Barefoot Guy

The Scrubs

Prolog

The year is 2110. The world as we know it has collapsed and a new world order has emerged.

Most of the world is in desolation with pockets of civilized living and advanced technology.

One of these pockets is the west coast of the former United States centered around what was known as Silicon Valley to the pacific ocean stretching down to the former outskirts of Los Angeles, known as the Coastal.

Just outside these pockets are the wastelands called the Scrubs. Life is hard and cheap. There are no laws and anything can be had – for the right price, anything.

Chapter 1

So here I am, out in the Scrubs. It's not my first time here I've made several trips to the Scrubs to satisfy my tastes. Tastes that cannot be satisfied on the coast – where I live and work.

I work for a large tec company leading the way in the growing nanobot medical field. My position within the company makes me valuable. There aren't that many people left in the world who can do what I do. My nanobots find and kill viruses, keep people alive longer and manage chronic diseases. If you live in the Coastal you're an important person. If you can afford our company's cutting edge medical tec then your are the cream of that important crop.

As you can imagine those people protect the company that protects them and the company protects their number one nanobot designer, me.

All of my previous trips into the Scrubs I found what I was looking for; be it a one-night stand or a full weekender. I have particular tastes. I like little boys, little boys tied up at my mercy and ready to be beaten, whipped, tortured and fucked in their little wet mouths and tight hot asses all night long.

I have visited a particular boy brothel and it has become my favorite place. It has no name and no signs. From the outside it's just a run down barn in the middle of nowhere. Inside it's relatively comfortable and there are many playrooms. They cater to all kinds there. There are dungeons for people like me who like inflicting torture and pain or more sedate room for those who like romantic sex with their whore. Even theme rooms for those who like boys to be dressed as a maid, an animal or boys as girls or girls as boys. Oh yes they trade in little girls too; and if you really want it they will even find you a teenager or adult for the right price. Everything and everyone is a commodity in the Scrubs, be they willing or unwilling.

After gaining a little bit of trust and placing a few discreet inquiries with the management and other clients of the brothel I discovered there is an owner of a slave farm who specializes in what I am looking for. I have found out the location and verified the information as best I can from other sources, some Sherpas, and rumors.

Anything can be had for a price, anyone, any fantasy. Hell last time I was here one of the brothel's clients was on a safari. A safari where he hunted little boys. Three little slaves he had picked out where hunted down. They were released at night and he started the hunt the next morning.

When I left, after spending a weekender, I saw that client return with his trophies. Two tightly bound little dirty and bruised boys crying in a cage on a trailer. The third one was bound wrist and ankle and stretched on his back over the hood of the jeep the client was driving. I don't know if the kid was just still or tranquilized but that kid didn't seem to be moving, I didn't ask questions. But like I said, life out here means nothing.

This trip though is special. I have taken a week off from work and met up with my trusted Sherpa to the Scrubs and we are going to this secret, hidden settlement just over the mountains. A place that I'm told has the highest quality, virgin merchandise for sale. It's a three-day trip in and another three days out. That gives me two days to find the slave I want and to negotiate a price for him. See this trip I am purchasing a boy to bring home as my slave to use and abuse as I want – when I want.

Oh, that's not totally legal in the Coastal, but I have my protections. When your nanobots have saved the life of the governor's wife you can pretty much get away with breaking the law. Having contributed large sums of money to the right political figures doesn't hurt either.

I may be venturing deep into the Scrubs but I'm not stupid. I have been using this Sherpa long enough to trust him as much as one can trust anyone out here, plus he's being paid well and won't get the remainder of his fee until I am safely out of the Scrubs.

We're still a day and a half from our destination and already I am farther into the Scrubs than I have ever been in my life. Already I have seen more then I thought possible. Driving along what passes out here for roads we'll pass by a single house or through what could be called a village. There are packs of feral dogs, and wild horses run in the distance.

Every so often we'll see people walking along the roadside; some wear more clothes than others. The children are mostly naked. Every time they hear our truck coming they stop, turn and push these half-naked or fully naked kids to the front, hold them out and motion us over with their hands. They are clearly trying to peddle these kids in exchange for drugs, money, food, fuel, what have you.

We just pass them by. There are a few boys that might pass for cute. But that's not what I am here for and my Sherpa advises against stopping for these riff-raff. Often it's a trick and they rob and murder those who stop for a quick suck and fuck.

In the villages it's a little different. Depending on the size of the settlement they may or may not have a brothel or house used for sexual favors. The smaller places will put all the sex slaves in one place, it's a mix of boys, girls, teens and adults. Some sold by their parents others kidnapped by traders and some captured in raids conducted by one village against another; the reasons are as numerous as the slaves.

We have stopped at a little settlement, just a few houses, known to be safe by my Sherpa, he gets us a room and unloads the truck as I settle in. Once alone in my room I hear a knock at the door, I take my pistol out of my jacket pocket and go to the door.

"Who is it," I ask.

"Nathan, Sir. I come with the room if you want, Sir."

I open the door a crack and look down, before me is a little boy of about ten, brown hair and brown eyes standing there dressed only in a ragged pair of shorts, rags really, held around his slim waist by a tattered old rope. Gotta love a boy who comes with his own bondage gear.

"How much?"

"Only three, Sir. I do whatever you like, Sir."

I open the door and drag him in by this thin arm. I swear I can feel the bone right through his skin. I get a better look at this waif in the brighter light of the room. I can count his ribs and he looks even younger, but despite his skin and bone appearance he's not uncute, but not really my type.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Twelve, Sir."

"Are you a slave here or what?"

"No, Sir, no slave. My dad owns the hotel. I come with the room, if you want." He was looking down at his barefeet.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Dunno, I had porridge one day or two ago, and some milk days before that."

No wonder the kid looked nine or ten, his father was starving him.

"Strip, kid." I order him.

I slip my pistol back into my jacket and go to my bag. I get a protein bar and toss it to the kid.

"Eat it," I order him and he tears the packet open with his teeth and practically inhales it.

"Thank you, Sir, thank you very much!"

"Go sit in that chair."

He does. I take the rope from his discarded shorts and pull his hands behind him and bind his wrists together. He turns his head to watch what I am doing.

"Sir?" he asks

"Shut up, kid."

Tears well up in the little brat's eyes. I guess he's been like this before and his experience wasn't an enjoyable one, well for him at least.

I tie off his wrists and go back over to my bag, get a few more ropes and cross and tie his ankles together then bind his chest to the chair back.

"Listen up kid. I'm keeping you overnight, but you'll be in that chair all night. If you're quiet and don't cause any trouble you'll get another bar in the morning before I leave, savvy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. For the night you're my slave, so you do your told and I say no more yappin'."

He just nodded he understood, the promise of more food was too much for him for fuck this up. I have no intention of doing anything to the kid other then enjoy looking at his body all night. But I like my boys gagged too, so I grab my ball gag and slip it into his mouth and pull it painfully tight."

"Does that hurt, slave?"

He nods yes.

"Good." And I flash him an evil smile.

Just then my Sherpa arrives back with the rest of my luggage from the truck.

"What's this?" he questions seeing the rug rat tied naked to the chair.

"Little perk of the room," I tell him.

"Ah, okay."

"Yeah it's the fucker who owns this place's kid. This little mite is being starved to death. Kid's claims to be twelve, if you can believe it."

"Naw, he looks nine, ten if he's lucky."

"No shit. You stay here and enjoy the view; but no touching I'm gunna have a look around."

"Got ya."

My Sherpa will spend the night in the truck guarding it and the rest of the equipment. It's way too temping a target out here, even in this so-called safe village. But I wanna have a word with the kid's father.

I go back downstairs and the teen girl who rented us the room is still at the desk.

"Where's the dude who owns this place?"

"He be out back takin' care o' the stock. Can I hep ya?"

"I want to talk to him about the in-room entertainment."

"Entertainment?"

"The kid, what's his name… Nathan."

"Oh, my little brother, he causing a problem?"

"No. Now go get your father I have a business matter to discuss with him." I glare at her.

Without anymore words she darts off out the back and screams for her father. A few minutes later he comes in with her following behind.

"What kin I do fer ya?" he asks dusting off his dirty hands.

"I have a business matter to discuss, can we go somewhere private." I motion toward the girl.

He turns to her, "Fuck off, darlin'."

She darts out again.

"Private now just you an' me."

"How much for the kid?"

"Nathan, three for da night didn't he tell ya?"

"He told me, I mean how much for the kid?"

"Wut, ya wanna buy 'im?"

"Yeah, now you got it. How-much?"

"Dunno. Kid brings in nice coin."

"Out here, fuck he does. I'm the only person here and from the looks of the place you ain't exactly putting out any 'no vacancy' sign."

He looks me directly in the eye and moves closer.

I start moving my hand slowly to my jacket pocket.

Then he cracks a smile and roars with laughter.

"Fuck dude, I likes ya. You stand yer ground. Most Coastals back right down."

"This ain't my first time in the Scrubs." I lower my hand back to my side.

"Yeah that shooter in yer jacket tol' me that. Well the kid does bring in some coin so he ain't without worth."

"How much?" I ask again.

"Whatcha wan' em fer?"

I can see the wheels turning in is head trying to find a price that I won't say no too right away. His question is just a stalling tactic.

"That's my concern, he's mine for the night, here's the three for that," and I toss him the payment. "How much to take him with me in the A.M.?"

He looks at the money like it's a steak and he's a starving man.

"Twenty-five and he's yer's."

"Fifteen." I counter.

"Twenty."

"Twenty!" now it's my turn to laugh, "Fuck he'll eat five's worth just to get him healthy. Seventeen."

"Eighteen."

"Sold"

We shake hands on the deal.

I reach onto my other jacket pocket and pull out the payment. He smiles when I hand him the loot.

"Hahaha! I'll throw the girl in for another seven!"

"Nope, don't want pussy."

"I's likes you mister, yer a'right fer a Coastal fella."

"I'm leaving at first light, don't tell the cunt I'm taking her brother until I'm long gone."

"No worries, mate. She don't gotta know nothing, ain't her biznis no how."

I climb the stairs back up to the room.

"Alright you can head out to the truck I'm in for the night. Little brat give you any trouble?"

"Not a spot, he just sat here all quiet like."

"Good boy," I say to him. He stares back at me silently I can still see the remains of a tear that ran down his dirty cheek. "I wanna hit the road at first light, be sure the truck is ready to go." I tell my Sherpa.

"No probs. She'll be purring to head out, first light." And he heads out of the room and back to the truck for the night.

I pull out my radio and see if I can tune something in from the Coastal broadcasts. I let the dial search and it hits on a few stations. One news, one with nothing but chatter and a couple music. I pick one of the less offensive music stations and turn the volume down to background level.

I walk over to the naked kid tied to the chair and stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. I tower over the runt.

"So what am I gunna do with you?"

The kid starts trembling but puts up a brave front.

"Wanna eat in the morning?" I ask him.

He nods.

"Then remember what I said, I don't want no noise from you."

He nods again.

"One noise, no food." I warn.

He nods but remains perfectly quiet all I can hear is his breathing.

I reach down and grab his left nipple and give it a tight squeeze. He screws his face up in pain and draws in a huge breath of air but not a sound escapes his throat.

I continue to pinch and tug his tiny pink nub. He tries to follow my fingers with his chest to relieve the pressure of my pulling on his skin. But the rope holds him fast.

I let his nip slide from my fingertip and with my fingernails I trap his nip bud between them and pinch with all my might.

He screams behind the gag and tears burst from his brown eyes.

"Damn kid you're good, but you made noise. Sorry no breakfast then."

The tears continue to flow and he hangs he head in disappointment.

I lie down on the bed and listen to the radio and the kid's crying. Riding over the dirty roads and flats of the Scrubs takes a lot outta a man. It feels good to relax.

Chapter 2

I hear a fist pounding on my door.

"Dude, it's light out, time to hit the road." I hear my Sherpa shout from the otherside of the room.

"Stop pounding, come the fuck in." I shout back.

I sit up and damn I must have fallen asleep in my clothes, slept the whole night through. Then I notice the kid still tied to the chair.

"Yeah right, you're here." I say to him.

Obviously awakened the same way I was, he remains totally silent though. He face is tear stained, must have cried himself to sleep last night. His tiny cock is hard as a rock from needing to piss.

My Sherpa is in the room now. "You ready to go bossman?"

"Yeah give me a minute." I head to the toilet and take my morning piss.

"Gunna untie the brat or leave him for the help to find?" he laughs.

"I got something better in mind," I say as I zip up and come back into the room.

I reach into my bag and pull out a small black metal case. "Made these myself. They use nanobot tec." I put one on my fingertip. I can see Sherpa knows what it is.

"You wear contacts." He says.

"Nope. These are special and they're for him." I motion to the kid.

"Him, what you wanna give him contacts for?"

"Just watch." I feel the evil grin reappear on my face.

I go over to the kid and tell him to remain perfectly still and look up at me.

I take his head in my free hand and with my fingers I pull open his eye and with my other hand I gently place the contact lens on his eyeball. Then pull out the other contact from the case and do the same with his other eye. Then I pull out the little bottle of eye drops and put two drops in each eye.

"Increases the conductivity." I tell both the boy and my Sherpa. Neither one of them has a clue what I am talking about.

"Untie the kid from the chair and untie his hands, but leave his feet bound." I tell the Sherpa.

"Yes, boss." He answers and does as I say.

"Now take that gag out."

He does.

Here kid, I toss him a protein bar. He catches it and has a totally surprised look on his face. Afraid to eat it he just holds it in his hand. "Eat it, slave."

"B… but Sir you said…"

I cut him off, "I said eat it."

Repeating last night's event he rips into the package and inhales the bar.

"Thank you very, very much Sir. You're a nice man, thank you."

"Yeah well, I'm not, but I don't like to see a boy like you starving to death either."

"Tie his hands back up the way he was." I tell my Sherpa.

"Tie him back up?"

I give him a look and he sets to work retying the kid's wrists.

"Now come over here and watch this."

I pull a little controller box out of the contact lens case and hold out for him to see.

"Hey kid look at me," He does. "Watch this," I tell my Sherpa. And push the button on the box.

We're both looking at the kid and his eyes go instantly black from edge to edge.

The kid screams in terror.

"I can't see, mister, I can't see, please I can't see." He repeats over and over.

"Oh shut up, brat." And I push the button again. His eyes return to normal.

"I… I can see again," he stammers.

"Yeah and I control when and what you see." And I push the button again, his eyes turn black.

This time he doesn't freak out knowing I can turn it off and haven't made him permanently blind.

"Take the luggage down to the truck. I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay, boss." He gathers up the stuff and heads out.

"Oh, and make sure that girl's not around when I come down."

I go over to the blind kid and pick him up and toss him over my shoulder. He weighs nothing, it's like picking up a pillow. "Stay quiet and don't move around."

I head out the room and down to the truck with the kid. I open the back of the truck up and lay the kid on his side, take a convenient bungee and attach his bound ankles to his wrists. He's hogtied and lying on his side. Then slam the gate shut and close the top glass.

"What the hell, you're taking the kid?" Sherpa asks as I hop in the passenger seat.

"Yeah, I bought him last night from his dad, so he's mine now."

"Why'd you buy that runt? Is he the one you want?"

"Fuck no, but we might need something to trade with and he's good merchandise despite his size and if we don't need him I can sell him on to the brothel on the way back, either way it's a good investment."

"Anything you say, boss." And he starts the truck and heads out.

As soon as we move I hear the kid from the back. "Mister… mister, I'm here, wait. I'm still in the truck."

"Shut up kid, of course you're here, I bought you and now you're mine so lay still and enjoy the ride and keep quiet. It will be lunchtime in about four hours," I shout back.

'That should shut his mouth, the promise of lunch.' I think.

I gaze mindlessly into the distance ahead of us. It's just miles and miles of nothing but two thin tire tracks that we're following toward our destination.

Chapter 3

We had gotten a later start then I wanted due to my oversleeping so I push lunch back about two hours, I wanted to be in the mountains by tonight so we'd reach the slave farm by mid-day tomorrow. My Sherpa didn't mind he was getting paid for driving and the little package in the back knew his place and kept his mouth shut. All we heard from him and the occasional grunt and moan as he shifted in the back of the truck and got bounced around by the rough ride. I think he sneezed once too.

This kid isn't really my type but he's a little boy, a twelve-year-old who looks ten. He's going to be popular with someone and in any case a slave's mouth is still a mouth and my cock will fit into it just like any other slaveboy's.

By late afternoon I was getting hungry. "Pull it over, its lunchtime."

"You got it, bossman."

We slow down and find a good place to pull over and stop.

Out of the truck and stretching my legs, feels good to be off my ass and standing. The fucking rough roads out here take their toll on my backside for sure.

I go to the back and lower the gate getting a good look at little human cargo lying bound and blind in the back. Not a bad little body for a runt. Well tanned from running around the Scrubs nearly naked, nice proportions, no body hair, smooth skin, nice nips, soft red lips and floppy hair. The breeze hits him and dries the little sweat beads on his chest and tummy and he takes a deep breath into his lungs. His little toes wiggle.

I grab the pack from behind the slave containing the food and open it up. Lunch today is protein bars first as the Sherpa gets the fire started to cook up a little stew of meat and veg. Nothing fancy but it'll fill us up until dinnertime.

As I sit on the back gate eating the bar I hear the little slave's tummy growling, he knows better then to ask for any food and remains quiet. His face is tear stained yet again, must have been crying back here after he learned that he'd been sold to me.

I pet his head to get his attention.

"So slave, you said you're twelve years old, is that true?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you cum yet, slave?"

"Cum? Dunno know what that is?"

"Can you shoot white stuff from your dick?"

"Little bit, yes."

"Good."

"Ever suck a man?"

"Yes, sir, lots o' times."

"Ever take it up the ass?"

"Yes." He whispers, obviously not his favorite thing.

"Did it hurt?"

"It hurt lots."

I chomp down my protein bar as I sit and watch the cooking fire come up. Time to start this little slut's training.

"Now, tell me what are you called?"

"Nathan, sir."

"Wrong!" and I smack his ass. He lets out a yelp.

"What are you called?"

"Sir, I don't understand?"

I smack his ass again a little harder this time and get a louder yelp. My Sherpa looks back at us to see if everything is okay.

"I'll help you out this time, you're called 'slave'. Understand?"

"Yes."

"I'll ask you again, what are you called."

"Slave, sir."

"Good boy." And I push a little piece of protein bar into his mouth. As my finger enters I feel the softness of his lips and the warm wetness of his tongue as he grabs the food from me and swallows it down.

As the fire gets going and Sherpa gets the stew made and cooking I open another bar and feed about half of it to the slave one little piece at a time. I eat the other half.

Already the boy's color is returning and he seems more alert and aware with the protein working its wonders inside his deprived body.

"Do you like being tied up, slave."

"No Sir."

"Haha, at least you're honest good, boy! Would you like to see again?"

"Oh yes sir, please can I?" he begs.

"Alright but only for as long as I say so." I reach into my pocket and tap the button and the contacts instantly clear. The boy blinks he eyes at the sudden onslaught of light flooding in. In a minute he adjusts and can see clearly once again.

"Thank you." He whispers.

"From now on you call me master and that guy over there is sir, savvy?"

"Yes, master."

"Now you just stay here and be quiet and if you're good you'll get some stew when we're done eating."

"Food's on, boss." he Sherpa calls out.

I sit next to him by the fire in the little fold up chairs and we both dig in to our bowls.

"What you gunna do with the scrubbie over there?"

"Scrubbie? Never heard that before."

"Scrubbie, that's what we's name the newbie slaves out here. They's got no experience, just been bought for the first time."

"Hahaha, I fucking love it! Not sure what I'm gunna do with it. If we need to trade for something big then he can be the payment, if not I might sell him off to some brothel on later."

"Skinny little runt, but he ain't half cute though."

"Yeah not bad, get some meat on those bones and there might be something there to turn a profit on."

"Idiot father starving 'im like that, could'a gotten much more rent outta his ass if'n hadn't been so scrawny."

"Yeah, but then he wouldn't have been such a bargain. Make sure you save some of this tucker for him when we're done, gotta fill him out a bit."

"He's watching us, can he see?"

"Yeah I gave him his sight back for now."

"Gunna get some pleasure outta him too, boss?"

"None of your fucking biz." I laugh, "Why you wanna get your nut off in him."

Now it was his turn to laugh, "Well he ain't my piece. But I won't say no if offered."

"We'll see my friend, we'll see."

We quickly finish our meal and I take a bowl of the cooled stew to the boy in the back of the truck.

"Time for lunch, slave, open up." And I shovel spoon after spoon of meat and veggies into his hungry mouth. By the time I reach the end of the bowl he's no loner inhaling the food, but actually chewing and enjoying the flavors. His little belly is actually distended from all the food he's got in him. He's probably eaten more in the last fourteen hours then he had in the previous fourteen days.

I set the bowl down and sit next to him petting his brown hair for a moment.

"Master?" I hear him whisper.

This is why I waited just in case he got sick from all the rich food he's not used to. "What is it, slave?"

"I have to pee please."

"Haha, ok boy." I unhook the bungee and drag him to the edge of the truck gate and hold his cock out over the edge, he instantly starts letting go. Not piss-shy this boy. Kid must have pissed a liter.

When the last drops are shaken off I lift his upper body up and he's sitting on the edge of the truck with his legs hanging off the gate.

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah I am, master."

I tip a water bottle onto his mouth, he sucks like a new born at his mother's teat. And drinks half the bottle before I pull it away from him. I pour the other half into a handy cloth and wipe his face. Clean off the tear stains and the dirt, he's quite cute under the grime. I push his head down to his knees and pour another bottle of water over his head thoroughly soaking his hair. I rub out as much grime as I can and find another cloth to dry him with, then push him back up so his sitting normally again.

"Feel better now slave?"

"Yes master, thank you!" He actually smiled when he said that. Must have been a long time since anyone had taken care of the little boy for any reason, the fact that his hands and feet are tightly bound make no difference to him at this moment.

"You're welcome. Would you like to sit up front with me for a while?"

"Can I really, master? Yes I would like that a lot!" he's practically bubbling with excitement.

I reach behind his back to untie his wrists and bring them to the front and retie them tightly together. I pick him up and toss him over my shoulder once more and put him in the front seat.

"Touch anything in here, including yourself, and you'll be tied to a rope on the bumper and you'll walk the rest of way behind us."

He started trembling again. I was serious, but I knew the warning was enough for him to obey me.

I help Sherpa pack up the truck and we kick dirt over the fire and climb back into the front. I put the little slaveboy on my lap and hold him tight around his waist.

My hand lowers to his small cock and I absent-mindedly play with his little slave member. My hand and the bouncing of he truck get him instantly hard and he leans back into me and rests his head on my shoulder.

His eyes are watching everything though; they dart from one place to another as we speed across the Scrubs.

"Never been this far from your old home before?" I ask the boy.

"No, master, ain't never been in a mobile before."

"Mobile, its called a truck, slave."

"Sorry master, ain't never been in a truck either."

Both the Sherpa and I laugh at the little boy's comment. He turns bright red in embarrassment.

This kid has a way about him.

Chapter 4

After about an hour of quiet from the adults and some moans from the bound slaveboy on my lap we see a few specs dot the horizon directly in our path.

"Fucker, probably nomac traders." Sherpa whispers.

The boy trembles in my arms, rightly so. They don't come to the fringes of the Scrubs and stay away from the main roads, usually. Nomac traders are just that, traders, they trade anything and everything. But if they can't trade for it they will just take what they want and leave the former owner for dead. There are a thousand dark jokes about Nomac's being such good negotiators they can make a trade and only give up a single bullet.

I reach into my pocket and hit the button instantly blinding the slave on my lap, then push him kneeling down on the floor of the truck in front of me. I reach around the seat a grab the ball gag.

"Open up, slave." And tightly strap the gag in place. He whimpers because I secure the leather so tightly it pulls painfully into his cheeks.

"Don't make a single sound and don't move a muscle, slave," I warn him and quickly toss a blanket over his head and push him lower into the foot well.

About ten more minutes and we have met up with the Nomac traders. There are three camels in the lead followed by four horses. A man who is obviously the leader of this pack sits astride the lead camel. His camel is being led by a naked teenage slaveboy. The slave has his hands bound behind him and his ankles shackled together and the lead from the beast is tied around his waist. The leader holds a long thin whip used to direct the slave where to go.

The younger man sitting on the second camel is obviously the man's son. The third camel has no rider but a huge pack on its back no doubt loaded with goods for trading. The two horses are each hooked to carts pulling even more junk and goods for trade while the other two horses are on lead from the back of those trailers. A lead from the pulling horses is in the right hand of the son.

Coming from each the following horses is a long chain. These chains don't just drag on the ground, oh no, they are held up off the dirt by at least a dozen slaves. The tallest and therefore I assume the oldest slaves are in the back with the smallest up front. Makes sense, keep the more valuable merchandise up front and protected. The teenagers, while they have a price are worth less than the younger kids.

As we get right on top of them the front camel turns and blocks the road. The truck's breaks slam on and we skid to a halt.

"What the hell, man?" I demand of my Sherpa.

"If we don't stop they just shoot us." He nods toward the very long barreled, high-powered rifle slung around the back of lead Nomac.

Sherpa steps out of the truck, "Greetings." He calls to the leader.

"Morning my friend. What brings you out this far on such a nice day."

"Got me an adventurer from the Coastal, heading north to the mountains for some game huntin'."

"Ha-ha, what kind of game? No matter, that is you're concern, not mine. My concern is trade, might we be able to offer you anything this sunny day? Food, fuel, guns, art, or," turning toward the slaves attached to the chains, "is your pleasure this day, pleasure?"

'He's a smooth talker for a cold-blooded crim," I think. But as my Sherpa makes nice-nice with the Nomac I am being watched by the son. I make no motion at all toward the slave under the blanket. I don't want them taking an interest my piece of boymeat.

I act casual but keep my hand near my pistol in the door pocket where I'd placed it earlier. I gaze over the line of slaves behind the horse.

There are four girls and seven boys, one sex to each chain. The little ones are naked; one of the teenage boys has a rag around his waist acting as a makeshift loincloth but doesn't cover his cock completely. Three of the boys are gagged with rags; as is one of the older girls. They were probably sold gagged and these Nomacs never took the gags out. They are all dirty, sweating and most likely on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.

My Sherpa comes to my side of the truck, "We're gunna trade them some food for a can of fuel."

"What?"

"Look, boss, it will get us outta here fast. We want that. Quick swap and gone."

"Fine, fuckin' do it and let's move."

He gets the box of protein bars and takes them over to the son and hands them up to him for inspection. He nods they're good to his father and the father nods back. The son lowers himself from the camel and heads to closest trailer. He pulls out a rusty old can and hands it to the Sherpa. He leans over and whispers something in Sherpa's ears.

Sherpa tosses it in the back and we quickly get the truck moving down the road. The camel blocking the road has been moved to the side. A sign the Nomac leader had no farther interest in us and our business is complete.

I glance back in the sideview mirror. They have turned away from the road and the group heads back off into the desert.

"Crafty Nomac, they're pulling back to the desert, they was just curious about us boss."

"How the fuck did they know we'd be there?"

"Nomac ways, Nomac ways," was the only answer I got as he shook his head.

"What did the kid say to you?"

"He said to have fun with the slave you've got there."

"He knew about the kid?"

"Yeah boss, we're lucky they had'a pack of em or we might'a lost 'im."

Once we're well out of sight I pull the slave from the floor and put him back in my lap.

"You almost ended up as Nomac fodder kid," I laugh, "you must be a charmed one; first you get rescued from that idiot father and now saved from the Nomacs."

He shivers at the thought, I'm sure he doesn't see my purchasing of him as a rescue but I am sure he's glad to not be with the Nomacs. I leave him blind and gagged for the time being and go back to fingering his cock and nips. His breath becomes raspy as I bring him to the edge over and over again but never let him cum.

Chapter 5

The sun is setting behind us now and the shadow the truck is casting is very long. I can feel the little slaveboy in my lap getting tired and I'm sure quite worked up sexually by my constant attentions to his cock, edging him over and over. He long ago gave up trying not to drool around the ball gag that's been in his mouth since we met up with the Nomacs and he is still blind as I decided not to let him see anything forcing him to focus on my touches.

"We almost there?" I ask Sherpa.

"Yeah boss, not much more ground to cover now; couple more clicks."

"Good, my ass is numb."

The Sherpa laughs, "And I bet this mite's cock is too, you ain't let go of'ing it for hours."

"Just a little tease and tickle that's all. Gotta do somthin' to relieve to boredom of all this empty nothingness."

"Empty? Nothingness? My home this is."

"Better you than me, mate!"

We both share a laugh.

Just as the sun disappears over the horizon I see a light ahead in the distance. We just rounded a corner as we enter the foothills casting us into deep shadow. It's too dangerous to turn on our lights so my Sherpa slips on his night vision gear and continues to drive quite fast through the canyon we just entered.

"You know where we're goin' right?"

"No worries, boss, we're 'spected at this locale."

Within minutes we are in front of a single large structure. Made of wood with a front porch that stretches the entire front span of the building. On the porch are several rocking chairs, and few other chairs and some tables. The front door is a double set right in the center of porch. Wide steps lead from the ground to the porch.

"Here we be, boss. Home for the night."

"Looks expensive, what's this gunna cost me?"

"Place costs two a night per room, so that's four."

"Four, how'a that four, you're staying in the truck." Assuming he'd guarding it for the night again.

"Nope, ain't sleeping in 'er ta-night, don't need to. This place has security."

"Trustworthy?"

"Yup."

"Okay, my friend you get a bed tonight, but any entertainment you want is all on you!"

"Deal."

"Go check in, boss, I'll grab the bags, what you wanna do with'in 'im?"

"I'll carry him in with me and to the room. Ask at the desk which room I'm in 'cause I'll have your key."

I drag the boy from the seat and toss him over my shoulder again and climb the steps up to the front doors. Behind the front desk, a proper front desk no less, is a middle-aged woman who smiles as she sees me enter.

"Welcome, Sir, nice to see you."

"Uhm, nice to be here, I need a couple rooms for the night."

"Of course, sir. That will be four for the two rooms. I see you have your entertainment for the evening Sir, but if you need anymore we have a nice stable out back if you'd like to take a look."

I pay her the fee, no signing names on the register. People in the Scrubs like their privacy. Other than that this place has the look and quality of any three star guesthouse in the rural sections of the Coastal. Of course Coastal hotels don't have their own stables either.

"Oh this isn't entertainment, it' s just an investment."

"In that case, Sir we offer a secure holding area for your property if you'd like to take advantage, overnight is only one quarter and includes any food or water you allow."

"Really? Nice service. Tell me about it."

"We have a series of cages on the lower level, solid steel boxes with enough holes for air circulation and a sliding slot for pushing food and drink through. Other then that, Sir, it will be totally isolated. The room is sound proof and the light kept off."

"And how will I know if there's an emergency."

"All taken care of Sir we put one of our own slaves there to monitor; any noise of distress and he signals the desk here. He's bound and gagged so he can't talk to the stored items but he can push a button on a controller taped to his hand."

"Very well thought out, good service." I compliment.

"Thank you, Sir. We can take it down for you or if you prefer you can take it yourself, but either way you get possession of the only key for the duration of your stay."

"You hear that pup, this nice lady can get you all secured for the night. Wouldn't you like that?" I teasingly ask the slaveboy over my shoulder and I reach up with the arm he's slung over and slap his ass. I hear a little noise from behind my back as he yelps through the gag.

"Shall I have one of our slaves take it from you and bring the key to your room, Sir?"

"No, thank you I think it will stay with me, for now. I might take advantage of your offer later on however."

She hands me the room keys, "Very well, we are here to serve the needs of our guests. Would you like dinner sent to your room or will you dine in our dining room?"

"Dinner, you serve dinner?"

"Of course, Sir. Tonight's special is our own free-range chicken with roasted potatoes and green beans."

"Nice, send up two in about an hour."

"And breakfast, Sir?"

"Sure why not."

"Very good, Sir."

"My Sherpa will be in a moment with my luggage please direct him to my room."

"Of course, Sir.

The room is immaculate. Looks like any high-priced boutique room in the best sections of the Coastal.

"What a weird place the Scrubs is…" I muse. Once fully inside I toss the boy bodily on the bed, turning off his contacts as he flies letting him see instantly as he's in mid-toss. He lands with a thud and a grunt.

"Stay still, runt or you will end up in the basement for the night." I warn.

He nods his head vigorously that he understands.

I head into the bathroom and wash the trail dust off my face. The water is actually hot. There's a shower, damn I can get clean and clean up my little runt too.

Knocks at the door alert me that my Sherpa has arrived. I peer out the glass peephole just to confirm and open the door.

"Damn, bud you done good, this place is amazing."

"Should be, it's my sister's."

"Your sister? You fuck, you made me pay for a room in your own sister's place for you!"

"Keeping the loot in the family, bossman."

"Hahaha, I guess so! Anyway dinner is on me, should be here in less than an hour."

"What 'bout the kid, wanna feed it?"

"Na, don't wanna spoil him. He can wait till tomorrow for more chow."

"Gunna rise off the dirt of the road, boss. Call me for din." Sherpa said as he left the room with his key.

"Yeah." I call after him.

I go over to the bed and find my purchase has fallen asleep. I lay my hand on his chest as it rises and falls and feel the warmth of his skin and the rise and fall of his lungs. My, but he is rather filthy. I don't imagine he had much washing up at home and today just added another layer to his grime.

I take a nipple in my hand and gently and slowly squeeze it.

Tighter.

He moans and is head trashes to one side but he stays asleep.

Tighter.

He cries behind the ball stuffed in his mouth, I think he's pleading for it to stop, but he's still asleep.

Tighter and he wakes up with a start. And screams into his gag like waking from a nightmare. I let go and press him back down onto the bed with the palm of my hand.

"Stop," is all I say to him.

He sees it's me and he remembers the situation and gets quiet.

"Bad dream?" I ask.

He nods.

"It's time to get you cleaned up, I won't have a dirty slave. I'm gunna take the gag out now but leave your hands and feet tied."

And I do as I told him. And help him sit up, lift him up into my arms and take him into the shower. I sit him down and turn on the water.

As the water warms up I get undressed and get into the shower right in front of him. He looks scared.

He's drenched from head to toe now and I take a bar of soap and begin to rub his hair down getting it all lathered up.

"Close your eyes."

I soap up his face, behind his ears, back of his neck then stand him up and do his body front and back, his crotch, little cock and balls, the crack of his small ass, my goodness this kid is all skin and bones. Then down his legs and finally his feet and toes.

The water looks like mud as I wash him off. I sit him back down under the falling water.

"Sit there and be still."

Then I wash the dirt of the day off myself and get out of the shower and dry off.

"You just drip dry there slaveboy. I'll be back for you later."

I throw some on clean clothes from my bag and just then dinner arrives. I tell the slave delivering it to tell my Sherpa in the next room; and he joins me to sit and enjoy a very nicely cooked meal.

"Where's the kid at?" he asks between bites.

"In the tub, cleaned up rather nice."

"Mind if I take a gander?"

"Help yourself, but just a look."

He gets up and walks into the bath. Just as he enters I hear it.

"What the fuck ya doin'?" he cries out.

I quickly get up and go to see what the commotion is about.

"What's goin' on?"

"Little runt was playing with his cock."

"What!"

"Yeah, jus' slowly rubbin' it like, as I came in, had 'im eyes closed."

"Is this right, slave?" I demand to know

"Y… yes, master." He meeky answers. At least he's honest.

"Needs to be punished." I say.

I drag the boy out of the tub by his armpits and put him over my knees as I sit on the toilet. My hand finds its target, his ass, finds it hard.

I slap him hard at least fifteen times. I lost count. But after the second one the boy was crying hysterically and his bound legs where flailing up and down madly. I ignored his begging me to stop and his promises to be good and just stopped when I thought he'd had enough.

I push him to the floor and he continues to cry as he curls up into a fetal position.

"Tell your sister that I'll take advantage of her property storage room for the night."

"No, please master please don't, no please." He starts to mutter over and over in between the sobs racking his body.

Sherpa leaves the room.

He returns with a teenage slaveboy.

"Sir I was sent to assist you with the storage of your property for the night, Sir," he bows. "Would you like me to take it for you or would Sir prefer to take it himself?"

"Take him." I order.

"Yes, sir. Any special instructions, sir."

"Do not untie him, no food, no water."

"Yes, sir," he picks the crying boy up off the floor and cradles him in his arms. "I'll be right back with your key to the locker, Sir."

As the two slaves leave the room my little slave cries out, "Please daddy don't lock me up again, I'll be a good boy daddy, please!" I can hear genuine fear from his voice as he hysterically pleads for mercy. I'm obviously not his father.

"Wait." I say.

"Sir?" the slave asks.

"Leave the lights on in the storage room and you personally stay next to the locker all night."

"Yes sir."

"Go." I order and the pair of slaves leaves the room and head down the stairs.

My Sherpa and I go back to eating our dinner.

A few moments later another slaveboy knocks on the door.

"Come."

A younger blond boy enters, comes over to me kneels and holds out the key to the storage locker. I take it from him and he gets up to leave.

"Slave."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell your mistress that you're staying with me tonight and be quick about it."

My Sherpa stops eating for just a moment and looks me right in the eye, and gives me a wink.

When the slave darts out of the room he breaks his silence, "Good'on ya boss, that un's got a good mouth on 'im, knows how to use it good too."

"Good." And I go back to eating.

The blonde slave comes back in, in under two minutes and takes his place kneeling next to me.

"Slaves don't wear clothing around me, get naked now!" I order.

He strips off the simple loincloth he is wearing, the same as other slaves wear.

He's on his knees his head is bowed and his hands return to being clasped behind his back.

We finish our dinner, damn fine it was too. My Sherpa bids me good night and heads downstairs, I imagine to visit with his sister and probably have a drink.

"Slave crawl over here." I order him when I get back to my bed.

He lowers himself onto all fours and crawls across the room to me.

I open my pants and take out my cock.

"You know where your mouth should be, slave."

He just flashes a quick smile and devours my cock right to the hilt. My head slams into his throat. His tongue clamps down on the underside of my shaft and he sets to work sucking like there's no tomorrow.

'I fucking love this hotel.' I think as I lay down on the bed, the slave following me the whole way never missing a beat with his mouth.

Chapter 6

After the blonde slaveboy had sucked my balls of their first load for the night I decided it was time to hold him fast, tie him up and torture him for a while, then try out his ass for load number two.

I drag him by his wrist into the bathroom and force him to his knees. I roughly push his head down so he's looking at the floor. I have him in the middle of the floor so I can have easy access all around him. I had my Sherpa bring in my bag of goodies as I had planned on using them on Nathan tonight. But the ropes and implements will work on his rented boy just as easily.

I pull his left wrist to his left ankle and quickly wrap rope around them securing them together, tight. Then repeat with his right side and I snap a thick leather collar around his neck giving him just enough slack to breathe. He takes it all in stride, this boy with his cute face, bright blue eyes, and silky blonde hair must be very popular and I'm sure he has had lots of experience.

I pick the kid up under his arms and put him in the tub. There's a clueless look on his face and I can see he has no idea about what's to come for him. Then place my cock back in his mouth and he begins to suck away trying to make me cum once again.

"Stop and just hold it there." I order.

I pull my cock back so the head is just about half way into him and lying directly on the center of his tongue.

"Take every single drop and swallow it all." I order.

His eyes get real big, now he knows what's about to happen.

The first dribbles start, I try to control it a bit, the boy sucks tight and swallows; then I let more flow becoming a steady stream of piss. The kid's throat is swallowing as fast as I am putting it his mouth.

He retches, but doesn't let go and doesn't spill a drop, yet.

Then I really let lose and just let my body do what it does.

The slave is my toilet, my biological waste receptacle. He's doing a decent job. Tears are flowing from his eyes as he continues to gag and retch from my bitter urine.

Then I finish, the last drops fall out of my cock and onto his tongue.

"Lick it good and clean, slaveboy."

His tongue goes to work washing my cock. He licks all around the head and the shaft in his mouth and then probes my piss slit. Once I am satisfied I pull it out and pet him on his blonde hair. "Good little slut, have you ever drank a man's piss before?"

He coughs, "No, Sir never."

"Do you have to piss, slave."

He nods, "Yes, Sir"

"Well then," I pick up his little cock and point it at his belly, "Start pissing, pig."

He starts slowly, then as the feeling overcomes him he lets go, a fountain of hot yellow piss flows out of his boy cock and all over his stomach.

I aim it all over him, up to his chest covering both nipples and across his folded legs. The boy reeks of urine. He peters out and I let go of his cock.

"You stay here to stew in your own juices for a while." And I take a towel and wind it up and then around his head covering up his eyes and knot it in the back.

"You move a muscle when I return you'll regret it."

"Yes, master I won't move, sir."

I go out of the room turning off the light and closing the door. I think about ten, fifteen minutes to marinade will work out just fine. Teach the slave his rightful place.

I pour the contents of my equipment bag out on to the bed and take a look. Ropes, two lengths of chain, four sets of handcuffs, sets of leather ankle and wrist restraints, nipple clamps, a couple kinds of gags, and a few blindfolds. A black leather case with long thin needles on one side and sounds of several sizes on the other. There is also a large dildo and various sizes butt plugs, and two paddles, one solid wood with holes drilled and another one of leather, a whip and some miscellaneous little torture devices and toys.

I packed all this in case I got to test drive my new slaveboy pick at the slave farm and of course I need several ways to securely transport the slave back to my home in the Coastal.

I think the slave has stewed long enough so I go back to the shower I quickly remove the towel from his head and turn on the shower full-blast cold. He's a little off center of the stream so I push him under it. I would expect most boys to scream at the cold water hitting their skin, but not his well trained slave. He just draws in quick breath between his teeth making a small hissing sound. I let him freeze for about three minutes. This bores me but I won't have a piss covered boy in my bed.

I drag him out of the tub by his collar, of course he strangles a little but no real harm is done. I pick him up bodily and carry him to the bed and toss him among the restraints and torture devices.

"Ready for some real fun, kid?"

"Sir I am yours to do with as you please. My body is here for you enjoyment."

"You're well trained, how long have you been slavemeat?"

"Several years Sir, I don't know for sure."

I begin to untie his wrists and ankles and lay him on his back in the center of the bed.

"How did you become a slave?"

"I was taken from my family during a Nomac raid of our village. And sold to mistress here at the hotel."

I pull his arm to the corner of the bed post and tie it securely in place.

"And you've been here ever since?"

"Yes Sir I have."

I pull his ankle to the foot post and tie it off tight.

"Do you like being a slave?"

"I have no choice sir, I am a slave."

I pull his other ankle to the other post and pull it tight, his tied arms stretches taught.

Then up to his free arm and pull it tight. He's as tight as a bow string now and the tightness of his spread eagle bondage has exposed his ribs under his skin. He's clearly uncomfortable. Good. Now my fun can begin.

"I wanna hear you scream, boy." I give him an evil smile and pick up one of the long thin needles from the bed.

I take the needle and touch the tip to the edge of his areola and start to slowly push it into his skin. The kid goes even more rigid and shuts his eyes tight as the pain hits him.

I keep the pressure constant.

"Come on kid scream for me."

The needle is about half way under his full nipple and I can see it moving under his skin and it reaches to the other edge of his areola.

The tip is just under his nip bud now and then he can fight it no more.

"ARRRRRRGGGHHHH! STOP PLEASE! IT HURTS! AHHHHHHH!" he screams bloody murder in his little-boy high-pitched voice. Music to my sadist's ears.

"PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! AARRRRGGGHHH!"

Just then it pops out of the other side. The point again exposed to the fresh air after making its trip through the kid's nipple meat.

I place my hand on his chest. His breathing is hard and fast as he tries to overcome the pain, his heart is beating a mile a minute.

"Relax, kiddo. That was wonderful."

He calms down after about five minutes and I pull his head by his chin to look me in the eye.

"You okay now, slave."

"Yes, sir." He pants out.

"Good news, slaveboy. You've got another nipple and I've got another needle. Here we go."

This time he starts begging and screaming for me to not do it again before I even touch his skin with the sharpened point.

I decide this one will be inserted differently so he doesn't know what to expect. I pinch the skin just in front of the tip and jab it in quick and hard and push it through his skin as fast as the point will borrow beneath his flesh.

Again he screams like a banshee and is in such shock and pain he can't form coherent words and just screams and screams. I get this one through his skin and out the otherside in record time. He can feel the pressure from the moving needle has stopped and his screams fade away to moans and sobbing. He's crying, tears are coming from his eyes, his nose is running and he's literally blubbering like a baby boy.

I pick up a thin piece of twine from my selections of ropes. I tie one end to his right nip, around the needle and pull it tight across his chest and tie it tight to his left nipple under that needle. I jerk it tight putting constant tension on his pierced and suffering nips.

"Deep breaths slave, keep breathing." I warn him. I have no desire to have him pass out from the pain. What fun would that be?

I go down to his feet and begin rubbing his soles. He moans as I gently massage his arches and the balls of his barefeet. I take each little soft toe in turn and gently twist it back and forth, kneading it up and down with two fingers. He actually coos a little at the gentle touches. As I work on his right foot I reach over with my free hand and pick up a clothespin.

I have his second toe in my finger and I work it over. I let it go and snap the clothespin on it as quick as I can. The shock from a good gentle feeling to the increasing pain caused by the pressure is too much for him and he screams again. This time his voice breaks mid-bellow. I think he's starting to go horse. And he's got nine more toes to clip.

I take my time with each one, gently massaging it then clipping a pin on to it. I let the pain of each toe sink in and increase before I move onto the next toe. I also don't do them in order, jumping back and forth from foot to foot and picking toes at random.

Between his speared nipples and clamped toes his brain is getting nothing but pain signals overloading it. He's crying, his chest is racked with heaving sobs, which causes more pain to shoot across his chest as the nipples pull against each other. And he's uncontrollably begging for the pain to please stop.

I go to his midsection and rub his smooth belly. I tickle his belly button as I continue to pet his piss filled tummy. I reach up and wipe the tears from his eyes and cheeks.

"Shhh, little one. You're fine. You're doing so well."

He quiets a bit at my tenderness on his tummy but is still obviously in a lot of pain.

I go a little lower with my hand and grab his cock and start to stroke it. Like most boys his age he gets hard instantly. The pain and the pleasure is too much for him handle and he's rock hard and throbbing.

I clamp my hand tightly over his mouth and nose, blocking all air from entering his lungs. I devour his cock into my mouth. I suck it hard and deep. The second time I take him in fully – I bite down on it at its base and chew, just a bit. He screams violently into my hand. I shake his cock now held between my teeth. He tries to break his head free of my hand and get some much needed air.

Then I let go with my mouth and raise my head up and licking and sucking the tip. Then suck his little slave cock back into my mouth. This time I do not bite down but race around his hard shaft with my tongue. Now he moans in pleasure and in pain. His brain is a confusion of the two. He wants it to stop but can't deny himself the pleasure he is experiencing. I quickly move my hand and he sucks in a deep breath and I clamp shut again smothering him as I suck.

I give him a proper blowjob. The slave kid twitches as he fights to take in air around my hand. But my seal around his mouth and nose is complete. I won't let him breath until after he cums. I can only imagine his eyes are filled with panic.

Quickly, like all preteen boys he shoots. I take his preteen seed into my mouth and hold it there. I release the hold I have over his mouth and clamp my lips to his. Without thinking he opens his mouth to accept my tongue and I push his own cum into his mouth as we tongue wrestle.

I leave him tied up as he is and take the whip in my hand and begin to work on his stomach, cock and thighs, over and over with it. Just hard enough to sting and leave nice stripes across his smooth skin.

A sheen of sweat covers his whole body as I whip him for the next twenty or so minutes. Kid must be used to this treatment he's too quiet. I drop the whip on the bed and pick up my crop and begin to slap the soles of his feet with it over and over. This gets his attention once again and he begins to scream and beg for mercy again.

"Two more, slave, one on each foot." And I totally let lose on the balls of his feet with all the force I can muster. The second hit is too much for him and his passes out from the intense pain shooting up into his body from the ball of his left foot.

A quick whiff of smelling salts and he's awake again. Then I take the clothes pins off his toes, one by one, sending new waves of pain through his body. I give him a few minutes to recover and refocus from that indignity. Then I untie the twine connecting his nips.

"Time to take out the needles, this is gunna hurt slave."

Tears are already forming in his eyes as he recalls the pain from the beginning of our session.

I take hold of the right needle and yank it out fast and quick.

He pulls on all four ropes with all his might and I swear lifts his whole body from the bed.

He collapses back in the heap and I take the second needle. I liked his reaction so much I yank the other out just as fast. Same scream and tensing and thrashing about within his bondage followed by the collapse.

"All done kiddo. Now just lay still." And I begin to untie him from his spread eagle. And clean off the bed of the other bondage implements.

I pull his wrists to his ankles, this time in front of him, and secure them together with the leather restraints. I lay him on his side on the far side of the bed and crawl in next to him. I turn him so his back faces away from me and slowly and gently insert my lubed cock into his ass.

He moans and coos as I enter his tight hot hole. "You like it?"

"Oh yes Sir, please fuck me!" he begs.

"You got it," And I push in balls deep and slowly withdraw.

For the next thirty or so minutes I slowly and lovingly fuck my torture slave. He's well trained in anal service and uses his ass to massage my cock deep inside him.

I cum and coat his insides with my seed. I pull him close to me, his warm back against my chest. I leave my cock to deflate in him as we both drift off to sleep.

Chapter 7

I could tell by the gray light seeping in around the curtains that dawn is breaking outside this little hotel in the middle of nowhere. I am still holding and spooning the blond slave I had so unmercifully tortured last night. He is still sound asleep.

I reach down to find one of the paddles I had tossed on the floor last night, my searching fingers find it and I lift it onto the bed with me and the slave. I take in the smell of his hair and the softness of his skin on my hand and against my body. The slave's long blonde, straight and silky hair has fallen down across his face. I just lay there and watch him for a few minutes.

Time to wake him up. I move back from the sleeping slave, take the paddle in my hand and aim it directly at his totally exposed ass. Take a nice back swing and let loose.

Swing and a SMACK!

The kid's legs try to fly straight out – but being bound to his wrists he only manages to violently jerk his arms. The combination of the smack to his ass cheeks and the pain he's just caused himself, of course, make him issue a loud scream.

"Morning, slave." I am up on my elbow looking down on him.

He turns his head, hair still covering most of his face. "Mo… Morning, Sir."

Damn they train their slaves well here. "Time for my morning cum and you're the dumpster."

I roll the kid over onto his back. The soles of his feet are flat on the bed with his legs bent and his arms straight down at his sides

"Spread those legs wide open," I order.

I then position myself at his head so I am facing his legs and insert my morning wood into his waiting mouth.

Instantly his tongue goes to work licking and massaging my cock to even greater hardness. I begin to work my hips up and down and my cock goes in and out of his warm, wet slave mouth.

After a few minutes of this gentle playing around I rip into his mouth and really begin to face fuck the slave bound under me. He tongue is working its magic on my rapidly moving cock.

It doesn't take long. The sight of this boy under me; the wide open access to his cock and balls that bounce around as he and I bounce up and down on the bed in time with my fucking his face. And the memory of his torture at my hands last night push me over the edge.

Just as I am ready to shoot I pull out and give the kid a massive facial with my cum. In his eyes, over his cheeks and across his soft, pink lips. It takes a moment but I finally come down from my cum high.

I take my middle finger and scoop up my jiz and start feeding the boy. One finger at a time loaded with my spunk goes into his mouth, which he dutifully licks clean each time. I have no idea how long it took but I finally feed him the last of my cum.

He looks up at me and smiles, "Thank you, Sir." And licks his lips.

I playfully slap his exposed cock and balls, "You're welcome, slave."

Without another word I get off the bed and go take a shower.

When I reenter the room the kid hasn't moved a twitch. I did say he could so he hasn't.

I push the kid over onto his side once more and take his left ankle in my hand and examine the bottom of his foot. There it is. A round shaped black and blue bruise from my crop last night.

I press a finger into the middle of the mark, "Does this hurt?"

"YeeEEEss, Sir!" he cries out getting louder as I increase the pressure.

I drop that foot and pull the other out from underneath him and take a look, not quite as prominent but it also has a bruise on it.

"Gunna hurt to walk around for a while, slut. Hope your mistress has a soft spot for injured slaves." I laugh. I actually don't care; in fact I'd love to think of him having to walk around on nothing but gravel for the next week.

I'd love to keep playing with the kid, but I'm on a schedule so I need to pack up and get out the door. I leave the kid lying on his side as I clean up the equipment and my clothes.

As I drop the bags off in the lobby with Sherpa I ask the owner for a length of rope, very long I tell her. She informs me that it will be sent up to my room right away.

I sit down on the bed and pet the slave as I wait. He's still bound wrists to ankles with my leather restraints. Something I do not wish to leave behind but I want to leave this slave tied up in the room after I leave. Presently a little slaveboy, no older and five, knocks on the door and enters with the rope. I send him on his way with a light swat to his ass and the naked little tike quickly pads away after seeing his fellow slave's red ass and him lying bound on the bed.

I cut the ropes into four lengths two long, and two short with my pocket knife.

I undo the leather cuffs and order the slave onto his front laying face down. I tightly tie his ankles together and a quick couple of loops tied around his big toes for good measure. I roughly pull his hands behind his back and cross them at the wrists and tie them off with an extra yank. He grunts.

Then I take the one shorter rope and loop it around and through his bound ankles and wrists and pull with all my might until his palms are literally touching his bare heels. The kid looks like a taught bow. I take the last piece of rope and insert it between his lips and teeth and pull it as hard as I dare. I knot it behind his head and take the ends and return them back around the front of his mouth and tie a knot directly I over his oral cavoty and as I set the knot in place I make sure it seats itself deep inside.

"There you go cutie-pie, all wrapped up like a neat little package." I joke and ruffle his hair. Damn but he is cute. I'd think about making an offer to buy him but he's too broken and I want the fun of breaking a slave to my will, my way. I don't want another's training messing things up.

I pick up the leather cuffs and head out of the room locking the door as I go. I turn in my key; pay the bill for the slave rental and the storage of the little one; and wait on the over-stuffed couch in the lobby for the return of my slave property from the storage facility in the basement.

The same slave I assigned to watch his locker last night carries him up the stairs and out in the lobby. My slave's hair is a mess, he's been crying, a lot, obviously and still shaking in the teen slave's arms. He sees me and immediately starts apologizing. "I am so sorry, I'll never do it again, I'll be a good boy, I promise, please believe me, I'll be good." He's babbling

The slave stands before me with my pleading slave. I place my hand over his little mouth look him directly in the eyes and tell him, "It's over little one, it's done. You've been punished. Now let's get in the truck and get going."

"Take him out and put him in the passenger seat," I tell the older slave.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay with us and all our special amenities," the owner says as she shakes my hand.

"Very much so, you've got a mighty fine establishment here. As for the entertainment, its still in my room, secured. I suggest you leave him there for a while.'

"Oh really, well that room isn't reserved for the night so there's no rush to get it clean." She smiles wickedly.

"It's up to you how you handle your slaves, but he's got very sore feet from my attentions last night. Not that he deserves any punishment, he was very well behaved and pleasing. But if you want him to remember the night you might make him doing lots of chores on his feet. Maybe outside on rough ground."

"I see, sir. Well – the parking area does need to be cleaned, weeded and re-groomed with the rake. It's about a two day project for one slaveboy to perform."

"Very good."

The teenage slave returns and takes his place kneeling next to the front desk.

"Its time for me to go, goodbye."

Out in the truck Sherpa already has the motor running the slave is sitting quietly. I hop in pressing the slave beside me rather than on my lap.

"Everything kosher, dude?" I ask Sherpa.

"Tippy-top," he replies.

"Let's do it," And we pull out heading toward the slave farm. "How long do you think?"

"Shouldn't be more then five, six-ish hours."

"Cool, late afternoon. Nice."

"Any thoughts on the desty-nee of this lil' thing?" he nods toward the slave.

"I don't know really. Once I have purchased my new slave we might not have room for him in the truck here. Maybe just stake him out on the side of the road all tied up and hope someone finds him before he roasts under the desert sun," I wink to Sherpa.

The little slave instantly breaks down into tears. I'm such an evil tease.

Chapter 8

It's an uneventful morning drive and the miles pass by in relative silence. The motor just drones out its one long single note. We can't even get any radio broadcasts out here.

The dust from the road has died down a little so I open the window and let in some fresh air. The little slave lifts his head and sniffs at the cooler breeze blowing around the truck. I pull him up onto my lap with his head leaning toward the window and his barefeet toward the driver. His knees are bent and I pull them to rest against my chest.

"Lets have a good look at you."

His ankles have been bound since that first night when he came into my room and his hands have been bound in one way or the other for just as long. I finger probe his ankles around and under the ropes. He has deep rope marks and a little redness but nothing serious.

I pinch his little toe and he jumps. I then tickle the inside arch of his other foot and he pulls it back instinctively and lets a little giggle escape his lips. Just checking to make sure he still has feeling in his feet and the ropes aren't dangerously tight.

I then look at his wrists for damage. I feel his hands and fingers; all warm and pink. No loss of circulation in these limbs either.

I stroke the side of his face with the back of my hand. He closes his eyes and leans into the tender touching. His skin is so soft and so warm. The puffiness around his eyes from crying has disappeared and I can see just how cute the little bugger is. Too bad he's not a natural blonde and his eyes are brown. But both things can easily be changed.

The contacts he has in right now are ones I developed for people back in the Coast who wanted to change eye colors, and then I modified several sets so they go totally black rendering the wearer blind. Don't get me wrong I like a slaveboy with a blindfold on too, but this way I can take him out in public and people will just think his naturally blind and he can't learn anything about his surroundings and try to escape.

"Open your mouth, kiddo."

He does, a little bit.

"Wider."

I take a good look, for an abused kid he's got decent teeth, a little on the yellow side, also easily fixable, but straight and none missing. I stick my finger in and feel around. His tongue is warm and wet, but totally smooth as are his cheeks. I feel no sores or anything out of the ordinary.

I put my finger right on his tongue. "Suck it, slave."

He closes his mouth and begins to suck my tongue like a baby suckling a bottle.

I start to pull my finger out, I rub the wet tip across his lips and push back in. He closes his eyes again and loses himself in the moment. He has sucked cock before, but not many. He's too inexperienced but seems willing to please and is doing his best. A good cocksucker is a mix of natural ability and learning by doing. I think he just needs more learning.

After a few minutes I pull out and run my wet finger down his chin and down his chest to his cock, which I grab.

"Now I'm gunna ask you a few questions and if I even think you're lying to me this gets hurt," I wiggle his cock in my fist, "understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Can you read and write?"

"Only a little bit."

I squeeze but not too hard. "Only a little bit, master. Don't for get who you're talking to, slaveboy."

"Sorry, master."

"Did your former father touch you in the ways other men who used you did?"

"No, master."

"Did he touch your sister like that?"

"Yes, master."

"But he would lock you away?"

"Yes, master."

"If I hadn't rented you that night would you have been locked up?"

"Yeah I would've, master."

"Tell me about it."

He swallows hard and then begins as I gently increased the pressure on his cock.

"Sometimes when there was no one stayin' at the house he had no uses for me. He'd put down in the basement and in this little room and lock the door. It was all dirty an' smelly inside an' had a bunch o' bugs in there. There was no window and I had to pee and go poo in a old bucket.

"He'd leave me in there like that for like forever. I got no food most'a the time neither. And when he did let me out I was all dirty and smelled real bad, he'd take me out in barn and hose me off with real cold water."

A couple tears ran down his cheeks and I made him drag up painful memories.

But it proved the point I was right when I thought the kid was starved for attention. I had my hand flat on his chest right between his nipples and gently rubbed around in small circles.

"But that's all over now, slave. Now you're mine. Understand, your old life is over now."

"Yes, master."

"Aren't you glad that I bought you and took you away from the mean man?"

"Uhm, yes master." I could see he was unsure on how to answer me on that one. I'm not really sure if he believed that one himself quite yet.

"Good boy," I patted his chest.

After a few more moments of silence he turned his head toward me and dared to ask a question.

"Master, uhm, ah… you won't really leave me tied up in the desert to die would you, please don't master I'll do what you want, I'll be good, I promise I will, master."

"We'll see, boy. It's not your place to think about the future anymore. You just concentrate on what's happening to you right now and what I tell you to do. You just keep being a good slave for me and I'll decided what happens."

"Yy… yes, ma… master."

I tweaked his little nipple getting him to refocus.

"Do you have anything I should know about? Sicknesses, can't eat anything special, stuff like that?"

"No, master."

"Hungry?"

"Not really, master, but I am kinda thirsty." He eyes the open water bottle by his feet.

I laugh and grab the water bottle from the center console and tip some warm water into his mouth, just a few simple mouthfuls.

"Thank you, master," he smiles for the first time on his own.

"You just relax now, slave. Put your head out the window, feel the wind blow your hair around."

"You're such a softy, boss, you're falling for the ankle biter me thinks." The Sherpa said.

"Just drive."

"Sorreee for pointin' out the truth," he fakes his indignation at my brushing him off.

"Alright, slave one more thing I wanna see. I wanna see you cum for me. Grab your cock, get it hard and make it shoot your white stuff." I order.

He grabs his little cock with his bound hands. His little fingers interweave themselves together and he begins to move up and down the little member. It goes instantly hard.

He's got no hair at all on his cock and balls, none on his legs and only a light covering on his arms. Of course his chest and pits are totally smooth. The kid is like most his age, he just wants the feeling of climax, he rapidly flies up and down his cock with one goal in mind. Cumming.

He tilts his head back, his lips part a little and he sticks his tongue out like kids do mindlessly when they are concentrating on something.

He closes his eyes and moans.

"Are you almost ready to shoot?" I ask.

"Yesssss, master."

"Do it, do it now slave, cum for your master, do it, come on baby make that cock squirt. Now!" I egg him on.

"Ahhhhrg!" he cries out as he does just that. A couple little thick pearl-white gobs of cum shoot out his piss slit. They land back on his hands. I'd expect a boy his true age to be able to shoot at least half way up his chest but this little thing is so undersized and underdeveloped he's lucky he can even cum at all.

"Let go of that cock now boy, that's my property." All the cum is indeed on his fingers. "Lick your hands clean, slut."

He crinkles up his nose at the thought but doesn't hesitate to do it. I guess he meant it when he promised me to be a good boy.

He sucks his last finger clean.

"Pull over a minute," I tell the Sherpa.

"Why for?"

"I just wanna give the little slave a present." I wink to him.

I push the kid back over to the inside side of the passenger seat and hop out and go back to my bag of goodies.

Back at the open passenger door I grab the slave and pull him toward me turning him to face me with his legs dangling out of the truck. I put a hand on each knee and spread his legs to the point of pain.

"Keep your legs there."

I reach into my pocket and pull out a little clear plastic pod. I pop it open into two halves. The back half has an opening with an adjustable iris-like closure. I slip his cock and balls through the opening and slide the iris closed around the base. Just when I think it's tight enough I go two more clicks.

The slaveboy whimpers.

"Are you feeling any pinching at all?"

"No master, but it's really tight."

"It's supposed to be tight you silly slaveboy."

Then I take the other half, a dome of solid plastic and line it up with the half secured to his cock and balls and it snaps shut. The plastic seam effectively disappears as the nanobot locks engage and seal him off. There are three little holes in the bottom to allow his piss to come out and the iris is self-adjusting to him as his balls shrink and swell with temperature. They will even engage and begin to quickly tighten if there is lateral pressure to them from inside signaling that someone is trying to pull the device off by force. I can even set it to cleanly slice his cock and balls off if there is unauthorized tampering, if I so desire. Nanobots attached to the dome will keep the inside clean and free from infection and perform the same function for his cock and balls. They will remove and sanitize any germs, sweat and urine that might cause him skin irritation.

"There we go, all locked up tight. No more rubbing your cock hard and no more cums for you," I ruffle his short brown hair.

He looks totally confused but also very curious about the device.

"Go ahead feel it, rub it, you can't get any access."

"But master what happens when I have to go pee?"

"There are holes on the bottom," I help his fingers find the openings, "just there feel 'em?"

"Yeah, master."

I pick him back up and get back in the truck with him on my lap as before. He tilts his head back out the window and closes his eyes just enjoying the wind through his hair. I put my left hand on his bound feet and just pet them and his toes. Every so often I reach around and tickle his soft little soles getting him to giggle.

Chapter 9

Eventually the little brown haired and bound up slaveboy in my lap fell asleep. I guess he didn't get much sleep last night in the storage locker. His head bounced back and forth and the truck bounded along the rough track. His brown hair is being blown around by the wind. I reach into my pocket and push the little controller box button and turn on the contacts. When he wakes up he will be totally blind once again.

"Here we be, bossman," Sherpa finally breaks his silence, "just over this ridge and you'll be able to see the farm."

"Nice."

Just as the truck crests the next ridge the farm comes into view on the valley floor below. Its is a vast, open field and in the center lie several, low-slung buildings surrounded by a fence. We're in the middle of the desert there is little vegetation and the ground is mostly the color brown.

"Wait, what the hell is that?" I ask pointing to two long straight lines. They appear to be two broken roads next to the building complex.

"Runways. Used to be an ol' air landing strip. Military type place from back in the day b'fore the fall."

"You're kidding me?"

"Nope, sir. About 'hundred years ago this was called Dreamland. Now they kept themselves the name and it's known as Dreamland Ranch. But they be ranching slave kids these days."

We get to the front gates, which is guarded by two military garb dressed adults with very noticeable rifles.

"Buying, selling or trading?" one of them asks Sherpa.

"Buying." He replies.

"Welcome to Dreamland Ranch, gentlemen. Pull up to the central building."

And we're waved through the security gate.

Gazing off to the right I see that those long abandoned runways are being put to use. About half way down one runway I can see a bunch of kids chained together in a line. They are being driven, herded might be more accurate by three adults on little motorized four wheelers. Exercising the stock I guess, or punishment.

The main building is nothing special, very utilitarian and plain. There is a single glass door as the main entrance.

"Better leave him here," Sherpa advises.

I leave him on the front seat, still asleep and pull the seatbelt across him. This wake him up and after the confusion of being blinded yet again passes I tell him to wait silently and not move. He nods his understanding.

Sherpa waits along side the truck and I go inside the main building alone.

Inside it doesn't change. The place is dingy and plain. The floor is old tile, the chairs are utilitarian and wooden and the heat is almost oppressive. The walls are cement block and brick with peeling paint. The place isn't filthy, but certainly not what I would call clean. It's just a level above rundown.

Along the walls are lots of children with their wrists crossed and bound above their heads and attached by those bound wrists to solid metal rings embedded into the hard walls. I guess this is the showroom. They do have the kids divided up by gender. Boys are on the left and the girls to the right.

A man sits at what I assume serves as the place's front desk. Needs a shave but otherwise clean and dressed very casually; in a short sleeve collared shirt and tan cotton pants.

I don't bother to count the boys but there are plenty, all ages, sizes, races and looks. All the children are standing up with their hands above them, all of them gagged with various gags, and all their ankles tied or chained or in shackles. Of course they are all totally naked.

There are teenagers and some pre-teens all along the walls. There are even several toddlers here, boys that can't be more then three or four years old bound and gagged in the same harsh manner as the oldest teenagers on display. Being young is no excuse for special treatment or mercy.

"Take a look around, I'll be here to help you when you make a decision," the man behind the desk calls out to me.

"Thanks," I reply.

I walk over to one of the toddlers, my shoes echo on the hard floor surface, he's a little round headed boy with brownish-red hair and blue eyes. He is very cute but not what I am looking for. I lift his head up with two fingers and I can see the fear in his eyes. I don't think I have ever seen a boy so young with a gag tight in his mouth.

"He's a newbie, just got delivered a few days ago. His sister of on the other side of the room if you're interesting in a pair," The man calls out.

"Nah, only want slaves with cocks on 'em. Got any younger ones?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I've got boys as young as six, eight months, we keep 'em in the nursery I can take you over there if you're interested."

"Nursery you say?" I call back still staring into the toddler's eyes.

"Yeah, we don't bring out here for display until they get to about eighteen months. They gotta be able to stand up."

"And how old is this item?"

"Him, he's about two and a half, maybe three, his sister is four."

"He adorable but I am looking for something a little older."

I let go of his head and his chin drops to his chest.

I walk down the line of bound boys along the wall. I grab several of the boys' little cocks as I walk by and give them a hard yank getting a yelp out of each one as I pass.

Then I find my first slave of interest. A blonde of about age ten. I see that couple boys over from him another one about age twelve or thirteen.

I stand in front of the younger blonde and yank his cock a few times. He gets hard very fast and moans behind his bright red ball gag. He has light blue eyes and around the gag, rosy lips. A few freckles sprinkled across his face and just under his eyes. A button nose and small ears complete his little round head. His has a very flat chest and a little inny belly button; slim hips and a small little prepubescent cock and balls. Slim but shapely legs and just past the rough ropes tying his ankles together are small and what I can only guess are soft feet and little toes.

Despite the dilapidated state of the surroundings I notice he as well as all the boys are all very clean, well groomed and smell fresh.

I pinch the boy's nipples and he screws his face up in pain and groans. "How long this one been here?"

"Him, let me see, about two weeks now."

"Any training?"

"Nope, we don't train any of the items, just teach 'em to do as they're told and stay quiet. Other than that most are blanks, some others have a little training by their old owners."

"I want a blank." I call back.

"That boy is a blank, came from Nomac's who got him from the north by the big lakes. They still grow 'em blonde and cute up those parts."

"What about this boy?" I ask as I walk front of the older blonde on the wall.

"Ah, he's a real newbie, only came in two days ago, different band of Nomacs. Don't know where he come from, but that tan he's sporting says someplace warm and sunny."

He does have a lovely all-over tan, all except an area where he must have worn a loincloth like covering. He has a cherubic face and being in the sun has given him even more freckles then the littler boy. He looks me right in the eyes, defiant, willfull. But his eyes are actually green. Just what I was hoping for, but I don't let my desires show, that would drive up the price.

He has a strong chest and well-toned arms, a flat stomach with just the faintest hint of a six pack and that sexy V shape around his hips leading to his package. Well hung for a kid with no crotch hair.

"Do you shave the merchandise?"

"Nope"

So he's not yet sprouted and his pits are smooth too. I reach behind and feel his ass, soft yet firm and round. Warm mounds of boy flesh. I slip a finger between his crack and feel my way to his rosebud. I place my fingertip right at its entrance. He arches his body away from the wall in an effort to avoid my probing touch. He's up in his tiptoes, he's reached his limit and the very tip of my finger feels his boy cunt wink and let me in, just a bit. The kid's a virgin that's for sure.

"I wanna try these two out before I buy," I shout.

Both boys get a very scarred look in their eyes. The man gets up from his chair and comes over to me. "Head to room four and I'll unlock the items and bring 'em to you."

"Thanks."

Chapter 10

In room four there are more wall rings for securing slaves, an exam table, a chain from the ceiling with rings at its end in the center of the room; and large amounts of ropes, a couple whips and a few paddles. Everything you need to test-drive a slave.

The man enters with both boys, their hands secured behind them, the younger kid's feet are free but the older one's are shackled with a hobble chain.

Both gags remain in place and he's added a collar around each boy's neck.

"Rules are no ass fucking, not till you purchase. Fingers ok, fuck their faces if you have to get off. Other than that, remember you don't own either one yet so no permanent marks, cuts or damage. You break it you buy it. When you're done just shout for me, my name's Frank. Enjoy yourself!"

"Kneel!" I order the two slaves.

The younger boy immediately follows orders, the older one stands there. "I said kneel, slave," and I back hand him across the face.

"Do yourself a favor, you're going do it anyway, why not avoid the unnecessary pain."

The younger boy has his head bowed and is shaking a little bit.

The older slave thinks about it, I reach for the paddle.

He shuffles his feet in the chains and begins to lower himself. Defiant, but not an idiot this boy.

I let him get down on his knees next to the smaller boy. I go behind them both. They both have incredible asses. I swing the paddle and slam it into the defiant ass.

He screams out around the bit gag between his teeth.

I lean over into his ear and whisper, "Next time don't make me repeat myself."

He nods vigorously.

I give him nine more swats to the ass. Nice and red and hot by the time I lay the paddle down again.

"I am going too remove the gags and I don't want to hear a single word out of either of you."

They both nod.

I put my hand on the top of the younger boy's head and say, "You're number one."

I move my hand to the older boy and say, "You're number two."

"Number one spread your knees apart as far as you can."

He awkwardly bounces back and forth.

"Number two lay down on your back with your head between number one's legs."

I raise the paddle as a warning but he quickly gets into position as best he can – that is with his hands bound behind him and his feet hobbled.

"Number one lower your balls into number two's mouth. Number two open up and suck those balls in."

I tap number one's balls with the paddle lightly just as warning. He opens and the little skin sack slides neatly in place.

Number one goes hard and his little cock is pointing straight out and over the chin of the older boy.

I have already decided to buy the older slave, but I don't want Frank to know that.

I figure I might as well get some enjoyment out of having the boys put on a little sex show for me.

I grab the collar of number one and begin to bend him over so he will lying on top of the older boy.

"Number two, do not let go of number one's balls."

I get the little slave into position and hold him by the neck. He's so light he's not choking.

"Number one suck up number two's cock into your mouth and suck him off."

The little guy does just that, he might not have any training but he can follow directions. Either he's smart or he's a natural submissive, or both.

I push down on the top slave's butt with my foot, jamming his balls farther into the other slave's mouth and limiting his breathing. I make the little guy grind his hips rubbing his nail hard cock against the other slave's face.

"Better cum fast number two, I won't move him out of the way of your nose until you do."

Number two begins to raise and lower his hips off the floor pumping into the little mouth sucking away at his cock.

As number one grinds forward number two takes the chance to breathe and I hear him sucking air through his nose quickly each time it's free of number one's flesh.

After a few minutes number one shakes violently. Obviously a dry cum had racked his body. He goes right back to sucking the cock before him. A few moments later number two cries out and arches his back shooting his little bit of cum into the younger boy's mouth.

I react quickly, "Number one spit that cum back out all over that cock!" I order.

Number two's cock is covered in little boy spit and his own cum.

"All right boys back up on your knees, and take a hold of both their collars, one slave on each hand and pull them up."

I place one in front of me and one behind, my cock pointing toward the older slave and my ass to the younger.

"Number two, you are going to suck my cock and if I feel any teeth…" I slap the paddle against my open palm. He just nods with fear in his eyes.

"Number one, bury your face in my ass and begin licking my hole."

I can almost hear the boy gulp with fear and trepidation.

Oh yeah the warm wet mouth of a young boy, nothing like it. So small so tight, you can feel his tongue and his cheeks all at the same time. My cockhead is tickled by the roof of his mouth and my glands hit his throat's entrance repeatedly.

The little guy is totally inexperienced but giving it a good try. He's doing his best to find and lick my ass, all his fumbling feels nice though and his soft hair feels great against my ass cheeks. The warm air coming from his mouth and nose as he breathes is wonderful brushing across my anus.

I grab the slave in front by his long blonde hair and begin pulling him toward me then back away and toward me, back and forth over and over.

"Tighten your lips around my cock, slave."

He's got the idea now.

"Number two, when you feel my cum enter your mouth, do not swallow just hold it in your mouth."

I pump his face for all its worth and shoot cum into his mouth.

"Arrghawwww," I cry out and shoot my wad into is waiting mouth. "Hold it there, slut."

I move to the side and pull the two slaves together and put their lips against each other.

"Kiss slaves and number two, push my cum into number one's mouth."

The both get looks of disgust on their faces as they open their mouths to feel each other's tongues.

I let them go after they French kiss each other for about two minutes. Quite hot seeing to bound slaveboys kissing each other.

Each slave has a little dribble of my cum dripping from the corner of their hot little mouths.

I pick up number one and stand him on his feet. "Well I don't know if I should say sorry or congratulations slaveboy, but I'm not gunna purchase you," I inform him.

I put the gag back in and sit him up on the exam table and take one of the ropes and bind his ankles together and tie a length between the chain and his bound ankles. I engage the hoist and lift him off the table so he's swinging free by his ankles from the ceiling.

I then pick up the other slaveboy from his knees and put his gag back in, "You, slave, you I am going to buy."

I give him an evil smile and a wink and an open-handed slap on the ass.

"Let's go negotiate a price for your ass."

Chapter 11

"Frank, I'll take this slave here, what's the price?" I take the slave to the front desk dragging him along by his collar. I love the sound of his chains as he shuffles his barefeet on the hard tile floor.

Frank just takes a quick glance up and down the boy, sees his dry cum on his face and cock and balls and smiles.

"This one, he's going for forty."

"Forty!" I act surprised knowing full well that's not the real price. It's a starting point of bargaining. "Forty for this piece of inexperienced boy cunt."

"Ah, you say inexperienced – I say virgin." Frank counters.

"I'll give you twenty-seven for it." I shake the kid a little by his collar.

"There's no way I can take such a low amount for this. Maybe one of them toddler things you looked at first but not a slave in his prime." He looked at the boy again. I let him stew a moment remaining silent until he spoke up with a new amount, "Thirty-five."

"Hmm," I run my hand through the slave's long blonde hair as I think, "Thirty."

"Thirty-two and you can keep the gag, collar and ankle shackles it's wearing."

I look the boy over from head to toe once more giving Frank a moment to ponder if I am accepting his offer. "All-righty Frank, my man, deal."

I smile and stick out my hand; he grabs a hold of it and we shake. Even in the Scrubs that means done deal and honor between men.

I take a hand full of the slave's long hair around the back and turn his face to look directly at me. "Good news kid, you're all mine now."

"Frank follow me out to the truck and I'll get your payment."

I push the slave in front of me with my fingers holding tight around his collar from behind. Frank and I walk side by side.

"Fine piece of slave meat you bought yourself there," he compliments me on my purchase.

"Thanks, he's acceptable. Let me ask you this, Frank. Those toddlers you got and the younger ones. Where do you get 'em, you breeding here?"

He laughs, "Most of them come to us from their parents. See out here the only asset most gots is their kids. Women get preggers, pop out a kid and bring 'em right here to sell. Others come from Nomac raids. See Nomacs know business, they get the item but know it costs to feed and water 'em, they don't like to keep slaves longer then they have ta. But if we're real lucky one of the female cunts we buy is already pregnant. We just put her up for sale after she pops and then put the kid up about eighteen months later."

"Seems like a lot of work – running a slave nursery." I mention.

"It's just a business. Besides got some older nurse slaves, they do all the work."

"Well here ya go, Frank, your fee," I say as I hand it over to him. He quickly counts it; smiles and we shake hands again.

Frank then notices the little slave bound in the front seat. "Wanna sell that?" he nods toward the boy. "Give you a good price. I have that empty spot on the wall just waiting to be filled up."

"How much?"

"Nineteen." He offers.

"Hmm, not bad. Twenty-three," I counter.

"Twenty," he raises his offer.

"Best you can do?" I ask.

He nods.

"Thanks, but no – I think I'll keep it for a while yet."

"That's your right, nothing like two young slaves for some fun!"

"Got that right, and oh and I left the other test-drive in the room." I inform him.

"Yeah I saw that on the camera, nice touch inverting it like that."

"You were watching me? Yes, of course you were."

"It's business, nothing personal, my friend."

"Thanks, and with that we'll take off now."

"Safe journeys," he bids us farewell and heads back into the building.

"Nice looking slut ya got there, boss." Sherpa says.

"Yeah I think he'll do nicely."

"Where ya wanna put it?"

"I think on the back seat with the other one."

We clear off the space on the back seat, I lift the little slave out of the front and place him in the back.

Then take out my contact storage case from my toy bag and put in a set in the new slave's eyes. I take that set's controller and show it to the boy.

"When I push this button you'll go blind."

He violently starts shaking his head 'no' in protest.

I slap him across the face and grab him by the chin.

"You never say no to me, I fucking own you now. If I want to cut your cock off and feed it to you I can. If I want to break each and every one of your fingers I'll do it. If I want to fuck your ass with a sword you can't stop me."

The boy is in tears at the threats I have just made. Honestly I think that a terrible waste of a slaveboy and the money, but it was necessary to make him understand his has absolutely no control or say about what happens to him, ever.

"Now as I was saying when I push this button you'll go blind, but only for as long as I want, I push it again and you can see." I push the button.

The slaveboy squeals with fear and begins to breathe faster in his panic.

I ignore his crying and pick him up and place him in the seat right next to the other slaveboy. They can feel their skin touch as I force them to sit in a single seat and pull the seat belt across their waists and chests.

"I don't want to hear a sound out of either one of you, savvy?" I warn the two bound, gagged and blind slaves.

They both nod 'yes'.

Sherpa and I get into the truck and head back to the front gate.

About twenty feet out the guards slide the gate open and we drive right through, I breathe a little sigh of relief.

"Don't get too relaxed like 'till we be over that hill. But I think we got nothin' to worries about."

"We're not going the way we came?" I ask Sherpa.

"No, boss to dangerous ta retrace our route, gunna head the south route home."

It's late afternoon and the sun is setting behind the mountains, just as we round a hill we see the Nomac traders heading in our direction. It's the same ones we traded with earlier on our trip. All the little slave kids are dragging along behind them. One agonizing barefoot step after agonizing barefoot step with the horses pulling them along on their chains.

We pass them as Sherpa picks up speed to get away from the farm and the Nomacs. The leader of the Nomac's makes a gesture to us as we speed by; kinda like tipping his hat. But they let us pass unmolested.

"Now ya can have that sigh o' relief, boss. We're well away from 'em all now."

Chapter 12

Darkness totally surrounds our truck now, Sherpa has his night vision on. Nothing like speeding across the desert in the pitch black. I look back at the two slaves behind me and notice that the older on has his head on the younger one's shoulder, his eyes shut tight and sleeping. Guess they don't get much chance to rest tied up against those walls all day long. The younger boy is awake but totally bored as he hasn't seen anything most of the day, including the cute blonde using him as a pillow.

I reach my left-hand back and tickle his little foot. He instinctively pulls them up, I just push his knees back down and give a little yank on his cock pod and the iris automatically tightens getting a whimper of pain from the slave.

The other slave sleeps through it all.

After two more hours of high speed driving Sherpa slows down and stops.

"Camp for th' night."

"Camp?"

"Yep nothin' 'round 'ere for miles of miles and miles."

"Is that your way of saying we're on the middle of nowhere?"

"Bingo, boss."

"Well I could eat and it would be nice to get out stretch my legs. Plus there's something I have always wanted to try with a slaveboy and this will be the perfect place to do it."

"You get dinner started," I tell Sherpa, "where's the damn tool box?"

"'Neath da truck strapped up next to the spare." He answers.

I pull the toolbox out and find just what I need a hammer. Then I route around in the truck and find a set of tent stakes and two pieces of wood I can use as stakes. And I grab the rope from my bag and find a spot near the fire.

I walk out the distance and hammer the metal tent stakes and the wooden pegs into the ground. The six stakes are in a line parallel to each other about six feet [1.8 m] apart. I tie a length of rope from the corner stakes and toss them into the center. The two center stakes get two ropes each.

I go back to the truck and drag out the new slave waking him up in the process. And drag him over to the stakes and ropes. I untie his hands from behind his back and unlock his ankles. I lay him on his back in the dirt and sand and begin to tie him spread eagle to the stakes. I start with his right wrist; move to his right ankle pulling tight; his left ankle stretching his legs to their limits; then pull him as tight as a bow string as I tie off his left wrist. I leave the gag in.

I go back to the truck and pull out the little slave and carry him over to the stakes. I untie his wrists and pull his right wrist up to the ropes; move to his left wrist and open him up into a wide Y shape. I move down to his feet and untie his ankles; pull his right ankle down to the ropes there and do the same with his left. He hasn't been out of bondage since the first moment he sat in that chair the night I bought him.

I stood back and admired the sight before me. Two lovely young slaveboys spread eagle on the desert floor. The light from the fire bouncing off their skin highlighting the lightness of the smaller slave and glistening off the tan skin of the boy I had just purchased. Even though it was warm it will get cool, much cooler overnight and both boys would feel the kiss of the nighttime desert air all over their slim bodies.

Sherpa has dinner ready and we sit down to eat in our folding chairs.

"Ya know you've done used the tent stakes we needs to put up da bloody tent, boss."

"So we sleep under the stars. Those slaves stay there all night. I want the sun on their bodies in the morning."

"You're the boss, boss."

I hold up my paper cup of water in a mock toast to his statement.

After dinner I get out the radio and manage to get a single station to come in. It's not total crap music but it's not my favorite; at least it's noise and provides a little entertainment.

By my watch its about an hour after dinner and during that time Sherpa an I have been making small talk, drinking some beer I brought from the Coastal and some Scrubs made shine he brought and smoking a bit of pot.

I have to piss and piss like a racehorse.

I go over to the slaves and stand at the new one's head. I push both the controllers' buttons and let them see again. I want them to know what's coming.

I then begin pissing all over the new slave. Staring with his hair, across his face and some time over his gagged mouth. I'm sure some managed to find its way in judging by the amount of gagging that he did. Down his chest, his crotch, and down his legs to his toes.

But I was still pissing strong not wasting time on the body of the slaveboy and moved over to the smaller slave. I do him in reverse order from the toes up to his gagged mouth; got some into him as well and finally wetting down his hair.

Both boys are completely miserable, they should be thankful its warm out right now and the desert seems to be relatively bug free.

I rejoin Sherpa by the fire.

"Mind if I have a'go at 'em, I could shake the dew off the lily me'self."

"Be my guest, wet those slave's bodies down good." I encourage him.

Sherpa seems to have a liking to the smaller slave and expends most of his piss onto and into him with only a little bit saved for the new slave bound next to him on the desert floor.

I go over to the boys after about another hour and pour a little water over their eyes and into their mouths around the gags. I rinse out their hair for the night; the drying piss will remain on their little naked bodies and they will stay lying on the piss-wet ground.

I whisper into both their ears that if they have to piss they may at anytime, but of course it will wet the ground under them even more. I get an evil thought and get some medi-tape from the first-aid kit and tape the new slave's cock to his stomach pointing up at his belly button. Now if he has to piss he will of course wet himself again in the process.

Chapter 13

Dawn broke early, to damn early.

I ended up sleeping in the chair next to the fire; with a few modifications and propping my feet up it wasn't too bad. I'm sure I had a better night the either of my two slaves; spread eagle on the ground. I take my time waking up, the fire was down to a low flame but still burning.

"Mornin' boss." Sherpa calls out as he stokes the fire to get it hot enough to make coffee and cook up some breakfast.

"Morning, dude."

I sit upright and shake the final remnants of sleep from my head. Get up and stretch out the kinks. Damn I miss my bed, but looking over at the two boys staked out I think to myself it's all worth it.

I get up and walk over to the boys and squat down next to the smaller boy. I pet his hair, which is now a mess from the piss and water shower last night and dirty from the desert. He looks up at me.

"How you doing this morning, slave?" I ask as I remove the gag from his mouth.

"I'm cold master," he replies.

"Aw, poor thing. Well the sun is coming up that will warm you up."

I go over to the newest slave, brush the blonde strains of hair out of his eyes. I can see the anger behind his green irises. Breaking him is going to be so much fun.

"How are you this morning, slave?" as I remove his gag.

"Fucking freezing!" he spits.

I slap him across the face.

"Too fucking bad. Maybe you should pay attention to your friend here, it would make your life easier, dumbass."

I go back to the fire and Sherpa has eggs and bacon and some coffee ready for us to eat.

I whisper, "make three more eggs but leave 'em on a plate. I'll feed the slaves in a moment."

We sit and enjoy our breakfast, the sun comes up and the warm air returns with surprising quickness. Every so often I glance over to the boys and see they have both finally stopped shivering.

The ground under the little slave's cock and balls is a puddle of urine while the older boy's stomach is wet with his own piss. They must have had to go after I talked with them and couldn't hold it anymore. Probably the going of the one triggered the release from the other. Got to love little boys.

After I finish up my breakfast and down my coffee I take the three eggs over to the boys, but now they are quite cold. I kneel down next to the little slave.

"You hungry?"

"Yes, master," he smiles.

I slip one egg into his mouth whole and he chews slowly and swallows it down. I take the second egg and feed it to him slowly in small pieces. He takes each piece like a little baby and chews it and I can see in his eyes that he is really enjoying the taste even if they are cold eggs.

After I finished feeding the second egg to him I move over to the second slaveboy.

"Are you hungry, slave?"

"Y… yes, m..m… master." he answers. I can see it was a struggle to submit for him but he is learning.

I stuff the remaining egg into his mouth roughly. He coughs and struggles but he manages to chew it up and get it down his throat.

Sherpa has gotten the supplies tossed back into the truck and is ready to go.

I get the new boy up out of his bondage. He is filthy and I can only imagine that the other slave is just as filthy. Out here in the middle of nowhere there's no way to get them clean enough to ride inside the truck. Not to mention the smell from the piss.

I can't have them trail along behind the truck on chains; walking speed is way to slow for our journey.

I take the slave over to the truck and temporarily secure his hands to the bumper and I untie the other slave from the stakes. Feet first, the rebind them together and then his hands and right back together. And take him over to the bumper and secure his collar to it allowing him to sit down.

"How we gunna transport these two slaves without getting the truck covered in their filth and smell?" I ask Sherpa

"Shoulda though o' that before we pissed 'em up," he answers.

"Yeah will, live and learn," I laugh.

"Gots me an idea, we got a roof rack up dare we can just tie their lil asses up top 'till we get someplace to hose 'em off."

"Nice."

I get a couple bandanas from my luggage, flip on the contacts blinding the boys and tightly tie the bandanas around their heads. Protecting their eyes from the dust, dirt and rocks from the trail.

I untie the new slave from the bumper and with Sherpa's help we get him up there with his head toward the front of the vehicle. I lift his hands over his head and secure his writs to the front rack bar and then tie each ankle to the rear rack bar then for good measure a rope around his tummy and the support bars of the rack. He'll bounce around some but not enough to get hurt.

Then back down to the little slave sitting on the ground. "Ready little, slave?" he nods.

Up he goes and gets secured right next to the other slave just the same way.

I remember to get the stakes from the ground and hop into the truck and off we head, back toward to the Coastal and home.

About two hours later I ask Sherpa to stop for a moment, I climb out of the truck and check on the slaves.

They are covered in dry trail dust. I reach in; grab a bottle of water and poor half of it into each boy's mouth; keeping them hydrated under the desert sun.

They are going to look so nice with tan lines from the ropes around their wrists, ankles and stomachs. Plus it will fill in the crotch area of the bigger boy and put some color on the pale little slave too.

Safely back in my seat we take off speeding across the desert. The slaves I am sure are getting a new layer of dust added to their naked bodies by the mile.

"That older fuck seems ta have a attitude situation on him, don't he." Sherpa said.

"Yeah, he's gunna be fun to break." I replied.

"Sounds like'a lotta work to me. The lil guy seems have gotten right with the program."

"Yup, lil guy had some training I'm sure. Taught how to act around his betters. Little beast probably served quite a few at that little rundown shack he called home."

"You gunna keep both o' them?"

"For the time being."

"How ya plannin' on getting' two slaves 'cross inta th' coastal?"

"Shouldn't be an issue." I left it at that.

For the next couple of hours we made additional small talk and listened to the radio fade in and out.

Chapter 14

"See dem buildin's up ahead there, boss?"

"Yeah, our destination?"

"Yup, lil town we can stop at, get some lunch, get the flesh up top hosed off, rest a mo."

"Sounds like a plan." I could use a break from the bouncing around and I'd like to get the boys back in the truck, much easier to play with them that way."

We pull into the small town. The main street is lined with a few buildings surrounded by several houses. There's even a little diner, the slave brothel, what passes for a hotel, and a trading post. At what used to be the old gas station and garage there seems to be a commotion.

We pull into the diner's parking lot. Right next to where the men of this little village seem to be gathering on motorized four wheelers and horses.

"What's the doing, gents?" Sherpa asks the group of men.

"Dude, ain't seen you in an age. Where the fuck you been?" one of the men calls back. A well dressed tall man astride one of the horses.

"Working, bro, gotta put food on the table. So what's the doings here?"

"Oh we got ourselves a couple of runaways, two slaves got it into their heads that they could do better running across the desert then staying put in the brothel. Pair of brothers that we got about two weeks ago, guess they wasn't as quite broken as we thought them to be."

"An ol' fashioned slave posse? Ain't seen that since I was a nipper." Sherpa replied. I could see the idea of a slave hunt was exciting to him.

"Wanna join us, we wouldn't turn down the help."

"Can't do, on the job." He motioned his hand toward me.

"He can join us if you want, any friend of his…" the man spoke to me for he first time.

"Could be fun, what about my two pieces of cargo here?" I asked.

"Be more then happy to keep 'em stored and safe for you while you're out with us."

Sherpa nods to me that I can trust this man at his word.

Sherpa and I get the boys down off the roof. The little guy has indeed picked up some color from the sun even through his dusty exterior I notice a little redness. The older and newer slave also has some red color to his skin. A little less as his darker color protected him some as did the trail dust.

I take off the blindfolds and the cleaner skin underneath makes them look like reverse raccoons and I turn off the contacts. They are blinded by the flood of sunlight assaulting their eyeballs.

The man in charge must have signaled for assistance because just as the boys' eyesight returns to semi-normal two teenage slaves in loincloths and collars come over to Sherpa and me.

"Just hand your cargo over to those two boys and they'll take care of em for you. No worries either, they ain't got no balls so there'll be no hanky panky and since the cargo is under my protection no one in town will play with 'em neither." The town's boss, as he obviously is, says.

I put a leash and collar on the new slaveboy and hand the free end to one of the slaves. The smaller slave is still bound hand and foot as I don't want him out of bondage yet so I hand him to the other slave who cradles him in his arms.

"Wash both these slaves up, get 'em clean outside and in. Do not untie the little one for any reason and once the bigger one is clean bind him in the same way as the smaller one. If they make any noise gag them, tight."

The slave holding the leash bows at the waist a little and replies, "Yes, sir, as you command."

"Where and how will these things be stored?" I ask.

The town boss answers me, "They'll be taken to my home and locked inside a cage in my stables. Would you like them fed and watered?"

"Only if we are gone more then overnight, give 'em some water after they are clean and then again tonight but no food till tomorrow afternoon – if we're not back by then, and then only a little bit with some more water." I instruct.

"Alright, Toby you heard the man, take care of his property as it was my own." He commands the slave who spoke to me.

The slave bows again and replies, "Yes, sir master, sir."

The two teenage slaves take my two slaves and head toward the largest house on the street.

"Can you ride a horse?" I am asked.

"Nope."

"No problem we'll get you an ATV."

Sherpa gets a horse and I get on my ATV and off we head into the wilds to locate two escaped slaves.

I learned that the two boys escaped some time during the previous night and are completely naked and collared. They couldn't have really gotten too far. But they are Scrubs' boys so they know how to survive the desert. It's the men's opinion that we should be home with the escapees by nightfall.

We head north out of town, about a dozen or so men all searching for two little slaveboys on the run. I notice that one of the men has a little tracker in his hand. I guess the boys have chips in them. This won't take long. Just follow the direction finder and we should have our little runaways.

We're out in the desert for about forty-five minutes when we get to a little rocky canyon. Stupid slave kids got themselves trapped in a box canyon. Being Scrubs born and raised I would have thought they'd have known better.

The tracker points his arm dead ahead and the boss heads in that direction. The other men position themselves as a blockade in the canyon – in case the slaves try to bolt.

'They didn't get very far for being gone so long,' I think to myself. 'Maybe there is water in this canyon or they simply thought it was a good place to hide?'

"Alright, slaves come on out. If you surrender yourselves it might go easier on you. If I have to come down and get you myself you'll learn the real meaning of punishment." He calls out, his voice echoing off the canyon. He has such a commanding way and voice that if I was one of those boys I'd be pissing myself scared and running to give myself up. When he said punishment you know he meant it.

He gives them a few seconds to think it over. "Come on now lads, don't make me wait on you."

A few moments after that final warning two scared little boys emerge from behind a rock. The little one hiding behind the older one for protection. They are both shivering and crying their eyes out. I guess the older one is fourteen and the younger one is about eight. They are obviously brothers. They have the same dark hair, straight and shoulder length. They have the same slim features, the same slightly sloped nose and the same mouth shape. I'm sure the older boy looked just like his younger brother when he was that age.

"Please, master, forgive us. It was all my fault don't punish my brother for my actions, master. Please, I made him come with me." The older boy bravely takes the blame and offers himself up to protect his little brother.

"Well boys will be boys," the boss replies as he gets down from his horse and pats the older boy on the head.

For a moment the two boys seem to relax just a bit and the older boy smiles a little.

"But, you're not boys, you're slaves and runaway slaves need to be punished." He cries out.

Fear instantly returns to both boys, the little boy is crying hard now.

"Men secure these ungrateful pieces of slave shit and let's get back to town." He orders his men.

Two men get up off their ATVs. One grabs hold of the older boy while the other takes the younger boy. They tear the two apart.

The little boy screams for his brother and flails his arms wildly to get a hold of his brother who is being dragged in the other direction.

"Please, master, mercy for my brother, please, punish me instead, I beg you master, he didn't know what he was doing." The older boy pleads.

"Ryan! Ryan!" the little boy calls out over and over.

"Oh you'll be punished, don't you worry about that, you'll get your wish," The boss tells the older brother.

The man with the younger boy quickly binds his hands tightly behind his back with very harsh looking rough rope, his wrists crossed and then takes another piece of the same rope and wraps it around his head pushing it between his lips gagging him. Then he takes the little guy's cock and balls and ties them off tightly with a lead, which he ties to the back end of his ATV. They intend to make the slave walk along behind him pulled by his balls.

By now the older boy is crying just as hysterically as his little brother, screaming he's sorry. The man holding him drags him kicking and screaming to his own ATV and binds his hands and cock and balls in the same manner as his brother, he gets even more rope wrapped around his head gagging him tight.

"Let's head out men," the boss calls out with a sweeping arc of his arm and we all turn back toward town.

Two men on horseback follow behind the two slaves keeping watch. The men on the ATVs drive slowly but every once and a while jerk the boys forward. The slaves both stumble and fall several times scraping up their knees and legs. A few times each they fell over so completely that they couldn't get themselves up again and got dragged a few feet before the men on horseback called for the ATVs to stop. The men then place the boys back on their feet and the forced march continues.

It took us just forty-five minutes to find the escapees, but over two hours to get back to town. By the time we reach it both slaves bodies are a mess of their own saliva, dirt and blood from the forced march. Both their cocks and balls are deep purple and their faces are puffy and wet from tears and dripping snot.

The parade of men, horses and ATVs drive right down the center of the main street, right passed the brothel. The effect is not lost on the town folks or the slaves who get a glimpse of the two battered slaves trudging along behind the ATVs.

At the far end of town is what is marked as the sheriff's office. In front of that building is a raised platform with a crossbeam assembly over the platform. It's a gallows. I guess old west justice rules in this town.

Both boys are untied from the ATVs, and their abused and sore cocks are released from the ropes. Their hands are left tied and their gags remain. They are dragged up onto the platform and stood under the overhead beam.

They are both hysterically crying now. The older boy is shouting into his gag for what I assume is mercy for the two of them. The little guy is just screaming unintelligibly. No one says a single word as they go about their work. The boy's hysterics and pleading is totally ignored.

Two men hold the boys in place, as two other men toss ropes up and over the crossbeam. They grab hold of them and pull them down to the levels of the boys' necks. A few quick motions from these men and a newly fashioned noose appears on the in front of each boy's face.

Their eyes go wide with utter terror. The eight-year-old's bladder releases and he wets himself in fear. They both begin screaming and violently shaking their heads no. They try to tear away from the men holding them, but they are just little boys being held by two strong, very large men. They're going nowhere. I stand and watch dumbfounded the scene unfolding in front of me.

The two men slide a noose over each boy's head and push the knot tight just behind their right ear.

They grab hold of the free ends of the ropes over the crossbeam and begin to pull. The nooses tighten around the slave's little necks and snug up under their chins.

The men pull slowly.

Just as the boy's toes are barely touching the platform the boss calls out, "Far enough." And the upward movement of the boys stops. They are both dancing on the ends the nooses on their little toes.

He gets down off his horse and walks up onto the platform and stands in front of the very frightened slaves on the verge of being hanged. He just looks them up and down and pauses a moment. Both slave's bodies are racked with sobs and shaking with panic.

"Slaves," he starts, "you have committed a most terrible crime. You have tried to runaway. We have taken you in, fed you, housed and protected you. And this is how you repay us! There is no defense. But you did willingly surrender yourselves so I will deliberate on your punishment overnight and pronounce sentence on you both in the morning. You shall both remain here just as you are."

He turns to leave the platform the men follow him. Just as he's ready to come down the steps he pauses and turns to the ropemen, "Two more inches [5 cm]."

The men pull the ropes even tighter raising the boys up another two inches [5 cm]. They are a hair's breath from swinging freely by their necks. Strangely enough the older slave's cock is as hard as a rock and pointing out from his body like a dagger.

As the town boss comes down the steps he sees I am watching the boys up on the platform in shock.

"Gotta teach these fucking ungrateful brats who's the boss around here. Don't worry that rope will stretch a bit, they won't straggle."

I just nod dumbfounded.

"You hungry, son? Come on, my wife's got dinner waiting, tonight you're my guest." He puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me back down the street toward his home.

Chapter 15

Sitting around the large table I notice that this house isn't a grand palace but a regular house with simple furnishing. The chairs around the table are solid wood but mismatched. The food is simple but plentiful and very tasty. It quickly becomes clear that the town boss, whose name I learn is Roy, rules this town through power and fear, but mostly fear.

He is an imposing man. I would hate to be on his bad side.

As dinner continues the subject of conversation turns to the runaway slaveboys now on the gallows.

"What's to become of the boys?" his wife asks turning the subject from chitchat to current events.

"I haven't given it too much thought, Peggy. But the little beasts did commit a very serious offence against the town and against their owner. Such behavior needs to be corrected so the other slaves know that escape is futile."

"You're their owner, Roy! And the one is so young. Roy, they're just children."

"No, Peg, they're not children, not any longer, they're slaves, simple property that's all."

"A child is a child no matter if it's free or slave. It's a matter of their age not of their status," Peg counters.

Roy just sighs a sigh of a husband who can't understand his wife sometimes but still loves her to death. I can tell they've had this conversation many times just by his reaction.

"My friend," he turns to me, "you're a slave owner. Wouldn't you agree that such a transgression warrants a severe punishment. An example must be set."

"Far be it from me to interfere with your town's justice procedures," I try to bow out of the conversation with discretion.

Roy laughs but pushes. "You're not getting out of an answer quite that easy, please give us your opinion. You have heard my opinion that that of my wife. I assure you no offence will be taken – not at this table."

I take a slip of water, and clear my throat.

"Well, Sir," I nod toward my host, "You are right when you say that an example must be set. And you, ma'am, you're right when you say they are just boys and the one is very young. Personally I look at this from a simply economic point of view. While you can't have other slaves thinking about escape or disobeying their masters and mistresses. A harsh punishment is warranted, but they also cost money to purchase if they are done away with that investment is lost. But after the punishment is over, might they not be sold on to recoup some of the original price? That is if you no longer wish to keep the trouble makers around your other slaves."

Roy looked at me and smiled. "Clearly a man from the Coastal, always thinking about the money!" he laughed. There was no offence in his voice, just pointing out the differences between our two worlds.

He scratches his head and slips are his drink. It's not water he slips from.

"I should hang the older slave while his brother and the rest of the town's slaves are made to watch. Scare the bejesers outta them watching him slowly strangle to death on the end of the rope. Then whip the younger slave to within an inch of this life. Sell 'im back to the Nomacs and be done with it."

I can't believe a man like him just used the word bejesers. I can only assume he didn't swear out of respect to the lady present.

"If I may," I dare to offer my opinion farther. "While the older slave was clearly the instigator of the escape the younger boy did nothing to raise the alarm and went along willingly. Brother or not his first loyalty is to his master now not his family.

"And believe me just watching the proceedings tonight I was rather thrilled by the prospect of seeing those naked slaves swing on the end of the ropes, much to my surprise I might add.

"But a sanctioning of the older slave, who the younger one clearly idolizes could render that one useless to anyone." I say

"After losing his older brother the younger slave might be so traumatized that he himself would become so overwhelmed with shock and loss he'd be almost catatonic." Peg says bolstering her point for mercy.

I continue, "While the hanging of two slaves would set a perfect example to other slaves not to repeat their mistakes, your town would lose two valuable assets, two very beautiful young slaves."

"See, Roy he agrees with me that hanging these slaves would be wrong." Peg argues.

"But I can't show mercy for such offences by slaves no matter how young or now new or how valuable or pretty they might be. Do I hang an old ugly field-hand slave and not the beautiful young teenage boy?"

"If I can proffer my thoughts, my friend," Sherpa finally adds in his two cents. "You did tell them slaves that if'in they turned themselves in back there in da canyon things might go easier on 'em. Seems I 'member 'em comin' out from hidin' on their own."

His clarity cuts like a knife and offers the town boss a way out of hanging the slave while he saves face in front of the townsfolk.

"Yes they did. I'll sleep on it and announce sentence in the morning. For now they can just stay put."

The conversation then turned to other things. I was asked about the latest fashions and news from the Coastal from the lady of the house. Sherpa filled Roy in on his family and events. Roy told us all about the events effecting his little town. The routine problems with slaves, the comings and goings of the free citizens, stuff like that.

As we were eating dessert an adult slave came in and whispered into Roy's ear. Roy just nodded and waved the slave away.

"Seem there is a thunderstorm heading our way. I suggest you bring your two slaveboys in the house for the night, the stables aren't exactly water tight." I nod agreement. I want the boys in my bed tonight anyway. "I have to see to the livestock, if you'll excuse me, please?" He rises, bows a bit and heads outside with the slave following behind.

"Oh those poor boys, they'll be out in that storm all alone." Peg says.

"Serves 'em right." Sherpa replies, obviously he knows the family well enough to disagree with our host's wife.

"Come on, what if they were your boys out there all alone and scared," she asks.

"But they's not, Roy is right ya know, they're just slaves. You always had a soft spot for them younger slaves, Peg. It's not a good thing ya know."

"Yeah I guess not, a slave is a slave no matter the circumstance. So Roy keeps telling me. It's a mother's instinct, to protect, I guess." She sighs.

"Too right, but that's why we love you, honey." Roy comes back in and kisses his wife's cheek from behind her.

He has two of his field-hand slaves carrying my two slaves.

"Shall I have these placed these in your room?" he asks me.

"That would be most kind, thank you."

After the two slaves climb the stairs with my slaves Roy heads back outside to finish his storm preparations supervision.

"They are adorable little slaves," Peg compliments me.

"Thank you."

"Such young boys. The younger one he looks about nine maybe ten, and the older one twelve?" She asks.

"Believe it or not the smaller one is twelve."

"You're kidding?" she asks in shock.

"Nope, he was so underfed and mistreated by his former father that he didn't grow. The older boy I just bought yesterday he's thirteen, brand new to being a slave."

"Both of them are fine looking slaveboys."

As the houseslaves clear the last of the dinner dishes they serve us some after dinner drinks. Strong, but very smooth alcohol. Commonly referred to as 'Scrubs Shine'. But I have never had shine his good.

"We make that ourselves, the still is in the barn."

"My compliments, this is the best shine I have ever tasted."

"Secret recipe…" is the only answer I get from Peg. That and a wink.

I toast her with my glass; down the remainder and get a refill from the attending slave.

Roy returns; done with the storm preparations and rejoins the conversation.

After the polite amount of time has passed I bid my guests goodnight and excuse myself from the table.

The few glasses of shine I have had have gone right to my head and I am a bit drunk. Thankfully I find the stairs and make my way to my room under my own power – if a bit wobbly. That is some good fuckin' shine!

I open the door and on the floor lie my two slaveboys, about five feet [1½ m] apart from each other lying on their sides back to back. What a sight they make; two young, naked, bound boys just waiting for me to play with them.

I slap and rub my hands together, "Alright slaves, ready to have some fun? Because I sure am."

I pick up the little slave first and toss him on the bed and get the older slave, he's a bit heavier but I easily hoist him up and toss him on the bed next to his companion. I see that my bags have been brought in from the truck, including my toy bag.

I strip off my clothes, look at the two boys as they watch me; flash them a little evil smile, and jump on the bed right between the two of them.

Chapter 16

I pull the newest slave to me and spoon him. His head is just under my chin. I'm pleased that he doesn't resist or try to pull away. His hair is clean and combed and smells vaguely of flowers. His skin is warm, smooth and it too feels clean to my touch.

I slide an arm under him and reach around and finger his nipples while my other hand lowers to his cock and grabs hold. He takes a quick, deep breath and the unexpected attack on his boyhood. I squeeze it, but not to hurt, just firmly and begin to work him to hardness. I run my fingers over the head across the slit.

As I gently masturbate the slaveboy I feel him relax in my grasp and he starts to moan, just a little.

"See little thing, it's not all bad, just do as your told and obey and your life won't be constant pain and torment. Some of it you might even enjoy once and a while." I whisper in his ear.

I tweak his nips and gently rub his smooth hairless chest and tummy. I work his cock with my other hand. He's losing himself in he feelings coming from his body. He gingerly moves his hips in time with my hand. I clamp my arm across his midsection and as I roll over I lift him up as I turn over. Now the slaveboys are side by side.

"Roll over and face the other way, Nathan." I order the little slave.

The slaves are now back to front with the thirteen-year-old's cock pointed directly at the back entrance of the smaller one.

I push the slave in my arms toward the boy in front of him and line his cock up with the other's ass.

"Push it in. Fuck him, slaveboy." I order.

With my help he gets lined up and with encouragement from me pushing him his cock presses against the little slave's boycunt. My finger is right on the end of the slave cock and I feel the little rosebud. I press my finger in first. The little slave cries out, just a little. I massage it with that one finger opening it up. The cock in my hand is as hard as its going to be and I line up the head and push him with my hips.

The slavecock pops in as the ring opens.

Both slaves moan, the little one with the pain of a cock being inserted into him, the older with the pleasure that comes from having a tight hole wrapped around his fuck stick.

I push with my hips till he's all the way inside the little slave. They are both breathing rapidly now but remain otherwise quiet.

"Go on slave, fuck the body in front of you. Rape the little ass good. Tear him open, seed his tummy with your spunk. Do it, do it!" I order him.

He takes over and pulls back and rams his cock home again. Out and back in, out and in. He begins to pick up speed as the little asshole opens up to his assault.

The thirteen-year-old's balls slap against the ass cheeks of the small twelve-year-old.

Slap, slap, slap.

By this time my cock is rock-hard and throbbing. I line it up to the asshole of the slave in front of me and push against his opening. The pressure of my entering him stops his fucking cold and keeps his cock buried inside the other slave.

His ring resists, I press harder. It opens just a bit; my head stretches and forces his bud to open up. I enter slowly and it's so tight. I keep pushing. Gently but I am inside the slaveboy. He is so tight, what a purchase. There has never been anything up this chute before.

I bury my cock inside him to its base. He is moaning and wiggling his hips around.

"Relax, slave, just relax. The pain will pass and then you'll enjoy it."

His bodily adjustments are sending waves of pleasure into the boy's ass his cock is buried in.

"Hold still." I tell the slave I am fucking.

He just nods.

I withdraw my cock from his ass just until my head remains inside him the push it home again. As I hit is ass with my hips it pushes his cock deeper into the other slave rubbing the little prostate inside the tiny slaveboy.

I pull out and push back in faster this time. With the full length of my cock inside him I wiggle my hips and tickle him from the inside. Withdraw and slam it home again. In and out – over and over, in and out. My balls are spanking his ass now. Both boys bounce in time with my efforts. The whole damn bed is shaking from side to side from my fucking.

I have my arms wrapped around both boys now pulling them closer to me, pressing their flesh into each other and into me. We are a mass of sweating, heaving and fucking. Both slaves are moaning.

The little slave is in agony as his insides are stimulated but his cock remains locked inside the plastic prison. He can't get hard but I am sure he's leaking like a running faucet. The slave in the middle is having the pleasure of his cock up a tight ass and the pain and pleasure combination of being fucked at the same time. The sensations must be overwhelming for him. I could care less. He could pass out I wouldn't care. He's so tight, this is one of the best fucks I've had in my life. It's like I am fucking both slaves at once.

The middle slave screams out, a high pitched squeal. His ass pulses as he shoots his seed into the other slave's bowels. His unintentional massaging of my cock with his ass pushes me over the edge and I coat his insides with my seed.

It feels like a fire hose has been let loose as I shoot and shoot and shoot deep and hard. I hear more screaming and realize it's me.

I hold the slaves tight as I finally stop cumming and leave my cock inside the slave ass as I slowly go soft.

A deep breath and I pull it out with a pop. The tight ass closes sealing my sperm inside the slave.

I slip out of bed and pull the other slave up and flip him around so his ass is in the face of the slave that just fucked him.

"Get in there and suck your cum outta that slave's ass." I order.

The slave doesn't say 'no' but looks at me practically begging me not to force him to lick his own spunk and the other slave's juices.

I just look at him sternly. "The faster you do this the faster he cleans your ass out."

I can tell he's not too keen on that idea either, but as I slap his ass with my hand to encourage him he sticks his nose between the mounds of slave ass and finds the opening with his mouth. He forms a seal around it and begins to kiss and suck.

"Get your tongue in there, slut. Open it up and get your worthless cum out of that slave." I smack his ass again. He pushes in deeper and makes slurping sounds. His eyes are screwed shut.

I pet the little slave's hair, "Push that spunk outta your ass, feed your brother slave. Give it to him."

I let the two go at it for the next five or so minutes. I am getting hard again as I watch these two boys follow my nasty orders.

After I start to see some of my cum leaking from the older slave I switch them around and make the little slave clean out the older's ass.

I am so hard again I can't believe it. I get my little multi-tailed whip from my bag of goodies. I pull the slaves to the edge of the bed and push my cock into the older's mouth.

"If I feel any teeth you'll be in trouble." I warn and hit his nips with the whip.

He sucks in my cock. His tongue shyly licks it. He's got no clue how to give a good blowjob.

I push in and out. He'll get the idea.

I take the whip and begin striking the little slave's ass, just for the fun of it. He yelps from the pain but doesn't miss a beat and slurps and sucks and kisses the asshole in front of him.

Because I have just cum I can last much longer this time. My hardness never diminishes though. And I keep fucking the slave's face. I keep hitting the other slave with the whip from his shoulders to his thighs. All up and down his body it's a pattern of red crisscrossing strips.

"Better hope this worthless slave can suck me off fast because you don't stop getting beaten until I shoot a load of man cum down his throat." I tell them both.

Of course the slave sucking me had no clue that he was causing the little one pain by his inability to make me cum with his mouth. And to be fair he had no control over it anyway. But it's still fun to tease. Hearing that he was causing his fellow slave pain he tries harder and begins sucking away like a starving baby on a bottle. I knew that would work.

I keep hitting the other slave randomly with the whip. I strike a little harder and he starts to whine and whimper louder with each kiss of leather on skin. I love mind games; the older slave totally focused on getting me off so the whipping stops.

He licks and slurps and sucks like there's no tomorrow. I am bucking my hips and pushing my cock past his tongue in deep into his throat, I pull and push in and out so fast there's no time for him to gag.

This feels to fucking great.

The lightening storm outside has begun to rage and flashes of white light stream in the windows; strobing across the bound slaves. It's wild.

I grab hold of the hair on the head I am fucking wildly and push in to the hilt.

The slave can't breathe and panics, he tries to pull back. I am suffocating him with my meat.

I wiggle my cock in his mouth, I am so fucking close to shooting now.

He begins to fight for needed air and his throat spasms around my cock.

That does it, sends me over the edge and I shoot another huge wad into this belly.

Only after I stop do I pull out and let him breathe.

He gasps desperately for air.

The hair over his forehead is pressed flat and matted with sweat, both his and mine.

A sting of drool hangs from the corner of his mouth as he regains his composure.

I have long ago stopped whipping the little slave.

"I think that ass is clean now." I tell him; he pulls his head back and takes a breath of fresh, cool air.

I flip him so his head is back at the top of the bed and put both boys on the outside of the bed and I lay between the two again.

"Hands over your heads, slaves. And keep them there." I order.

They do it, must feel good to them to stretch their bodies out.

I reach to the free cock on the older boy and begin to play with him once more. And lay my other hand over the chest of the other slave and gently pet his nipples.

We watch the storm raging outside and the three of us relax.

"In the morning I'll take you slaves to see what happens to really bad slaves. Right now they are hanging by their neck; balanced on their tippy-toes out in this storm all alone, struggling to stay standing up, scared, cold and soaking wet. You two should thank your lucky stars."

The little slave turns and whispers to me, "Thank you, master."

The older slave finally takes a hint and does the same.

I drift off to sleep with cock and nipples in my fingers.

Chapter 17

I wake up as the gray light breaks through my windows. I can see that the storm is over but the clouds remain. It's overcast and gloomy.

The two slaveboys are sound asleep next to me. The little slave has curled up next to me in a fetal position, being bound the way is he there's really not many other positions he could be in comfortably. The other slave has his back against me, his arms are straight out from his body with his hands dangling over the edge of the bed. His knees are bent and pulled up toward his chest.

It's very nice to wake up next to a warm body next to you. Even better when its two young, naked and tied-up slaveboys.

I sit upright and scoot out of bed into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and shave.

Both slaves are awake when I return to the bedroom lying there quietly.

"Morning, slaveboys."

"Morning, master," they answer in unison.

"Do you two have to use the toilet?"

They both nod 'yes'."

I smile. I lift the little one out of bed and carry him to the toilet and sit him down. Going back to the bedroom I get the other boy and take him into the bathroom too. The little one turns bright red from the top of his head to his little toes, which don't even touch the floor he's so damn small. But he gets over being piss shy and goes to the bathroom.

A couple minutes later and he's done. Without flushing I sit the second boy on the toilet and toss the first one the shower. While the other boy does his business, I give the little slave a quick rise under the cold walk and he's clean of last night's sex and this morning's bodily functions.

I take him back and sit him on the bed and wash up the second slave just like the first and set him back on the bed right next to the little boy.

"What the hell is your name anyway, slave?" I ask the older one. Realizing that I have yet to learn my what my property's called.

"L…Logan, master. M…m…my name's Logan."

"Well Logan, he's Nathan, Nathan, Logan. Now that I've introduced you slave brothers properly I think you should get to know each other better. Slave Logan, kiss Slave Nathan on the lips."

He leans over and pecks the little boy on the lips.

"Fuck. Not like that, I mean kiss him. Get in there and kiss the slave. Open your mouth and fucking lick his tonsils with your tongue. Now try again."

He leans over and starts with a little closed lip kiss but stays put. Nathan opens his mouth, Logan follows his lead and the two begin to French each other like to long-lost lovers. Soon they are tilting their heads and I see their tongues darting in and out and wrestling each other. Logan gets hard; his little slave cock sticks straight up between his legs.

I bend down and begin to untie Nathan's wrists. The boys stop kissing.

"I didn't say stop."

They go back to kissing each other and I rearrange their bondage.

I slip and cross Nathan's hands behind his back and retie them tightly. He winces at as I tug the ropes snug.

I then do the same with Logan. They keep slurping and sucking each other's mouths like teenagers in heat. Logan's cock is bouncing in time with his heartbeat.

Getting Logan's hands behind him I then untie his legs and put on a pair of metal hobbles. He'll be able to walk but not more than a shuffle. I do the same to Nathan's ankles. For the first time in days he can separate his legs, but only as far at the chain between his ankles allow.

I snap a collar around each of their necks and clip on a leash.

"All right slaves. Knock it off and come with me." I give them a yank and get them on their feet.

They follow me downstairs where we find the mistress of the house in the dining room finishing her breakfast.

"Did I miss Roy, Peg," I ask.

"Yes, he's gone to the sheriff's office he intends to announce the punishment to those poor little slaveboys and to the town in about fifteen minutes."

"Doesn't leave me much time. Forgive me if I don't join you for breakfast."

"Don't give it another thought, dear."

"Slaves, don't you think you should thank Mistress Peg for her allowing you in her home and her hospitality?"

Nathan keeps his eyes looking at the floor, bows at the waist and says, "Thank you ma'am." Just above a whisper.

Logan becoming a quick learner bows and offers his thanks as well. They both keep looking at the floor.

"You're both welcome," she replies. Slaves can normally expect their thanks to be ignored, but this lady is different. "Such polite boys you have there. Thank you for taking care of them."

I nod my respects and yank the boys as we head toward the side door. Slaves should never use the front door of a house if it's at all avoidable.

I pull the shuffling boys behind me as quickly as their little barefeet can carry them and their ankle chains permit them to move down the wooden stairs and onto the dirt and gravel main street toward the gallows and the slaves about to receive their sentencing.

After much stumbling and encouragement by me we all arrive in front of the gallows. The ceremony was already underway. About twenty free town's people were gathered some with slaves in tow. Several overseers had the boys and girls from the brothel in a group off to the side. These two boys on the gallows would indeed serve as an example; to the town's folk as a demonstration of Roy's power and to the slaves that the harshest punishments will be metered out.

Roy was standing up on the gallows in front of the condemned slaves. The slaves look absolutely miserable. The eight-year-old boy is crying while his older brother is not, but has a distant yet forlorn look about him. It is obvious that neither boy has gotten any sleep, how could they have?

Their hair is wet and matted from the rain and wind. Both boys struggled on their toes all night and lost the battle. Angry red rings encircle both necks where the ropes have rubbed the skin raw. They have no more strength in their feet or legs to stay balanced on their little toes and now stand flatfooted on the rough wood of the gallows platform. The force of gravity and their own exhaustion pulling them down while the ropes hold them up by the neck.

At least the torrents of rain have washed the dirt and grime from their bodies.

Roy must have been telling the truth that the rope used on the boys had some give to it. If it had not given a little neither slave would have been able to breathe and we'd be looking at corpses instead of two weakened slaves.

Roy continues the speech he was already giving when we arrived, "That these two tried to escape their rightful owner and thereby steal directly from the pocket of that owner there is no doubt, they are guilty. That they did run into the dangerous desert and cause several of this town's good men to risk their lives by searching for them is a fact, they are guilty. That they did with forethought and determination desire to leave the protection of our town and their owner; risking capture by Nomacs or worse yet, damage to themselves or even encounter death, they are guilty."

Gotta hand it to Roy he knows how to work a crowd.

"I, myself, lead the group of fine men to recapture these miscreants," Roy says.

The free town's people applause. The slave's whose hands were not bound also clap, but not for the same reasons.

"Upon finding these two ungrateful and willful slaves," Roy continues when the clapping dies down, "I ordered the slaves to willingly surrender themselves. Which they thoughtfully did, recognizing the futility of their misguided adventures."

He pauses for effect. Roy turns toward the boys but only half way so he can still address the crowd.

"The penalty for their crimes is hanging!" he annouces.

Some of the free people in the crowd clap and cheer the statement. The slaves in the crowd remain still and silent most of them drop their heads not wanting to look at the slaveboys on the gallows; knowing full well it just could as easily be them up there.

"However, in consideration of the boy's surrender they shall be spared the ultimate penalty."

A few 'boos' actually come up from the crowd.

"I have deliberated on their punishment carefully." Roy continues waving down the few jeers he got from the crowd. "The older slave, freely admits that it was the planner and the instigator of this insurrection while the younger slave was just following its older brother out of some misguided and wrong notion of former family loyalties. Let it be known that if not for the surrender both slaves regardless of degree of guilt would be swinging freely at the end of these ropes."

"Fuckin' hang 'em anyway!" A middle-aged man shouts from the crowd.

Both slaveboys are crying openly now.

"I have decided this, first the younger slave shall be taken from the gallows and tied wrist, waist and ankle to a cross to be erected in the center of town. It shall remain there for three full days and nights. The older slave shall also be taken from these gallows and be tied wrist, waist and ankle to a second cross erected directly next to the first and remain there for four full days and nights. The slaves shall only receive one small measure of water at mid-day, no food or other liquids shall be administered. They shall than be taken down and returned to their owner for corrective training."

While it was not quite what these good town's people had wanted, it was enough I guess and cheers rise up from the crowd and most are also clapping at the announced punishment. Personally I think either slave will be lucky if he survives the cross, hanging might have been more merciful.

Roy raises his hand once more to calm the crowd. "Additionally, if either of these two slaves is found to break the rules of this community or of their master within in the next full year from the date of their removal from the cross, the offending slave shall have one toe cut off at each infraction."

That brings up hoots and hollers from the crowd. Roy smiles and waves both hands to his adoring town's people. These people are rather bloodthirsty and I think the sooner Sherpa and I head out the better.

"The punishment is to start now!" Roy shouts.

Two huge men come forward and take hold of the younger slave lifting him off the floor and removing his noose. He is flung over one man's shoulder like an old sack of potatoes. They then go to the older boy and pick him up, a third man removes the noose as he too is tossed over the man's shoulder.

"I am so sorry Brandon!" The older boy shouts out to his little brother.

The little slave simply shouts over and over, "Ryan, I'm scared Ryan! Ryan!"

The terrified screams of the child slaves please the crowd as no effort is being made to silence the boys.

The crowd follows the men and slaves back down the street to the center of town, which just happens to be in front of the brothel. Already lying on the ground are the two crosses to which the boys were to be attached.

They do the little boy first.

The man carrying him flings him off his shoulder and slams his body on the thick upright of the cross. The boy hits with a dull thud which knocks the wind out of him and he fights for air.

Another man with a large, and I imagine very sharp knife comes forward and cuts the boy's hands free. Two men, one on each arm pulls his wrist to a point I would have thought would surely have dislocated the boy's joints – out toward he end of the crossbeam. The boy is screaming in pain and terror. They made quick work of tying his slim wrists to the wood. Then they tightly bind his waist to the upright; it is going to be hard for the boy to breathe that's for sure. They cross his ankles and bind them together and then to the upright.

A man with two large spikes comes forward; the boy sees this and starts really screaming in terror. Begging for mercy.

His pleas and screams are completely ignored.

He takes one spike and places it just below one of the boy's feet and hammers it into the upright and then takes the other and hammers to home right next to the first.

"For da slave ta stand on soings he don't suffocate," I hear someone say to me. I hadn't even noticed I am so enthralled by the proceedings, but Sherpa has joined me and is standing right next to me in the crowd now.

The cross is raised and seated into a hole dug into the dirt. It falls in with a thud jostling the slave tied to it and pounding his barefeet onto the metal spikes meant to support him.

I look at my two slaves, they watch wide-eyed and mouths open dumbfounded. I see the fear in their eyes as they watch the little slaveboy treated so incredibly harshly.

Large rocks and several thick wooden shims are put and hammered into the hole pressing up against the cross for support. The cross and the boy tied to it aren't going to fall over.

Now comes he older brother's turn. With a thud they throw him on his cross; cut his hands free just long enough to get them stretched and tied tight to the crossbeam. Then his waist and ankles are tied the same way. The man with the spikes returns and I notice he puts these two a little lower and therefore farther away from the slave's feet. There are also turned so the slave will have to stand on the corner of the square spike and not the flat like his little brother is being allowed to do.

"Only da balls o' his feet will hit dem spikes' corners that low-down," Sherpa observes.

"Hmmm, yes," I respond.

They raise the cross up and plunk it down into a second hole causing the boy to scream in pain as the ropes bite into his wrists and his feet slam into the sharp edges of the spikes

Within ear shot of Sherpa and me are a group of six men – in a circle around a seventh.

"I say the young'ing don't make it past day two," one of the men says and hands something to the seventh man and is handed a slip of paper.

"I say the older slut makes it but the young one bites it," And the same actions take place, trading money for a betting slip.

"Ten says they both make it and get cut down alive." Another man bets.

Sherpa and I, and my slaves walk away from the event back toward the house to gather our things with the intention of leaving town after getting some breakfast at the local diner.

I gaze back briefly at the two crucified boys. Sobs rack their bound bodies. The older one's head is tossed back looking toward the sky while his little brother's head hangs on his chest. I feel a little twitch in my pants.

Chapter 18

An hour's drive from that town Sherpa, myself, and my two little boy slaves are driving home in the vast open desert. The truck leaves a big plume of dust in our wake.

I put the slaves in the seat behind me. Of course they are still tied up. Their ankles are tied together, this time side by side with the big toes bound together too. I like this method from time to time as it makes their bound feet less independent; it's great for tickle torture, sole whipping and of course the classic canning of their little feet as punishment.

I have their hands bound together in front of them. Nathan is on the left and Logan on the right. I have their arms intertwined so they are stuck together, naked flesh to naked flesh. Nathan's right arm is wrapped through Logan's left arm – holding them together.

They are not gagged or blinded. But they also have collars locked around their necks with a short chain connecting them together. I think that these two slaves will be spending a lot of time together so they might as well get used to it sooner rather then later. If I decide to keep Nathan I will have two slaves to fit into one cage when I get them home.

"Boss, you came lookin' for only one slaveboy, ain't that da case?" Sherpa asks

"Yup."

"So, uhm, confused here, how comes you got a collar for each of dem slaves, a leash fer each 'o 'em?"

I laugh, "Well I brought a lot of stuff, never know what's gunna look good on a boy. I have about five collars with me and I think I packed three leashes. Several sets of handcuffs small enough for a child, a few chains, several leather restraints for both wrist and ankles, a few dildoes and ass plugs, etcetera. I only got one cock pod though, if I keep both of them I will have to get a second."

"So you're kinda over prepped for nabbing a kiddo, aint ya?"

"You could say that. Came in handy though don't you think?"

"Yeah, guess so, got dem two nippers bound tight."

We continue chatting and talking about nothing in particular for a while longer. As we get farther from the little town I feel it's safe to ask Sherpa about his friends and the town we had just visited.

"What's the deal with you and Roy?"

Now it's his turn to laugh. "Ah, ghosts of the past, boss. Ghosts of the past. Sees when I was a bit younger then I am now, before I got to be able to makin' a livin' as a Sherpa I used to go out on what we'd call inventory trips. Started doing that when I was seventeen. Roy used to lead us on dem trips."

"Inventory trips? You mean slave raiding?"

"Yeah, dat's what they were in truth."

"Wow, never thought of you as a nabber."

"Well dat was back in the day, as they say. Back when a normal dude could make a living being a nabber, not like today."

"Musta been a interesting life?"

"Yeah it was but we never did nothing really violent beyond the nabbing. No killing, oh there was a few – more then a few, beatin's but left dem living afterwords, just took their kids."

"Just nabbed kids?"

"We done a few older kids, teenagers like, and once or twice we'd got a request for grown types. But kids was safer and they're easier to handle." He looks back at the two slaves bouncing around in the backseat. "Take up less room too!" he laughs again. "Be serious like, kiddos are easier to train and worth more dosh."

"Why'd you get outta the nabber game?"

"Bloody Nomacs. Too damn many of dem tribes around now. Too risky being a nabber and trader with them willin' to shoot your fucking brain out for a few slaves. Besides Roy found Peg and he settled down in that town and quickly took it over. After that the group of us nabbers all went our own ways. I met my dear departed girl and settled down too and started Sherpaing. Been doing this about ten twelve years now."

"I can see that Peg's a nice gal, bet she was a real looking back then. But what's her deal with the treatment of slaves?"

"Well, the scuttlebutt is dat she had a brother, or maybe it was a sister… that got nabbed when she was a kid. Anyway story is she was out huntin' with her dad – as she was the oldest. When 'day get home the kid was gone and the mother raped. Don't know if that's true or not. I don't really think it is, what I thinks is she just suffers from a chronic bleedin' heart."

"Do you miss nabbing at all?"

"Nah, not so much. We all gets natasalgic like for the good ol' days, don't we? But no, I likes my job now, I gots my freedom and much less dangerous being a Sherpa. Nomacs like Sherpas, we's bring 'em lots of tourist for dem to sell their crap too and gives a reason for the brothels to keep buying slaves from 'em. They may be violent murdering types, but they ain't half stupid about business."

"You must have some wild stories."

"Yeah had my fair share of adventures and interesting goings on."

"Tell me one; what's the worse you've done to a slave?"

"Let me see… one time we had us a thirteen year old. Real hellraiser. Couldn't get a'hold of his attitude for nothin'. Beatin's, whippin's, hog tying, exposure, no food, no water, the hot box, nothin' was working. Then I gets the idea that if'in cuttin' the nuts off a dog calms it down, maybe it's work on this slaveboy too.

"We strap him down tight to a table, wrap his nuts off real tight like, I mean super tight. Meanwhile Roy's heating up an iron rod in the campfire and Chuck puts a stick in the slave's mouth to bite down on. The whole damn time the kid's cursing us and swearing he'll get his revenge and crap like that.

"His balls get nice and blue from bein' tied off so damn tight. I get's my knife, sterilized by fire, and make two quick slices from the back of his sack to the front. Roy jams the white-hot iron over the cuts to cauterize up the wounds. And I've got two severed nuts in my hand. I toss 'em in a jar of shine to preserve 'em.

"Fucking slave screamed his lungs out. Never heard such a sound from a human like that, it weren't human the sound coming from his throat. Then he passed out, good thing too cause his screamin' was real annoyin'."

I look back at my slaves and see the fear on their faces as they digest the story Sherpa just told. They have their little legs are pressed tight together trying to protect their little jewels.

"Did it work?"

"Hell I wasn't even sure if that slave would survive the snippin'. But he did – an' after he woke up he was a bit worn out. But still had that damn attitude. So we toss him in this ol' cage we had out in da barn for about a fortnight, or a bit longer. By da end o' that time all them male hormones had worked themselves outta his body and he was as docile as a little kitten. Sold him on to this woman who wanted herself a neutered slave, sold her his nuts in that jar too! Heard she keeps the balls right out in the open so he'g got to see 'em everyday. Made a good profit on his ass if'n I 'member it right."

"Ever keep a inventory item for yourself?" I tease.

"Couple times. Last one I had that I nabbed myself I sold on to the bloody Nomacs when he hit sixteen. Picked up an eight-year-old from 'em in a trade. Still got 'em too. Adorable little mouse of a redheaded boy. He's eleven now."

"You fucker, you never told me you had a slaveboy."

"You never fuckin' asked me did ya?"

"Fuck you." I tease.

"No thanks, boss, use yer slaves back dare if'in ya please!" he teases right back.

I turn to look my slaves. Time to see if they learned anything from the punishment they witnessed this morning.

"Did that little event this morning make an impression on you slaves?'

They both slowly nod yes.

"I asked you a direct question, you're not gagged, answer me."

"Yes, master" Logan said.

Nathan stayed quiet.

I grab his big toe and twist it. He winces with the little bit of pain sent up through his leg.

"Slave, answer me."

"Master, what's gunna happen to those boys?" he looks me right in the eye.

"You heard what was going to happen."

"B…but will, I mean will they…m…make it okay?"

"That not up to me or anything for you to worry about. They broke the rules and now they are paying the price for it."

"I…I guess so, master."

"Now you know why it's so important to obey your master, don't you slave?" I twist his toe a little harder.

"Yes, master."

"Good, slave."

"Can you boys reach your mouths with your hands?" I ask

They both try and find that they can.

"Yes, master." They answer the direct question. They both seem to be quick studies.

I hand each of them a simple protein bar. "Lunch, slaves. Enjoy!"

It's been a while since I've allowed them to eat and they wolf down the bars as fast as they can chew.

I put a bottle of water in Logan's hands and tell him to drink half of it and then let his brother slave have the other half.

I watch him drink down the water. He is careful not to chug it too fast and keeps checking the water level to make sure he's not taken more then his allowed share. When he gets to the halfway point he hands the bottle over Nathan who fumbles to grip it with his small bound hands but he gets a solid hold on it and drinks the remaining water.

"Now you two keep quiet now and get some rest."

Forty-five minutes later I sneak a peak and see that Nathan is asleep with his head on Logan's arm and Logan has his head on top of Nathan's head sleeping away. Boys can sleep anywhere in any condition.

Chapter 19

We decide to push on through the afternoon and not stop for lunch. The slaves had been fed and watered and Sherpa and I ate a couple bars a piece as we got hungry. We both wanted to make up some time lost at the unplanned stopover in Roy's little town.

It is now late afternoon. I have gotten bored with sitting in the front seat just watching the scenery go by. I have Sherpa pull over for a few minutes. I wake the boys up and untie their arms from each other. I retie both boy's hands behind their backs and put the little slaveboy, Nathan, in the front seat and strap him tight with the seatbelt. I move the seat full forward to give the maximum amount of room to the backseat's legroom.

I have Logan on his knees in the footwell of the back seat facing the back of the truck. I climb into the seat the boys just occupied and place myself right in front of my newly purchased slaveboy.

I have taken off my shoes and socks so I can feel his skin with my barefeet and play with his cock and balls with my toes. I quickly tap the button on Nathan's contacts controller and blind him. He whimpers at the unexpected suddenness of his loss of sight. I don't think he will ever get used to that part of his life.

"You want your seatmate gagged?" I ask Sherpa.

He looks at the little boy bound tight beside him. "Nah, I don't think this little mite is gunna cause any troubles up here."

"All right, lets go." I say and he takes off again.

"Okay, slave," I start talking to the boy wedged onto the floor in front of me, "Time for you too show me how good you suck cock."

I open up my pants and pull my cock free, it's already half hard in anticipation of what's ahead.

"Open your mouth, suck it in there. Work your tongue over it and suck. I don't want to feel any teeth, ever."

He hesitates.

I tweak his ear.

"Open."

I tweak it harder and he opens his mouth and pulls my cock in with his tongue and by sucking it inside his mouth.

"Now move your head up and down my cock, slowly, get it all the way in. I want your nose buried in my hair."

He slowly takes me in and tries to swallow me down. He knows enough that he will be punished if he disobeys. As far as I know he has never had a cock in his mouth before me. His inexperience is evident from his fumbling around with my package inside him.

He begins to lick my cock inside his mouth but has yet to clamp his lips tight around my shaft. I gently push him down on his master's cock.

He pushes back against my hand, but I hold him in place.

"No teeth now, slave." I remind him.

He moans at the degradation and the apparent disgust he feels from having to perform oral sex on me. Just for good measure I tweak his ear again to get him to refocus on the fact that he is a slave and has absolutely no choice.

I keep my hand on the back of his blonde head but let up on the down force and he pulls back. My cock falls out of his mouth. I grab hold of it with my free hand and push him back down on it quickly.

"Never let my cock out of your mouth, slaveboy." And I kick him in the balls with my foot. He tries to bound up away from my kick, but the back of the front seat effectively holds him down as his back presses against it.

I push him all the way down so his nose is pressed flat against my hipbone. He coughs and gags and struggles to get his head back off the full length of my cock.

"Suck it, lick it, worship it and I'll let you breathe." I whisper into his ear.

His tongue starts to run clumsy circles around my shaft and his lips tighten at my base. He begins to suck on it like he's sucking on a drink straw.

"Now you've got the idea, slave keep doing that, get some practice." And I let go of his head and he pulls back and sucks in some air. He takes a moment too long for my liking on diving back down and I push him onto me again and hold him there. He repeats his tongue, lips and sucking actions and I let go after a few seconds, then he lowers himself back down the shaft, a bit slow, but he's doing it on his own. He holds it fully in his mouth and then goes back up after a few seconds.

Now he's really starting to bob up and down. He is certainly not the best, damn close to the worse actually, but he's got a long time to learn and will get lots of practice.

After sometime has passed with him practicing his cock sucking skill he slows down and I can tell his jaw is giving out on him. But I am not ready to let him off his duty.

I contort myself and reach for my toy bag. I swing it around from behind me and set it right on top of the back of his head. I route around inside and find what I want after a second or two. A leather-wrapped ring gag sized just about right for this slave's mouth.

I put the bag away and pull his head up and off my cock by his hair and hold the ring gag right in front of his face. He's too tired to fight and opens his mouth. He knows what this device is and what it's used for from his short stay at the slave ranch, I assume.

With a couple fingers and my thumb I get the ring lodged in place behind his front teeth, top and bottom. Then pull the straps around the back of his head just under his ears and lock it on in the tightest notch I can stretch the leather to.

His face is distorted from the straps and he's very uncomfortable. His tongue is flicking around in his mouth feeling the ring wedged in there tight.

I insert my cock through the ring and feed it deep into his mouth. I take his head and turn it to the side and lay it onto my thigh. Most of my cock is inside his mouth but he can breathe normally.

"Just suck on it, baby, like you're sucking a lollipop. Hold it there and gently make love to your master's cock with your mouth." I instruct him.

As he begins to suck my cock like a baby bottle I locate his little slaveboy cock and grab onto it with my toes and work him hard. I can hear little sounds of pleasure from deep in his throat over the sounds of his suckling my cock.

I pet his head with my hand. His hair is so soft. I don't know if it's my imagination or from being tired from the road, but I swear I can just about hear him purr.

Often this slave will find himself in the same position, but it won't just be my cock he sucks, but also my cum shooting down into his little tummy and even my piss as I train him to become my toilet boy. But today is day one of his training so I just allow him to get used to how it feels in his mouth. To learn about the cock that belongs to the man who owns him. To learn by trying to discover what pleases me, and to realize that he needs to focus totally on pleasing and worshiping me and my body.

I can and do sit here for hours with him sucking and licking my cock. The landscape rolls by. I lazily gaze out the windows. From time to time I see what could be the remains of buildings, long ago abandoned. Off in the distance on a lonely valley floor is a ghost town of a pre-collapse city. The only residents there today, if any, are scavengers.

The light changes as the sun begins to sets in front us. I am so enjoying the little mouth around my cock. The kid is so inexperienced however that there is no danger of my cumming from his oral ministrations.

Something up ahead directly in our track attracts my eye.

"What the hell is that?" I ask.

"What?" Sherpa asks.

"That, that there up ahead of us, next to the track," I point to it through the windshield.

"I'm not sure."

We get closer.

We both squint to concentrate on the object ahead. Funnily enough little Nathan tries to see what we are talking about, his curiosity overcoming his sightless eyes. Or maybe he's hoping I will allow him to see it if he shows interest. No such luck.

Sherpa picks up speed.

"Looks like… looks like a guy laying on the side of the road," Sherpa says.

"Why the hell would anyone lay along the road, out here in the middle of fuckin' no where?"

"You don't… I don't think he's just 'laying' there."

"Me neither." The grim reality sets in on both of us.

"Wait… Yeah, there it is. Ain't seen a set up like this in quite a bit." Sherpa observes.

"Like what?"

"See that post there, next ta the body?" he points to a thick round post sticking up out of the desert floor.

"Yeah."

"It's the ol' 'Judas Goat' set up."

"What that fuck is a Judas Goat set up?" I ask.

We speed past the body on the road; it's totally naked and quite bloated. As we pass I see several vultures picking at it.

"Dunno who's usin' this ol' trick now-a-days. Theys must be pretty damn desperate. But it's a scam where they lock a slave boy or girl ta that post, either by it's neck or it's wrist. They pick a little secluded sidin' like this and wait. Ya never see no one. Ya think you're in the middle o' nowhere, totally alone like. That maybe some'un is just tryin' to get rid of a slave, the easy way.

"You sees this kid, all little and filthy and skinny as a rail; probably crying and looks just liking he's on the edge of dying. You think to yourself, this kid's gotta have been out here for days and days, alone, abandoned, forgotten.

"But that ain't the case. 'Cause this slave's still owned and being watched over.

"They can hide in plain sight. They're fucking watchin' ya the whole time. Keeping an eye on da kid, the kid's bait see, a Judas goat. Some poor dumb unsuspecting sum-a-bitch sees this kid tied ta the side o' the road and thinks they've hit pay dirt. He stops an' tries releasin' the slavekid so he can take it with 'im.

"Just as this dumbass tries ta unlock the kid. Bam! Gets a bullet right through the ol' skull. Lays him flat out; brains sprayed all across the desert.

"Then the slave's owner's jump inta action. They swoop in, take his ride, everything in it and of course, the kid and just disappear back into the wastes. Well at least the vultures get themselves a free meal."

"That's damn cold, even for the Scrubs."

"No kiddin', boss. Even the Nomacs don't go so low. Imagine what that does to a slavekid, seein' some asshole's brains blown out over an' over."

"Yeah, brain fries the slave I'm sure. Thanks for not stopping."

"No reason to; but no danger neither. No kid, no set up. They's long gone by now."

Well past that little scene and we both begin to breathe a little easier.

"Listen, boss we gotta pull over so'ins I can top off our tank with some petrol from one o' the cans. Wanna grab a little din while we're stopped?"

"Sure. I could use the chance to stretch my legs out."

We pull over for our pit stop. The sun is low in the sky now and I have no idea where the hell we are. It is too risky for us to return the way we came in. Too many people watching along the way. Even on my little weekender trip into the fringes of the Scrubs we never take the same way in and out.

I also have no idea where we will be spending the night.

I leave the boys where they are; Nathan in the front and Logan scrunched up on the floor in the back with his ring gag still in.

We make quick work of dinner, not even setting up a campfire. I get the slaves out for some exercise. I leave their arms tied behind them and shackle one of Nathan's ankles to one of Logan's. I remove Logan's gag and allow Nathan to see again.

I attach a leash to Logan's collar and make them jog along behind me for about ten minutes; around and around the truck as Sherpa fuels it up and repacks the little bit of stuff we took out for our dinner preparations.

As we hit the road again. This time with Nathan back in my lap and Logan lying down across the back seat. I make inquiries as to our accommodations for the night.

"It's a surprise, bossman."

"Surprises in the Scrubs usually aren't a good thing."

"Not the case here. No worries."

Chapter 20

We crest the top of a hill and just below us – not more than a mile away is a little complex of buildings. It's well lit and nestled in a niche in a rocky outcropping, well hidden and off the beaten path. It's pretty dark out right now, but the lighting around the buildings keep things bright and I can see that there is a ring of fencing around the entire complex.

We pull up to a gate in the security fencing next to a numeric pad. Sherpa reaches out his window and punches in a series of numbers. The gate begins to slide open. He drives through and the gate slides closed and locks itself automatically.

Inside the complex is what is obviously a house, there's a barn, some off-roading vehicles and a few smaller buildings dotted here and there.

Sherpa pulls up in front of the house, parks the truck and gets out. The door to the house opens and out runs a totally naked little red-haired boy.

"Master! Master!" he shouts in excitement. "You're home!" and takes a running-leap right into Sherpa's arms. Good thing he's just a little thing because with the force that he hit Sherpa with if he'd been any bigger he'd have laid Sherpa flat. I swear I saw the little slave's cock hard as a rock as he flew through the air into Sherpa's arms.

The little kid wraps his arms around Sherpa's neck and his legs around Sherpa's waist. The kid is a bundle of energy and except for the fact that he's totally naked and a red leather collar is padlocked around his neck this has all the sweet innocence of a father being welcomed home by a loving son.

"There's my boy!" Sherpa greets the kid and French kisses him. "Damn your tasty!"

"I missed you so much, master!" the kid replies.

"I know ya did, kiddo, I can feel it."

The little boy giggles and looks down toward his rock hard little cock poking Sherpa in the stomach.

"Who's this?" I ask knowing full well now that this is Sherpa's home.

"Sorry, boss, this is my slaveboy, his name is Brayden. Bray for short."

"Well hello there, Bray."

"Hello, sir." He replies much more softly as he snuggles his head into Sherpa's shoulder.

"Bray is a lil shy boy at first, but once he gets to know you…" Sherpa snuggles the little boy in his arms.

"I see, well you were right, he's adorable."

"Thanks. What about your two, ya gunna leave 'em in da truck all night?" he motions his head toward the two slaveboys looking at us from through the windows.

"Uhm, well I don't know." I'm actually confused by all this for a moment. "I guess not."

"Well ya can take 'em up to your guest room for da night, or we have some stalls in da barn or if you wants they can spend the night with Bray."

"Stables you say, interesting idea. Chain up the little beasts properly."

"If you like, boss. Bray gets to spend some time there himself, when he's a bad little boy, or playing pony. Don't ya kiddo?" he tickles the little slave's ribs with one hand and kisses the slave on his nose.

"Yes, master," the little boy giggles.

"Does he now? Hard to believe that this little one gets into trouble."

"Oh. He's got his moments. You knows wha' they say about red hair!"

"A little hellfire, are you Bray?" I ask.

"Sometimes, sir." He whispers to me but also shoots me a sly little smile and I swear I see a glint of boyish mischief in his eye.

"And if they stay with Bray, what does that mean?" I ask Sherpa.

"Well let me see," he puts Bray down on his barefeet and slaps his little tight ass, "Bray go and fetch the gentleman's bags." The little slave runs off to the truck.

"He's is too cute, you lucky sod! But he doesn't know which bags are mine."

"It's okay, boss. He knows which are mine so the rest must be yours. Look, you're still me boss right now, I'm still in your employ. So if'in I cross a line just tells me, no hard feelings. Bray is my slaveboy, no doubts, I keeps him all naked an' collared full-time. Ain't had a stitch of fabric on the lad ever since I got him. When he's bad or disobeys he gets punished. I use him for pleasure when I wants too. But I also do love the lil thing. He's got this way about him."

Bray runs by carrying the first of my bags into the house.

"Yeah I saw the way he greeted you. Nearly tackled you flat. It's clear he loves you too."

"Yeah, that he does. Anyway when he's behaved I let 'im enjoy life. Let 'im have a bit o' fun. Maybe, an' this totally ups to you, as I gots no say over another man's property, but maybe your two slaves can spend tonight with Bray and the three of 'em can just enjoy being little boys."

Bray darts out of the house and back to the truck picking up two more bags.

"Interesting." I ponder the proposal. "Having those two in my bed all night is very enjoyable too."

"Boss, you got all the other nights for that. But like I said I gots no say over your slaves an' you is my boss right now so what you says goes."

I think about it for a minute then get my signature little evil smile.

"You got a cock lock for Bray?" I ask.

"Yeah."

Bray darts back to the truck and with both hands lifts out the largest of my bags up and out and struggles to get it into the house.

"Good, let's put it on him. Here's what I am thinkin' for our three boys. I put mine in ankle shackles and bind Nathan's wrists and handcuff Logan. You can bind or not bind Bray anyway as you like. We attach their collars each to a chain in a single stall in the barn for the night. They can talk and tell scary stories or whatever it is Scrubs boys do for fun. Just wish I could lock up Logan's cock and balls for the night, don't want 'em having too much fun."

Sherpa just laughed. "I knew I liked you, boss! Great plan. It's win-win-win. But I gots another cock cage an' we can strap it tight around Logan's jewels. Three horny boys and no way for 'em to get over it! Ha!" his excitement was palpable.

Bray completes his little heavy lifting assignment and returns to Sherpa's side taking hold of his hand like any free boy walking down the street with his daddy.

He's bouncing up and down on the outside edges of his feet back to flat footed and back up. Then he runs one foot over the top of the other switching back and forth.

He's fidgeting, a slaveboy is fidgeting as he stands next to his master. But I can understand how he gets away with it. He's so open, so accepting of his place. So damn cute with his long darkish red hair and bright round blue eyes, his peaches and cream skin and his perfect rose colored lips. If he had been bound to the wall at the Dreamland Slave Ranch I might have just bought him instead of Logan.

"Bray, go inside and get your cock cage and the old one too. We needs it. And then come to the barn. We'll be in there."

Bray looks up at Sherpa and smiles from ear to ear and replies, "Yes, master." He drops Sherpa's hand and darts up the stairs into the house and up to what I assume is either Sherpa's playroom or bedroom.

"It will take 'im a mo, why don't we put Nathan and Logan in the barn?" Sherpa advises.

"Damn he took the toy bag inside, the shackles are in there." I realize.

"No worries, mate, I got a few extra sets in the barn from me ol' nabber days, they should fit nice and snug around them ankles." He winks at me.

We each carry a slave into the barn and put them in the center of three stalls. Sherpa gets the shackles and as I untie both slaveboy's ankles. I click a set onto Nathan and then one onto Logan, then I untie Logan's wrists and click a set of Sherpa provided handcuffs around his wrists.

Nathan turns around and presents his hands to me after I finish with Nathan. I untie them and he holds them side by side expecting me to handcuff him like his slave brother.

"No chance slave, your hands stay tied." I tell him. I cross his wrists and bind them up again with the knot well out of reach of his knot picking fingers and teeth.

He's disappointed but remains quiet.

Sherpa comes over with three lengths of chain and locks one each to a ring set in the three walls of the stall then hands two of them to me so I can lock them onto my slave's collars. The chains are quite large and heavy.

"Standard issue nabber gear?" I ask him.

"Something like that."

Bray comes bounding into the barn already locked in his cock cage. And carrying a second cage in his left hand.

"That's convenient." I say.

"He's a well-taught slave. Ain't ya kiddo?" Sherpa says and ruffles the slave's long mop of hair.

"Yes, master I am. Taught by the very bestest." He replies.

"May I?" I ask Sherpa gesturing that I'd like to look at the job Bray has done securing himself.

"Bray, position four." Sherpa orders.

Bray instantly snaps straight upright with his legs spread as wide as he can with his hands behind his head and his eyes looking up.

"Please," Sherpa says motioning for me to examine the slave's crotch for myself.

I reach down and lift his cock and balls. It's a small leather and metal cage he's locked himself into. A tight leather strap encircles the whole base of his package and is locked tight with a little padlock hanging under his balls. He's got it on so tight his little balls are stretched into a smooth round orb and standing proud from his little body. The locking strap is in the last notch, it's as tight as it can get.

"Nicely done, Bray," I compliment the slave.

"Thank you, sir," he replies in a more normal voice and smiles.

"Think you can do that to Logan?"

"Yes, sir. Uhm, who's Logan, Sir?"

"Logan is my slave there, the one with the blonde hair and his cock free.

"Master?" Bray asks Sherpa seeking permission to perform the task I have assigned him.

"Go on, do as you he tells ya."

"Yes, master." And again the boy darts over to Logan.

"Hello Logan, I'm Bray." He smiles, "Can you stand up and spread your legs so I can put this on you?" he says.

Logan looks at me not sure what to do. This little boy has just asked him to allow him to lock up his cock and balls. He obviously doesn't want to comply.

"Slave, stand and spread your legs now!" I order.

"Please, Logan. We've gotta." Bray pleads dangling the cage on his fingertips.

"Best to do it boy, I gots a cage in da cold, dark an' wet cellar your master can toss ya inta all by your lonesome." Sherpa warns.

"Trust me, you don't wanna go in there." Bray tells Logan.

Logan clumsily shuffles his shackled legs to get up onto his knees then onto his feet. He stands and pulls the chain between his ankles tight as he spreads his legs.

"Hands on top of your head slaveboy." I instruct him.

He obeys, but closes his eyes as Bray immediately sets to work securing his cock away from misbehaving slaveboy hands.

Bray threads Logan's small cock into the metal cage of the device. Logan begins to go hard and his cock swells to fill the little space the cage offers a slaveboy.

"Uhm, yeah you don't wanna be getting your cock all hard, Logan. Try not to do that okay?" Bray offers his advice.

Logan winces as Bray yanks the locking strap to the last notch and quickly and rather deftly snaps a little padlock into the hole on the post locking the cage to his body.

"All done." Bray tells Logan and gives the miserable and humiliated slaveboy a wide tooth-filled grin.

"Good boy." Sherpa tells Bray.

"Thank you, master." And he returns to Sherpa's side again taking his hand.

"Bray, the boys are gunna be spendin' the night out here just like they are. But so are you."

"Really, master?" his eyes light up and he begins to bounce a little on his toes in anticipation.

"Yeah. But first we's gotta lock your collar to the wall just like they are, plus I'ma gunna cuff you to."

Sherpa leads Bray, by the hand, to the chain waiting for him and clicks it in place. The boy sits down on the straw covered wooden floor of the barn and offers his wrists up for Sherpa to lock boy sized handcuffs in place.

Sherpa lightly bops the tip of Bray's nose with his finger.

"Okay slaves ya can spend da night talkin', getting' ta know each other, playin' games, sleepin' or styain' up all night long, or whatever. Just don't make too much of a ruckus." Sherpa announces.

"Thank you, master!" Bray blurts out.

"Thank you, sir." Nathan and then Logan say.

"No funny business, slaveboys." I warn

On the way out Sherpa picks up a well-worn soccer ball and nods to the slaves in the stall.

"Oh go ahead, you big softy." I tell him.

He tosses the balls into the stall for the boys to play with.

Back inside his house he gives me the quick tour of the ground level. There's the standard living and dining rooms, a central staircase, the kitchen, a half bath, and a room he seems to use as an office. The living room and dining room both have small cages in them though. And I notice rings placed on the walls and floors here and there. The bedrooms are upstairs he tells me, but leads me to down into the basement.

"This is what I think you'll enjoy seein'," as he flicks on the lights.

Before me there is an all-inclusive dungeon. Several small cages both puppy style and standing, just the right size for boys no larger then a teenager. Two bondage crosses, one traditional T and one St. Andrew's. A whipping post complete with shackles for little wrists, chains of all thickness and lengths hang from the ceiling at different spots. Bondage tables, spanking benches, a horse, and a sling, In one corner is a set of bondage chairs; one ladder style straight back; one with a quite big dildo sticking up in the middle of the seat; and one with no seat at all just two boards to support splayed legs leaving the cock, balls and ass all exposed. There are rings on the walls, in the ceiling and on the floor. Handcuffs and ankle shackles and collars too numerous to count. Whips from small penis sized to full sized bullwhips. Gags, hoods, harnesses, plugs, dildoes; leather wrist, ankle, waist, neck and thigh cuffs; gas masks, funnels, nipple and cock clamps, spreader bars, and it goes on and on.

I am dumbfounded at the amount of bondage equipment he has here. I am literally speechless. I had no idea that my friend and Sherpa was such an experienced sadist and slave owner.

"Here's the best." He leads me over to a dark corner of the cellar.

Before us is a very heavy and very solid looking wooden door. He unlocks the large iron padlock and swings the door open. The effort he has to put into opening it testifies to its mass. As he opens the door fully a single bare-bulb automatically lights up and illuminates a rusty, old, thick barred cage. That cage would be small for little Nathan to squeeze into, not to mention a fully-grown teenager. The vertical bars are set directly into the cement floor. The slave has to sit directly on the cold, hard concrete.

"Fuck me." I gasp.

"I wasn't kiddin' about that cage." He laughs. "See that there pipe? When turned on it drips water on the floor keepin' the it and this room and the slaveboy damp an' miserable."

"Fuck me, how hot would it be to see Logan in that thing." I muse.

"Once the door goes closed it's completely sound proofed inside." He adds.

"Dark, wet and silent. Scary place."

"Bray freakin' hates this room. Alls I gotta do is mention the cage, we calls its simply 'solitary' if'in he gets his red hair fire a'working and he settles right down. Most times anyways."

"You've had little Bray in this?"

"Hell yeah, one time the little thing pissed me off so bad I had him in it for a week!"

"Whoa, that is awesome."

"Yeah well maybe, maybe not. When he's in here then he ain't with me, if ya knows what I mean."

"I can see how that could present a problem."

"But a slaveboy's gotta learn."

"You bring him done here much?" I wave my hand across the room.

"About two, maybe three times a week when I'm at home. He's got one sweet hot lil mouth an' a nice tight bum. Plus the little slut loves most of it. He can't seem to get 'nough of da bein' tied up stuff."

"Nice. You got yourself a great set up here, mate."

"Thanks, boss. Feel free ta bring your boys down in here if ya wanna play with 'em a bit."

"Hmm, maybe I will. Will put a dent in the schedule though. I'll think about it, thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Back upstairs Sherpa offers me a beer and we sit down in the living room.

"Watch this." Sherpa picks up a remote and on pressing a button a wall panel raises revealing a screen.

The screen clicks to life and a full color image of the three slaveboys in the barn appears. Three naked shackled and cuffed boys, with their little cocks locked up sitting on the floor. They are pushing the soccer ball back and forth from one to the next in a circle. They are chatting away.

"Bray don't know 'bout the cam." Sherpa says.

"This thing got sound?"

"Oh yeah."

A click of a button and we hear their conversation.

Sherpa and I sit back, enjoying our beers and watching and listening to our slaveboys.

Chapter 21

The boys chat away about boyish things for quite some time. They seem to have made up some game with the ball and are counting points for themselves as they kinda toss it from boy to boy. I have no clue what the rules are, but I'm sure they understand it all.

"Ya know," I start, "The Scrubs is a very strange place."

"How so?" Sherpa asks.

"Well back in the Coastal we all have this image of the Scrubs as this depressing and dangerous place. Where everyone is starving, incredibly poor – selling their own kids for their next meal, willing to slit your throat for a piece of meat or can of gas. No tech to speak of. That everyone is roaming around with no home, dirty, on the verge of death. But then you take me to your sister's hotel, and Roy's little town. And now your homestead here. I mean you've got Coastal beer, electricity, and surveillance cameras."

"It helps when you got clients an' ties in th' Coastal." He laughs and raises his beer for a toast.

I tap his bottle with mine. "Most'a you Coastal types know about us Scrubbers is all from dem sterotypes. We's kinda like it that way though, keeps most of ya'll out of here" He laughs.

"But how do you and your sister do it? How does Roy do it? Real towns, some kinda society. When on the flipside families are having kids just so they can sell 'em to traders as slaves for a little money?"

"Boss, any society has its haves and have nots. Takes hard work and a bit o' luck, no doubt. Think 'bout dis – is everyone livin' in the Coastal rich an' loaded up with special tech?"

"No. Even in the Coastal there are the poor."

"Not so different then here and there, it's all kinda relative, ain't it."

"Guess so, guess so." Now it's my turn to raise my bottle to his wisdom.

"So where's all it come from?"

"All what?"

"Your electricity, your food, your water, your gas."

"We raise and trades for the food, got a well out back for da water, get the fuel from da Nomacs or lil traders in diff'rent towns. The electricity comes from solar and a little wind turbine up top the rocks."

"Don't you feel threatened living here with all this. Someone might get it into their head to come take what you got."

"I gots that fence all around and to back that up guns, lots o' guns."

"What about Bray, when he's here alone, how's he defend himself?"

"Oh, we've got a hidden safe place he can run off'in too if there's someone threatening."

"You've certainly done well for yourself, mate."

"Thanks."

We finish our beers and go through two more. Chatting away, with Sherpa giving me an education on life here in the Scrubs. All the while watching the slaves talking and playing ball.

The trip seems to be catching up with me now and combined with the beers I am about ready to pass out dead asleep on the couch. I bid good night to my host and go on up to my bedroom.

Bray has arranged my bags neatly next to each other with the one containing my extra clothing on the bed ready to be accessed. Well trained little ankle-biter indeed.

I strip down to my boxers and jump into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow I am fast asleep.

I wake up with a raging hard on. 'Fuck musta been from all that cock suckling this afternoon without shooting' I think to myself. I lay there hoping it will go away so I can get back to sleep. After what seems like an eternity it's still tree trunk hard. "Damn it!" I say to the darkness.

I rise and sit on the edge of the bed and click on the little bedside lamp. It's three-thirty in the morning.

"Fuck it, it's my property," I say to myself.

I go downstairs and out of the house heading toward the barn. Inside there is a dim light keeping the boys illuminated just enough to be watched on the hidden camera.

Two of the boys are curled up and sleeping quietly in their bondage and chains. Sherpa's slaveboy, Bray is sleeping next to my slaveboy, Nathan, the two are an intertwined mix of bound legs and arms. The soccer ball is just in front of Nathan. Little thing must have gone to sleep trying to hold on to it.

Logan is next to Bray but not touching him and sleeping on his back with his hands up over his head. I go over to the boy and place my hand tight over his mouth.

He wakes with a start, eyes wide open with fear from being awakened in such a way.

"Shhh, don't make a sound," I whisper the warning.

He nods his head and I let go of his mouth.

I have the key to his lock with me, having taken it from the table next to the front door of the house. And open the padlock securing the chain to his collar. I have him sit up and then I lift him up by tossing him over my shoulder. I hold on to him around the back of his thighs with my left arm.

I carry him out of the barn and back to the house and down into the basement. I put him down, spin him around and flip on the lights to the torture dungeon that awaits him tonight.

His eyes flash wide open in terror and he goes rock-solid rigid with fear. I'm sure that he's completely clueless as what ninety-five percent of the equipment in here is.

I lead him over to the spanking bench and uncuff his hands. Lifting him up I line his body up with the chest support and lay him on it. His chin at one end and his cock and balls at the other – hanging of the ends. I take his right wrist and place it on its support and pull the leather strap tight, next is the strap around his forearm then his upper arm just below his shoulder. Other then wiggling his fingers he can't move that arm at all. Then I strap his upper thigh, bend his knee and place his shin on that support and strap his calf and his ankle tight to the support. I do up his other leg and arm the same way and lastly the straps across his upper and lower back. He is now one with the bench. He can wiggle his fingers and toes and turn his head and that's all.

His ass is in perfect position for a good hard spanking or a nice long fucking. The soles of his feet are perfectly exposed as are the sides of his rib cage for tickling or whipping. Both equally torturous on a thirteen-year-old body. But I have plans for his body and they are all centered on his ass.

I locate a leather paddle from the assortment and go back to my very frightened little slaveboy. I swish it through the air a few times to get the feel and let him hear it's woosh.

Then I rub his ass gently with the leather instrument that will soon be causing him pain.

A quick back swing and swoosh. Slap!

"Arrrghh! Owww!" he hollers out.

Back swing and smack square on his tender ass.

"Aaaaarrrrrghhh! P…p…puh-lese stop!" he shouts in pain.

Another back swing; the telltale swoosh.

Smack!

"Arrrghhh, No! Puh-lease!" he shouts. Tears are pouring from his eyes.

Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. I lay into his ass in quick succession building on the pain.

He screams beautifully through the whole thing.

He pulls and strains against the multiple leather straps holding his down.

"P…ppp…puhlese, m…mm…master. I c…can't…t…t…take any… anym…m…more" he begs as I allow the pain to radiate form his ass out to the rest of his body.

He ass is nice and red and the heat coming off his skin is building.

I walk around the front of him and bend down to look him in the eye.

"Do you want to know why?" I ask.

"Please, d…d…don't, it…it h…hurtsss s…ssso m…much."

"Ask me why," I say.

"W…why?"

"Because, you're a slave and I'm your master," I inform him.

I can see the shock and horror slowly sink in. I can see that this is beginning to break him.

I go back to his rear and take a back swing and woosh.

Smack!

A new scream of pain and the intense crying starts again.

Smack, Smack, Smack.

Three in three different places across his ass.

A brief pause to allow his ass to warm up even more.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

Five quick ones.

He is totally defeated and sobbing and begging incoherently now.

I am so fucking hard. I shed my boxers and quickly lube my shaft up and place my head right at his little asshole.

"Ugh," I grunt as I push it in.

I get a whole new scream from the boy as his ass pops open to let me in.

I just keep going in deeper. No mercy.

All the way in. I wiggle my hips to drill it in as far as I can.

I quickly pull almost all the way out, and ram it home.

Another scream of pain from my slave.

Out, in, out, in, out, in.

A rough fuck. This is about me.

Over and over, in and out.

Won't be long now, I'm so damn worked up.

Pumping his ass for all it's worth.

I feel my balls tighten and I get that great tingling feeling.

I ram home and bury my cock in him deep. Oh man, it feels like I am hitting his tonsils with my dick.

My cock erupts. Wad after wad after wad of cum coats his bowels.

I collapse onto his back.

I can feel him breathing hard as well as his sobs as he cries from his beating and rape.

I kiss the back of his neck and flick my tongue on his ear.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had, Logan. I am so glad I bought you." I say gently in his ear.

I find some cream on the table and read the label. It's an herbal healing and cooling cream.

I open the jar and smell it. Smells great; a little bit spicy and little bit flowery.

I gently and lovingly rub some on his abused ass.

He tenses at the cool touch of the cream.

"Relax, baby. This will help." I reassure him.

His sobbing has died down now.

I massage the cream into his sore ass.

"There we go, feel better now?"

He nods, sniffs and softly says, "Yes, master."

I rub his ass a bit more.

After he stops crying I begin to release the straps one by one. He doesn't move a muscle.

I lift him up off the bench and steady him on his feet. The ordeal has left him weakened and confused.

Harsh beating and rape followed by tenderness after always has this effect on a young boy. It's one of my favorite things to do a boy. It seems to help really bind the slaveboy to a master.

I take his hand and lead him up to my bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. I turn on the water nice and warm and flip on the shower. Again hot running shower water in the Scrubs, it's like an oxymoron I think to myself. I lift him up and put him under the running water.

I get the shampoo and wash his hair. Then soap him up real good and wash his abused asshole clean of my cum, and rub and wash him down to his bare toes.

I lift him out, shut off the water and dry him off with a soft towel. I comb out his hair. I recuff his hands and he offers no resistance as I lock the cuffs around his wrists.

I lift his chin up with my finger so he's looking at me.

"Feeling better now?"

"Y…yes, master.

"I know you don't believe me now. But you will soon start to love what just happened to you. Just ask Bray, he'll tell you."

He just looks down at his feet again.

"Come on, little slave, time to put you back to bed."

I take him by his bound hands and lead him back out to the barn. I help him lay down in the stall and attach the lock to his collar.

"Good night, slave." And I kiss him on the lips.

"Good night, master." He whispers and closes his eyes.

I go back to my room and flop back into bed and fall back to sleep in an instant.

Chapter 22

I wake up and daylight is filling the room. I am on my stomach and as my brain restarts I fell something weird.

Then as the sleepiness haze clears from my brain I realize that my ass is being rimmed. I push myself up with my arms just enough to turn my head and gaze at my butt. Lodged there and working away is little Nathan with his nose wedged between my cheeks. His hands are bound behind his back. The sensations I am feeling tell me that his little pink tongue has found its target, my anus, and it is licking away and probing the opening.

"Mornin' boss!" Sherpa calls out from the doorway, "thought ya could use a nice wake-up call."

"Yeah, what time is it?"

"Just before seven. Thought we'd hit the road in about thirty?"

"Sounds like a plan," I reply, "but I hate to have him stop." I cock my head toward the little slave with his face buried in my ass.

"He seems ta be enjoyin' 'imself too."

"Well we can't have that, can we?" I chuckle.

"I'll have Bray take your bags back ta the truck, I'll be ready to go when you are." And he turns and leaves.

"Oh yeah, slaveboy, get it in there, good and deep," I order the little boy slurping and licking like mad.

He pushes his face in harder and deeper. His nose is completely nestled between my mounds. His eyes are closed and he curls tongue and pushes his fleshy cylinder just past the opening to my ass.

"Oh yeah, that's it little boy. Eat my ass."

I lay flat and let him work for a while. Under my stomach my cock is rock hard both from needing to piss and from the feelings the little guy is giving me.

He shuffles with his knees to push his face in harder and deeper, bobbing up every once and a while to get some much needed air. Then dives right back down.

I could lay here all day and let him perform his rim job, but I need to get moving so we can hit the road and I can get home. I am already behind schedule and will have a little explaining to do if I don't show up to work on the day they expect me back.

"Okay, slave, that's enough for now. Get up and go into the bathroom, kneel and wait for me there."

He clumsily kicks his legs around to get his balance and pull his upper body up and away from my ass. His whole face is awash with his own spit. He gets one foot then the other off the bed and bounds off to the bathroom his bound hands swinging behind him.

I roll out of bed and scoot myself into the bathroom.

There he is kneeling on the hard tile floor, waiting. He is kinda cute, for a regular looking kid and a runt at that. Something about his frailness adds to his adorability factor. He's so waif like.

"Ever serve as a potty, little boy?"

"N…no, master." A look a dread comes over him and his shoulder slump.

"Being a little human toilet is something that my slave will have to perform for me regularly. No time like now to start your training."

"O…okay, master."

I could see his eyes tear up a little at that idea.

"Open your mouth."

He opens as far as he can. I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth.

"Close your lips around the shaft, tight. Make a good seal with your mouth."

He does.

"I am going to pinch your nose shut to help you, you won't be able to breathe so don't panic."

He nods and watches my face intently as he holds my cock and listens to his instructions attentively.

"I'll go slow at first. You must swallow every drip. If you spill any on Sherpa's floor I will let him punish you for it."

He nodded again.

"Ready, slaveboy?"

One last nod.

I let a few drips out of my bladder and into his mouth. He screws up his eyes at the bitterness of the warm liquid flowing out of me.

But he swallows it down.

A little squirt this time filling his mouth about half way.

Again he bucks his whole body at the taste but in two big gulps he swallows it down into his tummy. His eyes remain shut. I can tell he is concentrating on not screwing this up.

Another burst of piss. This time a little more than the last time. Enough this time to swell his cheeks out with my golden nectar. He gulps it down into his gullet.

I let go of his nose, "Take a deep breath."

He does and I pinch his nose tight again.

"Get ready, I'm just gunna let it flow now, keep drinking it down."

He nods and mumbles, "uhm-hmm."

I let it flow, I try to control it so it is not too much for him to keep up with. But I keep the flow constant and steady.

His little throat convulses with his quick swallowing and his tongue tries to push against my slit to stop the flow. No good it just keeps on flowing out of me into him. His body twists and jumps while he does he duty. But with his hands tied behind him and me holding his nose fast he just bounces around like a little dolly on a string.

By the time I am sure he thinks he will either drown in piss or suffocate the last drops of piss exit my cock and onto his gentle tongue.

I let go of his nose and pull my cock out of my slaveboy urinal. He coughs and doubles over both from the lack of air and the bitter, bile fluid that he just sucked out of me.

"Puke and you'll be sorry." I warn him as he loses balance and falls over onto his side, his legs kicking wildly.

"You should be grateful for what I have just given you, slave."

"Y…yes, master." He coughs.

After I wash my hands and face and comb my hair I lift him back to his knees then up onto his feet.

"You're not going to be sick are you?" I ask him as I brush his hair and cheek with my hand.

"I don't think so, master."

"Good boy." I smile and poke him in his piss filled tummy.

"You go run down stairs and inform Sherpa that I will be down in two minutes and ask him to get you placed in the truck all ready to move out."

"Yes, master."

He tears off out of the bathroom and out the still open bedroom door. I can hear his barefeet pounding down the steps. When I said run, he took it to heart and is running down the steps. Can't be easy to run down steps with his hands tied behind him. At least he can listen and follow directions.

When I get back into the bedroom I notice all my bags are gone. Little Bray must have run quickly and quietly lugging the bags down to the truck while I was teaching little Nathan something new and exciting. Well exciting for me, anyway.

I get to the truck and there in the back seat are my two slaves lying across the backseat. Back to back with Logan's face pushed against the seat. Nathan is lying in front of him facing the front of the truck. The boys are head to foot with Nathan's head behind my seat and Logan's behind Sherpa's. Sherpa is just finishing securing the boys together. Their little hands are bound behind them and then tied to each other while little Nathan's ankles are tied to Logan's collar with some pieces of rope running between them. Logan's feet are lined up with Nathan's head and his ankles are tied tightly and directly to Nathan's collar forcing the little slaveboy to rest his head on Logan's barefoot.

"Ready to go, bossman?" Sherpa asks.

"Yup. Nice securing of the cargo."

"Thanks. Thinking they might enjoy this together time a bit."

"Where's Bray?"

"Oh, he's off in his alone room."

"Alone room?"

"That's what we calls his safe place he goes when I be working."

"Too bad I wanted to say goodbye to the little thing."

"No worries. He won't take no offence!" he laughs.

I look back at the two boys bound together in the back seat. I notice that Logan's cock is still in its cage.

"I see that he's still got your cage on him."

"I figure it's yours now. Seems only fair, the little-thing has one on his thing and Bray's is still a'wearin' his."

"Makes sense to me, while you're away he can't play."

"House rule, number twelve I think, once it goes on it stays on for at least a month. He hates that."

"I bet he does, good for you!" I laugh.

We exit Sherpa's compound and head back out into the open desert.

Chapter 23

Yet again I am lost by the boring expanse of the desert. Every so often we hear a moan or groan from the slaveboys bound together in the backseat. Most of the sounds come from Logan as he bumps his nose into the seat as we go over a bump or cross a depression in the track

I totally lose track of time, but the sun is now high in the sky; no longer behind us as we head west. We turn through another of the seemingly infinite bends in the track and there before us is a small caravan parked along side the road.

They are setting up camp and the fire is already going. Seems kind of early in the day to set up camp, but I guess when you roam the Scrubs all your life and have no particular place to be at given times, one can decide to rest or push on as one wants.

This is quite a set up. There are three large wooden carts and several horses and two full-size camels. Two of the carts have only one axle with two large wood wheels at either end. There is a post at the front end of each two-wheel cart acting like a kickstand balancing it so it stays level .The third cart is a traditional four-wheel cart.

The two, two-wheel carts have long arms extending out the front, I believe these arms are called tongues, and instead of the horses or the camels attached these pulling arms it's a set of chained slaves! One cart has a set of six boys. All the boys seem to be about the same age judging by their heights, I'd guess them to about fourteen or fifteen years of age. They are filthy, dirty and covered with dripping sweat.

All the boys are wearing nothing but leather harnesses secured tightly around their slim bodies. The harnesses start with neck collars; wrap around the shoulders and chest; down around their waist and through the crotch; and each thigh having its own leather cuff locked in place. It is indeed a full body harness. The harness in turn have three chains connected to one tongue of the cart. The chain is short and doesn't allow the boys the option of sitting down to rest.

All the boys have a bit strapped tightly into their mouths and all have their arms tied behind them at both the elbows and the wrists. And they are all hobbled with more leather around each ankle connected by a chain. They are simply two legged beasts of burden.

Of course the boys hold my attention, the cart by itself looks to be very heavy, but it isn't empty it is loaded down with goods and provisions adding what I could only guess to be hundreds of kilos of additional weight.

Some of the boys are shifting from foot to foot allowing one foot some rest while supporting themselves on the other foot. Others are leaning, as best they can, against the cart's tongues.

The other cart carries less cargo and that crew of slaves is made up of smaller boys and girls. There are ten of these weaker slave children all gagged and harnessed the same as their older counter parts. The four-wheel cart has a trailer style hitch off the front of it and it isn't attached to any slaves at all, it just rests on the ground. It is more of an old-style covered wagon deal than an open cart and I can't see what is inside it.

"Holy crap, it's Jake!" Sherpa blurts out and stomps on the breaks.

Both slaves in the back fly forward on the seat but manage not to fall off or hit the back of the front seats. We skid to a jerking stop; my slaveboys in the back bounce against the seat with a thud and a moan of pain from each of them.

"Jake?" I ask after I regained my composure from bracing myself.

"Ol' mate o' mine. We used to be on Roy's nabbing team. Ain't seen Jake in, what, ten, eleven years. Thought the blighter was dead!"

"Looks like he's doing well for himself, judging by this caravan." I say.

"Yeah, cheeky bastard!"

Sherpa jumps out of the truck and waves to his old friend. Jake apparently doesn't have as good a memory as Sherpa and pulls his gun and points it directly at Sherpa.

"Whoa, mate, its me!" Sherpa shouts.

"What the fuck?" Jake shouts back. "Can't be. Out here in a million square kilometers of wasteland and I find your ugly mug!"

"Yeah, small world ain't. Uhm, mate, wanna put the shooter away?" Sherpa points to the gun still pointed at him.

"Haha! You ain't planning on robbing me are ya?" Jake answers back as he slips the gun back into his pocket.

"Nope, you got nothin' I want."

"What the hell you doing out here, heard you went into the Sherpa biz."

"Exactly, mate. Taking his client home now." He motions to the truck with me sitting in it.

"Well any friend…" Jake says.

Sherpa makes a hand motion for me to get out of the truck.

I open the door slowly and walk over to Sherpa.

Sherpa makes quick introductions.

"Looks like you're doing pretty well for yourself here, Jakey," Sherpa says.

"Yeah, took some doing, but got myself a nice little tradin' inventory. I'll trade you anything I got 'cept the wagons. From the goods and provisions, to the horses and slaves." Jake answers.

"Don't need nothin'," Sherpa tells him.

"I bet not. Hey you still got that kid, the blonde one we took on our last nabbin' trip?" Jake asks.

"Nah, sold him off to the Nomacs 'bout three years ago. Got me a new one now though, little red-headed thing."

"Nice, red hair, very rare, bet you paid plenty for it."

"It was worth it, mate, believe you me!"

"Knowin' you – I have no doubt."

Then Jake turns to me, "What brings you out here?" he asks.

"Just making a couple purchases. That's all."

"Ah, thought as much. Find what you was lookin' for, or can I help you out?" Jake apparently is always the salesman.

"Thanks, but no, got my goods and am just heading back home now."

"You men had lunch yet?" Jake asks.

"Nope." I answer.

"Please, join me." Jake invites us to eat with him.

"Sure I could eat. But we'll have to eat and run, we're kinda on a schedule." I reply.

"No worries. Got the food already now. My son's out with the jeep hunting down dinner. But we can eat without him."

"Little David?" Sherpa asks.

"Not so little no more. He's a chip off the ol' block now. Would'a made a great nabber; I tell you what."

"Those days are gone," Sherpa observes, then spits out, "bloody Nomacs."

Jake and Sherpa keep talking about old times and catching up with the each other as we sit down to our meal.

They talk about nothing special, at times the conversation drifts to things Coastal and I put my two cents in. Meanwhile my two slaves as well as all the slaves in Jake's possession were completely ignored and left unfed and unwatered. We can hear caravan's slaves shifting their feet in the dirt as they adjust themselves, but none of us pay any attention to the animals. Those with four legs or two.

"Never guess what turned up along our travels. Some bastard's started using the ol' Judas Goat scam again."

"Yeah, slave baitin'," Been going on for about two months now. Didn't know they were this far west yet," Jake says.

"You knew about this shit?" Sherpa asks.

"I get around, hear a lot. Some new gang doing it. Don't know much about 'em, from the scuttlebutt though it seems like a lot of 'em, judging by the tracks they leave. I hear they are using a brother and sister as bait. Two cute twins, about ten-twelve years old. Don't know for sure, ain't been any survivors that I know of to confirm the rumors. Don't even know who's doing it; that's how good these guys are. Leaving no evidence."

"I can't believe that people are still fallin' for it," Sherpa says.

"Well as long as the dumbasses do fall for it – they'll keep doing it." Jake replies.

"Here's to less dumbasses in the world," Sherpa lifts his glass in a mock toast.

Jake and I follow suit and we tap cups and drink down the last drop.

"We should be hittin' that ol' dusty trail, Jakey mate." Sherpa says.

"No problem, I gotta feed and water the horses and camels anyways."

"What about the slaves?" I ask just out of curiosity.

"Fed them yesterday, give 'em some water later tonight. I don't spoil my merchandise." Jake states.

"Mind if I take a look over the boys quick?" I ask.

"Help yourself." Jake offers.

I go over to the boys chained to the cart. They are all too old for me, but still there are a couple cute ones in the pack. Under all the grime and sweat I'm sure they could be of interest to me for a quick fuck and torture session. Two of the boys are very well hung and have large low hanging balls. I weigh a set in my hand. The slave doesn't react in the slightest way.

I bounce them up and down. Still nothing from the teenage slaveboy. I squeeze the top of his large sack between my thumb and finger pinching the skin to tight I can feel his sperm tubes inside; and with a firm hold I give it a good yank straight down.

That wakes the slave out of his stupor and he bucks in his harness and chains and lets out a high pitched squeal of pain around his well-placed gag.

I get a good look at his face, he has bright blue eyes, exhausted eyes, but there is a spark of beauty in there.

The action taking place with the slave in front of me alerts the similarly hung slave chained right next to him and he starts paying attention and looks over at what I am doing.

I get a good look at this other slaveboy as he stares at me and the slave in my hand. Then it dawns on me. Under all the dirt and dust, that slave looks just like the one I am fondling. They are obviously brothers, very likely twins. I take a closer look at both boys; they are twins, identical twins no less. I think if they were properly cleaned off and properly chained up; they would be very attractive slaveboys. I've always wanted to play with a set of twins.

Sherpa casually walks over to me while I continue to visually compare the boys. I still have the one's ball sack in my hand and am twisting and yanking.

"Boss, we need to go. Now!" he urgently whispers in my ear.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Trust me, get in the damn truck," he pulls at my arm.

I do trust Sherpa and we quickly get back in the truck and he takes off with immediacy but not with alarm to unnecessarily alert Jake.

"What's going on?" I ask as he slowly increases speed.

"I took a sneaky peaky inside dat covered wagon."

"Yeah, so what was inside?"

"In there was two little slaves, one boy one girl, looked near starving, each bound and gagged in their own cage. Looked so much a'like they had to be twins. Also had a nice supply of wooden poles with chains all stacked up between the cages too."

"You don't think…"

He cut me off, "Jake's the fuckin' slave baiter."

"So all those goods, all those slaves… stolen."

"Should'a known it. Jake's too stone-stupid to build a trade that large. Only way he could have gotten that level of inventory was to steal it."

"Fucker."

"Tell me about it; think you knows a man. Bastard used to be a mate o' mine."

"No I mean, fucker, he's got himself two sets of twins!"

"Even in the Scrubs, slave baiters are scum, boss." Sherpa points out.

"That may well be…" I say. "You make your living in your way, he makes it in his way. All's well that ends…" I trail off. I guess you have to live here to fully understand the politics that rule his place. Being from the Coastal I just assume that murder and theft are part of everyday life out here.

We travel the next few miles in silence. Sherpa is mad, but he soon settles down.

I gaze back at my little packages on the back seat they are jiggling and jostling about with the movement of the truck.

"You gotta pee little slave?" I ask Nathan as I rub his tummy.

He nods yes.

I smile.

"Got a thing for twins, boss?" Sherpa breaks his silence.

"Yeah, always thought it would be interesting to get a set of twin boys, secure them exactly the same way, but separated from slight of each other. Then torture one and record the reactions of the other while I'm doing his brother. See if the one left alone reacts at all to his brother's pain and arousal."

"Interesting," Sherpa observes, "Ain't never thought of that before."

"Don't think there would really be any reaction, but then I could do it vice versa. More fun for me, right? And just imagine how great it would be to make them have sex with each other or to force one to torture the other."

"That would be hot, boss. But how would you get one to torture the other. Could a someone put his brother in pain? Wouldn't he just take the punishment for not listenin' thereby savin' his bro the torture?"

"Oh, no – see if he doesn't torture his brother good enough, then the brother he was supposed to torture receives the punishment, not the torturer."

"You're a devil for sure. He causes pain to his brother either way. At his own hand or at yours."

"Plus he still has to torture his brother after I am done, so the slave gets twice as much torture as he would have gotten if his brother had just done it right in the first place. See? But there's always a chance that the brothers will just do each other without being forced, one never knows with slaves. But just think if Roy had made that older escapee torture the little boy as punishment for both of them. They'd both be in total pain, physical and mental."

"That's incredible evilness, boss."

"Yeah, cool ain't it?"

"Too right."

"What about them two back there? Gunna try that with them?"

"Oh I think we'll get to that sooner or later." I pat Nathan's crotch putting pressure on his full bladder.

Fifteen minutes have passed and I ask Sherpa to pull over so I can let Nathan relieve himself.

We make quick work of untying the slaves from each other, but leave their wrists and ankles tied tight. Sherpa carries Logan and places him on his knees about three feet [90 cm] from the truck. I carry Nathan and stand him up right in front of Logan.

I pull the pod completely out from between the little slave's legs and scoot him closer to Logan.

"Open up, slave and put your mouth right over these holes. You will swallow every single drop that comes out or you'll ride the rest of the way home tied to the roof again." I order the kneeling slaveboy.

He shifts his weight around and positions himself as directed. He clamps his open mouth around the bottom of the little cock pod and is looking up into Nathan's face.

"Okay, little slave, you may piss now," I tell Nathan.

"Master?" he turns and asks.

"I said piss. That's my piss inside you and you'll pass it to this other slave and you'll both be grateful!" I slap him twice with my hand square on his bare ass.

The force of the spanks jolts the slave forward dislodging Logan from his position. Not wanting to ride on the top of the truck again, of just to avoid more punishments, he quickly scrambles back into place and sucks the pod back into his mouth.

Nathan looks down at the older and bigger slave; a few tears escape his eyes.

Logan just nods his head urging the little slave to just do it and get it over with.

I see Nathan's little tummy muscles begin to strain and he shuts his eyes to concentrate. Then with a little grunt he exhales and I can see Logan's throat begin to swallow down the yellow nectar from his fellow slave.

The pod is designed to only allow the piss out of three small holes at the bottom so as Nathan continues to piss and piss harder the pod will fill up and drown his cock and balls with warm wetness. It will all drain into the slave sucking the pod empty. In one way Logan has it easier than Nathan did this morning, he won't be getting a full-force piss down his throat, just a gentle trickle. But on the other hand my piss will be made stronger and more acrid and bitter by passing it through the little slave first.

"You better be able to drink it all and enjoy it, slave." I tell Logan.

He continues to concentrate on his task sucking the leaking pod like a monkey sucking grapes.

A minute or so later and the little slave stops pissing and a look of relief overcomes him. The pod is still filled with piss though and the kneeling slave is sucking away like a newborn babe at his mother's tit.

After the piss is fully consumed I lift Logan up and stand the boys back to back. I rub his newly piss filled tummy.

"Feel better, slave, now that you've had something to drink?" I ask the clearly nauseous slave.

He opens his mouth and little burp escapes before he can answer, "Uhm, n…no, master. I don't feel to good." He says.

I gently rub his tummy and look him in the face.

"Are you gunna puke?" I ask.

He swallows hard and thinks about it for a moment, "I…I don't… don't think so, master," and he burps again.

I take a long piece of rope; wrap it around the bodies of the back to back boys tying the two slaves to each other. Their hands find each other and interlace their fingers. I grab the bound up boy bundle under their arms and Sherpa slings their ankles under his arm. We toss them into the backseat for the ride to the Coastal and their new home.

"How much longer 'till we hit the border?" I ask.

"Couple hours." He answers.

"Good, it will be good to get back home."

"Boss, ain't slaves frowned on in the Coastal?" he asks redundantly, "how you planning on getting them two across the line?"

"Just leave that to me, when we get to the checkpoint, let me do the talking."

"You're the boss, boss."

"We are almost home slaves." I tell them.

Chapter 24

"Boss, we're at 'bout half a hour from your favorite stop," Sherpa says, referring to my usual choice of boy brothel.

"So, do you need to get your rocks off, mate?" I ask.

"Not at the mo. But thought I'd tells ya, just in case… you know," he cocks his head toward the back seat.

"Oh I see, in case I wanted to drop off the little one."

"Yeah."

"I've thought about it. If he'd have been a free nab I might have just tied him up along side the road and let the next guy take him home. Just think of that Nathan, you could have been out there for hours or days. Alone, naked, thirsty, hungry and of course all tied up tight as hell. Maybe no one would have stopped to pick you up, thinking it was a trap and they'd just as likely get a bullet through the brain for all their trouble."

I evilly tease the slave with my words and rub his bare flesh with my hand as I speak. He is trembling and the look in his eyes is of primal fear. Surprisingly he remains quiet.

"But it wasn't a fee nab, little thing cost me some dosh. So I either sell him and try to make my money back or better yet a profit or I keep him and take my investment out on his body." I keep rubbing him.

"So does I turn here and head for a slave sale or keep moving toward da checkpoint?" Sherpa asks.

"Hmmm, I don't know."

"What do you think Slaveboy Logan, do I keep Slaveboy Nathan?"

"Uhm, me master? You're asking me, sir?" he asks shocked.

"Slave, this is probably the only time I will ask your opinion about anything. Think carefully."

Nathan facing the back to the truck breaks his silence, and the rules, and whispers, "Please Logan, I don't want to go away."

"Quiet, slave," and I slap the side of his ass hard with my hand.

"So what will it be slave, do I keep him or sell him? Answer me, answer me now!" and I slap his ass for good measure.

"Keep him please, master. Please don't sell him," he says.

"Interesting. What a selfless little slaveboy you are. I mean you so want to have a fellow slave with you that you're willing to share a little cage with him; share the food and water I am going to allow you with him; and just think of all the things I can and will make you two do to each other."

"Less food, master?" Logan whines.

"Of course you silly boy, you think that I'd splurge on extra food to feed two slaves when I had only planned on owning one?"

"But…"

I cut him off, "But you made your decision, since you're willing to share with the little slaveboy I guess I can afford to keep both of you."

"What do you have to say, Slaveboy Nathan?"

"Thank you, master and thanks Logan." He answers.

"And what do you say, Slaveboy Logan?"

"Uhm, ah, you're welcome."

"Such good little slaveboys." And I swat both of them on their asses.

"Well there we have it, all settled, we keep heading toward the checkpoint." I tell Sherpa.

"Yup, seems so. Nice touch there."

"Thanks."

I tap both the control boxes for their contacts turning them on and blinding them for the remainder of the trip, I won't let them see anything again until they are installed at home in their new lives.

Nathan lets out his little trademark whimper at being blinded once again.

We travel a little distance on, the sun is on the horizon and there in the distance are the lights from a city, a Coastal city, my hometown. I breathe a sigh of relief. After all the craziness of traveling deeper into the Scrubs than I had ever been before. Seeing things I could only dream in my most evil of wet dreams and slaveboys being used in all sorts of ways from pack animals to simple playthings and companions, I was finally within sight of my own home. Soon I will have two boys in my house to use, to play with and to torture in any way I like.

I was not kidding about not increasing the food rations for the boys. And they will spend a lot of time tied together and caged together. Naked boy flesh against naked boy flesh.

Besides having two slaveboys will give me one to play with while one is recovering. Recovering and recouping from simply being worn out or from other strenuous activities.

"Stop here for a mo." I tell Sherpa.

I quickly hop out of the truck and grab two gags from my bag. I put a large red ball gag into the little mouth of Nathan and a penis gag deep into the mouth of Logan. From this point on these slaves will be seen and not heard.

Chapter 25

"There's the checkpoint, hope you've got that trick up'in your sleeve ready to get us through there," Sherpa says.

"No worries, stop a little bit in front of the gates and turn off the truck." I tell him.

He pulls up several meters in front of the checkpoint. We have aroused the guards' attentions. However we are still in the Scrubs and not under their direct jurisdiction, yet. We won't be until we are between the barrier on this side and the second barrier on the Coastal side. In between those two barriers is room for one vehicle at a time, it's brightly flood lit and under the watchful eye of numerous camera lenses.

I get out of the truck and walk causally to the guardhouse. Once I step on their sidewalk I am subject to the laws of the Coastal. A guard comes out to investigate the situation, a second stands behind him with his hand poised on his sidearm.

"What's your business here?" the first guard asks as I step on the pavement and present myself.

"Just looking to get home tonight." I answer.

"We'll need to inspect your papers, vehicle, cargo, and passengers, please pull up to the gate for inspection."

"I don't think that will be necessary gentlemen," I say to both of them. I reach into my pocket with my left hand. The backup guard unsnaps his holster and begins to lift his pistol out.

I raise my right hand to reassure him.

"That won't be necessary, but I do understand. I am not armed," I am not lying my gun in still in the truck. "If I may present you with this," I hand him a simple plastic card.

"A travel pass?" the first guard takes and looks at it questionably

"Please, swipe that through to verify it," I offer

"Be right back, please wait here." He informs me.

"No worries, mate."

We walks back into the guardhouse, but the second guard stays put his hand still on his sidearm, which is resting in its holster once more.

A few minutes later, after running my pass through the reader and getting computer verification of the information it contains the first guard returns.

"Sorry for delaying you Sir, please pass through immediately, we won't delay you any longer." He says.

I signal over to Sherpa of come over with the truck – he fires the engine and drives up.

I take my travel card back from the outstretched hand of the guard and jump back into the passenger seat. Meanwhile the first barrier gate has opened.

"Let's go, mate." I tell Sherpa.

Sherpa drives right into the inspection area, slowly. Before the first gate closes the second one starts to open. Something they never do on routine pass throughs.

"What the fuck?" Sherpa asks, surprised.

"Pays to have friends, mate, pays to have friends." Is the only answer I give him.

"Welcome to the Coastal slaves!" I announce once clear and smack both their asses twice to welcome them home.

Every little Scrubs boy's dream is to someday live in the Coastal. But I am sure neither one of these pieces of slaveboy meat wanted to be brought in tied up tight as a slaveboy to a sadistic owner.

Signs of civilization reappear quickly once inside the Coastal. Houses, apartment buildings, stores, paved streets, and parks. Sherpa drives deeper toward the city. The sunlight fades and the streetlights come up.

I give him the last minute directions to take me to my home.

He pulls up the drive and stops next to my security keypad, I roll down the window and give my thumbprint and punch in my code. The house lights come on and the garage door opens.

"Please pull right inside, no need for the neighbors to see the cargo."

He parks; I hop out and close the door.

"Alright slaves," I drag them out of the back seat and they scramble to get their feet under them on the hard and I assume somewhat chilly cement of the garage floor.

They are still bound back to back, but not for long as I unwrap the ropes around them and stand them side by side.

I put my hands on both their heads. They are nervous and I am sure very scared as I begin to talk.

"Slaves, this is your new life. Forget your past, from now on you only live for the moment and do what you're told to do. You don't think or wonder about tomorrow and don't dwell on the past, learn quickly and you will avoid punishments. Learn from those punishments. Learn to get pleasure from serving and from the pain you will experience. Some things you will learn to enjoy; others you never will. But know this, you are here for my enjoyment and pleasure only, I have no concern about yours. Please me and you will receive rewards, disappoint me and you will be punished. Often together even if only one of you is the offender. Do you understand this?"

They slowly nod.

"Little liars, you might understand the words but you have no clue what all that actually means. But I will let that pass this time, you're too inexperienced to know any better.

"From this moment on neither one of you has a name any more. Slave Logan, you will now be known as slaveboy a and Slave Nathan you will be known as slaveboy b. When allowed to talk you will refer to each other only in this way. I will only call you by these names. Use of your former name or using the former name of your fellow slave will immediately get you one hundred hits with the paddle. Failure to respond to these names will get you the same punishment."

I give them a minute to absorb these new rules.

"Slave b, nod your head if you understand this."

The little boy nods.

"Slave a, shake your head if you understand."

The taller slave makes one nod yes, but quickly realizes his mistake and shakes no. A deliberate order to confuse the boy and see how closely he was listening.

I grab the boy by his arm, spin him around and give him ten quick slaps to his bare ass with my hand.

The sound of hand against bare ass makes slave b jump in shock at the noise. By the tenth hit slave a is moaning in pain. The spanking wasn't hard enough to make him cry, but his ass is red and it got his attention.

"Listen more closely next time, slave a."

"Sherpa if you will help me with the cargo here. We'll take them to the storage facility."

"You got it, boss."

He grabs slave b's arms and I take slave a's and lead them blind, bound, and dumb into the house and down into the basement dungeon and slave storage facility.

We drag the two very nervous slaves down two flights of hard concrete stairs; each set is twenty steps long. Deep under my house, underground. They will spend most of their time here. If they are well behaved and I am feeling generous they might get taken into the main house and get to see the outside, the sun, and a tree through a window on their way to the bedroom, bathroom or wherever I want them. They are not here for domestic chores, I have a service for cleaning and I eat out or cook my own food. They are here for my sexual and sadistic enjoyment, nothing more.

At the bottom of the second flight I unlock a solid steel door and we pull the slaves inside, I lock the door and standing there I tap the buttons on the contacts' controllers and allow the slaves to see.

We are in a simply utilitarian gray concrete hall. Poured in foundation forms – the joint lines are still visible where the wet goo seeped between them. It looks like a place used to hold people inside forever with no hope of escape; it's meant too. There are no words, no colors and of course no pictures on the walls.

As we walk down the wall we pass four doors, two on each side. Each identical to the entry door, solid steel and heavy – all locked with a large padlock.

Directly ahead of us is a small, half-sized door at the end of the hallway, it's directly opposite the entry door.

I hand my slave over to Sherpa to hold and unlock the little door and swing it open. It's deliberately squeaky on its hinges. The slaveboys see their new bedroom for the first time.

It's a cell, a very small cell, built to hold one slaveboy in simple comfort. He'd have enough room to move about without cramps or a more dangerous health concern – deep vein thrombosis. But for two slaves it will be even tighter and to move about they will have to crawl over and around each other.

I untie both slaves' hands and then remove their gags.

"Hands and knees and crawl inside."

They both drop down, for slave b it's the first time in several days his hands haven't been bound in some way. Slave a crawls inside. Slave b is trembling in fear, no doubt memories of his father's abuse resurfacing.

"Go ahead, slave b, this is not a choice. Its clean and safe and there are no bugs in there," I reassure him. I can have him freaking out inside with another slave there, they could both be hurt.

He takes his time but slowly a hand move forward, then a knee.

"Go on, slave b, you won't be alone, slave a is there with you."

He picks up speed, just a little and eventually crawls inside. I let him go at his own pace, again not wanting him to panic and freak out.

Slave b turns around and snuggles next to slave a. They both sit all the way in the back leaning against the hard concrete wall. Slave a has several centimeters of headroom remaining while the smaller slave b has even more. They are hip to hip and wedged between the sidewalls. Their legs are stretched out in front of them, toes pointing toward the roof of the cell.

"You are allowed to talk quietly to each other but remember slaves – call each other by the names I just gave you."

I close the door, there is no light inside and it instantly becomes pitch black, and click the lock shut in its hasp.

"Nice set up, boss." Sherpa compliments.

"Thanks."

"Can I asks ya what's behind dem doors," he points to the two sets of doors on the sidewalls.

"One is a full bedroom, all luxury linens, rugs, drapes, and soft king-sized bed. Another is a full-fledged dungeon, good enough to rival your own. Another is a medical set up, ankle stirrups, cold metal medical bed, bathroom, shower, stuff like that; and the last one is just an empty little room with padded walls. Planning on it being good for isolation and punishment."

"Devious." He says in awe.

"Thanks, let's head upstairs and I'll get you the rest of your fee."

We exit; I relock the entry door and we head up.

"You planning on heading back right away?" I ask.

"Yeah, I should be getting' back, gunna take some time off, plannin' to spend it with Bray, little guy's been neglected this past month or so, I've been so busy."

"It's pretty late, sure you don't wanna stay over and go tomorrow?"

"Thanks for the offer, boss, but night don't scare me. Plus you got dem two little tikes to play with. I don't wanna intrude."

"No worries on intruding, I plan on leaving them there for at least a day, maybe two. Good to break their spirits right way and get them all Stockholm Syndromed."

"Well I guess since you gots your own stock now, you won't be needing to come into the Scrubs for fun again?" Sherpa asks.

"Oh you never know, my friend. I wouldn't mind seeing young Bray again, and I am still very curious about what's happening with those two brothers back in Roy's little village. I'd like to know the outcome of that little punishment. If I visit there again will both boys have all ten little toes?"

"Well you be always welcome. You know how to reach me."

I pay Sherpa the balance of his fee for services rendered with a nice little bonus as well. He says his thanks yous; we unload the rest of my gear and he heads out, back to the checkpoint and his home.

I watch from the end of my drive was as the taillights get smaller and eventually disappear around the corner. He's right I won't be going into the Scrubs as often. But there is something about it. It's such a place of contrasts; a mix of interesting characters; harsh examples of inhumanity and depravity; and little gems like Sherpa and Bray and even the softhearted Peg. Now that I have my appetite whetted, I might find an excuse to travel there now and then.

I head back into my home and up to my bedroom, my upstairs bedroom. I flip on the surveillance system in the slave's cell, it's audio only. I expect them to be talking up a storm, trying to find comfort in the darkness and from their individual fears. But as I unpack I hear nothing, no chatting at all

I stop my unpacking and just listen carefully to the audio. I hear breathing; little in takes of air into little boy lungs. Then it dawns on me that they are sleeping. They must have been totally exhausted to fall into dreamland so quickly.

I went into the Scrubs with my friend and guide with the intention of buying one slaveboy for me to play with. Unplanned, but not unwelcome, I came home with two and a whole week's worth of new experiences as well. But I think the experiences I will have over the coming weeks, months and years as I train these two slaves will far overshadow the past week's.

But those are other stories, yet to be had and yet to be told.

Thank for you riding along on my little expedition, but like the two slaves in the cell I am dead tired too. I am going to crawl into my large and very soft bed, with my silk sheets and feather-pillows and drift off to sleep myself. I think that all three of us will be dreaming the same dreams tonight, me about the enjoyment I will be getting out of these slaves' bodies and screams; and the slaves dreaming about what terrors await them in the future.

Good night!

The End