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

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   Making of a Slave Boy 1: Trafficked

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   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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