Motorhome Slaveboy 2 (c) 2003by hgo469@yahoo.com
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Motorhome Slaveboy
Chapter 2
I woke up with David nestled up against me, his hard cock resting against my thigh - it took me a moment to remember just how he came to be here and then I just smiled and enjoyed it. It had been several years since I had kept a boy around - the lifestyle of a independent trucker didn't include much of a home life and the laws in many places didn't allow for a rider other than a driver-partner and a seventeen-year-old boy didn't exactly qualify for that.
I slipped out of bed and took that all-important first piss of the day, and then I put some coffee on and returned to check on 'Sleeping Beauty.'
The smell of the brewing coffee had awakened the boy and he was looking around as if trying to remember how he had ended up where he was.
"Okay, boy, time to get up. This morning I started the coffee; however, in the future it will be one of your jobs to have the coffee brewed before I get up. You should also have cleaned up the kitchen and made everything ready for whatever it is that is planned for the day ahead."
"Uh, I don't know how to make coffee, Master. My father felt that it was a sinful drink and didn't allow it in the house," David said looking down at the floor.
"I can see that I'm going to have to do a lot more retraining with you than I thought. What did you drink with your meals?"
"The only things that were allowed were fruit juice, water or milk - when I was caught with a Pepsi(tm) a few months ago you would have thought that I had come home drunk or stoned. He didn't allow carbonated beverages or any soda pop of any kind."
"It sounds like life wasn't much fun."
"He didn't believe in having fun - he felt that we were all there to spread the word of Jesus to save the world. Fun was something designed by Satan to pull mankind away from the Lord."
"Well, I've got news for him - fun is what makes life worth living. I'm not sure that the kind of life he wants to live could even be called living, period. Were you allowed to watch TV or listen to the radio?"
David shook his head. "Once in a while we could watch a religious service on TV, but never anything else. He was convinced that TV and radio were the inventions of Satan. Once he bought a car that had a radio in it and he brought together a group of his congregation to watch as he removed it and beat it with a hammer to kill the devil within."
"Well, I guess you've got a lot of catching up to do if you are going to rejoin the 21st century. I'll work on that part of your education as we go along. Now, do you know how to cook?" I truly hated preparing my own meals and that was going to be one of his first tasks.
"No, Master. He always said that things like that were woman's work. I don't think he was ever in the kitchen except when we ate at the kitchen table."
"Well, you're going to become very familiar with the kitchen - both for cooking and cleaning - I don't like to do either and since you are my slave, you are going to have to take over both jobs."
I showed how to fill the coffee maker and then made sure that he watched carefully as I made breakfast. My food I placed on the table - his was placed on the floor. He looked up at me questioningly when I put his food on the floor.
"You are a slave, you have to earn the right to eat at the table, for that matter you will have to earn the right to do most everything. For now you will have to get down on all fours and eat like a dog. If I see you using your hands at all I will tie them together behind you while you are eating - I have a feeling you wouldn't like that at all."
He got down on all fours and proceeded to try to eat his bacon and eggs - I think he got as much on his face as he managed to eat - obviously he was going to have to practice getting the food inside him as well. I was making a mental list of the things that he was going to have to be taught, the list was becoming longer, and longer - I could see I was going to enjoy having him around.
When we had finished eating he washed the dishes and then we headed off for a shower before heading out again. I had thought about staying there for a couple of days, but suddenly I was anxious to be off again. I had a feeling that I wanted to visit Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the worst way.
There were several guys in the shower room when we arrived and they all stopped what they were doing to check David out when they saw that he was wearing my collar. I directed David to an open shower and turned to talk with a couple of guys I knew from my years on the road.
"Where did you find him?" Kenny asked, unable to take his eyes away from David as the boy started on his shower.
"You wouldn't believe me when I tell you - he was given to me by his father."
"You're kidding," he replied, "parents don't give away boys who look as good as him."
"See, I told you you wouldn't believe me. Not only was he given to me, but I was given instructions to keep his hands tied behind him and he was stark naked."
"Things like that don't happen in real life," Barry chimed in, overhearing what I had told Kenny.
"I guess they do, at least in my life, at least this once." I smiled and noted that everyone was still staring at my naked slave.
"Sir, are you going to join me in the shower?" David asked.
"Already you have him calling you 'sir' - you don't waste any time do you? So what did you do to be that lucky?" Kenny asked, jealousy showing in his eyes.
"It was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time," I said, still enjoying the envy I was seeing on the faces of the other men. "Okay, gather around and I'll give you the short version of what happened."
The guys all gathered around me, but their eyes were still on David. I told them a simple version of how I ended up with David and then added the fact that I was thinking about going to Tulsa and seeing what I could do about liberating his brothers from that fanatic preacher who claimed to be their father.
Quickly I had several volunteers to help with the liberation project - of course, it was obvious that their motives weren't exactly pure [except for pure lust], but I have always felt that one should accept assistance from any source and not be too concerned about the motives. After all, we all tend to do the right things for the wrong reasons fairly often.
We all agreed to meet again in an RV park outside of Tulsa in a few days and see what we could do about David's brothers. I joined David under the shower and when he asked me what we were talking about I just told him that they were all offering to buy him from me and I was just trying to negotiate a good price.
David's jaw dropped and his eyes started to mist up. His lips trembled a bit and he managed to stammer, "Are you going to get rid of me already, Sir? What have I don't wrong?"
I grabbed his head and pulled him close to my chest. "You haven't done anything wrong, and I'm not going to sell you to any of those guys - at least for now. You're mine and mine you are going to stay. Now I want you to wash me off properly and then drop to your knees and give me a proper blow-job."
"But all those guys are watching," he said, blushing a bit.
"So what, they're all gay and they will just be wishing that they were me - and if they like what they see it will drive up your price if I do ever decide to sell you."
After I had shot my load into David's suctioning mouth we finished our showers and returned to the motorhome. Originally I had thought we would stay here for a couple of days; however, now I had decided that it was time to move on. I had a couple of people to see before making the rendezvous in Tulsa. It didn't take very long for us to get ready and hit the road. I wanted to be outside Chicago by that evening. We made it and David was becoming more comfortable with his nudity.
We hit a truck stop outside of Springfield, Illinois, and I ran into a guy I had known while I was still trucking. He came over to see my new rig and David didn't hide when my friend came into the coach.
"Does the boy come with the coach?" my friend asked nodding at David.
"No, I picked him up later; however, I do think that every coach should come with someone like him as standard equipment. I guess this is the advantage of not driving a big rig, no one can tell me that I can't have any riders any more." I smiled and embraced David.
After he left I told David, "Harry had a boy like you he took with him in his rig for several years. He built a special hidden compartment where the boy hid whenever there was someone around who might object to him being there. As I understand the story the boy hadn't worn any clothing in almost five years when Harry finally sold him to a friend who needed a slave boy to help run his farm."
"Sold him," David asked, "wasn't the boy given any choice in the matter?"
"Did your father give you any choice when he gave you to me? It's the same thing, only a bit of money changed hands. The farmer needed a worker and wanted a sex slave and the boy had grown too big for the hiding place so he needed a new home. It worked out well for everyone and Harry got something for his training and feeding the slave. Everyone was happy."
David started to object, "Did anyone ask the boy-"
I cut him off, "Would you ask a dog if he wanted to go with a new owner? A slaveboy is still property, just like the dog, so why would you ask him?"
"Are you going to sell me?" he asked, his lower lip trembling a bit.
"Well, who knows, I don't intend to right now, but no one knows what the future might bring, now does one?"
I pulled out onto the highway and headed on the last leg of our journey for the day while David just sat there and thought about what I had said. Finally he said, "I don't want you to sell me, I want to stay with you. I'll be the best slaveboy in the world, I promise, just don't sell me to a stranger."
I stifled a chuckle and thought that I now knew for sure how to keep him in line, just start talking about selling him to someone else.
It was just about dark when we arrived at our destination. I pulled the rig into a narrow driveway that looked more like a tunnel in the trees. We went around one bend and there was a wall with a steel gate and a speaker box. I pulled up to the box and pushed the button, a bright light came on and after a few seconds the steel gate rolled to the side allowing us to enter a long, narrow driveway that was bordered by high concrete walls and covered with chain-link fencing. When the gate behind us had closed completely the one in front opened and we drove out into a well maintained woods. The driveway twisted a bit through the trees and then ended in a large open parking area where there were two other motorhomes and a couple eighteen-wheelers parked. Four naked boys were busy washing one of the motorhomes and only looked up when I pulled in next to them and parked.
David saw the naked boys and then look over at me. "Are they slaveboys?" he asked.
"Yes. I think that they all belong to Master Karl; he owns this place as well as both of the big rigs and at least one of the motorhomes. I don't know who the other one belongs to, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough."
About this time, the front door of the big house at the side of the parking area opened and an extremely handsome older man with a mane of flowing white hair burst out. He trotted over to my coach and almost ripped the door off as he bounded in. I stood to greet him and he almost broke my ribs with the huge bear-hug he gave me.
"And this must be David," he said when he had released me. "He looks like he could be a keeper."
"It sounds to me like someone has been talking," I said with a smile.
"Kenny called this morning, said you had pulled out already and that I should expect to see you sometime in the next couple of days." He glanced at his watch. "It doesn't appear that you wasted any time getting here."
"Well, if the job we have planned is going to work we are going to need your assistance and since I'm the one who thought it up I figured that I should be the one to ask, I didn't want anyone else to beat me here."
He smiled, "Well, you're here so do you want to come in and tell me all about it?"
"It sounds like a plan," I replied, then I turned to David. "You go out and give those boys a hand, when they finish with that rig they will start on ours and you need to help. Behave yourself, do everything you're told and I'm sure you'll get along just fine. Master Karl's boys are always well trained and I'm sure they will give you some good advice."
Karl and I headed to the house while David timidly made his way over to the other boys.
"He'll be just fine, they won't do anything to him without permission and we can watch and listen from inside." Karl led the way inside.
"Who does that other coach belong to?" I asked.
"You remember Alfred? He had fit it out as a rolling dungeon and had traveled all over the South picking up hitchhikers and training them before selling them into the Middle East. He had a stroke and had to settle down so he took his most recent boys and moved over there himself. I bought the coach, but I don't know what I'm going to do with it, I already have the eighteen-wheeler and I can't drive two vehicles at the same time."
"I was sort of hoping that you will be available with the truck to make this little project work out, I think that people would be far less likely to be looking for a big rig than a motorhome."
"So, tell me just what it is that you are going to try to do."
By the time I had told Karl all about how I had come to have David and what I wanted to do to 'liberate' his brothers the boys had finished washing the coach and were all in the slave's quarters getting ready for dinner.
Since David had never been there before the others decided that he would be the centerpiece on the dining room table and not have to do anything about preparing and serving the food.
When Karl and I came out of his study to have dinner we found David spread-eagled in the middle of the dinner table with his cock and balls sticking up through the middle of a bowl of pickles and olives. A place had been set on either side of his torso and candles were set up in his navel and on both of his nipples with the wax dripping down on his body.
David was trying his best not to complain, but every time a new bit of molten wax hit a fresh spot, he sucked in a bit of air and tried to stifle a moan. A bowl of ice with cold drinks in it sat on his stomach so he was getting hot and cold at the same time.
Two of Karl's boys served as our personal waiters while the other two dove under the table and worked their oral magic on our cocks while we enjoyed the meal. Mealtime at Karl's was always a pleasure and this evening was no exception. Sometimes it is a bit difficult to cut your steak while blowing a load into a hot sucking mouth, but we managed and had a wonderful time. I dropped pieces of meat and potato into David's mouth from time to time as well as a couple of the olives and pickles. We both picked up David's nuts instead of an olive a couple of times, Karl a bit more brutally that I, but David did himself proud and didn't fuss at all.
After dinner David was released and the boys cleaned up everything while Karl and I settled back to enjoy an evening of catching up on new and old friends.
Karl had set us up in one of his guest suites - the room included a cell for my slave if I so desired, as well as almost any sort of bondage equipment a man could think of. When I came into the suite David was in the cell, spread-eagled on an X-cross with a lead weight hanging from his nut sac and some rather vicious looking clips attached to his nipples.
When I entered, he looked up at me pleadingly - obviously hoping that I would release him or at the very least remove the tit clamps and ball weight.
I pretended to not see him as I got ready for bed; it was only just before I started to turn off the light that I acknowledged that he was in the room.
"Oh, there you are, I was wondering if I was going to have to sleep alone tonight?"
"Please, Master, will you release me, I've been here for some time now and these clamps and weights are very painful."
"What did you do to get yourself in that position?" I asked in mock seriousness.
"I didn't do anything, really Master, I followed instructions to the letter, and doing everything that those other boys told me to do. I even managed to keep all of the water from the ice melting inside my asshole from spilling out onto the dining room table while you were eating."
That explained the concentration on his face during dinner; I sort of wondered if they had stuffed something inside him, now I knew.
"At first the ice hurt, then after it had finally warmed up it just made me feel extremely full, only I was beginning to think that I was going to end up exploding all over the table when you finally finished eating and left the room. As soon as they untied me I rushed to the bathroom and let out an extremely foul smelling gush of fluids - I'm sure that if I had done that on the table you would have sold me and I don't want to leave you now, or ever."
This was an interesting admission, I didn't think that we had been together long enough for him to feel that way; however, knowing the kind of loveless home he came from I guess any sort of tenderness would bring out that sort of a reaction.
After pausing a bit, as if I were thinking about whether or not to untie him I removed the clamps and weight and then released him from his bondage.
I took him back to bed with me, attaching a chain from his collar to one of the bedposts just to remind him that he was still a slave. Even after all the sex that I had had that day he managed to work my cock to full erection and started pushing his asshole back onto it, using only my pre-cum for lubricant.
David's cleaned out asshole obviously needed something to fill it and my prick seemed like exactly the right item. It took him a little bit of time to work it inside that way, but when he was finished the hot tight sheath of his rectum started me going and I began a slow, sensuous fucking rhythm as we lay there on our sides with David pushing his ass back against me, trying to capture every millimeter of my erection in his clutching asshole.
If there is a pleasure greater than fucking a willing slaveboy I don't know what it is [perhaps two at once?]. David's lovely rectum was able to bring me off again after a few minutes and then we fell asleep with him still impaled on my slowly retreating lovepole.
To be continued???
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