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

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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.

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