Chapter 10

Robin stared at Davey, silent for a moment; then he shook his head, slowly.

"I couldn't do that, my father would kill me!"

Davey bit his lip, turning away from the other boy. He smothered a sob of frustration. Robin studied him, his eyes traveling over Davey's body and taking in the soft lines and the gentle curves. They came to rest on the sexual center, and he reached out to lift Davey's limp cock in his fingers. The pecker dropped over his hand, Davey's thoughts away from responding to the automatic signal to stand hard. At last Robin sighed, and worked Davey's cock back and forth in his fingers.

"I can't, David! Really I can't. You don't understand."

"I do," said Davey, still not looking at him. "You like having a slave to order around, to torment and beat." He turned, taking the boy into his arms. "Oh, Robin! You don't know what it's like!"

The boy tried to comfort him, but Davey would not listen to his soothing words. He kept shaking his head, his lips moving over Robin's shoulder and neck as he felt the boy's hard cock pressing against his groin.

"You don't know!" he said again. And then he told Robin about Andrew, bought by a man who wanted only to cut off his tender nuts; and Howard, bought by a black man with a cock big enough to tear the boy in half.

"The masters can kill us, if they want! Your father can cut off my cock, tear me apart -- do anything! I have to get away, Robin!"

He was crying, the tears flowing freely as he sobbed out his feelings for the first time since his father had sold him into sexual bondage. Davey clung to Robin, holding the other boy tightly while Robin tried to soothe him, but the soft words passed unnoticed.

"I'm a slave!" he said, bitterly. "A slave! Please, Robin! Help me escape! Help me be free!"

"Where will you go if I do?" Robin asked, uncertainly. "You can't go back to your father."

"No," Davey admitted. "Damn him!"

"Do you have anyone else to go to?" He shook his head. "No. No one."

"Then stay here, David, with me!"

"I don't want to be a slave!"

"But you are a slave. My father paid a great deal of money for you, David. What happens if you do run away, escape? The man who sold you to him won't give him his money back."

"I'll work! I'll pay back every penny!"

Robin shook his head. "You'll never earn enough. Besides, my father owns you -- you have no right to run away. You're his property, David, just like this house is his property. He can sell you, paint you red, tear you apart if he wants -- it's his right."

"What about my rights?"

"You have no rights. None."

Davey looked away. "Slavery is against the law. Your father could go to jail."

"You wouldn't!"

Robin rolled on top of him, pinning Davey's arms, forcing the slave boy to look at him, worry was on his face. He shook Davey.

"Say you wouldn't! You can't!"

"What choice do I have?"

Robin bit his lip, touched Davey's cock again. He looked at the younger boy's sexual equipment, already much larger than his own. His fingers moved tight about the boy.

"If I help you, will you promise never to tell anybody what happened to you?"

"Yes!" Davey threw his arms around him, squeezing. "Yes, Robin! I promise, I'll never breathe a word about any of it!"

"Well, all right, I'll help you."

Davey stared into Robin's eyes, then moved closer to the boy. Their lips met, pressed together in a tender kiss that soon became heated, passionate. He felt the blood pounding through his veins, fired by the idea that he was soon to be free.

But now his cock was hard, bumping against Robin's leg. His hand moved down, slid between their bellies, felt the other boy's cock. It was erect, ready for action. Robin sighed as Davey worked his foreskin back.

"Oh, yes! Yes, David, that's so good! I loved it when you hold my cock, when you suck me."

"When I fuck you?"

"Yes, that, too."

Robin rose, moved over Davey's body until he had turned, his lips seeking the center of the boy's groin. Davey's cock was in Robin's fingers, the glans slipping between his lips as Davey reached out to take Robin's prick into his mouth. The boys moved together, fitting perfectly together, sucking down on each other as they tasted the boy-meat, the male sex-flesh, their balls bottoming out on their chins.

"Ummmmmmmmm!" Robin moaned around Davey's stiff prick, his hands grasping the cheeks of Davey's ass and pulling them apart. Davey's finger trailed the length of Robin's urethra, from the base of his cock back through his legs to where it disappeared into his body. Both boys sighed with pleasure as they worked against each other, sucking in as strongly as they could.

Davey nipped Robin's cock with his teeth and the boy broke away.

"Oh, that hurts! Be careful!"

"I'm sorry," said Davey, pulling away. "I don't want to hurt you, Master."

Robin giggled. "You'd better behave yourself, slave, or I'll change my mind about helping you!"

Davey dove onto his cock again, taking it all the way, this time making sure that only his lips pressured the convolutions of the small prick-stick. He did not hurt Robin as he brought the boy's pecker to burning life. Robin gasped, humping against him.

"Oh! I've got to take a leak, Davey!"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" He pulled away. "Yes, Master. Do you want to do it in my mouth?"

Robin giggled. "Have you ever done that before?"

"They made us do it all the time while they were training us to be slaves." He described the toilet pit.

"Sounds yechhy!"

Davey smiled. "It is, but you get used to it. Sometimes. Klaus' piss tasted the worst of all. But you can get used to anything, in time."

"Even being a slave?"

He made a face. "Never! Anything but that."

"I'm gonna do it!" said Robin, eagerly. He got up on his knees. "Get up, slave, you're gonna drink my piss!"

He got off the bed and stood, and Davey followed, falling to his knees when Robin pushed on his shoulder. The boy's cock stood straight out from his groin, his belly tight with his need. He reached to grab Davey's hair with both hands, puffing him sharply until he felt Davey's mouth crushed against his groin.

"Drink it, slave! Here it comes!"

He strained, and grunted and the hot liquid exploded into Davey's mouth, splashing against the back of his tongue and nearly gagging him. He swallowed convulsively, and swallowed again as Robin's bladder opened and poured out its accumulation of liquid wastes. Robin still held his head, and now Davey reached around the boy's ass to squeeze him tight, as if he could force the cock farther into his mouth in that fashion.

"Drink it, slave!" shouted Robin, triumphant. "Drink it all!"

He fucked against Davey's face as he continued to piss, Davey's mouth filled almost to bursting as the slave boy sealed his lips tight about the base of the urinating cock. It was almost too much for him to take. Davey swallowed again and again, drinking in Robin's outpouring, tasting it with his tongue and his mouth in the brief second before he had to swallow it down to make room for more. It was almost pleasant, as his throat worked again and again.

"Ohhhhhhh!" cried Robin, happily. "Oh, that's good! That's so good. Suck me, slave! Suck my piss out of me and drink it down!"

Was there no end to the flood? Robin's bladder must be the biggest organ in his body! Davey did as he wanted, sucking with all of his strength now that the force of the stream was slowing, making it easier for him to swallow. The boy humped against him, Robin's ass twitching as Davey dug his finger into it, his belly jumping with joy.

"Yeah, good! That's good! Ohhhhhhhhh, David!"

The stream stopped. A few more drops answered the suction of Davey's lungs, and then there was no more to be had. Robin's cock was dry. The boy sighed again.

"I never thought it would be like that!"

"You liked it?" Davey rubbed his face against Robin's belly, suddenly happy. It was right to make this boy feel good -- this boy who was his master.

"I want to do it every time I piss."

Robin remembered and his face fell. "Oh, David! Please don't go!"

Davey sighed, looked up at the sad face. He squeezed Robin's ass again.

"I have to," he said. "I can't stay, Robin. I have to be free." He stood then, holding the other boy close for a minute. His belly was filled with Robin's piss and the way the boy fitted against him made him feel good all over. He sighed as he let his hands slide down Robin's back to his ass, and pressed his lips against Robin's neck.

"Remember your promise," he said, whispering.

"I remember." Robin lifted Davey's chin as he gazed into his eyes and suddenly their lips were crushing together, his anus squeezing Davey with all their strength as he held the boy close.

"I remember, but I love you so!"

"And I love you. I'll never forget you, Robin." They clung together for another moment, and then Robin sighed once more, pulling away, his fingers clinging to the last to Davey's.

"I'll have to give you some of my old clothes. I don't have much money, David -- a few dollars. It won't take you very far."

"Just so long as it gets me away. How far is the city?"

"About twenty miles, but you don't want to stay there! My father will find you there!"

"I'll go to Los Angeles," Davey said, suddenly making up his mind. "I know a kid who moved there last summer. His family will help me."

Robin nodded, unsure, and then bent to pick up his discarded clothing, holding it in his hand. He opened the door, sighing once more.

"C'mon up to my room, David -- oh! Owwwww!"

Suddenly the boy flew back, into the room, bouncing off a padded leather horse. His father followed him through the door, fire burning his eyes.

"So, I harbor a viper in my nest! You would betray me, Robin!"

"No sir!" cried the boy, scrambling back as his father approached. "No, Daddy!"

"Lies will make it worse, boy. I've been listening. I know all about your little scheme. You're no better than a thief!"

"No, please!"

"What else would you call stealing my valuable property, if not stealing? Yaff know what that means, don't you, boy?"

"Please! Please!"

Robin sobbed as Davey cowered away from the anger of the man. But Kapp's eyes were on his son, not his slave. For a few seconds Davey harbored the hope that he might get around them, make the door, get away.

"Hold it, slave boy!" Kapp reached out without looking, his blow knocking Davey from his feet. "You're going nowhere! I'll deal with you in a minute -- after I take care of the traitor!"

He grabbed Davey's hands, forcing them behind the boy's back. A strap tied them together, and then the boy yelped as a terrific pull nearly yanked him from his feet. Pain shot through his shoulders, bringing tears to his eyes. Kapp had fastened him to a ring dangling from the ceiling.

He couldn't straighten. Chest heaving, he saw Kapp tie Robin's wrists to two more rings, and then he hauled his son several inches into the air. Robin was begging for mercy to be released, but his father ignored him as he fastened a rope around the boy's ankles, binding them tightly. Then he adjusted Robin's balls so they were caught between his thighs, and pulled the ankle rope through a ring on the floor.

"Scream, Robin," he said, satisfied. "Scream how sorry you are. Scream, you little bastard!"

Suddenly his hand whipped around slamming against Robin's cheek. The boy's head snapped back, his cries cut off instantly. Then he moaned as he brought his head back to stare at his father, a bright red bruise coloring his cheek.

Kapp stared at his son for a few more seconds, then turned back to Davey. He cocked his head to one side as he considered the boy, then clucked his tongue.

"The penalty for escape, slave -- well, there's no point in just beating you, since I intend to beat you anyhow. Nor is there much sense in killing you, since that will spoil my future pleasure."

Davey winced from sudden fear as the man continued to muse aloud. What was he capable of? God, dear God, please help me now!

Kapp walked around behind Davey, and suddenly the boy jumped as a finger dove deep into his ass. Then he bit down to still the outcry against the pain stabbing through his arms.

"It is a sweet ass," said the man. "Much nicer than Robin's." He glanced at his son. "Don't you agree, Robin? I think David will make much better fucking than you."

The finger stabbed again, and then Kapp walked away. Davey wanted to turn, see what he was doing, but dared not -- it might bring something far worse! His heart was pounding loudly as he stared at Robin. The other boy's eyes met his, tears brimming. Robin's teeth bit into his lip, but he said nothing.

Then Kapp was coming back, and a second later a large leather belt was going around Davey's chest. The man worked it up until it was seated as high as it could be, then pulled it tight, the youth gasping as his chest was constricted. A moment later his hands were released from the ring holding them up, although still tied together. Now the chest strap was tied to the ring, Kapp pushing down on the boy to be sure that it would take his weight.

The man was talking to himself as he worked. No! He was humming, a happy little song. He was enjoying what he was doing.

"Lift your leg, slave!"

Davey did as he was told, and Kapp grabbed his knee, forcing it against his belly. Suddenly another broad strap was around him, Kapp standing behind him while he grabbed Davey's other leg, forcing it up into the same position and holding the boy up with one arm while he tightened the strap. Davey winced at the pain, and then his folded legs were tight against his body.

The man released him, moving away again for a minute. Davey hung almost to the floor, could feel the flooring only inches away from his flexing asshole as his body swung back and forth from the single ring holding it. He was bound as tight as he had been when Kapp forced him into the ball, circulation cut off from his extremities.

"Ah, this should do the trick!"

Kapp was back. He grabbed the strap around Davey's lower trunk and hoisted the boy into the air again. A ring snapped into place, and now Davey was swinging, suspended, in that position as the man stepped back to admire his work.

"Yes, I think that will do admirably. Don't you agree, Robin?"

He chuckled when his son did not answer, and pushed Davey to make him swing. Then he caught him again, steadying him, and now Davey realized that the man had removed his clothes. He could feel his hard cock butting against his ass.

Kapp came around him, stood before Davey's face. His cock was bigger than the boy had thought, as big as his father's, although leaner. He was uncircumcised, the foreskin worked back to reveal the plum-colored cockhead. The hole gaped large, like a hypnotic eye capturing Davey's attention.

"Open your mouth, slave!"

The cock prodded at his face, Davey obediently opening his lips. He would not give the man reason to torture him more than already planned. Kapp sighed as he rammed his cock deep into Davey's throat, the boy choking around the penetrating flesh.

"Hot mouth, that's good! So good!"

Suddenly he yanked free, walked around Davey again and buried his prick hilt-deep in the boy at the very first stroke. Davey could not restrain the gasp that burst from his lips as the cock shot into his body. It felt as though it were butting against his heart, pushing toward his throat. He could feel the burning length all along his intestines, and it was heating his own sexual responses. His cock burned hard beneath him, and he wished the man would grab him there, hold him tight, if nothing more.

"Sweet ass! Yes, Robin, David is better than you! You'll have to learn from him. Watch closely, see how he responds."

Kapp fucked into Davey, pushing against the boy so that his suspended position made him swing away, made the man chase him with his cock. He caught Davey's hips, drilling into him all the way, a gasp of satisfaction exploding as he worked in a corkscrew fashion, running his cock all the way around the boy's insides. Then he pulled back, slowly, Davey's asshole sucking as it reluctantly released the filling man-meat.

"Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes! I'm fucking you, slave boy. Why don't you try to escape now!"

He pumped, filling Davey with his prick, fucking into the boy, his nails digging into Davey's ribs until the boy was moaning despite his resolution to keep still. Kapp laughed, and increased his fucking pace, throwing himself against the boy now, nearly throwing himself off balance. He pulled Davey back against his humping pelvis as his cock swelled larger and larger.

"Do you like it, boy? Do you like it, slave?"

"Yes!" Davey gasped the word. "Yes, yes! I love it, love it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Master!"

God help him, he did love it. The cock in his ass belonged there, bringing him the satisfaction that his perverted desires needed. He was born to be fucked, born to serve a man -- this man, his Master.

He was born to be a slave!

"Fuck me, Master! Fuck me!"

"Oh, yea! Yeahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

The man pumped against the boy, and suddenly his balls boiled over, erupted, throwing his seed against Davey. Kapp staggered in the throes of sexual ecstasy and stepped back, his cock coming free from Davey's asshole and spewing its sticky load all over the boy's buttocks. It splashed into the crack, oozed down the cheeks until it dripped onto the soles of Davey's bound feet.

"Oh, Master!" he cried. "Master! Master!"

"Ahhhh! Ali! Ah!"

Kapp panted for a moment, and then he moved close to the boy again. Suddenly the strap around his leg was released, and his feet hit the floor with a thud. Davey staggered, and then the other strap came loose, although his hands were still tied behind his back.

Now the man released his son, Robin's eyes brimming with tears as he came down. The boy rubbed his arms, but his father gave him no chance to recover.

"Robin, get the saddles for the horse -- both of them."

Robin hurried to a closet, came back with the saddles, two leather sheaths to fit over the padded horse. Each bore an eight inch artificial cock sticking straight up.

Kapp took them, placed them on the horse, then looked at his son. "Get up!"

Biting his lip, Robin did as he said, wincing as he balanced himself over the cock. Then he sat down.

It was Davey's turn. His hands were untied. Kapp hoisted him onto the other saddle, his back to Robin's. The cock slid into him, and the man pulled him back against the other boy. A moment later their upper arms were tied together, their hands tied before them. Kapp bent then, tying their feet together beneath the horse.

"There!" he said, straightening. "Tomorrow, Robin, I'll have to report my son a runaway to the police." He grinned, grabbing the boys' cocks. "I've always wanted a slave, now I have two!"

Robin gasped, his back tensing against Davey's. But Davey sighed, he accepted at last. His father had been right to sell him -- he was born to be a slave, to belong to this man! Kapp was his master. Davey would never again try to escape.

His cock began to grow hard in his master's fingers, and he looked at the man who owned him with love in his eyes.