Dirt

Three Slaves

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

Chapter 5
What Does It Mean to Be a Slave?

(From the end of Chapter 2)

After about an hour's travel [from the estate of Ben Boywright], well past the northern suburbs of the city, Adulio was all eyes as estate after estate seemed to fill the landscape. Eventually the van stopped at a wrought iron gate and Mr. Ben pressed the intercom button and announced himself. The gate opened and the van proceeded. About a quarter of a mile later a large estate loomed upward even bigger than Mr. Ben's. Adulio's heart was racing. Here he was naked and trussed up and about to be seen by strangers! And led on a leash! What will those other boy's think? His Mr. Ben had to literally pull him from the seat of the van and propel him toward the door which now was opening. Stark raving fear seized the boy as he so desperately tried to hide his genitals with his hands. But what almost stopped him dead in his thoughts was the new apparition in front of him. There stood a boy, maybe just a bit older than himself, and also totally naked. But this boy was not only totally naked, but unabashedly smiling as if being naked like this was totally normal. It took several moments before Adulio realized that all was definitely not normal.

This boy was as black as anyone he had every seen, but it was what was attached to his body that attracted attention. Around the boy's neck was a collar at least three times the size of his own. And hanging down from the collar were two short chains attached to heavy wrist cuffs. The boy could only move his hands so far. Also attached to each ankle were two more cuffs and again attached to them was a heavy looking chain about a foot [30 cm] long. The boy had to make way with very small and carefully measured steps. And about the boy's torso was an elaborate leather harness. But it was the metal thing covering the entirety of the boy's penis and testicles – a penis only a bit bigger than his own – and the quite obvious plug pushed into the boy's rear entrance with something dangling from it below at least five inches [12½ cm] which, for some reason, not only startled him but brought his attention back to his own attachments, even if they were much less… well much less! And there was a big metal ring that seemed to go right through that metal thing encasing his penis. Holy smoke! It must actually go right through the end of his penis! And damn, the boy was smiling! Adulio could not quite know what to focus his attention on. He was finally brought out of his shock by the boy's words spoken with a very noticeable and strange accent.

"Welcome to the home of my master. Please make yourself at home. My name is Tiwonge and in the name of my master I welcome you. He is awaiting you both."

Tiwonge stared at the new visitors with bemused amusement and a healthy curiosity. His master kept insisting that he expand his horizons – though truth be told he wasn't quite sure what the scope of the sky had to do with changing how he thought about things. He gave a very subtle and unheard sigh. English was a terribly difficult language to master. And that word, master – he smiled at the way this word could be used so differently. And his next thought was about how so very fortunate he was – to be owned by the most absolute best master a boy could ever hope for. He hardly felt like a slave sometimes. The only disquieting thought came during those few times his master had talked about some far away future where he'd no longer be his master's slave. He'd become so very distraught at the prospect, his master had to finally console him by firmly promising him that he'd be the boy's master as long as he wished. What a so very strange master. To think he could be anything but a slave. And also those numerous times when his master asked him to make choices about his future. So VERY disquieting. But sometimes a little thrilling too.

But today was again a day to have great fun. (And tonight, after everyone has left, even greater fun). Tiwonge didn't often parade about so totally naked with all his sex attachments – only on special occasions like this. Even that big collar around his neck was something special. He usually wore a heavy gold chain, a chain his master had specially made so that his master could lock it on him. A token of his servitude to his master. And something he'd never had before even though in his own country he had been a slave since birth. But the things his master now made him wear were more about sex than about being a slave. And at times like this, he felt himself so controlled, which was the idea.

He thought back on all the confusion and strange ideas his new master confronted him with nearly two years ago. He kept trying to do all kinds of things for his new master and had trouble understanding that most of it, other people – other non-slaves – did. How strange. It was right away though, when he learned he had to be his master's bed-boy. That he knew something about. Some of the boy's and girls back in his own village (in the Republic of the Niger) had been used by men for sex. In fact, some of the boys had hoped to be sold to the boy brothel back in the city. He'd heard that those boys had to hardly work at all.

Tiwonge had never before understood about gay and straight, but as the years went by he realized that he sure liked being his master's bed-boy. He secretly thought of his master as HIS bed-man! And he was even thrilled as his master had started using things to tie him up or stretch him out. But it was only very recently when his master started having these visits by other masters and slaves when he was paraded around almost naked and wearing his sex things. He discovered he got so sexed up showing himself like this. And although he sure liked the feel of that harness about his trim body, he was so totally frustrated when his 'bura' tried to get bigger. Of course a good part of the idea of all this was for the show of it. And his master also claimed that having his boy in chains and other control things made him just that much more alluring. And lately, he himself had started feeling, he thought, just what his master meant. He was starting to become a man and his own urges were so much stronger when he felt his master taking more physical control of his body. And looking now down at his slim black body, Tiwonge realized that he was so different from that small skinny boy of almost two years ago. A boy so totally frightened of even his own ghost shadow, and so wanting to make sure that he pleased his new master.

In nearly two years Tiwonge had grown to an even five feet [1½ m] and weighed a healthy, though trim, 80 pounds [32 kg]. A small smirk rebounded through his thoughts if not passing by his lips as he thought about his current position in life. Just being his master's boy pleased his master. And of course being his master's bed-boy. What a so very strange country. He'd also learned a lot watching that big TV and even more recently discovering the world of the Internet. He had been totally shocked to discover that the law here did not allow him to be his master's slave. His master had eventually made him understand just how much trouble he'd be in if it was discovered. So he was always VERY careful what he said to other people. And it didn't just concern his master, the absolutely last thing he wanted was to be separated from his master and maybe even sent back to his own land where slaves suffered quite so much being made to do such long day labor. Here, as he kept realizing, in addition to being his master's bed-boy, he was more like his master's companion. Heck, most of the work about the master's house and property was done by others – who his master had quite a difficult time at the beginning explaining just why they too were not slaves. Yes, quite a strange country where free people did all the work, and slaveboys lived in luxury!

Tiwonge's thoughts were wrenched back to a sharp but muffled gasp coming from the little (not quite white?) boy's muzzled mouth. (He thought that this boy matched up with the many pictures he's seen of 'Spanish-type people). This boy was even more trussed up than himself. And wow! He'd seen pictures of gags and muzzles but this was the first in real life he'd actually seen them. It sort of sent a frisson of excitement through his body. Just maybe he'd talk to his master about him using such a thing in their sex games. But he suddenly became concerned at the boy's next reaction.

(Again from the end of Chapter 2)

Adulio was so taken with the visage and aspect of the boy's obvious status that it finally hit him. HOLY HOT FUCKING DAMN! He suddenly started shaking and turned in some effort to confront his Mr. Ben. Damn! That muzzle; he couldn't speak. But he so desperately wanted to be assured that what his brain was suddenly telling him, was wrong. Was he really now just like the boy at the door? Was he going to become Mr. Ben's REAL SLAVE?

And then another thought seized him in an almost panic. Was he ALREADY Mr. Ben's slave?

Finally Mr. Ben was starting to realize that his boy had actually understood all too well his situation. That he was to become more than just his Mr. Ben's pretend sex slave, but his slave in real life. The boy was quite intelligent after all.

Mr. Ben had to quite physically take control of his boy and exclaimed: "Be still boy and that thing will be out of your mouth in just a minute." He realized that perhaps the mouth gag and muzzle was perhaps a bit much at this early stage.

After settling his boy down, Mr. Ben removed first the outside muzzle, then the interior mouth gag, and finally the metal brace that had forced his boy's mouth into its wide open position. He then released the boy's wrist cuffs from his waist belt.

A very distraught Adulio started shouting: "Mr. Ben. Is that black boy a real slave? Is he an all the time slave?"

Mr. Ben would have preferred his boy to first get a bit acquainted with the other three slaves boys who were supposed to be here but he held his boy tight, a boy he realized was so very precious to him.

"Look boy, you need to trust me. I will never hurt you."

Adulio looked at his 'pretend' master and then back to that black boy in chains.

"Mr. Ben, he said he was welcoming us in the name of his master."

"Of course boy, just as I am YOUR master."

Adulio quieted down and tried to reassure himself that there really was no such thing as true slaves. "He isn't really a real slave?"

"Well boy, how about you go inside with this boy here and find out. There are also supposed to be three other slave boys here, and their masters. The idea 'Dulito is for you and the boys to get to know each other and just have fun for now."

By this time two other boys, each seemingly about Adulio's age, came out to see what all the commotion was about. They were quite curious about the new boy, one also in slave harness and collar. (Tiwonge still thought of the collar, harness, and chains more as things connected to sex. His being a slave was an idea that he'd never been without his entire life. But all the things now on him were only used like now, as a bit of show and when his master and he were involved in special sex or 'bura-dubura').

`Adulio was both frightened at being seen naked by so many strangers but soon felt entranced to note that the other boys, with one exception, were about as naked as he was. The boy on the right, the one with the very big smile, was obviously an oriental. He seemed 'almost' Japanese but not quite. (Adulio would later learn that this boy was Vietnamese). He was a bit taller than the black boy maybe by a couple inches [5 cm] but was somewhat more slender, perhaps about 90 pounds [40 kg]. He was also absolutely naked. Just a small leather collar about his neck and leather sandals on his feet. His little boy genitals were,… well,… little. And when he liked closer, saw that his small penis was in some kind of clear tube. There was not a hair on the boy's body except for short straight black a hair on his head. He also seemed not a bit concerned about being totally naked in front of everyone. Adulio also noted that his skin was almost as dark as his own, but in a more dusky tone.

The boy next to him was also about his own age, maybe even a bit younger. (Adulio realized that he himself was in fact quite small for his age at 4½ feet [1.07 m] and 65 pounds [30 kg]). This last boy was probably between Adulio and the black boy in size, perhaps a couple inches under five feet [c. 1½ cm], and maybe 85 to 90 pounds [38 to 40 kg]. Unlike the two boys next to him, he had maybe some real muscle on his small frame. But what had Adulio so wondering, was the boy's nationality. He seemed in feature more like every other white boy walking around, but there the resemblance stopped for the boy was an even duskier brown than himself or the oriental boy. He also wondered just what the boy's genitals looked like since unlike the other two, the boy was not just wearing sandals, but also was in a kind of short leather pants. They seemed quite tight but what grabbed Adulio's attention were the three small padlocks, one at the waist and two near the leg openings. He wondered if the boy could get out them if he needed to pee – or something. And this boy also had a smile though of lesser intensity than the oriental boy.

It was the black boy who finally made the next move. He came up to Mr. Ben and politely asked: "Good morning sir. I would welcome to my master's house, you and your boy. Sir, my master said that your boy could come with us and explore the grounds and stables."

At the sound of stables, Adulio's ears perked up, and without remembering that he was in pretend 'slave' mode, he merely asked: "I can go, can't I Mr. Ben?"

Mr. Ben nodded and then replied: "Just remember 'Dulito, that right now you are a slave. Make sure you are back in an hour and behave yourself. Remember we are guests here."

But Adulio was wondering about things when Tiwonge bowed to Mr. Ben, while the oriental boy just giggled as he knelt real quickly and then turned back toward the front door. The other boy just smiled and followed, with Tiwonge grabbing hold of his cuffed arm and pulled him behind.

At Adulio's initial resistance, the black boy stated: "Your name's Adulio right."

"Yeah, you're Ton-ge?"

The black boy laughed. "No, my name's Tiwonge. It's an African name. Where I'm from."

The other two boys were standing in the threshold of the door. The boy continued while pointing "His name's Billy, and his original parents had been from India, and that laughing hyena behind him is Gung. He's Vietnamese. And you will not believe this but he's not really as young as he looks…"

Tiwonge was interrupted as the boy in question loudly (and seemingly proudly) proclaimed: "I'm 16, almost 17. My master says he will keep me a boy like this as long as possible. He says I'm his great experiment."

Adulio was a bit horrified by this seemingly strange news. He wondered why this boy, Gung, didn't seem to mind. In fact his obvious happy demeanor was quite infectious. But before he could ask any questions, working his mouth and jaw to make sure it still worked after that gag thing, he was pulled inside.

"I thought we were going exploring. How come…"

Tiwonge replied: "We must be respectful of our masters. You must first present yourself at them. Your master," (who was also just behind the boys), "must present you to our other masters first."

Tiwonge then turned toward the other man and stated: "Sir, if you would please wish to meet my master?"

"Lead the way boy." Mr. Ben was quite taken with the astoundingly black boy with such accentuated Negroid features. Though he seemed not to be as formal as he and Adulio were when playing master and slave, the boy seemed quite deferential toward him.

Tiwonge led Mr. Ben, with the other boys trailing, into the hall and turned into what his master called the library. His master was seated on a fancy soft chair speaking to the other two masters in chairs facing him. The one on his master's left, was quite a flamboyant man, seemingly a still youthful looking 40 (though he'd just had his 50th birthday) in a not so conservative dark blue ascot drinking an expensive cognac. His name was Mark Peterson and his master said he was a playboy from New York. (Tiwonge had misinterpreted that thinking that his master meant that the man played with boys – just as his master certainly liked to do). Billy was supposed to be his slave even if Billy didn't act like it most times. Next to him was a man perhaps slightly younger looking and with some oriental in him too. Strangely he was called Dr. Steven Shreveson, (the name didn't seem to fit him). Tiwonge's master had told him that he was a famous doctor. What he was famous for never came up. He was Gung's master. Gung became quite reserved in the presence of his master, and even walked forward to kneel at the man's feet as Tiwonge awaited his own master's attention.

All the while Adulio was looking back at his master with some apprehension. Then all three men stood and faced them. Adulio suddenly felt so impossibly naked!

But it was Tiwonge who spoke first: "Masters, may I present to you Mr. Ben Boywright, and his boy Adulio."

Adulio, feeling his master's strong hand on his shoulder, remembered he was supposed to be his master's slave during this visit. He finally knelt and bowed his head as previously instructed. But he became quite concerned, and embarrassed, as his penis tried unsuccessfully to erect. Maybe that thing on his genitals was a good thing after all. It stopped him from getting a big boner even if it hurt at times. Though the Oriental boy didn't seem at all concerned that his own turgid member was standing out in all its 4 inch [10 cm] glory, showing a strange dusky tan in color through that clear plastic thing covering it. Adulio had a million questions.

But then, after the men who were seemingly ignoring the boys and exchanged greetings, it was the doctor who came right up to Adulio and told him to stand. Mr. Ben nodded and Adulio (embarrassingly) complied. But the man knelt and strangely, started to examine this penis and balls quite closely. It was only Mr. Ben's firm hand on his shoulder that kept him from running. The man scared him.

Then Mr. Ben told his boy to let the doctor examine him. Holy damn! Right in front of everyone. He wasn't sure he wanted to play at being Mr. Ben's slave right now, but was suddenly frozen to the spot as the doctor started fondling his boy parts. Damn those rings hurt when his penis tried to get bigger! He looked up at Mr. Ben and pleaded with his eyes.

"Doctor, perhaps it would be easier if the chastity rings were removed."

Adulio sighed with gratitude. But became so aroused again as his own Mr. Ben manipulated the device to get it off. He couldn't help himself. "Mr. Ben," he tried speaking in a whisper, "does this have to be done in front of everyone?"

"I thought you liked parading around with you boner sticking straight out?"

Adulio couldn't believe that his Mr. Ben spoke like that right out in front of everyone. And true enough his boner stiffened almost instantly to its 4 inch [10 cm] extreme. And the small bumps from that thing still inside started hurting just a bit as they pushed against his engorged penis from the inside.

The doctor smiled as he took ahold of Adulio's quite undeveloped testicles.

"Yes, definitely not far into puberty if at all. No sperm?"

The doctor was addressing his Mr. Ben.

"None at all, just some small fluid."

Then Adulio almost screeched as the doctor started to masturbate him, pulling on the end of the urethral sound. Adulio pulled away and yelled: "Mr. Ben. You promised!"

The doctor exclaimed at this behavior: "Your slave needs to be trained correctly."

Adulio, aghast at the man's words, and their possible implication again pleaded with his Mr. Ben. "I'm only his slave when we are having fun."

Mr. Ben Boywright came to his boy's rescue. "Only his master is allowed to touch his boy like that." Then looking at his boy stated: "Boy, the good doctor needs a sample. You will stand still." And at those words, Mr. Ben pulled out the sound – Adulio winced at the small pain – and started masturbating his boy. Adulio was absolutely embarrassed and in spite of this perhaps even more excited as he quickly came to a tremendous climax, body wracking spasms and several very small squirts of a clearish fluid. Fluid which he realized only several moments later as he recovered in his Mr. Ben's arms, that the doctor collected into a small, glass vial. When Adulio finally recovered his Mr. Ben took ahold of his now mostly soft penis and reinserted the sound with its three bumps. Adulio winced at the slight burning sensation even though the thing was quite smoothly polished.

"Mr. Boywright, I will be able to definitively answer your questions after I examine this. But I would at first glance believe that yes, your boy would be a perfect candidate."

Adulio was now not only embarrassed, but again worried. The other boys he realized were merely looking on as if this was all normal. Adulio, quite an assertive and forward boy most times, was suddenly afraid. And he wanted to just go home. Or at least get some clothes on. Geesh! After all.

Mr. Ben recognized his boy's reaction and pulled him into the next room. "Look boy. You're doing well. Just relax and enjoy. After all, the other boy's are naked too."

Adulio was still a bit frightened not understanding what all was going on, but intelligent enough to realize that there was more to this visit than just playing with other boys who were also acting as slaves. Even if one of them, the one called Billy, was not totally naked.

"Mr. Ben. Will you tell me the truth? Those boys in there. Are they… Are they real slaves? At least two of them seem to act like they are."

Mr. Ben decided that he was not going to lie. After all he would very soon be informing his own boy that he too was his de facto slave.

"Would it bother you if I said they were? How about asking them yourself?"

Adulio now understood better what was going on. But was almost too afraid to voice his own concerns. He finally bursts into tears and cried out: "You going to make me a real slave too?"

"'Dulito. Let me ask you a question. What would you say if I told you that you have already been my slave for quite some time?"

Adulo suddenly gasp in surprise. And started furiously thinking. "Already a slave?"

"Yes my boy. Whether you realized it or not."

"But Mr. Ben, how could I have been your slave? You let me do lots of things. And you never hurt me, even when I'm bad."

"Well, I have used that strap now and then. Besides, for me you are never bad. You are absolutely the very best boy there is. And even as my slave I will treat you like you deserve to be treated."

Adulio was wondering: "But now I will have to be your slave all the time? Even when we are not doing slave things?"

The boy was seemingly not making sense but Mr. Boywright understood perfectly. "Look boy, when we are doing sex stuff you are to be my slave as always. You enjoy it as much as I do. But all the other time, from now on, you will just call me master, that is unless there are other people around. Then it's just 'sir'. Not much will really change."

"You promise?"

"Of course boy. Now go and enjoy yourself… slaveboy."

Adulio finally smiled as he felt his master's hand caressing his small boy butt cheeks. "Yes Mr. Ben. I mean yes master."

"That's my 'Dulito. And have fun with your new friends. And ask them about being full time slave boys. They seem quite happy don't they?"

Adulio was quite mixed up but he truly trusted his Mr. Ben and also wanted to please him. "OK,… master."

Then a small sly smile warmed his features. "I will have fun but you must order me to."

Me. Ben laughed: "So ordered boy. So ordered."

Adulio took two steps but then returned. "Mr. Ben? Master?"

"Yes boy?"

"Can that thing in my penis come out? Please? It's hurting some."

Mr. Ben Boywright thought his boy had experienced enough of that kind of thing for one day, and promptly took out the modified sound from his boy's penis, while his boy gasped a bit as the three internal bumps were pulled through the inside of his urethra. Adulio sighed with relief when the thing was finally out.

"Will you be putting that thing on me again?"

"Well, a slave's sex parts belong to his master. So when necessary some kind of chastity device will be used quite often. But I promise you will still enjoy all our sex games."

Adulio wasn't quite sure what to think about all this, nor did he completely understand what 'chastity device' meant. But as confusing and worrisome things had been so far this day, he had to admit to himself that so far it was a bit exciting. Even the embarrassing and scary parts.

"Ok master. I'll try to be your good slave boy."

Mr. Boywright recognized that he wanted not only a slave boy, but a generally an enthusiastic one. He would have to take things slower he realized.

"Good boy. And I will try to be a good master. Now find out from the other boys about being a good slaveboy."

Ten minutes later, all four boys, two shod in sandals, while Billy and Adulio now shod in running shoes, bravely marched out onto the path towards the stable. All the usual employees were off for the weekend. Tiwonge led them and began answering all kinds of questions from Adulio.

"But real slavery's been outlawed everywhere!" insisted Adulio when Tiwonge talked about being born a slave.

"Don't matter. Just saying how I was brought up. And you had to work all the long day. Lots of the world still has slaves. Now I have it so good here. Though today, besides serving my master, I also have to do the cooking. And guess what, you all have to help me."

That brought on a whole additional spate of questions.

They got to the stable and the boys fed and watered the four horses but Tiwonge said he was not aloud to take the horses out.

"Not without an adult. Maybe tomorrow."

It was then Adulio who talked about his own horse. Billy seemed unimpressed but Gung was so hoping to be able to ride a horse sometime. Even if they were so big to a boy barely over 5 feet [1½ m] in height himself.

It was after all the excitement with the horses and finally turned to other topics when Adulio started again wondering about these boys being actual all the time slaves. They seemed pretty happy, except maybe Billy who didn't say much.

"I don't still understand Tiwonge. How can you like being a slave all the time?"

"I was born a slave. Where I am from, Tebu, master says its in a country called Niger. I grow up speaking Tebu language but learned small parts of English and some Hausa since my master would not speak Tebu. English now much better. To be not a slave I had never thought about. I will always be a slave. And back in my country it was very difficult. Working all the time and being beaten if you did something wrong. Always hungry. But my master here is so good to me. I am a most fortunate boy. He is so easy to obey."

"But you have to work all the time too."

Tiwonge smiled. Adulio was quite amazed at the contrast against his such black skin. "No. I just serve my master. And I enjoy my time with him. And when he not here, I can do many games and TV. After chores done. Only bad thing he make me do school too much."

When the questions got to the subject to how he got to this country and got Mr. Bristol as his master, Tiwonge said he would not answer. So Adulio started in on Gung. "So how about you? How did you become the doctor's slave?"

"He found me. I ran away from my foster family. It was so terrible there. Talking about being have to work all the time. I barely had time to do any school work. And the other boys treated me as some kind of terrible thing because I was from Vietnam. My grandparents came here after the war. I don't really remember them. My Dad took off and when my Mom died and I was put into this terrible home for unwanted boys. But it was even worse as a foster kid. I ran away. When winter came and I couldn't find enough food to eat and I was too cold. I was only 10 years old when master found me almost frozen in the park near the bay. I'd stolen some fish from the market there and had been trying to start a fire back behind some bushes. When he found me I did my usual thing. Asking for money if he wanted to use me for sex stuff. I was used it from the boy's home."

Billy was smirking at a lot at Gung's recitation. He said his story was much the same. But Adulio, having lived a much more secure and sheltered life was totally shocked at the things Gung and Billy were talking about. Finally Gung convinced him that being the doctor's slave boy was ten times better than anything else in his life.

"Sure, he make's me do all kinds of stuff and I have to let him control all my boy parts, as you can see, but heck, I actually like the way we have sex. The real thing I miss is being with other kids to play with. But my master does let me do some stuff On Line with other kids."

The topic eventually got to the special shorts Billy was wearing, He tried to explain how his penis was fitted right into a pouch and there was something sticking right into his butt hole. Billy, the only boy there wearing 'normal' apparrel even if quite skimpy, again sniggered saying: "My master calls me his 'houseboy' but I'm really there for sex. And I like it. Even more, I like him taking me all over the world. I have to pretend to be his son even though anyone can tell I'm Indian, and he's something else." (Billy had to explain his parents were from India, and not Native American).

Adulio also wondered how come Billy was so dark. Almost as dark as Tiwonge, but quite different in tone. Billy said that he barely remembered his parents but his Mom was even darker than he was. Adulio was also fascinated by Gung's 'shorts,' and had to inspect them and the three small locks.

Gung explained: "Only my master can get them off me. And he makes sure I get so sex charged for when we have sex. I guess we are all used for sex stuff. I don't know about all you but I sure like it. And my master promised me that he'd take care of me forever."

After a whole lot more questions and replies about Gung's life, Adulio started wondering about how young Gung looked.

"Gung, I don't understand. How can you be 17!"

Gung laughed: "My master gives me shots and also there is an implant thing in me. I can't never grow up. He said he's keeping me his little boy as long as he can."

All the boys got interested. Billy said that he wouldn't care if he could stay a boy forever. He so liked going all over the world with his master.

Tiwonge, however, stated otherwise. "I don't know. I think I want to grow to be a good man. But of course that worries me too. I always wonder how my master would care for me and how he'd be with me when I got a lot older. I can't imagine not being his bed-boy."

That also made Adulio think about his future. Mr. Ben had promised to send him to college and all after he grew up. But now he wondered what was going to happen since Mr. Ben seemed now to regard him as his slaveboy. He also started wondering how his Mama would take it if she found out. But heck, since they moved away, he hadn't even heard from her more than twice. Mr. Ben was his family.

Back in the lounge, the four masters had also been discussing topics related to their boys. Dr. Steven Shreveson spoke about his acquisition of his own boy Gung some seven years earlier.

"The boy would have been ruined in short order in the streets. There were lesions in his rectum, he was malnourished, but fortunately he had no STDs. He'd been quite grateful that I'd taken him in. But right up front I told him exactly what our relationship was to be. I was in fact testing the boy. I never intended on keeping him if he'd not shown a great tendency of submission. And of course he showed no aversion to being used for sex. He was in fact the tenth boy I'd rescued until I found the perfect boy to keep for my experiments. The other nine now have either homes I'd found them or are back in the Foster System."

The doctor then spelled out his experiments with drug regimens to hold off the onset of puberty along with inhibiting the Human Growth Hormone.

"Please note, these drugs are all on the market. I've just combined them for a very special use."

Ben Boywright, of course, was already familiar with the doctor's work. In fact that was one of the reason's for this visit. (There was also the 'entertainment' that evening if he was hoping his 'Dulito would respond positively to it).

It was Mark Peterson from New York, who proclaimed that he'd never worked a day in his life, and who now asked an obvious question. "Assuming that you can counter those hormones which allow the boy to mature, I have two questions. One, how long do you think you can keep your boy a boy, and two, are there any serious side effects?"

Dr. Shreveson smiled: "So far, Gung has been entirely asymptomatic and is still the same boy he was seven years ago. He is only a half inch [1½ cm] taller and about 7 pounds [3 kg] heavier. I plan to keep him a boy indefinitely. It pleases me. And there is the boy himself. So far he has been quite content to be the boy I want him to be. Of course he has quite the submissive personality and I make sure that he is well rewarded for his voluntary slavery. As to the latter, he is quite emotionally dependant upon his master. A perfect slave boy in all regards. The one thing I have been trying to do is finding him some kids he can associate with. Hence here I am. In fact I've been thinking of moving into this area for the time being. August here has informed me that he knows of at least two other men who have boys being kept in similar fashion and another acquaintance who has been recently grooming a boy for at least as a part time slave. Though personally, I can't see that being anything but trouble."

As they watched through an immense picture window the four boys interacting with one another, Ben Boywright was struck by the fact that Peterson's boy, Billy, was almost as dark as the African boy. However, his facial features, though heavy and rounded, were definitely of a predominantly 'Caucasian' ethnicity. He was also trying to decide if tonight's entertainment were still a go. He did not want to endanger the true relationship he'd engendered between he and his boy over the past year.

Meanwhile, back in the city, important plans were being made by the FBI. The terminus of the Internet connection was found to be based in Almaty, the former capital city of Kazakhstan. Also from this same locale was the origin of messages sent to finalize a deal by which two of the boys were sold by this group to the people in Chicago. Unfortunately, the messages seemed to have come from different connections which were only temporarily maintained. The one thing tying the two together were two names, a Dr. Malad, and a Mr. Awazzi. The other was the fact that the 'order' came from an ISP address which ended in the same city. This deliberate break in communication was what stopped the FBI from learning of the whereabouts of the 'ring's' headquarters, assuming that this did not move from time to time. It was finally decided to send Agent Bristol, along with technicians and equipment, to Kazakhstan, so that when Mr. Black put in his order, they would be able to eventually home in on the confederate who was acting (literally) as the middle man. They would then attempt to discover just who he is communicating with.

Several hours later, at the residence of Mr. Beauregard Black, a certain detective was having an apoplectic fit. At least internally. This same irate detective was addressing his (hopefully very short lived) 'partner,' one Mr. Beauregard Black.

"Impossible," O'Malley almost shouted. Abso-fucking-lutely NOT!" He was reacting to a plan put forth by Mr. Black.

Mr. Black regarded the detective with amusement. "But there will be no way I can make any deal, or even get any useful information, until I prove my 'bona fides'. Only after they have some hold on me, for example proof that I have committed a felonious act, and one connected with their own sort of activity, will they allow me any contact with any significant member of their group."

"So, Ok. The feds are good at this thing. They can provide you with a rap sheet and all manner of nefarious kinds of background." O'Malley suspected that nothing would have to be faked.

"Detective O'Malley. Stop being dense. Nothing like that will fly. Nor will they be especially interested. It's a common happenstance among pedophiles I've known. Only after sending them some sort of illegal tape or better yet, being seen on line committing some felonious act with a minor, will an outsider be trusted."

Almost afraid to ask, O'Malley asked the obvious question. "Ok, you have some porn – all you perverts have boy porn – just send them that?" He made it into a question.

Mr. Beau was getting more than annoyed. "In this case I'm afraid it may not be enough, but even then, it would possibly takes weeks for them to check me out. We need something much more obvious. Besides, I think the young boy would even enjoy it. I just need you to get him here."

After a struggle with his conscience, this time his conscience won out. "No. I will not be a party to this. I will not allow any boy, even a so-called willing one, be molested while I stand there doing nothing. Nor will Captain Maddox ever allow it."

Mr. Beauregard Black was well past annoyed. Too many boys were being seriously hurt, even killed. "Now you listen to me you hypocritical schmuck. How many under-aged prostitutes are working in this city right now? How many of then are forced or coerced? And what's being done about that right now? There are innocent boys out there, innocent boys not just forced into sex with these men, but harmed, and even killed. WE need to stop it."

O'Malley was getting just as fired up: "Now YOU listen to me you depraved miscreant. I will never, never be able to just stand around and allow you to molest this innocent kid."

Mr. Black wondered if he had acted correctly to have asked it be O'Malley who would handle things at this end. He made every attempt to calm himself down.

"Detective O'Malley. First of all, anything that happens between me and Zack will be totally consensual. I don't care that he's only 15. In many countries he'd be regarded as an adult. In any case he's quite mature enough to know exactly what's going on. I'm sure he'd even be anxious to help when he knows how serious this is. Secondly, I would be sure you'd have no real trouble if Zack were a girl. I'm sure your Captain wouldn't!"

O'Malley winced at this 'low blow'. Mr. Black knew about his captain's current indiscretion, an under-aged girl.

Mr. Black continued: "Besides, you need only to get the boy here using either the excuse we've discussed or invent one yourself."

O'Malley was more than pissed. To think he of all people had actually believed this pervert when he had previously stated that 'nothing untoward' happened with the boy. And now a double forked threat, both against himself, even if actual words weren't precisely stated, and the one against his captain.

"Look, if it will make you feel better, Zack will stay dressed. But it is necessary that whoever receives the live cam, it must show me in total control of the boy. I can even have Zack do a little acting. He can pretend he's not enjoying it."

O'Malley and Mr. Black knew who was going to win. It just took a bit more time.

Thus it was decided that Detective O'Malley would arrange to get Zack brought to his estate in time for the attempt to contact the members of the ring they did know about. And then hopefully, Agent Bristol will have been in place to follow up over in Kazakhstan. They would first coordinate their efforts with Agent Bristol and his technicians.

Meanwhile, back at the Bristol estate, a small Vietnamese boy was laying patiently atop a cushioned credenza. He was now sporting, besides his collar, four well padded cuffs at ankles and wrists, which were holding his limbs captive. And for this occasion, his special genital tube had been removed from his penis which was now standing up quite rigid.

"Turn on you stomach boy."

The boy, a bit self-conscious with three big adults surrounding him along with his master, nonetheless, hastily complied. With his body being so bound he needed a little help from his master who was caressing his beautiful naked body. This he seemed not to mind, but when he felt his master's hands on his butt, and then a finger begin to explore his small light brown ringed butt hole he began to squirm,

"Master, please not here."

A loud smack resounded across the room as the doctor gave the boy a good smack across his buttocks. The boy gasped and tried his best not to yell.

"Boy, you will do exactly as I command. I intend to show these gentleman just how I have been keeping you so young. How about just enjoying it."

"Ah… yes master."

Ben Boywright was pleased to note, that despite the boy's declarations, he started breathing in a way which could be interpreted as sexually 'turned-on'. He wondered how the boy would react to sexual stimulus considering the drug regimen he was being kept on.

As the boy's master, seemingly with great fondness, caressed the boy's smooth skinned light brown buns, pushing a caressing finger into the boy's deeply ridged anal ring, he spoke about his boy, and how fond he was of him.

Ben Boywright asked about the drug which stopped the advance through puberty.

Dr. Schriveson replied with a hint of condescension: "Actually we have the boy on four different drugs. One is the basic one to stop any progression or onset of puberty. It's an LHRH analog, a synthetic hormone that blocks the body's production of the sex hormones. Similar to Histrelin, but we use a yearly implant, which gives out measured doses according to the boy's body weight. I had tried other GnRH analogues, but Gung adjusted better to the former drug. He was just at that stage where his little wiener was starting to make itself known if you know what I mean, but now his entry into puberty has been put on hold, with its attendant secondary sex manifestations."

He then turned his boy onto his back and started fondling his immature genitals. The boy simply gave himself up to the ministrations without much of an outward fuss.

"You will note, his engorged 4 inch [10 cm] penis is the same size as it was seven years ago, and not a hair in sight."

Ben Boywright then observed: "But your boy has also not grown at all. There is more going on here than merely stopping the onset of puberty."

"Well yes." Gung started squirming and moaning as his master inserted a full digit well into his rectum. "We also have him on an HGH inhibitor. With that and several other protein inhibitors, his growth over his foreseeable future here will be kept to nearly zero."

"And, you will note, that he responds quite positively to sexual stimulation."

The good doctor started masturbating his slave in earnest and added another finger to the boy's anal massage.

"To keep in him aroused, I also have him on one of the Phosphodiesterase-5 inhibitors similar to the well known sildenifil, or tadalifil, (ie, viagra and cialis) but better suited to a prepubescent boy. On occasion I also use an injectable right into the boy's penis. Gung here actually responds quite well to a combination of alprostadil, papaverine hydrochloride, and phentolamine mesylate. One thing for sure, little Gung will be erected and quite on the edge sexually, whenever I want him to be. Note how the boy's tumescent penis, has been bouncing up and down quite fast? He is well conditioned for his use for sex, and in fact constantly looks forward to his use."

Ben Boywright, excited about future prospects for his own Adulio, inquired: "The test on my Adulio complete yet?"

"Yes. Definitely at the perfect physiological stage. I will start him on HGH blockers and nasal Histrelin, until an implant can be precisely calculated."

A little earlier in the evening it had been arranged for the night's entertainment to go as envisioned. Ben was excited. His Adulio seemed to have accepted the very fact of slavery – at least as the reality of the three boy's he'd been playing with all afternoon.

Soon after the principals had become acquainted and engaged in a lengthy information exchange about themselves and their respective boys, the four men had proceeded to stable to see how their respective boys were getting along. And of course to observe boy flesh at its most enticing. Mr. Ben was delighted to see how well his own Adulio had been getting along with the other boys, and even more so seeming so at ease with his naked state in front of both boys and men. After a fun filled afternoon, the time for the night's dinner and entertainment was at hand. They rounded up the boys, got them cleaned up, and then dressed for the occasion. Tiwonge, with help from the other boys, prepared most of the dinner (most of it actually from a catering service and which only needing a heat up). All four boys were to serve their respective master. Adulio, though up 'til now not required to be his master's servant on most occasions, did have sufficient experience. Though Billy ordinarily never wore what many masters would consider 'slave accoutrement,' for this occasion he did wear a very heavy silver chain around his neck in a sort of camaraderie with the other 'slaves' taking part in this evening's meal.

Four adults watched with various measures of amusement and with different expectations as the four boys wheeled in several carts. Adulio watched the other boys and became somewhat bemused as he witnessed the manner in which they behaved about their masters. It gradually became a reality to him, even if he was barely able to believe it, that not only did the adults think of the boys as slaves, but the boys totally accepted it. They kept telling him that they were all real slaves but it was hard to totally take it in. After all, up 'til this very day, he never gave any real credence to the fact that true slavery did exist in the world. Especially in this country. He kept copying the other boys and did as they did, but even more so he was trying his best to understand just how his relationship with his Mr. Ben had changed. Mr. Ben sure acted through the entire procedure that he was indeed his slave, just like when they had their sex games. It felt sure weird to keep up the acting not only when not having sex, but especially in front of strangers. And especially being naked the whole while.

But it was after dinner – the boys were finally allowed to at from a tray of leftovers placed on the floor – when Adulio was trying to sort things out. Billy was so 'ho-hum' about everything. As if serving his master and how they interacted was just so absolutely normal. He was so obviously not the slightest bit afraid of what his master might do. The one time he dropped something while serving, he almost giggled when his master told him that he'd have a penalty to pay for this later that night. Whatever that meant. And even Tiwonge, even if he served his master so naturally, also so naturally 'acted' like a slave. He remembered seeing several movies which depicted slaves in the Old South, and it seemed that Tiwonge could have fit in there perfectly. Like it was so totally 'normal' for him to be a slave, and his own Mr. Bristol to be his master. But what struck Adulio so forcefully was just how Gung acted. Like he had to act, do, and speak absolutely so perfectly in his role as slave or there would be CONSEQUENCES. It wasn't as if he seemed especially worried, but more like he was especially careful and precise. And unlike the other two boys, Gung would be kneeling at his master's side whenever not doing something his master wanted. Adulio himself, just stood behind his master's chair. Their slave sex game didn't seem to give him any precedent as to just how he should really be doing things. He just copied what he was seeing and what he was comfortable with. His Mr. Ben seemed not to be that concerned. Occasionally he wondered if he REALLY was to be Mr. Ben's real slave. It felt so unreal. So impossible. And another thing he kept trying to think through was just when his Mr. Ben seemed to imply that he HAD ALREADY been his slave for some time.

Of course there was one small frisson of excitement about this entire thing about slaves and masters. Just as he was so thrilled when they played their slave sex games, now, even without the sex part, something about the idea still sent a thrill through him. Maybe things would be good after all. One thing certain, he sure did NOT want to 'lose' his Mr. Ben. He so much was closer to him than he'd ever been with either of his parents.

Later, Tiwonge showed what they all had to do to clean up. With four boys it took little time. Heck, the huge dishwasher did a lot of the work. Finally they were all called into big den. (Tiwonge called it the library). Four big fat easy chairs were placed in a semi circle at one end of the room next to the now closed drapes. A small fire was in the fireplace in spite of the warm weather.

It was the doctor, rather than the host, who now seemed to take charge.

"Boys, for the remainder you are all to follow precisely what your master's command." He looked at his own boy who was just kneeling at his feet, and spoke: "Gung, remember how I expect you to behave. I want you to bring back the small black bag."

Gung, now with only cuffs attached to wrists and ankles, stood, bowed to his master, and then ran to the stairs.

Adulio noticed that Tiwonge merely squeezed himself into the same seat with his master. He was suddenly aware of some real bond between them even if Tiwonge claimed to be a real slave. But what surprised Adulio next was how Billy seemed to become so unlike his (up 'til then) free spirited and casual self. He stood in front of his master, Mr. Peterson, as he took out a key, undid the three locks on the boy's strange kind of shorts, and then undid two zippers. Even so it was a bit of s struggle to divest the boy of this strange garment. And that was when Adulio became astonished at what he saw at the boy's groin. There was some sort of metal contraption attached to his very black colored genitals including a long curved tube. But it was not just the fact that he'd been in some sort of chastity thing all day, but the size of it that amazed him. This was not some little boy! At least in the sex department. Adulio, almost without realizing it, was looking down at his own small boner and back to Billy's. Wow, Billy was maybe even bigger than his Mr. Ben!

Adulio was looking on almost forgetting his own naked self. But what Mr. Peterson did next surprised him. He picked up some sort of leather strap arrangement, had the boy turn around, and he proceeded to bind the boy's wrist behind him as they were crossed over each other. The boy could later barely move him arms anywhere. Then he turned his boy around and removed the metal tube from the boy's penis. Wow, was that boy huge. Or rather his penis. It had to jut outward at least 7 inches [18 cm]! And the testicles swinging beneath were probably larger than his own Mr. Ben's! And if possible, his genitals were almost as black as Tiwonge's.

Billy gave out a small sigh when he was released from his penis prison. Of course now he still could not touch himself. Adulio was starting to understand just what Billy meant when he claimed earlier, and so nonchalantly, that he's never touched his own 'boned up equipment' since becoming his master's slaveboy. Adulio noticed that he seemed not in the least concerned when his master pulled him onto his lap and started fondling his huge 'boned up equipment'. He just seemed to melt against his master and enjoy the experience.

Just then Gung came back skidding to a stop in front of his master, knelt, and bowed. And spoke: "As my master commanded." At the same time he gave his master a small leather bag. Adulio was quite curious not just about the bag and what might be in it, but about the seemingly sudden change in Gung's demeanor. As if for he and his master, the business of master and slave was very, very serious. And DEFINITELY NOT any kind of game, sex or otherwise. Adulio looked up at his own Mr. Ben, and wondered just how things might change even if his Mr. Ben assured him there would not be much difference. But he thought, how can there not? There were plenty of times when he'd been left by himself, or when he'd been with his tutors. (Mr. Ben was sort of home schooling him).

Gung stood in front of his master and allowed himself to be fitted with the items from the bag. Four leather cuffs were locked onto the boys wrists and ankles, and wide belts found their way about the boys waist and upper thighs. To the latter were secured the boy's wrist cuffs, and to the waist belt were extensions which were fastened about the boy's upper arms. The boy seemed to not only acquiesce to this treatment, but seemed to enjoy it. Finally the boy's ankles were fastened together and he was lifted atop a padded credenza. Dr. Shreveson then proceeded to explain to those assembled just what he had been doing to keep his boy, a boy.

Adulio had watched with intense curiosity as the Vietnamese boy was fitted with his sex things and then placed atop the big piece of furniture for some kind of demonstration. He did not entirely understand what all was talked about but the entire proceeding had him quite a bit excited and aroused. He understood one main thing – that somehow this doctor had somehow made little Gung, stay little. This he wondered about. At least Gung seemed not to mind. But when his Mr. Ben made mention of himself he became a little alarmed. What kind of test was his Mr. Ben talking about?

Adulio became even more anxious when the doctor swung around and included him in the conversation.

The doctor had been saying something about drugs for himself: "I will start him on HGH blockers and nasal Histrelin, until an implant can be precisely calculated."

Adulio looked at his Mr. Ben and then back at the doctor. "Mr. Ben? What's … I don't need no drugs." The fear on Adulio's face was quite evident.

Mr. Ben pulled his 'Dulito into his arms and tried to reassure him.

"Look boy. You know by now that you are now my precious slave boy. Just like the other boys here today. I just decided to have a little ceremony here celebrating the fact to all here that you are indeed my most precious boy."

Mr. Ben then brought Adulio into the middle of the room.

Adulio stood there a bit shaken, while looking at the other boys who seemed to think that all this was quite normal. A few tears started sunning down his cheeks.

With quivering lips, and a slightly shivering body, little Adulio queried his Mr. Ben: "You're going to make me an all the time slave?"

"Yes boy. But remember. You know that I have cared for you so much this past year. And I will always care for you. But I just want my boy for a few more years."

Ben then took his boy into his string arms and engaged his boy in a very intimate kiss. Adulio squirmed a bit, never having done something like this right out in front of other people. But as his Mr. Ben tenderly held him in his strong arms, and as the kiss became much more intense, Adulio simply gave himself over to his Mr. Ben. Finally he felt himself being lifted onto the high bench.

His Mr. Ben then addressed all the people who were looking on so avidly. "And to mark such a momentous occasion I have a present for my boy."

At this Mr. Ben took from his pocket a very heavy almost collar like gold chain. "This collar is to symbolize the fact that I am now your master, and you are now my slave."

Adulio even surprised himself as he felt a weird and wonderful thrill surge through his little boy body as the collar chain was secured about his neck. He knew with certainty that he was definitely Mr. Ben's slave boy.

His master then spoke to him: "Remember my precious 'Dulito, I still want that same brash, brazen, and smiling boy I've already had this past year. You give me life. And energy."

Adulio then received congratulations from the other masters and slaves.

Much later that night, after that Dr. Shreveson gave him two shots and made him inhale some nose spray, he asked his master.: "Mr. Ben? Gung's master has been keeping him a boy for seven years already. Will you do the same with me?"

"Will that be so bad 'Dulito? I want you to be my boy for as long as it is possible. But I also want you to enjoy it as much as your master."

That night, after he and his master had engaged in their usual hours of sex, Adulio realized he was more worried about his parents finding out about he and his master, then that the fact he had a master. And he inquired about this.

"Look boy. As a slave you have only one thing to be concerned about. Making your master happy. I will take care of everything else, including your parents. And by the way. I was thinking about a vacation to celebrate. I want suggestions about where you would like to go tomorrow – after I show you just how you are to serve your master his breakfast."

It was three evenings later when Xiong hustled back home from his one of his anticipated visits to his friend's house, when he breathlessly announced to his sister that Zack had been arrested. He had been just about to turn into Zack's walkway when he'd heard some strange 'screechy' voice coming from a car right in front of the house – parked on the wrong side. And just then Zack had been escorted out of his front door by this big scary looking guy in a rumpled suit.

"There was a police car, cops, and everything!" Xiong was finally able to squeeze out of his heaving chest as he tried to catch his breath. "Zack, when he saw me, got this strange look on his face and didn't even say 'hi'."

Qiao, recognizing that her brother frequently get things blown up way out of reason and fact, was quite skeptical.

"And last month you were 'abso-positively' certain that Mr. Quigley (one of the school's janitors) had found a bomb in the gym."

Ziong, who had finally calmed his breathing if not his emotions, blurted out: "But Qiao, it WAS a police car, and it was Zack who was ushered into it! I saw it with my own eyes."

Now even Qiao was getting a little concerned. Even her brother couldn't… or maybe he could.

"A cop car, black and white with lights on top?"

Xiong deflated a bit at this question. But he was still sure; there was a radio making cop-type sounds, a shotgun locked between the front seats, and several antennas coming out of the back. And the guy sure behaved like a cop as he was putting Zack in the car.

He tried to explain all this but after his sister's interrogation, he was no longer quite sure.

Finally Ziong had to admit: "Ok, so Zack didn't look scared, but…"

"But you said he waved to his parents and even they didn't seem very upset, It was probably one of the Brothers from that weird church of his taking him to a Bible class or something."

"But I KNOW it was a cop car. I can't be that mistaken."

Eventually they finally agreed to find out tomorrow, that was IF Zack was in school tomorrow. One thing Qaio was certain, she was definitely going to find out just what was happening to her friend Zack, and not just this cop stuff. It was also that mysterious boyfriend too.

At that moment, instead of the downtown Precinct where Detective O'Malley had explained to Zack's parents where he needed to take their son, to identify a suspect in a robbery he supposedly witnessed that very afternoon, he turned north towards the estate of Mr. Beauregard Black. O'Malley was gritting his teeth as he looked at they small naïve boy sitting next to him. A boy who seemed actually delighted at this unexpected event. An event for which O'Malley had previously explained to Zack the day before, getting their 'stories' straight.

"Look boy, don't let that man do anything to you."

Zack looked at the cop with a big question mark. He wondered just what this cop knew. Especially since he was the one who had brought Zack to Mr. Beau's place in the first place. He certainly knew enough to explain that Mr. Beau needed him for something important that evening, and it had to do with men doing things with boys. Mr. Beau had spoken with him just the day before on that new cell phone he'd given him. But Zack couldn't make himself talk about such things. Even with his Mr. Beau he almost always needed to be led both in conversation and the acts themselves when it involved sex stuff. Zack was even quite embarrassed just thinking about such things in front of the cop.

Detective O'Malley was surprised just how easily his taking possession of Zack had been. His parents seemed to take the position that it had to be somehow Zack's fault to have been somehow involved in a robbery.

Detective O'Malley was starting to wonder just where Zack was better served. "I assure you, Zack is just a witness. But a very important one. We will have him back in a few hours. And we would welcome one of you coming if you think it necessary."

O'Malley had absolutely no desire to have one of Zack's parents come along. It would entail a lot of finagling. To separate parent from Zack and then get Zack to Mr. Beau's residence in time.

Zack knew that his father was more interested in getting to the church's Wednesday Bible study which he usually helped run. And only lamented the fact that Zack would miss this important church function.

It was only a half hour later when Mr. Beau had brought Zack again into the study. The X-shaped cross was still there. Too bad tonight was not about him and Mr. Beau having sex. Well at least not like that past two weekends.

"Mr. Beau, I'm scared. I don't know what to do?"

Mr. Beau looked with a small amount of exasperation, but a much larger measure of mirth at such a cute but still naïve boy. "Look, Zack, I'll do all the talking. All you have to do is merely be yourself. With one stipulation. Just remember, while we are in front of the camera, you are to pretend to be my slave for real. Not just for one of our games."

"Well, I'm still scared. What if I make some mistake?"

"Boy, just react to what I say and do. You can't make any mistake."

"But what if I say the wrong thing?"

Mr. Beau smiled. "Well, that's why I have this for you. You won't be ABLE to say the wrong thing."

Zack was both frightened but even more so excited when he saw just what his Mr. Beau was holding up. It was quite obvious even to a near beginner at bondage and restraints. He just was a bit worried about the size of the part which apparently was to be put into his mouth. But his suddenly amped up sex drive easily overcame any minor misgivings. Just looking at all the straps which would bind the thing to his face and head had him boned up as hard as ever.

Mr. Beau looked at the boy's obvious excitement and physical arousal and smiled. This was almost too easy. The next step in binding the boy to himself. Now to reinforce the emotional binding.

"I see you are quite receptive boy. Remember, I'm now your master. You will only do as I instruct. You have on your belt and butt plug inserted?"

Zack, on a sex high which brooked absolutely no second thoughts or even the slightest misgivings, replied almost in a trance.

"Yes master. And I got in the biggest of the three plugs just for tonight. It only hurt a little bit."

Actually it hurt more than a little bit, but he wanted to please his 'master'. And himself of course. He was constantly fantasizing about his Mr. Beau putting much more than a mere object into his rear end. His boner was stretched to the limit just now thinking about it.

Mr. Beau was a bit surprised. That third plug had been a lot bigger (relatively speaking) than the other two. "I said you had the whole week to get used to the first two boy."

"Well Mr… I mean master, I just couldn't wait." And recognizing belatedly that he had not been entirely truthful with his 'master' he abashedly added: "Well, maybe it hurt more than a little. But I'm totally Ok."

Mr. Beau was pleased. And not just about the plug. The boy evidently was compelled not to prevaricate with his 'master'. Another sign of the boy's sexually submissive personality. He was determined to take advantage of this advancement in the boy's 'training'.

"Good boy. Very, very good. Remember, a slave NEVER lies to his master. Even if it is difficult."

Zack was relieved and smiled at his 'master's' praise. And wow was he so horny.

"Now just one more thing Zack. Please do not get alarmed tonight when I mention anything about no longer wanting you or even thinking about selling you or trading you for another perhaps younger boy. It's part of what I need to say. Just remember, it is YOU Zack whom I want. Understand Zack?"

"I guess so. But younger? I'm just barely able to have sex now."

Mr. Black again smiled at the boy's inexperience. And ignorance about men and boys. Especially those, unlike himself, who liked much younger boys – prepubescent boys.

"Zack, there are many men who only want boys who are still totally prepubescent. You know what that means."

Zack shook his head even if he was having a hard time with the idea of a man wanting such a young boy.

"I guess."

"You know that even young boys can have an orgasm; they are just not consumed by raging hormones that young teens are. But I assure you, even if they can not shoot sperm, they can have what is called a dry orgasm."

Mr. Beau was anxious not to give his boy any negative thoughts concerning himself and HIS boy.

"Look Zack, these man, as I explained, do things to boys the boys don't want. They hurt them, and even worse. We must stop them."

Zack, was again totally motivated. And not just by wanting to help Mr. Beau stop these men. But also just to please his Mr. Beau. Of course his extreme sexual arousal seemed to put a glaze of pleasure over everything.

Mr. Beau, in spite of what he'd told O'Malley, who was making himself comfortable in the kitchen with a 18 year old Talisker, a single malt Isle of Skye scotch. Not a drink to Mr. Black's taste, but a fine whisky nonetheless, he was going to have Zack be totally naked for the 'interview'.

"Boy, undress completely and put your clothes over on the couch."

A very thrilled boy instantly complied. Getting naked in front of his Mr. Beau was amazingly thrilling even if he still felt a bit embarrassed being naked in front of people to begin with. Two minutes later, an obedient 'slaveboy' stood in front of his master being 'inspected'.

"Turn all they way around boy. I need to see my cute slave."

Zack was thrilled as he felt his 'master's' hand caress his body with light touches, even to his butt cleft, which had the cord of that belt thing riding up, and almost came on the spot at his second hand started fondling his boy parts.

"Stay still boy. I need to get you ready for our show. Just remember, no matter what you hear me say, it is only YOU whom I really want."

The perfect truth.

Zack tried his best not to stay perfectly still as his master first fitted the high collar about his neck. And then the cuffs around his wrist and ankles. Next came a short chain joining his ankle cuffs, and an even smaller one, about 6 inches [15 cm], securing his wrists. Next came something new, a short chain, about 10 inches [25 cm] long, was attached to his collar and joined to the middle of his wrist chain. Zack's rigid 4 inch [10 cm] penis was dripping copiously. Mr. Beau was quite in lust with his boy, and delighted in seeing his boy's 4 inch [10 cm] pale cream colored glory sticking out horizontally. (Mr. Beau's own penis, though underneath clothing, was also straining forward).

Zack was starting to feel that strange enthrallment where he just enjoying being manipulated and restrained. Mr. Beau then checked the boy's butt plug, and the harness holding it. He checked the supple leather harness to make sure it had been cinched correctly. It had. The very idea of this kind of submission had him almost at climax even without being touched. Of course that big plug – big to Zack – didn't help.

Now for the mouth gag. The gag itself was quite flexible and would not put undo strain on the boy's jaw. (There were harsher gags in a certain drawer, but they was in Zach's future). This particular gag fit well into the boy's mouth with only a short end exposed in the open mouth. From this extended a bar to the sides of the boy's mouth, not too unlike a bit, but putting no real pressure on the tender mouth. The ends had two leather straps, one to be secured about the back of the boy's head, and the other, coming up from under the chin, forming an upside down 'Y' along the nose, and then joining to go over the head and back to the first strap where it too was secured. With small adjustments here and there his slave was totally incapable of opening his mouth. Of course speech was quite muffled. Mr. Beau had been watching how Zack had been reacting to such an invasive device and was happy to note that the boy merely leaned into him and moaned with exceptional teen arousal as it was being fitted.

"How's that feel boy?"

Mr. Beau laughed at Zack's attempt to reply. He then turned the boy about to make sure his boy was 'presentable'.

"Now this is what will happen boy. You will be off camera until I ask you to come to me. Don't worry about anything else. I will do the rest."

Zack hobbled off stage, so to speak. He could only take small steps; he was quite thrilled about everything. Even if he seemed to be drooling a bit with that gag thing. His engorged penis, which he now could not reach with his hands unless he bent way over, was bouncing up and down with his heart beat.

Ten minutes into the all important Internet call, using Indigo Scape for visual and audio communication, Mr. Beau had progressed far enough in the negotiations that he brought Zack into range of the pickup. He was finally speaking with one of the supposed principals of the boy ring he was trying to infiltrate, assuring the man, who was speaking perfectly unaccented English, that he was exactly what he portended to be – a man wanting a small 8 year old boy.

Mr. Beau was totally aware that this call not only had to be timed correctly, but it was essential that he stay in communication so that Special Agent Bristol, who was now in Almaty, Kazakhstan, would be able to locate the IP address and the whereabouts of the person running that end of the operation's communication link.

Looking off camera Mr. Beau gave instruction: "Boy, come show yourself."

Zack almost stumbled as he walked to his 'master'. He was then situated in front of Mr. Beau and then turned to face the camera.

"Here, as you can obviously see, is the reason I need a new boy. This one's getting far too old."

As he said this he started masturbating Zack's penis. Zack could not help himself as he leaned almost automatically back into the body of his 'master' and started moaning through his gag. It was not long before a totally aroused boy started spurting. One, two, three,… four good squirts of young teen cum spouted forwards towards the cameras. Zack had just allowed things to happen.

"As you can see, he is unfortunately well into puberty."

At the visual act before him, Mr. Awazzi, visibly changed his demeanor. One could never be too careful. But now…

"Ah, I can definitely see your problem. I assure you we have a fine selection of boys in all age ranges and many racial characteristics, and all quite alluring. And we guarantee good health. I will send you an electronic catalogue so you can peruse it at your leisure. Please note the prices are not negotiable."

Mr. Beau was annoyed his boy had come so fast. He had been instructed to keep this connection as long as possible. The agents in Kazakhstan, had to locate exactly where this transmission was terminating. And of course more importantly, the origin and terminus of that next transmission which would lead from Kazakhstan to the principals who were running this trafficking operation.

Mr. Beau inquired: "Are you sure you have a boy at the correct age? He must be fair and blond, blue eyes, and absolutely no older than eight. I have only had this slave for four years, and I want to get a longer time out of my next boy."

Zack was now able to see the man on the other side of the camera, as the image appeared on the screen. He was totally normal. Not what he would have imagined. He tried to look back at Mr. Beau and received a resounding smack on his naked and vulnerable bottom.

"Behave boy, or I just might sell you to this gentleman."

Zack's eyes watered. That really hurt. But he realized that he was supposed to be a real slave. He stood straighter.

"You seem not to have total control of your own boy, Mr. Black. A slave needs total discipline. Even one so cute."

It was quite evident that the speaker too was a boy lover. But of the worst kind. In fact he was not a boy 'lover' per se, but a boy user. Mr. Beau had to exercise good control not to evince his disdain for such a creature.

"Mr. Awazzi, I will also send you references to an account I have in a Caiman bank. You will see that I can more than afford several of your most tantalizing boys. Please note I need him capable of speaking English, though he need not be from my country. Perhaps a boy from Europe?"

Mr. Beau was trying to garner information as much as possible, but Mr. Awazzi did not rise to the bait.

"I assure you that our catalogue gives all necessary information including a video of each boy totally naked and showing all facets of his anatomy. Of course it will be your task to train the boy as needed for your… shall we say, your particular taste. If you make your choice known by 10 am tomorrow, we could have the boy at your location for inspection as early as this coming Saturday. Good day, Mr. Black."

The communications link was abruptly severed.

A blip on his computer screen notified that an encrypted file had been received. Mr. Black already had the code to unencrypted it. He was actually looking forward to seeing the boys available in all their naked little boy glory. Too bad he would be ordering a boy far too young for his actual taste which ran to teens actually capable of being compelled by their own sex drives. Like Zack!

Mt. Bear then addressed his own boy: "Ok boy, now you must attend to your master's needs."

Zack was totally compliant as his 'master' had him open his pants and expose this 'master's' amazingly black and now engorged penis. Mr. Beau guided the boy in his ministrations. The boy was quickly becoming adept at fellatio even if he could not engulf more than half of the 8 inch [25 cm] member. Mr. Beau showed his boy just how to use one hand on the top of his penis and the other alternating from his deep cleft to a tender manipulation of his master's genitals.

Unfortunately there was no more time than for that one climax. But he was still working on having the boy for an entire day that next weekend. Zack was totally thrilled at the night's events, especially the bondage stuff and of course his own orgasm. There were a couple things he did learn that evening in addition to the amazing sex. One, after he had that orgasm, and wasn't quite in the thrall of arousal, some of the small discomforts of his restraints started to bother him a bit, especially that mouth gag. But strangely, in spite of this, it was the IDEA of being so much controlled that now fueled his passion as much as his own physical arousal had done. He would have to talk to his Mr. Beau about that soon. The other thing he learned was that he LIKED bringing pleasure to his 'master'.

After he was brought home by that cop, Zack had wondered about people's perception – like that of the cop – at what he and Mr. Beau was doing. In no way could he think that Mr. Beau was doing anything 'bad'. At least to be actually arrested for. So he was more determined never to allow anything to come out that could hurt him. He also had the next two larger butt plugs with him, though he realized it could be even more than several days before he was ready for the next one. It was quite large, causing his rectum to accommodate a width of almost 1½ inches [4 cm] before it narrowed again. He was also annoyed to note that his parents didn't even wait up for him. His Mom had just left a note about Xiong calling. And to make sure he made his sandwiches for school lunch. His own brother didn't even seem to have enough curiosity to stay up and steal into his room to discover what his trip to the police station had been all about. Of course he was grateful for that. To say that he and his brother didn't agree on much was to say that the Indians weren't treated too well by the new colonists. He wondered for the millionth time if he had been adopted. He used to fantasize about Xiong's parents wanting another son. He was either with Xiong or over his house, it seemed, more than he was at home. (Or skateboarding, with Xiong or Qiao, or 'at the library,' really with Xiong, or at some affair at school, again actually with Xiong).

Zack went to bed thinking about Mr. Beau and the bizarre but exciting situation that had occasioned that curious 'visit' with the sinister Mr. Awazzi. Mr. Beau had mentioned that he was helping the police in their effort to capture those people kidnapping boys and then selling them. (Though a romanticized version of this had fueled some of his notable sexual fantasies). Of course then Mr. Beau mentioned some of the horrible things which was happening to some of these boys. He decided right then and there he'd help if at all possible.

Then Zack started thinking about his sex with Mr. Beau. He had no difficulty holding the image of his loving Mr. Beau in mind as his sexual fantasies rook hold of him. He again marveled at the black skin and the strong streamlined build of his 'master'. Things, which for some unknown reason, totally pleased him sexually. He drifted asleep with the assurance from Mr. Beau that he would arrange some way for them to be together again sometime this coming weekend. 'Skateboarding days' with Xiong could not be used too often, especially since his parents did, on occasion, speak with those of Xiong and Qiao. Even if his parents more than mildly disapproved of their such liberal attitudes and worse, their liberal church.

Special Agent August Bristol went to bed thinking about his upcoming trip to Kazakhstan. He'd made arrangements for Tiwonge to stay with Mr. Ben Boywright for the next five days while he was away. (He was quite happy that such trips for him were most unusual). His thoughts soon strayed to much more prurient images as Tiwonge, now totally naked, who did his best to engage his master in their special 'wiggie-wiggie' or 'bura-dubura' sex. Bristol never could stop marveling at the fact that sex with his boy was better than ever. He soon explored almost every square inch of his boy's luxurious black skin concentrating on his boy's still small genitals and exquisitely firm butt. And his boy never seemed to flag in his determination to make his master enjoy their union every bit as much as he himself did. Finally, Bristol shoved his engorged penis into his boy's inviting black anal opening and utilized it's main purpose.

As Tiwonge bathed in the usual afterglow of the sex with his master, he wondered, with equal measures of apprehension and excitement, of his upcoming trip to the estate of Mr. Boywright and his slave. He'd rarely been anywhere but ensconced on his master's property but had mixed feelings about being separated for so long from his beloved master, almost feeling guilty since a good part of him was excited at this new adventure.

As Xiong rested in his comfortable he was finding it difficult to get to sleep. He found himself very restive as he was finally succumbing to his sister's apparent paranoia concerning his best friend's strange behavior over the past week or so. Qiao proclaimed in her usual 'I am the ruler of my universe' way, that she was definitely going discover just who Zack's boyfriend was, and where he was going, when he asked them to alibi for him.

His sister's last words to him before she closed the door to her own room clearly reverberated inside his skull: "The next time Zack gets into his boyfriend's car, we have to find a way to discover just where he goes."