Chapter 8
"Fifty thousand!" Gregor's voice was filled with wonder as he released the bonds holding Davey to the post. "Little one, you should be very proud. That's the most anyone has ever paid for a boy!"
Davey rubbed his wrists as Gregor took him down to the audience, trying to see the man who was now his master. Then he stood, a tall man in his early forties. He was handsome, and he smiled.
"Hello, David."
"Master." The boy bowed as Gregor had taught him, but the man caught his chin, made him look up.
"I'm not your master, David. I work for the man who owns you now."
"Sir?"
"Your master does not like to travel. But come, Robin is waiting with the car."
He turned to leave, knowing that Davey would follow him. The boy hurried after him, thankful that he had not been put into a leash or a cock ring, like Howard. They saw no one as they went downstairs, but a car was waiting, motor running, when they came out. The door opened and a boy got out, not much older than Davey.
"Robin, this is David."
The boy studied Davey with great interest for a few seconds, then moved to open the rear door for him. Davey got in, Robin following him, while the man took the driver's seat.
"Did you have to pay much, Dad?" asked Robin.
"More than I expected, but no more than he's worth."
Davey blushed, aware that Robin's eyes were resting on his crotch. His cock grew hard in automatic response, and he moved his hand to cover it. Then they were moving, the car following a long winding driveway for the next several minutes. The house must be miles from the main road, he decided.
"Dad?"
"Yes, son?" The man did not look back, executing a turn onto a country lane.
"May I make him do me?"
Davey saw that the boy was eagerly waiting the answer to the question, Robin's hands resting in his own crotch as he sat forward on the edge of the seat. His tongue touched the corner of his mouth.
"Don't mark him," said his father, amused. "I want him untouched when I give him to the old man."
"Oh, I won't, Dad! Thanks!"
Robin turned to Davey, his face grinning as he looked over the purchase. He reached out to take Davey's hands away from his cock, biting on his lip.
"Undress me, slave!"
Davey blinked several times. The grin on Robin's face was glee at being able to order the other boy about in any way that he pleased. This was slavery, this was having to do what he was ordered to do, no matter what.
At least the first order was harmless enough. He moved, sliding from the seat to his knees to lift Robin's foot and untie his lace. The shoe came off, followed by the sock and then the other foot was handled. Davey stalled a few seconds by straightening out the socks and placing them neatly in the shoes, conscious that his own prick was burning against his belly. His ears flamed as Robin leaned back to make it easier for him to reach his belt and zipper.
A moment later the pants were off and folded, the shirt coming next. Robin wore bright printed bikini briefs, the fabric silky as Davey slid them down from his hips and the cock popped into view.
It was small, compared to his own, and uncircumcised. His cockhead was no larger than the shaft, only the darker color of the head marking it. Robin shifted again, half-laying back into the corner, one knee up on the seat.
"Suck it, slave!"
Davey moved forward at the command, took the bay's prick in his mouth. He was conscious of the man in the front seat, wondered what he was thinking, letting his son have sex with another boy only inches away. But what kind of man could he be to traffic in slaves, to talk of giving a naked boy to an old man?
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Take it, all of it!"
Robin sighed with pleasure, wriggling his ass about on the seat as Davey sucked down onto his cock. There was no problem in the boy taking his five inches of meat. It was hot enough to heat the saliva in Davey's mouth, but it lay nicely across his tongue, battering against the hanging uvula each time he pressed his lips against Robin's groin but not long enough to force the barrier.
"Yeah! Do it! Do it -- ohhhhhh!"
Suddenly Robin humped up against Davey, only a dozen strokes of his cock in the slave's mouth, and began to pump his load. It was thick, sweetish, quickly filling Davey's mouth. The boy grabbed the back of Davey's head, forcing him down as though he could penetrate farther into him, Davey continuing to suck around the shape of his cock. "Oh, yeah!" cried Robin. "That's so good!"
"He's a good cocksucker?" asked his father, from the front seat.
"The best, Dad!"
"That's good." He chuckled. "I'd be rather disappointed if he wasn't."
The car stopped for an intersection, and he turned to look back at Davey, still on his knees lacking permission from Robin to get up. Davey jumped, letting Robin's cock slip from his lips, when he heard the man speak closely.
"Actually, I was going to buy another boy, Robin -- a little fellow, eleven years old." That must have been James. "He had a surprisingly nice cock for a fellow his size. But I changed my mind when I saw this one perform."
Davey suddenly felt an ache in his arms where the ropes had pulled him tight. The man had been pleased with the way he acted while tied up. A shiver passed across his spine, carrying a warning that he knew he did not like.
"Want me to drive for a while, Dad?"
His father chuckled again. "No thank you, Robin. I've told you, you get your license and you can drive on the highway."
"But don't you want to screw David?"
"Yes, very much. But it will just make me that much hotter when we go to bed later."
"Okay. But you don't know what you're missing."
"Business before pleasure, Robin. Always."
The boy sighed, stretched out flat on the seat and caught Davey's head again, pulling him over.
"Suck on me some more, slave! Make me feel good!"
Davey could feel air from the car's heater system against his asshole as he knelt over the prostrate boy, taking the small cock again. Robin rubbed his hair affectionately, then patted him on the shoulder.
"You're a good slave." He sighed. "I wish you were mine, but we gotta give you to Mr. Moxon. Jeez, some people have all the luck!"
Davey continued to work on the boy's prick, Robin totally relaxed and enjoying the sucking lips about his meat now that the first quick load was spilled. His hand continued to move through Davey's hair, his other fingers resting on his belly for a moment. Then he caught Davey's hand and pulled it up to his tit. Reading the unspoken message, Davey rolled the little nubbin of nipple between his fingers, then pinched it. He pinched harder when Robin sighed at the first contact, the boy humping up against him.
"Oh, rub me, slave! Make me feel good all over!"
The other hand came up to Robin's thigh, moved along his leg while Davey continued to work on cock and tit with the elements already occupied. Robin cocked his leg, and Davey moved far enough so that the cock did not slip from his lips, at the same time reaching beneath to fondle the boy's balls. Then his finger moved into the crack of Robin's ass, stroking the velvet-softness of the boy for a moment. Robin gasped.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah -- finger me, slave!"
Davey touched the rectum with the finger, worked around until he felt the sphincter flexing against him. He probed, prodded, the tip of his finger suddenly nibbled by the hungry ring of flesh. Even though there was no lubrication, Robin made his asshole open enough to take Davey, at first to the first joint and then as far as he could probe.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yeah!"
Robin caught Davey's head in both hands, then let his fingers roam beneath the slave's body. He touched Davey's flaming prick, fingered it.
"Get up here with me!"
Davey did as he was ordered, Robin catching his hips and directing him until he was over the boy and his cock probed at Robin's face. Suddenly Robin captured it, the cool sensation delightful along the shape of his flesh. It was awkward for Davey to keep his finger working in Robin's ass, but he somehow managed as the boy caught his hips, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him down until Davey's weight was on his face, his cock probing at Robin's throat.
The boys sucked together, Davey feeling the delicious tingle across his balls that meant he was close to coming, although his cock had spouted tremendously less than an hour ago. The auction had taken less than half an hour, and they had been on the road no more than twenty minutes. But he was ready again, knew that he could not hold back the way Robin's lips and tongue were teasing, tickling him to the point of explosion.
He pulled up from Robin's cock long enough to gasp a warning, then the boy humped against him, Davey reading the message that he was to get down on that cock again. He took it in, burying his face in the boy's teenage smell while both of his hands dug into Robin's ass crack. And then he was fucking against the boy, throwing his weight down as his cum spilled, burned, boiled into the other boy's mouth. Davey was out of control, his body floating someplace that he could only try to reach, the feeling of pure delight coursing through his veins as he fed his beautiful measure of boy juice to the son of the man who had bought him.
"Aggghhhh, glug!" Robin swallowed convulsively, and pushed up until Davey pulled his cock from his mouth. "Oh, Jeez! Jeezussssss!"
"Did you like it, sir?" Davey was nervous as he asked the question, not realizing that he had come off Robin's cock without permission, waiting anxiously for the answer. He had to please this boy, just as he had to please the man in the front seat, and anyone else he was given to.
Especially his master.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Robin wiped his lips. "Get off!"
He struggled to a sitting position as Davey obeyed instantly, then slumped against the seat, his jaw slack. He swallowed a time or two, and worked his mouth experimentally, then reached down to scratch his balls.
"Did I do it right, sir?" Davey asked again.
"Oh, yeah!" Robin grinned, reached out to grab Davey's cock, squeezing until the slave boy winced. "You're a good one. Dad, you'd better give him a try! You don't know what you're missing!"
"I'm sure I don't, son," his father replied. "But remember, duty before pleasure."
"Sit back!" said Robin, waving Davey away when he saw the boy eyeing his prick again. "Jeez, give me a rest!"
Davey did as ordered, grateful for the chance to just sit. He looked out the car window, but saw nothing but an occasional distant light as they moved through countryside. He wondered where they were, they could it be too far from home -- his former home, before his father had sold him -- but he was completely lost.
Then the car was slowing again, entering another long and winding road. Nearly ten minutes passed before the car stopped, and Davey saw a pair of massive iron gates opening in a high brick wall. There was no one to operate them. The driver must have been working them by radio control.
They moved along a driveway that was even longer than the one leading to the slavemaster's house. He could see strange shapes and shadows as they drove through the grounds, and then, suddenly, there were lights. The car passed in front of a mansion as grand as the one where he had been kept for his slave training and continued around to a long garage that had at least six doors. The one door opened, again by remote control, and the car rolled silently into its stall.
The engine stopped, the man got out, followed a second later by his son. Robin was still naked, and made no effort to reach for his clothes as he held the door for Davey. Was he naked all the time for the mysterious master?
"This is home, David," said the man. "Your home. Come into the kitchen."
He led the way from the garage, across a narrow space to the house. The night breeze was chilly on Davey's bare skin, and he hurried to follow through the back door. Then they were in a large, old-fashioned room, lined with appliances that had been new a generation before.
"Get the box, Robin."
The boy hurried into the pantry, returning with a large box that was covered with gilt gift wrapping. A huge red bow was fastened to the top only. Robin set it aside and Davey saw that the box was filled with tissue paper.
"Come here, David. Get on the table."
Davey spun around, saw the man standing by a large work table. There were ropes as well, produced from a drawer, and now Davey's heart sank.
But he moved as ordered, he dared not disobey. The man patted the table and he climbed up on it, getting on his hands and knees.
"Can you suck your own cock, David?"
"Sir?" The question took him by surprise. "I don't know, sir. I never tried."
"Try now. Let's see how good you are."
Davey looked down at his cock, soft for the moment. He reached back to rub himself and his pecker jumped to attention as it had been taught during the weeks of training. Then he bent down as far as he could, but saw quickly that he wasn't going to be able to obey in that position.
He settled back on his heels and tried again, but there just wasn't bend enough in his body. His head would go no lower than his belly.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, looking up. "I can't."
"You haven't tried yet," the man said, although there was good humor in his voice. "Over you go, up on your shoulders! That's the ticket, as though you were going to stand on your head."
Davey tried again, balancing himself on his neck, reaching up with his hands to hold his ass. His cock came down over his face, now only a few inches away.
"You'll make it," the man said, encouraging him. "Keep trying."
His back ached as his feet trod air, but Davey made the effort, fucking down toward his own face -- almost close enough to grab the tip of his cock in his lips. But he couldn't hold the position.
"Don't get down -- stay there!"
The order stopped him, kept him with his ass in the air. Suddenly the man caught his legs, pushing down, bending him into an S-curve.
"Owwwww!"
Pain stabbed, but Davey choked, realizing that he had made a mistake in crying out. The man didn't seem to notice, however, concentrating on folding the boy into a tight curve. He shoved don again.
"Try now."
His cock was there. It entered his lips, his tongue tasting his own meat for the first time. It was a strange sensation, his mouth tight about his own flesh, which seemed unusually hot.
"There! I knew you could do it!"
Suddenly ropes were around Davey's thighs, snaking under his back. The man tugged, pulling them tight, forcing the boy into a smaller curve. His cock slipped back in his mouth as pain darted across his eyes, but Davey couldn't cry out this time. He nearly choked on his own prick.
"That's the way, David. Just relax, now."
The cock was ail the way back in Davey's throat, his balls falling across his lips and his nostrils. They seemed huge, far bigger than they ever had when he touched them, lifted them with his fingers, but he could spare no attention to them. Ropes were around his ankles now, his lower legs strapped tight against his thighs. His hands were yanked behind his back, strapped down, a rope passed along the crack of his ass to hold them snug when it was threaded through the ropes around his legs.
"There, Robin!" The man stepped back to survey his handiwork. "I told you it would work. We can still learn a trick or two from de Sade."
The boy saw the strain registered in Davey's features, the bound boy wincing with the pain that seemed to burn through his joints. Davey stared at him, beseeching, thought he saw a measure of sympathy.
"He's hurting, Dad."
"Oh, some, I suppose. It won't kill him."
"But..."
"No more nonsense, Robin!" His father spoke sharply, and the boy subsided. "Now help me get him in the box. The sooner we give him to Mr. Moxon, the sooner he'll be undone again."
They caught Davey and lifted him, carrying him high in the air for a moment before dropping him into the box. Curled as he was into a ball, he fit very well into the small space of the box. The man shifted him slightly, rolling him onto his side, Davey peering up but unable to see more than the man's arm above the box. Then Robin lay tissue paper over him, crumpling it around him and arranging it until the box was filled.
Davey wanted to cry out, the pain in his back and his legs almost unbearable. But his own cock prevented him from speaking, from making more than an unintelligible sound -- and the damn thing wouldn't go soft! It was hard, perhaps harder than it had ever been before. He swallowed against the shape of it, the movement suddenly delicious in his asshole. For an instant he forgot the pain of the ropes, although it returned as soon as he stopped sucking on himself.
Then everything went black as Robin put the top on the box. Davey panicked, feeling as though he couldn't breathe. Some of the tissue was close to his nostrils, clinging now until he breathed out as hard as he could and managed to turn his head a fraction of an inch. That brought new pain from his back. He swallowed, biting his cock.
Oh, God! Let this come to an end.
They were moving the box, lifting it and carrying it a short distance. Then they lowered him almost to the floor. Seconds later they were moving, Davey hearing the squeak of wheels through the bottom of the box. They hit a threshold and he was jarred, the box sliding around on its little dolly. There was the sound of doors opening and the box bounced some more, and then there was a strange creaking that coupled with another feeling of movement. After a second, Davey decided that they were riding in an elevator.
The creaking stopped, the dolly bounced across another threshold, and then silence. For more than a minute there was nothing, leaving the boy to take in the thousands of pains shooting through his body. God, but it hurt! He couldn't take it!
He swallowed, and tasted again the shape of his own cock. Why was his prick so obstinately hard? Didn't it understand that the rest of his body was taking terrible punishment? Go soft, damn you, cock!
His cock didn't listen. It was safe in a warm mouth, a feeling that it had always enjoyed, even before Davey was sold into slavery. It quivered, the vein jumping against his tongue. The sensation was pleasant enough that he sucked down, drawing a repeat of the brief feeling.
It did feel good and it let him forget the pain. Davey sighed, wriggling but making no headway against the bonds holding him. The man was a master at arranging such things. There was nothing to do but give himself relief in the only way possible.
He sucked, feeling the shape of his cockhead deep in his mouth. There was a feeling in his bladder as though he had to piss, but he fought it away. He certainly didn't want to drink his own piss! That was carrying recycling too far!
He sucked, and the sensation was pleasant, almost relaxing. His balls tingled, responding to the sexual massage of his tongue and his lips and ignoring the pain, and Davey knew that he was very close to coming. He didn't notice when the box started to move again as he concentrated on the sensation in his prick, sucking as hard as he could to bring himself off. He had tasted his own cum, but never hot from the spigot!
He was there. His balls were ready to erupt!
The top came off the box, the papers pulled aside, and a voice boomed: "Well bless my soul! A naked little boy!"