“ Oh just d-dinner with some friends, then maybe a m-movie Thir.” Bobby stammered and lisping a bit as he always did when nervous. His father always made him nervous.

The frown deepened, “Doesn’t dinner imply dressing for dinner?” he demanded (Bobby always wore black tie at home).

“Nno Tthir, the pplace we are going is very casual, most ppeople won’t even be wearing a tie.”

“Humph” was the response, “Well run along but I hope you don’t make a habit of frequenting places like this”

“Nno Thir!” Bobby replied.

Out of the house at last he hopped into his Porsche and drove off. He was late to meet Phillip an older man he was seeing. Phillip was taking him to the exclusive Gay Club Brooks Brothers.

He drove through town and seemed to take a wrong turn, just when things seemed hopeless something even worse happened. He felt the car lurch and then heard the thump-thump of a flat tire. Bobby pulled over and got out. Fuck! He swore under his breath. He patted himself to find his cell phone to call Phillip. Shit, he remembered he had left it on his dresser. Looking up the street he saw a neon sign and people milling about. A bar of some type he dashed up the street and reached the entrance. The bouncer dressed in jeans and a leather jacket boomed at him, “How old you boy?”

“T-twenty-one” Bobby replied (he had fake id proving it, but he was actually 18)

The bouncer studied it, “Sure go in,” he told Bobby smiling, “Enjoy”

He paid the $5.00 cover charge and dashed in. Bobby looked around quickly for a pay phone but his eyes were quickly arrested by what he saw in the bar. It was a leather bar, boys in leather jocks and nothing else danced in cages. A man on his knees, naked except for a choke chain and leash, sucked the cock of a 300lb biker type, he saw another man with 2 chastity slaves on leashes licking his boots. One guy was bent over a table getting paddled by a group of guys drinking beer. Bobby felt several dozen eyes drawn to him. His skin prickled. This was a mistake, he turned to leave and almost bumped into a huge leather man. He towered over Bobby, standing at least 6’4-5”.

“Buy you a drink boy?” he asked.

“No, I-I am j-just leaving” Bobby stammered.

The man moved so fast Bobby didn’t see the hand coming, he was slapped hard enough to make him cry. “I think you need to learn some manners boy when you talk to a real man”

Sniffling Bobby could feel the welt on his cheek rising, “S-sorry T-thir” he lisped.

“Your awful cute boy” the man said, “so I will forgive you” he put his arm around Bobby’s shoulder and dragged the slender 5’6” boy along. The sounds from the bar diminished as he was taken into a private room.

“I got a few questions and you better answer truthfully and fast okay boy? The Leather man pushed him into a rickety chair. Bobby nodded.

“Your real age?”

“Eighteen Sir”

“How did you wind up here? Looking for adventure?”

Bobby quickly explained about getting lost and his flat tire.

“So no one, not even you boyfriend, knows where you are?

“N-no T-thir” Bobby said feeling sick as soon as the words came out.

Another man entered the room,

“We heard enough” he put a drink in front of Bobby.

“Drink it, or we will pour it down your throat” he ordered.

He hesitated for only a second and then lifted the glass.

“It won’t hurt you boy” the Leather man advised.

Bobby took a sip. It was like water with something bitter that burned his tongue.

He took a bigger sip, he was feeling woozy. He quickly sagged in the chair, unconscious.

The second man fished in Bobby’s suit pocket and tossed the car keys to the Leather man.

Your payment, get it moved asap. He said a silver Porsche.

Bobby woke up in a cell laying on a cot. His expensive suit etc were gone, he was naked.

The barred doorway looked onto another cell with a naked young guy in it. He was sitting on his

cot watching Bobby.

“Where am I?” Bobby rasped, his throat bone dry.

“The boy spoke very quietly, “You are in a holding cell waiting to be sold in a slave auction.”

“Sold!” Bobby almost yelped.

“Keep it down! The guards will hear.” The boy hissed. He then clammed up and ignored further questions.

Shortly after 2 nasty looking men came and unlocked Bobby’s cell. Let’s go bitch one of them barked. Trembling he got up and went out in the hall. The one guard led the way the other followed Bobby. They passed at least 30 cells with a boy in each one. The guards took him into a room filled with equipment and a metal table like from an operating room. Two men in scrubs were waiting for him. Another man was there as well. A heavy set, older, middle eastern type in a cheap suit came over and looked him over.

“Before you begin his prep I want to let the Sheik see him. He is very special, collar him”

he told the guards.

A leather dog collar was strapped around his neck and a leash attached. He frowned at the mark on Bobby’s face from the previous night. Cover that blemish, some needs to learn how to handle merchandise.” He snapped. One of the men in scrubs came over with a make up tray and brushed

Bobby’s face with light foundation. “Good” the Arabic man grunted.

He then tugged on the leash and Bobby was led away again through another door.

The wound up at another door several corridors later and the man turned to Bobby and warned him. “Stay absolutely silent and obey whatever instructions you are given. Keeping your tongue may depend on it.” Terrified Bobby nodded.

The knocked firmly, someone said something in a foreign tongue and then the door opened.

Bobby was led into a room with several men in suits and arab headdresses standing around the central figure of a gigantically fat arab in robe and pantaloons reclining in a Divan smoking a hookah pipe. Two naked boys were kneeling before him. One was sucking his cock the other

acting as a foot stool. Both boys were bald and devoid of any body hair. His captor drew Bobby forward tugging gently on the leash. He and the fat arab sheik spoke rapidly. He reached out and grabbed Bobby’s privates speaking rapidly and then laughing. Then in broken English, he said, “You are sure he is a virgin?”

“Yes most noble one, while drugged the boy confirmed it and our Dr says he has never been penetrated.”

“Ok have him prepared as we discussed” he then waved away the man holding Bobby leash and barked in Arabic. The boys crawled back to their previous positions.

Back in the prep room Bobby was ordered up on the metal table. His legs were placed in stirrups

and his arms strapped down. “W-what are you doing?” he stammered.

The older of the 2 men in scrubs rolled over on a stool between his legs and uncovered a tray of surgical instruments, the other guy brought a syringe. The man on the stool lifted Bobby’s ball sac and swabbed him with some alchol. Then he stuck the needle in. “OOOOHHH” Bobby started to yell but the pain faded quickly as the local took hold. The Dr. (Bobby assumed) lifted a scalpel and deftly sliced down the center of Bobby’s scrotum. Bobby struggled in his bonds, “Nooooo”

Tears spilling down his face. Without even looking up the Doctor cut until he had to flaps like shutters on a window. Carefully he folded them back exposing Bobby’s 2 testicles and proceed to clamp off the cords that attached the ball to the boy’s body. He did the same for the second ball.

Babbling now Bobby said his father would pay millions the Doctor a million dollars if he would stop.” The Doctor didn’t respond at all. Bobby was propped up and watched helplessly as the Dr snipped first one ball free, dropping it on a tray and then the other was snipped and placed beside it.

The arab who had shown Bobby to the Sheik snatched up the tray and commented, “The Sheik will want these while they are fresh” he quickly disappeared from the room.

Bobby lay back tears rolling down his cheeks as the Doctor removed his empty sack and stitched

the wound closed. Mercifully Bobby finally passed out.