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JON'S STORY : 3 BECOMING A SLAVE.
Jon was led down some stairs and into a small room - really more of a cell.
"Wait here, and warm up" the old man said. He threw a blanket to the youth and he wrapped it round his shoulders.
Jon sat on the small bed and waited.
Sometime later a younger man came into the room and asked if Jon had recently seen the trader about becoming a slave. Jon said that he had and that the trader had told him to go to this address. The man went out of the room and came back with a photograph - of the naked Jon.
"You have come earlier than we expected, boy."
"Sorry, sir. I will leave if you like."
"No, you are now committed to becoming a slave. Remove your clothes,"
Jon hesitated.
"Go on - you are now a slave and you must obey without question.."
With that Jon slipped off the clothes.
The man compared the youth with the photo and grinned. He then prodded and tweaked the boy's nipples. He stood back and looked at the naked youth appreciatively. Once more, in spite of the fact that he was cold, he enjoyed the feeling of the eyes resting on his flesh.
"Yes, very good," the man said
"What is that envelope on the bed?"
"Its got some money from my job and my passport in it. The trader told me to bring it with me."
"Give it to me."
Jon handed him the envelope and the man opened it. He counted the money and grinned to himself.
" This is your home for the next few days, boy. Keep quiet or I will have to gag you. Now, kneel."
Jon knelt before the man and saw the large lump growing between his legs. The man took a steel collar and locked it round the youth's neck. It felt cold, heavy and uncomfortable.
" Bend over the table."
This time the boy quickly obeyed. The man then gave him two lashes with a small whip. " A slave always obeys."
"Yes Sir!"
Another lash across the buttock.
"I am Master Jack!"
"Yes Master. Jack"
"You call me Master Jack and my partner Master Mike. You can sit on the bed."
The man went out of the room and locked the door. Jon was now a slave. He had given up his freedom: he was now nothing but a piece of meat to be bought and sold. The thought made his prick go hard.
Some hours later, the man came back and attached a leash to the slave's collar. Jon was then led to the kitchen. For the next half hour Jon washed the dishes of several meals. .He was aware of different pairs of eyes examining his back, but didn't turn round. He thought he heard comments about kidnapping slaves, but kept his head down.
After he had finished, the man led Jon back to his cell with a chain attached to his collar.
The cell had a small bed in it and the slave looked longingly at it.
"Do you want to piss?"
Jon nodded.
"You can go in the hole in the corner."
Jon pissed in front of his new master and enjoyed the man eyeing up his young body.
"Lie down on the bed."
Jon did, and the man roughly drew his hands up and shackled them to the head board. He did the same to the boy's legs. He was now completely helpless and at the man's mercy. The man put some blankets over the shackled slave and went out of the cell, locking the door behind him.
Jon was alone, shackled and naked. He was a slave. He knew that there was no escape, but he felt strangely free. He was meant to be a slave! He had a raging hard on all night, but because his arms and legs were bound, he could do nothing about it.
The next day the man pulled the blankets of the slave. He then unshackled Jon, washed, shaved and showered him. Master Jack pulled at the slaves prick, which had been hard all the time.
"Don't touch this again, it is no longer for your pleasure. If you need to piss, you ask my permission. "
For the next few days Jon was used as a domestic; cleaning and washing around the building. At meal times, he was made to wait at table, any small mistakes were corrected with a slap. Master Jack was kind to the slave and only gave a few lashes of the whip as it was clear that the boy was naturally submissive. Both men appreciated the boy's body and often prodded and squeezed the young flesh The slave was also well fed, being told that buyers like a nice plump slave. In the evenings, he was locked into the cell and sometimes bound and gagged. He did hear shouts and screams from nearby, but nothing was said. Often the men wore leather costumes, and the boy noticed that Master Jack was well muscled.
"The Dealer will see you now."
Jon was led into a bigger room in the cellar, which had the appearance of a dungeon. The Dealer was standing by a large table.
"Get up on to the table!"
Master Jack strapped Jon down and the Master roughly examined him, and then a discussion began.
"You must keep him for the next two weeks at least; I was expecting him to arrive next week .We are having serious problems in the warehouse."
"What about our clients?"
"You must keep this slave hidden and completely away from them. They mustn't know that he exists. You know that he is a virgin, and I want him kept that way. He is a willing slave and so he won't be difficult to control .You can beat him, but no permanent damage. A few wheals on his butt are ok, but don't draw blood. He can be stretched and hung in here, but make sure the blood circulates through his limbs. He also needs to be branded."
He flicked the boy's hard prickle.
"A hormone injection will reduce this."
"What about gelding him here?"
The trader roughly squeezed the slave's testicles.
"It has to be done by the Cutter, but it could be done here. I'll talk to him about it. We must be careful; we lost a slave last month "
Jon was a bit relieved. He realised that the two men ran a bondage club and that clients visited, mostly in the evenings. Slave keeping was a sideline.
"What about the eunuch?"
"They can be kept together if this one is restrained. It might be good for him to see what he is in for!"
They went out of the room; Jon was alone, naked and shackled in a torture room. After sometime, the two men came back and the trader pushed a needle into Jon's buttock. It was female hormone and the first step to castration. He lay there for at least an hour.
When they came back into the room, they unstrapped him and attached him by his wrists to shackles from the ceiling; they raised him so that his toes could only just touch the ground. They also shackled his feet together.
The youth was to be branded. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the men had a small electric branding iron. The electric branding iron heated up. Master Mike held the slave while Jack firmly placed the red hot steel against the youth's tender right buttock. He squealed like a young pig and the men chuckled. The slave was left in the room for an hour before his release. He felt the pain on his buttock and the smell of his flesh roasting. He knew that he really was now a piece of meat to be bought and sold, but despite the pain, he was stimulated; his prickle stood out in front of him. This was another of his many slave fantasies; to be a helpless youth stretched out, exposed and now branded. Later, they came in and unshackled him only leaving the leather collar on, and took him back to his cell.
He carried on as a house slave for the next few days. The injections were making his prickle less able to harden. His breasts grew slightly and he needed to be shaved less often.
He met the eunuch in the kitchen, and was allowed to talk to the boy. The eunuch was of mixed race and had been a rent boy. He had been tricked by his pimp, suggested that a long term contract might make him mire money, but once the boy had signed had bound him and sold him to the trader as a slave. The trader had him castrated immediately and so he couldn't escape his fate. Jon was very curious and was later allowed to inspect the eunuch's scar. The boy's name was Ricci and Jon was fascinated by him.
The days went by ;Jon was happy as a house boy, he cleaned and washed during the days, and in the evenings he and Ricci were locked in a little attic room, while the Masters entertained their clients. They were told to keep quiet, but they were able to talk freely. For the first time in his life, Jon could talk to someone about what it was like to be a gay teenager. He poured out his secret thoughts to Ricci. It turned out that Ricci's life had not been too different from Jon's, but Ricci had truanted and ran away from home very early in life, and had been exploited as a male prostitute. He, too had a miserable time with his mother's lover who also would bully him. The slaves developed a strong bond with each other and would often fall asleep in each others' arms. The master had told Jon not to jerk off, and he didn't feel the need as urgently. The hormone injections were having an effect.
Ricci also told Jon about the underworld that they were now part of. The trader was involved in many operations, some of which were not legal. The procuring of slaves was one of many underground activities pursued by him. Ricci told Jon that, if he were lucky, he would be sold to a rich man and used as a sexual toy; if he were unlucky, he would end up in a brothel in the Far East.
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