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North Country Chapter Nine
So for now there was a stale mate, as the mayor had another option currently available to him, and the foreign speaking man seemed to have his own plan seeded in the mayor's mind as a 'last resort' sort of option.
I couldn't believe that the real world actually has people involved with illegal slave trade transactions. One would think that with all the countries where slavery is legal that there would be an abundance of good looking boys and girls to choose from, but it seemed that everything always came back to white American males being the prized possession. One could surmise that since Americans exude a more positive and free spirited attitude that breaking them by any and all means, by a foreign country is the pinnacle of success.
I was grateful for the silence and the time alone, even if my limbs were aching and my knees felt as if all of the skin had been sanded off. It gave me additional time to contemplate my plight.
It was much later in the day, when the air began to cool and my stomach was growling for food, that a single pair of hands began rubbing my back; thus warming not only my body but my heart and soul. Shortly after the hands left my body was when I discovered that I had developed an additional trait. I could smell the unmistakable area of a man's crotch. It was nearly intoxicating and I couldn't reason with myself as to the meaning behind my sensory overload.
When the velvet textured skin of a man's cock gently brushed against my lips, I felt as if I'd been redeemed; perhaps such a strong feeling was premature, but it felt as if someone was actually caring about me for once. I thanked the man, who ever he was, by accepting his staff between my lips and into the cavernous depths of the back of my mouth and throat. I was excited, for once, that I'd been so relaxed and grateful that the cock didn't trigger my gag reflex; and the entire experience seemed just so proper and good. It wasn't until the cock spewed its fountain of seed, did I find out that the dick belonged to Carl. I'd only wished that my eyes had been uncovered so that I could see the expression on his face while he was receiving my unabashed attention. "Thanks slave for a great blowjob. I can tell that you've come a long way in learning that aspect of your life." And that was all Carl had to say to me, which justified some of my own inner feelings and emotions.
Had I been allowed to speak, perhaps I would have asked him to release my bonds, but I didn't want to upset anyone at camp; just for the simple reason that it might just give them an excuse to send me off with the foreigner. But once again I was left to ponder my life, as Carl apparently headed up to the mess hall.
I began to shiver as the sun went down and I was still bound to the table top. Every joint in my body was aching and I still hadn't been fed; although I had heard the generator start up which indicated that the men were soon to gather for their own evening meal.
I was sure that none of them had forgotten about me, as I continued to panic over the onset of the New England night. Soon enough, I thought that I was going to get my reprieve, when I heard several voices coming toward me.
I heard the crackling of the fire as it was being stoked and rekindled. A wave of warm air began to surround my body like a blanket, making me think that I was once again safe. Now, if only they'd give me something to eat.
I heard a faint rustling below the table and I wasn't sure what the cause of the noise was; but I do know that the noise produced a smell, akin to a barn. Finally, after hours of being displayed, the bonds on my limbs were released, but I still had the rope going from my balls down to the rope binding my ankles together. Several sets of hands, eased me off of the table onto the ground. By the chain leash, I was coaxed only a few feet; until I felt something strange yet familiar beneath my knees and hands. The odor I'd smelt earlier was now stronger; and it was now becoming clear that I was crawling around on strewn straw. My chain leash was once again fixed to the table. Since it was impossible to kneel, while under the table, the men rolled me onto my side and bound my wrists behind my back.
There were still no real commands from any of the men, during this whole process; and they weren't even speaking much between themselves. I could only rely on a few spoken words and their actions which they had taken with me.
The smell of food caught my immediate attention. I had to slowly rise up and move toward the smell; finding a piping hot bowl of oatmeal mixed with raisins and nuts waiting for me. I devoured the meal ever so quickly and was rewarded by a smaller bowl which contained hot chocolate. I wasn't much for chocolate but now it tasted pretty damn good.
A rustling noise surrounded me and it was the men spreading a thick canvas cover over the entire table; thus preventing any of the night's cold air from causing me to much discomfort, and that's the way I spent the night.
I was never so thankful that the morning had come, as the sounds of men all busy starting the campfires and the aroma of coffee had awoken me. The instant that the cover was removed from the table, the cold air struck against my naked body like a Mack truck; but was quickly followed by the heat from the nearest campfire reaching me.
I couldn't help but to think about what this day would bring. I was fed and watered; before I was once again lifted on to the table and bound again. So far everything seemed to be nearly the same as yesterday, with the exception of me not having to clean any of the cabins or tend to the dog. My bath and cleansing went nearly as identical as the day before, which was beginning to really feel nice. I couldn't believe that these guys took the time to bath me and clean me out; without as much as a single word directed to me.
The only voice that did eventually speak to me was that of Carl; who informed me that for most of today I would be spending on the table, as one or perhaps two different people were coming by to inspect me.
Someone had kept the fires burning most of the morning, until the sun began to heat the earth, which kept me warm, if not comfortable. The only sounds I heard were those of the men going about their menial chores. I can't begin to tell you how many things my mind processed last night and this morning; but I can say, without a doubt, that I was amazed and even startled at some of the conclusions which I had come to.
Just like yesterday, I wasn't fed a noon meal; but whatever the guys were eating smelled delicious. The only thing I got was a bowl of water, which by now I was getting pretty good a lapping up just like a dog.
Finally, I heard the mayor's voice and that of his son. It was still odd, for
whatever reason, that none of the men had ever spoken to the kid, let alone talked about him. There was something mystical about the teenager and I suppose I would never find out what it was.
When I heard the voice of the southerner from yesterday, I perked right up to listen best I could. The man came over and once again began to fondle my body. Strange as it was, I didn't hear the voice of the foreigner.
The man and the mayor once again went on talking about me as if I wasn't even there. The only substantive talk was on the selling price of the 'it'. My body was now worth almost twenty thousand dollars; but further negotiations were interrupted by what sounded like a female.
The mayor apparently had received an email from her a few days ago and had given her explicit instructions on locating the campsite. She didn't sound all that young, but by her accent, I'd have to say she was a Bostonian. She made quick work of inspecting my body, as my humiliation continued to escalate.
My cock didn't take long to erect, under her careful and calculated manipulation. "Good to see that the slave's penis is still intact. I think a foreskin is so sensual and that's a plus for me; should I decide to purchase the 'boy'. And since I'm unable to bear anymore children, I won't have to have his tubes cut, which is also a huge savings. I don't suppose you've left his rectum in tact?"
Holy shit! Now she's talking about my ass. What is it with everyone so concerned about my ass? And what's this about cutting my tubes. I ain't about to fuck some old lady!
"My dearly departed husband, so enjoyed going down into his dungeon and playing with his 'boys' rectum. It seemed as if it was the only thing that would keep my husband in a good mood. But when the 'boy' ran off, my husband became so upset that he never did get himself another one; so he died an unhappy man.
And now that I have a new and much younger husband, I'm in need of a new 'boy' just for him. I so loved to watch my husband with a 'boy' and that's the reason I'm in search of a new 'boy'. I was always so captivated by the amount of pain that a man can withstand and my late husband always seemed to get his 'boy' screaming and begging him for mercy. I'll never forget the day when the 'boy' had his vocal cords severed; it was needed I suppose, but I did enjoy the yelling so.
I'm just thankful that my late husband never discovered that I would sneak down into the dungeon and impale myself on the 'boy'. I had such fun I can't begin to tell you. But my new husband has seen to it that when we get him a 'boy', that I won't be able to have intercourse with it. He's even spent countless amounts of money on an elaborate system which ensures that the 'boy' will never leave the downstairs dungeon, not to mention my sneaking down for a quickie. Here, let me show you some pictures of our remodeled dungeon and I think a few of them show my new husband."
I heard the mayor commenting, rather nicely, about the dungeon and the lady's current husband. It sounded as if the man had spent tons of money equipping the cellar with every conceivable thing in the world to have 'only the finest dungeon' in the country.
It also became clear that the lady had no clue that the other man was there to purchase me as well.
The fragrance of the lady reminded me so much of the ladies that were in the nursing home while my grandmother was alive. It nearly made me sick to my stomach, as she got up into my face and began inspecting my teeth. She made a few comments about my teeth, none of which I totally understood, except for the one about having certain teeth removed.
"Harold always had this thing about hanging his 'boy' up by his mouth, so he had the back teeth removed so that when he pushed the metal bit into his mouth, he wouldn't break any of the boys teeth. It looked rather nice, seeing his 'boy' hanging there by his jaw muscles and I know it had to hurt so good. Harold always hung him like that every time Harold wanted to put those electrical things on the penis and up the rectum. It just so cute, watching 'boy' thrash about, and it always made the 'boy' loose control of his bladder function and urine went everywhere. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Am I boring you with all of this nonsense? It's just that I haven't had contact with people such as yourself before, so I feel obligated to give you a little background on where and how the new 'boy' will be treated and cared for. Did I mention that my husband is a lot younger than me? Well, you see... Marvin...
I call him that... but his real name is Jarrod... well anyway...Marvin used to work for the company that takes care of our indoor swimming pool. And after Harold passed away, Marvin came to me and told me that my late husband used to allow him down in the dungeon to play with the 'boy' too. That's how I got to know Marvin. When Harold was away, Marvin would come by to tend to the pool and he would always get undressed for me when I asked him to. He looked so natural that way, but you know that, don't you. As time went on, Marvin would let me put his penis into my mouth, which was something Harold never, EVER, let me do.
From there, our friendship blossomed; and two weeks after Harold passed away I proposed to Marvin. We've been married now almost six months and his birthday is coming soon and I so much want to buy him his own 'boy' as a surprise. If possible I'd like you to deliver the 'boy' to us on Marvin's birthday. Did I ask, of course not; but just how much are you asking for this 'boy'? Oh, this will make a fine present for Marvin's 27th birthday!"
"Well ma'am, thank you so much for such an informative background", the mayor
responded. "I'm sure that you could find another 'boy' closer to home that wouldn't cost nearly as much as this one does. There must be a lot of young boys in Boston that would love to be cared for in such a fine manner as you've described. As you can clearly see, we've done a considerable amount of work on this slave and his current selling price is twenty five thousand."
I thought I would hear the lady start to yell but she took all of us by surprise and said, "Is that all? I was expecting to pay a lot more; or so I read in some of the articles off of the computer. I guess one should never believe everything one reads on the internet."
The small group of people went totally silent. I could just imagine their brains whirling around, trying to figure out this lady. I'm positive that the mayor tossed out that price just to entice the other man into making a counter-offer.
"And," the lady started in again, "I've brought cash. I left it back in the car with my driver. I can summon him up to bring you the required funds, should you need them now."
"Well, no ma'am. As I explained to you on my last email; I'm going to weigh what is in the best interest of the buyer and the slave before I decide who shall benefit from the slave's body. This gentleman here is also interested in the slave you have your hand on, and he has offered more than what I'm asking for. I almost feel as if I should simply put the slave up for auction and let the two of you bid on the slave; but I am expecting one final person today to inspect the slave and until that person does so, I'm unable to enter into a sale of the merchandise. And I have three proposals from overseas to consider as well. How about if we all reconvene back here for a nice evening meal while the weather still holds? I can arrange for an excellent cookout, where everyone can sit and admire the slave while eating and then we all can work things out."
There was a momentary silence, before the two outsiders agreed to return for a cookout. The lady said she would go into town and take a room at the hotel along with her driver. Apparently the other two men had already gotten a room in town. But before leaving the lady made one last sweep of her hand over my back, coming to rest in the crack of my ass; while she twinked a fingernail over my rectum. "He'll make such a fine birthday present. I certainly hope that you consider all of your options."
For some stupid reason, I too, began to think about the options that the mayor had; all of which would bring him into some good money. But none of my thinking meant a thing, as not even Carl had the faintest idea of what was or could take place tonight.
There was a considerable amount of instructions being given out by the mayor, as he was hoping to put together quite a meal, not to mention a viewing of myself. I couldn't keep up with the directions he was spouting out but it seemed that the men knew exactly what was needed. They were moving the tables, running off to get this and that and one of them was even preparing the pole for later use. God, how I dreaded being bound to the pole, especially tonight with a female present.
What caught my attention next was the sound of the mayor speaking over a cellphone (hopefully not mine). "Yes, it all went quite well. No, the last one or two haven't arrived yet but I'm expecting them any time now, hopefully. Now, don't go doing this if you're not sure. There isn't any turning back once you commit to it. No, like I said, you'd get sixty percent of the selling price. Okay, I'll leave it up to you. I don't expect that we'll be eating until after dark, so just come up as early as you can; because they will have a lot of work to do beforehand. Okay, see you later; bye."
The mayor apparently had walked away and had a quick conversation with Carl, which I couldn't hear. Then the mayor came back over to me and began speaking to me; which was the first time in quite awhile that he'd actually spent time with me, alone. "Well boy, I guess you've figured out that we are going to be sending you off to your new home. I'd like to have been able to keep you, but up here in the winter it's just not the place to have a slave like yourself. You can be a valuable asset to any man or woman and I only hope that you will continue to obey and to accept your new life. There just isn't anyway now, that we can turn back the hands of time and set you free. I'm hoping that you get sent overseas but one never knows until the ink is on the paper, so to speak. I'd hate to see you end up with the old lady, but money talks louder than words these days. I just want you to know that my boy was pleased with your ability to suck cock and I'm sure in time you'll improve even more. My only hope for you is that regardless of where you end up, that they keep you a whole slave and not do anything so radical as to alter your appearance. But there is much left to do before they all return for dinner and such, so I'll leave you to ponder and meditate on what lay ahead for you."
As the mayor finished up, he gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, which was something he'd never done before. I took it to be an indication that he perhaps really did have some feelings for me.
The next thing I know is that there is a rather callous hand grabbing my cock and it could only be Carl. "Well boy, I'm glad I had the opportunity to meet you. You sure have a way about you and the rebellious side seems to suit you quite well. I hope you have a good and enjoyable life after today. I know that all of this has taken you by surprise, but I'm sure you'll agree that it has helped you to better understand yourself in more ways than you could ever have imagined."
My cock was rock hard and Carl kept massaging it, causing me to come extremely close to orgasm after orgasm. He knew when to stop and when to start; which was his plan from the beginning. His manipulations only caused my sexual awareness to an all time need to drop a load of cum.
The next thing I know, a strange voice was heard just in front of me. It was
definitely a mans voice; deep, distinctive and sounded very authoritative.
There were the customary greetings with Carl, who was quickly joined by the mayor and his son. I had a sense that something was different about this guy from the onset.
No hands rushed to feel my body, but there was quite a bit of discussion and it seemed almost as if I was missing something; as they talked openly about the other two people interested in purchasing me. I couldn't begin to comprehend everything they were saying; however I did get a slight touch on my back by one hand, gliding back and forth ever so gently. "Well at least the 'boy' looks exactly as shown in the photos. So many people offer up a body for sale and it turns out that the meat for sale is nothing like what is in the picture." The man said in such a way as to further instill, in me, the thought that he was some sort of master or at least a sadist.
"I believe we have the required papers you mentioned. Not that is was difficult to obtain them, but the problem occurred when we had to get someone to notarize the signature. And as for the rest of the matters that we discussed, I believe they too have been taken care of. I'm sure that the slave would find himself being well taken care of, and will learn more than he could ever think possible."
I thought I heard him right. He did say "we' did he not? Now who is the 'we' part? Does he have some kind of group that wants to purchase me?
"If you don't mind I think an inspection of the 'boy' is in order, and I always take time to physically inspect every aspect of a slave. From my initial look at him, I can't help but to think how much work will have to go into getting some muscle definition on the body; but that's not a big deal, as I have quite an extensive amount of equipment for just such a body."
The two hands that were roaming, randomly at first, seemed to be rather soft, which perhaps meant that this man didn't have a physical day job. The voice continued, as the hands kept gliding over my body. "
"I've seen the pictures of the 'boy' sucking cock, which is a good thing. At least by now he knows to keep his teeth away from the cock. I assume that the 'boy' still screams and begs when somebody is fucking his ass, but in time a good slave will turn the screams into moans of pleasure, if he's fucked long and hard. Has the 'boy' shot a load lately? I'd like to see the texture and volume of one of its loads if you don't mind."
Without waiting for the mayor to answer, one of the soft hands worked its way
underneath me and took a firm, yet gentle grip on my cock and began working it; causing it to almost instantly to erect. The grip was really close to the hold I myself used to take when jacking off and I knew that it wouldn't take long before I spewed seed. The only bad thing about this was that once again I was 'performing' in front of strangers; just another step towards the total desecration of any sense of humility I may have had in my normal world.
I didn't realize that I'd deposited my sperm into the man's other hand; and he had looked at it, smelled it, and had run a finger through it; even commenting that "it looks quite healthy and has a pungent fragrance which is most commendable". The next thing I know, is that the sperm covered hand is under my nose, waiting for me to recognize my own scent in order that I would accept it on my own tongue.
I licked the hand clean, the best I could do; before the hand offered me two
fingers to suck on. I went right to work, doing my best to accommodate the fingers and was once again rewarded with a compliment.
However, something still didn't seem just right. The mans fingers were in my mouth but his voice was off to my left, just behind my head. Perhaps I was thinking to much but it seemed odd for him to be reaching around just to make me suck his fingers clean.
I then felt the hand go between the crack in my butt cheeks as he said, "with a little work these will firm up nicely and be a true asset."
Then I felt his other hand spreading both of them apart, apparently wanting to see how damaged my ass really was. I could feel him take short pokes at my pucker hole, saying something like. 'it's been used but not damaged yet... at least not until it gets a good and proper fisting'.
Suddenly the mood of everyone changed, as the mayor called out a greeting to his friend, the owner of 'Campers Korner' and his son from the grocery store. Hell, am I to be the center piece of tonight's dinner?
Before you could say "Jack Shit", the mayor called three of the men from camp
over and had them quickly subdue the young teenaged boy.
"Sorry son," said the boy's father, "but since you like sex with men and have shown how rough you can get, I thought it in your best interest to put you up for sale. I'm sure that tonight you will find a good home and all of your fantasies and dreams will come true."
I listened, as the boy begged and pleaded with his father, but it didn't do any good at all. From the sound of it, the boy was tossed up onto one of the other tables and tied firmly by his limbs. His screams were ear shattering as one of the men produced a knife and slit all of the kid's clothes off, including his shoes and socks.
"Damn, I haven't seen my boy naked in years. He sure has filled out nicely. Darn if his cock ain't bigger than mine." The store owner said rather whimsically.
There were directions given to the men to strip him of all his hair, clean out his bowels and get him looking presentable; which meant to give him a bath. Within seconds, the boy's screams turned to muffled sounds as one of the men shoved a dirty sock into the teen's mouth. But the good part about it all was simply the fact that for now I wasn't the center of attention. The bad part of it was that I felt bad for the kid. Gay or not, being snatched up like this, by your own father, was the ultimate betrayal. I could only think that this was just a way for his dad to make some money off of his own flesh and blood, plus get him out from underfoot.
When it was all done and said, the boy was on his hands and knees bound to his table, just like me. Even the man, who had inspected me, went over and began to examine the new flesh.
Things seemed to quite down after that, with me only hearing an occasional sob or two coming from the kid. I knew that the boy hadn't been violated 'yet', but I wasn't about to hold out hopes that it wasn't going to happen before the night was over.
The majority of the adult voices now seemed to be coming from around the campfire; perhaps all were taking a break to discuss the two of us, when once again the voices turned loud and it sounded as if a scuffle was taking place. I could not imagine what in the world was happening, but what ever it was sure sounded as if somebody was getting their ass kicked; and then all went silent
except for what sounded like a couple of deep, agonizing moans and groans of
someone in extreme discomfort.
Several rounds of laughter soon ensued and as the laughter escalated I was beginning to frighten myself with horrifying thoughts.
It just seemed like so much happening all at once and I didn't know if this place was going to self-implode or what. I tried not to think of anything except my own well being, but with the kid being put up for sale and the fight, it was a difficult thing to do; until... I once again felt the soft hands sweeping across my body, soothing away some of the tension.
A one sided conversation started up between the guy who was rubbing his hands all over me, or at least I believed it to be one sided. "A few rings here and there would enhance it's beauty and value, don't you agree. Some heavy wrist and ankle cuffs, say perhaps some three and five pounders would do it well. It definitely needs to get more sun on the body, wouldn't you say so. I'm not sure what type of collar it should have, but I feel it should match it's other restraints. Can't you just see it chained up out back, pissing and shitting all nice and proper. It would look nice in the cellar dungeon, not to mention how delicious it's ass will be once it is laying in the sling."
All of this had to be a dream or worse yet, a nightmare! Every word I've heard out of all of the mouths of these so-called buyers were nothing more than
vicious means to modify a body and how they were going to 'make' the 'it' conform to a new way of living. This isn't pre-Civil War era, and it certainly isn't modern day American, or is it. I know there are groups of people who gather on their computers to talk about their personal conquests but I had always thought that such groups were nothing more than fantasy played out over the internet. This was beginning to sound more real, more authentic than one could ever imagine.
Sounds of laughter continued behind me, and I could not quite get a mental picture of what they were laughing about. The few words the men were saying seemed garbled; as the odor of burning charcoal began to fill the air, signaling the start of the dinner preparations.
I had been left alone for some time, apparently while the men found something
else to occupy their time and to amuse themselves with. I was beginning to think that my brain was turning to mush, as anything and everything that related to my past life was rapidly diminishing. To be totally honest; had someone offered me their cock to suck, I'd willingly and graciously accept it at this point my day.
Random hands passed over and underneath me for the next thirty minutes or so, but actually, time was becoming just another thing that I'd sort of lost control of; which was totally my opposite just a couple of weeks ago.
Eventually, I heard the familiar sound of the lady which alerted me that the dinner hour must be approaching.
"I hope you don't mind", she started by saying, "but I brought my driver in with me. It's been some time since he has had any excitement in his won life that I thought it might do him some good to see how well your encampment is run; not to mention that he can do with a good home cooked meal instead of that nasty stuff you get in a restaurant. OH MY! I see that you've added two more naked men, Opps, I should have referred to them as specimens. My goodness, the one hanging over there on the pole sure looks like he is ready and up for just about anything. And what can I say about this young one. He appears to be rather bashful. You see, I know these things because I can tell be the way his penis has retracted up inside of him. I learned that from my dear late husband. Have I told you about him yet?
And just look at this one. He's still kneeling like such a good boy. I've done nothing but think of how nice he'll make as a birthday present to my new husband, Marvin. I suppose I've told you all about him. Well anyway, I still want to take this one home, or rather should I say, have him shipped back."
"So glad that you decided to join us for dinner." The mayor said in a sullen tone. "As you've already noticed, I've added two more slaves for everyone's inspection tonight, and the reason I did so was to make everyone's selection fit more to their personal needs. Although I'd care less which of the three you actually picked, I'd think that this one over here would be much better suited to the delicate and caring ways of your new husband Marvin. Not that the other young slave wouldn't also be a good choice, but this one has more experience in serving and could also prove to be a tremendous asset. The young one has been involved with proper sex for some time now, whereas this one here, has only recently started to accept his place in life. The one hanging on our pole, there; well... he's a bit of a rebel and I don't think Marvin would enjoy him as much. And I know that he has never had his penis in a female and that would make for a bad experience for you as well. The young one, well... he can be easily trained to perform whatever sexual needs a female may desire. Granted, he is a more expensive purchase than the other two, but well worth the expenditure. And not to forget, the young one has only had a couple of anal experiences and they were with this gentleman right over here. So your Marvin, will be able to extract all of the boys animal instincts when getting his penis implanted in the rectum of this fine specimen."
I guess the older lady was lost in thought about what the mayor had just mentioned to her; as she was slow in responding. "Well I suppose that you could be correct in such matters. I'm sure my Marvin would love such a young thing but how does he feel; I mean well... I'll need to feel his penis and testicles before I would place an offer with you for him. I think, the more I look at his angelic features that perhaps your expertise far exceeds that of mine when it comes to the flesh of a slave."
All went relatively quiet, while the lady was inspecting the flesh on the boy. She made several comments about finding stubble on him, which really displeased her. "My late husband always kept his 'boy' spotless and smooth, but I guess out here in nature you haven't the proper means to shave a slave in the prescribed manner. Nothing can replace a proper shave of the slave's flesh, as smoothness equals excitement and pleasure for a free person."
It finally dawned on me that this lady was what my parents would have called, 'just a bit off center'; which brought an inner feeling of giddiness to my soul.
She didn't hesitate or seem to be disturbed by the asking price of the teenager, which just so happened to be thirty five thousand dollars. The mayor did
however, remind her that there were still two other groups or individuals who might desire the boy as well; but in his own my, the mayor, more or less assured her that the 'boy' was going to belong to her before the night was over.
After a couple more minutes of conversation, the lady's driver had his pants down to his knees and was fucking the boy's face. The only thing that I could figure out, was that the lady was standing right next to the two of them watching her limo driver getting his knob sucked, as she had to make a few more of her 'off the wall' comments about how nice the 'boy' took to sucking a real mans cock.
The last two dinner 'guests' arrived and seemed equally surprised at seeing three naked slaves bound and available for inspections. The mayor did his customary introductions, which I didn't get a good chance to hearing the names mentioned. There was some comment about the young 'boy' who was still satisfying the limo driver. I think, although not totally positive, that the foreign speaking man was making his inspection of the 'boys' asshole, while the southern gentleman was over inspecting who ever it was that had been bound to the pole.
It seemed as if everything was going as well as could be expected. The teenager was apparently going to go as a 'present' and from the sound of it with the old lady, the person on the pole was going to go with the foreigner after there was an exchange of twenty two thousand dollars; and as for me, well I hadn't heard any further discussion as to my future.
Everything quieted down, while the guest, the mayor and the men at camp all sat down to what smelled like a scrumptious dinner. They were to far away from me to be able to hear what was being said; but I had come to the understanding that regardless of what was said, none of it should have ever concerned me.
It was after their meal was finished, that I was to learn the who, what, when, where and why of everything that I'd not been able to see.
To Be Continued.... Only 30 more chapters to go....
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