Jon's Story 2. Preparation.

AS the train lumbered on through the dull suburbs, Jon thought about what was ahead of him. He sat in the train and the inevitable hard came on. It was so simple. After all these years of fantasy, his enslavement was a real prospect. He could get out of his life in a couple of days and be a slave!

When he finally got home he stripped off and inspected his fine young body in the mirror. He then lay back on his bed and jerked off. He then reflected on what had happened.

. In the last few hours, he had been eyed up, touched up, prodded like a piece of meat. He realised that in the last two years he had avoided being naked in front of other people. He had always been ashamed of his small genitals; even pissing in a urinal was an ordeal. Now, his naked body had been appreciated; he looked again in the mirror with a new confidence. The man had called him 'good looking' and had made approving noises. He couldn't remember the last time he was complimented like that. His body was to be modified, displayed and used. . He could only look forward to his new life: he was to be a eunuch and a slave.

The slave trader was back in his premises and was saying to the assistant that the boy was to be expected in a fortnight and that he should be processed as quickly as possible. He had observed that the boys genitals were small and underdeveloped for his age, he was fair and had virtually no body hair; puberty had come late to the boy. Cut him soon and we can stop his beard. He will fetch a high price once he is gelded. If he doesn't come back in the next month we must find him. The assistant said "Why did you let him go?", but the slave trader knew that there were already problems with his business.

He was on the 2-00pm to 10-00pm shift the next day, and the free morning would give him time to terminate his affairs. He looked around the room at his meagre possessions, which would be easy to get rid of. Next morning he gave a week's notice to the land lord, telling him that he was going up north for a couple of years. The landlord was pleased and offered him a few pounds for bits of furniture. He did ask if he could be out in three days, though as he had a tenant waiting for the room. He also offered to settle the phone bill with the rent that had been paid in advance. The youth had printed out a series of forwarding address labels to a totally fictional address in a northern town and asked the landlord to send letters on for the first few weeks, but then destroy them..

Next, he went to the bank, and closed this account. He did have a few smaller possessions, some of which he gave to a charity shop and some he threw away. He took his computer to a skip down the street and threw it in, having deleted most files. He went through his papers and did find a passport that had last been used particularly disastrous school trip to Bulgaria two years ago and also at the last minute saved his exam certificates and put them in his passport..

He went to the supermarket well before the shift started and gave in his resignation. The manager tried to persuade him to stay, but after some discussion, it was decided that he could leave in two days time.

After three days, he got rid of most of his possessions, and only carried a suitcase of clothes, and an envelope with a few pounds from his job and his passport.

He gave his key to the landlord and walked away from his life. He booked into a cheap hotel and slept his last night as a free man. As he dressed and washed, he had one last look at his naked body in a mirror and reflected on his situation. "I can still get out of this." he thought. But he knew that he wanted slavery and he couldn't wait to surrender himself. He left the hotel and walked along the streets. He soon found a skip and he dumped his case in that. On a cold November day the youth was clad in jeans and a tee shirt. He shivered in the cold wind.

He then travelled across the city and found the address; it was a very secluded entrance up a small alley. Already apprehensive, he knocked on the door, and nothing happened. He knocked again and still no reply. It suddenly dawned on him that the slave trader had talked about a fortnight, not three days. It was lunchtime, and as he still had some money, he went to a nearby pub and tried to phone the number. There was no reply. He had a sandwich and a coke in the pub, and decided to try once more.

It was very cold now and he went back to the house and knocked again. He waited and heard movements inside. The door opened and a dark man peer out at him. He abruptly asked what his business was. He said that he had been told to come to this address and showed the man the card. The man took it away, looked at it and told the youth to come back in 10 minutes.

Jon miserably walked round the block, then hung around. He was shivering in the cold and he realised that he had no where to go. What had he done to his life? Supposing this was all a cruel joke. He had a few pounds in an envelope with his passport, but that would not pay for a night's sleep. If he didn't get an answer he would have to sleep on the streets.

He knocked again and the door opened.

"You had better come in. "

He closed the door behind him. He was standing in a dingy lobby

"What is your name?"

"Jon."

The old man looked at him carefully, taking in the contours of his shivering body, only protected by a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Stay there."

The old man disappeared down the passage, leaving Jon standing by the door. He was aware of a telephone conversation deep in the interior of the house. He could still escape, but it was bitterly cold outside and would be dark soon.

"You have come here too soon." The old man said.

"Sorry, sir. Shall I go and come back in a week?" Still one last chance to get out of this!

The old man looked the youth up and down and this time prodded his arm.

"No, you can stay here. Come with me!"

The old man grasped the youth by the arm and led him down the passage.