Chapter 4

The man continued to suck even when the last drops of Davey's cum had been drained from the boy's cock, leaving him panting for breath.

"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh, Master!"

At last he came off the boy, smiling and working his lips pleasurably as he looked up at him.

"Did you like that, David?"

"Oh, yes, sir! It was great, Master!"

"Life isn't going to be all misery, David, as a slave," He stood, towering over the boy. "There will be many minutes of such pleasure. And many opportunities for you to give as much pleasure to the man who buys you."

Davey stared at him, blinking. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear the echo of his blood moving through his temples. One hand dropped to cradle his cock, the fingertips holding it lightly.

"Sir? Do you have to sell me?"

The smile left the man's face. "David, are you questioning me?"

"No sir! Master!"

"Don't! Don't ever question, David. Remember, you are property just as this sofa is property. It is none of the sofa's affair what happens to it, whether I use it or sell it or give it away or burn it in a bonfire. It is mine, just as you are mine."

His expression softened again. "But you are still new, David, still young. This one time I will explain. I must sell you. My business is buying and selling young boys to other men. I do very well at it. Being a slaver has earned me this house, this sofa, everything I have. And you'll fetch a good price, perhaps one of the best, once we've healed your bruises."

He caught the boy, pulled him to his feet. "Now no more questions! You do as you are told, and now it is time for your lessons to begin. Come with me, David."

The momentary good feeling at sexual explosion was gone as Davey followed the man from the room, his thoughts now completely black.

He was a slave!

Why? Why had his father done this to him? Had he committed so terrible sin with Tommy? He'd do anything to make it up to him, anything he wanted, even let him fuck him again, every day.

The tears wanted to come, but he screwed up his face to keep them back. He didn't want this man -- his master -- to see him cry. He was eighteen, he wasn't a little kid any more.

The tears came, obscuring his vision. He followed blindly the man before him, not seeing the details of the house. They seemed to walk a long way and then suddenly were going down a narrow flight of stairs into the basement. There was a long corridor with several doors opening to either side but they continued to the end, to the last door, which opened into a room so big that Davey couldn't take it all in.

He sniffled, and wiped his eyes, aware now that there were others -- eight or nine other boys. All were naked, from a little chap who couldn't be more than nine or ten who had no hair on his tiny cock to a boy who looked to be eighteen or seventeen, his cock hung heavy between his legs, his balls swinging low behind it.

There were three young men as well, only a few years older than the oldest boy. All were handsome and all were wearing brief garments around their loins that did nothing to hide the outline of their cocks, two of them had hard-ons pushing out the fabric.

There were beds arranged along one wall, queen sized, with short walk spaces between them. All were covered with bottom sheets, but there were no other coverings. Two of the boys were strapped to two of the beds, spread-eagled, one on his stomach and the other on his back.

"These are your instructors, David," said the slave master. "They speak for me. You will obey them as you obey me."

He indicated the three in their garments, and now Davey saw that one was holding a short whip that he had been using on the tied-down boy. He took in the bruises covering Davey and grinned.

"A disobedient one, sir?"

"I don't think David will give us any trouble, Michael," said the master. "He's an intelligent boy."

The instructor seemed disappointed, then grinned again when the master added, "Of course, if he gets out of line, you know how to treat him."

"Yes sir, I do."

"Are the other boys coming along properly?"

"Yes sir," said another instructor, a blond. The one with the whip had brown curls, while the third was black-haired. "Would you like a demonstration?"

"Yes, that might be interesting. What sort of entertainment have you prepared for Saturday's banquet?"

The blond snapped a finger and pointed. The little boy and two others closer to Davey's age came running to the center of the room and fell prostrate before the master, their fingers touching the tips of his shoes. The finger snapped again and they scrambled onto their knees, turning to present their asses, reaching back to spread their cheeks and reveal the brown opening.

Another thumb snap, and the big-cocked youth came out to join the others. He carried two dildoes, each with ten inch cocks that matched almost perfectly his own growing erection. He looked down at his prick, watching as it stood straighter and expanded, obviously proud. When his cock was nearly flat against his belly he turned and erupted over the youngest boy, accepting lubrication from another who moved in now to rub him thoroughly, then rub the assholes of all three.

"Would you give the word, sir?" asked the blond.

The slavemaster smiled. "Now!"

The kneeling youth placed a dildo against each of the boys flanking the little one, positioning it carefully at his ass and drove them in with one sudden twist that made the recipients' jump. The heavily greased assholes opened as if by magic, the terrible rubber pricks moving inside and sinking deep, deeper, until at last the fucker's hands hit the asscheeks.

The two boys sighed then, but did not stir a muscle, waiting for what was yet to come. The youth released the cocks, taking his own prick, in both hands and rubbing the grease into it a little more. Then he reached down to take the ass of the littlest boy, positioning his cockhead against the muscle.

"Open up!" he said, sharply.

Davey could see the pain pass over the boy's face, but the little fellow did as he was told, forcing his sphincter to relax, forcing the circle to show enough for his attacker to work in first one finger and then three. He attacked the rectum fiercely for nearly a minute, withdrawing his fingers to examine the shit clinging to them, then wiping it on the child's back.

Davey was conscious that he had been holding his breath as the youth brought his cock to the little asshole, positioning himself just right. He felt a burning in his own cock, and looked down to see that he was standing hard again. His face flushed, and he looked at the other boys in the room, but all were watching the act in center stage. Then he felt the touch of eyes, and his face flamed again when he saw that the black-haired instructor was ginning at him.

"Ohhhhhhh, no! No!"

The little fellow screamed as the terrible cock ripped into him, sinking all the way on the first stroke. The fucker held himself straight so the audience could see that his prick was completely buried within the boy's ass, looking to the blond and then to the master for approval Davey looked too, saw that the instructor was scowling at the little boy.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, to the master. "Andrew needs more seasoning."

"No, no." The master held up his hand. "It's a nice touch, Klaus. It gave me a delicious little shiver. I'm sure Twenty-two will be pleased. He'll undoubtedly bid even higher than usual."

"Then the scream will stay. Shall we proceed?"

"By all means, yes."

"All right, Howard." The fingers snapped again. "Continue."

The little fellow, Andrew, was sobbing now, his back heaving. Howard, the fucker, worked his stomach muscles a time or two, then reached to take the dildoes again. He pulled back on them as he drew back with his own cock, the position awkward to maintain. But he managed it, fucking Andrew and the other two boys at the same time, stroking the dildoes and his cock in the same rhythm while holding his balance with nothing to hold on to but the rubber pricks in his hands.

The huge artificial cocks nearly disappeared on each downstroke while Howard's own prick continued until his belly slapped against Andrew's ass. Davey winced in sympathy, his own ass muscles working each time that the cocks stroked in and out. He could see the boy's chests heaving with the exertion of not crying out at the pain ripping through their bodies.

"Faster!" said the blond, his eyes burning.

Howard threw himself forward even more quickly than before, rocking back and forth on his heels, nearly pushing little Andrew away with the force of his fucking. His lower lip was gripped tight in his teeth as he concentrated on holding his balance, concentrated on keeping his hands stroking at the same speed as his ass.

"Faster!"

He pumped, pumped, throwing himself forward so hard that Davey was sure he would, lose his balance, his hair tossing back and forth over his forehead, sweat pouring down his face and his chest to drip onto Andrew's back. The little fellow was gasping now, fighting the cries that wanted to break loose, afraid of what would be done if he made another mistake. All three of the boys on the floor were breathing heavily, their eyes closed, their fists clenched as they begged Howard to reach his climax, to come.

"Oh!" Howard yelped suddenly, surprised. "Oh, I'm coming, sir! I'm coming."

He increased his pace, his efforts, throwing himself in a frenzy, his eyes bulging his sockets, his tongue protruding as he stared without seeing. The only sensation he was capable of feeling was his cock clenched in the tight ring of the little boy's ass. He fucked, the instructors and the slavemaster moving closer, their eyes wider in appreciation, even the other slaves moving in as though afraid of being left out as the climax of the fucking act finally exploded.

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, God! AggghhhhHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly he thrust with all his strength, forcing the dildoes and his own cock to the absolute limit of the young asses before him. His back arched, his head flew back to hang as his stomach muscles worked to pump the cum from him, filling the tender assholes with his spilling. The dildoes quivered within the asses of the two boys as his wrists trembled with the sexual excitement. Then he sagged, fell back, collapsed, his cock pulling from the little boy, the dildoes coming out a moment later.

"Ohhhhhhh."

The blond instructor, Klaus, stepped forward and slammed the back of his hand against Howard's face, knocking him sideways and nearly forcing him to drop the dildoes. He stared up at his tormentor, terrified.

"You said God, Howard," said Klaus, softly. "You have been told never to say God. Never!"

"I, I, I'm sorry! Please!"

Davey could see that the youth was terrified. He struggled to his knees again, still holding the dildoes, his eyes locked to his tormentor.

"Who do you worship, Howard?"

"My master!"

"Who is your God?"

"My master!"

Klaus scowled. "Finish. Then I'll deal with you."

The finger snapped again, and now the three fucked boys rose, turning around to face Howard, who sat back on his heels. Despite his terror, his own cock was still hard, still stood straight. All three cocks, the real and the two fake ones, were smeared with brown.

Again the finger snapped, and now the fucked boys began to suck the cocks that had just ravaged them, Andrew working on Howard's meat, the others taking the dildo that had been in his ass and sucking it deep into his throat. Their mouths worked eagerly, hungrily, their tongues lapping the length of the pricks, cleaning away the last vestiges of brown. None of them could take the entire prick, and so their mouths moved up and down the sides of the cocks, fake and real, cleaning every last square centimeter.

Satisfied, Klaus snapped his finger one more time, and all four stood, looking at him.

"Very nice," said the master. "Yes, I think this session will see some very good prices."

He approached the boys, reached down to cup their cocks in turn, held Andrew close.

"It'll be a pity to sell you, little one," he said. "But profit before pleasure, profit before pleasure."

He looked at Davey. "These weeks of your training can be pleasant, David, or uncomfortable. The choice is yours. I'm sure you'll choose wisely."

He was gone then, leaving the boy alone with his fellow slaves. He shivered as the black-haired instructor came to him, reached out to grab his cock.

"Well hung," he said. "Get it hard, slave!"

The idea of sexual pleasure was far from his thoughts, but Davey concentrated, remembering how it had felt when the man's mouth had sucked down so close, remembering the good moments. His body seemed to understand how important it was to obey every command of these three, and in just a few seconds his erection started to grow.

"Horny little bastard, aren't you?" He squeezed hard, and Davey winced. "My name is Gregor, boy. Remember that! That is Klaus, and that is Michael. We own you, until the master sells you. Disobey us, and we'll cut your cock off and feed you to the guard dogs!"

He released Davey's cock. "How good are you at sucking cock, boy?"

"I can suck it, sir."

Gregor's hand slammed his ear. "I know that, boy! I asked how good you were?"

"Very good, sir!" Davey bit his lip.

"A braggart eh? We'll soon see."

He ripped his hand across the front of his loin cloth garment and suddenly his cock popped into the open, eight inches long and surmounted with a knobby head. At the same time his other hand caught Davey by the back of the head, forcing him to his knees. He smelled the stink of Gregor's groin, the cockhead batting against his nose.

"Suck it! We'll see how good you are!"

Davey's mouth opened and he took the cockhead in. Gregor shoved all the way to the back of his throat, gagging him almost as badly as his father had done. The instructor laughed as Davey struggled to break free.

"Suck me, boy! Show me how you're the greatest cocksucker in the world! C'mon, what's the matter?"

Then he relented, withdrawing so that Davey could drag air through his nostrils. The boy massaged his throat with his fingers, swallowing several times, afraid to let the cock slip entirely from his lips. When the blood-explosion had eased from his eyes he took in a deep breath, then began to suck in earnest.

"Mmmmm, yeah! Yeah, that's good, good! Oh, you're not bad, boy! Suck me!"

Davey brought his fingers up to the base of Gregor's cock, worked the instructor's balls from the opening in the garment. They were heavy, the sac completely covered with wiry twisted hair. He breathed in the smell of the man as he sucked down as far as he could, then swallowed and sucked in another fraction of an inch. Now that he was setting the pace he could take more, Gregor's hands going behind his back, the instructor's eyes closing as he enjoyed the sensation the boy was sending through him.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! You do that nice, boy! Suck!"

Davey was aware that he had an audience, the others in the room watching intently as he worked on Gregor, but he could spare them no attention. His eyes focused on the hairy balls before him, only vaguely aware of the soft white nylon of Gregor's loin cloth, staring at his own saliva coating the length of the instructor's prick. He swallowed deeply, and swallowed again, and suddenly all of the cock was in his throat, moving past the baffler, sliding in easily without choking him now that it was no longer being forced.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, yeah! Yeahhhhhhhh! Oh Christ, that's beautiful! Beautiful!"

Gregor's hands were holding his ears but he did not try to force Davey as he continued to suck, sucking with all of his strength, determined to take all of the instructor, sure that his own safety depended on keeping these three instructors happy with his sexual servicing. He was a slave and must do as they said. Very well, he would be the best slave they had ever had. They would have no reason to punish him, to beat him as they beat the other boys. He didn't want to feel Michael's whip across his ass, didn't want to be tied to the bed.

From the corner of his eye he saw Klaus suddenly capture Howard, digging his fingers into the boy's hair and dragging him away. He heard Howard gasp, heard the boy plead, but he did not dare let up on his sucking. He knew that he was pleasing Gregor, the instructor's belly trembling and jumping against his face. The cock in his mouth seemed to be growing harder and harder, thrusting now, Gregor no longer able to stand passive while Davey serviced him.

"Oh, Christ! Christ! Christ!"

Suddenly Gregor's hands caught his head, the cock pulled away, the instructor's belly tightened and trembled. Gregor wiped his lips as Davey looked up at him.

"Did I do it right for you, sir?" asked the boy.

"Oh, yeah, boy! You're a good one! On your feet!"

Davey stood, and now from the corner of his eye he saw that Klaus was strapping Howard into a tiled depression at the end of the room. The boy was spread-eagled, and begging for mercy that was not going to be granted.

"No, please, sir! Don't! Not the toilet!"

"Shut up, you little bastard!" Klaus' foot shot out, catching him in the temple.

"Noooo..."

Suddenly Klaus ripped his cock out of his loin cloth and began to piss, the stream arching and spattering into the boy's face and filling his mouth. Howard choked, and tried to turn away.

"Look at me, boy!"

He heard the anger in Klaus' voice, and did as he said. His mouth open to Klaus' next command, Davey watching in horror as the man proceeded to piss heavily into the gaping receptacle. Before he could see more, however, Gregor caught him from behind, shoving him toward a padded bar that stood nearly at Davey's waist. Before the boy realized what was happening his hands were caught, fastened to straps at the base of the bar's stand, leaving him doubled over.

"Oh! Ohhhhh!"

Gregor's fingers dug into his asshole and then the wet cockhead probed against him, battering until it broke through the sphincter. Davey gasped in pain, but the passage was made easier by the terrible fucking he had taken earlier.

Then the cock sank to the hilt, and he screamed.

"Please! Noooooooooo!"

He twisted, but there was no escaping, his hands held firmly by the straps, Gregor's belly leaning over his asshole to push him down against the bar as he fucked his cock a tentative time or two. Satisfied with his position, he held to Davey's waist with both hands and drew out until the head of his cock was barely within the boy's rectum. Then he stroked forward, going all the way in again, finding the rhythm that soon had him pumping with great joy.

Davey was crying, unable to stop the tears. The pleasure of sucking was forgotten, the fucking in this terribly uncomfortable position worse now than when his father had fucked him on the bed. Bent double, it seemed that Gregor's cock was ripping out his guts.

"Please!" he cried. "Please, don't!"

"Shut up, boy!" cried Gregor. "I will! I'll fuck you as much as I want to fuck you! Slave! Slave boy!"