Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Making of a Slave Boy: Trafficked Part: 01 Summary: Kyle just celebrated his eleven birthday; his present, being pimped out again by his mom's drug dealer, only this client is different and makes Kyle an offer he can't refuse. Keywords: Mb11, oral 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 1: Trafficked Please send any comments or feedback to me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo dot com - Let me know if there is any interest in me continuing this story. I've been asked to write down everything that has happened to me since I was "abducted" and put my story on the record. It's been a really long time since I've been to a proper school, so forgive the bad grammar. My name is Kyle Jacobs, otherwise known as "Boy" and then "Slave". I was born in Texas, I think San Antonio, at least that is where I lived and grew up until the age of eleven. I don't know who my father is, or was, or whatever. My mom was a drug addict. It seems like it was a long time ago, I guess around six years, but I think my mom was using opiates and meth depending on how much money she had, which was never a lot. She got money for drugs by whoring. Once when I was little she got busted and I went into foster care for a year while she got clean. Her being clean lasted just long enough to get me back. We moved around the city a lot after that until we ended up in a rundown apartment building. I sort of stopped going to school during all the moves. My foster family taught me to read and I spent a lot of timing reading anything I could get my hands on. I never had any video games or cable TV during these years, so I'd just read, sometimes reading the same books and comics multiple times. I can't remember the first time I was used by a man for sex, but I am pretty sure who it was. It was likely my mom's dealer, Diego. He lived in the same run down apartment building that we lived in and my mom would often leave me with him when she was fucking some guy in our studio apartment. Diego never fucked me, but he taught me how to please him using my hands and mouth. I told my mom once what he was doing and she wanted to know if he had paid me. When I told her no, she hit me and called me a faggot and a slut. The next time she took me over to Diego's, she yelled at him for using me without paying her. He gave her some pills, I guess as some type of past due payment for having sex with me. After she left he hit me for telling my mom about what we had done and costing him money. Then he had me suck him off. Since my mouth was no longer free to Diego, and I was now officially a little boy whore, he decided to offer my services to some of his drug clients. I knew better than to tell my mom or complain. I'd learned that lesson; the only thing it did was get me beat on and get my mom more drugs, which I didn't like. I don't know if Diego just recognized that I was a submissive faggot pussy boy, or if modeled me into one. I do know that I knew it was better to obey than resist. Some of the men that Diego made me suck were nice to me and brought me presents. I never got to see any of the money that they paid for my blowjobs, but at least Diego would let me keep any non-money gifts they would give me. There was one man in particular that was really nice to me. He told me his name was Bo, or at least that is what he told me to call him. He seemed to care if I was having a good time, and after he came in my mouth, he would kiss me. Then he would rub my little cock until I came. Not that I really knew what it was the first time it happened, since it was dry. I didn't associate it with the orgasms that I was giving my clients, since I thought 'cumming' was when the white stuff shot out of a man's dick. Unlike the rest, he wouldn't just rush off after sex, but would stay for a few minutes and talk to me while we cuddled. I guess I must have told him I liked to read, because he started to bring me a couple books every time he visited. Most of the books he brought me were Hardy Boys books. I think I loved him and he was the first person that I felt loved me. I know its silly to think a man could fall in love with a pathetic faggot whore that he was renting from a drug dealer, but I like to think there was something more there. I wish I could live with him and he'd be both my Dad and my lover. Anyway, I'll never forget him although I don't remember enough details of him to give a description of him. So that was basically my childhood up until a few days after my eleventh birthday. I was staying at Diego's house, like I usually did when my mom had a trick. The last couple of days since my birthday had been different. I'd been spending more time at Diego's than I did with my mom. He even took me to a doctor and a dentist for check-ups. I was reading in Diego's "guest" room when I heard the door bell ring. Diego had a two-bedroom apartment; it was huge compared to our tiny shithole. I didn't pay any attention at first cause there were people stopping by Diego's all the time to get their pills, meth, pot, or whatever drug it was that they needed and Diego had. Normally I would have wondered if it was one of his clients that also wanted to purchase the other type of 'blow' that Diego offered, namely me, but ever since Diego took me to visit the doctor the week before, none of the visitors had been there to use me. When I heard my name mentioned, I guessed that Diego had decided my services were back on the menu of what he was offering for sale, so I dog-eared the page I was on and set the book down. I went to the door of the bedroom and eavesdropped on their conversation. It was in Spanish. I wasn't completely fluent back then, but I knew enough to understand the basics of what they were saying. Diego mentioned something about the Doctor and me being in good health. The customer agreed and then asked if I was still a virgin, if Diego had been tempted to fuck my ass. Diego laughed and said he was tempted but that he just used my mouth. I called me a born cocksucker. He said my mom had not let him sell my ass, but that now she was desperate for money and looking for a big score, more than just my mouth or ass could pay for. I didn't understand all of what they were talking about but I realized that I was going to be having sex soon and I started to get hard. I reached down and started playing with my little cock through my stained and worn out cotton briefs. Ever since Bo had given me my first orgasm, I had started to get hard whenever I thought about sucking a man's cock. The told Diego he wanted to see me in person and see if the pictures were accurate. I wondered if he was referring to the pictures Diego took of me a couple months earlier. He had me stand naked in the living room while he took pictures of me front and back. I was embarrassed to pose naked, but I got hard and he took close ups of my thin little cock sticking up out of my hairless crotch. "KYLE, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE," yelled Diego in English. I waited a second before coming out of the guest room so that they wouldn't know he had been spying on them. "What?" I asked as I entered the living room. Diego was sitting in his recliner while the stranger was seated on the couch. The stranger was a Hispanic man. He looked to be a couple years younger than Diego, who was thirty. The man was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. He was very masculine and a bit rugged looking. He had black hair and a mustache; he also had a faint scar down his left cheek. It was hard to tell exactly how tall he was since he was sitting down, but he appeared a little bit taller than Diego, so was probably around six feet tall. "Kyle, this is Jose. He wants to have a look at you. Take off your underwear and stand in front of him," ordered Diego. I knew better than to disobey him. Diego had a short fuse and would hit me if I didn't do as he ordered. I quickly stripped off my white t-shirt and briefs. I walked over and stood in front of Jose. The man reached down and fondled my hairless cock as I stood there passively. My cock had gotten soft as I walked out into the room, but it got hard again as he fondled me. "You like that you little maricon?" asked Jose derisively. I nodded. He was checking me out as he fondled me. I was probably about 4'4" tall back then, but only weighed sixty pounds as I was very skinny, the result of poor nutrition combined with being underfed. Jose ran his other hand up my scrawny chest and lightly flicked my tiny pink nipples. It felt like my nipples were connected to my cock as I felt my cock twitch in his hand when he played with my nipples. He eventually moved his hand from my nipples and brushed his fingers through my shaggy blond hair, then gently wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck. In a move that was so quick I didn't even have a chance to react, Jose pulled me down and over his lap. I started to struggle since I felt really vulnerable. Jose brought his hand down hard across my milky white ass checks, spanking me hard. "Lay still or I'll beat you bloody you little puta," he growled at me. I immediately stopped squirming on the man's lap and lay still. Jose pulled my butt cheeks apart and ran a finger over my asshole. I shivered. Some men had played with my ass before but none were as dominant as Jose. He pressed his finger against my hole, forcing his fingertip inside. I reflexively clenched my asshole against the attempted intrusion and cried out in pain. I guess he was satisfied that my ass hadn't been used before cause he pushed me off his lap onto the floor. "Good enough. I'll take him with me, get him dressed," said Jose to Diego. "Come on Kyle," said Diego as he reached down and grabbed me by the wrist. He pulled me up off the floor and dragged me back to the guest room, picking up my underwear and t-shirt on the way. I was crying by the time we got to the guest room. Diego just threw my underwear at me as he told me to shut up. He found my pants and shoes, which I had tossed by the bed when I started reading, and threw them at me as well. "Hurry up, Jose isn't someone we keep waiting. He's connected," hissed Diego. "Where is he taking me and for how long?" I asked nervously. I was afraid of making Diego mad, but I had to ask since I was also afraid of going away with Jose. "How the hell should I know. Just do whatever he tells you. If you're good, he'll keep you, and we'll all make a lot of money," said Diego, then he walked over and grabbed me by the chin, tilting my head back and forcing me to look up. His brown eyes stared into my green eyes. "You better make him happy. If he returns you, I'll kill you. You understand me kid?" threatened Diego. I tried to nod, letting him know I understood, but his fingers were digging into my jaw. "Good," said Diego then he shoved me down onto the floor. I scrambled to put on my clothes and shoes, eager to get away from Diego. Whoever this stranger was, I figured he couldn't be any worse than this psychotic douche bag of a drug dealer. Once I was dressed, Diego led me back out into the living room, his fingers digging into my neck. I saw a thick envelope stuffed with money sitting on the table. I knew that the amount of money sitting there was way more than required for a simple blow job. I knew that my mom didn't really love me, not like a parent should, and that she was always complaining about what a burden I was, while to Diego I was just another product to sell. That was when I first had the suspicion that they were finally tired of me and wanted to get rid of me. Figuring I didn't really have anything to lose, I looked at Jose and said, "Are you going to kill me?" Jose smirked, but kept his dark, almost black, eyes locked on me, "Not if you do as you're told. If you do what I say, when I say, I promise you'll I won't harm you. Comprende?" While I wasn't educated as far as schooling, I wasn't stupid. I'd been around on the streets of our poor neighborhood. I'd always been perceptive and good at reading people. I got the sense that Jose was being honest. Whatever Jose wanted me for, I could tell it was just business to the man, not emotional. He wasn't a psycho like Diego. "Yes," I answered and lowered my eyes. "Good, now let's go," said Jose as he got up off the couch and headed for the door. He stopped at the front door and looked back at me. I thought about saying goodbye to Diego, but then realized I didn't care if I ever saw that lowlife scumbag again. I felt some apprehension about leaving with some stranger, but I remembered Jose's instructions to do what he said when he said, so I walked over to the door. Jose opened the door and I followed him out of the apartment building. When we got to the street, Jose led me to a beat up old Dodge Dart. I think it was tan or beige, or some cream color. He held open the passenger door for me, like he was a gentlemen escorting a lady on a date in a movie. When I got in, Jose shut the door and walked around the front of the car towards the driver's side. I briefly thought about making a run for it, but remained in the car when I realized I had no where and no one to run to. Instead, I reached back, grabbed the seat belt and fastened it in place. We drove in silence for a couple of miles. I got really confused at the route we took as Jose seemed to make a lot of extra turns and drive a bit erratically, speeding up and slowing down. Eventually we ended up in a more industrial section of town. Jose stopped in front of a fenced in parking lot of a warehouse building. He pressed the button on a remote control device hooked on to the visor above him. The gate opened and we pulled inside. Jose waited for the gate to close before driving around to the back of the building, "Okay, kid, get out, we're stopping here for a bit," said Jose. I got out of the car and Jose motioned me to follow him. He led me to the backdoor of the warehouse and unlocked it. He opened the door, stepped inside and turned on a light; I followed him inside. It was a small office, with a desk, a couple chairs, some filing cabinets, and a computer on the desk. There were two doors that led further into the warehouse. I didn't see any logos or anything that would identify the business that was being run there, although there was the faint scent of pot lingering in the room. I don't know if it was just that a lot of it had been smoked in the room or if it was coming from somewhere else in the warehouse. "Stand there and don't touch anything," said Jose as he pointed to the middle of the office. I stood there and waited as he sat down in one of the chairs and pulled a video camera out of one of the desk drawers. I was sweating like crazy; my white t-shirt clinging to my chest. I remember the place being hot, but it was more than just the heat; I was scared. Jose fiddled with the camera for a few seconds then pointed it at me saying, "Okay, say your name, age, and tell me a little bit about yourself, things you like, hobbies, shit like that." "Um, okay. My name is Kyle Jacobs. I just turned eleven last week. Uh, I guess I like to read, especially mystery novels. I also like comic books when I can get em, like the X-Men," I said. "Do you have any friends Kyle?" asked Jose. "Not really, just a few guys from the neighborhood I guess. I'm not really allowed to go out much and can't have anyone over," I answered. "Do you like sucking cock Kyle?" asked Jose still filming me. I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess." "You guess? Does your dick get hard when you're sucking a man's cock?" he asked. I blushed and softly said, "Yes." "No shame in that Kyle. My boss likes little cocksuckers like you. Can you show yourself off for him? Take off your shirt," he said. I was embarrassed and hesitated. "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT NOW!" yelled Jose. My hands were shaking as I hurriedly obeyed. "Good boy," said Jose. He stood up and slowly walked around me. "Okay put your hands on top of your head," he said after he did one circle around me. I was shivering despite the heat, but I did as he said. He did another circle around me with the camera then sat back down. "Okay Kyle, now take off you socks and shoes, then strip naked," said Jose. I noticed his free hand was now in his lap and he was squeezing his cock through his jeans. I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his jeans as I kicked off my shoes then took off the rest of my clothes. Despite being scared, my little dick was hard. "Now slowly turn around," said Jose. When I was facing away from me, he told me stop. After a few seconds like that he had me bend over then pull my butt cheeks apart, I guess so he could get a good shot of my asshole. Finally he told me stand up and turn back around. When I faced him I saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants. It was average sized, I guess around six inches, not too thick and uncut. I could see some precum glistening on the tip as he slowly jacked himself. "I think you know what to do boy don't you?" prompted Jose, wagging his cock at me. I nodded and walked over to him. I didn't want to get on my knees on the cement floor, so I just bent over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Jose moaned and scooted his hips forward on the chair. I looked up and saw that he was still filming. "Smile for the camera Kyle," he ordered. When I looked up and smiled he said, "Yeah, I guess you do like sucking cock you little faggot." He kept one hand on the camera, constantly filming while he put the other hand on the back of my head. I felt his fingers wrap around a bunch of my blond hair, so I relaxed my throat. I'd had my faced fucked enough to recognize when a man was going to get rough. Sure enough, he started to ram his cock down my throat while he kept a firm grip on my hair so I couldn't pull away. Fortunately he didn't take long and soon he busted his nut, firing the first of his load into my mouth then yanking my head off his cock and shooting the rest all over my face. He then pushed me backwards onto the floor. I landed hard on my ass. "Look at that you little maricon, you just got your throat raped and your little faggot cock is still hard," said Jose as he laughed at me. I started to cry, he was right; my dick was hard. It's two and half inches were pressed up tight against my stomach. Jose turned the camera off and set it down on the desk. He used some paper towels to wipe his cock off then put it away in his pants. He tossed me some of the towels and told me to clean my face off and get dressed. While I was doing that he connected the camera to the computer and did something with the video. I was dressed and sitting on the floor wondering what was going to happen next when he pulled out a cellphone and made a cal. "I have him sir. Yes, everything went good, no problems with Diego, the mother wasn't there. I've uploaded the video to the site," said Jose into phone. He turned and looked at me as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. "He is even prettier than his pictures, you are going to enjoy the video, I know I did," he said as he smiled at me and winked. It didn't make me feel any less scared, but it did make me blush again. Jose nodded his head to something the man said on the phone. Then he looked me in the eyes, I quickly looked down breaking the contact. "Yes sir. Okay sir," said Jose then he hung up. "I'm going to die aren't I?" I asked like the frightened little kid I was. I was leaping to wild conclusions, probably from reading all those crime and mystery novels. Jose smirked at me. "Si chico. We're all going to die, no one lives forever, but I told you, you are safe as long as you do what I say." I couldn't look up at him, instead I looked at his feet as I gave a little nod and said, "Okay." "I work for a man that likes boys like you. This man is very wealthy. He wants to help you and your mom. If you agree to work for him, he will take care of you and your mother," said Jose. I was skeptical. I didn't think I was anything special that some rich guy would want to pay a lot of money for me. "What does he want me for?" I asked. "I will be honest with you mi amigo, you will have to do everything he says. He will fuck you. He will do things that might hurt you. You will be his boy slave, but he is a very generous man and takes good care of his boys," said Jose. "How is he going to take care of my mom?" I asked. Even at that age I knew enough that just giving her a bunch of money would not help her as she would spend it all on drugs. "He is going to make sure she gets top of the line medical rehab, like those places you see advertised on TV. Then when she is cured of her drug addiction, he will give her a job and a place to live in a nice neighborhood, away from scum like Diego. And as for you, you will live on a tropical island and when you grow up he will pay for your college and give you enough money to do whatever you want," said Jose. I was confused. It was all so crazy and didn't make any sense. I guess Jose sensed my confusion. "What do you think your future is going to be like Kyle?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I had some nightmares about it but I couldn't bring myself to tell Jose. I could feel Jose staring at me. He sighed, "Remember, do what I say and you will be okay. That includes answering my questions and telling the truth," I started cry to again. "I'm going to end up like my mom," I sobbed. Jose remained seated, but his voice seemed caring, "Yes chico. If you don't accept my boss's offer I will take your back to Diego. He will continue to sell you to men. You will have to do all the things you would do for my boss, but Diego will keep all the money. If you disobey Diego, he will just get you addicted to drugs like your mother. Then you will do whatever he wants so you can get your next fix. But if you come work for my boss, he will take care of you. He will give you and your mom a future that is better then that. Okay?" I knew my life was likely to be much worse if I refused. I remembered Diego's threat to kill me, but I didn't believe he would actually do that, there wasn't any money in killing me. Jose was right, he would just keep pimping me out. Plus my mom's drug problem was getting worse, even I could tell. She was likely to end up in the hospital or jail soon. If Diego didn't abducted me when that happened I would be back in a foster home, or now that I was getting older maybe a group home. I'd meet several boys in the neighborhood that had runaway from group homes and they told horror stories about them. I figured the unknown future couldn't be any worse than what awaited me back home. "Okay," I whispered. Jose opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills and a bottle of water. He opened the pill bottle and pulled out a round pink pill and handed it to me. "A pill to help you sleep. We have to take a trip to get to the tropical island and it will be easier for us both if you are asleep for the first part of it," he said. I took the pill from him, it had an 'A' on it. He handed me the bottle of water and I took the pill. He smiled at me then swiveled in the chair and started doing something on the computer. In a minute he had some silly game open in a browser. He had me sit on his lap as he showed me how to use the mouse to fling some birds at pigs. It was fun and I quickly got engrossed in it. He held me as I played. It was strange, I had just agreed to leave my mom, go to some island in who knows where, and be a rich man's slave boy; and instead of feeling scared, I felt safe wrapped up in Jose's arms. I eventually started to get sleepy, but before I feel asleep, I remember Jose talking on the phone again. He said something about me agreeing and that he would tie up the lose ends here then bring me across the border and deliver me by boat. 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