Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Making of a Slave Boy: Taken Part:02 Summary: Kyle is smuggled to his new home and meets his Master and the boy he is replacing. Keywords: Mb11, oral, anal, slave, reluc Donate - Please donate to ASSTR. For just the cost of a cup of coffee a week you can help feed the imaginations of starving readers. Help end sexual hunger today, donate at /donations.html Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. Making of a Slave Boy 2: Taken Part 1 (Trafficked) can be found on my site - /~Take_Charge_Dad/ This is a first pass at this series and it may be revised based on reader feedback, so please email me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo dot com with any comments, suggestions, or what you like about the story. - CR I was groggy when I woke up. I was in the back of a van, lying on a thin pad. Jose must have heard me stirring because he was coming through a curtain from the front of the van when I woke up. He asked me how I was feeling; I told him I was tired. He nodded and handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water. I don't know how long we were on the road or where we were headed but it was obvious that we were in Mexico. I wasn't allowed to leave the back of the van except for when we stopped for gas or food, and Jose always escorted me when I left the van. There was another man that shared the driving with Jose. I heard Jose call him Miguel a couple times, so that must have been his name. He never said a word to me the entire time. There was another thin mattress in the back that they would nap on when they weren't driving. I was bored, so spent most of the time sleeping or just laying there starring at the ceiling of the van. I sucked Jose off a couple times when he was in the back to 'nap'. I even sucked Miguel off once while Jose was driving. Miguel laid down on his mattress and pulled his cock out of his pants. He shook it at me. I knew what he wanted. He was a dark skinned Mexican man, probably in his early thirties. He wasn't particularly attractive, but he wasn't repulsive either. He was about five-foot six inches tall and maybe a hundred fifty pounds, having a small 'beer gut'. His cock was smaller than Jose's, probably about five inches long, but much thicker. He was uncut and his dick wasn't particularly clean. I guess it had been awhile since he had showered. He smelled very musky. I'd serviced dirtier and uglier men for Diego, so I just went to work on his cock. I made sure I had a lot of spit in my mouth to wash off some of the smegma that was trapped under his foreskin. Unlike Jose, he was passive and just laid there while I sucked him. While his thick cock stretched my mouth a little, I was able to take his entire length into my and down my throat. I alternated between bobbing my head up and down on his cock, and then jacking it with my hands as I used my tongue on the head. He only lasted about five minutes before he was ready to cum. I used one hand and my mouth to bring him off, taking his cum into my mouth and swallowing it. When he was done cumming and I had licked his cock clean, he pushed me away and put his cock back in his pant. He rolled over and went to sleep. After what was probably two days, we arrived at some small fishing village on the coast. We parked and Jose made me stay in the van until it was dark. Jose opened the rear doors of the van and tossed me a hoodie, telling m to put it on and pull up the hood. Once I had it on, he escorted me from the van, down a long pier, and onto a fishing boat. He told me to get below deck and wait there. I had probably been in there for about thirty minutes when I heard a loud engine start up and we began moving. After about another half hour, Jose told me I could come out if I wanted to. Jose drove the boat for about another hour, occasionally checking a GPS device, before he dropped anchor and told me that we were going to sleep here tonight. I sucked Jose off before we went to sleep and again when we woke up in the morning. A couple hours after sunrise, a speed boat, one of those large fancy ones, approached. It pulled up along side of us and a teenage blond boy tossed Jose a rope so that he could tie the two boats together. The speed boat was driven by a handsome older man. He was white, in his mid-fifties, salt and pepper black hair and blue eyes, with a beard that was also a mix of black and gray. He was tanned and in very good shape. He was probably around six-feet tall and maybe weighed a little under two hundred pounds with almost no body fat over his muscles. He was tanned and his chest hair and treasure trail that matched the hair on his head, a mix of black and gray. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting black board shorts and a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. While the man was handsome, the teen was gorgeous. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth, no signs of stubble. His hair was shoulder length and had sun-bleached highlights mixed in with the darker shades of his golden blond hair. He was wearing a just a skimpy blue thong bathing suit that hide a decent sized bulge. He also had on a pair of sunglasses although his were black and had a strange gray rectangular attachment that partially covered the top of the right lens. The teen's body was tanned a golden brown all over. His nipples were obscenely large, sticking out at least a half an inch and probably about that wide as well. They were both pierced with gold hoops in them that matched the hoops in the boy's ears and one in his belly button. He had tribal style tattoos on his upper arms and his calfs, plus a triangular one on his lower back that sort of pointed at his big bubble butt of an ass. "So you must be the new boy," he said to me as he picked up a large duffel bag from the floor of the speed boat and tossed it onto the fishing boat. I nodded, "I guess so." "Greg, help the new boy onto the boat and get him ready for his trip back to the island. Go ahead and answer any questions he has, I need to talk to Jose for a few minutes," said the man as he turned off the engines and climbed onto Jose's boat. "Yes Sir," said Greg. He held out his hand to me then pulled me over to the speed boat. He was lowering me into the boat when he toppled over backward and we fell into a heap on the bottom of the boat. He laughed as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me on top of him. "Sorry about that, welcome aboard Boy." I saw that his tongue was pierced as well with a gold barbell. I blushed as I felt myself getting hard from looking at him as he held me against his almost naked body. "Thanks," I said. He rolled over so that he was on top of me and I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he lifted himself up and sat down on one of the built-in seats. He offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet. "You are totally over dressed. Strip off those worn out old clothes," he said, his tone indicating it was an order and not a request. He frowned when I hesitated, "Look Kyle, life will be a lot easier for you if you get used to do just doing what you are told, when you are told, instantly. Do you think you can do that?" "I think so, but I'm scared," I admitted. "I know, so was I when I first arrived. You will get over it. Most of the time you will be having a lot of fun, but things will be a lot tougher for you if you resist. Alex used to fight it and it was rough for him at first, but learning to just do what your told, even if it scares you, will make your life a lot easier. If you don't, well its going to be pretty shitty for you, but my guess is your previous life was pretty bad. I know my life sucked before I came here," said Greg. I nodded. I was used to being hurt when I didn't do what Diego or my mom wanted. This didn't sound much different. Despite my crappy life with my mom, I missed her. I knew that she was a horrible mother, but I still loved her, she was my mom and now she wasn't here. It was like when I had been in the foster home, sure I ate better and my foster family paid more attention to me than my mom ever did, plus they didn't hurt me the way she did when she was mad, but still, I was excited to finally go back home with her. The first couple months were okay since she had been sober, but it wasn't too long before she started using again. I wish I could say that she was a great mom when she was sober, but that would have been a lie; she was still mean even sober. "Do you miss your family?" I asked, putting a voice to one of my fears. Greg got a little wistful, "Sometimes, but I made a new family with our Master and the other boys. I'm jealous of you, because you're going to get to be part of that family now, and I have to leave," I could tell that talking about leaving was making him sad. Somehow that reassured me. If he was sad to be leaving, it couldn't be that bad. I stripped off my shirt and jeans, my shoes and socks were somewhere back in Jose's boat. Greg gave a little chuckle when he looked at me, "Damn, you're as white as your underwear. From your accent, you must be from Texas. Don't you get any sun there?" "I don't go outside much," I said as I frowned at his teasing. "Well strip those off and I'll put some sunscreen on you, then you can put on the swimsuit we brought for you," he said as he reached over to the seat next to him and pulled the seat off. There was a storage compartment under the seat and he removed a small gym bag from it. He opened the bag and took out a bottle of sunscreen. He started to rub it into my pale chest and stomach. "Don't worry, even with this sunscreen on you will soon have a dark tan like mine. You won't be wearing many clothes on the island," he explained. "Is that the man that bought me?" I asked, tilting my head towards Jose's boat. "Yes, that's your Master. Always call him Master or Sir. I'm not even going to tell you his name, that way you won't use it by accident. If he wants you to know it, he will tell you. He will usually call you Boy. In a few years when he gets a new Boy, you will be become Slave. Slave is actually a higher title than Boy, so Slave gets to order Boy around. Finally for your last few years, you will get called by your name, and you can order both Boy and Slave around. But for now, you will be the Boy and have to do whatever Master, Alex, and Slave say. Can you do that?" he asked. He turned me around and started to rub the lotion into my back. "I guess," I answered, then asked about another one of my fears, "Are they going to hurt me?" "Yeah, sometimes, but there is also pleasure with the pain. If you are one of the lucky boys, you will even learn to enjoy the pain. I'm sure you'll be fine. Alex and Slave will be good friends to you and although Alex can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, he isn't all bad. Slave is a sweet boy, hopefully you two will really get along. I'm going to miss him the most. Master is firm but fair. He will make sure you get a decent education and support any hobbies or interests you have. When I get back to the states I'm going to go to Harvard. He pulled some strings to get me in," said Greg, his excitement evident in his voice. "You're going to college? How old are you?" I asked since he didn't seem old enough to be going to college. He appeared to be around sixteen. He laughed and turned me back around. "I'm twenty. You are going to Isle of Lost Boys, you don't age as fast there," he said with a wink. He finished putting the lotion on my arms and legs then pulled my underwear down. My little cock was hard and I was embarrassed by it. I didn't know if I was hard because he was touching me, or if it was because he was telling me about being a sex slave. It didn't help that I was also ashamed about how small my dick was. Fortunately Greg didn't say anything about my little erection and just continued to apply the lotion, first to my butt then to my crotch. When he was done applying the sunscreen, Greg smiled at me, leaned in and whispered into my ear, "It's going to be a long time until he lets you cum from playing with that little dickie of yours, so I hope you enjoy this." He wrapped two of his fingers around my cock, all that would fit on the short shaft, and started stroking me. He rubbed my foreskin back and forth over the tip of my cock, squeezing the head between his fingers and his thumb when they passed over it. He turned me around and pulled me between his legs, so my back was against his chest. He continued to stroke my cock with one hand while he started to rub my asshole with the greasy fingers of his other hand. "He's going to fuck you on the way back to the island. Have you been fucked before?" he asked as he stroked me front and back. I shook my head. "Your first time is going to hurt, a lot, but after a while you'll learn to love it," he said as he pushed a finger into my ass. I hissed as I felt a sharp pain from his finger entering the wrong way up my ass. My whole body got tense. "Relax, try to push out like you're taking a shit when you feel something trying to enter you. It helps," said Greg as he poked his finger in and out a few times. He took his finger out and stopped masturbating me as he reached over to the gym bag. He pulled a small pill bottle out of the bag. He opened it up and took out a white cylindrical pill, which he handed to me. There was also a bottle of water in the bag, which he opened and offered to me to wash the pill down. "It's a Vike, it will help you relax and take some of the edge off the pain," he said. I trusted Greg, he had been in my place once and seemed like he wanted to help me, so I took the pill. Then he put the bottle of water back in the bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers then resumed poking my ass with his finger and jacking me off. Having his finger inside of me felt weird. He started wiggling it around sort of like he was searching for something. I almost jumped when he hit a spot inside of me that gave me a jolt that was a mix of pain and pleasure. The pleasure went straight to my dick, yet also made my whole body tingle. "Ah, there it is," Greg said as he started to message that spot with his finger. It was such an intense feeling that my legs started to get wobbly and I was instantly ready to cum. He increased the speed of his fingers on my dick as he messaged that spot inside of me. He shoved another finger up my ass right as my orgasm started. A sharp pain shot through my ass as it was stretched wider, but that pain just mixed with and was overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of my orgasm. Gregg continued to finger my ass after my orgasm, but he no longer focused on that special spot, instead he worked on stretching me. He was rough and it hurt, but I think the pill he gave me started to kick in, because the pain slowly got more distant. I could tell it hurt but it was a less intense pain. Finally, he pulled his finger out and put the top of the tube of lube to my asshole, pressing it in a bit then squeezing a bunch of lube directly into my ass. He used just one finger to push as much of it in as possible. "Okay, that will have to do," said Greg. He used some of the water from the bottle he had given me with the pill and some paper towels from the bag to wash the lube off his hand. He wiped my ass off with the paper towel and then pulled a swimsuit out of the gym bag and handed it to me. The swimsuit was blue like his and the same style, one of those Brazilian thong suits. It had a small pouch in front that was connected to a small triangle in the back by a half inch wide waistband and a thin strip that went along the crotch and between my butt cheeks. He then fished in the bag and pulled out a pair of cheap sunglasses. "Here," he said handing them to me. I thanked him and put the swimsuit on and then the sunglasses. My cock had gotten soft; it and my tiny balls barely made a bump in the pouch of the thong. Greg noticed my distress. "Don't worry, Master likes boys with little dicks," he said. "That's right," said the man as he jumped from Jose's boat onto the front of the speed boat. He slide down from the bow into the passenger area where Greg and I were. "You all ready to go Greg?" he asked. Greg forced a weak smile, he looked like he was about to start crying but instead just nodded. He took off the sunglasses and removed the gray rectangular piece that was attached to them. "Here you go Sir," he said as he handed it to the man, "Um, I guess this is goodbye." "For now at least, I'm sure we'll see each other again someday, you'll always be one of my boys after all. Good luck at college boy," he said as he stepped forward and gave the teen a hug. Greg's face lit up when he was called boy and I saw some tears leak down from under his sunglasses as he hugged his, no our, Master. After they broke the hug, Greg gave me a quick hug and wished me good luck then climbed up into Jose's boat. Jose came out and waved to me as Greg untied the boats and tossed the rope to me. Master started up the engines and eased the speed boat away from fishing boat. The last time I saw Greg he was raising the anchor of that boat. As we pulled away, I remember thinking it was strange that there was no name on the back of the fishing boat. When I saw boats on TV they always had a name on the back. After the other boat was out of sight, Master eased back on the throttle of the speedboat and left the engines idling. "So Boy, did Greg answer most of your questions?" he asked me as he was fiddling with his sunglasses, attaching what I later learned was some type of attachment that connected to his smart phone and had a video camera inside it. "Yes Sir, um or Master," I answered. "If we are alone or at home, use Master. If there is anyone that doesn't live on the island around, call me Sir," he said. I nodded. He frowned at me, "You'll learn all the rules soon enough, first though, do you want to have some fun?" I immediately figured that "have some fun" was some code for him fucking me and I'm sure he could see the fear on my face because he just laughed and turned away from me. He dug into some storage areas and pulled out two sets of matching helmets and life vests. He helped me put on the smaller set then put on his own safety gear. He pointed to one of the seats at the back. "Sit down and hold onto the safety rails," he said. He sat back down in the driver's seat and started opening up the throttles on the twin engines. I felt the boat lurch under me, so I scrambled into the seat and held on to the rails like he said. Master called it having fun, but I found it terrifying. Okay, I will admit it was exhilarating and kinda fun too. The boat sped through the water at a speed I didn't think was possible. I was bouncing around in the seat and glad that I had the helmet on because a couple of times my head banged against the side of the boat. The pill Greg had given me was really starting to kick in so the bouncing around didn't hurt at all but was still frightening. We would also go over a wave and drop off the other side, causing my stomach to lurch and make me feel like I had to vomit. We must have sped through the water for an hour until we went over one really big wave and the nose of the boat dug into the wave behind it, causing a wall of water to sweep over us. The water lifted me out of the back of the boat and dumped me into the ocean. I panicked as I didn't know how to swim and I forgot I had a life jacket on. I saw the boat continuing to speed away from me and I was sure that he didn't realize I was no longer in the boat. I knew for sure that I was going to die. I inhaled a ton of water and struggled to breath even though my head was generally staying above the water. In my panic I completely lost sight of the boat. I don't know how long I was there in the water, struggling to breath and worrying that I was about to get eaten by a shark or drown. Suddenly I felt my Master's muscular arm wrap around me and pull me back against him so that my back was pressed tightly against his chest. "I got you Boy, you're safe, stop struggling," he yelled at me as I was still panicking and thrashing about. My helmet banged against his a couple times. Finally I calmed down and he got us back to the boat by swimming and pulling on a rope he had with him that was tied to the boat. He had me climb onto his back, piggy back style, then he climbed up a small ladder that was on the back of the boat. I was coughing up water as I cried hysterically. He had to peal me off his back as I didn't want to let go. He removed our helmets and life jackets then checked to make sure I wasn't injured. I'm not sure how I got there, but I ended up hugging him, my face pressed into his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist as he sat on the side of the boat. He had one hand around my back holding me tight while the other stroked my hair. I felt extremely weak as I crashed from the adrenaline rush of almost dying, combined with the slightly out of body experience I was getting from the Vicodin. The next thing I knew, Master's hand was on my ass and he was forcing one of his thick fingers into my ass. "Owww," I protested even though it didn't really hurt that much, I was hoping it would make him stop. Silly me, I hadn't yet learned that he enjoyed our cries of pain. "Just relax and accept what's happening to you Boy. You're a little faggot sissy; you were put on this earth to please men like me. I'm going to help you realize your true nature," he said as he pushed his finger all the way inside me. "Mmm, good your tight little boypussy is nice and juicy. Greg got you all warmed up for me. He was always such a good boy, I bet you are going to be better though. You are going to be the best little slave boy ever, aren't you?" he said. He went on like that as he started to work a second finger into me. I could feel it hurting but it was a dull distant pain. I just buried my face in the crook formed by his neck and shoulder. I sobbed uncontrollably. I was overwhelmed with everything; being away from my mom, smuggled out of the country to who knows where, with a strange man that now owned me and who literally had my life in his hands, a man who was about to fuck me. He shifted around a bit and took his finger out of my hole and his hand off my ass. I guess he lubed up his cock because a short time later I felt him pull the thin strip of swimsuit fabric out of the crack of my ass and press the tip of his cock against my asshole. He had one hand wrapped around my waist, holding me in place and his other hand on his cock, lining it up with my virgin hole. "ARRRGGGHHH," I screamed as he suddenly pulled me down onto his cock while thrusting up with his hips. Despite the effects of the painkiller, it still was the most intense pain I had experience in my life up until that point. It felt like I was being impaled by a tree branch. I tried to crawl away but his strong arms held me firmly in place, trapped against his chest as he split me open with his cock, which I hadn't seen except as a large bulge in his board shorts. "Oh yeah, fuck you're tight Boy. Come on, open up that fuckhole, let me in you faggot slut, you know you want it," he said as he tried to force more of his cock inside me. "No no no no," I kept repeating between sobs. My ass was on fire; the pain radiated out from it and engulfed my whole body. "Oh yes, take it Boy, take my cock. This is what you were born for, being used by a man. You're my fucktoy now. Get used to it, you're going to learn to love having this cock inside you. You'll beg for it, you'll feel incomplete when it's not inside you, tearing up your guts," he shouted at me as he started to pump his cock in and out of my broken ass. I would learn later that his cock was about ten inches long and over two inches wide, but he only got about half of it in me that first time. After a while he stood up and moved us in the middle of the boat. He pulled me off of his cock and laid me face down on top of the life jackets. He spanked my ass a couple times. "Next time stay in the boat, you almost died before I ever got to fuck you Boy," he growled at me as he spanked me. I could barely feel the blows on my ass cheeks as the pain from my asshole was overwhelming everything else. He continued to spank me until I did start to feel it, then he shoved his cock back in my ass. I cried and screamed while he laughing told me to cry as loud as I wanted since no one could hear. I didn't think I could take anymore and again felt that I was going to die when he started cumming. "Oh fuck yeah, Boy, take my load, the first of many for my newest little cum dump," he moaned as he started to unload in my ass. I must have passed out while he was still cumming, cause the next thing I remember is waking up. I was still lying on top of the life jackets. My ass was sore and felt all puffy when I checked it with my fingers. I expected my fingers to be covered in blood when I looked at them, but they weren't. I tried to sit up, but it hurt to sit on my butt, so I laid back down. While I was changing positions, I did see some paper towels on the floor near me that were stained red and brown, so I guess had bled some but that Master cleaned me up when he was done using me. "Don't worry Boy, you're fine. That faggot cunt of yours is going to take some breaking in, but soon you'll be taking my cock with ease and wishing it were even bigger," he said, laughing at some joke only he got. I didn't have to lie there for very long though as it was only a couple minutes later that we arrived at my new home. For links to all my stories go to: /~Take_Charge_Dad/