Jon's Story 6 :The Sale.

JON'S STORY : 6. THE SALE .

After about four weeks, this period in the life of the eunuch came to an end, and one afternoon , Jon and Ricci were transported back to the Slave Trader's premises.

They were immediately taken to the studio, and once more every part of their bodies were intimately photographed. Some photos were taken of the two boys together in submissive poses.

They were then taken down to a cell in which five other eunuchs were sitting. Jon thought that they were to be auctioned off in one go.

Andy was sitting in a corner, and Jon moved to sit next to him . Nothing was said - they both knew that would mean a lash of the whip - but they felt the nearness of the youthful shoulders and hips. Andy had calmed down and now looked more fleshy; the hormones had obviously worked.

They were taken out in turns and prepared for sale. Jon was led out, his hair trimmed and shampooed, his teeth cleaned and buffed up and a thin gold collar placed around his neck. A sticker with 'number 3' on it was stuck to his left buttock. He was led back into the room to the other slaves.

Later the trader came into the room and examined each slave carefully. He then told them that they were to be sold in the next few hours and that they should obey the attendants and the buyers promptly. They would not look at the buyers; the must keep their eyes lowered at all times. Any slave not sold tonight would be sold to a client who took pleasure in slowly torturing his victims to death.

They were then led into another room, and told to stand in front of a mirror with their hands behind their backs and legs slightly apart. Every now and then a slave would be ordered to walk forwards or kneel or even do a press up. The slaves were led back into the cell and waited.

On the other side of the mirror, prospective buyers were making their choices. This was a preliminary viewing. The buyers would then go to a lounge to examine their choices more thoroughly.

Time elapsed before a particularly pretty blond eunuch was led out of the room. It was Jon's turn next. He was led through corridors and up a narrow passage. The assistant mumbled something into a speaker, opened the door and led the slave into a large lounge in which three or four men were sitting. The slave trader and the man sitting next to him were talking quietly and looking at a booklet. This had the details of all the slaves on offer. They were at other end of the room and the trader summoned the boy towards him. He walked the length of the room, very conscious that he was an item for sale. He didn't look up, but could feel their eyes searing into his slave flesh. He could feel his heart beating and his mouth went dry.

As he neared the man, the trader told him to kneel in front of the gentleman, a large dark man sitting to the trader's left. The man ran his expert hands up and down the slave's torso, tweaked his nipples and opened his mouth to check his teeth. "Bend and expose your butt." The trader ordered. The slave turned round on his knees and bent forward so that the man could examine his butt. The man pulled his buttocks apart and poked his hole. The boy's buttocks quivered and the man slapped them.

"This is a virgin, then." The man said.

"Yes he is. "

"How old is he?"

"Eighteen and a half."

"He looks younger. When was he cut?"

"One month ago."

"And he volunteered for slavery?"

"Yes, he is a willing slave; a natural submissive. Gay boys like this often fantasise about such things."

"Boy , are you what the trader says you are?"

Yes, master."

"Kneel in front of me!"

The slave did so, and the man ran his hand over the slave's torso again. The little prickle stirred. The man looked at it at pulled at it.

"Still something in there. That's what we want. Stand up and walk away from me."

The slave started to walk.

"Turn round and walk towards me."

The boy did as instructed and saw the man looking approvingly at him.

"I want to hear his voice - find something for him to read aloud."

The trader snapped his fingers to the assistant who rummaged around and found a book. It was handed to the slave who started to read a chapter out loud. His voice was young and had that attractive lightness to be found in those whose voices have only recently broken.

"Stop now, boy. Can you sing?"

Jon went red. He could quite sing well when he was young, but hadn't sung since his voice broke.

"A bit." He said.

"Go on then - sing!"

The boy stammered and stuttered.

"Come on!" and with that, he slapped his thigh.

He remembered a catchy song by a group that had been played on local radio. He sang the first few lines in his boy tenor voice.

The man raised his hand and the slave stopped singing.

Trader - I will have this one. Can we negotiate the price?"

"Of course, sir," said the trader." I cannot let this one go for much less than 15,000."

"He is a very pretty boy, but not worth that: my client was thinking of 10,000.

Jon stood there naked, exposed and totally humiliated as these men haggled over him. And yet he was excited by it. He savoured every moment. This was one of his fantasies - standing naked, while traders haggled over him. His prickle filled and hardened; he tried to control it, but it was harder than ever it had been since he was gelded.

After a few minutes a price of around 13,000 was agreed and the men filled their glasses and drank to their deal.. Jon tried to work out what currency they were dealing in, but there were no clues.

"Do you want us to deliver him for you?"

"No - I will take him tonight; can your men take him to my car before I go?"

"Of course, sir."

The buyer told the slave to kneel in front of him, and Jon knew to kiss his feet. The man slapped the boy's buttocks and said "Yes, a natural slave; you will do well!" He pulled the slave up by his hair and pushed a sweet into his mouth.

The assistant led the slave out and into another holding cell.

"You are a very lucky boy," the assistant told him.

"Why?"

The reply was a lash with the whip across his buttock

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The blond eunuch was sitting in the cell, and the boys started to talk. His name was Dave, and he had been enticed into slavery after running away from home. He, too was gay, and, after a night on the streets felt he had nothing to loose. The assistant offered him a meal and a bed for the night, and he woke up the next morning bound and gagged. A week later, they cut him. After that, he realised that he would just have to let them have their way. Both slaves agreed that they were goods in a large business controlled by powerful men.

A little later, Andy came into the room. He told Jon his story. He had been castrated at the same time as Jon, and after Jon had been taken upstairs, they had started to cruelly torture Andy. He was told that if he didn't totally submit, he would be sold to a club in which the owners would take pleasure in very slowly torturing slaves to death. They took him away to a Master who was cruel to him, but in the end Andy gave in. He realised that once castrated, he could never live a normal life; they couldn't sew his balls back on again! So he decided that he would make the best of slavery. Also, they injected him with hormones, which certainly dampened his spirit.

Much later, Ricci came into the room, but was very quiet.

Very soon Jon, Dave and Andy were led into an underground garage. A large car was waiting and they were bound, gagged and pushed into the boot. Not long after, the car started to drive, seemingly for some time. It stopped, the lid was opened and they were pulled out and led up several flights of stairs and into an attic. They were unshackled and told to lie down on an old mattress on the floor. As they did, they were covered in blankets and told to sleep.

Later, they were pulled up and led down stairs and into what looked like a warehouse. Here they were lead to three large packing cases. A man stuck a hypodermic needle full of drugs into their buttocks and each slave in turn was bound and then pushed into a box. Jon was pushed down into a sitting position with his hands shackled together over his knees and his feet nearly pushed back to the front of his buttocks. His mouth was then tightly gagged with a ball gag. He could see over the side of the box, and the other slaves were similarly packed. His head was pushed down and this lid screwed and then sealed on. By this time he was slipping into unconsciousness.

To be continued.