HARBOUR MASTER, Part 22
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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The next morning I told Matt he couldn't come to Slaves For You as he was likely to be too emotional - it would be better for me to go and complete the deal.
I left him gagged and chained as usual, but I wondered if it was really necessary - knowing that I was bringing Bill home, would he attempt to escape, or to turn me in? But I decided to play safe, and drove to the dealers.
Gunther was unbelievably professional, and I signed numerous papers giving me ownership of "a male slave, no known defects, whose serial number is 0730823506". I handed over much of the cash we'd taken away the previous day, then Gunther told me the slave would be ready for collection in the delivery bay, and that I could drive around from the general parking lot. He clasped my hand warmly, and asked me to call him that night "now that you're staying here, so I can arrange to show you more of the town." Actually, I quite liked the guy, and it was a pity I wasn't going to stay around and take up his offer - it would have been interesting to see how he reacted the first time I forced him to take my dick, as, like Matt, he was so convinced he was a top.
There was quite a crowd gathering and before going to collect Bill I thought it would nevertheless be interesting to see a slave sale "from the other side", as a potential buyer. TV screens all around Slaves For You were announcing that the sales of "Show Slaves, Male, 21-28" were about to begin, and that viewing was still possible for the next 30 minutes - a little clock was counting down in the corner, showing how this time was ticking away.
Inside the display area there were some 30 or so slaves on offer, and Slaves For You had a novel method of exhibiting them. A long, thin 'V' shaped bar ran down the long exhibition hall, about four feet from the ground. The point of the 'V" was upwards, and the men had been sat astride it. Each man's wrists were loosely cuffed, and chains from the cuffs ran to a bar in the ceiling so that the man's hands were just above his head - not so far that his arms were stretched or anything, but it as impossible for him to reach down and touch his body.
The cleverness of this arrangement was that the men knew that if they fell off the bar their arms would be cruelly stretched and, suspended by their wrists, they'd be unable to breathe. So their best course of action was to remain seated astride the thin bar - but the thin 'V' would be pressing directly into their ass, and the sensitive area behind their balls. After any length of time sitting there, this became so uncomfortable that they wanted to move, and they could wriggle and squirm to try to get more comfortable - whilst not falling. Some of the men had raised one foot up onto the bar and were pressing down on it to try to relieve the pressure on their asses, and some just shuffled around all the time. For the onlookers it was very good - as the men's bodies were constantly in motion, you could examine the play of their muscles, and see how hard they would work to try to get comfortable: almost every part of them needed to be used to try to ease themselves whilst not falling off the beam.
The only relief for any of the slaves came if one of the potential buyers wanted to examine a man more closely. Then the guards would unchain the slave and allow him to dismount, and he was taken to one of the several inspection pillories standing against the opposite wall. The guards unchained his wrists, then deftly trapped his hands and neck in the pillory before lowering and latching the top bar. The viewer could raise and lower the pillory into the floor by simple "up" and "down" control buttons, so the slave could be appreciated stretched up to his full height, bent almost double so that the ass and legs were most visible, or with his head pulled right down to floor level, so the slave was crouching and in a good simulation of one of the classic fucking positions.
All of the slaves in this group seemed to be desirable - some slightly younger than me, some slightly older, but all with good, fit, toned bodies. I saw at once that all had been 'skinned - that fashion really did seem to be catching on - and all had their SINs tattooed on their shoulders and asses. Their pubes were of course neatly trimmed, and their balls shaved, as you'd expect in slaves up for sale. Like Bill, I assumed they would all contain the locator chip, too, but this was such an obvious question to ask that I didn't, in case it showed the guards that I was not a "real" slave owner.
It was quite amusing to toy with one or two of the slaves who had been selected by other owners for display in the pillories, and I casually fingered several dicks to see how they changed dimension when hard, and improved my knowledge of male anatomy a little by testing the feel of the several different "styles" of balls they possessed: You know the sort of thing I mean - big low hanging sacs swinging freely, good sized balls inside tight sacs so that the skin seemed stretched tight over them, and those balls carried very high, so that the dick seems to "float" up on top of the sac. I know the conventional view is that big balls swinging low in large sacs is the optimum for a slave, but on some of the smaller, more wiry slaves with lithe bodies, I found the sight of their dicks almost pointing straight out as they "perched" on top of high-carried balls to be quite appealing.
You were of course at liberty to jerk the stock off if you wanted to, as some buyers did as they were not prepared to buy a "show" male who could not ejaculate a big load . But if you did not wish to risk soiling your hands, there were a couple of young male slaves there who could be ordered to do it for you, and I watched as a couple of large blacks were milked for a potential buyer - funny, isn't it, that black men's cum is the same colour as white men's: it hadn't occurred to me before, but I suppose it's obvious, really, as their blood is red, after all.
Once the auction it self actually began the audience sat in comfortable chairs as one by one the slaves were marched up onto the auctioneer's platform, then put on a small turntable that rotated constantly to give the audience a view of all the slave, whilst the auctioneer read out his vital statistics - height, weight, chest, waist, leg measurement, and dick length flaccid and erect. Before bidding began, one of the young slaves I'd seen earlier had to go and make the slave being sold erect, and he did another full turn on the turntable so that the audience could judge how well his dick looked when at full stretch. I think it's lucky we had Bill out of this, if the prices for these older guys were anything to go by - they were way, way above anything we could afford. Whilst it was all very interesting, it was a bit repetitive, and as the next lot on offer was going to be older females, I decided to go and collect Bill.
Direction signs pointed the way to "Collections", and I presented my documentation to the slave at the counter who verified a couple of things at a computer terminal, then politely asked me to go through. Beyond the counter there was a large open area lined with cages - or perhaps "cells" is the right word, each just large enough to hold a standing slave. Some of them were now filled and more slaves were arriving as the auction continued, and right at the end, looking all alone and rather vulnerable, was Bill.
The slave led me up to Bill's cage, and curtly told Bill to turn to the side so that his SIN could be checked against the documentation. He had with him a collar and cuffs, and leant through the bars to fasten the collar around Bill's neck. He then ordered the lad to put his hands behind his neck - difficult in the very close confines of the cage - so they could be cuffed to the collar.
"No, there's no need for that", I said. "I don't need him cuffed." I suppose I didn't need him collared, either, but the sight of the black leather against Bill's tanned, muscular neck was actually quite arousing.
"Sorry, sir", the slave replied, "But it's house rules. All slaves in this area must be cuffed. We had problems a few months ago when a couple of previously docile males tried to make a run for it , and struck out at owners and guards. Since then, all stock is cuffed whilst it's here. You can, of course, release the cuffs as soon as you are off the premises."
He'd finished cuffing Bill now, and I couldn't help remembering how I had felt at the dealers when I was so totally helpless, so totally exposed, so totally vulnerable. How much worse it must be for Bill, who was so much younger than I'd been.
The slave then unlocked Bill's cage, and reached in and pulled Bill out by his dick. I could see Bill was flushing with humiliation, but he couldn't say anything as he had one of the standard gags fitted - I wondered if this was "standard procedure", too.
"The exit to the parking lot is that way, sir", the slave told me, and kind of handed Bill's dick to me, obviously expecting me to use it to "tow" my slave. Well, what was I to do? I wanted to appear to be a proper owner, so I gently pulled Bill after me. Actually, having his dick in my hand again was exciting, especially with all the other slaves watching us, and I know it aroused Bill, too, as I felt him getting stiffer and stiffer in my fingers.
"I'm sorry, sir!". It was that slave again! Had something gone wrong, had they tumbles Gunther's ruse to get me Bill? I started to panic inwardly, and wanted to run for the exit.
"I'm sorry, sir - the purchase is erecting. Let me milk him for you quickly, sir, so that there's not an unpleasant accident as you're leaving: these young lads have hair triggers, some of them, and when they shoot, it can go several feet! I wouldn't want your clothing to get soiled, sir, if the slave were to shoot whilst you were leading him out."
"No, it's fine...."
"No, please, sir. Although I'm only a slave, I'm very concerned for the reputation of my owners, Slaves For You. I'd hate any accidents to happen here in the area I'm responsible for."
The slave was so insistent that I could hardly refuse him, could I? He took Bill's dick out of my hand, and quickly dropped to one knee in front of Bill. One arm snaked around Bill's ass to hold him steady, then quickly and professionally the slave jerked Bill off as he stood there, with me and all the other sold stock watching. Bill turned bright red with embarrassment and was trying to shout through his gag, to no effect of course, but was quite unable to prevent himself cumming - I saw his hips thrust forward, and his whole body shudder as his balls squirted their load out of him.
The slave had deftly caught Bill's cum in his mouth, leaning forward at the last moment to do so, and then quickly and efficiently he cleaned the last drops of cum from Bill's dick by licking it lightly with his tongue.
"There you are, sir", the slave told me. "I told you he was on a hair trigger. Only five or six strokes, and what a big load he shot! You'll be safe now for the journey - have a good one."
We went out into the bright sunlight, and I began to feel a huge load of worry lifting from my shoulders. I opened the truck, and Bill went to get in - I couldn't help thinking that, as a slave, he should have waited for my orders: after all, I might have wanted him to ride in the back. He had a little punishment for this, though, as when his naked ass hit the hot leather, as the truck had been standing in the sun, he almost shot bolt upright! If he hadn't had the gag in, he would have shouted, I know.
I think he was expecting me to ungag him and uncuff him as soon as we were alone, but I decided he needed a little punishment - he'd put Matt and me through a whole load of worry by his stupid act, and I'd had to endure a fucking on his behalf. So I decided to let him ride as he was, to bring home to him how it was to be a slave.
We got back to the motel, and I told Bill to follow me to the room - I thought about using his dick as a handle to lead him, but perhaps that was a little extreme. I opened the door, and Matt was lying there.
He looked so agitated when he saw Bill, and it was almost comical how he tried to leap up off the bed, forgetting that he was chained down.
"So now I've got two slaves. One I enslaved myself, and one I've just acquired legally. That makes me quite a rich man, you know - I could sell either or both of you and have a nice lump of cash."
"Now, listen carefully, Matt: I'm going to release your gag in a few moments, and unchain you. I'm never going to have to gag you or chain you again, as you now can't run to the police! You see, if you do, they'll simply enslave me again. And when a man is enslaved , all his property is forfeit to the state. Bill is legally my property. I signed the ownership papers at Slaves For You today, so it's Bill who'd be forfeit to the state. He'd be taken away, probably with me, and we'd both be sold. And you'd have no money to buy him, would you? So if you want to stay close to Bill, you'd better make sure I don't get enslaved again!"
I went over to the bed and ungagged Matt and released his chains.
"You bastard, Steve, keeping me naked, making me do all that exercise in front of those folks, starving me...."
"Hold on! That's no way for a slave to speak to his owner. You're still a fucking slave, Matt, my slave, my property."
"No I'm not. I won't go to the police, but I don't have to obey your orders, you young cunt. I'll take Bill, and leave you in peace...."
"No you won't, Matt. You won't take Bill, as I'll report him as stolen and they'll locate him with the tracker and return him to me. And the penalty for theft is enslavement now, so you'd be a 'proper' slave and would be sold off."
"So you will stay as my slave, and obey my orders, just as you have been doing so far, as I'm still punishing you for treating me so inhumanly. You'll stay as my slave because, if you don't, I'll sell Bill!"
"But then I could turn you in to the police, Steve...."
"So I'd be enslaved again, sure, but you'd still not have Bill. So you can't win! Stay as my slave, or lose Bill for ever, one way or the other. And you heard what happens to young guys like him at the auctions - do you think he'd sell well to an older man who wants a sex toy, or do you want him going to one of the farms, to be 'brought on' and taught how to display his body to please his owner?"
"Now, Matt, just so we understand that you've made your choice, and you accept it, get on your knees and give me the kiss of obedience - I want it on the dick, on the ass, and then, finally, you may part my cheeks and kiss my hole."
Matt stood there, hesitating, not knowing which way to turn or what to do. I could almost see him running through all the possible combinations in his mind. He looked at Bill, he looked at the phone, he looked at me, and then at Matt again, and finally, he dropped to his knees! I had him!
I undid my shorts and let them fall to the ground. Matt crawled forward, and I felt the touch of his lips on my dick, then on my ass, and then he groped very inexpertly at my ass and I finally felt something warm and moist just touch the delicate tissues of my hole for an instant.
Bill was looking horrified at what his father was doing, but I revelled in the feeling of power it gave me -- those touches were far, far more erotic than all the sex play I'd ever done before. I'd got this powerful man, this strong, tough virile man, to willingly pay obeisance to me. I'd enslaved him once, but had to keep him in chains. But now he was totally in my power, totally under my control. He was bound to me more powerfully than any other slave ever would be. He was mine, totally and completely.
What was even better, was that I knew this would work both ways - just as Matt would now willingly obey my orders to make sure I did not sell Bill, so Bill would have to accept my orders so that I would nor sell him and he would lose contact with his father.
I revelled in my position. I never thought I would ever be able to own two slaves, to have two men totally under my control. I couldn't think, I was so excited - which one would I fuck first?
End Of Part 22 To be continued,