MY SLAVE AND ME - Chapter 2
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I looked at the tag on the young man. It read "SPECIAL. 2 FOR ONE. BABY INCLUDED REDUCED FOR QUICK SALE" I couldn't imagine why this boy had a small child attached and to be sold. The young man glanced down at me as I checked the tag. He quickly returned his look to forward as slaves were not supposed to look at the customers. The hot sun was beating down directly on the young man and child. Both were sweating. Perspiration glistened on the older young man and drips of sweat trickled down on him and on his balls and cock. He stood erect and straight. His face was more beautiful than I thought originally, young yet mature. I could see his lips were partched.
The young child squirmed below him. He couldn't move far as he was tethered to the older boy. The young child looked at me and up toward the older boy. He eyed me but seemed afraid to say anything to this stranger. He reached up toward the older boy and said in his child voice that he was thirsty and wanted water. The older boy glanced down and gave him a look of stop talking and fidgeting. I looked up to the older boy and asked if he needed water and could I give some to the little boy. He glanced down at me at quietly, as to be undetected, said thank you sir but no. I noticed that he too fidgeted as he stood magnificently in the burning sun. I suspected he had to go to the bathroom and was trying to control it. The little child's fidgeting didn't make that any easier. Finally, the little child climbed up on the crate and began to lick the sweat off the older boy's body.
"Water, daddy." He cried softly. The older body seemed to mumble something to him that I didn't hear. The little boy didn't give up and held on to the older boys leg and began to lick the older boys cock and balls. I was appalled. Why wouldn't someone give the little child any water. The man who was selling the youths, had glanced over several times and seemed angry at the pair but he was busy helping a woman make her selection between two teen boys farther down the row. One of those boys appeared to be Hispanic and the other black. Both had gorgeous bodies, actually more muscular than the boy I was observing and good sized cocks and balls similar to the speciman near me.
Suddenly the little tyke opened his mouth and placed his lips on the bigger boys cockhead and again asked about water. Whether it was the soft lips on the cock or just by choice, the older boys wiggled a bit. It appeared he didn't want the young child to be licking or sucking his cock. In only a few moments, the wiggling older boy suddenly started to urinate. I think he could not prevent it from happening. The little boy sucked down some of the piss. When he had enough, he moved away but the older boy could not stop and continued to let forth a stream of piss that hit the small boy's body as he moved away and then continued to drain down toward the older boys gorgeous feet and the top of the crate. He looked dejected and embarrassed at what had happened.
"Thank you for the water", the young child said. The little child climbed back off the box and picked up a small stone and began to play with it
I was appalled that the only water the child could get was from the older boy's urine. I looked over to the merchant who was completing the sale of the black young stud down the way. I motioned for him to come over. In the meantime, several other couples came by and examined the young man. The one said he smelled like piss and walked away. The other couple examined his cock and balls and made him bend over so they could inspect his anus. "He's not a virgin, I don't think" said the man. The woman looked at his anus and seemed to agree. " I think I want a younger one," she said as they walked around him. "Oh, look over there!" she exclaimed looking away toward a young blond boy standing on a box a few feet away. Let's check him out. "This one has been used but he is marked down", her male partner said but the woman already was moving away toward the young blond boy. The boy and his little child stood motionless and eventually stood erect again realizing that their potential buyer had moved on.
The merchant came over and saw the urine puddle on the crate in front of the boy. The sun was already drying the wetness on his feet. He took a riding crop out and used it on the boys legs. "Damn, shit, he pissed himself when I got customers". The rule was that the slave was supposed to hold all urine and shit while on display unless the customer chose to see them do these things to make sure "their plumbing" worked. That type of inspection usually happened off of display crate.
"Sorry, Sir!", the young man said as he tried to regain his stance after being struck.
"Don't hit my daddy!" the little child cried out. The merchant looked as if he was going to strike the little boy too but I yelled at him to stop.
"I'm want to know the story behind these two and why the reduction in price." I said sternly, stopping the man from hitting the child. The older boy stood motionless and faced straight ahead.
The man looked at me slightly disgusted. You want to take him, pointing at the older body, in the inspection room he asked. I said that I did and he told the older boy to step down. The boy carefully stepped down to avoid hitting the little guy. He bent over the little boy but seeing the expression on the face of the merchant, did no more but stood straight and tall. The merchant led the slave boy and his little boy, down a path to an area that was enclosed with a curtain over the doorway. It looked like a fitting room in a department store. We all went in. The merchant told the older youth to take position which meant he was to stand tall, hands clasped behind his head. The little boy scrambled to be close.
The owner said, " this one is 19. He was sold to us a week or so ago . the deal I agreed to was that if you bought the boy, you got the little runt with him. They were not to be separated. I don't know though, if he doesn't sell soon, I may split them up. Seems nobody who wants him wants the little kid. Guess having the kid around makes this one less useful as a sex toy or whatever. Not very muscular but a nice set on him and a decent body. He's been used though if you check his ass." He pointed to the youth's behind and pushed him to bend over for inspection. The little boy cried when he heard the words about separation.
I glanced at his ass. It looked fine to me, rather hot actually. The merchant pushed a finger into the boy's ass, withdrew it and had the boy lick it clean. He did so without protest but obviously wasn't happy about it.
The merchant asked if I wanted to check him out further. I said that I did. The merchant told me he would be back in a few minutes.
"Fuck him if you want or have him suck you off. I understand he is pretty good", the merchant laughed as he exited the room.
Once gone, the youth finally looked at me but didn't take his hands off his head. He started to bend over but I told him to stop. He again looked at me questioningly. I told him he could take his hands from behind his head. He thanked me and put his hands at his side.
I told him I wanted to know more about him. I wondered why the little boy was with him.
I asked if the boy was really his son. As he looked at me, I handed him a bottle of water.
His reaction was startling. He immediately got down on his knees, bent over and kissed my feet.
"Thank you, Sir, for the kindness. I will tell you anything you ask. Thank you, Sir!", he said.
He began his story mostly in short sentences. Slaves were not supposed to speak to free men with more than a quick reply and only if they were asked.
He said the boy was his son. He had been a free boy himself and lived with brothers and a sister. It seems his father was a drunk and had abused and raped him when he was younger. He admitted that to avoid the beatings and raping from his father and his older brothers' humiliations, he spent most of his time away from home. Once on the streets, he got involved in drugs and was usually high on one drug or another. I seems that he had a girlfriend or least a girl he hung around with. She too was free. Although he admitted he was gay and had sold himself on the streets to pay his drug deals, one night he found himself fucking this girl. No precautions had been taken and the girl got pregnant. Once her parents found out, they deemed that the child would be put out for adoption upon birth. The young man said he didn't want his own flesh and blood to be cast away . The girl's parents could have cared less and allowed him to keep his child. The boy shackled to his leg was in fact, that boy. The older youth returned home and was allowed to keep the child for a brief period. As the child was a baby, many people offered to help take care of him but once the child was walking and getting bigger, the interest declined. The drunk father it seems, no longer felt comfortable raping his youngest son, decided that they would get rid of him and the child. Thus, he was sold into slavery only a few months earlier.
It seems his first buyer wanted him as a fuck toy and found it uncomfortable to have the little boy around making messes and just being a child. He decided that his only recourse was to resell the youth at the market. That happened just a week before. The instructions were that they had to be sold together as even the first buyer didn't want to see them separated once he realized how devoted the youth was to his son.
The youth drank the water I had given him, with passion but stopped to give some to the little boy as well. Realizing I presented little danger to him, he knelt down and caressed the boy and showed him affection. He stop up suddenly as we both realized the merchant was returning.
"I'm not quite finished," I said as the man entered and the boy returned to his straight position with hands behind his head. He had placed the water bottle on the floor. The merchant noticed it and asked where it came from. I told him it was mine and that I sat it down to inspect the youth.
"Ok, " he replied suspiciously, but they don't get any. They get watered when they get fed later." "How much you want for the pair?" I asked changing the subject.
"I can let you have them for $2000" He replied. "Nobody seems to interested in them anyway. Too bad, the kid's got nice balls and cock. Probably close to 8 inches!" If you beef him up, he could make a good gardener, or houseboy. I'd shave his pussy some more and shave off his body hair. You could make him do anything pretty much. No real marks on him from beatings."
He stepped close to the youth and played with his cock and squeezed his balls. The boy offered a little moan, probably more to make the merchant think he enjoyed it.
"See. A little hair on his pussy hole. I probably should have shaved it myself. Maybe you could add some nice ball weights and a prince albert to make sure he don't fuck nobody else and make anymore little runts like this one," he remarked pointing at the small child.
"If he grows up looking like his daddy here, you might make a nice profit selling him when he gets a few more years on him. I'd sell this one at about 10 or 12. Lots of guys like to fuck tight little holes. Women like to watch their little wieners get big as they mature."
I didn't reply but decided I better play his game and inspect the older boy up close. He kind of turned me on in a way. I had all I could do to keep my cock from getting any harder. I touched his cock and stroked it. Little drops of precum appeared. The cock was circumsized and the head wa quite nice and round and big.
" I can p.a. him for ya or do any other kind of tattoo or piercing you like. I got a guy who does most of my work for me and will make him look anyway you want." He offered.
I continued to stroke the youths balls and cock and reached behind and stroked his hole.
He was a turn on. He was mostly tan all over. He had beautiful feet with longer toes and looked manly yet youthful.
The youth stood still and allowed me to touch his smooth skin. His nipples were not huge but nice sized and he had a slim but nice build. He said nothing but seemed to enjoy my touch. I think I caught him look hopefully toward me.
The little boy looked up and smiled at me as I touched his daddy all over. I reached down and picked him up. He had a cute face, and his longish blond color hair was a contrast to his dad's dark hair. His little penis and balls were nice and I tickled him on the stomach.
He laughed as I jostled him about.
"I think I may consider taking them." I remarked. "Not sure I can swing the money though. Times are tough, ya know". I lied.
I could tell the youth wanted me to take him. He was admiring my body. I had chosen to go out in just shorts that morning so my bare smooth chest was in view.. I put the little boy down. He came up to me and reached for my crotch. His tiny hands rubbed my dick.
His daddy looked horrified and tired to step between us. As he did, he lowered himself, still with hands behind hiss head and buried his face in my crotch. I was a little taken aback. The merchant said go ahead. Let the cocksucker suck my dick to see if he was any good.. I looked at the man and down at the youth. I couldn't believe I would let anyone suck my cock with an audience, especially a little kid. Obviously the kid had seen his daddy suck cock before and said "yeah, daddy. Do it!" in a little voice.
The youth slowly took his hands from behind his back and placed them on my hips. He looked up for approval and I nodded my head yes. He slid my shorts down revealing my 7 in but very thick cock. He placed the tip in his mouth and licked. His tongue was wonderful. He didn't use any hands but kept them on my hips to steady himself. He licked a for few moments then began to suck much harder, almost swallowing my whole cock. I was a wonderous feeling! Maybe the best suck I ever had! His tongue worked its way up and down and eventually to my balls. He seemed to savor them. There was a kind and loving feeling about the way he sucked my cock. It was almost like a baby sucking his mother's tit.
I began to feel the need to cum. I moaned and whispered that I was coming. Instead of removing my cock from his mouth, he only began to pull in closer and suck harder. I shot out what felt was a huge load into his mouth. Once finished, I looked down to him still grasping his firm shoulders. He looked up to me and smiled. Some of the cum he hadn't swallowed came out of the sides of his mouth.
The merchant had observed the whole thing as did the little boy. The merchant looked over and asked if he was any good, much like if I had tried on a shirt at a store.
"Mmmmm, why yes he was!" I replied.
The youth continued to look up to me and said, "Sir, if it pleases you, I would gladly take anything else you have to offer my humble self."
"He wants your piss , too, buddy. May as well give him a load then I don't have to give him water later!"
I was appalled at the attitude of the man. The boy still looked longingly up to me. From all my coffee and water earlier, I realized I did need to piss. I looked down at him, he nodded to me and took my now softening cock back into his mouth. I let out a stream of piss into his beautiful mouth. I really didn't want to do it but he seemed to enjoy it and swallowed as I pissed. Once finished he slid my cock out of his mouth.
"Sir, may I honor you with any other service you desire?' he asked.
"thank you, but that is enough for now." I quietly replied.
"Thank you for honoring me to enjoy your precious bodily fluids." He replied.
He knelt down and again kissed my feet, licking each toe. The sensation was wonderful.
"Well, what do you think?" the merchant asked as the boy stood up and resumed his present position with hands behind his head. His gleaming body showing signs of perspiration on his body. There was no smell of sweat but only young boy aromas.
The little child was playing with a stick he found in the corner. He had apparently witnessed his father serve other men before and didn't seem to pay any attention at all.
The youth looked over as if to check his son's behavior and well being. I could tell that in spite of his situation, the youth loved and cared for his child as best as he could. I recalled when he pissed in the young child's mouth. I knew he didn't want to do it but had no way of avoiding it. Of course, the child didn't seem to have minded at all.
I looked at the youth and the boy. I knew the youth was hopeful his days in the marketplace would be over but he dared not say a word. He knew that if I rejected him in spite of his best efforts to please me in the only way a slave like him was able, there was nothing he could do or say. I felt pity for his situation and yet love for him. I knew deep inside that he wanted his child to have a better life than he but had no way to provide it.
I looked back toward the merchant and said, "If I decide today, when do I get possession?"
The merchant replied that I could have him as soon as the paperwork was done and he received his payment. I thought about it again for a few seconds. The youth stood motionless and stared straight ahead. I will have to see if I can get the money and come back I told the merchant. Although, I hadn't rejected him, I believe he had heard this before only to be rejected later. I could see a tear he was fighting to hold back, form in his now glassed over eyes. He knew that he would be put back on the crates to stand again waiting for someone who would take him and his child although he knew that if it didn't happen soon, his son might be taken away from him.
I felt pain as the young child was pulled over and resecured to the youth's leg. The merchant shook his head and led them out of the room. I stood there for a moment and finally decided that although I had no real need or desire for a slave and no desire to have a young child in my home, I had to save them.
I quickly left the room and told the merchant I would be back in fifteen minutes. I needed the time to clear my mind a little and to get the necessary money. I went to a nearby bank to check my account balances. I was a little short of 2000 dollars and worried how could I get it. Before the bank and the marketplace shut down for the day. I then realized that I might pay by credit card.
I hurried back to the market. To find the stall. The youth was already standing back on his crate, the young child secured to his leg. Two women were sizing him up when I got back. My stomach turned as I realized that they might buy him before I could. They paid little attention to the small child but were feeling the youth's body.
"Nice big cock he has." The one was saying. "Good sized balls too!" The other woman agreed and were looking for the merchant who appeared.
"We only want the big stud boy" We have no interest in the child. How much if we leave the kid and only take the young man?"
I could see terror in the face of the youth. The second woman was now probing his ass.
He was bending over for her to get a better look. I could see her stick a rubber gloved finger in his ass. He seemed to recoil at the invasion.
"Stand still, boy. I want to see how big your hole opens." She said.
The merchant was approaching and I knew if I didn't act fast, the fate of the two might be sealed and I would have lost out.
I almost ran up to the merchant pushing my way in front of the first woman.
"I'll take them both!" I shouted. "Can you take a credit card?' The women looked at me with disdain. "These damn free faggots should get in line .
Look how he is pushing us out of the way!"
The merchant turned to me and said yes he took credit cards but the women now had first choice.
" I said, we don't want the little rascal. How much for just the youth?"
Sensing my desire to take them I think, the merchant told the women that right now it was both or none. I have many other hot stud boys for you to consider that only are individuals he told them. They looked a little surprised but turned their attention at several other boys on crates.
I quickly said to the merchant that I wanted both. He said sold. I could see a slight smile appear on the youth's face but I choose not to make eye contact.
We went into the office after the merchant attached a sold sign around the youth's balls.
The paperwork to register them both as my slaves took some time. The credit card sale went through quickly.
The merchant told me it would be about an hour to get them ready. I asked what he had to do. He explained that the law required that s silver band had to be installed around each boy's ball sac with my name and their numbers. Just like a dog tag, he smirked. I really didn't want to have them banded but he said it was the law. The paperwork was disgusting as it clearly said they had placed themselves in "voluntary servitude" of course that was a lie. The little child had no idea what was going on and the youth had been sold not volunteered for this. I protested but the merchant told me that was how it was. Take it or leave it. I took it. He asked about additional piercings or tattoos for either one. I declined. He wanted to brand their arms with their numbers or registration but I protested and said I didn't want my property defaced. He wanted to argue but was happy he had the sale. I guess the non-removable bands on their balls will suffice he said. A lead leash was attached to the youth again and the small child was attached to his father. He had cried when the band was placed on his small ball sack. It was too big for him but the merchant said it would fit better when the boy got older.
I was told to never try to remove the bands as the government strictly prohibited that and that if ever found without it, they could be imprisoned or put to death as runaway slaves.
The youth didn't seem to mind the bands. Wrapped around the top of his ball sack, they actually made him even more hot. The "checkout" of my purchase also included blood test for both. A nurse or doctor ,maybe neither but a person dressed like one, checked both for AIDS, HIV and any other STD known. The little child did not want to be poked with a needle. His daddy, made to stand across the room, wasn't able to comfort him. The child screamed and wiggled. I could see in the youth's face concern but he wasn't allowed to move so went over and picked the child up to comfort him. That helped a little but he really wanted his daddy. The nurse seemed to enjoy inspecting the youth's ass, balls and cock. I saw him insert several fingers into his hole. Of course, no lube was used to ease it. I cautioned him to not damage my property. I could hardly believe I had said that thinking that this was a young man and not some machine.
"Got a nice set of balls on him. Pretty good sized cock too!" the nurse exclaimed. You going to use him to stud, physical work or just household stuff?" he asked. The youth stood there, hearing it all but not reacting. Not that his reaction would have mattered anyway. It was clear, in the short time he had been made from a free male to a slave, he had learned quickly the slave's role and was prepared to deal with it. I thought how could a man such as his father have abused him and then sold him. What kind of person does that? "He will be a household servant," I replied quietly.
Pronouncing him and the little child " clean", I was handed an envelope with the paperwork on both. I was asked if I wanted his leash attached to his balls or his neck collar. I chose the neck collar, actually not wanting either. I did notice that the band around his balls had a ring to accommodate a leash also. The little child had a small "puppy collar" placed around his neck and a leash attached to it. I knew that wouldn't stay on long as the child obviously couldn't walk all the way and be pulled along by the chain, but I decided there was no point arguing with them.
The merchant came by as we were leaving. My youth now with his lead leash and all saw him. As we walked up to him, the youth dropped to his knees and kissed the mans shoes.
He asked if might speak. I nodded yes and he thanked the man for selling him to someone who would take his son as well. The merchant looked a little surprised but stumbled out a response saying he was welcome. With that, we began to leave the marketplace. Me in the lead holding the leash, my youthful slave behind me and his child tethered to his leg, running along. Once we were out of the marketplace, I stopped and told the slave to pickup his child and carry him the ten or twelve blocks to my house. He was happy to oblige and scooped the child into his arms. It was a beautiful sight to see my naked slave boy carrying his young child held close to him as we went down the street. The slave boy's big cock and balls were swinging as we walked. A beautiful sight indeed!