This story is completely fictional and based on my own fantasies. Always open to suggestions.
The Network
Boy, do I love my job. It's hard not to well up in gratitude every time I run my hands over the smooth taut torso of yet another desperate young twink, watching them wince as I pinch their pretty little nipples or yank their balls. People don't quite realize just how many of them are wasting away on the streets, desperate for a warm bed and a night away from the danger and filth. Plenty more are one step behind, closeted young fags in bigoted families with no direction and nowhere to go. Anyone who knows them would laugh at the idea that they're being coerced, these boys know what they're signing up for, and once you've seen them beg for more- more cock, more lashes, more cum, you'll know that they're exactly where they belong. Picking them up has always been easy, and for an experienced and resourceful broker like myself, it only gets easier.
For the last decade, I've been the premier supplier of boys to a small but dedicated network of men around the country, and several around the world. My clientele is niche, but it's growing. It's never been easier to have a piece of ass delivered to your door, but quality is still rare. The men I work with don't want a toothy blowjob from a grimy urchin. They want to be worshiped. They want to be served in ways Roman emperors couldn't dream of. They want to know that a human being has surrendered their life and freedom for their pleasure and entertainment. Many of these men, before meeting me, had no idea that their wildest fantasies could be possible, and once they've experienced the magic, they're hooked.
It's allowed me to turn my hobby into a professional operation, working out of a custom-built compound to source, train, and sell a steady supply of slaves. In a busy month, me and my apprentice will be training 5 boys at once, preparing them for auction and a new life as sex toys and servants for their masters.
ALEX
Out of the 3 boys I'm training right now, Alex has to be my favorite. A friend found him huddled on the floor in tears at the men's shelter, barely out of high school and out on the street, draped in damp old hoodies hiding the little cash he had managed to scrape. The Alex in front of me is calm, confident, and completely naked. Standing upright and staring straight ahead with his hands behind his head, waiting for me to complete my morning inspection. Few boys are ever so eager, but the small smile on his face and the slight erection on his slender young cock tells me he's exactly where he wants to be. He's a small guy, just grazing 5'4 with a tight, stocky build. His skin is a light brown with a perfect glow, darkening under his now shaved pubes and down into a respectable but modest 5-inch dick. Morning inspections happen under a harsh overhead light, allowing me to admire his gently toned torso and well-muscled arms, a product of summers spent picking fruit in California. Alex likes nothing more than to have these arms tied behind him as his mouth services his trainers. Normally, a slave like Alex would be a niche item, requiring several auction cycles to find the right buyer. I had secretly hoped that I would be able to keep him for myself (an indulgence I allow myself only rarely). But alas, Alex pre-sold almost immediately, to an upstart young investment banker in Atlanta who offered a princely sum to have him trained to his exact specifications. This meant that Alex's training schedule had to be accelerated significantly, which gives me an excuse to soak up as much time as I can inside his warm, tight holes.
JAMES
James is a more unusual case. A horny young art school sophomore who somehow found my email and begged to be enslaved. Generally, emails like this exasperate me, boys with goals and ambitions don't make good slaves, but James already had a master, a fat old British semi-aristocrat who happens to be his uncle, and who was funding his education and wanted my training to be a part of it. I was a little skeptical at first, slave training is not summer camp, and a slave with tenuous commitment can harm the progress of the stable. But ultimately, a very generous cheque from his owner won me over. What really sealed the deal however, were his specific preferences. As a trainer, I can rarely indulge my most sadistic fantasies, but James and his master really want to push the limits of his pain tolerance, and James fits the bill for a good whipping boy: hardy skin that doesn't bruise easily and a slight paunch that makes the crack of the whip just a bit more satisfying. His dick is similarly pathetic, despite being nearly a foot taller than Alex, his nub is barely 3 inches fully erect, making the prospect of humiliating and torturing him much more enjoyable.
JESSE
If James is the masochist, Jesse is the whore. He's a pale, slim little waif with freckles and strawberry blonde hair that rests on his shoulders. He's cute, but he's a run of the mill slut, well used out on the street. Sophisticated buyers looking for trophy boys are rarely interested in used goods but several of my customers keep a harem of multiple boys for parties. Jesse is the perfect candidate, slim enough to be maintained inexpensively and experienced enough to service multiple men at once. His training will focus entirely on endurance, getting his mouth to stay wet for dozens of cocks and his hole tight for hours of constant pounding. Even his hair is ideal for easy restraint. So far, he's the only boy coming up for auction, which means I'll have to throw in something special to bring in more than the regulars.
All three boys are eager and full of promise, which should make for an exciting season. Right now, they're busy scarfing down their slave chow from three dog bowls on the floor, as well as a shared water bowl my apprentice Hunter has pissed into. Hunter has been with me since he was 19, a natural jock and local farmer's son, he's perfectly suited for training because he's straight, and therefore unswayed by fags begging for mercy and offering to service him. Hunter ensures that discipline is swift and harsh, keeping all three boys on their toes at all times. It's going to be a long day for them, and I for one, can't wait.