Unikue

The Hidden Village Secret

The challenge was to write a short story with the following setting: This large town is located in the desert and looks run-down. It is best-known for a tumultuous history and its beautiful park. Also, rumor has it that the inhabitants are hiding something.

Andrew and Kyle had been enjoying their vacation. It was just after school ended, their parents both working at Silicon Valley companies you probably already know about. But how can young boys pass up a road trip vacation? They took a month road trip across a few states.

First it was Las Vegas, with the amazing lights and sounds – but none of the famous Nevadan prostitution. They camped out among the stars for a week, seeing the Milky Way for the first time with their own eyes. It inspired them, and made them realize how small they were in the grand scheme of things.

Roswell had the usual alien stuff, but they had been pushing that stuff for a hundred and fifty years. They saw the Drug War Museum in Ciudad Juarez. But by the time it was nearing the end of July, they made it to Armstrong in Texas.

You might miss it on a map, it looks isolated and rundown. They are in the middle of a desert, but there is an attractive looking diner on the outside of town. So they stopped in there for some food.

They parked in the back, and sat in a booth. The waitress walked up to the booth and asked, "What can I get you to drink?"

The father, Peter, replied, "We will have two coffees, and the boys will have two sodas. We are going to the trade show, our boys have never been."

"Well, they are in for a treat. I will get you tickets for the show!" the waitress replied. She walked off, and returned with the coffee and sodas. She handed Peter four tickets, two blue and two red. "What can I get you to eat?" she inquired.

Peter said, "I'll have a hamburger."

His wife, Laura said, "I'll get the same. I think our boys might not be hungry right now."

By now both boys had already drank half of their special soda, and nodded to their mother.

The waitress got their burgers. The two adults ate as the boys watched, but didn't say anything. After they were all done, Peter paid for everything. The waitress said, "You'll want to go through the side door and walk into town, otherwise you'll miss the show."

So Peter brought everyone to the side door, and walked through it. Laura was behind the boys, so they walked through and Andrew noticed the desert had turned to grassland and there were a lot more people visible in town. He asked his father, "Dad, where did all the people and the grass come from?"

"They are here to see you at the trade show, Andrew," he said. Normally, that would have sounded peculiar, but Andrew didn't seem to feel like saying much after he had the soda. His father said, "Now we better get you ready for the show!"

They started near the park, where there was a man in the park talking about the history of the town, it used to be an old slave town back in the 19th century. The civil war didn't end much, but after the crash, a lot of the people left and slavery with it – nobody could sustain it. But oil was discovered and the town had another boom town, and its isolation allowed some kinds of slavery to exist out of sight. But the oil went a few decades back.

No matter the interest of the boys, Peter and Laura brought both of them to a shop with collars in the front window. The older shopkeeper welcomed them, "I have a wide variety of modern collars, from simple GPS collars to the more expensive shock collars. What do you think your budget is?"

Peter said first, "I think five hundred each."

Laura chimed in, "Something stylish."

The man glanced at the two boys, and selected two white collars with red edging. Their mother looked at them, and put them next to each of their boys. "Oh I think these will look great for the show!"

"That will be $875, please!" the old man said. They paid, and their father used the electric key and opened up the collars.

"Andrew, come over and try this on!" his father said.

Andrew went over and looked at it, "I don't want to dad! It looks ugly." The older man was standing behind Andrew and his father motioned for the old man and he put his hands to restraint the twelve year old's shoulders and the white collar with red trim was put around his neck. The collars are meant to be slightly bigger. But his father closed it, and it beeped. The internal diameter contracted and two barbs touched his neck as he felt it tightening against his adam's apple. He choked once, but got used to it – and didn't say another word about it.

"Kyle, look how nice your brother looks with his collar!" his mother said.

Kyle looked and the ten year old agreed, "Yeah, can I have the other one?" So they put on his collar in the same way. They were out on the street in a few minutes, and the boys noticed other boys with their parents – they all had collars on. Some boys didn't even have shirts, and others were just down to their shorts.

The next shop had leather ropes and other things the boys didn't know. Peter was talking to the shopkeeper, and she grabbed two ropes, four tubes – two hollowed and two solid, and two pacifiers. Everything was put into a bag except the ropes which were tied around their collars.

Just before the next shop Andrew saw a boy naked and collared down the road. But for some reason he couldn't think much more about it. But his parents brought him and his brother into a shop with a bunch of cages. Some advertised as economical, others as supreme comfort.

"What kind of housing can I interest you in?" the shopkeeper asked.

Laura said, "I would like something comfortable but still economical."

The shopkeeper looked at Andrew and said, "Would you prefer supine, or four legged? The supine can be more comfortable, but it takes up more room, and is more expensive."

Peter said, "Can we see a four legged?"

The shopkeeper brought over a small cage with some padding on a slanted bottom. "To really get a sense, we should try a fitting," he said.

"That's a good idea," Peter said.

"I will need the older one to strip, unnecessary clothes will misrepresent the fit," the shopkeeper said.

Laura told Andrew, "Take off all of your clothes, dear."

Without thinking too much about it, and surprising himself, he started to take off his shirt and shoes. He grabbed the elastic of his shorts and underwear and pulled them both down and over his feet. The boy was now completely naked except for his collar.

The shopkeeper opened the front part of the cage, and said, "Boy, get on your hands and knees, and go in backwards."

Andrew got on his hands and knees in front of the cage and slowly made it in. The shopkeeper said, "Duck your head." He had to lower his head because only the lower part opened up. His feet made it to the back of the cage and his knees were positioned on cushioned pads. "Now raise your head and put your arms down at the side." Andrew put his head up into the enclosed head space, and his arms supported him. The shopkeeper closed the front of the cage, and a cushioned part for his belly was just in front now. "Now rest against the cushion boy."

Andrew looked like a perfect fit. The shopkeeper was keen on pointing out the advantages of the four legged cage. He took a gag from the counter and put it into a slot in the headspace of the cage. Andrew was forced to have it in his mouth. "This cage is excellent for feeding applications. It can also take attachments for cleaning behind and regular maintance of milking cycles."

Peter was convinced. He said, "We will take two, the other one should be just a little bit smaller."

The shopkeeper rung up everything, and Andrew released to stand beside his new cage still naked and gagged. Peter asked, "Do you have any larger gags?"

The shopkeeper produced a display, "Your boy is wearing a number 10B right now, for his size we have them going up to 15EE. The 15EE is called the ThroatSinger, it allows feeding through it. Your other boy should be able to take a 14DD. We also have a special procedure to remove the eight front teeth and attach mounts so the gag doesn't get damaged or require a band."

Peter asked Laura, "Do you think we should do the procedure, or just get the gags?"

She said, "The procedure has other benefits, lets go for it."

Peter said, "We'll take them with the procedure."

Andrew was said down in a chair and tied down. He was relieved for a moment when his 10B gag was taken out, but terrified when the man put a wire mouth opener into his mouth. He couldn't close his mouth. The man brought a pair of tooth pullers, and started pulling his front teeth. He couldn't make much noise but was feeling a lot of pain and blood was plentiful. After the teeth were taken, the man put in two studs right between where his two front teeth had been. After the mouth was washed out and the gums stopped bleeding, the man put in the 15EE monster gag, locking it into the studs. He was gagging on his new mouth filler.

Kyle was said in the chair next, he kept his clothes on, but the removal of his teeth were just as brutal. The gag wasn't as big as his brother's, but close enough.

With Andrew naked, they decided to put the flexible tube over his penis while it was still soft.

Their parents paid the shopkeeper and kept the receipt.

The parents walked out with their boys, Andrew remained naked, and Kyle kept his clothing. Two cute girls in long dresses caught the boys' attentions, and one came to Andrew and started rubbing his caged penis. The boy's eyes showed his distress as his penis tried to break free of its bondage. She told him, "Its too bad, I would have liked this one."

The other girl came to Kyle and rubbed his free penis. She pulled down Kyle's pants and said, "That looks like a nice sausage over the balls!" She asked Laura, "Could I have him, just in case he is done?"

Laura nods.

The girl lifts up her dress and reveals she doesn't have any underwear on, and guides the eleven year old's cock into her. He instinctively fucks her while Andrew is being driven wild by the other girl's rubbing.

After Kyle and the girl are done, Peter tells him, "Give the girls your shorts and underwear, you won't need them anymore." Kyle takes them off the rest of the way and his shoes, so he is only wearing his shirt. Laura puts on the flexible tube on his now flaccid penis.

The family went across to the park, and saw a line up of boys next to a clothing donation table. They went right there. Ahead of them, the boys were starting to take off their clothes, fold them, and put them on the table where volunteers would classify them.

"Kyle, give the ladies your shirt," Laura ordered. He didn't say anything and just gave them his shirt folded up.

The next table was the registration table, "Welcome to the trade show, I see you brought two beautiful boys. Do you have the registration information?" the woman asked.

"Right here," his father said handing the registration forms with the two hundred dollar registration fee.

"Okay, we need to get your boys marked. Do you want the boys castrated or kept intact?"

Peter said, "Both can be castrated, if needed."

The man said, "Perfect. We will give them both pull rings, and mark their bums."

Andrew was first. He was laid on a table with his legs spread. The man pointed a laser tagger to the boy's bum and it put the black lettering of his registration serial number. He also slid a tight wrong around the boy's big testicles.

Kyle was next. He was done exactly as his brother was.

"The next station is just over there, they shave and wash the boys, and rest them in their cages," the man said.

Both naked boys had their heads shaved and whole bodies washed. They were walked over to the cages their parents had already bought, which was surrounded by about twenty other boys in a similar situation. They got in their cage, but before they got to the back each felt something on their bums. They had stopped, but the man said, "Go on, it won't hurt much," as he gave Andrew a push. He went further back and a tube impaled his bum. Both boys were impaled, and the man put a pod connected to a tube on the end of their cocks and put a feeding tube into their gags.

For the next twenty minutes, their bum was cleaned out. But at the thirty minute mark their prostate was getting massaged. A huge ejaculation came out of all the boys around them within thirty seconds of each other. It was followed by fluid flowing into their gags and being deposited on their tongues for a taste of the group cum before it flowed down the back of their throats.

This sequence continued five different times before noon the next morning. The boys were released around 11am the next morning. Each had a rope connecting to their collars and handcuffed hands behind their backs.

Andrew was brought up to a pedestal and the man at the lectern said, "Look at this fine slave! He is strong, and tooth gagged. He can be castrated on request. Do I hear $10,000?"

A man raised his hand.

"Do I hear $12,000, for this beautiful slave?"

Another man raised his hand.

It went back and forth before finally he was sold for $25,000. His brother came next, and bought for $26,000 by the same man.

And so it went at the 230th annual slaveboy show in Armstrong Texas. If you go there, be sure to go through the diner, or else you might miss it.

The End