3 comments/ 4399 views/ 2 favorites The Boys in the Box Ch. 22-24 By: jacksonblooms Author's note: This story is strictly an erotic fantasy. It's not real, nor is it in any way an endorsement of the activities described. In the real world, kidnapping, forced sex, slavery, non-consensual physical and emotional abuse, and the buying and selling of human beings are morally reprehensible and I am staunchly opposed to it all. In the real world, it's important to play safe with condoms and PrEP, exclusively with consensual partners, and to respect your partners' limits and comfort. Please don't kidnap and molest straight eighteen year old boys, just enjoy this completely made-up fantasy instead. :) ***** 22. "Well, I suppose we should help these boys out," I remarked as I wiped tears of laughter from my eyes and JoJo returned from cleaning up the dining room. "JoJo," I said, "How would you like to assist Sunshine and Bongo? I'm sure you can see how desperate they are for a good hard fuck, and I think you're just the slave to give it to them." A broad, grateful smile spread across JoJo's face, revealing his beautifully white teeth. "Master, thank you, Master!" His penis, kept in a state of permanent partial erection by his golden cock ring, quickly bloomed to its full eight inches and in no time the larger, stronger slave was making full use of the almost preternaturally tightened assholes of the younger slaves beneath him. His strong hands grabbed Sunshine by the hips and pulled the boy's twitching bottom towards his face, spitting on the slave's hole. With nothing but spit and sweat to ease his entrance, he thrust his cock up the teen's fuckchute. Sunshine shrieked, the sound of his voice and the look on his face communicating an exquisite blend of pain, pleasure, and relief as his rectum stretched to accommodate JoJo's thick meat. As he pumped his way inside the teenager, I thought again about the first and only time JoJo had ever fucked a woman, pleased to see that while his stamina had increased, he could jackhammer away at a pussy with the same great gusto. After laying into Sunshine for a good ten minutes, I instructed JoJo to leave him be while he went to work on the still suffering Bongo. As he pulled out and made his way to the mop-topped slave squirming a few feet away, Sunshine let out a little sob. "No, JoJo! Please come back! I need you to keep fucking me, please!" begged the little blond slave, looking very much like JoJo's attention-starved little brother. Ignoring the boy's pleas, JoJo pounded away at Bongo, giving his asshole sweet relief while Sunshine begged desperately for more dick. He wasn't bucking and squirming quite as wildly as he had been, so clearly the fucking had alleviated some of the slave's distress, but he obviously wasn't out of the woods entirely. Continuing to hammer away at the asshole of an ecstatic Bongo, JoJo looked with something akin to pity at the muscle twink rolling on his back like a turtle baking in the sun. He looked at me questioningly, and I nodded. JoJo pulled out of Bongo and dragged him by the collar to the center of the room next to Sunshine. In short order, he had the boys side by side on all fours, their asses twitching invitingly. Squatting with his hand on each of the younger slaves' outer hips, he deep-dicked their holes one after the other. First Bongo, then Sunshine, then Bongo, and so on. This display of impressive athleticism continued for a good twenty minutes, as the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Seeing that Bongo and Sunshine seemed to have calmed down and regained their composures, I surmised that the drug's effects had been properly ameliorated. I gave JoJo permission to unload his seed in the hole of whichever boy he pleased, a rare treat for the slave. After properly thanking me, he drove his full manhood into Sunshine's cunt and deposited his load, releasing a low, guttural moan of perfect satisfaction as he did so. JoJo let out a sigh and pulled himself off the smaller boy. Without even needing to be told, Bongo set to work slurping JoJo's spunk out of his brother's throbbing red hole, while Sunshine gratefully cleaned the alpha slave's cock with his tongue. His equipment clean, I dismissed JoJo to prepare my chambers for the evening and gazed with fondness at the two sweat-slicked young slaves on the floor in front of me. 23. I was abashed to realize that I had been so wrapped up in the theatrics before me that I had completely forgotten my guest, sitting across from me and indiscreetly stroking himself through his trousers in a state of obvious arousal. "My, Etienne, where are my manners? Sunshine, take care of our guest!"More or less coming to his senses, Sunshine crawled over to Dr. Bohrman and freed the doctor's ten inch monster from it's cloth prison. Bongo followed, continuing to slurp up JoJo's cum from his brother's asshole while Sunshine inhaled the cock in front of him. Once I was confident that he'd hoovered every last drop of spunk from Sunshine's rectum, I instructed him to join his brother in worshipping my friend's ample meat. The two of them took turns slobbering all over his shaft and balls until his toes began to curl and it was clear to everyone in the room that he was on the verge of release. Dr. Bohrman pushed the two teenage slaves' faces off his massive pole. Each boy wrapped one hand around his shaft and began to pump. Knowing what was coming, the boys opened their mouths wide and positioned themselves a few inches from his engorged purple mushroom, awaiting their reward. In a matter of seconds the doctor shot his massive load all over the boys' faces, mouths, and chests, covering my property in his sticky jism. I ordered the boys to clean up; soon they were licking every last drop of semen off each other, as well as lapping up the small pools of various bodily fluids that had ended up on the floor. "Well, old friend, that was quite the display," I remarked as I watched the boys tonguing each other's lithesome bodies. "Anything left in the bottle?" "As the slogan goes, 'A Little Dab'll Do 'Ya!' We barely used a quarter of it!" he exclaimed, tossing the tube back to me. It was certainly an entertaining party trick, and I began to turn over in my head the various ways I could use it to train recalcitrant slaves. "That stuff's not cheap, but if you'd like more I can get it for you at wholesale prices," he said, yawning in his lazy, post-orgasm haze. I looked at my watch. It was just after ten; hardly late, but I still hadn't properly caught up on sleep, and both the boys and I had a very big day tomorrow. It was definitely bedtime. "Well, Etienne, I'm afraid I must call it a night. You're welcome to stay over, although I'm afraid I can't offer you a bedwarmer as I need all my boys bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing in the morning to meet their new brothers." "Oh, that's not necessary. I actually need to catch a red-eye to Macau. One of my Triad clients wants me to take a look at some Thai boy he won in a poker game. No rest for the wicked, and all that.""Very well. Thank you again for all of your help. It's always so wonderful to see you. Let's not wait so long next time," I said with a weary smile. "Bongo and Sunshine can carry you to your rental car. And then straight to bed, boys! You have a big day ahead." 24. I rose early, despite the fact that I was still running at something of a deficit where sleep was concerned. The clock on the nightstand let me know that it was just after five-thirty in the morning. Jake and Tyson would already be on the property, giving the new slaves one last rinse, inside and out, before trussing them up and delivering them to the stables where they'd be living for the next half year. I activated the overhead lights with the remote app on my phone and nudged JoJo, curled up at the foot of my bed, with my heel. Instantly the slave was awake and on his knees in front of me, his pink, pillowy lips wrapping themselves around my morning wood to accept my piss. Of course the slave didn't spill a drop; it had been well over two year since he had. He continued to nurse my cock once the stream had run dry, no doubt seeking a little cream for his "coffee." Most mornings I availed myself of his attention, but today there was too much to do. I even showered on my own, instead sending JoJo to prepare my breakfast. The scent of the coffee and bacon waiting at my desk filled my nostrils as I exited my bathroom. As I sat down to eat, JoJo set to work polishing my outfit for the day. I don't put much stock in the stereotypical "leather daddy" uniform; for the most part, I wear jeans and a t-shirt. The accoutrement of the S&M scene has always struck me as more fit for dress-up than the down-and-dirty business of slave handling. On certain occasions, though, I find value in the costume. With the exception of Awol, none of the new slaves had ever laid eyes on me. This morning I intended to make a powerful first impression. I finished breakfast and headed down to the kitchen, leaving JoJo hard at work polishing my leathers to a shining, almost impossibly black perfection. I pulled a can of turkey chili out of the pantry and poured about half out into a large metal doggie dish. Stopping at the breakfront in my den, I retrieved the black velvet bag in which I kept JoJo's collar and cuffs. I returned to my chambers and found JoJo, having finished polishing and laying out my clothes, kneeling at the foot of the bed with my leather jock in his mouth like a dutiful labrador with his master's morning newspaper. I couldn't help but grin at the sight. I set the dish down by the door and walked over the kneeling slave, retrieving my jock and mussing his hair. "Breakfast, boy!" I smiled, indicating the bowl of room temperature stew on the floor. JoJo's eyes lit up and he looked at the bowl and then back to me. "Go ahead, boy!" I encouraged, and he crawled over to the dish, diving in face first and hungrily gobbling it up. I don't keep JoJo fitted with a tail, or even a plug as a matter of course, but I could practically see him wagging as he tucked in. For the most part I feed him the same chow that the other slaves get, but sometimes I can't help but dote. He had put on such a good show last night, and today was a special occasion after all. I'd have happily given him the entire can, but knew it was more generous to limit his portion; when you get used to a strict, regimented diet, as my boys do, too much rich food can wreak havoc on one's digestive system. By the time I had slipped into my leather jock and chaps, JoJo had licked his bowl clean and padded back to me, gazing up at me from all fours with a look of near religious ecstasy. The young slave was panting with pleasure, sauce all over the lower half of his face. I playfully nudged him away and told him to clean up and then finish dressing me. In no time, the slave was back, face freshly scrubbed, and helped me first into my calf-high boots and then my thick leather harness. Properly dressed, I retrieved the bag that held JoJo's decidedly skimpier outfit. On a day to day basis, I don't keep JoJo collared or cuffed. The boy knows his place and doesn't need a ring around his neck to remind him of his status. (Of course he does have that thick golden cock ring, but that's mostly to deliver instruction when I can't do so in person.) Today, though, he needed to dress the part in the same way that I did. In his own way, I think JoJo actually took pride in his special accessories; the solid gold collar and cuffs were worth almost as much as one of my slaves, after all. I secured each cuff in place around his wrists and ankles with a small golden padlock, and then did the same with his thick, weighty collar. From the front dangled a small golden tag with JOJO set in delicate black diamonds. Both of us looking our part, we set out for the stables.