Chapter 9
Hands fumbled at Davey, turning him over in the box.
"And he's sucking his own cock! What a delightful touch -- just the thing I wanted for my birthday. Thank you, Mr. Kapp, thank you!"
Davey could see some of the man now, a large gut pushing against an expensive dressing robe. Then the man caught him between thighs and belly and lifted him out of the box. He passed quickly through the air, to land on the edge of a very soft bed.
"If you want to fuck him in the mouth, sir, all you have to do is pull his cock out of the way."
"Oh, no, Mr. Kapp -- it would be a shame to spoil the little chap's pleasure! I'm sure it must be great fun to suck yourself. No, I'll take him in the asshole, if I can get this blessed rope out of the way."
Fingers fumbled, yanking on the rope that tied his hands to his ankles, sharp pain stabbing through Davey's asshole. Then it was pried out of the way, squeezing his buttock until it was white, and a knobby finger probed at his rectum.
Ohhhhh! Davey jerked, wanting to scream. He could only gurgle around his own cock as his master probed him for the first time. He could see a halo of white hair around a balding, head, bright beady eyes peering over a bulbous nose as the finger dug deep, twisted all the way around. His prostate was rubbed and suddenly he spurted cum into his mouth, nearly gagging in surprise.
His throat worked and he swallowed his own prostate fluid. The taste was elusive -- not particularly sweet, but certainly not bitter. He wanted more of it to make a better judgment.
But his owner had opened his robe and now Davey saw his knobby cock, the shaft looking almost crooked from his viewpoint. It was thick and knurled, although not particularly long and now it began to rub over the cheeks of his ass.
"Will you need me for anything else, sir?"
"What? Oh, no, Kapp, not now. Just fetch me the KY from the bathroom, that's a good fellow. Then you can run along. Although I suppose this young buck has made you horny just as he has me."
"Robin can take care of my problems, sir."
"Yes, I suppose he can. Well, run along then. Thanks for everything. Have a good fuck with your boy."
Davey heard the door close, heard his master moving about the room, humming a little tune. Then he came back to the edge of the bed, completely naked now. His gut hung low over his cock as he positioned himself against the bound boy.
"Well, now, lad! Shall we have at it? Yes, I think so, let's."
The finger dug into Davey's ass again, working around. Then it came out and the tube of lubricant was squeezed. When the stuff touched him it was first cold, then soothing. If his mouth had not been full of his own cock, he would have sighed with pleasure as his owner greased him.
Suddenly the cock was there, stiff and probing. He could see his master's tongue move across his lips and then the man was moving him slightly, turning him up just a bit more until he was satisfied with the seating of his prick. He used his hand to poke it against Davey, twisting his ass like a corkscrew as he leaned forward.
The head broke through, and Davey jumped, his asshole tightening about the fat prick. It hurt, but the pain was lessened among the other pains he was feeling from the bonds that were now sinking cruelly into his flesh.
"Oh, my yes!" The man chuckled. "Y'felt that, didn't you, lad? There's more coming, lot's more."
He pushed against the boy, entering him steadily, his prick separating the cheeks of the boy's ass. His hands steadied the boy as he chewed on his lip, concentrating on driving his cock as deep as he could. And it was there, balls banging against the boy, meat buried completely.
"Oh, my yes, little fellow! Doesn't that feel good?"
Still humming, he fucked against the boy a time or two, patting Davey's thighs. The boys rocked back from him, the movement enough to roll him away. The man saw that the round ball that was Davey would not stay put, and so he climbed on the edge of the bed, leaning forward over the boy.
"Oh, yes! Delicious, delicious!"
He fucked against the boy, and Davey's own cock cut off the scream that wanted to burst from his throat as the weight of the man fell over him. His master balanced himself on his hands, finding the best position. Then he began the ride, shoving deep into the boy at each stroke, his balls banging against the boy's back.
To Davey, it felt as though the prick were ripping up through his intestines, banging him against the chin when it entered. He gagged, managed to swallow, and gagged again, but there was no let-up in the relentless fucking action.
"Hi, everybody! Is everybody happy? I most certainly am!"
The man shouted, sang, yodeled as he fucked into the helpless boy beneath him. His cock plowed through Davey until the boy felt as though his asshole were on fire with a million unbearable explosions, the sensations ripping him. Worse, as man fucked into him he forced the boy's cock deeper into his throat, his master's weight and his sagging belly nearly smothering Davey.
"Oh, yes!" cried his owner. "Oh, you are a sweet one, little fellow! Yes! Yes! Yeaggghhhhh!"
Suddenly he hesitated in his fucking, his fingers digging deep into the boy's flesh. Although Davey could not see it, the man's eyes bulged from his head. He clutched at his chest, pulling back from the boy.
"Oh my God!" he cried, staggering. "Kapp! Kapp!"
Davey watched in horror as his master's face went completely white, his cock drooping. He nearly fell, but caught himself on the edge of the bed, then staggered out of Davey's sight. A few seconds later the boy heard something fall, and the man choked out "Kapp!" once more. Then he fell heavily, shaking the bed as he rolled to the floor and was silent.
Davey was more frightened now than at any other time. He recognized the signs of an attack of some sort, knew that the man was seriously ill if not dead! Would somebody answer his call?
If not, Davey would be left like this all night.
Oh, God! It was the first time he had let himself use that name since the night of his capture, when he saw how Howard was treated for calling upon the mercy of the Almighty. But only God could help him now.
"Mr. Moxon!"
Davey twisted, but could not see Kapp until the man crossed his vision, disappearing around the other side of the bed. A moment later he came back, stood over Davey.
"He's dead."
The boy stared at the man, Davey's heart pounding. The effort of fucking him was too much. His master's heart had burst.
Was Kapp going to take it out on him?
The man reached into the pocket of his trousers, brought a folding knife. He deliberately pried out the longest blade, the bright steel catching light from someplace and glittering.
Davey blinked at him, unable to speak around his cock. Kapp moved, the knife coming toward the boy.
And the first of his hands snapped free, the one holding his wrists to his ankles. Davey unfolded slightly, pain stabbing as muscles jerked from the contortion. The rope holding his head down to his cock parted and his body opened slightly. He sighed as his mouth emptied.
A moment later he was free and massaging his wrists.
"Can you walk?" asked Kapp.
"I don't know." He tried to stand, fell to his knees, holding onto the bed. "No, sir."
"All right, relax."
Kapp scooped him up, dropped him over his shoulder, Davey's head dangling down his back. He hurried from the bedroom, then stopped when he saw Robin, still naked, standing at the door to another room.
"Get down to the car, Robin. Are your clothes still there?"
"Yes, Dad." The boy's eyes were wide. "What happened? Is Mr. Moxon all right?"
"He's dead. I've got to get you two out of here before I call for help."
They were in the garage, Davey moaning as the man started the car and signaled the door to open. A moment later they were rushing at too fast a pace over the driveway, and then out onto the road. Eighteen minutes after that they pulled into the driveway of a regular-sized house. Robin had yanked on pants, shirt and shoes. Now he jumped out and opened the garage, closing it once the car was inside. He hurried to open the door into the house, snapping on the lights.
"Can you walk now?" asked Kapp, looking at Davey.
"I think so."
The boy sat up, pulled himself out of the car. This time he was able to stand without falling, and then take a step toward the house, although he kept one hand on the car as long as he could.
Kapp waited patiently until he was in, then closed the door. He eyed the boy coldly.
"All right, David. This one time I am going to forgive you, considering the traumatic experience you have just undergone. But if you ever forget yourself again, even for an instant, you will pay!"
"Sir?"
"Master, slave!"
Kapp's hand shot out, caught Davey by the ear. Taken completely by surprise, Davey staggered, then fell against a chair. Tears stung his eyes as he looked up at the angry face of the man.
"I own you now, boy! Don't you ever forget it!"
He wiped his lips, looked at his son. "Take our new slave to the cellar, Robin. I probably won't be back for hours, so you can use him while I'm gone."
Robin's eyes shone with excitement as he caught Davey by the arm. "Get up, you! Stand up!"
Fighting the pain that wanted to take him into unconsciousness, Davey staggered to his feet. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. He thought Kapp was helping him escape from nightmare, but the man was just claiming him for himself! For one brief instant Davey had thought that he was escaping this nightmare of slavery, but his hopes were dashed as Robin's foot suddenly kicked him in the ass.
"Down there! Move faster, or I'll shove a Coke bottle up your ass and break it off!"
Kapp's mouth twisted with wry amusement as he watched his son take their new possession downstairs, and then he went back to the garage. There was a great deal to be done this night, and very little time to do it all.
Davey heard the door close behind him, heard the car leave. He was in what must be the recreation room -- if a torture chamber could be considered recreation. There were racks and ropes and padded bars all around the place. Robin was pushing him toward some chains fastened high against the wall.
"Please!"
"What is it, slave?" said Robin, turning. "Please, don't chain me, Master. I'll do whatever you say, only don't chain me!"
Davey fell to his knees before the boy, reached out to touch his feet. Robin stared down at him for a moment, then worked his shoes off one by one.
"Suck my big toe."
Davey caught the boy's foot, picked it up and pulled off the shoe. The bare foot was in need of washing, held the smell of shoe leather as he brought it close to his face, but he didn't hesitate. He brought his lips to the toe, sucked it in, his tongue cleaning the dirt from the crevice. Robin giggled, pulled away. "All right, slave, you can get up."
Davey stood while Robin stripped off his pants and shirt, revealing that his pecker was hard again. He reached out to grab Davey's cock, pulling the boy close and putting his arms around Davey's waist. He hugged him, his smaller cock butting up against Davey's balls.
"How come you're a slave, David?"
Davey told him the story, Robin sympathizing with him. "I know what you mean," the boy said when he finished. "My father would sell me if I ever went against him."
"You have sex with your father, don't you, sir?"
"Call me Master, David -- both Dad and I are your masters now. Yes, we have sex. He's been fucking me and making me suck him as long as I can remember. Since I was a real little kid."
"What happened to your mother, Master?" asked Davey as his hand slid over Robin's ass, holding the boy close.
"I don't know," he answered, his finger working against Davey's rectum. "I don't remember her, Dad won't talk about her, except to say that we're both better off without her. I don't know if she's dead, or what."
"My mother's dead," Davey said, sadly. Then he added, "Master."
"Did it hurt when your father fucked you?"
"Terribly!" he said, remembering the pain. "I thought he was tearing my asshole apart, Master."
"I want to fuck you, slave."
"Yes, Master." He looked down at Robin's cock. "Where do you want me?"
"That sofa opens up into a bed. Get it ready!"
Davey hurried to do as Robin ordered, pulling out the sleeper section. It was already made up with sheets. He pulled the top one down, then got onto the bed, laying on his stomach. His eyes closed as he felt the pain still in his body, and then he heard the sofa creak as the boy climbed on with him. A moment later Robin was moving over him, the boy's hands sliding up his hips and caressing his arms. Then his weight settled, his cock poked up through the crack in Davey's ass.
"Spread your legs, slave!"
Davey positioned himself better. Robin's cock found the entrance, slipped in, burying itself hilt-deep at the first stroke. There was no pain to the fucking movement, not after the terrible tearing of the man's cock. He tightened his ass, squeezing the sphincter about the boy, and Robin gasped with pleasure.
"Oh! That feels good. Do it again!"
Davey obliged, eyes closing deliciously as the boy began to move within him. Robin's cock was so small that he nearly slipped out each time he pulled back. Several times he did come loose. But Davey's ass crack was slick with perspiration and the natural juices of fucking. Robin didn't even have to fumble with his fingers to ride back in again, burying himself deep in the slave boy's body.
"Oh!" He gasped, increasing his pace. "Oh, David! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He quivered against Davey's back as he pumped his load into the prostrate boy, Davey breathing in a sigh of pure pleasure as the hot juice trickled along the ravaged walls of his rectum. It was soothing, relaxing, it would be very easy to go to sleep.
Robin pulled out, caught Davey's hip, "Turn over!"
He obeyed, sighing as he let his hands flop above his head. His cock was as hard as ever, lying tight against his belly as Robin reached down and manipulated it. The other boy sighed as well.
"Do you want to fuck me, slave?"
"Yes, Master." Davey raised his head to look at the other boy. "Shall I, Master?"
"In a minute." Robin twisted his cock. "I want to lay here for a minute. I like being with you, I like having you as my slave."
"Yes, Master."
"I own you, don't I?"
His cock twisted sharply, the pain making Davey jump as he answered. "Yes, Master!"
"You won't ever forget it, will you?"
"No, Master!"
Satisfied, Robin lay back, then pulled Davey into his arms. The two boys lay close together for a moment, Davey almost asleep after the torture of the past few hours. Despite the long rest before the sale, he felt completely exhausted.
But Robin was turning against him, backing his ass against Davey's cock. The boy reached down and fumbled, trying to slip Davey's prick into his rectum.
"Fuck me now, slave!"
"Yes, Master."
Holding to Robin's hips, Davey moved against the other boy until his prick rubbed across the opening to Robin's intestines. He paused, reached down long enough to set himself firmly and pushed. The boy gasped as the cockhead slipped within the ring, and squeezed down with all of his strength, bringing a yelp from Davey.
"Did that hurt, slave?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Shall I do it again?"
"If you want, Master."
Robin giggled, wriggling his ass against Davey and pushing farther onto his cock. "Silly slave! I won't hurt you while you're making me feel so good. Come on, fuck me!"
Davey sighed with comfort and moved tighter against Robin's ass. His hands moved around the boy's waist, met on his belly, feeling his cock probing up as he pushed his own prick deep into the pliant young ass. Robin sighed with pleasure as Davey bottomed out, wriggling again against the fucking meat.
"Oh, that's so good! So good!"
Davey stroked, then pulled back until half his cock was out. Robin's rectum squeezed, and he rode back in again, the movement sending shivers up his spine and making him forget the pain of being bound so tightly. He began to ride into the boy in a regular rhythm, filling Robin's ass with the warm center of his own being.
"Oh, that's nice! Fuck me, slave."
Robin caught Davey's hands, pulled them up to his nipples, sighing again as Davey rolled the erect nubbins and pinched them. The boy's body was hot, but no hotter than Davey's own. Sweat steamed them from head to foot, Davey's belly and Robin's back, slippery as the slave boy moved in the fucking motion that was bringing his young master so much sheer pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! Yes, slave! Slave! Slave!"
Robin muttered the word again and again, as though trying to convince himself that this was real, that Davey really did belong to him, was his possession, was his slave to do whatever the boy wanted.
Davey gasped: "Ah! At! Master, I'm going to come! I'm coming!"
His fucking pace increased, their bodies slapping wetly as his belly met Robin's ass. Davey's legs stretched out straight, his toes pointing down, his hands holding the boy tightly as he fucked into him at a more furious pace. Unable to control himself, suddenly he rolled on top of the other boy, carrying Robin over onto his stomach, pumping, pumping, as he threw his cock down.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yes! I'm fucking you, Master! Master! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Yes!" cried Robin. "Fuck me, slave! Do it, fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
Davey's heart was pounding heavily in his chest as he rode over the prostrate boy, filling Robin with his swelling, swollen meat, throwing his burning prick into the depths of the boy's asshole.
Robin squeezed against him, his sphincter trying to tear the cock from the fucking boy, trying to pull him completely inside. Davey's balls bounced against the other boy, were nearly trapped painfully between Robin's legs as he flexed his thighs, humping back against the falling cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, Christ! I'm comminnngggggg!"
Davey fell into Robin, fell into a black hole that seemed to open into space, feeling the wind whistle around his soaked body as he dropped, feeling the explosion in his balls as his seed poured out to coat the other boy, to fill him, the white boy juice beaten to a froth that worked out around the plunging cock to coat Davey's groin, his balls.
"I'm comminnnnggggg!"
He collapsed, quivered, sighed against Robin's back. All strength was gone from his body, Davey unable even to roll from Robin. He sighed again as Robin stirred beneath him, lifting one shoulder, and rolled onto the bed, his arms falling wide. He felt Robin moving and opened his eyes to see the other gazing fondly at him.
"I love you, David."
"Do you mean it, Master?"
"More than anything!"
"Then help me escape!"