Motorhome Slaveboy 10 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.
This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Chapter 10 An Unexpected Visitor
Morning comes early during the summer and I was up and checking on all of my new possessions. David was wide awake and in obvious discomfort. His nipples were stretched by the weights hanging from their connecting chain and his nut sac was pulled extremely tight by the weights that had been dropped in the pail. I stood there for a couple of minutes and then watched as the chime sounded and Tim, the current attendant, added weights.
David looked at me with pleading eyes - he resisted the inclination to ask for mercy, but his eyes said it all. I have to admit that I felt he may have suffered enough for the moment.
"You may go, Tim," I said and the naked boy left the room.
I ran my hands over David's smooth body, flicking lightly at the clamps that held tightly on his nipples. "How do you feel this morning?" I asked.
David stood there, silently.
"Very good, you are learning. You may speak."
"Master, I hurt all over. I beg of you, please remove the weights - my nipples and nuts hurt worse than I've ever experienced in my life."
"Okay slave, remember you asked for this," I said as I removed the clamps from his nipples.
The blood rushing back into the tortured nipples caused a pain that was even more powerful than what he had been feeling while I left them alone.
"OW! ARGH!" he cried as the full pain of release hit him. He pulled against the chains that held him in place, trying to bring his hands up to his chest to massage away some of the ache; however, there was no give in his bonds.
Next, I removed the pail from his nut sac - It must have contained three pounds of the stones - and then released his balls as well. The release of his balls relieved the constant ache and for that he was thankful.
"Now I'm going to release you from the cross, just lay back against it, don't try to stand up - your legs may not support you at first.
He did as I told him, but when he was free of the cross, he still slowly collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
I picked up the abused boy and carried him out of the dungeon and into my bedroom where I laid him down on the oversized bed. I stood over him as he lay there trying to recover from the ordeal through which he had just passed. I wondered if I had really needed to treat him so harshly, but, I reminded myself, he was a slave and he had to remember that at all times and the best way to make sure he understood was to reinforce it with pain - slaves tend to remember things better that way.
"Okay, I think your punishment is completed, I do hope that you will remember that when I say something, I mean it," I said as I sat next to him and slowly and tenderly massaged his naked body with my hand. "I don't get much pleasure out of your suffering, David, so I ask you not to make me have to do it."
"I'll try, Master," the exhausted boy said with almost a croak.
I gave him a glass of water and told him that he could try to get some rest while I took care of some other things and left the room, turning the lights down until they were just a dim glow. He soft rhythmic breathing told me that he was asleep before I even left the room.
Willy, Kent and Tim were waiting for me in the front room - I sent them into the cells to bring out the other four boys. I stood there smiling as the four naked boys shuffled out, not yet accustomed to trying to walk in their leg irons. When they were standing in a row, I called for their attention.
"By now I hope that you recognize that I wasn't kidding when I told you that you were slaves, now and for as long as I desire to keep you in that condition, after which, if it suits my fancy I will sell you to someone else. Your days of free choice and free will have ended - permanently! These three trainers," I pointed to Willy, Tim and Kent, "are also slaves - the main difference between you and them is that they have come to accept their position and have learned to live with it.
"As long as you do as your told, regardless of what it might be, you won't have a terribly uncomfortable life around here. On the other hand, if you decide to resist, I will make your life a living hell; that's not a threat, it's a promise."
I surveyed their faces, allowing what I had just said to soak in before I continued.
"You will be expected to do a certain amount of physical labor - the difficulty of this labor will somewhat depend on you - again cooperation is the watchword, remember that. As for sexual activities, those will depend on who is in charge of you at any give time. The important thing to remember is that you can not refuse to so anything you have been told to do; regardless of what it might be. The punishment will be extremely severe and that means painful over extended periods of time. If you are too much trouble I'll just sell you to a group of Arabian Princes who are constantly looking for young white boys - and they don't worry about refusals - if you don't do as they tell you they have a number of deep mines where you will be put to work for the rest of your life. No work, no food. In either case you can expect to never see daylight again."
A look of disbelief crept across their faces as I stopped to allow what I had just said to soak in.
I turned to the trainers, "Willy, you accompanied your Master when he took those boys to Arabia, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master Cole," he replied.
"And what did you see?"
"First, I was taken into the harem where the Prince kept his wives - there were a number of naked male slaves in attendance, all of them had had their cocks and balls surgically removed.
"Next, we visited the male harem rooms - the accommodations were nice, there were about fifteen boys there aged from ten to fifteen. All of them were naked. There were a few serving boys there as well - it was easy to tell who was a serving boy as, just like in the other harem, they had had their sex organs surgically removed.
"I spent a couple of night with the harem boys, we were allowed to do most anything we wanted within the harem; however, we were not allowed to cum, that was only allowed when a boy was with either the Prince of whoever he might have loaned the boy to at that moment. There were boys from all over the world, including a couple of Americans. When they learned that I was from here and would be allowed to return with my Master they all wanted me to take messages back with me telling people here what had happened to them and to try to get them released.
"I asked them why they were so anxious to go home when they had such an obviously opulent life-style and I was told that if they disobeyed the punishments were extraordinarily severe.
"The first time they were tied to a whipping post and given twenty lashes - several of the boys showed me the scars on their backs from the whipping.
"The second time they were turned from a pampered harem boy into a harem slave by having their genitals removed, those were the boys I had seen in both harems, only the surgery was performed with them wide awake and watching the operation in a big overhead mirror. Rumor had it that a couple of boys had died on the operating table of fright. And then their vocal chords were severed. I had wondered why none of the sexless slaves had said anything, now I knew. One of the servant boys had come over and he nodded his head and showed me the small scar on his neck where they had severed his vocal chords.
"If a boy still hasn't learn he is then taken to the mines, where he will be worked to death. Two of the harem boys has just accompanied the Prince on a trip to inspect the mines and while they were there he saw a couple of boys he had known who were working in the mine - while he knew that they couldn't have been over seventeen years old, they looked like old men."
When Willy finished his story I took another look at the four new slaves and saw that they weren't feeling quite so cocky about things any more.
"I don't really want to sentence anyone to that sort of life, but if you give me no choice-" I left the rest unsaid.
After a short pause I said, "Now the first duty of a slave is to make sure that his Master never wants for anything. Michael, come over here."
The small boy shuffled over in front of me, I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed down until he fell to his knees.
"First thing in the morning your Master usually need to piss and he shouldn't have to get up to use a toilet when he has a slave right there." I pulled open my pants and my semi-erect cock fell directly in front of Michael's face. "Put your hands behind you back, boy, and take that tool into your mouth," I commanded.
Michael did as he was told and my cock rapidly rose to full erection, his lips holding onto the shaft about half-way down.
"Hold on tight as I'm going to pour a rather large load of pee into your mouth, and you are going to swallow it - If any of the flow escapes you will be required to lick it up off the floor."
Michael turned his eyes up to me almost in disbelief.
"It isn't so bad, you'll grow accustomed to it after a while. Now you three had better get down in the same position in front of the trainers because if they end up peeing on the floor you will be licking it up too."
The three reluctant boys each took a place before one of the trainers, clasped their hands behind their backs and took the offered cocks into their mouths.
"It is very difficult to pee with a hard-on so you guys had better suck us off first."
Michael leaned forward slightly, taking an additional inch of my erection into his mouth. He began working his tongue all around the invading member, massaging the tight skin of the tip while applying layers of saliva to the shaft so that it would more easily slip deeper into his mouth and all the way down his throat. I could see where Michael was going to end up being an extremely talented cocksucker, a craft that would probably help him maintain a much easier life as a slave - good cocksuckers aren't all that plentiful.
I placed my hands on his head and maneuvered him up and down the rigid shaft of my man-pole, his lips tight against the skin and his tongue doing it's best to massage the rigid invader as it slid in and out of his mouth.
I pressed my cock deep within him, well past the point of the gag reflex and I could feel my cockhead in his throat as I ran one hand up and down his neck. Before he blacked out from lack of oxygen I pulled back, allowing him to draw a breath and then I plunged back, his swallowing reflex giving my cock one of the best massages it had felt in a long time.
Finally, I felt my nuts draw up tight against my scrotum and I knew that I was about to paint the back of his young throat with my hot jism. I pulled back enough that he would be able to taste the sweet/salty mixture as blasted it into his mouth.
It was only with a great deal of effort that the naked slaveboy was able to accept all of my cum and swallow it down before the next load hit, but he managed and after the first three blasts they were smaller and not as difficult to handle.
When my orgasm has subsided, I glanced over to see that all three of the trainers were in about the same stage and it appeared that we would all finish close together. After I had finished shooting the spunk into his mouth Michael continued to suck, making sure that not a single drop of my tasty jism was left, it was only after my cock began softening that he started to pull back off the tube, only to have me hold him in place.
"Now, you have another fluid coming - and you don't want to allow any of this one to escape either."
He nodded as best he could with my now somewhat flaccid prick still in his mouth. I held tightly to the back of his head as I released the first little trickle of piss. I didn't want to flood him completely this first time, but I wasn't about to allow him to avoid any of my juices either.
He made a bit of a face as the first trickle of hot pee flowed into his mouth, but he did his best to just accept it and swallow it down. As soon as he had swallowed the first I filled his mouth again. This went on for several cycles, him swallowing and my refilling his mouth - at this rate I suspected that it would take forever for me to void my overfull bladder; still, I wasn't going to push too hard this first time so we continued.
I looked over at the tableau across the room - the twins were doing their best to keep up with the streams of urine that were filling them while Arnie just couldn't seem to handle the scene at all, piss was flowing down his face and puddling on the floor in front of him. The last squirt of Willy's piss actually splashed onto Arnie's face and not into his mouth at all.
Willy pushed Arnie down onto the floor, "You heard the rules, since you didn't take it directly from the faucet you have to lick it up from the floor," Willy said in a stern, commanding voice.
Arnie lowered his face to the floor and licked at the rapidly cooling liquid with growing distaste.
"Master?" Michael asked.
"What is it slave?"
"May I help my fellow slave to clean up that mess?"
I looked at him for a moment and then realized that he was quite serious about his offer. I nodded my head and he crawled over to where Willy's piss was covering the dirty concrete floor and began to help Arnie as he licked up the foul smelling piss.
The twins continued to knees in front of their trainers, watching this unselfish gesture without even the slightest motion in the direction of giving their assistance.
I stepped up behind the two kneeling boys; taking a handful of hair from each I knocked their heads together with a reverberating thump.
"What's the matter, do you two think you're better than anyone else? Get down there and lick up that piss!"
"But I-" one of them started to protest.
"You were given an order, are you going to disobey?" I asked.
"Uh, no M-master," he replied and the two boys got down to help lick up the piss.
I turned to Kent and Tim, "Those two are each to get five strokes before breakfast."
"As you wish, Master," Kent said. "Should we use the indoor or outdoor whipping posts?"
"Out in the yard where David got his," I said.
With all four of them working on it the piss was cleaned up in short order. I allowed Arnie and Michael to rinse out their mouths with clean water while the twins were dragged out to the whipping posts, one boy tied to each post, his hands stretched up as tightly as he could reach with his feet still on the ground.
I took the razor strop from Kent and took my position behind the two helpless boys. "I'm not going to say something foolish like 'this hurts me more than it does you' because it doesn't. This doesn't mean that I enjoy inflicting pain on you - I don't. It only means that that this is the only way I know to make sure that you remember what your station in life is."
I stood directly behind one of the boys and lightly dragged the strop over his backside. "Which one are you?" I asked.
"I'm Joe, Master," he replied in a voice that was quaking with fear and anticipation of extreme pain.
"Okay Joe, after I administer your five strokes I'm going to have Willy cut a small 'J' in the small of your back. Then I am going to rub a bit of ash into the cut so that a dark 'J' will forever be visible." I turned to Abe, "And after your strokes we are going to cut an 'A' in you the same way - I don't want to not be able to tell the two of you apart."
"Master," Joe said.
"What is it slave?"
"Our parents already did something like that to us. If you look in our left armpits you will see that a single letter has already been tattooed there so that we couldn't play at being each other with them."
I looked, and sure enough, there was a small blue 'J' tattooed in such a way that if I hadn't been looking for it I wouldn't have ever seen it.
"Okay, you just saved me the effort of branding you."
I took my position and made a couple of practice swings. "Now, you will count out the strokes - if I don't hear you or you lose count we will start over. The proper response is to call out the number of the stroke in a loud, clear voice followed by 'please sir, may I have another'. Any other response will be ignored and we will start over - I can go on all day, but I sort of doubt that you can take it."
I noticed the shudders that traveled down the backsides of both of the helpless boys before me. I sent Willy and Tim inside to bring David out, as I wanted him to witness this punishment session.
David still wasn't walking all that easily and the two boys helped to support him as they walked back out to the whipping posts. I allowed them to set David on a small bench to one side while the rest of the boy stood and watched as I administered the punishment strokes.
WHACK! The first stroke fell on Joe's left ass cheek with a loud crack.
After a moments pause I heard him say from between clenched teeth, "One, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
I whipped the strop through the air a couple of times, watching him try to tighten up before the anticipated lash only to have it breeze past him. Then I lightly dragged the strop right over the wide red stripe where it had landed, causing almost as much pain as when it landed with full force.
WHACK! The second stroke landed, this time on the left ass cheek.
"Two, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
WHACK! This time I managed to cover both cheeks at the same time.
"Three, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
I changed my position a bit and unexpectedly landed the next stroke on Abe.
WHACK! The stroke was totally unexpected and the helpless naked slaveboy was completely unprepared so that the strop landing on his ass cheek was a complete surprise - he expected me to finish with his brother before I started on him.
"Uh, one, thank you sir, may I please have another?" he finally said once he had gathered himself together a bit.
WHACK! I landed a second stroke on his other ass cheek - this time he was ready and it wasn't as satisfactory to me, but it still hurt like hell, of that I was quite sure.
"Two, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
Perhaps I had misjudged these boys - they seemed to understand what they had to do, I just had to point it out to them a bit more painfully. Oh well.
WHACK! The third stroke landed across both cheeks this time.
"Three, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
I stood back and examined the two boys, I wanted to be sure that I hadn't done them any major damage - if I didn't keep them for myself I knew that I could get an extremely good price for a set of identical twins.
I turned back to Joe.
WHACK!
"Four, thank you sir, may I please have another?" he said through clenched teeth and tears.
WHACK! Abe got the next stroke.
"Four, thank you sir, may I please have another?"
WHACK! Abe got his last stroke.
"Five, thank you sir, may I please have another?" he said in an almost inaudible voice as the tears were taking over despite his attempts to remain stoic about this whole thing.
WHACK! Joe's last stroked landed, not on his ass cheeks but across the backs of his thighs.
"F-five, thank you sir, may I please have another?" he asked in the tear filled voice of the young boy that he was.
"Both of you have taken your punishment well, you are to be commended," I said as I handed the strop to Tim. "Willy, put some of that salve on their backsides, release them and bring them in to breakfast."
I turned and returned to the cabin.
The kitchen was huge, designed to feed a dozen or more men at a time so it was more than ample for my needs. Breakfast that morning would consist of cold cereal, toast, jam and plenty of milk for the boys - I wanted to keep their strength up. There was a long counter where the boys could stand up and eat since they weren't allowed to use any furniture.
After the kitchen had been cleaned up I had planned to take the boys out for a rather long hike, to show them that I wasn't kidding about there being nothing around us if they were to decide they wanted to run away; however, just as I was forming them up in a line my phone rang.
"Hello?" There weren't very many people who knew my phone number.
"Cole, this is Karl. I down at that damned gate of yours. How about opening it up and letting us in?"
"Just a moment," I said as I hurried into the small room that served as an office and switched on the TV monitor that watched the main gate. Sure enough Karl's large black big rig was nosed right up the gate and behind him I could see Kenny and Barry's RV followed by still another RV that looked like that other one I had seen briefly in Karl's compound back in Chicago.
"Come on up," I said as I pressed the button that opened the heavy steel gate. "What's up?" I asked.
"We can talk when I get there," he said and ended the call.
I watched as the three vehicle convoy rolled through the gate, when the last vehicle had cleared the entrance I closed the gate and then watched their progress up to the cabin site on a succession of TV monitors. All of the cameras hidden well enough hidden that it would take some looking to discover just where any of them were.
When I saw the lead vehicle pulling into the compound, I headed back outdoors to greet my friends and unexpected visitors. I looked over and saw that all of the boys were standing in a line, all of them no doubt wondering just what was happening.
For that matter so was I. Karl never just appeared somewhere unannounced so I suspected that this was some sort of crisis, one that he didn't plan to talk about on the phone. I was right!
"Where can we park these things? Particularly somewhere that they won't be immediately visible from the air," Karl asked from the lowered window of the tractor.
I thought for a moment and then directed him over next to a cliff that ran along one side of the open compound. "I've got some desert camouflage netting that we can put over the top of the truck - that should do the trick as well as anything - the RV can go over there next to the other two - I put another net over that as well if you think I should."
"I hope I don't sound too melodramatic, but I do think it would be a good idea. I'd also move those boys back inside, I'll explain everything after we all get settled.
I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't take advice from Karl lightly so I directed the trainers to place the boys back in their cells, with David in my room.
I found the huge sheets of camouflage and quickly the boys spread them over both Karl's rig and the shelter that housed the RVs. Back inside I had Willy and his helpers make a number of additional cell ready for our guests. I knew that Kenny and Barry had a couple of slaves and Karl had at least three that still needed to be housed in cells from Tulsa plus one never knew for sure just how many more and I didn't even know who was in that third coach.
Kenny and Barry came in, leading two blindfolded and naked teenage boys. "Do you have a place for them?" Kelly asked. "We could leave them in the coach, but with the engine off there is no air conditioning and it get awful hot in there in a hurry."
"No problem - I have plenty of cell space. What kind of accommodations do you require?" I sound like some sort of hotel keeper.
"Well, we haven't allowed them to see where they were since we acquired them and they haven't been allowed to touch themselves or each other either for that matter so I guess what we really need is some sort of single cells. I can just keep their hands tied to prevent any unwanted playing."
"I think I have just what you want - follow me." I led them down a hall to a room that I had outfitted with seven small cells with concrete block walls and solid steel doors. "There is a light in the ceiling that you can control from out here, it is on a dimmer switch so brightness is completely up to you. The doors lock electronically so you don't need any keys - all of the controls are out here in this box. Have fun."
I headed back to the entryway - I still didn't know why I suddenly had all these visitors, and I wanted to know what was happening.
When I got back into the entry room I found Karl and Martin standing there with about seven more boys, three I recognized from the Tulsa raid, but the other four were complete strangers.
"Go back to the coach and bring the others, Martin," Karl said.
'Others?' I thought - was Karl planning on moving in with me or something - I was beginning to run out of space for slaves, not to mention that I was going to have to search a bit to house the others.
Martin returned in a couple of minutes with three more boys including James Crawford, the boy I had traded to Royce for Arnie. I looked a Karl, questions all over my face but he just gave me a look that said 'hold on a moment', so I did.
"Put them all in a single large cell if you can - that is how they have been living."
I nodded to Kent and he knew just where I meant to put them - he led the ten naked boys off down the hall to the room I had in mind. It had a simple hole in the floor for a toilet and a water spigot that trickled all the time into a small basin just outside the bars that divided the room into two sections. They could reach out to get a small sip of water, but that was about all.
When Martin returned Karl looked directly at Willy and said, "Take your partners to wherever it is you are sleeping and wait until we call for you."
With a quick look toward me since it was my home, Willy led his fellow slaves off to the trainer's quarters, leaving just the four of us alone in the main room.
"Why don't we go into my family room, it's a lot more comfortable and there is a wet bar if anyone besides me feels he needs a drink." I led the way and in short order we were all settled into comfortable chairs with drinks in our hands.
"As I'm sure you have figured out by my rather dramatic arrival we have an emergency on our hands. Right after he left Tulsa Royce picked up yet another boy, this on just a boy who was trying to get a short distance by hitching. When he didn't arrive home someone remembered seeing someone who might have been him being picked up by a motorhome.
"This alone wouldn't have been serious as there are plenty of RVs out there on the road; however, Royce then had the misfortune of suffering a minor stroke while he was in a rest stop on the Illinois tollroad just outside of Chicago. Instead of calling 911 he called me, a smart move I think.
"I had Martin, he has a driver's license now, come with a car to take Royce to the hospital while I transferred his boys to the truck to bring them home for safekeeping. The problem was that the hitch-hiker he had just picked up had managed to escape right before I arrived. He was hiding in the bushes, I may have even seen him but I didn't know about him until later or I might have been able to catch him, as he was naked and handcuffed.
"The only reason I know about him at all is that a good friend and soul-mate on the state police called and told me about him after another trooper brought him in and listened to the boys story. They found Royce's rig still parked in the rest area as I hadn't had a chance to move it - now I think I'm glad I didn't - and when they entered they brought a news crew who put video of everything on the TV news - it has been all over the tube, nationwide. Haven't you seen it?"
"I don't generally turn on the TV when I up here - this is my retreat from the outside world. It was only after I broke down and bought that sat phone that I could even be reached when I was squirreled away up here."
"While I agree with your desire to get away from the world, sometimes it is a good idea to keep a weather eye open just in case."
"I have always depended on people like you to inform me if there something happening that I should know about," I said with a smile.
"In any case the boy said he saw someone, he didn't get a good enough look at me to give them a description, in a dark colored big rig came and moved all of the captive boys into the trailer through a door in the bottom of the trailer.
"When I heard that I had Martin start trying to change the color scheme on the trailer as best he could - I certainly couldn't take it to be repainted right after something like that was on the news. The lucky thing was that according to my source the kid didn't even know what state the license plate was from so they didn't have any immediate leads.
"The next thing I heard was that the police were making random stops of dark colored big rigs, checking for hidden doors in the undercarriage. They were giving out a little clearance note to anyone they checked - I managed to get one and headed out to get as far away from Chicago as I could. I put some of the boys in the RV and had Martin drive it while I took the truck and decided that we would head here - I think this is about the last place anyone would be looking for something like this; however, I do think it is better to just make the truck disappear for a little while."
I just sat there in silence for a moment, this was all more than a bit scary - I had never really thought that we would end up with all these problems just from trying pick-up David's brothers.
"How did Kenny and Barry end up with you?" I asked.
Kenny replied, "We were going to stop and visit Karl, we arrived just moments before he was ready to pull out - he gave us a short version of just what was happening and since we had a couple of the Tulsa boys with us we decided that maybe we should disappear into the mountains too."
"What about Royce? Is he still in the hospital and have they connected him with the prison coach?" I asked with concern.
"Well, he was smart in one respect - the RV was registered in the name of a rental company that operates out of a P.O. Box back east somewhere. From what Royce has told me in the past there are about ten layers of dummy corporations and cut-out, scattered all over the world, before they can even get to a real person and that is a Swiss Lawyer who works for a Swiss Bank. I don't think that they are going to get very far even if they do find him - those Swiss are not very good about telling anyone anything."
I nodded, I had registered my own RV in a similar manner, but I don't think that I had gone to quite the lengths that Royce had. I was starting to think that perhaps I should put a few more layers between me and public knowledge - you never know just when something like that might happen.
Karl went on, "I was getting ready for a sale, that's why I had so many boys around the place, only now I have all those boys and no place to have the sale and limited access to my delivery network."
The first thought I had was that he could have the sale here - the privacy is perfect, only I really didn't want that many people knowing about my little hideaway, even if they were all slaveholders like myself. The only thing that I knew for sure was that it was going to an awful lot of food to feed all of the people now housed in my little mountain cabin.
"Before I forget," Karl said, "the serious cargo section of my truck is filled with supplies - I'm guessing there is enough there to feed this army for a couple of weeks at least. Some of it is in a refrigerated section that I'd like to shut down to eliminate the heat signature if I can - do you have much refrigeration capacity?"
"That is one thing that I have plenty of - I have three walk-in freezers and four walk-in refrigerators and the electricity is free, generated by the same geothermal water source that provides hot water and heat for the entire complex. It was built to last, and stay hidden in case of an attack on the country by the enemy of the moment. When I bought this property, there was no mention of the abandoned missile installation in any of the papers I signed so I think that somehow the government completely forgot about everything that they had buried out here.
"The missiles have been removed, but unlike most of the Nike sites, the silos weren't filled with concrete to render them useless. There are half a dozen on the property and I have been trying to figure out just what to do with them. They look like an underground grain silo - just a tall concrete tube that doesn't extend above ground level with a an elevator [yes, they work] that goes down to a control room that is separated by huge blast doors. I have thought that one of the silos would be the perfect place to put a slave boy who needed some time alone to meditate on the errors of his ways."
Karl smiled. "I might have just the boy to try out that theory - that boy you traded to Royce has been a major problem ever since I picked him up. He has tried to escape twice - it is only by keeping him in with all the others and telling them that they all will be severely punished for anything he does that I'm able to keep him completely under control. What is there at the bottom of those silos?"
"Absolutely nothing but concrete, the blast doors from the control room open onto a catwalk that surrounds the silo about thirty feet above the solid concrete floor. There are some ladders that go up to two additional catwalks at levels that I presume were where the on-board controls for the missiles were located. There is another ladder that can be extended down to the bottom of the silo, but it isn't permanently attached and can be cranked up and down."
"If that ladder is pulled back up is there any way for someone at the bottom to bring it back down on his own?"
"The ladder is mechanical, not electric and when it is fully retracted there is nothing that someone at the bottom can do to get out of there unless he also knows how to fly."
Karl smiled at this. "I think this is the perfect place for my problem child to spend some quality time; how far away is the nearest silo?"
"No more than a quarter mile at the most I would say. It's also the one that I have spent the most time exploring - I know that the cover is solid as there had never been any water or debris at the bottom."
"If he did manage to reach the catwalk, could he open the blast doors from the inside?"
"Not if we lock them from the control room. Also the ladders and catwalks end about forty feet below the silo cover that isn't designed to be opened from the inside except by the nose of a rising missile."
"Perfect. Can we get started right away?"
"As soon as you get your boy we can be off."
Kenny and Barry had just been sitting, enjoying their drinks and listening, but now they wanted to join the expedition. Karl had no objection so the four of us set off to find a couple of the trainers and then pick up the object of our attention.
There were ten boys crowded into the single cell - there was room for all of them to lie down, but that was about it and the concrete floor wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to try to catch a nap.
When I opened the outer door to the cell James Crawford was standing in the back corner with all of the other boys staring at him, their fists clenched, it appeared that we had arrived just as some sort of a brawl has about to happen.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Karl shouted, drawing everyone's eyes to him.
"Master Karl," one of the boys said softly.
"Okay slave, what is happening here?" Karl said a bit softer this time.
"You said that he," he pointed to James, "is just another boy, with no special status due to his being older than the rest of us."
"You may think like a slave, but I'm not a slave," James said forcefully. "Slavery is illegal, I have been kidnapped and I have every intention of escaping. When I do I'm going to make sure that every one of you goes to prison for a very long time."
Karl looked at us with a sigh, "What can you do with a boy like that?"
"Myself, I guess I'd sell him to someone who intended to work him just as hard as he could for as long as he could," Kenny said.
"Go fuck yourself," James said. "No one is going to sell me anywhere and you can bet that they wouldn't be getting any work out of me." He showed a very self-satisfied smile that said he knew he was right.
"Get over here, slave!" Karl said in a commanding voice.
"Fuck you!" was James reply.
"Okay boy, bring him to me, do whatever you need to do, just try not to break too many bones."
The other nine boys, who were more than a little tired of his bullying, rushed him, driving him to the floor. James tried kicking and biting at his assailants, but it was to no avail, the odds of nine to one were far more than he could handle. They dragged him back to his feet with both of his arms pulled around behind him and twisted until the pain started bringing tears to his eyes.
When they had him up against the bars Willy reached through and snapped a pair of handcuffs on the struggling boy.
"Has he hurt any of you?" Karl asked the other boys.
"He bit me hard enough to draw blood," said one of the smaller boys, a cute little blond about eleven or twelve.
"Okay, pick out the one of you who you think is the strongest."
The little boy took a moment to look around and then went over to the other redhead in the cell.
"How have you been taught to indicate another slave?"
The little boy smiled and dropped to his knees, taking the redheads beautiful six inch cock into his mouth, washing his tongue around the cockhead and slowly sucking the only semi-hard cock deeper into his mouth.
"Remember, you must bring him to erection, but not cause him to cum."
The little boy nodded his head without allowing the slowly thickening cock to grow within his mouth.
"Stupid cocksucker," James said with all of the venom he could muster as he stood there just as naked as the others only with his hands securely fastened behind him.
The redhead reached down, pulling the younger boy off his erect member. "You had better stop or I might cum and then both of us would be in almost as much trouble as James is."
The little boy sat back on his heels, looking first at the boy he had just been sucking off and then up to Master Karl.
"Okay, thank you Vic. Now Red, Vic was hurt by the bully over here, what are you willing to do about it?"
"Whatever you want me to do, Master. I'm your slave and will follow your command."
Some of these boys were well trained, that was for sure, but I wasn't sure just where Karl was going to take this. It didn't take much longer to learn an answer to that question.
"You are to be permitted one blow, as hard as you can, to any part of his body except his face." To the boys who were still holding onto James he said, "Spread his legs apart and hold him upright so that Red can land his blow anywhere he wants."
"You touch me, you die. You understand that you freak!" James spat out as Red made a fist and began to flex his arm, ready to land the punch.
Red stepped a bit closer, I could see from the look in James' eyes that he figured that Red was too close to really hurt him and if he had thrown a punch that might have been true; however, instead of throwing a punch Red brought his knee up into James crotch, hitting dead center on his nuts.
"ARGH!" James cried out as he tried to double over from the intensity of the blow to his balls. The helpless boy's body was wracked with the pain caused by the sharp blow and if there hadn't been several boys holding on to him he surely would have slumped to the ground.
"Thank you, Red," Karl said as he turned away from the scene in the cell. "Get him out of there, I have other plans for him." Karl left the cell and we followed in his wake. A moment later Willy and Martin followed along, dragging the still unsteady James.
Outside the four of us climbed into my jeep for the short trip to the missile silo while Willy and Martin continued to half carry James between them.
Karl tossed them a length of chain. "Attach this to his collar and the back of the Jeep. He is either going to walk under his own power or be dragged along behind us - his choice."
After he was attached to the Jeep, I put it into gear and slowly eased out of the yard. At first, I thought that James would just allow his steel collar to strangle him rather than submit, but his basic survival instincts were strong enough to keep him on his feet as we made the short trip.
The elevator down to the control room was only large enough to hold a maximum of three people so Karl and I went down first, me to make sure that everything was ship-shape and Karl to just see what it looked like.
I had only just managed to get the blast doors opened when the elevator made its second trip down, bringing Willy, Martin and a now much recovered James.
Even with all of the rocket control equipment removed the control room wasn't very large and was already feeling a bit crowded when the elevator made its third descent, bringing Kenny and Barry down to join our little party.
I stepped out through the blast doors onto the catwalk and began cranking down the emergency ladder until its bottom rested on the concrete floor of the silo some thirty feel below us.
The remainder of our escort party came out onto the catwalk, James still being held between Willy and Martin.
"You're not going to just push me off his walkway and we both know it - you keep telling everyone about how you're going to sell me to the highest bidder and you are too much of a greedy asshole to just throw me away." James we slowly getting back some of his bravado.
Karl back-handed him across the face. "I've had just about all of your mouth that I want to hear in this lifetime. You're right that I stand to make a profit by selling you, but at the same time there is almost enough personal satisfaction in pushing you off this catwalk that I might be willing to forgo the monetary consideration."
A small trickle of blood dripped from the corner of the bound boy's mouth where a large diamond ring on Karl's hand had cut him.
Karl looked over the edge of the catwalk, examining the bottom of the silo. "Fantastic, I think I'm going to have to find one of these for myself," he said with a smile.
He pointed to the ladder and indicated that James was to stat climbing down.
"How can I do that, fool, I need my hands to hold on to the ladder."
I had an idea and began cranking the ladder back up until the very bottom of the ladder was once again level with the catwalk. I returned to the control room and found a length of wire that I brought back and handed it to Willy.
"Replace his handcuffs with this wire, and then get on the ladder behind him. I'll crank you down to the bottom, you can take him off and then climb back up while I crank it up at the same time."
"What the fuck do you faggots think you're doing? I'm not going to let you just abandon me down there," James said with a bravado that he didn't really feel.
Karl smacked him again and then plowed a big right fist directly into the boy's midsection, driving all of the air out of his lungs in the process.
"I don't think he will give you a problem on the way now," Karl said to Willy.
Together we maneuvered James to the ladder and then Willy stood directly behind the gasping boy as we cranked the ladder back down to the bottom of the silo. James resisted when Willy tried to get him off the ladder until he grabbed the bound boy's dangling nuts and gave them an extremely hard squeeze, again causing the boy to bend over in pain. With that, Willy shoved him aside and started back up the ladder while Martin and I cranked it up far enough that even if James managed to get his hands free in record time it would be out of reach.
"You guys can't just leave me here like this," James shouted up at us. "There's no food, water or anything else down here - this is inhumane."
Karl laughed, "You sound like you think that I give a shit - you'll stay down there until I decide you have earned the right to rejoin the rest of the slaves, if you die of thirst or hunger before you accept your position in life, so be it - I don't care."
James kept shouting about how we couldn't to this to him, he wasn't a slave; slavery was illegal in the USA, and many other things that were muffled by closing the blast doors and turning out the light in the silo.
"How long do you plan to keep him down there?" I asked Karl.
"As long as it takes for him to come to terms with the fact that he is now a slave and that is what he is going to stay. Willy, I want you to make sure that someone brings him enough food and water to stay alive but remain hungry and thirsty. I don't want him to know who is bringing him these things, but he should believe that it is being done against my express orders."
Willy nodded and said that it would be done. With that completed we all returned to the surface where Kent and Tim had been preparing dinner for everyone. A gourmet meal for the four of us and I suspect something fairly similar for the four trainers and David - I knew that Kent had a soft spot for David and I didn't want to do anything to interfere. The food for the rest of the slaves would fulfill all of the nutrition requirements for growing boys, but wouldn't look all that great or even be extra tasty. Karl had taught them to cook gourmet, but when cooking for slaves the order was that all the extra spices were to be omitted except on special occasions.
Dinner was just as expected, and then I showed Kenny, Barry and Karl where they could crash for rest of their time in my mountain cabin. I marveled at the fact that I had around twenty slaves, four trainers and four Masters all quartered in what appeared to be no more than a one room cabin from the outside.
Kent had brought dinner in to David and he had cleaned the plates so well that I couldn't even tell just what it was that he had eaten. He appeared to have recovered from his ordeal of the previous night, at least physically - I suspected that some of the emotional damage was going to require a bit more effort on my part.
I sat next to him on the bed, drawing him over even closer to me as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big loving hug.
"I love you, David, really I do," I said, planting a kiss directly on his lips.
"How can you do the things you did to me and then say you love me? That isn't love, that's torture," he said with a stiff finality that I'm sure he felt deep within his soul.
"I love you, but you are still my slave - you made a serious error and it had to be corrected. That doesn't mean that I love you any less, but it will make you a better slave in the future."
"But I've heard you talking about selling some of your boys, are you going to sell me?"
"I have no plans to sell you, now or ever - I have never been into training slaves and then selling them - I would much rather have a boy who loves me as much as I love him."
"But, what about when I'm no longer a boy, it won't be too long before I'm a man myself. Will you still love me or will I be just another cast-off like an old pair of shoes that were once comfortable but now are worn our and have to be discarded."
"For openers, I have no intention of discarding you, now or ever. It is said that the very best Masters start out as slaves in their youth."
"Were you ever a slave, Master?"
"Yes, I was. It was a long time ago. I have never forgotten the lessons that I learned from my Master - he loved me much the same as I love you and the result of that love has made me the Master I am today."
David leaned against me, his head pressed against my chest. "Will I ever meet your Master, Master?"
"I'm afraid not, he died quite a few years ago."
"How long did you stay with him?"
"Well, I guess you could say for the rest of his life - he was a trucker and he taught me his trade. I graduated from being just his slave to being his co-driver until he bought a second big rig and then we formed a trucking company and I was his partner. When he retired, I took over the whole business, running it by myself for several years. When he died, he left me his share of the business and I continued until I was able to retire a while ago. I had never found the slaveboy who could relate to me in just the way I related to him so when I retired I didn't have anyone to pass the business on to. I just sold what was left, took the money, bought my RV and this place in the mountains and expected to settle down and live a quiet life.
"The problem was that I had been on the road, living in the sleeper of a big rig since I was your age and living anywhere with four walls that didn't move down the highway the next morning just felt wrong. So, I packed all of the things that I felt I might need into the RV and hit the road; only coming back here occasionally to make sure that everything was as it should be.
"When we arrived here the other evening I hadn't been here in almost a year - I really wasn't sure what things would look like, but the desert and the mountains tend to protect those things that don't make too many change, at least on the surface. And most of this place is deep in the ground."
"Master, what are you going to do with me - you aren't a trucker any more and don't have a business for me to work in. How am I going to be able to move on, if that is what you are saying I will be doing in the future when there isn't anything for me to move on to?"
"Tonight isn't the time to worry about those things - they will all be taken care of along the road of time. Right now we only need to worry about the next few minutes and I already know just how that is going to be taken care of."
David smiled as he started to undress me, almost teasing me as he took his time to remove each piece of clothing until I was as naked as he was.
"Are you going to chain me up tonight?" he asked.
"No, David, tonight we are going to make love like two males who are in love with each other, no restraints, no restrictions, just love."
David pushed me backward onto the bed and dove onto my chest, capturing my nipple in his mouth and working on it as if it were some sort of miniature prick. He licked and sucked with such abandon that I almost wondered if I was providing some sort of love juice from my tit.
It was only after he had worked on both of my tits until the nipples were super sensitive that he turned his attention to my throbbing erection. I already knew that David was an expert cocksucker, but he continued to amaze me with the way that he brought pleasure to my 81/2 inches of manhood. He never seemed to have any problem taking the entire length deep into his throat and massaging the tip with those swallowing muscles until it felt like he was going to pull my entire being out through my cock.
He seemed to sense that if he continued he was going to bring my climax in his mouth and he had already decided that there was another place where he wanted my load of hot man cream. Pulling off my raging hard-on, he worked saliva up and down the shaft and then spit into his hand, rubbing the saliva into his anus, getting ready for my love-pole to invade his guts.
When he felt that he was ready, he rose up, centered the lovely rosebud of his anus directly over the rigid tool, and began to lower himself on it slowly and sensuously, allowing me to enjoy the sensations of his tight anus as my pecker invaded his guts to maximum depth. He took the entire pole in a single stroke, allowing it push any obstacles to the side as it invaded deep into his guts. When he bottomed out, he sat there, wiggling from side to side as if in that fashion he could get a couple more millimeters of the fleshy rod into his clenching rectum.
His sphincter muscle clenched tight against my intruding love-pole, trying more to keep it in than to prevent its entry. It was only after he was sure that his anus was fully accustomed to the pole that he began to rise up until only the cockhead was still captive in his tight hole and then he changed direction again, swallowing the entire shaft once again. Slowly he moved up and down the rigid shaft establishing a rhythm that was guaranteed to bring me to an ultimate climax. He increased the speed with every cycle, banging his ass cheeks against my groin on the down stroke and stopping just before the head popped out on the up stroke.
I could feel my nuts boiling with the hot jism that was stored in them as they prepared to draw tight against my scrotum and pour forth the juices they had been storing for just this moment. I took hold of David's rigid erection and began to stroke it in rhythm with the up and down motion he was using on my cock. I could see that it wouldn't take very long for him to be ready to shoot as well.
Finally with a moan I felt my nuts release the load of jism and felt the hot juices as they traveled upward, through my penis and out from the piss slit into David's clenching asshole. At the same moment, David's own nuts released their flood of boy cream - the first spurt traveling over my head to hit the wall above the bed. The second spurt landed on my face and the remainder landed in large puddles on my chest while my own juices poured into his tightly squeezing asshole, painting the walls with my milky jism.
When we had both expended our stored male juices I grabbed a towel from the nightstand and handed it to David. He took the towel and began cleaning up the miss that his jism had made on my face and chest, paying particular attention to my tits and working a corner of the towel into my belly button. All this time he was still holding my softened prick inside his clenched asshole. When he finished with the towel he carefully turned around until his back was to me and then he slowly rolled me onto my side, my cock still imbedded in his anus, his ass cheeks pressed tight to my groin. I reached around him, taking hold of his nipple and worrying it in much the same fashion he had mine while the two of us drifted off to a sexually satisfied sleep that only happens to two people in love.
To be continued...
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