This is a work of fiction if your not 18 what you doing on this site
as i walked down the aisle of slaves one drew my attention he was half way down the line as i approched the manager said that slaves down here have minor defects and where more taxing to train but this boy keep my attention as i drew closer i noticed marks on his face and chest as i steped in front of him he immediatly went to the present postion for a unowned slave as he turned to present his ass i noticed more marks they where tattoos from the one on his ass i was able to tell what the others where to they where bootprints tattooed on him perm "why does this thing have tattoos thought all your property was new" "um well this boy was previously owned and was taken on as a special case SIR" the manager said i thougth it over for a min "BOY TURN AND FACE ME" I ordered and promply he turned around and faced me i could see the pain and disobedence in his eyes and new he was the boy for me "why do you have marks bitch" he looked down at my boots then back up asking "permission to speak" i nodded my head so far his well behaved "a pervious owner decided to make me his boot licker and to commerate perm marked my body with this shit" "SMACK SMACK" two quick hits from the manager and the slave went back to postion head bowed hands behind his back i looked at him up and down nice young boy his id said he was 24 6'5" about 220 but very lean looking body bald all over not even an eyebrow on any but the tats are what got my 8inch hard i could feel the wet spot form then i noticed a special note on his card "hypno trained to lick boots uncontrolabley" key "bootbitch" well i could not pass this up and had to try "bootbitch" i said outloud and he had a strange look on his face as he lunged at my boots licking and growling like a animal in heat the guards ran after him but i just laughed and saw him being restrained with straight jacket i saw his eyes where wild his tounge sticking out drool comeing down his mouth this lill fucker was perfect "hes sold boys load him up
i tossed them a whole box of diapers "make sure he wears them all i dont want the box messed up on the 1000 mile trip home "i aint wearing no faggot diapers and what the hell is this box i aint no piece of mail" next thing i knew my slave was convulsing on the floor screaming in pain "what the" i said out loud as the manager walks up handing me a keychain "its his remote his collar and restraints all have torture devises in them one press and hes down
they unhooked him from the wall and dragged him out of the display hall "he will be in the mail tonight Sir" i walked over to my slave boy drooling on the floor half awake whispering in his ear "rest up slave boy we gonna have loads of fun when u arrive" i scratched his ear and left the room