A Horn Dog's Fate-Chapter 5
A Horn Dog's Fate
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 5
Charlie paced back and forth in his room waiting for The Boss's reply. The sooner he could get out the better, but he was stuck until he heard from The Boss. He certainly couldn't walk the fifteen miles to The Boss's compound stark naked and collared. This was going to be dicey under the best of circumstances!
Would The Boss keep his word? Would he get a van here in a timely manner? What if Charlie got caught trying to escape? Would it be worse to be caught by the estate's security, or by strangers, once he had left the grounds? Would someone think to chain him to a wall before The Boss replied? Charlie's adrenaline was pumping big time, thinking all this through. Then Charlie looked down. His 7 inch member was hard as steel!
Charlie knew what he was, and it sure as hell wasn't a submissive! He thought about it, and decided, he was hard because of the risk he was taking and the adrenaline he was pumping.
Charlie's pulse was racing. He needed something to do with his time, until The Boss replied to his email. He knew he was going to get fucked and become a cocksucker, at least for The Boss, and probably for others. And from what Charlie had heard, The Boss was really hung. He just hoped he’d be able to take it all, and please the man.
That triggered a thought. He had an 8 inch latex dildo that was anatomically correct. He’d never done anything with it himself. He used it to train the mouths of his bitches, who because of their age, and the fact so many were straight, had never taken a dick. Charlie was only seven inches, but he figured if they could handle the extra inch, they’d be able to take care of him.
Charlie decided he better get some practice in before he had to service The Boss. Even if he wound up stuck here, he’d be serving his father and the servants, so the practice wouldn’t go to waste.
When he started, he could feel his teeth scraping the dildo, and covered his teeth better. Charlie had a real problem with deep throating at first, but he knew the technique to use, and slowly began to master it. He finally reached a point where he could handle all eight inches down his throat, and believed he was doing a pretty good job on the head when it was in his mouth. Satisfied, he removed the dildo from his mouth, and considered whether to put it in his ass.
Just then, Charlie's laptop beeped. After he got his heart to stopped thumping in his chest, he went straight to his desk, and called up the email. It was from The Boss!
TO: CHARLIE FROM: THE BOSS
SUBJECT: ESCAPE
Charlie,
You've made the best choice available to you. Get yourself out of there. You need to go over the wall on the West side of the estate. We can't pick you up on the street that borders the wall. There are traffic cameras on that street. The only way this works, is if there is no security or traffic video of our van. Otherwise your father will find out what's happened, and demand payment for you.
You will need to take the alley that runs due West, about mid-way along that wall, for two blocks to get to Franklin Street—that’s the nearest street without any video. If the van is not already there, hide in the foliage at the corner of the alley and Franklin Street.
I will have a black van pick you up. It's a Ford Transit, unmarked. The side door will open, as soon as the street is clear of traffic and pedestrians. Move into the van as fast as you can. Just so this is very clear, from the moment you are in the van you are my slave. You will be restrained by my people the instant the van door closes.
If you are being chased or followed, my people will deal with the problem. If someone else gets you under their control, and my people don't see a safe way of retrieving you, we will leave you in the hands of whomever has you.
I have access to your home computer network. I have taken control of the security cameras between the West side of the house, and the West wall of the grounds. They now display a video loop. Security won’t see you leave. When they check the IP address later, they will see you were the one who shut down the cameras.
I am running the loop remotely from your laptop, so you need to leave it on when you leave. Click the link below, and the DOD grade software I’ve installed on your laptop will erase all your emails and personal files, then overwrite them repeatedly. Your father will never be able to recover the files.
The sooner you are over the wall, the better chance you have of making this work.
Good Luck,
The Boss
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Charlie's ass would just have to wait for the real thing. He wiped the dildo off and put it back in the nightstand drawer. He later wondered why he’d bothered.
The little teen didn’t waste any more time. He clicked the link to erase all of his personal files. Feeling comfortable that his father would not be able to recover anything from the drive, Charlie climbed out his second floor window, and slid down the drain pipe. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, but it was definitely the first time he’d done it stark naked, and collared!
Charlie landed in the hedge row under the window, and ducked behind it. He checked out the open ground. It was daytime, so the dogs weren’t out. But he saw two of the gardeners about a hundred yards to his right. He moved to his left, staying behind the hedge row, until he came to the South end of the house. The gardeners were day workers, and were not in on Jason’s plans. But they would certainly report his naked exit from the property if they saw him!
Charlie peeked around the corner of the house. No one in sight. The gardeners were further away now, and had their backs to him. He ran like hell to a copse of trees, about halfway between the house and the wall, crouching low as he went. The gardeners were busy and hadn’t noticed him. As Charlie crouched, he noticed that his dick was still hard. What the hell was up with that?!
In that moment, Charlie realized that Jason had missed an opportunity. He should have restrained Charlie’s wrists to the back of his collar. And he should have added cock cages and short ankle chains, to the restraints in those trunks. If his dick had been locked up, his hands were bound, and his stride had been limited, he would have had to think long and hard about whether to run. Charlie was actually disappointed in his father. He would have expected him to be smarter than that. He had clearly underestimated his youngest son!
Charlie approached the wall and followed it to his right. That took him back toward the gardeners, but it also took him toward his goal—a large tree whose trunk was within four feet of the wall, and had a large branch that hung over the wall. He climbed the tree, and hid in it’s branches, as he scouted the road on the other side. The gardeners were slowly working toward him, but he couldn’t just jump down. There would be no way back up, and if anyone was coming, he would be screwed. Probably literally.
He remained still and quiet in the tree, as the gardeners passed him, mowing the lawn. Once they were past, he scanned the street for traffic and pedestrians. A single car was coming, so he waited until it passed and made a turn at the next block. Charlie’s heart was thudding in his chest as he dropped from the tree, onto the sidewalk below.
Collared, with wrist and ankle restraints locked to his naked body, and no way back to the house, the boy had never felt so vulnerable in his life! And his dick was still hard!
Charlie raced across the street and headed up the alley, toward Franklin Street. He wasn’t too worried about being spotted now, as this was a wealthy neighborhood, and there were no open back yards. Every house had a privacy fence or wall. But that also meant that if someone did see him, there was no place to hide and he could easily be cornered. He tried not to think about that, as he sprinted toward the first cross street, Grant Street. He would have to cross Grant Street, and sprint another block, in order to get to Franklin.
Charlie reached Grant Street without being seen, but crossing Grant would be the most dangerous obstacle remaining. The street had car and pedestrian traffic on a regular basis during the day, and there was only one small group of bushes in which to hide.
Charlie peeked around the corner of a security wall to scope out Grant street. There were a couple of cars, moving away from him, but no pedestrians. He dove into the bushes, then peeked out to see if he had been spotted. The two cars continued to move away. He waited for the longest two minutes in his fourteen years, before deciding it was as safe as it was going to get.
Charlie sprinted across the street, never noticing the two teen boys sitting in the parked car fifty feet from the alley. As he entered the alley on the West side of Grant Street, the boys spotted him, looked at each other in shock and surprise, then grinned. They bolted from the car and gave chase.
The boys were the local bullies. Even wealthy neighborhoods have them. Butch was the 18 year old. Buck was the 16 year old. Buck had his learners permit, and Butch was teaching him to drive. They had been sitting in the car discussing the drive they’d just taken, when they spotted the hot little naked teen, running into the alley in front of them.
If Butch had been in the driver’s seat, he would have chased the boy down with the car. But Buck was an inexperienced and very scary driver. Butch couldn’t trust him at the wheel in this situation. Butch didn’t figure it mattered. They would definitely catch the little fag.
They were both six foot two, buff, strong and fast. In fact they looked like twins, now that Buck and filled out. Their dad had gotten rich in the last year. He’d won the lottery. But he and his boys were born and bred racist trailer trash—big, strong, and stupid.
They were really good looking, had great bodies, black hair and blue eyes. But they had absolutely nothing else going for them. For Butch, when the high school football season was over, his life was over. He didn’t graduate, and he never would. He’d been expelled the day after football season ended. The miracle was that Buck had not been expelled. Possibly because he was a really good football player, and had a couple of years left to play. Daddy had blown almost all the lottery money, so the two boys figured to either end up in jail, or on welfare.
For these two, sex had always been a power trip. And while they were homophobes who saw themselves as totally straight, they loved raping other boys. They had used several straight boys, since moving into the big house on Grant Street. They had shot video of these boys being raped, and cut out the parts that showed them resisting. They would show a boy the video, and blackmail him into putting out whenever Butch and Buck (and sometimes Daddy) wanted.
When they got bored with a boy and he was utterly broken, they would send the video to his parents. They were cruel beyond measure and had rapidly become notorious in their new high school. It had only been ten months since they moved into the big house on Grant Street. But that had been long enough for their reputation to spread. Every teen in the area avoided them like the plague.
Charlie had spotted Butch and Buck getting out of the car and knew exactly who they were. As bad as he knew his life was going to be, it was going to be a whole lot worse, if those two caught him!
Charlie picked up his speed. But the two boys were still gaining ground. It was going to be a very near thing.
“That van had better be there! There isn’t going to be any time to hang out,” thought Charlie.
One thing about running this fast—the blacktop wasn’t burning his bare feet so much. Charlie stopped looking back. It slowed him up, and he couldn’t afford that.
Butch and Buck knew who they were chasing. The hot gay fourteen year old had been on their to-do list almost since they’d started at the High School. But getting to him had proved impossible. He was really popular and they’d never caught him alone. Even if they had, they had not been able to come up with a plan for blackmailing a gay top who was out, and didn’t give a damn who knew. They just weren’t that bright.
But this was too good to pass up! They didn’t know why he was running down the alley naked, but they were determined to take advantage of the opportunity. They would have no trouble hauling him back up the alley and through the alley entrance to their house.
They had set the basement up as a dungeon, with a cage and lots of restraints. Their daddy sometimes used it for his whores. And their daddy was not above using a cute teen boy, if he didn’t have to go out and get him himself. This was going to be a real family affair!
Charlie was starting to panic. He was almost to Franklin Street, but didn’t see the van. And hiding in the bushes wasn’t going to cut it! Those two rednecks were right on his heels!
It all happened so fast, that none of the three boys could take it all in at once. The brothers grabbed Charlie by his shoulders. Charlie dropped to one knee and they overran him slightly. As they turned back Charlie punched the Butch in the balls and thrust his leg out into Buck’s knee. They both went down briefly, but recovered fast.
Charlie got by them and made it to Franklin Street, just as the black van pulled up. The side door flew open and Charlie dove in, as Butch and Buck grabbed his ankles, pulling him back from the van. Two large black men jumped out of the back, pulled out their tasers, and let the two boys have it. As Butch and Buck writhed in pain on the ground, Charlie crawled into the van. Another of the Boss’s men attached Charlie’s wrist restraints to the back of his collar, and placed a one foot chain between his ankle restraints. To Charlie’s embarrassment and wonder, his dick was still hard!
The henchmen looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the two big teens they had just tased. The driver didn’t have any doubts. He grabbed two syringes filled with sedative from the glove box, jumped out of the van and administered them to the stunned boys.
“Throw them in the back, and let’s book!”
And the henchmen did just that. The driver knew they couldn’t leave them behind. Sooner or later the story would get back to Jason, and he’d know The Boss had Charlie. What they were going to do with them, he didn’t know or care. That was up to The Boss. The sedative would keep them out cold for eight hours. Plenty of time for decisions to be made.
The henchmen weren’t taking any chances. They cuffed both boys hand and foot, and gagged them. As they had one naked boy in the van already, (but one they couldn't play with,) the henchmen figured what the heck? They’d check out the other two.
Knives came out and the cutting began until Butch and Buck were, you should forgive the expression, Buck Naked. Their unexpected prey was definitely hot! What exactly The Boss would decide to do with them, they didn’t know. But they were willing to bet that sooner or later, these two would be serving black cock!
When Charlie regained his composure, he told the henchmen the boys were racist trailer trash, and their dad had won money in the lottery. The henchmen amused themselves on the ride back speculating on all the very satisfying things they could do with boys like that!
The henchmen knew they would never be allowed to use Charlie. The Boss had a deal with the boy. The Boss would certainly fuck him, and the boy could expect to be rented out to other men who would do the same. But the boy was a top, and The Boss was getting him for free. In return Charlie would not be available to The Boss’s security forces, and would eventually be sold to a bottom.
So the two hot jocks lying naked and unconscious on the floor of the van figured to be a very nice consolation prize! The three henchmen in the back spent the ride playing with the buff bodies of the two hot jocks. No penetration, of course. Not until The Boss decided what to do with them. But the henchmen had high hopes for those two. And the action allowed Charlie to take his mind off his situation, and just enjoy the debasement of those two assholes. He certainly wouldn’t mind it, if The Boss allowed him to fuck these two!
The van arrived at The Boss’s compound without incident. They pulled through the guarded gate, and stopped for vehicle inspection—and naked boy inspection! The guards knew they would never have Charlie, but one of the henchmen had texted The Boss about the two extra passengers, and the word had quickly spread.
The guards copped major feels and were only sorry the two boys weren’t awake to “enjoy” the experience. No one touched Charlie. Charlie was unique. He was the first boy who had ever given himself to The Boss as a slave. And the first to have an agreement protecting him to some degree, as a result.
Charlie was a stunning beauty, just like his big brother Jack. But he was a lot smarter, more aggressive, and naturally dominant. The power bottoms would be paying big time to be used by him! Certainly The Boss would fuck him. And there were tops out there that would pay big to dominate a fourteen year old total top. But given The Boss’s deal with Charlie, the consensus among the henchmen was that it would take massive money for The Boss to rent him to a top.
The Boss was very satisfied with how things were going, because not only were his plans to destroy Jason working out, he was making a substantial profit from those plans. It was likely that Charlie would bring in the highest price he had ever received for a boy slave—and he didn’t have to pay a dime for him!
Charlie was brought into The Boss’s office, still naked, his wrists bound to his collar and the one foot chain between his ankles. The Boss had the chain removed so Charlie could spread his legs to shoulder width, but his wrists were left restrained. And Charlie kept his elbows out to the side, as he was originally instructed.
There wasn’t much that impressed The Boss. But this boy was a truly awesome sight! It was a good thing his men had picked up those other two boys to distract them. Otherwise, they might not have been able to keep their hands off Charlie!
Unlike Jack, Charlie was calm and in control of himself. He stood straight and had no trouble maintaining eye contact with The Boss. And his expression was dispassionate. This was clearly a total top. He knew he was about to get fucked. He knew he was a slave, and would be for the rest of his life. But he also knew what else he was. A dominant. He may not have been happy about his situation, but it was clear he intended to make the best of it.
The Boss had to admire that. More importantly, the boy’s attitude and demeanor would be an important asset when selling his services as a whore, and eventually selling the boy himself. And The Boss knew with one look, that he wasn’t going to be in any rush to do that! Given his age, he could keep the boy for a couple of years, and anything he lost on the selling price he would make up five times over from whoring him out. Plus, he was going to fuck the little top himself, on a very regular basis. It would be interesting to see how Charlie handled that.
“Congratulations, boy. I heard a little about your adventure getting to the van. You did well. Kept your cool. And I will be keeping my word to you. When he gets here, you will be the first to fuck your brother Mike. And I will whore you out primarily as a top. Any top who wants to use you is going to have to pay through nose for the privilege. And I will sell you to a bottom, when the time comes. But that won’t be for awhile—maybe years.”
“I’m going to fuck you, of course—regularly. But my men will not be allowed to use you. All of them have used Jack on multiple occasions, and will be doing the same with Mike, when you’re done with him. At some point, I will own your father. I don’t know how long that will take, but if you are still here and you want him, I’ll be happy to let you fuck his brains out. If you want him to know it’s you, I would really like that. By then it won’t matter if he knows I own you. And don’t worry about clothes. You won’t be wearing any while I own you. Depending on who your new owner is, you might be naked for the rest of your life.”
The Boss got up from his desk and walked around to the stunning teen beauty that had just become his property. Charlie willed himself to remain relaxed, and unafraid. He was determined to gain this man’s respect. He felt that could go a long way to making his life better. He would serve him, of course. In fact he’d do his damnedest to please The Boss, and the men who would rent him. But not out of desperation or fear. He saw that as the behavior of bottom boys. Charlie felt it was critical that The Boss never see him that way, even when he used him that way.
The Boss walked around his prey, studying him from every angle. He was breathtaking. He would have to make sure the boy had the proper regimen to keep his physique. In fact, as he was going to wind up with a bumper crop of boy slaves, he decided to hire a personal trainer for all of them.
Coming up from behind, The Boss put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. Charlie didn’t even flinch. Excellent! His hands worked their way down the boy’s back and sides, finally coming to that glorious ass. The Boss spread Charlie’s butt cheeks and examined the virgin hole before him. He slowly penetrated the sphincter with a wet finger. Charlie remained still, and offered no resistance.
The Boss smiled, and withdrew the finger. He stood, and slowly wrapped his huge arms around the little stud. His hands teased the boy’s nipples. The nipples hardened, but there was no other response from the boy. Slowly The Boss ran his hands down the boy’s well defined Vee, then took Charlie’s cock in his left hand, and his balls in his right. Much to The Boss’s satisfaction, the dick began to harden and the slender teen’s breathing quickened. Not resisting, but responsive. Perfect.
The Boss smiled and ran his big hands through the teen’s shaggy blonde hair, then gave him a pat on the butt, before moving in front of Charlie. Charlie’s dick remained hard. Clearly the boy was in the 7 inch range. The bottoms were going to faint when they saw this kid!
“Charlie, you may have noticed Jack had no body hair at all. I insist on that with all my whores and slaves. Walk over and stand under that shower head, with the drain in the floor. I’m about to permanently remove all your body hair. I’ll leave the hair on your head and your eyebrows.”
Charlie hadn’t expected this. He’d noticed Jack’s body was hairless, and liked that. But it had not occurred to him that it was permanent, or that they would do the same to a top. But it wasn’t like they were going to cut his junk off. He decided it was really no big deal. Plus, it was clearly too late to make a stand, or negotiate anything.
The Boss used the same creams he’d used on Jack. After fifteen minutes it was all Charlie could do to stand still and remain quiet, because of the intense burning sensation. But just when he thought he might start to whimper, The Boss came over and turned on the shower head. Once all the cream and hair were gone, The Boss began to rub in more cream. Charlie tensed, but barely managed to hold still. He did not want another round! But it quickly became clear that this was a different cream. It immediately started to relieve the burning sensation. Charlie relaxed. The Boss grinned behind his back.
The Boss walked Charlie back to the front of his desk, put mild pressure on his shoulders, and watched his newest slave sink to his knees. The naked fourteen year old had planned to go his entire life without becoming a cocksucker. However, he had known this was inevitable from the moment his father had made his announcement. But that didn’t mean he liked the idea.
It was in his best interest to do a good job. And he was determined to do so. But he had no enthusiasm for it, and had no intention of showing any. Charlie was very worried that if he did show emotion, The Boss might think he wasn’t a total top after all. And he didn’t dare think where that would lead. But he also didn’t want to appear hesitant or resisting. Charlie felt he was walking a very fine line.
With his wrists bound to his collar, he couldn’t open The Boss’s fly. He chose to wait for orders, rather than use his teeth. He felt that would look too enthusiastic. He also had never used his teeth like that, and wasn’t confident he could do it at all, never mind do it well. If The Boss gave him an order to use his teeth he would, of course. But to Charlie's relief, The Boss stepped back and completely undressed.
Charlie managed to keep a straight face, and did not show the awe he was feeling. The Boss was magnificent! Built like a pro linebacker, and packing a solid eight inches of man meat—already hard! And great looking!
Charlie would find out later that The Boss was six feet four inches tall and 230 pounds of solid muscle. Big pecs, huge chest, narrow waist and a solid six pack. Well, if was going to be a slave, at least he belonged to a man he felt was worthy of owning him! (Unlike Jack, Charlie had no problem with self-worth.)
The Boss slowly moved toward his naked, kneeling slave boy. Charlie watched mesmerized, as that mammoth tube steak approached his full virgin lips. The Boss was only an inch longer than Charlie, but quite a bit thicker. Charlie was relieved he’d had the foresight to practice with the dildo this morning. He did not want to scrape teeth on this monster, or gag when it was shoved all the way into his throat.
As the cock touched his lips, Charlie opened wide. The Boss slowly slid it in, as Charlie looked up and locked eyes with his owner. The Boss’s big hands each grabbed a handful of Charlie’s golden blonde hair, and slowly pulled the teen’s head down onto his cock.
“Maintain eye contact at all times, boy.”
Charlie gave a slight nod, and complied, as he felt the huge rod slide into his throat. So far, the little top had not scraped teeth, and his swallowing around his first BBC was helping him to control his gag reflex. Charlie didn’t want to speculate on how this would be going if he hadn’t practiced on that dildo!
As his nose entered the big man’s pubes, Charlie felt a sense of relief, and elation. He’d taken it all! But now the real work was beginning. Charlie continued to swallow around the massive shaft down his throat, massaging it for The Boss’s pleasure. He’d had the foresight to take a deep breath, before his air was cut off.
The Boss was impressed. He had not expected the twink to have any skills. He decided not to make the boy pass out. He pulled his cock head back into the boy’s mouth, to see how talented his tongue was.
As soon as the head was in his mouth Charlie went to work. Charlie may never have given a blow job before, but he knew what felt good. And he’d trained more than a dozen boys in the art of pleasing him with their mouths. His tongue action was excellent. His biggest problem was keeping his teeth covered and dealing with the increasing discomfort of keeping his mouth this open for this long.
His second biggest problem was not being able to use his hands to stabilize this beast. With his hands still restrained to the back of his slave collar, and The Boss controlling the position of his head with handfuls of his hair, he had to make adjustments as best he could.
The Boss could feel the boy struggling a bit, and he knew why. And that was fine with The Boss. He certainly didn’t want to make this easy for the teen. He might be a natural top, but he was still a slave, and it was important that their agreement didn’t give the kid any sense of privilege.
The Boss was pleased to see his naked property continued to maintain eye contact. And he was clearly working as hard as he could to please. So far, Charlie seemed to have the right attitude, but without seeming subservient. It would be interesting to see if the boy would ultimately identify as versatile, instead of total top.
Either way would be fine, But The Boss decided to make sure the kid came every time he was fucked. Unlike his other boy slaves, Charlie would not be wearing a cage, so that shouldn’t be a problem. And he wouldn’t punish him for orgasms. That kind of challenge for himself should make the next couple of years more interesting.
As The Boss neared orgasm, he began a serious throat fucking. Charlie maintained eye contact and took it. His eyes showed no emotion at all. But he never looked away, and passively accepted his throat fucking. Good.
The Boss pulled back into the young teen’s mouth and shot his load there, so the boy could taste and swallow. His facial expression flickered with a moment of anger and distaste, but he had the presence of mind to keep the load in his mouth, and wait for instructions.
“Swallow, slave.”
And Charlie did, without hesitation. He certainly preferred to swallow, rather than have it remain in his mouth for any length of time. And he was pleased that his dick had remained soft throughout. It was not a turn-on for him, and he didn’t want it to look like it was. But secretly, he was very satisfied with the job he’d done.
“Okay, Cocksucker. Get up on my desk, lie on your back, and keep your legs open. Is that understood?”
For the first time The Boss had asked him a question. And Charlie steeled himself to say the words that would make all of this real and permanent for him.
“Yes, Master.”
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