Dirt

Boy Swap

Showing on Kade Brown's HD computer screen were the overlapping photos of three of the most lust inspiring boys ever seen on a boy porn site – Ok, a exaggeration, but not by much. In all their 1080p glory on his 23 inch [58 cm] computer screen, were a stunningly svelte Latino, a small blue-eyed, blond-haired beauty, and a mocha hued African with black eyes so large and soulful, you could get totally lost in them. Pointing rigidly forward from the groins of each of these boys (perhaps given Viagra for the photo shoot), and indicative of age and immature development, were boy sized penises all in the 3 to 4 inch [7½ to 10 cm] range. Only on the Latino was the wrinkled scrotal sac somewhat conspicuous.

But it was the attached text which eventually captured the avid attention of Kade Brown. With ever increasing surprise, excitement, and penile tumescence, Kade read the extraordinary advertisement.

Kade Brown skimmed through the remainder of the text and then skipped down to the current boy offerings. Boys others have decided to offer for swap. He was disappointed to discover that more than half the boys had already been swapped or otherwise claimed pending tests for promised health or providing other necessary bona fides. Image portfolio after image portfolio of boys, ages, all the way from 5 years to a youthful looking 17 year old, were available for perusal. They ran the full gamut of ethnicities, from blondest Scandinavians to the blackest Africans, from the darkest of Mediterranean and Indian, to the most exotic of Orientals and Latinos.

Kade was specifically looking for that special Oriental boy, with slightly dusky skin, slim small body, and smoldering looks. His special boy he wanted to be small, young, and more 'delicate' looking – totally vulnerable, and with that wistful smile. He himself was not quite 6 feet [1.80 m] and handle.' But also one who could be that special companion. One that could enjoy their man-boy rapport. A boy…

Kade shook his head, at least figuratively, and wondered just what the hell he was thinking. He had no boy with which to swap. But he couldn't help himself. And then, right there on his screen, was HIS boy. The image sequence engaged his full lustful focus. And below the images:

After looking at this offering, and especially the images of this one particular boy, Kade could not stop fantasizing about actually having this particular boy for his very own. Over the next several days this boy had almost become an obsession. At times he could almost envision the naked youth across the room engaging in some 'boy-thing' while his 'master' was working. And of course later that evening, engaging in most satisfying sexual congress.

Each day, after finishing up his self imposed regimen of completing a minimum of 25 pages – having finally enjoyed some success as a writer of youth fiction – Kade would look at the Internet site, with anxious anticipation, to see if 'his' boy had yet been claimed.

Kade Brown, had a life of 'almost.' Having been a good athlete, he almost succeeded as a wide receiver in a Division One football, until a knee injury had him forego athletics and concentrate on academics. Finally after having passed the bar in the state of New York, he had once almost made partner in a prestigious law firm, but eventually caved beneath the brutal competition and horrendous work load. He finally found moderate success in a much more user friendly occupation, that of a fiction writer, which surprised himself almost as much as it did his few close friends. He now occasionally did pro bono work for a few special friends, or for the very occasional guy just caught up in the system and needing help. Being once married, he had almost had a happy family. Unfortunately his near exclusive attraction to his same sex, and continued difficulty satisfying his wife, was not conducive to a continued marriage. His wife had sued for divorce only five months after the birth of their own twin boys. That was a bit over eight years ago.

Kade Brown

"Kade, long time friend! For what do I owe this call? Find that special boy yet?"

"That's one of my problems Mark. Do you know about that site from Masterson & Boyle?"

"Well, if its what I think, I know about it, but have never gotten their special address nor the password."

"I can give you the site address, but they have set up a very involved set of passwords. They are individual and they only work once. And you have to get their own OK. I was lucky to actually have meet one of the officers at a show last year in the Caribbean. I do know they work out of a resort on one of the small independent islands there."

"So what's the problem?"

"It gets involved Mark. It involves my sons and well, I'd not like to mention anything more where unwanted eyes and ears could possibly get involved?"

Problems with the authorities – always trying to invade the privacy of Internet users with their computers now which can now sift through literally billions of terabytes a second looking for key words or phrases.

That very evening Mark Manuel, a Manhattan MD pediatrician with a very very select clientele, (his soubriquet was 'pedo doc' in certain circles) was entertaining his friend, Kade Brown.

Kade was quite stunned when, at the inner door of the doc's penthouse suite, he was met with a mostly naked dark skinned Oriental boy, possibly of Thai ethnicity, who could have not been more than 6 or 7 years of age. Probably about 3 or 4 inches shy of 4 feet [1.10 m], and typically 'boy slim' at about 40 to 45 pounds [18 to 20 kg]. Though the boy was essentially naked, the boy's face was partially masked by a boy sized leather muzzle, evidently holding the boy's mouth closed. Fortunately, in Kade's estimation, delightful little boy shaped penis, circumcised and pointing upward & outward a surprisingly fiercely rigid 3½ inches [9 cm] atop an equally large sized and very wrinkled scrotal sec, was on full display. This remarkable asset was much darker than the dusky skin around it. But what was even more remarkable than the boy, were the extreme measures keeping the boy in substantial restraint. There was the muzzled mouth, with three straps forming an upside down 'Y' along the boy's small and slight upturned nose, and after joining wending it's way over the boy's head and joining the other strap at the base of the boy's head, holding it secure. The boy's straight black hair was trimmed very close showing a delightfully perfectly formed skull. Below this muzzle was a relatively large metal collar, about 1 by ½ inch [2½ by 4 cm] in cross section, and with no apparent seam, and four small attachment places. In addition to the collar was a leather-covered framework from collarbone to skull, which held the boy's head in a fierce immobility with the framework attached to straps which traveled under his slight arms and across his chest. Later I was most appalled when I noticed rigid portions of this same framework entering the boy's ear canals. There were wide leather covered metal cuffs locked onto his four extremities. A small chain, no more than a foot long [30 cm], hobbled the boy's feet, and another one, about 3 feet [90 cm] long and attached to his wrist cuffs, and was threaded through relatively large rings piercing the flesh of the boy's dark aerolae just below the diminutive nipples.

Kade was instantly hard, wishing he could get a good look at the boy's butt hole.

The small boy, his amazingly inviting butt and smooth skinned back came into full view, as he bowed in an obviously formal display. He straightened and took a hold of the man's hand with his own as he directed the visitor into the beautifully decorated main room of an obviously multi-million dollar suite.

The handsome Dr. Mark Manuel stood and treated his visitor as the boy knelt beside his master. "I hope the décor pleases you?"

"By 'décor' you mean your boy? I am stunned. I was not aware that you had finally acquired a boy of your own."

"A boy with delights my heart and my loins. He is well trained in the arts of man-boy sex. I have had him now for almost two years."

"Two Years!" Mark thought. He replied: "How young was he when you procured him? He can't be more than 7 years now."

"Actually, Kavi here is a cute Thai boy I obtained in an auction held in Singapore. Apparently a younger son and sold by his parents. He is my house boy and bed boy. And quite enthusiastic in his duties. And he's actually 8 years old."

Kade could not actually determine just how enthusiastic the boy was, being so constricted and controlled. But just when he was about to ask a question his friend intervened.

"How about I allow the boy to express his own feelings." At this he commanded the boy to stand before him. He then proceeded to remove first the boy's posture device and then his muzzle. He noted not just the severity of the posture frame, but also the interior mouth gag attached to the muzzle.

"You may work out the kinks boy, and then greet out guest."

The boy worked his mouth and neck for several moments and then turned towards his guest with seemingly not the slightest regard to modesty.

With a slight formal bow the boy smiled and stated: "Ah. I mean this slave boy…" he looked towards his master for approval, and then continued with a slight giggle, "this slave boy welcomes you to his master's ab… abo…"

He looked to his master again who prompted: "Abode."

The boy smiled demurely and continued. "To our, I mean my master's abode. Do you wish something to drink?"

Kade was delighted in both the body of the boy and his behavior. "Yes Kave. Perhaps a cognac. Neat."

The boy looked to his master again for help.

"The blue container. No ice."

The boy shuffled across the thick carpet in his bare feet as quickly as his hobbling chain would allow. Kade enjoyed this view as well as the former one.

"Amazing. I am envious. How do you keep him a secret?"

The moment was interrupted by a strong huffing sound from the cute slave boy.

"Boy, what did you just do?"

The boy looked back with acute guilt bit not the slightest fear.

"Sorry master, but I never tasted the blue one before." And then in a more formal note spoke evenly: "I… I mean this slave boy will accept punishment as ah… his master wishes."

"Come here boy." Mark tried to put some severity in his voice but failed miserably.

The boy put down the container and glass, and paced over to his master where he knelt, but his gaze upwards seemed not at all retentive. Where he pocked up the small strap Kade did not notice.

A small swipe on the boy's butt brought forth a small gasp but no tears. The boy then went back to his duties.

"I'm afraid that the boy suffers from a great lack of discipline. I do not have the hearty to actually hurt him. That strap hurts his feelings more than his hide. I once tried to punish him by keeping him in chastity when we were having sex one evening but I couldn't abide the boy's hurt feelings."

The conversation then wended his way to the amazingly cute Thai boy, his apparently oversized genitalia, and the severity of his bondage.

"First of all Kave is just over 8 years of age, and the only education he's so far had are the lessons I've given him. He is quite intelligent and can now even read English quite well. You have heard his command of the language and only slight accent. He even helps me as I attend to most of my clients – other boys of other boy lovers. You would be quite surprised at the number just here in Manhattan. My practice has made me quite well off. Of course it didn't hurt to have a sizeable trust fund. But his primary education concerns his learning to be the slave boy he is required to be."

Kade looked at the small cute boy as he now squiggled in his master's lap. His chains had by now also been removed. He seemed to be greatly occupied by the feeling he was getting as his master fondled his rather large genitals.

Kade finally got the initiative to ask about the seemingly oversized attachment.

"His penis, and scrotum. I am certain that I've never seen such large ones on a mere 8 year old."

"Ah. We come to my experiments. I have been injecting the boy's genitals with several different hormones. They had almost doubled in size since I have acquired him. I will be allowing his to physically mature but only at a very reduced rate. I am hoping to have a boy of very small stature and no real development for as long as possible. I believe I can keep him small and prepubescent for at least twenty years."

"Wow. I never knew this could be possible."

"Yes. And the drugs and hormone inhibitors are quite available."

The discussion was again interrupted as the boy started to violently move about and vocalized quite loudly. Several minutes later he seemed to be asleep on his master's arms.

"I have been able to induce his orgasms as short as 15 to 20 minutes apart. Of course no appreciable fluid comes from his penis in spite of its apparent development. The development is in size only."

The doctor also explained about the severe aspect of the boy's bondage.

"The boy is never without some bondage strictures except when in my bed. He must learn that his body will always be controlled by his master, and he knows that his body is, and will forever be, his master's property. I take precautions never to keep any feature of bondage to be in place for very long. I am also trying to make the boy enjoy his situation as slave boy and even his bondage by making the boy's bondage and slavery be associated with very satisfying sexual pleasure. So far I have a very happy boy who is learning that slavery is a good thing. It will become more a challenge as he cognitively matures. But I hope by then that his essential identity will be as a slave."

Kade recognized that the boy seemed to enjoy his situation but wondered about his future when he becomes aware of his own sexuality.

"But what about his finding out that he'd rather be with girls?"

"Not a concern. Made certain by cat scan and MRI. And response to male genital stimulation. His brain wave response and hypothalamus configuration makes it definite. A natural same sex boy.

Eventually the conversation got to the reason for Kade's visit. The doctor had put his sleeping boy into their huge bed, with a mostly symbolic strap going from a cuff on the boy's right leg to a large ring secured to the floor nearby. The boy was otherwise totally naked and unencumbered.

The doctor explained: "It's much more enjoyable with no restrictions when I use my boy for sex. Also he responds better himself."

When back in the doctor's study, both drinking a superior Periwinkle Kona, the doctor finally explicated.

"So make sure I have the salient facts. You were momentarily married for an entire 15 months, and been divorced now for a bit over eight years. In spite of your being an upcoming a legal wiz at a storied law firm, your wife won full custody of your twin boys. After several attempts to get visitation rights, your boys, along with your wife, suddenly disappeared more than a year ago. You eventually discovered that your wife, deciding that she no longer wanted to be encumbered by two 8 year olds, despite of their being raised by a series of nannies, with almost no real contact with their mother, ensconced your boys in a boarding school in Switzerland. And apparently the only black boys there."

"But now I have two important questions. One, what horrendously stupid reason did you marry to begin with? You, not only gay, but a boy lover? And two, why me. I'm a doctor not a lawyer."

Kade expressed a significant measure of humility in explaining about his inexplicable marriage. "Her father was a Senior Partner. I really wanted that Junior Partnership. I thought I could at least fake it. And I already know how to get the boys back. What I need you for is to discover if the boy's are gay, or at least predetermined to be gay. You did that with your own boy. And I had heard that in some circumstances it was possible even with boys as young as eight."

The reason for wanting this determination was a cause for more embarrassing revelation.

"It's about that boy. Bong."

Kade Brown then brought up the site showing the boy's images and his availability for a swap. "I thought that one of my boys would be a perfect swap. The other I could sell. But I would only do this if I could be convinced of their sexual orientation."

Dr. Mark Manuel was somewhat astounded. He'd never figured his friend to have conceived of something of this enormity. He must really be in a tizzy over this boy Bong. But he himself was delighted. And a plot was hatching itself.

"First of all, only if you can procure the boys with not the slightest rumor of anything illegal or even irregular, will I be a part to this scheme. But you must understand, the chance of your boys having this sexual orientation is probably less than 5% based on the best available data. Forget about all that 10% nonsense in the popular."

Kade finally had some hope. The court case about regaining total control of his two boys was already on the court calendar. And his wife's apparent abandonment of her two boys, had numerous witnesses. And with the great change in the court's negative view of awarding children to a homosexual parent was nowhere near what he experienced eight years before.

"As far as being gay, why do you think his mother finally got rid of her boys? They were discovered having sex play with a 15 year old. And seemingly enjoying it. "

That next morning, as Kade Brown tried to write his self imposed goal of 25 pages, he could not help but go over in his mind the possibility of finally gaining possession of his two sons, whom he'd not even seen for more than a year. And then from a distance. He also called his own lawyer about the upcoming child custody case. He was assured of a successful outcome. Of course he knew about how treacherous such cases could be. He continued though to concentrate on gaining possession of Bong – now a totally captivating obsession. And although he had not made the slightest plan on selling the other twin, he had no doubt that Masterson & Boyle could accommodate him.

That same morning, a very private cell call was made to a secure phone to a certain Mr. Gene O'Boyle, the 'Boyle' of Masterson & Boyle.

"Yes?"

"You know me as Mr. B. Lover. I have the identifying code. SXC44-KMJ$%5-6672G I will await your reconnection."

Three minutes later, Mr. B. Lover was again connected to Mr. O'Boyle, the necessary security measures being put in place. "I have not heard from you for several months. For what do I owe this honor?"

"I need a small favor. I guarantee you a suitable remuneration. The boy Bong you have up for swap. Any significant inquiries?"

"Just one. But he's not yet been investigated, nor vetted."

"Good. Could you put a five day hold on the boy? I have a possible deal going where I need a certain boy. Part of this plan, however, needs this Bong to be swapped for a boy I may be able to make available. My sources have confirmed that I may very soon come into the possession of a beautiful eight year old black boy for whom I have had an ongoing contract. If everything comes to fruition, it's this twin of this boy who will be available to be swapped for this Bong. Is my credit sufficient?"

O'Boyle, looking up his file on the good Mr. B. Lover, confirmed what his memory had told him. Mr. B. Lover had been a very good source of totally 'unencumbered' boys in the past. Boys totally free for sale.

"Don't worry about any immediate time constraint, so long as you can guarantee his swap by the deadline for competing in our Boy Swap, 3½ weeks from now."

Assurances were given. The call was ended with the usual comments. Mr. B. Lover pulled his own boy towards him, turned the unresisting boy onto his stomach, and placed a heavy pillow under the boy's hips.

"Ready boy?"

The cute boy, sufficiently conditioned to his role as sex slave, replied: "Yes master. I've already lubed myself up."

All thoughts of the upcoming deal concerning the black twins was momentarily forgotten as a 7 inch [17½ cm] penis was gradually shoved the tight sex hole of the beautiful boy.

The two boys, having been roused early in the morning from their room in what was called 'The American School in Switzerland' even though there were only five other boys their age from the US. They were quite happy to learn that they were to be flown to the US, about their father wanting them. Neither boy even remembered their dad, their mother having told them that he did not want anything to do with them. Having been raised mostly by nannies, they also had long understood that their mother wanted nothing to do with them also. They were both very much open to bonding with any adult at all who would give them any attention at all. So it was with good feelings and hope that they eventually found their way into the chambers of the Honorable Boris Kavchev, a new member of the bench in the New York Family Court.

Kavchev was a bit surprised to see two very well dressed black boys in his chambers. It was rare for black children to be caught in the maze of custody where to have arrived in his court, a lot of money had already been spent on lawyers and other outlays to 'special' witnesses.

"Do you understand what is happening here boys?"

One of the boys answered: "Well, mommy doesn't want us anymore."

The other boy added: "Does daddy want us now?"

The judge was surprised that the boys hadn't even seen their dad their entire lives. Something strange was happening and he was determined to get to the root of it. There was very little in the submitted brief. The own from the mother's lawyer was amazingly brief. One would think that she had little interest in continuing her custody.

The judge tried to find out how the boys felt about their impending relocation.

"So you both think you'd rather be living back here with your father?"

The one boy started crying: "No one wants us. Mommy said she never wanted to see us ever again."

The other boy now started to leak tears: "Yeah. Ever since…"

The boys looked at each other and almost seemed to deflate in front of the judge, but try as he might, he never was able to obtain from the boy the next words after this "Ever since…" The boys were quite adept of maintaining their silence on this matter. And although the judge was finally able to get the boys' opinion on becoming reunited to their father, he never did form any opinion about whether this would be in the best interest of the boys.

The two boys were considered too young to actually attend the court session even though it was held quite informally. Everyone who would have anything to say were all seated about a single table with the judge (literally holding court) at one end.

After the preliminaries were done with, the judge asked the lawyer for the mother – whom he was surprised to find was not in attendance – to add anything to his provided brief.

"Your honor, my client has nothing to add. She is quite unopposed to allowing the father of these two boys gain full custody so long as he agrees to provide for their entire financial support."

Several of the attending witnesses and one of the attending lawyers were appalled at this seeming callous regard by the boys' mother.

The opposing counsel quickly affirmed that his client, the boys' father, had absolutely no problem with agreeing to this condition of (ownership) oops, he meant custody."

The judge then inquired about the father's motivation.

"I seem not to understand something here. Why didn't you fight custody when the boys were five months old? Nothing in the record gives a clue."

"I tried your honor. But at the impossibility of my being able to deny my sexual orientation, I had no recourse. At that time and in that court custody was already decided before the lawyers were even hired. Awarding custody to the mothers was the norm, unless substantial reasons for the alternative were available. Furthermore, that I was a homosexual, made the determination a slam dunk. The judge at that time said that there was nothing I could say that would allow him to award me even visitation rights."

The judge realized that the attitude of the courts had changed considerably in the past eight years. But he wanted to make sure there was no problem in his deciding for the father to gain full custody.

"Before I make by decision is there anyone here who would want to be heard?"

A stentorian voice was suddenly heard from a portly person who had just entered the court.

"Your honor. I have an amicus brief here concerning this case. It contains information on what to expect if we allow a known pervert be awarded custody of two innocent boys."

A battle ensued between councils. The amicus brief contained affidavit after another from totally non-scientific nor peer-reviewed sources, maintaining everything from the total ravishment of the boys in question to the complete destruction of family and society if such a thing were allowed. Finally the court was recessed while opposing council could prepare a suitable response.

Outside the courtroom there was one very frustrated father, who addressed his lawyer. "Well. Now what? We all know that that was mostly bullshit."

"Not to worry Mr. Brown. My team will have adequate information to easily rebut that irrelevant testimony."

Fortunately, that very next day, the rebuttal was heard and the judge quickly made his decision without even taking the time to recess the court. The apoplectic lawyer who had filed the amicus brief was literally told to shut up.

"No one today gives any credence to the drivel maintaining that a gay man is any less capable of being a responsible father than a heterosexual one. I wonder if it were the mother instead of the father, would the parent be accused of having prurient interest in her own children. I award custody of Jade Brown and Jamal Brown to their biological father, Mr. Kade Brown."

The judge, after presenting the two anxious boys to their long lost dad, seemed to have look back to the two boys with a secret smile. No one noticed.

Kade Brown almost felt guilty, recognizing that that one lawyer was possible not too far off the mark. If everything went as he wanted, both boys would very soon find themselves as the property of adults who had absolute interest in using either of the boys as their sex slaves.

The very next day, after the boys had been thoroughly examined by a certain pediatrician, he again was entertaining Mr. Kade Brown. This time his own boy had been temporarily confined to his bedroom.

The two black 8 year old boys, somewhat shy around people they really did not know, even their own father, were a bit confused about what their 'new' dad wanted of them. But being disposed to being a bit submissive, and not considering anything a real threat, meekly sat at the table where a monstrous amount of food and drink was being offered. Each with a burger in hand, they listened with minimal comprehension to the conversation. They did understand that this was the doctor who had examined them that very morning, and were a bit disquieted in his presence since a strange past of the examination concerned a series of very embarrassing questions concerning the peepees and being naked in front of others. Though the boys later remarked to each other that they seemed to sort of like what they had experienced, they were nonetheless almost infinitely embarrassed by having to actually talk about sex things.

Dr. Mark Manuel pontificated with a marked satisfaction: "I have fabulous news. The boys' scans are positive. And the other test would tend to confirm their orientation and even a substantial submissive nature."

The two boys, busy with their food, gave only minimal attention to the conversation even though it seemed to be about them.

It was Jamal who asked his brother in an almost whisper: "You understand what the doctor is saying?"

Jade shook his head: "No. What's submissive mean?"

"Don't know. But I like the doctor. He really made me feel good."

"Yeah. Me too, Though my peepee is still a little sore."

Kade Brown was ecstatic. "And I checked just before I came here. Bong is still available. I just have to decide which boy will be traded and which sold. But I suppose it doesn't really matter. They look identical anyway."

The two men looked at the two black boys with a significant amount of lust. The two boys would soon find themselves in vastly different future than any they could have imagined.

Kade was now very anxious to submit the necessary images and data and medical records of both boys. He'd already inquired about selling the one boy not a part of the boy swap. Though he did not receive any definite amount they thought he could get for the boy, they did express vital interest.

"Please submit the necessary documentation and we will get back to you as soon as possible."

Kade addressed his host: "I need to contact Masterson & Boyle. I want to send in a formal swap bid for Bong." The man's excitement, (and lust) was palpable.

Dr. Mark Manuel just smiled as he connected to the necessary site with the appropriate password. As the screen came alive with the logo of the boy emporium and then the face of O'Boyle, (whom Kade had never seen), Kade was a bit mystified and disconcerted.

"What's happening Mark?"

"Well, I have a small confession to make. I have already sent in the necessary images of Jamal. He is the one going to be traded. They already have someone coming to pick him up."

A stunned Kade was frightened. "What do you mean already coming? The swap hasn't even been finalized. Hell, I haven't even put in my bid."

The doctor touched a tab and they were connected with visual and audio. O'Boyle addressed the doctor: "Good to see you. A confederate will be there to pick up the boy in about 20 minutes. And I see Kade Brown there with you. Please inform him that upon receipt of Jamal and our doctor's conformation of good health, Bong will be sent to your address. Mr. Brown, I am sure you will be very happy with Bong. He is a well trained boy and quite talented in man-boy sex. Dr. Mark Manuel will fill you in on the details. And Mark, have a good evening."

A stunned and bewildered Kade Brown looked over to his friend and asked the obvious question: "The detail? What exactly has been arranged?"

"Kade, you should concentrate on one very basic fact. You will seen be the owner of one ultra cute boy. These people work with great dispatch. I assume that Bong will be shipped to this very address in two days. When I get the specifics I will contact you. You can pock him up here. You now need to arrange just where you will keep him."

"Shipment? You? I thought you had no association with this group."

"Well, I have had a good relationship with them, and have even sold them a good number of boys. There is just one small necessary change in plans. I will be taking possession of Jade here. I already have a buyer."

By this time both boys were quite agitated. Though they still had a very limited understanding of just what was happening, Jade certainly knew what was meant by 'take possession of'. Of course he still tried to believe that he was misunderstanding just what was happening.

The doctor addressed the two boys. "What your father has failed to mention to you is that both of you will be delivered to your new owners. You are both now slaves. Jade, your new owner will be here to take possession of you in about a half hour. Jamal, your dad just swapped you for another boy. Another man will be here about the same time to get you ready you for shipment to your new owner. He lives in Boston."

The two boys were not unintelligent, just immature and innocent. They looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same time. As if in mirrored movement, the two boys rose and ran to the door in an attempt to escape. They halted a few feet short in an dual exclamation of surprise.

There before them was a totally naked boy, who announced: "Don't worry. Your new masters will take very good care of you. Just like mine."

By that time the good doctor had made his way to the locked door and picked up his special boy. The smiling boy invited the expected response: "Right master? Aren't I your good slave?"

The twins looked at each other in total incredulity. Then back to the naked boy who seemed even younger than themselves.

It was Jamal who first addressed his new dad who was also now joining them. "Dad, what's happening? And who is this boy, and why is he naked?"

Jade added his own questions: "And how can he be a slave?" And with a frightened and bewildered boy with a tear running down his cheek added: "You're not really making us slaves, are you?"

It took several minutes to convince the two boys that they indeed were made into slaves. That Jamal was being picked up to be sent to his owner miles away. And that Jade's master was right then probably only 20 minutes away. The doctor had his own slave get his doctor's bag. A few shots and the boys finally quieted down and it was short work getting them ready. A belt was put around their waists and their wrists were secured behind them. Also shackles were put about their ankles and connected to a very short chain. They couldn't understand just why the other small boy was even helping. And that boy, who said he was even a slave, kept trying to reassure them both. It was the image of that boy which convinced them mote than anything else that indeed they were being sold as slaves.

"Look my master is a nice man. He would never give you to anyone who would hurt you. In fact just like me, I am sure you will get to really like your new masters."

By this time Kade Brown was starting to get angry and addressed the doctor. "Now what do you mean someone will be coming for Jade – his owner!?"

Dr. Mark Manuel admitted his complicity. Look Kade, you will be getting your boy and I'll even throw in something from the sale of Jade. When I first head of your twin boys and obtained a description I knew I already had a buyer. One wanting such a boy for some time. And I confess I will get a substantial amount of money. It takes a lot to live the way I do." And picking up his own boy added: "And to keep this cute boy here." And besides, I believe I can make sure you don't complain too much. I have the ideal place for you where you can keep your own boy without any possibility of anyone finding out. There is an apartment with full security just two floors below."

Kade was starting to be mollified. After all he was getting his own boy very soon, but he was hoping also to be getting the money for the sale of his other boy. He looked down at the boy in question to see that someone had put a substantial gag into his mouth and covered it with a silencing muzzle. The boy was starting to rouse from the shot he'd been given and was weekly struggling, trying to move to see his brother who was similarly bound and muzzled. Both boys were more lamenting the fact that they were being separated, then anything else.

Kade asked the doctor, who he thought of as his friend: "I surely can not afford any apartment in this building. Not even close."

"Not to worry. I own it. I will give you a very good deal. And besides I was concerned for your own boy. Don't you think it will be good for both Bong and my own boy here to have a friend he can be with on occasion? That was part of the reason I did what I did. I can't seem to refuse my boy when he asks for something so important to him. He said he really missed having anyone to play with, besides his master that is."

The boy in question smiled and remarked: "I really like when my master plays with me but I need another boy for regular play. Master showed me Bong's picture. He's almost as cute as me." And the slave boy giggled.

The exchange had some effect on the two bound boys. Both were finally able to squirm into position to look into the other's tearful eyes.

Finally a voice came over the intercom: "A visitor here Dr. Manuel. Says he's to pick up small wheeled cart."

"Send him up."

Several minutes later a robust but still handsome man came was invited into the suite by the doctors slave boy.

"Welcome sir to my masters abode. Please can I get you something to drink?"

The boy was quite proud of himself getting it all right.

Across the room a startled Kade Brown looked at the visitor with near shock. "Judge Kavchev!?"

"Small world. I was quite delighted in your boys. I promise to take very good care of Jamal here. I am sure you and your own boy, Bong I am told, will be very welcome to visit."

Kade merely stuttered out a barely audible reply. "Why yes. I think."

It was Jade who was heartened by what he'd just heard and started trying to make himself heard.

The judge stepped towards his new boy and inquired: "This one is Jade?"

He picked up the startled boy, unfastened the boy's muzzle and removed the gag. "Look boy, I will take very good care of you. I want you happy."

The boy started crying again. "But Jamal. I won't ever see him. Please don't do this to us."

The judge was heartened by the boy focusing more on being separated from his brother than anything else. "Don't worry boy. Jamal's master lives in Boston but comes to New York from time to time. I know him somewhat and I am sure now, that we can become good friends. How about I promise you that you and your brother will get to see each other at least several days each month?"

The two boys finally stopped crying.

Eventually the judge was anxious to get his boy home and to get his boy naked and in his bed. The doctor provided a carry-cart on wheels just boy sized. The boy was again muted just in case and was wheeled out to the elevator. Only moments later and another man came for Jamal, who was also placed into a similar cart and he too, wheeled away. Kade Brown had a moment of concern about his boys. Boys who will now have their own masters and be trained to as sex slaves. He smiled as he knew that he'd soon be in possession of his own boy, Bong (no last name).

"Well Mark. How about showing me that apartment?"

Three days later, Bong, a small Oriental boy, shyly stood inside his new home and spoke so quietly Kade could barely hear him: "Wow, you must be really rich!" He then tried to apologize. "Sorry master. I forgot to ask you permission to speak."

The 10 year old appeared to be more devilish than apologetic.

Kade didn't care. He proceeded to take off all the boy's clothing. He thought to himself: "I don't really care for all the bondage stuff Mark seems to like; I just want my precious boy the way nature intended: naked." (Well maybe later he'd see the doctor about how to keep his boy the way he was right now).

"There boy. You will be naked most the time." And looking at his most prized possession he added: "And yes, I am very wealthy."

Complete for now, but perhaps more to come