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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted
at normdeploom@yahoo.com.


Slave Boy
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@yahoo.com


"Toy Trucks"
As far as I'm concerned there is nothing in this world sexier than a naked
eight or nine year old boy dripping my cum from his chin and sporting a cute
little hardon just waiting for my attention.  That's just what I hopped to
be seeing before the day was through.  The schedule was tight, but I had
everything planned.  The boy always went into the local variety store to
squat down at the counter and stare at the miniature toy trucks.  On this
Friday afternoon I was standing at the counter talking to the clerk, my
attach case was sitting on the floor by me feet opened just enough for the
boy to see the 'sample' trucks inside.  On the outside of the case was the
insignia of the manufacturer.  I closed the case and walked out of the
store, sure enough the boy followed me out drawn like a magnate to my case
full of the trucks he was lusting after.


"Mr.?" I heard the tiny voice behind me on the sidewalk. I turned to find
the boy shading his eyes from the sun and squinting up at me. "Do you
collect those trucks?" he asked.


"No, I sell them."  I started walking, but slow enough that the boy could
keep up.  "Do you like these trucks?" I asked him indicating my phony
display case.


"Yes, I collect them." He answered hurrying to keep up.


"How many do you have?"  I turned slightly to look at him as we walked.


"I only have five."  My Mommy says we can't afford another one right now.


"What one do you want to get next?"


"The hook and ladder fire truck."  He looked sad, "But it costs even more
than the others."  I had seen him staring at the fire truck and had made
sure that one was in my display case.  We had gotten to my car by this time.
I stopped and looked down at the boy.


"Sometimes the company gives away a truck, kind of a public relations
thing."  The boy grinned.


"Could I get one?" he asked almost vibrating with anticipation.


"I'd have to ask my boss." The boy looked crushed.  "Why don't you ride with
me? Our office is just down the street."  I opened the passenger door for
him.  The boy hesitated, I'm sure he had been instructed about getting into
cars with strangers, then he saw a whole pile of truck boxes on the floor
and climbed right in.  I quickly made sure the 'kid' latch was in the on
position then shut the door and walked around to the driver's side.  I could
hardly contain my erection.  I started the car and pulled into traffic, a
block later I turned onto the onramp for the freeway. The boy was down on
the floor looking at the truck boxes and didn't notice a thing.  I had been
driving on the freeway for almost twenty minutes before the boy finally
climbed up on the seat and began to ask questions.  I had put my display
case on the seat between him and the door, forcing him to sit in the middle,
closer to me.


"Where are we going?" The boy asked looking through the windows.  I could
detect concern in his voice but not real fear yet.


"Sit down here beside me," I pulled him closer, "I want to talk to you about
some things."  I let my hand rest on his thigh, with my little finger up
against his genitals.  "I'm taking you home with me." I moved my finger up
and down the length of his tiny cock.  I could feel it reacting to my touch.
"You're going to stay with me for a while."  I could see the fear growing in
his face.


"I want to go home." He started crying, and tried to push my hand away.
"You're not supposed to do that."  I moved my hand until I was cupping his
genitals through his shorts, I could feel his hard little cock against the
palm of my hand.


"Why not?" My question caught him by surprise.  He stopped his struggling to
push my hand away. "It feels good, doesn't it? Who told you it was bad?"  My
many questions piled on top of each other confused him.


"My Mommy." He said deciding to answer the last of the questions.  I rubbed
my hand over his cock and small olive sized balls.


"Well, she's just a girl."  I heaped all the scorn I could muster on the
'girl'.  "She doesn't know about man stuff."  I rubbed my hand over him
again. "What does your daddy say about it?"


"I don't have a daddy." The boy confessed, still holding onto my wrist but
not trying to push my hand away.


"Well, no wonder you don't know anything about guy stuff." I said giving his
cock a good firm rub through his shorts.  "That's why you're coming home
with me," I slipped my hand inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and
got my first feel of his bare hard cock.  I was happy to discover that he
was uncut.  "To learn more about guy stuff."  I moved my hand around the
base of his cock, encircling his balls and cock together in my firm grasp.
"You want to learn about guy stuff don't you?"


"Yes." The boy said as he relaxed his legs, letting them slide apart and
scooted down in the seat making his crotch more available to me.


"I'm going to take you home with me now," I rubbed my hand down over his
tiny balls and slid my finger gently over his tender young asshole, "then
tomorrow you will go to a special pool party where you will be initiated as
a slave boy."  I felt his body shiver and detected just a drop of sticky
fluid at the tip of his cock.  "Do you know what a slave boy is?"


"No." I could feel his whole body relaxing after his little shiver of an
orgasm.  I continued gently fondling him.


"As my slave boy you will be required to learn everything I and all my
friends can teach you about guy sex stuff."  It was getting late in the
afternoon, my new slave boy leaned up against me and began to drift off to
sleep while I fondled him.  I drove on through the sunset another two hours
before reaching my home.  I make it a rule never to hunt too close to where
I live.  During that time I called the host of the pool party.


"I got him...Yea...How many?...Two others....Three all together....Well I'll
have him ready."


When I arrived at home I carried the limp slave boy through the house and
into the bedroom.  I undressed him and left his naked body laying under the
covers while I destroyed his cloths then attended to dinner.  Just as I was
placing the food on the table my naked, sleepy eyed little slave boy, now
awakened from his nap wandered into the dinning room.


"Would you like some dinner?" I asked displaying the plate full of spaghetti
waiting for him.


"I want to go home."  He started to tear up but drawn by the smell of the
food, and compelled by his empty stomach he walked across the room to the
glass toped table and climbed into the indicated chair.


"You are home." I informed him as I sat at my own place.  I loved my glass
toped dinning table, it allowed me to feast my eyes no my guests genitals
while we ate.


"I want to go back home to my Mommy."  He sniffled.  I twirled a forkful of
spaghetti and then paused to look at him.


"We need to get one thing clear right from the beginning."  I spoke with
studied severity hoping to convey my seriousness. "You belong to me know.
Your Mommy couldn't possible teach you every thing you needed to know to be
a man.  She gave you to me and asked me to do that for her.  So, the first
thing you have to do is accept this basic fact and eat your dinner."  I
placed my carefully twirled fork of spaghetti in my mouth.  Over come by
hunger my naked little slave boy picked up his fork, then paused.


"My Mommy usually cuts up my spaghetti for me."  I swallowed my first bite
and looked at him across the table.


"I'm sure there are lots of things your 'Mommy' used to do for you that you
will have to learn to do your self."  I began to twirl another forkful.
"Now watch what I am doing and learn to eat spaghetti properly."  The boy
watched me then picked up his fork and spoon and clumsily tried to copy my
practiced motions. "After dinner we will start your slave boy training."


I got great joy watching his naked little body bouncing around in the chair
while he tried to emulate my spaghetti eating.  After we were done with our
food he helped me clean off the table and wash the dishes.  After I wiped
the final moisture from the tile counter and hung the towel on its rack I
took the boy by the hand and led him into the front room.  Sitting in my
favorite chair I pulled the boy over and had him stand between my legs.  I
ran my hands over his smooth flawless skin, then reached down to cup his
balls and his growing cock.  As my hand touched his genitals he tried to
pull away.


"Never pull away from anyone in the future."  I spoke to him sternly as I
held him tightly by his upper arm.  "You are here for my pleasure and for
the pleasure of my friends."  I picked him up and sat him across my lap
almost like he was an over grown baby.  I felt and examined his uncut cock
as it grew to its full erection then lifting him up and leaning over I place
my mouth over his cock and balls.  I heard him gasp as my warm mouth
enveloped his genitals and my tongue swirled over the length of his small
cock.


I spread his legs apart then, after dipping my finger into a bowl of
lubricant waiting on the end table, worked the first joint of my forefinger
into his tight virgin asshole while I continued to lick and suck his
genitals.  My own cock was hard and pushing against his back through my
trousers.  I was careful to use only the first two joints of my forefinger
in his ass, as I sucked and licked his cute little cock and balls until I
could not stand it any longer.  I lifted him off my lap and sat him back
down on his feet in front of me.  I desperately wanted to pick him back up
and plunge my hard cock into his virgin asshole.


I would have if I hadn't already agreed to auction off that virgin asshole
tomorrow at the pool party.  I had too much integrity to sell some body
first fuck rights if they weren't really getting the first fuck.  I consoled
myself with the thought that I would have lots of time to fuck that cute
little ass over the next few months while I was training him.  He stood in
front of me with what can only be described as a 'silly grin' while I
continued fondling his hard little cock.


"Have you ever seen a man's cock?"  The boy shook his head 'no'.
Temporarily abandoning his cock I stood in front of him. "I want you to
unbuckle my belt." With a look of undisguised disappointment at having his
cock left alone the boy unbuckled my belt then as I directed him he
unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers.  I stepped out of them and instructed
the boy on folding the legs along the creases and draping them over the arm
of the couch.  I had him unbutton my shirt and hold it as it took it off
then showed him how to fold it and lay it across the trousers.  "Being a
slave boy is so much more than just fucking and being fucked."  I instructed
him as he helped me undress.


"You will be expected to help your master dress and undress. Help prepare
and server meals, and help his friends undress when its time to service
there needs."  Finally I was standing in front of him nude.  I reached out
and tousled his hair as he stared open mouthed at my nine inches of hard
cock.  "As big as it looks to you now, you'll see even bigger ones
tomorrow."  I assured him.  I sat back down in my chair with my legs spread
and my cock sticking straight up in the air.  I pulled him over between my
legs and began to caress his hard cock.  After another shudder of delight
cursed through his small body I took his hands in mine.


"Get down on your knees." I ordered.  He sank to his knees and I placed both
his hands on the base of my hard cock.  Using both hands he could barely
encircle my large cock.  "This," I said indicating my rod of hard flesh, "is
your master, your god, your only reason for being alive."  I took his head
in my hands and gently pulled him mouth towards my red cockhead.  "Kiss your
master." I told him in a lust-drenched whisper.  I pulled his head forward
until his lips brushed the underside of my cockhead.  My cock twitched at
the contact.  I held his lips only a fraction of an inch form my cock.


"Lick your master slave boy."  A look of fear began to build on his face.  I
turned his head slightly so I could look into his eyes.  "If you don't do
what you are told, I'm going to have to hurt you."  I gently rubbed my hand
over the top of his head. "I don't want to but if you disobey I will.  Now
be a good little slave boy and lick my cock so I don't have to hurt you on
your first night here."  I moved his head back and his pink tongue snaked
out from between his lips and flicked over the underside of my cockhead.  I
moaned softly.  I had been on edge for several hours and new I would explode
any second.  The boy's tongue flicked over the underside of my cock head a
second time.  I knew I was lost.  My cock twitched again and the first spurt
went almost over his head, coming down in his hair.  The second spurt hit
his forehead, nose, and outstretched tongue.  The remaining spurts landed in
and around his open mouth.

I sat back in my chair and pulled my new slave boy into my lap.  I gently
rubbed my cum into his face like body cream.  I hugged him tightly while I
rubbed my hands over his body.  The excitement of having a new slave boy
kept my cock hard.  I arranged him so my cock came up between his thighs and
rested beside his much smaller but just as hard cock.  I made a game of us
playing with each other's cocks and soon had him laughing and giggling.  As
my excitement built I calmed the game down and rubbed our cocks together
while I brought his lips to mine and gently explored his mouth with my
tongue.  After breaking the deep tongue kiss I moved him so he laid on my
chest with his legs straddling mine and our cocks caught between our
stomachs.  As I gently fucked our dicks against each other I kneaded his
buttocks then gently massaged his balls before once again exploring his
tight anus with the tip of my forefinger.


 I tipped his head back and leaned forward bringing or lips together for
another probing tongue kiss.  I let my lips slide off his and down to his
throat where I nibbled and sucked leaving a trail of bright red hickeys as I
held him tight against me and fucked my cock against the smooth skin of his
stomach.  I lost all track of time as my need built and I fucked harder and
harder against his small body.   Finally I held him in almost a death grip
as my body spasmed and I shot a load of hot cum onto our trembling stomachs.
When the orgasm passed we laid still in each other's arms as I caressed the
flawless skin on his back and felt the drying cum gluing our stomachs
together.  I could feel his body relaxing and after a few minutes his
breathing turned into gentle little snores.  I stood up and carried him, his
head resting on my shoulder, his arms around my neck and his legs around my
waist into the bedroom.  I laid him in my bed and covered his naked body
with a sheet.  I brushed his hair back from his face and leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek.


"Good night little slave boy."




"The Pool Party"
I awoke early with my naked slave boy cuddled in my arms.  I desperately
wanted to fuck him, but his virgin ass was going to be auctioned at the pool
party later that same day.  Besides, he still needed some training before
the party so I looked forward to having his beautiful little mouth sucking
on my cock all morning.  I woke up the boy by running my hands over his
smooth skin then fondling his genitals until he stretched and yawned.  When
he turned toward me I lowered my lips onto his and explored his mouth with
my tongue while I inhaled his intoxicating 'little boy' smell.  I broke off
the kiss and smiled down at him.


"Time for our morning shower."  I pulled him to his feet and led him from
the bedroom into the master bath.  My mater bath has a huge 'party' shower
with high and low shower heads on three walls and room for three or four
grown men to grope each other with ease.  I turned on the shower and
adjusted the temperature.  I pointed out where I liked the knobs set.


"One of your jobs as my slave boy is to get my shower ready every morning."
I opened the door and pushed him into the hot shower. "Your next job will be
to wash me."  I handed him a wash cloth and a bar of soap and waited while
he lathered the cloth.  "Start with my feet and work your way up my legs."
Kneeling down my slave boy followed my directions washing first one leg then
the other stopping short of my crotch.  "Now my arms."  It was nice having a
slave boy to tend to my body again.  I relaxed and enjoyed the luxury of
being washed.  I sat down and allowed him to wash my back and chest.
Finally I had him kneel in front of me and wash my cock and balls.  I leaned
back against he shower wall and stretched my legs out on each side of his
kneeling naked body, as he repeatedly ran his soapy hands up and down the
length of my hard cock.


I leaned forward and stroked his hard cock while he continued to work mine
with his soapy hands.  As the moment neared I rinsed the soap of and
instructed him to finish with his mouth.  I watched through slited eyelids
as my slave boy, water running off his head and over my crotch, lowered his
mouth over the head of my cock.  I helped him move his hands to my balls and
demonstrated how firmly I liked them messaged during a blowjob.  I wrapped
my legs around him and placed a hand on each side of his head urging him to
take more and more of my large cock through his stretched lips.  I paused
and pulled his head off my cock, turning it so I could see his face.


"When I cum you have to swallow it."  My slave boy stared back at me with
large solemn eyes, then nodded his head.  I gently moved his mouth back over
the head of my cock, and stroked his wet hair as my cock began to twitch and
flood his mouth with my hot cum.  He tried, he really did try to swallow it
all.  When he looked up at me, his eyes betraying his anxiousness for my
approval a thin string of cum hung from the corner of his mouth to his chin
and dripped in slow motion to the shower floor.  I pulled him to me and
hugged him to my chest while I again explored his mouth with my tongue
tasting the remnants of my own emissions.  I released him from my embrace
and stood up.


"That was pretty good." I assured him as I handed him a towel to dry me.
"But you'll need to get a little more practice before the party.  Men are
going to be paying good money to cum in your mouth and we need to make sure
they get their money's worth."  After I had been toweled dry I took the
towel and rubbed the water off my slave boy.  Then, throwing the towel into
the laundry hamper, I took the boys hand and led him from the bathroom.


"Let's eat some breakfast then I'll give you some lessons in cock sucking."
When we arrived in the kitchen I set my slave boy work making and buttering
toast while I brewed coffee and cocked eggs.  I explained to him that he
would, eventually, be expected to prepare breakfast and serve it to me.
Having this naked little slave boy with me and not being able to properly
fuck him had put me into a position where I was becoming obsessed with his
body.  I held him in my lap while we ate our eggs and toast.  My left hand
never stopped roaming over his smooth skin.  Between bites my right hand
would fondle his hard little cock and his marble sized balls.  Having been
starved for male attention my little slave boy reveled in my affections.
When my cock began to harden again he reached down and began to caress it of
his own accord.  We finished eating and I watched his naked body as he moved
around the kitchen putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and wiping off
the counters and the table.


We moved into the front room where I sat in the same chair we had been in
the night before and, with him in my lap we watched videotapes of young boys
sucking on huge grown up cocks.  As we watched each blowjob I would fondle
him, and after each video taped blowjob he would practice the techniques he
had seen on my hard up thrust cock.  After two hours of stopping him just
short of my orgasm I couldn't wait any longer and, after warning him shot a
massive pent-up load of cum into his tiny sucking mouth.  He swallowed great
gobs of spunk but more drained back out of his mouth and down my shaft into
my pubic hair.  As my orgasmic spasms died away I instructed him to lick my
balls, pubic hair and cock shaft clean.  When he was done I pulled him back
up into my lap and held his naked body next to mine while I regained my
strength.  My breath returning to normal and my cock stirring from contact
with the flawless warm skin of my slave boy I stood him between my legs and
caressed his soft skin as I spoke to him with studied seriousness.


"I'm going to show you a video of a slave boy your age getting fucked by a
grown man.  I'm going to show this to you so you will know what is going to
happen to you today.  I also want to make sure you know that when you are
fucked for the first time today it will hurt.  It will hurt more than almost
anything you've ever done before."  He stared back at me with large brown
solemn eyes that grew larger with apprehension as I spoke.  "But you have to
be brave.  You have to do this, to have this done to you without showing
fear, without crying out." I took him in my arms and held him, I could feel
his beating heart against my chest. "I promise you that in a very short time
you will be able to enjoy fucking as much as the slave boy in the video
does."


I pulled the trembling scared little slave boy back into my lap and held him
protectively as I started the tape.  On the screen my previous slave, just
days before he went to live with his new owner, enthusiastically fucked
himself on my hard cock all the while talking about how great it felt and
occasionally leaning back and turning his head to receive a deep kiss.
While we watched I gently stroked my new slave boy's erect cock until his
body shook and small drops of moisture appeared from the slit at the top of
his cockhead.  I collected the precious drops of fluid and licked them from
my fingers.  I turned off the video and escorted my slave boy into the
bedroom to dress him for the party.


After I put his skintight black spandex trunks on him I reached through the
almost invisible slit in the front and pulled his cock and balls threw to
hang exposed in front of him.  I turned him around and made sure the oval
opening in the back was properly centered over his inviting virgin asshole.
I put a gold studded collar around his neck, and a smaller version around
his cock and balls.  I got out his 'chastity belt' and buckled the belt
around his waist.  From the back of the belt hung a chain attached to a
small silver oval plate.  I adjusted the chain then, feeding the chain
attached to the other end of the oval between his legs opened it where it
split into two chains to run on each side of his genitals, and positioned it
around his cock and balls.  Above his cock it joined back up to one chain
and was attached to the front of the belt.


The small oval plate was there to display and protect his anal chastity
until the highest bidder publicly fucked him for the first time.  The plate
could be moved to the side far enough to allow inspection of his anal
opening and penetration by exploratory fingers.  Custom called for no more
than the first two joints of the forefinger to be used in testing the
tightness and muscle tone of the slave boys waiting asshole.  Finally I put
a blindfold on him, then knelt down and spoke to him.


"From here on you must remain blindfolded until after your first fuck.  You
will never know who fucked you first.  Symbolically he is fucking you for
all of us."  I held and caressed the scared slave boy.  "You will never be
able to look at a man and know for sure that he has not already fucked you,
and for that reason you will never have any reason to turn down any man when
they desire to fuck you."  I placed a hand on each side of his face and
brought his lips to mine.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth and caressed
his hard little cock.  Then I stood up and attached a leash to his collar.
I gave the collar a gentle pull, "Come on, it's time to go."


When we arrived at the pool party I got my slave boy out of the car then
inspected him to make sure everything was ready for our entrance.  Bending
over I gave him a quick kiss and massaged his cock to insure it would be
hard when we walked through the gate.  The pool party was a money making
affair for the pool owner and for me and my fellow slave trainers who had
either new slaves to show off or trained slaves ready to sell.  Barely were
we inside the gate when the paying guests began to push twenty dollar bills
into my hands for a blowjob from my knew slave boy.  Just as I had expected
his obvious inexperience and clumsy-ness at performing these acts of oral
sex increased instead of decreased his popularity.  Before or after each
blowjob my slave boy would be instructed to lean forward while the man moved
the silver plate aside and probed his ass to evaluate its fuckablility.


After two hours of sucking cocks, having his cock played with and having his
ass inspected my slave boy was showing obvious signs of fatigue.  He had
already earned a bundle of money for me so I took him into the house and
found bedroom that was not already occupied.  I laid down on the bed with
him and held him gently while he slept.  My own cock had been hard all
morning.  Oh how desperately I wanted to fuck his tender little ass.  While
he slept I pulled my cock out of my pants and gently rubbed it up and down
his bare thigh until I shot my cum on his leg.  Then I laid my head down
next to his and dosed off with him.


I awoke about ninety minutes later.  It was time to start the auction.  I
stroked his warm smooth skin and called to him quietly.  When he woke up I
lifted him off the bed and straightened his trunks.  I got him a coke and
gave him a mild tranquilizer and muscle relaxant to help him stay calm
during his coming ordeal.  Holding onto his leash and with my hand on his
shoulder we walked back out to the pool.


This pool party is a once a year event that draws rich old queens from all
over the world.  Each one hoping to buy a slave boy.  Either their first or
one to replace a current slave who had gotten a little too old for their
tastes or just one to add to a growing harem.  To buy a new slave, or to
evaluate the young boys like mine who were just starting they're training
and would be available for sale in the future.  First the new slaves in
training would have their fist ass fucks auctioned, then the slaves who were
up for sale would be auctioned.


After the auction the trainee slaves would be publicly deflowered on a stage
set up over the deep end of the pool.  Then by custom the new owners of the
slaves that had been sold would have their first sex with their new slaves
in public on the same platform.  After the deflowering and first fucks, the
slaves would retire each to their own tent set up on the lawn and entertain
every man who came through the door of their tent.


My slave was to be the first one to have his anal 'maidenhood' auctioned.  I
led him on a promenade around the pool zigging and zaging between the
cocktail tables while the potential bidders got one last look and perhaps a
quick feel of the slave on his way up to the auction block.  I was made
proud by my little slave as he walked proudly to the auction block and set a
new record.  I received almost as much for his anal deflowering as some of
the other trainers received for their slaves.


I must admit that I felt growing jealousy while I watched the man who had
outbid every one else hold and caress my young slave boy while he waited for
the time to fuck him.  I so badly wanted to be the first with this cute
little slave boy.  I decided then and their that I would throw custom to the
wind and when he went to his tent I would be the first to join him and be
the second to fuck his tender little ass.


Finally the time came, the high bidder led my little boy to the altar and
ceremoniously removed his chastity belt.  I had to turn my head away for a
moment and wipe a tear away.  As I turned back the man had bent my slave boy
over the back of a chair and was down on his knees with his face buried
between the boys butt cheeks and his tongue pushing into the boys anal
opening.  The crowed was going wild, a chant of "fuck him, fuck him, fuck
him," was slowly growing in volume and intensity.  Every where I looked men
had pulled their cocks out and stroked them in time to the chanting.


The man about to fuck my little boy stood and paused for a moment while an
older slave slathered his large hard cock with lubricant.  Once his cock was
lubricated the man turned back to my waiting little boy and placing the
glistening head of his cock against the little boys virgin sphincter bent
over and put his hands on the boys hips.  The chanting and cock stroking
stopped as the entire crowed held its breath and watched the huge cock slip
inch by inch into the stretched ass hole of the little boy leaning over the
back of the chair.


I almost burst with pride even though tears seeped from beneath the blind
fold and ran down his cheeks my little slave made not one sound as the cock
sank into him.   I took my own cock out and stroked it, as did every one
else, in time with the cock fucking in and out of my slave boy's ass.  The
chant of "fuck him, fuck him" was taken up again in time to the cock fucking
his tender rear hole.  The man on the stage held his cock buried in the
boy's ass as he turned his face towards the heavens, bellowed his enjoyment
and filled the no longer virgin hole with hot cum.  Every one in the
audience showered their neighbors with cum as they ejaculated along with the
lucky slave deflower-er on the stage.


I immediately slipped away from the crowd and met the two older slaves who
had retrieved my slave boy from the stage and were depositing him in his
tent.  As soon as they had left I closed the tent flaps and tied them.  That
single bow tie holding the flaps guaranteed our privacy for as long as I
cared to stay with my young slave boy.  I knelt down beside the lounge they
had laid him on and gently removed his blindfold.  He opened his
tear-streaked eyes and looked at me, I beamed my approval.  He sat up and
almost jumped into my arms.  Throwing his arms around my neck and planting
his lips on mine he pushed his tongue into my mouth as I had done to him so
often over the last twenty-four hours.


Still on my knees, holding him so tightly he almost could not breath I
showered his tear streaked cheeks and eyes with kisses.  Then I kissed down
his neck and across his chest.  I paused to suck gently on each of his
nipples feeling them harden in my lips.  While I kissed down his smooth
skinned belly I unbuckled the strap around his genitals and gently fondled
his balls and cock.  I cupped his buttocks with both hands and lifted him
onto the edge of the lounge.   Running my hands up and down his inner
thighs, I lowered my head to his crotch and slowly engulfed his genitals in
my hot wet mouth.


The boy leaned back against the pillows and moaned with pleasure as my
tongue worked over his lovely sweet tasting cock and balls.  I continued to
lick and suck his genitals until he had gone through four body shivering
orgasms.  Then I abandoned his crotch and, laying him down on the lounge,
laid down beside him and held him close to me.  I was obsessed with his
small body.  While I ran my right hand over his smooth flawless skin I
retrieved the tube of lubricant from the table and began to smear it over my
large hard cock.


"Did it hurt too much when that man fucked you?" I asked as I began to work
the tip of my lubricated finger into his anal opening.


"It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."  He replied as he turned his
body so he could look at me while I lifted his leg and placing my glistening
cock head against his puckered opening gently began to push inside him.  He
turned his upper body toward me and we stared into each other's eyes.  He
wrapped his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder
whispered in my ear as my cock sank completely into his tight hole.


"I'm really glad you're hear to teach me all this guy stuff."  I decided
that instant that this slave boy would be mine, forever.  I will never sell
him, I will train him to be my assistant and we will train other slave boys
together.  I will never give up those big beautiful brown eyes that look at
me so lovingly while my dick is slipping into him.





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