'd hire a limo and driver.

Mr. Beau pulled his hand away and addressed the boy: "Boy, what's with the skateboard and pads?"

Zack smiled nervously. "That's what I'm doing this afternoon after having lunch at a friend's house. Skateboarding at the park."

Mr. Beau laughed lightly at the boy's attempt at humor.

Man and boy engaged in inconsequential conversation for much of the trip to Mr. Beau's estate, and Mr. Beau was even a bit surprised that he was indeed interested in what was going on in Zack's life. And of course was determined to become a very major component of Zack's future. He was especially delighted to hear about the boy's disparagement of his parent's religious beliefs concerning gay sex. He knew that in order for him to successfully seduce a willing boy into the life of a gay submissive, the destructive pangs of any associative guilt must not be a factor.

Eventually the boy could not contain himself. "Mr. Beau, what are we going to be doing today? I've been dreaming about all kinds of things. You said something about real bondage stuff?"

Zack looked at Mr. Beau with a thrilled longing. If possible his own lust filled thoughts were even out pacing those of his lover.

"Ah boy, I can see you're as excited about this as much as I am. Well I had a harness made just for the occasion."

The boy seemed a bit mystified. "Harness?"

"Yes boy. Ever see some of the leather control harnesses on some of the guys on the Internet sites you mentioned?"

Zack's boner was now trying to rip out of his pants. And suddenly he found himself a bit embarrassed. He felt that some of the things which had really turned him on were quite kinky. He was too embarrassed to let them be known.

"Well. Sort of."

He was also remembering some of the things which appeared to be happening to those very people who he'd seen in some of those sites with bondage and SM. Though he definitely did NOT get excited about the SM parts. He had no understanding how anyone could actually like being hurt, and looked at Mr. Beau now with a sudden small tremor of fear.

Mr. Beau noticed the slight change in the boy's demeanor and voice and correctly discerned the reason.

"Look boy, the idea is for both of us to enjoy our time together. That includes you. Please don't worry. We will do nothing that you don't want."

Mr. Beau was confident however, that he could gradually introduce Zack to certain measures of discipline, including physical discipline if he were careful enough. He'd make sure that the boy was so caught up in the sexual arousal of the moment to see the gradual introduction of physical 'discipline' as a normal part of their sexual 'games.' He had a very soft strap he was considering using even this very day if he judged Zack appropriately conditioned and into a sufficiently submissive mind set. He'd mentioned to the boy briefly on their way back to his house last week that he would have a surprise for the boy. Some real bondage things. Mr. Beau was delighted at the boy's reaction both then and now. He'd reworked one of his upper body harnesses with wrist cuffs which he was now sure would fit Zack's body. There were even some leather and slightly padded ankle cuffs and shackles. The heavier and metal one's were for down the road 'aways.'

Mr. Beau would see how the boy was reacting to the simpler physical controls and if he thought his boy had progressed far enough, he'd introduce him to the X-frame he'd brought up from his dungeon. He would gradually introduce the boy to ever greater degrees of physical control in his effort to eventually gain considerable control over the boy emotionally and psychologically. He'd was definitely going to bend his boy's wants and desires toward his eventual sexual slavery. He intended to make sure that little Zack was kept in some manner of sexual arousal as much as possibly.

But fortunately for Zack, Mr. Beau was of the opinion that it was not just the master who should derive pleasure and satisfaction from their association and sex games. He wanted a willing slave, not a broken or even a coerced one. Physical control would precede emotional and cognitive control. And the very fabric of control would be kept as much as possible within a sexual context. And least for the very start. He only wished that there could be some way that eventually Zack could be kept as a full time slave.

Mr. Beau gave out an audible sigh. Well, dreams were important even if they were unrealistic. But he had a boy, a cute white blond boy, even if as yet on a purely part time basis. A boy who made his own sexual arousal flow through his entire body. He hoped that could gain enough control over the boy within the next several weeks so that his next main surprise could be sprung on the boy. Well, plans would have to be tentative for now. But hopefully he could actually bring his boy to perhaps the next master-slaveboy gatherings with several of his contemporaries. One such individual had had his own boy for almost a year and was currently in the very process of 'enslaving' him. Another, usually the host for these gatherings, had acquired his slave a couple years earlier. To think that this particular person was in fact a member of the FBI. Especially bizarre when he remembered the occasion which had first brought them together, soon after he'd gotten out of prison. He'd been used as a so-called 'expert' on the psychology and behavior of those clients buying the product being sold human trafficker. Agent Bristol had been involved in a task-force which was in the process of taking down one such trafficking ring. And it was very soon afterward when he'd discovered that said agent needed no additional advice on the subject.

Mr. Beau startled Zack as he laughed aloud at what he thought to be one of the world's greatest ironies.

As they entered the residence via the door from the large attached car port, Mr. Beau directed his boy to undress.

"Whenever you come into this house you are to conduct yourself as if I were your master. Remember like last time. And while you are acting as my slave you are to be naked. The air temp in the house has been raised slightly to make you feel more comfortable."

Zack hesitated momentarily at the abrupt change in the demeanor of his Mr. Beau. Mr. Beau took this moment to reassure the boy that nothing 'bad' was going to happen. But that their 'relationship' while together privately –- at least for the time being – was to be one of 'pretend' master and slave.

Mr. Beau smiled to reassure the small boy before him. He knelt down at the boy's feet, pulled the unresisting boy into his strong arms and gave him a big hug and spoke with real emotion. (An emotion that even surprised him a bit).

"Look boy. I know that you had no trouble last week with this. Wasn't it fun pretending that you were my slave? You have nothing to be concerned about. Remember I never had you do anything you didn't want happen."

Zack was quite reassured by the warm hug. And the man's words. And sexually thrilled. All concern fled.

"Sure Mr. Beau. It was just so sort of… well you seemed to become so scary all of a sudden."

"Just part of the act boy. Here I am your master. Especially when we are doing sex stuff." And to interject a bit of levity added: "Just don't forget and call me master when were out somewhere say getting a pizza."

They smiled at each other, but for quite diverse reasons. Mr. Beau fantasized about a future where Zack's calling him master was a fact of their relationship.

Mr. Beau then took on a more stern look. "OK boy. You are now a slave. My slave. You must do as I command. Right now you will remove all your clothes and place then on that small shelf behind you. You will then kneel before me and say: 'Your slave does as his master commands'."

By this time, having totally shucked off his previous misgivings, Zack was even smiling as he shucked off all his clothes. Again, just the idea of being naked so embarrassed and so thrilled him at the same time. His boner was as heard as it could possibly get.

Ten minutes later Zack was almost hyperventilating he was so excited. They were in a room Mr. Beau called the study and he was totally engaged in watching his 'master' as he produced an amazing kind of harness. He almost collapsed in Mr. Beau's arms as he was pulled close and the harness was being fitted to his small slender body. Zack had never known that a person could be so aroused. The series of belts was actually relatively simple. One long wide belt ran from the back of his neck, down the mid-line of his back where it joined two other similar belts, one just under his arms and another at his waist. The belts were about 3 inches [7½ cm] wide made of a leather covering over a padded interior stiffened by a steel web. At his neck was a third smaller belt which formed a collar.

Zack actually squealed as the first belt, the collar, was fitted about his neck and fastened with an audible click as it was secured in the back. He moved his head about and realized that he was almost forced to keep his head unbent. Next, two other belts were fitted about his chest and waist and likewise snapped together. This time Zack could look down and see the large metal clasp as the two ends of each belt was secured about his body. The fit was tight, and he squirmed quite a bit as the belt about his waist forced his stomach inward under his ribs. He squirmed even more when Mr. Beau's roaming hand lightly fondled his genitals and he emitted a sharp gasp when he felt a finger run through his butt cleft. He was also fascinated as the belt about his chest was interrupted by two metal rings which placed themselves exactly over his two nipples.

His 'master' explained. "We need to be able to have access to your cute sex parts. You will soon discover that your cute nibs can be erogenous zones and can be very sensitive when you are sexually aroused."

Right then Zack was wondering if his entire body was one big erogenous zone. He was quite content to allow his 'master' do as he planned. He found an amazing sexual thrill allowing his pretend master do with his naked body as he wanted. He just wished his 'master' would get naked.

It was the last 'belt' in the back which continued downward from waist which gave Zack the greatest thrill as it narrowed into more of a large thick cord which ran through his quite sensitive butt cleft and rubbed against his butt hole as his master pulled it between his legs and back up in front. Here it was interrupted by another metal ring which was fitted over his small boy genitals. Zack squealed even louder as his master's hand first pushed his small but rod stiff penis through the opening and then cringed as his testicles were forced through one after the other. The slight, and thankfully very transitory pain, had him gasping a bit before the ring was settled snugly against his groin. The wider belt from this ring was also attached by a similar clasp to the wide belt about his waist. The entire arrangement felt so amazing Zack realized that he was rising toward climax even with such minimal touching of his own small penis. Zack squirmed about bending this way and that getting the feel of the harness. It was that collar about his neck which caused his only concern. He wondered if it could be loosened just a bit but was not able to bring himself to question his 'master' about it. It sure stopped a lot of his ability to move his head.

"There boy. How does it feel? Feel free to walk about."

"Wow." It came out in a husky groan.

And then a sudden sting to his upper thigh.

Aaaahhh! He was momentarily stunned. And not a little hurt. More so emotionally than physically. Mr. Beau had somehow produced a short (and fortunately soft) strap and (fortunately) not too aggressively hit him on the leg.

"What was that for?"

"Mt. Beau smiled, trying to turn the situation into a learning one. "Boy, we agreed that you, for the time being, are my slave. Is that not correct?"

Zack, with many strong but conflicting emotions running rampant, replied with still a bit of hurt in his voice: "Sure, but that hurt! And how come?"

"Boy." Mr. Beau came up behind his 'slave for the day' and started lightly caressing first the spot on the boy's leg and then drawing his hand upward lightly fondling the boy's engorged penis and testicles. The boy again groaned but this time not from pain. "Boy, when being my slave then this means that I own you, and this must include most of all your sex parts. They are totally my property. Don't you agree?"

At this mention of ownership of his boy parts, coupled with the amazingly arousing touch from Mr. Beau's ebony fingers – so much more intense than that derived from touching himself – Zack was not only no longer caring about the momentary pain, but was surprised at the realization that, in context, even the swipe of the strap was so arousing. He almost forgot to answer, his thoughts were somewhat in conflict. And he was almost too afraid to really understand what was happening.

Another caress by his master's hand and fingers over his shoulder, back, and finally across his butt brought his attention back to his 'master.'

"Ah. Yeah. I mean yes 'master'."

Mr. Beau was smiling. "And therefore when you touched my property with your hand, do you understand exactly why you had to be reminded?"

Mr. Beau was trying to reinforce the notion that the painful swipe – and in truth it was not that painful – was an act of discipline. A learning experience. A very sexually charged learning experience. Zack was too eventually connect sexual pleasure with being controlled and when needed, disciplined. The pain merely being an aspect of a larger truth – slaves obey their masters, and give themselves, their entire selves to their masters.

"Yes master."

Zack, again in the grip of sexual heat so intense was happy to agree with anything. But a startling thought attached itself to his feelings of arousal and submission.

"Master it so weird. This for just a moment seemed all too real."

"That's the idea boy. For man and boy, the self images of master and slave act to enhance the sexual experience."

Mr. Black knew that he was not being entirely truthful. For himself this was definitely true. But he was only hoping that in Zack's case it would also prove to be a great motivator to become that submissive he wanted Zack to become.

"What are you feeling Zack? I mean emotionally?"

Zack tried to answer honestly. At that moment it would never occurred him to prevaricate. "I'm not sure completely. But wow I like what is happening so much."

"Including the necessary discipline?"

"I don't know for sure. At the time it came as a shock, and I was too hurt to think about it more than feeling a bit angry at you. But now I'm not sure."

"But what would you think if say 10 minutes from now I had to discipline you again? How do you think you would feel?"

"Well, I really don't like being hurt. But…, well, I guess to keep with the idea of master and slave, which REALLY get's me so revved up, I guess I could accept it as part of the whole thing."

Mr. Beau smiled. The boy was coming along quite well. But he would be careful to make sure that any discipline was accompanied with even greater measures of arousal for his boy.

"Look Zack." Mr. Beau wanted the boy to understand that besides being a slave, he was also a person that was valued and cared for. "I need to know when something is really wrong. When I perhaps have done something you don't want happening. Or are not ready for. After all boy, this is supposed to be very enjoyable for both of us."

And Mr. Beau was even surprised to recognize that this was largely true and it was not merely a means of manipulating his boy.

"Yes. Please, Mr. Beau, this is really all so exciting. Better than most of my fantasies."

"And you like the idea of being treated as a slave?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes master. And especially all the bondage stuff. When I saw all that kind of thing on the Internet It really got me fired up."

"Well boy, let's see what I can do."

And his boy gave out a small moan as he again fondled the boys genitals. This time the boy made no move to touch himself but stood quite passively leaning back into the body of his 'master.'

Mr. Beau was almost groaning himself as he too was so aroused seeing his cute white boy walking about so provocatively and positively obscene with his small jutting boner leading the way. He had planned first a small lunch before all the sex part of their activities but was wondering if he could resist from assaulting his boy immediately. But this was more than a mere engagement for satisfying his own sexual libido. He was determined to 'train' his boy as his slave. He wanted his boy to react positively to all that was happening to him. After today he wanted Zack to think of the word 'molest' as something positive and good. And possibly the idea of being controlled by his 'master' as something his boy would find sexually compelling and natural.

Thus it was about an hour later, having had lunch with his slave-in-training – having his boy serve his 'master' as part of his 'slave' training, when a very naked and very sex-charged boy Zack was to be further introduced to the world of true bondage and sexual control.

"Well boy, how's it feel serving your master in harness."

Zack was certain his boner had grown another inch [2½ cm]. Never before had he'd occupied himself in something so mundane as serving someone food yet found the situation so sexually and emotionally charged. He'd only wished his 'master' could also have been naked. He momentarily gave thought to wondering if Mr. Beau realized that a growing boy needed more than a couple slices of pizza. But in truth his urgent hunger came from many other sources. At first he didn't know how to react to being ordered about as if he were a real slave. Getting this. Providing that. And when not 'busy' kneeling at his master's side, and only getting fed himself from his master's hand. But overriding all his thoughts was the very fact that he simply couldn't ignore his vastly growing lust. He so wanted his 'master' to engage him is physical contact and yes! – sex! His teen hormones, even if his journey through puberty had just started, were raging almost out of control.

"Master, it almost makes me feel more than totally naked. If that's not impossible."

"That's the idea boy. And as for the other bondage gear you mentioned several times, I have a few surprises for you."

Mr. Beau attached a leash to the collar about his 'slave's' neck and led him to the room where he had the X-frame he set up in his study. He couldn't get enough of seeing the slim and youthful white boy body as he led the boy about his home. He even had to still his urge to confine the boy to his dungeon and get it all over with, but of course reason won out. The fleeting thought was more wish and fantasy anyway.

But the boy's reaction on seeing the bondage device was all Mr. Beau could have desired. The two huge posts made from dark mahogany shone under the lighting recessed into the ceiling. The weight of the thing caused Mr. Black to expend quite a bit of effort just to get the thing upstairs and set into its almost as heavy base. But it was all worth it just to see the boy's eyes as he almost danced over to the X-shaped frame.

"Boy, I must remind you. You will only do as I direct. Don't be concerned. I will assuredly affix your luscious body onto that cross. I have already adjusted the straps to fit your body."

The frame had been designed with smaller bodies in mind – like small teen slave boys. Mr. Beau noted the boy's pulsing and bone hard member. And again (very lightly) hit the boy again with the strap on his boy muscled thigh.

This time the boy, still so mesmerized both by the situation and his own arousal, merely gritted his teeth and voiced his apology: "Sorry master, it's really hard not to touch myself."

"Not to worry boy. I will be quite soon doing all the touching you could possibly want. And I will soon make sure that your wandering hand will not touch what they are not supposed to touch. But first I will direct you in undressing your master."

To the boy it seemed to take forever as his 'master' gave him specific orders. But eventually the boy gradually uncovered the supremely black body of the quite well put together man he's come to see as amazingly sexually attractive. His master's trimly muscled body had only the slightest hint of extra flesh about the hips and waist. (But heck, for a guy almost as old as his own Dad, the guy's body was amazing). Zack's shaking fingers finally pulled down his master's boxers to reveal a jutting penis fully 8 inches [20 cm] long and ebony black. Zack was suddenly so conscious of the fact that even last week, he had not really examined his 'master's body so closely and intimately. He so wanted to reach out and touch the huge black boner and hanging testicles but this was ultra new to his experience!

He looked up from his kneeling position and into his master's eyes, realizing that the only way he'd get the courage to actually touch another man's genitals was to be ordered to do so. His hand wavered toward the prize and then faltered.

Mr. Beau recognized what was happening. Zack was not merely young but so totally inexperienced. From their conversations, he knew that Zack, even including the sex they had last week, never actually touched his hand onto a man's fully engorged member. He only hoped that his own strength of purpose could discipline his own immensely growing desires.

He needed to train his boy. He was determined that as much as possible, the boy's sexual experience, especially orgasm, will occur only at the will and hand of his future master. Of course his main goal today will be to not only get his slave to bring him to climax using both his hands and mouth, and to willingly put his hand into his master's butt cleft and onto his own anal orifice, but to do so eagerly. And in this process, he would make every effort to guide his slave to the very extremes of sexual arousal, thus providing an atmosphere much more conducive to these goals.

It would be left to the future to make every effort to curtail the boy's efforts at self masturbation. This would no doubt include his boy's 'voluntary' submission to some effective use of a chastity device. Furthermore, he must eventually open the boy's anal passage up enough so that it will be able to accommodate his own 8 inch [20 cm] member with a minimum of pain. He would much rather entice the boy into submitting to anal intercourse, rather than force it upon him. Mr. Black was somewhat grateful that although his engorged penis was quite long, it was relatively slender in girth. But he had a series of fairly forgiving butt plugs that he had made and used on his former slave. Hopefully he could start this boy Zack on using them this very day.

Well, the boy's training would necessarily include in his correct handling and stimulation of his master's genitals.

"OK boy. Let's remember. I am the master and you are the slave. You not only obey every command, but you refrain from doing anything until your master directs you to do it."

The boy smiled. Mr. Beau smiled back. They both were aware of what almost happened.

"OK boy. I now order you to take ahold of your master's penis and slowly pleasure me."

With several corrections in technique, the boy was soon bringing Mr. black to orgasm. He then directed the boy in the use of his other hand to gently fondle his master's testicles and perineum. He first demonstrated this on the boy. And, Mr. Beau had to suddenly pull down on the boy's own testicles when he realized that the boy had been already at the brink of orgasm. That would definitely have spoiled his plans. Or at least delayed them.

"Aaahhh!" Zack groaned with displeasure at the very slight pain and more so at Mr. Black's apparent action to stop his orgasm.

"How come you did that? I was so close."

Mr. Beau reached around for the light soft strap. When Zack saw the strap he started to protest.

"Look Zack. You keep forgetting that I am the master here. I am the one to direct things. I absolutely assure you that I will bring your body to mind numbing climaxes. And more than once. Just remember last week."

"Well OK. But why the strap?"

"Slave, you forgot momentarily that you were the slave. And you twice now failed to address me as master."

Zack, despite the interruption in the proceedings, was still at a very heightened level of sexual arousal.

Zack replied: "Sorry. I mean sorry master. I will do better."

For you sincere apology I will only hit you once just to make sure you remember that all transgressions must be disciplined. Zack winced as the belt was swung at his tender white skinned back. Mr. Black was very careful to make the swat as much as possible merely a lesson rather than a hurtful swat. Even though the boy yelled at contact. But Mr. Black was quite assured when the boy actually smiled afterward and even replied without prompting: "Thank-you master."

Mr. Black laughed and asked: "What prompted that reply?"

Zack smiled: Happened to read something similar to this on the Internet. I'm just glad it didn't hurt that much."

"Very well boy. I know you are anxious to get to that frame you keep looking at behind me. But one thing first. I mentioned that I would make sure you would not be touching your own body for a while."

Zack was breathing quite hard as the second of two mitts were secured about his fisted hands. They were also surprisingly heavy. What he did not realize was that these mitts were quite unusual. Mr. Black had a true artisan make them.

Ok boy, very carefully now, attempt to rub your own genitals."

Zack was not reassured by what sounded like a small snicker coming from Mr. Beau's mouth. As he started to rub, Zack felt a significant piercing pain in that area of the mitt in contact with his own body.

"Owe! Holt crap! What the hell was that?" Zack quickly held his hand away from his body.

"That is the genius of those particular mitts. There are just within its surface a series of small needles, not long enough to do any real damage, but enough to stop any touching."

"Wow." Then Zack looked up at his master's smile and corrected himself. "I mean wow, master."

Mr. Black just lightly slapped the boy's shoulder. The boy was getting used to the minor swats and in fact smiled. He was so enjoying the moment.

"Good, and now the frame. Stand boy and position your body in front of the frame with your feet extended in front of the bottom pieces."

Zack more than promptly complied. His heart rate was up 50% along with his heightened enjoyment and arousal. He had quite fantasized about this kind of thing, and he realized that his fantasies were pale ghosts in comparison.

In fact as Mr. Beau was attaching the slightly cushioned cuffs about the boy's ankles, he was fearful that his boy would actually orgasm as the very slightest tough of his now copiously dripping penis. Mr. Beau, nonetheless, could not resist lightly traveling his hand up and down the boy's delectable white boy legs. He himself was also working towards a quite heightened arousal.

"Boy your body absolutely Beautiful. I can not seem to be able to touch it enough."

Zack moaned softly as Mr. Beau's hands roamed about his own body. In fact he'd forgotten for just a moment and almost reached down with one of his mittened hands. Mr. Beau was quick to act. He swiftly pulled each arm onto its respective post and again fastened the cuffs about the boy's slim wrists. Next came several additional straps which seemed to come to the boy as a surprise.

"Oh wow. That's…"

"No speaking boy, or I might have to put a gag in your mouth."

Additional straps went about the boy's upper arms, thighs, and waist. Mr. Beau then experimented in gradually pulling successive straps tighter and tighter. All it elicited was additional moans from his now nearly electrified boy.

"Now boy. How do you feel?"

"Of my god! I mean master it's fantastic. Better than merely imagining it happening to you."

"Glad you enjoy. Now here's what will be happening. I do not want you to get too anxious. I will gradually fondle your entire boy body, gradually homing on your sex parts. But you noticed that there are methods to keep a person from orgasm. Like when I pulled down on your testicles. I will probably be doing that several times so don not panic. I will not hurt, you. In fact any time you say stop, I will do so. Understand slave."

"Yes master."

"Now, you must also realize it is a slave's duty to minister to his master's needs also. So from time to time I will present my own penis to your mouth. You will not hesitate to take it into your mouth and suck on it."

At this pronouncement the buy started to speak but stopped before any recognizable phrase formed itself.

"Can you do this slave? I will not force you."

"I… master, I sort of want to so much but I… I never did anything like that yet."

"That's understandable slave. I won't force you. We will just proceed and we shall see what happens."

Zack was so in thrall to his young and rampantly raging teen hormones that all those words of caution the more sane and rational side of his personality was being totally ignored. Not even a glimmer in the background.

For the next half hour, Mr. Beau ran his boy through his paces. Again and again he brought him to near the very brink of sexual climax only to abruptly refocus the boy's attention to his master's body and his master's needs. Eventually the boy first tentatively opened his mouth for his master's penis. Zack was almost mesmerized by how big and how very black it was. He so wanted to swallow it but there was that small part of him that was still frightened. This was quite a step. But finally, while in a frisson of sexual excitement, while his master's hand's cupped his head, he started sucking on the stiff member and within a short moment his mouth was eagerly doing as ordered. So much so that Mr. Beau had to finally withdraw.

But the next time he didn't pull away.

"Slave, I am about to come. I want you to swallow as much as you are able."

And as the master reached his own amazing climax, with a bit of twisting downward, he reached down with his right hand and started masturbating the boy's own rigid pole. The timing was nearly perfect as master and slave came almost simultaneously.

Zack, in the midst of his own severe climax, barely worried as spurt after spurt of salty tasting cum poured into his mouth, and he reflexively started to swallow. Even at this a great amount leaked out and oozed down his chin. It wasn't until he started to recover when he realized he'd brought his own master to orgasm and even swallowed much of the out-pour.

Mr. Beau forced his attention back to his slave. "Enjoy that boy?"

"Wow. No words can describe it. It was so much more intense than anything before."

Zack was all smiles as he was released from the X-form, divested of his mittens and harness and literally carried into Mr. Beau's opulent bathroom where a hot bath was already awaiting. Mr. Beau then instructed his boy in exactly how a slave should minister to his master in the bath. He was most insistent that his slave clean his genitals and anal region very thoroughly.

"Look boy, do as I do to you."

Zack squealed (mostly in delight) as his master's soapy fingers made their was even into the velvety interior of his own anal opening. He hesitantly at first, did the same to his master. It took a little prodding and Mr. Beau taking the boy's fingers and actually inserting them within his own anal opening before the boy complied.

"But after several hesitant moments the boy's reticence seemed to fade.

"Wow, it so smooth inside!"

Mr. Beau was quite happy at the progress his boy had so far made. He eventually had the boy dry first his master's body and then his own, and then he easily lifted his precious white boy into his arms and brought him into his bedroom. This time he started teaching his boy the art of making man-boy love. He instructed his boy about the various parts of the body to be ministered to with both hand and tongue. The only thing he did eventually attempt was forcing his boy to apply his tongue to his master rectum or anal orifice. The boy did, nonetheless avidly lath his master's penis and large black orbs, but when Mr. Beau started trying to guide the boy's mouth further back he felt a slight resistance.

"No matter," Mr. Beau thought. "Next time."

They eventually made leisurely love. He was slightly envious of his new boy, as the boy himself gained two more orgasms to his master's one.

Mr. Beau was quite pleased with his boy's reactions so far to being so trained and manipulated. In fact he was coming to believe that young Zack could very well be gradually lead down the road to total sexual submission, and possibly at some later date, even into sexual slavery.

Hen they finally dressed, Zack realized that enough time had passed that he was quite hungry again.

Zack pulled in Mr. Beau's hand and quite cheekily stated: "Master, your slave needs more than just his master's…, than what he's so far had to eat." Zack at the last minute suddenly relapsed into his more normal inability to assert himself. And to actually say the word cum seemed suddenly too difficult.

Mr. Beau pretended aggrievement and replied: "So now the slave is given orders?"

"Zack smiled: Well, this slave happens to be a growing boy."

"Yes indeed," Mr. Beau thought. "A Beautiful and sexually alluring boy. The near perfect boy seen in many of his former fantasies."

When they came into the kitchen Zack was appalled at the time. "Wow. How can it already be six hours?"

Since Mr. Beau didn't want to reinforce Zack eating at his house without being in 'slave mode' so to speak, he quickly moved his boy out to his car and drove to the nearest fast food place where they sat down and ate many times the daily required dose of sugar, fat and cholesterol. Mr. Beau made every attempt to elicit from Zack just how he felt about what they both experienced during the previous six hours. He was quite happy to listen to Zack's excited enjoyment of "absolutely everything."

"Even those times your master had to discipline his slave."

Zack was momentarily scared but looked around and realized they could not be overheard. But when he looked back at Mr. Beau he hesitated.

"Well. I think it was totally Ok. I mean it sort of fit into what we were doing. And it really didn't hurt that much."

Eventually they made their way back to Mr. Beau's estate where Mr. Beau broached the subject of anal penetration.

"Look Zack. I will be completely up front. You must know that I eventually want to use my slave's butt hole for my own enjoyment."

Zack understood exactly when his 'master' was talking about. Sand he reflexively brought his hand back behind his butt.

"I'm afraid. I mean I think I'd want it to happen but damn Mr. Beau you're too big. I read enough to know that it can really hurt."

Zack actually wanted so much to allow his Mr. Beau do exactly that. Use him annually. And it wasn't until that very moment when Zack seemed to come to a small epiphany. The entire idea of top and bottom, aggressive partner and submissive, never really struck him with the force it did now. He remembered reading all about that stuff but this was the first time he connected this information with himself. He almost said to himself: "Duh!"

In fact he let out a small gasp.

"Boy, Perhaps you also read about how people can greatly minimize any pain involved and frequently eliminate it altogether." Mr. Beau was being deliberately optimistic.

Zack again remembered reading about how a boy's butt hole can be gradually opened up over a period of time. But he was too embarrassed again to speak about the methods he'd read about.

"Look boy. I am very experienced at this. You do remember I had a previous boy not much bigger than you. And I still have from back then a series of butt plugs which can be used to gradually loosen you up."

Zack was again fearful. "Mr. Beau, the idea is exciting but still it hurts. I men I tried a short while ago. I bought the very smallest plug on the Internet and tried. Even half way in it hurt too much."

Eventually Mr. Beau convinced Zack to try one of his specially made ones. Zack commented that it was a bit softer than the one he'd tried and even a bit smaller.

"Look Zack, I am quite sure that you were trying to push it in at the wrong angle. If pushed against your rectum wall it surely can hurt."

Zack eventually allowed his Mr. Beau to make an attempt to out the thing into his butt hole. And he was again quite aroused as he lay over a soft divan in the man's study with his knees on the floor and bent at 90 degrees. With a naked and exposed butt of course. With a bit of a twist, and a small push, and a liberal amount of KY, the thing easily popped into the boy's butt.

"Holy cow. That barely hurt at all. In fact it feels amazing."

Mr. Beau then brought over a small chest whose upper level contained a series of 12 butt plugs and a soft belt combination.

"What's that for?"

"It's easier to show you."

Mr. Beau had Zack stand still holding the plug inside. Zack found it hard as the plug seemed to want to 'squirt' out on its own. First a supple belt went around the boy's waist and an obvious strap arrangement, including a large ring which easily was situated over the boy's genitals, was attached both front and back. Zack squirmed as the corded part of the strap was threaded through an opening on the bottom of the butt plug and attached to the back of the belt.

"Stand and walk about a bit and see how that feels."

Zack did just that with his bare white and pleasing to behold but wiggled its way about the room.

"That feels really great and strange at the same time. And it so wants to make me pull a boner."

"Zack, I'd like to send you home with that along with two of the next bigger plugs, and see if you can try to open yourself up. Will you do that?"

Zack readily agreed withholding a small misgiving about the whole thing. Not because of the plugs themselves. That idea to him was great. But damn, he'd better not let anyone else discover what he was doing!

Mr. Beau then pulled out a quite simple ring and tube affair. The ring was metal and about an quarter inch [6 mm] wide. The tube was hardened acrylic and about three inches [7½ cm] long. It curved severely downward.

Mr. Beau smiled as he got his boy's attention away from his butt plugs. "About your pulling a boner. I have a cure for that."

Zack looked at the thing and instantly recognized its function. "Ah. I'm not sure about that Mr. Beau. I read about how frustrating something like that can be.

In truth Zack actually fantasized about being forced to wear some kind of chastity devices. He'd even found a site where they showed all different kinds. But they all had one thing in common – besides their function. They LOCKED on! And when spoken of in stories he'd read, someone else kept the key! But again, he also realized that that very idea got him quite excited. But he thought the plugs were quite a bit for right now.

"Maybe later Mr. Beau."

"Just maybe?" Mr. Beau recognized the boy's excitement concerning the device.

"Well definitely later."

Zack smiled at his ambiguous reply. So did Mr. Beau but with a much more sadistic thought. "Ok slave, later. Definitely. Juxtaposing the words deliberately.

Zack shivered but inside he was feeling some strange excitement he could not totally define.

An hour later, Mr. Beau dropped Zack off just a block from the skateboard park where he was still hoping to meet up with Qiao and Xiong. He still had a good 30 minutes before he was expected home. And as Zack approached the park he couldn't stop smiling. He could never remember himself this amazingly happy. And excited over future prospects. And he was trying to finagle some way he could be with his Mr. Beau the next weekend. Damn! He wished he could even stay overnight! Mr. Beau had even given him a cell phone that he could use to call him. (His parents had so far refused to buy him one). Damn! He had to keep his parents from finding out about that too!

About 5 miles [8 km] distant, while driving back to his estate, a smiling Mr. Black was having similar thoughts about that next weekend. And he thought that just maybe he had a wild plan.

Suddenly, a very introspective and unaware Zack was regaled by his 'occasional' girlfriend who immediately barraged him with five questions at once. Zack's thought momentarily thought back to the Charlie Brown cartoon he'd watched about a month ago. And he definitely knew just who could have auditioned for Lucy.

Maybe coming back to the skate park wasn't such a good idea after all.

Meanwhile, at the FBI headquarters, Agent August Bristol and two others including one Sergeant O'Malley and two members of the Crimes Against Children unit were nearing the end of a long and tedious briefing. Bristol was to be 'on loan' indefinitely and coordinate with the local authorities even if most of his own expertise, being with computers and the Internet, kept in fact in his own desk at headquarters.

Sergeant O'Malley was not liking how things had been laid out. Especially since it was he who had been detailed to liaise with one Beauregard Black.

"But why me? Wasn't it Special Agent August here who had done so in the past?"

It was Special Agent August Bristol's superior who replied. "Captain Maddox has put you on indefinite loan to this inter agency task-force. There was just another boy found recently near Detroit and he's in intensive care right now at Detroit General. The boy had been left for dead in a shallow ditch near the lake. Fortunately some sharp detective up there gave us a heads up when the boy mentioned the name of a Doctor Malad."

They were all aware by now that this name had been seen in connection to the ring presently being pursued.

"We now believe that this Detroit boy, a homeless Latino from a Miami group home, had been kidnapped by this same group."

"But sir. I'm sure that your own agent would be better suited. Especially since he'd already had some prior association with Mr. Black in the part. Not only that, but…"

Before he could continue Agent Bristol's superior interrupted.

"One, Agent Bristol will be too involved with his special skills trying to get information from the hard drives we've recovered and tracing those contacts from the Internet information. Furthermore, Agent Bristol and several of his team will be flying in a couple days to Kazakhstan to follow up on a new lead. But they have to be in place by the time we have Mr. Black attempting to contact a known member of this trafficking ring. We believe that we can track down this individual. Just three years ago this would have been beyond our capability, but we now have sophisticated software which can monitor literally millions of on line conversations and alert us when a set of certain words or phrases are encountered."

And then Agent Bristol smiled knowing just how O'Malley was going to react to his own rejoinder: "Besides O'Malley, Mr. Black himself stated that he much preferred dealing with us through you. You must have somehow convinced him that he could trust you."

O'Malley groaned loud enough to be heard. The others smiled. O'Malley had pulled an assignment no one else wanted.

Unknown to anyone else, Agent August Bristol also groaned, but for quite a different reason. It was rare that he worked in the field, and even rarer when he traveled. Now he'd have to 'board' his own slave for a few days. And with very little notice. Fortunately the very next day was to be a gathering at his own rather large (and inherited) estate where he'd be meeting his friend Mr. Boywright among several others including in total three masters with their three slaves, plus himself and his own boy, Tiwonge. He was sure that Mr. Boywright could 'board' his boy for whatever time was needed.

He was also anxious to finally meet Mr. Boywright's new slave, an infinitely cute Latino named Adulio. He'd only seen pictures. They boy was adorable, both in clothes and naked. In addition, he would also be entertaining another fellow slaveholder, a Doctor Shriveson, who would be bringing his own boy named Gung Bhan, a remarkable 16 year old of Vietnamese ethnicity. Though he was somewhat skeptical, the doctor had assured him that his own slave boy had been kept from entering puberty by a modification of already known drug regimens which can inhibit the body's HGH and other hormones connected with growth and the onset of puberty. He was quite curious to see the 16 year old who, as the doctor claimed, stood at a mere 5' 2" [1.57 m], weighed only 90 pounds [40 kg], and most importantly, had not the slightest vestige of having entered puberty.

And so all principals of this story are now caught up to the present time. Late morning the next day, August Bristol was entertaining the good Doctor Shriveson and another boy slaveholder from New York, Mark Peterson. (And damn, that Gung Bhan could not possibly be a day over 12! But the doctor had quite a bit of documentation to prove otherwise). In the very next room, enjoying a moment of relaxed discipline even if spiriting a myriad of restraints, were their respective slave boys, Mark's 12 year old 'houseboy' Billy, Shriveson's remarkable boy Gung Bhan, and his own Tiwonge, who was instructed to be ready to greet the last remaining master-boy pair yet to arrive, Mr. Boyton and his slaveboy Adulio. Though, according to Mr. Boyton, young Adulio was not yet aware of his impending 'enslavement,' which of course was to be part of the main entertainment that evening.

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