Shawn Hunter

The Chronicles of
Thomas Connors

Chapters 13 (cont'd)-17

Chapter 13, cont'd

Thursday, October 30th, 2005 – 11.15 PM | My Boy-God, Open for Business!

I was horny as hell and my handsomely naked boy was all too inviting to skip. True, he has never had a dick in his mouth, that he wouldn't even know what to do when a man's cock invades his oral dome of fun but 3; he wouldn't be the first with such lousy criteria to find himself impaled on my wrinkling-by-the-minute eight-incher [20 cm]!

As I waited for Tommy to put his clothes on which seemed like a new and enchanting ritual that he was enjoying, I gave him a very short lesson on how to rotate the camera, which buttons to press for zooming and told him to shoot the entire thing, focusing on the boy's body and face and only occasionally take a shot at my own face.

• – Make sure to keep the camera steady and focused on Chris's upper body and face when I cum and if I ever need your help, angle the camera nicely and let it run by itself., I instructed him even more then reached for the third drawer in the toys' night-table and produced a horrible looking shock-collar.
• – Okay, master.
• – You know what is this used for, Tommy? I asked as I pointed at the collar which I placed on top of the stand.
• – It's 3; for the neck?
• – True 3; but this is special you know why?
• – No 3; sorry, master.
• – It's ok 3; it's called a shock-collar and I'm going to use it on Chris because he has never had a dick in his mouth, so if he tries to bite, I press this button on the remote and the collar will shock the boy and force his mouth open 3;
• – Oohhh 3; he said, rather animated.
• – But 3; to avoid using it, we need to show Chris who owns him right?
• – Ooh right 3; yes master, I could swear to God he was excited about it.
• – What should we do to show him that then? I asked, testing the boy.

Without any hesitation, he reached for the leather paddle and 'presented' it to me, supporting the cruel device on the palm of both of his hands as he reached them forward.

• – Perfect 3; now, since you've already did a good job on his butt, what do you say we make those thighs look as beautiful as his red cheeks? I glinted.
• – Yes master 3; they become red like his ass, Tommy's sweetness shone as he said 'ass' with a childish, playful pitch.
• – Okay 3; take your place behind the camera and start with a wide zoom; so that all of the boy's body and the mattress can be seen inside that rectangle on the camera's lens, you see it?
• – Yes master 3; it shows everything.
• – Great 3; press the recording button and stay focused.
• – Ok 3; GO. With Tommy's 'GO', I stepped forward and stood against the bedside then turned towards the camera for the show's introductory 3;
• – This video is for Carlsen, Mr. Habib, Stewart and Daniel, since you guys seem to be unable to determine if you want to buy a boy or not, let me show you 'some' of the fun you can have if you ever buy a pet from me 3; this boy is ten years old and has never had an encounter with a dick yet, we're gonna change that now 3; enjoy the show, I winked at the camera and immediately slapped the boy against his right butt-cheek.

Without retracting my slapping-hand, I groped the tender globe of flesh and began fumbling on it in a show of ownership. Again, I went for the other cheek and sent a third spank across both, for a fair and equal treatment.

Since the camera was steady and Tommy couldn't handle moving it around, it meant the movie would only be shot from a single angle and since the boy's face was turning the other way around, there was no way to show the pain he was beginning to feel. However, determined to show the 'quality' of my work, I pulled on the boy's hair and forced his head a few inches up painfully, then told Tommy to zoom in on it. This is what you'll get, a guarantee for fun, I added to the camera as I reached for the boy's genitals, still swollen by the attached ring. After a few yet rough fondles, I let go and landed a fourth and final spank across the towering globes of boy-flesh.

Satisfied, I took my paddle and began rubbing it gently on the back length of the boy's thighs, feeling them and 'hinting' on an upcoming pain. A moment later, I took the paddle away and sent it cracking on the bare and tender right-thigh, viciously enough to cause the boy's body to fight against his many restraints. Again, I complimented the other thigh with the same vigor and taking a couple of seconds in between each smack, landed another four spanks, two on each thigh.

With the maltreatment the boy's sensitive back-thighs were receiving, he had no choice but to groan agonizingly and scream his lungs out in an ear-deafening decibel. Undeterred and quite satisfied, I pleasured my whipping-boy with a couple more fast yet even more vicious wallops. To no surprise, the beautiful and silky thighs began to match the boy's well-tortured ass as they began to sink under a stripe after stripe of angry-red lash marks. Ecstatic and intrigued by the artfully drawn lashes, I complimented them with a few more aimed stripes, to form a beautiful crosshatch of some sort.

To my convenience, the boy's pain was forcing him to jolt his head up above his shoulders as he screamed for what I assumed was mercy as he attempted to make eye-contact. Zoom-in on in his face for a couple of seconds then all the way out, I instructed Tommy as I hand-slapped, subsequently groped the fine heap of boy-bums. Then, I took a good hold of the boy's head with my left hand and shoved it all the way forcefully, forcing it to bump and recoil on the mattress and applied some considerable strength, pinning it down as I gave my right hand the permission to continue its job, landing one after another paddle strikes on the bare-bum, on the sides and the back of the boy's sore thighs.

Now gentlemen, since the boy clearly knows what he would receive if he resists, what do you say we untie him and giving him a first taste of man-dick? I added with a vulgar, clichéd wink at the camera.

Keep rolling Tommy, zoom-in a little bit so that you can see my fingers clearly and follow my hands as I untie the boy's restraints,I instructed my twelve-year-old cameraman.

Reaching for the boy's wrists, I undid the chain and began to unbuckle the leather straps to show a couple of screaming-red marks around the wrists, caused by the boy's fight against his restraints. Make sure to show this clearly, I said to Tommy as I maneuvered the boy's hands and pointed at the wrists to show the marks. Then, I proceeded to untie each of the ankle-cuffs, making sure to grab each of the boy's feet and show the evident marks of nearly-bruised skin around the ankles. Finally, I reached and undid the thigh-straps, removed the chains and shoved the boy to lay down on his side.

Reaching for the shock-collar, I grabbed the boy's head and jostled it until it was on the side of the bed, slid the collar underneath his neck and buckled it tightly. Satisfied, I took my shoes and socks off, undid my pants, slid my boxers down and climbed to stand on the bed. Lastly, I took the belt Tommy used earlier, fastened the noose around my wrist and held the collar's remote-control in my hand.

Then, I bent down to reach for the boy's head; I grabbed a good amount of his beautiful hair and violently pulled on it, forcing the boy to scramble quickly to his knees. With that, his face was inches away from my already aching cock and in a stunt to show the boy the consequences of any kind of foolishness he might pull out, I waved the remote in front of his face and pushed the button, causing an electrical shock to the boy's neck. In a flash of light, the boy's entire body shuddered violently as it fell down and hit the mattress, twitching from the current for a couple of seconds before calming back to normal.

Not a moment to spare, I re-forced the boy back to his knees and showed him the remote-control, essentially threatening him to use it again if he tries to act smart. Now that I was fairly convinced that the otherwise-defiant boy was adequately warned and terrorized, and since I've been waiting for almost a week to treat my dick with this boy-god, I held the boy's hair by my left hand and bent his head backwards a little bit, to get a better of view of the divine feature.

Because I was so horny and so craving for this particular boy, I took my time and made sure to savor the moment to the best. Therefore, I moved my dick ever-so-slowly towards the boy's waiting face and finally, after days of patience, my urethra made contact with the velvet skin of the boy's sealed lips.

However, I wasn't in any kind of hurry and had a strange craving to feel everything there is in a boy, therefore I slid my dick across the lips and to the boy's cheek, going for slow and wide circular motions for a few times then picked up my rhythm and began massaging my cock all over the boy's face, intentionally poking his nose, his eyelids and all the way to the earlobes.

I could swear on my own life that I could've cum that instant, feeling nothing but the boy's soft and fresh face rubbing against my sensitive tool. However, I wasn't going to, I wanted to take my time and cherish the moment. Gently, I pinned dick with my thumb to press against the tender face, placing the base of my shaft against the boy's jawbone and my glands just above his eyes. Tentatively, I began a thrusting movement, sliding my cock up and down the ten-year-old god and enjoying the exquisite friction between our skins.

Next, I pressed the child's head towards my crotch, causing his still-closed mouth to dive onto my scrotum, splitting my hanging balls as his nose disappeared between the heaps of elastic flesh forming my gigantic sack. For a near minute, I stood idle as I enjoyed the boy's soft breath against my pouch, occasionally squashing and jiggling it in a circular motion.

Frankly, I don't know how I felt that instant but I do know that I was enjoying it and if it wasn't for the movie, I would've probably kept that stance for minutes un-end. However, I was already teased enough, hungry to explore and determined to grasp all of the boy's delight; Hence, I moved my dick all the way to the front, lowered my hip and guided the tip of my cock to rest on the boy's velutinous lower lip.

With an initially soft push, the boy still refused to open his mouth by further sealing and tensing his lips. Little did he know that not only do I have the power to electro-shock him, I also have good eye-and-hand coordination and without him even notice it, I swayed my arm and gave him a good slap across his cheek causing the mutinous boy to howl in pain.

As a result of the renewed whining, his lips slightly parted and in a flash, I took the presented advantage and forced my dick deep inside the boy's mouth only to retract it in a hurry as his teeth unintentionally slid on the tender flesh of my manhood.

Undeterred by the first unsuccessful attempt, I forced the boy's head down between his shoulders, pinned it with my left hand and sent a couple of belts swinging, swishing and splashing across the bareback of the ten-year-old future-cocksucker. However, my anger didn't stop there as I let go of the squirmy child and pressed on the remote once, sending his body berserk and as soon as it was falling down to the mattress, I pressed the button a second time while I raised my hand and began whipping the boy silly, sending my belt to wherever it would land without a particular aim.

The tormented boy's screams and pleadings continued as his raised his arms to cover his face from the impending hits which came down all over his chest and abdomen, his forearms, his hip and a couple down on his thighs. With the whipping over, I bent down and forced his arms away from his face and told Tommy to get a good shot at the hysterical boy, crying and screaming his lungs out. Finally, I placed my food along the boy's neck and cheek and pressed down, forcing him to gag a bit as I sent a final strike to splash on the boy's inner thigh.

This will fucking teach you to scrape my shaft with your teeth you fucking cum-slut, I roared as I bent again to grab the boy's head and manhandle him to his knees. With another, I guided my cock back to face the boy and slapped him once more until he finally opened his mouth submissively.

Content that the cave was open, I went forward bit by bit as I eyed my precious manhood's glans disappear, followed by another inch of flesh. With knowledge that the boy couldn't possibly deep-throat his first-cock-ever, I made sure to shove as much dick as he could gulp then began sliding slowly, sensually and ever-so-erotically. With an ever growing feeling of pleasure, I started to face-fuck the boy's mouth in faster yet varied thrusts, going straight for a couple of times, then sliding my dick diagonally to bump into the boy's inner cheek, causing a beautiful bulge to show on the camera.

Again and again, I kept my practice, holding the kneeling boy's hair in a tight grip as I slid my prick in and out of his mouth for a fairly lengthy amount of time. However, determined to 'convince' my customers on how 'good' my pets are, I wanted to force a deep-throat, at least once before I cream my little cock-sucker.

For that, I asked Tommy to pin the camera so that the frame would show the boy's chest, neck and all the way to a few inches above his head. Furthermore, I instructed my bare-chested assistant to kneel behind the boy-victim, force his arms backwards and hold them as tightly as he could. Next, I shoved my cock as far as it normally went and kept it in there. Using both of my hands, I held the boy's head as firmly and as tightly as possible, prepared my glutes muscles and without any hint, invaded the unprepared throat, sending my raging man-cock in a terrific and violent plunge until the base of my shaft painfully bumped against the boy's outer lips.

In an ecstatic and triumphant scream, I kept my cock-sucker's head impaled on my shaft as he instantly began to gag violently. The boy's stuffed-with-cock throat was begging for air as the boy did his best to slide out, rattling and shuddering violently, wrestling against Tommy's grip and trying to escape the two-pairs of arms that were pinning his pathetic frame in place.

Eventually, the helpless child's eyes popped out as he tried once and again to grasp some air until his entire body went completely limp. Knowing that he passed out, I told Tommy to fetch a cup of water which I splashed all over the boy's face and in no time, the little devil that dwelled inside his young frame came back to life, coughing and gagging hysterically.

I gave the boy a moment to catch his breath as I fetched a lengthy chain and attached it to the boy's collar. With Tommy's help, we repositioned the boy to his cock-sucking mold and asked Tommy to grab the boy's head and keep it in place. Next, I held the leash with the hand facing the camera and without a moment of delay I resumed my oral explorations. However, one deep-throat was enough for a first time, and showed without any reasonable doubt to my hesitant buyers, that even a ten-year-old's throat can handle and swallow graciously a man's eight-incher [20 cm] all the way down to its base.

Therefore, I tugged forcefully on my boy-pet's leash and resent my cock inside his ravaged mouth. To avoid any other disruptions and to shorten the length of the movie, I decided to finish the job as I picked up my pace, humping the boy's face and constantly filling his mouth with my spongy flesh until I felt my juice climbing up and yearning for freedom.

Instructing Tommy to hold the boy's jaw and force his thumbs at the end between the lower and upper bone to keep the mouth only slightly open, I slid my manhood out and began jacking my wiggling shaft, occasionally hitting the boy's cute button nose with my glans until I felt the inevitable and eternally sought-after surge of electricity climbing all the way up from the tip of my toes to my scalp.

With a hoarse yelp signifying a milky eruption, I decided to cream the boy's face and lips for a better camera effect and not a minute too soon, my urethra slit open as a first, gigantic spurt shot out in a lightning speed and hit the top of the boy's nasal bridge. With more waves finding their way to the surface, I kept aiming at different parts of the boy's face as my creamy juice splashed across his cheek, his forehead and let the remaining shoot at and land graciously on the boy's parted lips.

All the while, the boy's leash was tugged painfully and his constantly streaming tears eventually mingled with my juice. My divine experience had just ended, but for a proper show of ownership and further humiliation, I guided my cock one last time to the boy's face, smearing the teary-creamy substance all over his cheek and nose. Finally, with my cock's well-treated mushroom, I gathered as much dripping cum from the boy's lips and forced my dick inside his mouth for a couple more times, giving him a first taste at the salty substance which would be part of his diet for years to come.

What you've just witnessed, is a boy's first cock-sucking experience 3; if you still have any doubts that a very young boy such as this one can handle a man's dick even better than those teenybopper bitches you pay for every time you need some action, then I will retract my offer and would no longer be interested in contacting you. Thanks for watching and I hope you had a good time, I said facing the camera then told Tommy to shut it down 3;

• – You've been a good help today Tommy, I just need one more thing however.
• – I'm ready, master.
• – Take this little cum-slut and bath him then bring him here, after that, you're free to watch TV or go to sleep if you're tired.
• – Okay master 3; but 3; can I eat after I bath your 3; uhm 3; pet?
• – Yes 3; definitely, do whatever you want as soon as you finish the job 3; oh and don't forget to take off the boy's collar before turning on the shower, we don't water on it do we? Pretty expensive stuff 3; no need to break it!
• – Okay, master 3; thank you, master.

He said cheerfully as he held the boy by his leash and ushered him to my bathroom. Meanwhile, I took a magazine, sat down on my massage sofa and turned it on while the splashing water inside the bathroom signified that the cleaning process had begun.

After a good ten-minute of reading, I reached for my laptop and as I sat back down, Tommy returned with my cleaned pet, an appetizing scent of apple-shampoo on his hair filling the room.

• – Do you want me to send him to the stable, master?
• – Oh no 3; here 3; take this away and forced him down on his back, I said as I pointed to the sofa's footrest. I'd rather have him as a footrest rather than that itchy fabric., I added.

With the grace and agility of an expert, Tommy took the sofa's footrest away and forced Chris down on the floor and turned him around so that he was lying on his back.

• – He's ready for you, master.
• – Thank you, Tommy 3; ahhhh, much better, I said as I laid both of my feet on the boy's chest and abdomen.
• – Master 3;
• – Yes Tommy?
• – Uhm 3; do you want me to 3; err 3; you know like I used to do?
• – What? I was actually oblivious of the offer he was attempting to make.
• – Uhmm 3; do you want me to massage your feet?
• – Well 3; you're not a pet anymore Tommy, remember?
• – Yes but 3; I know you like it, master 3;
• – Yes I do my boy 3;
• – Okay then, I'll just massage it with my hands, not my mouth if you want to, master 3;
• – Hmm 3; tell you what, grab the stool, sit down and if YOU REALLY want to give me a massage, I'd be really grateful my boy 3;
• – Yes 3; I do, master, it's uhm 3; I just want you to be pleased with me, master.
• – Oh I really am 3; really really really, I added for emphasis.

Not only was I pleased with him, I was overjoyed by his nice and really good-hearted attempt to gain my content. I knew he would be a good assistant but I never thought he would ever be 'that' good.

Anyhow, as I opened my inbox and began sending some 'teasing' messages about the video I was going to mail later, Tommy slid the short stool until it bumped onto Chris's arm, sat down and took one of my feet into his lap as he began go massage me the way he used to. Not only that, the soft feeling of a boy's chest supporting my other foot was as erogenous and comforting as the stimulating treatment my massaged foot was getting.

• – Hey, Tommy 3;
• – Yes, master?
• – I just remember something 3;
• – What's that master? he said as he was pressing gently on my toes.
• – Well 3; you know Chris is a pet right? But Chris is a boy's name not a pet 3;
• – Ooh yea 3; I understand.
• – So 3; we must pick a proper name for him don't you think?
• – Yes master 3; any name you choose would be good, he said humbly.
• – Oh well I don't know 3; I'm not very good with names 3; how about you take a shot?
• – Me?
• – Yes 3; well, you were the first to get inside his body 3; I think you earn the right to name him, I said to him as I slid my free foot onto the Chris's face, and began to tease his lips with my toes, forcing them open for a bit then caressing his face with the sole of my foot, further adding to his humiliation of being a footrest.
• – Uhmm 3; well 3; can I ask something, master?
• – Certainly 3;
• – Well 3; I am not a pet anymore, right?
• – Absolutely.
• – And I showed this 3; uhm 3; pet that I own him like you taught me, right?
• – Yes, definitely.
• – Well 3; it's like 3; I mean, does it mean that I am his master?
• – Well 3; yes you are, but I'm still the owner, I said with a laughter to clear his confusion.
• – Ok so 3; I'm his master and 3;
• – What my boy?
• – Well 3; you're his master too.
• – Yes and? I was getting impatient, oblivious of where he was going with his questions.
• – Okay so 3; it's like 3; two of us and one of him.
• – I guess so yes 3;
• – Well 3; how about Duo then?
• – Duo what?
• – His name 3; Duo means two 3; and he has two masters 3;
• – Shit 3; fuck Hehehe 3; you're right my boy! I said excitedly, it couldn't fit any better 3; Duo!
• – Thank you master 3;
• – Very well then 3; from this moment, his name will be Duo, Hehehe 3; Duo!

I was amused by the boy's wit and proud of his first day as my helper, Tommy's show of gratitude was also warm and after a while, I asked him to stop and to go get himself something to eat. With that, I pampered my feet on Duo's skin as I finished sending my e-mails and added a diary entry. When I was done, I dragged the boy to the side of my bed, cuffed his neck and chained him to the bed posts. Tonight, he will sleep on the floor by his master's bed.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 10.45 AM | Tommy-Time

Work work work and then 3; take it cool! Basically? That's what I did the entire day! Well not exactly true but in fact, all I had to do was supervise while Tommy did all the work.

Starting at the beginning, I woke up pretty late today, around 10.45 3; as usual though, I woke up pretty scrunched and lazy. Nonetheless, it seems as if Tommy simply doesn't want to stop to amaze me, or is simply trying to show me just how much he is grateful and thankful for after I freed him and began treating him in a very good manner. Therefore, as soon as I woke up and turned over, Tommy's smiling face actually lit the room as he said Good morning master, and showed me a cup of coffee he had already made 3; It's getting cold master 3; sorry but I made it 20 minutes ago, he added softly.

As I sat down on the bed, I checked for Duo who was awake by now yet still crumbling on himself, lying on his side with his hands buried between his thighs. However, even though a pet should wake up before his master and wake him up 'pleasurably', I simply couldn't punish him because to be fair, he hasn't been taught his morning duties yet, a simple detail which was swiftly fixed as I dangled my right leg and shook his body until he knelt down.

With my gesture, he climbed onto the bed and knelt idly between my spread legs and as soon as Tommy handed me my coffee, he held the boy's head and gently pushed it all the way down to my dick, pointing at it and to the boy's mouth. Even with that, Duo who was apparently either a dumb child or a very stubborn kid, still knelt idly which prompted Tommy, and to my surprise, to hold my dick in his hand, point it towards Duo's mouth and pressed on the boy's head so that my dick touched his mouth.

As if it suddenly ticked inside his abused brain, the boy understood that he should 'get-to-work' as he opened his mouth eventually and began a clumsy and untrained session of cock-sucking.

• – I just can't say how proud and how happy I am that you turned out to be this way, Tommy, I said to the boy gently, almost affectionately.
• – Thank you master 3; I want you to be proud of me, master 3; I'll do my best, he mumbled humbly.
• – Come 3; take your shoes off and climb over

Unhesitant this time since he seems to have understood that I will no longer use him as a sex-object, he was quick to remove his shoes and climbed next to me, lying down by my side. Caught in the moment of affection, I wrapped my arm around his bare shoulders and tugged him closer, instantly, the in-need-of-emotions child softly rested his head against my chest and seemed to be breathing soft and relaxed.

• – This is nice 3; I muttered, moved by this boy's affection.
• – Yes master 3; it's nice 3; thank you, master.
• – You don't need to thank me in every sentence, Tommy 3; I'm just proud and happy with you now, I said softly as I caressed his hair while Duo was doing such a fucking lousy job on my dick.
• – He doesn't know how, master 3; he said jokingly pointing at Duo and apparently amused by the boy's ineptitude and lack of know-how in cock-sucking.
• – Yea 3; he'll learn though, he's got all the time in the world, I replied teasingly as I drank the last sip of my cup and held the boy's head down on my cock, keeping my lazy morning-erection stuffed inside for warmth for a minute or two 3;

Eventually, Duo managed to finish his job, as lousy as it was 3; but cream is cream and he soon found his mouth filled with the salty juice as I squirted the last drops of cum onto his lips and sent him to clean himself. When he came back, I was already up and again gesturing to him, I made him understand that his next task is to dress me up.

Humbly and with head down, the boy crawled all over the room, picking up my scattered cloth and started to work his way up. After 'wrestling' with socks, he finally managed to slide them in and moved for my boxers. By grabbing the waist, he looked up as if he was waiting for me to step inside, which I didn't until he realized that he should hold each of my legs and guide them properly 3; eventually, he managed to get the boxers inside and kneeling straight, he slid them up to my waist. Next, he managed to get my pants on as well and finally went for the shoes.

Adequately satisfied, I put on a t-shirt by myself and tying a leash to the boy's collar, I went down to the stable with him crawling like usual. After Tommy followed me, I told him to skip Milo and gave him instructions on how to administer breakfast, how much food he must put and how much water and told him that he has the complete freedom to occasionally slap a boy if he finds him not eating fast enough or even whip him as a punishment.

Having gone through the drill himself for innumerous times, Tommy found no problem as he did what he was asked to do, and most probably for the 'feel' rather than the 'need' he ended up sending a belt once on Shadow and slapped Lucky's face while ordering them to Eat faster, you fucking dogs.

When that was done, I herded Duo back to his cubicle and asked Tommy to get me the same medicine he did the day before. Reaching out for Milo's cubicle, the boy was still nothing but a heap of misery, still wandering his eyes aimlessly. However, his skin color had returned to normal and most of the welts caused by the straps and the whippings had either faded completely or on their way to get there. With Tommy's help again, we sat the boy down as I administered his medications and since he was completely lost, I ended up feeding him myself and giving him a drink of water.

Under my guidance as well, Tommy ushered the boys to 'finish-their-business' which was the worst and most disgusting part of the job actually, then forced them into their shower booths and hurried them along the way as they soaped and rinsed their tender bodies, glittering against the light and in front of my ever-so-hungry eyes. However, I had no plans to play at that time and instead asked Tommy to help me as I 'tidied up' the stable for James's visit.

When the last boy had finished his shower, Tommy had no trouble getting them back on their leashes and handed me the key. Next, we went to the 'theatre room', made sure that everything was in place, that the tables were neatly placed, the chairs nicely angled and dusted off the entire place, the scales, the measuring tool and the desk at the back of the room.

To complete the chores, I led Tommy down to the second level of the basement and we made sure that all the cages in the 'storage room' were opened and ready to receive their promised-pets, that the rusty padlocks were still functioning, that there is enough chains and collars, finally we tidied up some more and went back up.

When everything was done, I gave Tommy the freedom to do whatever he wanted as we went out of the stable. Opting for TV, I relaxed on the couch while Tommy decided to go for a skinny-dip in the pool and for hours, he jumped, splashed, swam, played and even talked to himself 3; it's amazing what a boy's imagination could produce, I thought to myself as I occasionally glanced to see what he was doing.

Anyhow, by the time Tommy and I had finished a delicious launch of home-delivered Chinese food and as soon as I was getting off the table, I received a message on my cell phone from James, telling me to open the large garage's gate for his van and that he would be here in half an hour.

• – Tommy, here's the basement key, get down now and turn on the lights, I was acting against my own decision to hand him the most delicate key in my life, however I was encouraged by Tommy's actions yesterday and was determined to give it a shot.
• – Ok master 3; what else do you need?
• – For now 3; turn on the lights and get down to the second level and open the 'storage room' door.
• – Okay master 3; he said as he ran all the way and vanished.

In a hurry, I cleaned the kitchen's table and knowing that I have a large number of hungry 'goods' coming at a minute, I placed a large pot on the cooking range and opened a large number of half-cooked soup boxes, plunged them in and let them boil. Next, I sped to the large garage, opened the door in anticipation and as I was heading back inside to call Tommy, he was rushing towards me to give me the keys 3;

• – Tommy 3; I forgot but I need something else from down there.
• – Yes master 3; anything!
• – Good 3; go back to the storage room, there's a box filled with a lot of cuffs, I need you to get me AT LEAST 20 pairs, can you do that?
• – Yes master 3;
• – Great, get them and put them on this table here in case I'm not back yet.

I instructed him as we both dashed into different directions, him for the storage room while I went upstairs, prepared ten chloroformed rags and was back in-sync with Tommy's return.

• – Master 3;
• – Yes Tommy?
• – Why are we rushing like this?
• – Oh 3; Uhm 3; you remember James?
• – Yes, I know he's coming today, master 3;
• – Yep 3; but he's not coming along, I teased as I winked at him.
• – Ohhhh 3; ok 3; I understand, he said with a smile.
• – That's why I have a storage room Tommy 3; I'll explain everything later though.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 4.25PM | A Truck Load

I ended the conversation as I saw James's yellow antique of a van struggling on the asphalt as he maneuvered the vehicle, made a semi-turn and drove in reverse until he docked it inside the garage. The second it was in, I closed the large metal door behind, sealed it and literally jumped to get a hold of James as he opened his door and was getting down.

• – Well if it isn't James 3; James Fucking Herod 3; I said as we hugged.
• – I fucking miss you man 3;
• – Well the hell have you been?
• – Later 3; I'll tell you everything later 3; there are more 'urgent' things to deal with, he said as he patted on the side of the van. I've kept them in my van all the way here, so they're definitely starving.
• – How many?
• – Nine!
• – Fuck 3; ages?
• – All under twelve 3;
• – Sweet 3; okay let's unload.
• – They're definitely awake by now, I had them knocked down twice but my stuff isn't strong enough to keep them dreamy for a long time 3;
• – That's because you go for the cheap stuff you fucker 3;
• – Yea well you're not the b 3; oh what the fuck is that? he pointed at Tommy as he finally noticed him.
• – You remember Winston? Well, Winston is no more 3; this is Tommy and he has been a great help 3; I'd appreciate if you treat him nicely, I added the last sentence in a much lowered voice.
• – Oh 3; Well 3; you were fun when I LAST FUCKED you kid.
• – What the FUCK 3; YOU WANT A PUNCH OR WHAT? I screamed at him, agitated by his unnecessary stunt 3;
• – It's okay, master 3; I remember Master James.
• – Hey 3; I'm just teasing ya Win 3; I mean, Tommy 3; he laughed as he tousled Tommy's hair. So 3; you're doing good now, helping this old bastard? he asked him as he pointed at me.
• – Yes 3; I 3; Master Thomas is nice to me and I want him to be proud, he said innocently.
• – That's good son, now 3; you know what's inside this truck don't you?
• – Yes Master James.
• – Good 3; you're gonna help us then?
• – Yes.
• – He can lift you up and run as if he's carrying a cat, I interrupted.
• – Reaaally, James chimed.
• – You'll see 3; let's unload, I don't want them to have burnt soup after such a journey, I affirmed.
• – Okay 3; Tommy, stay focused because when I open this door, if more than one boy jumps in, I want you to catch him and throw him down on the floor can you do that?
• – Yes, master James.

The procedure was simple, James opens the door wide enough for one boy to slide out, I apply the chloroform rag on his face, bind him and throw him into a pile which we would later transport 3; On a few occasions however, some of the most desperate for freedom boys manage to slip and we wind up chasing them like rabbits.

Okay 3; first one coming out, James said as he opened the door and a stamped of naked boys tried to jostle their way out. However, James is one heck of a large man, taller than me, wide shoulders and had the strength of a fucking bull. Without any trouble, James kept the door slightly opened until he managed to get hold of one of the boys' leg and pulled him out to my waiting arms as I was quick to squeeze him and apply the rag. Seconds later, he was knocked down on the floor.

• – Tommy, secure a pair of cuffs on the boy's wrists and ankles and slide him over there near the table, repeat the same thing every time I finish knocking a boy down.
• – Okay master, he said as he hurried to get a pair of cuffs, locked them good and dragged the unconscious boy near the table.
• – He's really something 3; said James, astonished by the boy's agility.
• – Keep your amazement 3; what you're about to see is gonna blow your mind off, I said assertively.

With the seventh boy drugged, cuffed and piled; James made the unforgivable mistake of neglect as he thought that the job was done. As soon as he let go of the van's backdoor's handle, two energetic maniacs hiding in the form of eleven or twelve-year-old boys dashed out in a desperate run for freedom.

One of the brown delicacies ran stupidly towards the garage door, only to be cornered by James's imposing frame. The second one however, a light-skinned devil, ran towards the door which led to my house and in the flash of light had Tommy at his tail.

I left James to handle the other boy as I ran behind Tommy and the other boy all the way until I saw Tommy literally jump through the air and land over the running prey's back, knocking him down on the floor.

• – Master Thomas 3; Master James 3; I GOT HIMMMM, he screamed to use.
• – Goooood job, Tommy, I chimed as I reached for the struggling boy's legs and held them tight. Hold him by his hands, Tommy, I said and we both carried the screaming, wiggling and jiggling boy by his limbs and all the way back to the garage where he received the proper treatment.
• – Fuck 3; what the hell just happened, said James, caught by the unexpected surprise.
• – That's what fucking happens when you let your guard down for a second man 3;
• – Yea 3; I know 3; I just assumed 3; who caught the other rabbit?
• – Tommy, I said proudly.
• – Wha 3;?
• – Told you 3; trust me, you haven't seen a thing yet, I said teasingly as I winked at Tommy's grinning face.
• – Storage room?
• – Already opened 3; Tommy, can you carry one of the small ones? I asked.
• – Yes master 3;
• – Great 3; come over here, I shuffled through the nearly naked bodies until I picked a rather small boy and maneuvered him onto Tommy's shoulder. Take him all the way down and put him on the floor near the cages ok?
• – Okay master, he said as he set off to do his job.
• – I tell you man 3; the boy has the strength of a twenty-five-year old athlete 3; he's amazing, I addressed James as he and I picked two boys each and landed them on each of our shoulders.

With five boys on the storage room's floor, Tommy ran all the way up to fetch another boy as we took care of the rest.

• – Tommy 3; I need you to go to the kitchen and turn off the stove please.
• – Okay master 3;
• – So what's with the please you fucking twat 3; are you going soft now? James teased me having heard a word he wouldn't even think would come out of someone like me.
• – Oh 3; well 3; definitely not soft but Tommy 3; I dunno how to explain it man but he's 3; he's really something special.
• – I can see that 3; he said, still curious and probably waiting for more detail.
• – I'll tell you all about later though, let's get these beauties cleaned and caged.

Working simultaneously, James and I began to prepare the mostly light-brown delicacies. With not a single moment to spare, we began to uncuff and take off each of the boys' clothes and throwing the rags into a central pile. Whenever the boy is stripped completely, he would be moved adjacent to the rectangular tub, ready to be cleaned. With the third boy peeled and piled, Tommy came back.

• – Can I help you with anything, master?
• – Uhm 3; yes Tommy but 3; do you mind taking your clothes off?
• – No master, but why?
• – Well they won't be asleep for a long time and since you can help, start bathing the boys in that tub 3; can you do that?
• – Oh 3; sure, master, no problem, he said as he went from fully clothed into his birthday suit in the blink of an eye.

As I began working on the fourth limp body, James was collecting all the clothes into one corner while Tommy had already taken one of the boys inside the tub, laid him on his back and knelt above him. Then, he slid a thick bathing glove into his hand began scrubbing the boy's skin with soap and water.

With the three of us busy stripping, piling up and cleaning the money bags, James surprisingly landed a cheerful slap on one of the sleeping boys' ass.

• – Just imagine how much fun you can have with that 3; he chimed as he groped the limp boy's butt-cheeks.
• – I just noticed something 3; I said.
• – What?
• – They're not practically 3; jewels 3; you catch my drift?
• – Yea I know 3; but fair quality, they should sell good 3;
• – Gimme a cow and I can sell it good 3; I'm just saying that as a remark you know 3;
• – Yea 3; well it was rough as it is to get them all in one time 3; this is probably the largest shipment I ever attempted to pull...
• – I know 3; ha ha except for that time in Columbia 3; remember?
• – Fuck how the hell can I forget heheheh 3; shot at, chased and almost crucified back there man hehe.
• – Good times though 3; I said as I finished peeling the last boy. By that time, Tommy had finished cleaning two boys and James was taking care of drying them up.
• – Can you too finish the rest? I'll go prepare the soup bowls and get them here.
• – Yea don't worry man 3; go.
• – Hey 3; not a single move on Tommy, you get it? You fucking horn-dog.
• – Relax 3; for fuck's sake 3; Tommy, don't listen to him, you're his helper and I'm his partner 3; which practically means you're one of us now, and I respect that 3; don't worry buddy, he said to Tommy.
• – Okay Master 3;
• – Now go 3; I had fun with Winston 3; now Winston's gone 3; there's no need to worry, he said to me. With that I turned my back and left.
   
  
• – Tell me, Tommy 3; aren't you upset because 3; these are little boys like you? James turned over to Tommy, clearly puzzled by the unnatural situation.
• – No 3; well, just a bit but 3; I mean I really want Master Thomas to be proud of me and 3; he told me that little boys are fun and that he makes a lot of money and 3; uhm 3; he's gonna teach me all that and 3; I mean 3; it's like 3; fun.
• – Hahaha 3; that's the spirit, no wonder Thomas saw something special in you, I'll tell you what 3; you don't have to call me 'master' 3; how about that?
• – What should I call you then, mas 3; uhm 3;
• – James, just James 3; can you do that?
• – Err 3; yea 3; Okay James, Tommy replied with a shining smile which James was quick to return.

The weird and ghastly pair of a pervert man and becoming-a-pervert boy worked their butts out as they cleaned, dried and re-piled the remaining boys bodies, waiting for my arrival.

• – Why aren't they in cages yet? I asked as I came back with a food tray.
• – Don't you wanna have a quick check up?
• – Fuck no 3; what if they all wake up at the same time? You wanna go rabbit chasing again? Fuck 3;
• – You're turning into a grumpy bastard hahaha 3; he said as he held the first boy and manhandled him into one of the cages while Tommy was putting his clothes back on.
• – Tommy, take a bowl of soup and a bowl of water and place it in each cage's opening, buddy, I said amicably.
• – Okay master 3;

To help finish the task, I gave James another pair of hands as we collected and stored each one of the slightly-awake yet dizzy boys inside their cages, five boys went into the lower shelf and the remaining four on the upper shelf. Meanwhile, Tommy took care of the food and water, sliding the bowls through the installed openings on each of the cages and curiously peeking at the naked bodies crammed inside.

Perfectly timed, as soon as the last boy was nicely locked in, the inevitable and déjà-vu wave of whining and speaking in foreign languages began with the first boy fully awake and apparently not so happy with his temporary habitat. Gradually and almost consecutively, the other boys chimed in, most of them whining pathetically, others crying openly and most of them blabbering in Spanish or Portuguese or whatever the hell that nasty language was.

• – I'm fucking starving 3; said James.
• – There are some leftover Chinese, I replied as I made one last check on the cages to make sure they were well locked.
• – Great 3; let's talk, I have something that'll blow your mind!
• – What's that?
• – Can I have a bite first? Fuck 3; you really are getting grumpy.
• – Fine bitch 3; get going then, Tommy and I will follow you in a sec.
• – Okay 3; but no funny things between you two, he said mockingly as Tommy smiled at the man's subtle joke. As soon as he went up, I turned my attention to Tommy.
• – Listen now 3; this man is a horn-dog, you know what that means?
• – Uhm 3; I guess.
• – It means that if he could, he might try to have you 3; even though I don't think he would, but he's an animal 3; so you better take care around him ok?
• – Okay master 3;
• – Another thing, I want you to show him just how good you are handling pets 3; when he sees that, he'll respect you more and will start to think of you as a real, master, can you do that?
• – Yes master 3; anything you want.
• – Very good my boy 3; let's go see what the pig is munching, I said with a smile.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 5.45 PM | Fucked Up & a Eureka!

In all honesty, a pig is a compliment for a man like James who seems to have an elephant's appetite and is almost always craving for food. Strangely enough however, he had the healthy build of an Olympic athlete, muscular, well toned and without a single trace of fat. True to his reputation, James was literally burying his head between various dishes, eating and chewing in an almost disgusting manner.

• – Tommy, be a good sport and get me a beer, will ya kiddo, James said with a nasty burp.
• – Okay.
• – They're in the garage fridge Tommy, I instructed.
• – Okay master, he said as he left the kitchen.
• – So James 3; wanna blow my mind now? I said teasingly.
• – Nope 3; not now!
• – Fine 3; hard-ass-wanna-be hehe 3; I'm not playing though! I taunted.
• – All in due time my good friend 3; I know you don't trust me with Tommy 3; heck I don't even trust 'me' with a handsome boy like him but 3; I know that you trust me as partner.
• – As a partner? You know I'd risk my butt for you man 3; what's with all that shit now?
• – Nothing 3; really, just 3; uhm 3; it's been a while and I really wanted to make sure we're still solid.
• – Solid as we ever were man, heck if we were gay I'd marry your fucking ass hehe.
• – Haha 3; so tell me, what's with you and Tommy then? as I was about to tell him Tommy's tale, the bare-chest boy came back with a couple of freezing beers.
• – Thanks buddy.
• – No problem, James! Tommy replied as I turned over to him, ready to yell.
• – Don't yell at the boy you fucking prick 3; I told him to call me James.
• – Oh ok 3; sorry Tommy, Okay so even if I'm a master, doesn't mean I can't apologize every once in a while 3;
• – Been waiting all my life to hear you say that. Hehehe, he mocked. Have a seat Tommy, if it's okay with your master.
• – Definitely, get your butt over here, I added with as I patted at the chair next to mine.
• – So you wanna discuss this in front of him? James inquired.
• – Yep 3; he's a good boy, and he better starts learning everything, the earlier the better, I added as I patted Tommy's shoulder encouragingly.
• – This time it's different 3;
• – Potato (American-english) Potato (British English) 3; it's all the same, I added, unaware of where the conversation would lead.
• – Alright then, have it your way 3; what's my cut?
• – Like usual 3; 40% for me and the rest is yours.
• – Well 3; that's the problem here 3;
• – What?
• – Listen man 3; I'm not trying to break the years-old agreement but this time only 3; I'm gonna need a higher cut.
• – Oh fuck 3;
• – Hang on 3; I'm not trying to get your pity here but I really, really am in a dire need for money 3;
• – Aren't we all? C'mon 3; there's no need for this buddy!
• – A few moments ago I asked if you trusted me as your partner 3;
• – Yea 3;
• – I need your trust then 3; I really am down to my ears here man.
• – Okay, okay 3; we're not gonna fight over it but 3; can't you at least tell me why? After all, trust given is trust received right?
• – Not in front of the boy.
• – Listen 3; no matter what it is, you can say it and you have my word that Tommy's smart enough to understand anything you say 3;
• – Very well 3; uhm 3; you know these boys, the ones I just got?
• – Yes 3;
• – Well 3; they're not actually my property I mean 3; I fucking stole'em all from a man who runs a human-trafficking ring on the border..
• – Who cares? So what 3; you're an ethical guy now and you want to pay him back? Hahaha.
• – No 3; fuck! Geez man who the fuck do you think I am? It's just that 3; he's a 3; well he works for 'La Eme' 3;
• – Shit 3; those were people no one should ever mess with.
• – Not only that 3; they also tracked my van but didn't take the boys back because it's way off their territory 3; but 3; I've received some, nasty calls you know 3;
• – Man 3; what the fuck were you thinking?
• – I wasn't 3; and how the fuck would I know if he was a member of 'La Eme' or not 3; damn man I wasn't born yesterday 3;
• – This is fucked up 3; shit 3; what's with the calls then.
• – Basically? hand over 200,000$ or die 3; but you know how nice they are, they always change a few words with every call, gut-you-out, skin-you-alive, feed-you-your-own-dick 3; classic shit.
• – Holy shit 3;
• – See why I need a higher cut?
• – No I don't 3; because even if we sell all of them in auction and I don't even get a single dime, they're hardly worth 200,000$ 3; I already told you that downstairs 3;
• – I know 3;
• – Fuck man 3; this is genuinely fucked up 3;
• – Fuck I don't know how the hell or if I ever can slide through this shit 3;
• – James, Tommy chimed.
• – Not now Tommy, I added.
• – Uhm 3; Master I have 3;
• – Tommy, this is serious 3; just sit down and listen please 3;
• – Oh what they hay 3; let him talk 3; it's not like we're gonna figure out this shit in a second 3; James added as he lowered his put his head between his palms in defeat.
• – Very well 3; what is it, Tommy? I asked.
• – Uhm 3; before I 3; before I was here, I mean with you 3;
• – Yes? You mean before you rode in my car when you were hitching?
• – Yes 3;
• – Okay what?
• – That day, I was in an internet café and was watching you know 3; sex movies, he said the last few words in an almost whisper.
• – Okay 3; you can watch on my laptop if you want, I said impatiently, thinking that it was hardly the time to reminisce.
• – Nonono 3; that's not what I meant.
• – What is it then?
• – Well 3; on the internet, there are uhm 3; websites that show like 30 seconds of the movie then stops.
• – Tommy 3; this is hardl 3;
• – Please master 3; it was the first time ever he interrupted me but I let slide, intrigued by what he wanted to say.
• – Ok go on 3;
• – These movies have a word 'sample', when I looked it up it meant something like advertisement or something.
• – Yes 3; and?
• – Master 3; there's a million websites and they all sell movies 3; which means they make good money 3; so it means that 3; maybe 3; if you sell 3;
• – Fuck 3; I said astonishingly, finally understanding what his scattered thoughts were leading.
• – I mean 3; you have a camera and uhm 3; you have like 3; pets who do what you want, master 3;
• – This kid is a fucking genius! James blurted in a 'im-back-from-the-dead' kind of look on his face.
• – Actually 3; it's a risky thing and next to opening my inbox, I know practically nothing about the internet, I said, intrigued by the thought but highly suspicious of it being properly materialized.
• – No no don't worry about that 3; James added. I know a four-eyed fucking geek who often comes by my house for fun, always rents never buys 3;
• – So?
• – He's like a tech-genius or something 3; he knows his way around internet security and all that kind of shit, all we have to do is make the movies!
• – Even if we do that 3; I mean, we're talking 200 grand here 3;
• – Yea 3; with a proper auction and a couple of well made movies, we can pull it off 3;
• – I don't know man 3; seems risky and farfetched..
• – Let me call him, invite him here and we'll see what he has to say 3;
• – No 3; fuck I don't even know this guy 3;
• – TRUST your FUCKING partner 3; he added assertively.
• – Ok 3; do what you want but he's not getting a peek at the stable.
• – Ok 3; I'll call him and see if he can come over 3;
• – Do whatever you want 3; I'm gonna feed my pets, they haven't had launch yet.
• – I'll meet you down there then.

Still not convinced even though the idea was brilliant, I went down to check on my pets, give Milo his medicine and fill the food dishes. Seconds later, Tommy followed, ever so helpful as he literally jumped around in a tremendous energy until we finished and were about to go back upstairs.

• – He'll be here in a couple of hours.
• – Fine but don't get your hopes high man 3;
• – I won't but 3; it's worth a try.
• – Yea 3; I guess, I said nonchalantly, my mind somewhat buzzed.
• – Even if it doesn't work out 3; we still have some work to do, he said as he pointed downstairs.
• – Oh fuck 3; I forgot, very well 3; Tommy, turn on the lights in the theatre room, I told Tommy as James and I went downstairs.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 6.15 PM | This One Goes to Class 3;

As soon as we opened the door, all the boys who seemed to have calmed down by then were fully alert, their faces poking through the cage bars as they were apparently trying to see what was going to happen.

For a convenient sorting, James and I lowered the upper caged boys down to the floor and when Tommy followed, we checked if he could manipulate a cage into the wagon, which he did almost effortlessly. Receiving a couple of admiration words from James and me, I then told him that we will be in the theatre room and his job was to get a cage on the wagon and pull it all the way up to the theatre room.

Since we were already downstairs and heading up, I showed Tommy how to handle the cage and pull the wagon properly. When we arrived to the stairs that led upwards, I showed him the wheel rails that were installed on one side of the stairs and demonstrated how to pull the heavy thing up without too much effort. After a test run, I was finally convinced that he could handle the job and the three of us went up to the theatre for the first boy's categorization.

With me behind the desk to fill the forms and James to manhandle the boy, Tommy stood and watched carefully, learning as much as he could from what we were doing.

• – First boy 3; James said as he opened the cage and forced the boy out.
• – How old? I asked.
• – I'd say 3; eleven.
• – Eleven it is, since we had no way to confirm, we simply evaluated the boy's age and sold him on that basis. Skin 3; I'd say light brown, I added as I began filling the form in front of me.
• – Weight 3; 71 pounds [32 kg], he said as he led the boy to the scale.
• – Height?
• – One sec 3; he jostled the boy into the height-measuring device and manipulated him until he was standing perfectly upright. He's 3; 4.7. [1.40 m].
• – Okay 3; Hair's brown, mid length 3; eyes?
• – Brown 3; or brownish 3; he said as he fiddled with some strands, trying to determine the color.
• – Penis.
• – Working on that 3; he fondled the boy's genitals for a while until he received a full erection, then with the help of the ruler, took the penis's length. Roughly 3 inches [7 cm].
• – Shorty hehe 3; 'C' or 'U'?
• – Uncircumcised.
• – Pity 3; he'll fetch less 3; teeth status?
• – Abrir la boca, he said to the boy in which I assumed was Spanish. Some cavities at the back and a missing tooth on the left side, lower jaw, he concluded as he probed the boy's mouth.
• – Areola.
• – Light Brown, small.
• – Belly button.
• – Fucked up haha 3; just put an outie.
• – Done, ass ring?
• – Yikes 3; dark brown 3; disgusting!
• – He's not gonna fetch a lot of money man 3; I said in a rather disappointed tone as I added the detail.
• – Skin status.
• – Let me see 3; start filling, fuck this boy's a mess 3; he has, black-heads over his chin 3; a few nasty pimples across the shoulders 3; another few on the left side of his abdomen 3; some kind of a rash on the upper side of his left butt-cheek 3; a nasty brownish rash under his scrotum 3; bruised right knee 3; another bruise across the back of his left calve 3; rather disgusting feet 3;
• – Shit 3; we'll be lucky if someone even buys that crap for 10 bucks 3;
• – Yea well 3; you can't be very picky when you steal 3;
• – Fuck it 3; class D, worst kind of shit man 3; I said, clearly irritated by the boy's condition.
• – How much was it again 3; been a while can't remember anymore.
• – Class D, 125$ per pound 3; Class C: 175$ per pound 3; Class B: 225$ per pound 3; Class A 350$ per pound 3; let me add the age price and do the math, fucking D 3;
• – Remind me of the age price as well 3; I'm blank on details.
• – 12 year-old, 500$, goes up 100$ the younger he is. That's 1000$ if he's eight.
• – Yea 3; damn I'm getting amnesia or something 3;
• – 8875$ for his weight and since we decided he's 11, that's another 600$ 3; initial price is 9475$ 3; if anyone pays that much I'd cut my own dick off man 3;
• – Damn 3;
• – Lock him up and tape this form to the back side of the cage, I said to James as I gave him the detailed form of the boy's specifications as well as the initial price. Tommy, take this key, it opens the room next to the storage room, it has a long row of cells, when you get the cage inside, close the door behind you, lock it and then take the boy out of the cage and into one of the cells. Take a hard belt from the stable on your way down, if he tries to resist or run, use the belt and force him inside a cell, lock it then go and fetch another boy, can you do that?
• – Yes master I can 3;
• – If you think you can't handle it don't be afraid to tell me 3; this is a delicate business and we can't have ANY mistakes.
• – No master 3; I can, trust me.
• – Fine 3; we're waiting, try to hurry up.
• – Okay. With that, he loaded the caged boy back into the wagon and pulled it behind him as he went as fast as he could.
• – What the fuck am I gonna do 3; James added in a calm yet agitated voice.
• – I dunno 3; haven't you checked any of the boys?
• – No 3; not in depth but there's a couple of cute ones 3;
• – Well 3; if one boy turns out to be a Class A, or if we could get two Class B, we would have a better chance 3;
• – Why can't you just put any boy as a Class A man 3; fuck I need money!
• – I know 3; but if I sell a boy as a class A and he's nothing more than a good-looking chimp, I'll lose credibility 3; you know these buyers man 3; they're a tough crowd to please.
• – I know 3; I'm just desperate.
• – We'll figure a way out of this 3; don't worry I'm by your side, I added to comfort him, and I wasn't lying, a friend like James is a rare commodity and I would literally sell my own blood to help him out.

After a couple of minutes of a heavy silence, the screeching of the wagon's wheels re-alerted us as Tommy's frame showed up, pulling behind him another caged boy.

• – Did you secure the other one Tommy?
• – Yes master.
• – Are you sure?
• – Yes master, it's locked and I locked the prison door as well.
• – Good job 3; good 3; you don't have to stand all the time, grab and chair and watch.
• – Or he could stand next to me and see how it's done.
• – Yes master 3; can I? chimed Tommy with his ever-present excited and high pitched voice.
• – You don't need my permission to learn Tommy 3; let's go James, we still have that geek guy of yours to meet with.
• – Hang on 3; he said as he unlocked the cage and dragged a squirmy boy by his leg out and then up on his feet.
• – This one looks a lot better 3; age around? the boy was charming at a first glance; however the devil is in the details, so I stuck to the procedure.
• – Definitely not older than ten 3; Tommy we need him erect, work on his dick.
• – Okay. Tommy quickly complied as bent down and started rubbing the boy's dick while James continued the examination.
• – I'll just put ten then 3; skin, white 3; most buyers would pay more for white, that's a good asset then 3;
• – Racist bastard haha.
• – No fuck 3; definitely not 3; I'm just stating the facts, they all ask for white boys for some reason..
• – On the scale and 3; 68 pounds [31 kg], he said as he ushered the boy down.
• – Noted 3;
• – This one's definitely better 3;
• – Just stick to the standard steps 3; gimme his height.
• – I know 3; just saying 3; hmm 3; 4.5. [1.35 m].
• – Hair's light brown?
• – Nope 3; dirty blonde.
• – Okay 3; eyes?
• – Can't tell hang on, he said as he lifted the boy's face towards the light. It's 3; I think olive-green, beautiful color but hard to distinguish in such a light.
• – Are you sure?
• – Yea definitely olive green.
• – That's good 3; high demand.
• – Penis length is 3.5 inches [9 cm], master, Tommy said, clearly the boy was doing his best to help as he forced an erection and without us noticing, took the ruler and measured the tiny pricklet.
• – Hehe 3; gimme this, James said as he checked the length and confirmed. You really are something you lil devil, he added addressing Tommy.
• – So it's 3.5 [9 cm]?
• – Yep 3; big boy hehe.
• – It's looking good so far 3; C or U?
• – Circumcised, and 3; clean and nice looking cut 3;
• – Very good 3; Teeth? again, James pried the boy's mouth open to check his teeth as curious Tommy stood to take a look.
• – No cavities but a couple of missing teeth, one on the upper left and the other on the far back of the lower jaw.
• – Not bad at all 3; areola color?
• – I'd say very light brown or mid pink 3; come see for yourself.
• – Pathetic 3; I said teasingly as I took the boy's nipple in one hand and determined it had a darker shade of pink. It's pink you moron 3; belly button?
• – Innie 3; nice knot.
• – Good 3; pucker?
• – Hehe 3; that's what I like, pink and clean, he said as he turned the boy over and pried his butt-cheeks apart.
• – Very nice 3; now 3; cross your fingers and 3; skin status.
• – I think he's pretty good 3; let me check though 3; nothing on his face 3; neck is clean 3; shoulders 3; are sparkling 3; oh, a few pimples below his right underarm 3; clean chest 3; a small beauty mark near his belly button 3; no rash around the genitals, nothing under the bag 3; a few zits to the side of his left thigh 3; clean ass, oh just one zit at the bottom, nearly invisible 3; clean legs and 3; very clean feet, nearly spotless 3;
• – I need an accurate and unbiased check James, I know you need money but don't lie to me 3;
• – Come and see for yourself man 3; he's sparkling 3;
• – He's a class A then 3; let me see, I said as I wanted to check for myself, losing credibility in such a business meant losing your customers indefinitely. However, James was right and the boy did meet the highest standards. That's very good 3; definitely class A.
• – Great 3; initial price?
• – Hang on a sec 3; 350 for each pound that's 3; 23800$ plus 700$ for the age, comes to a total of 24,500$ initial price.
• – Great 3; finally some good news.
• – Yep 3; tape the paper.
• – What's that paper, master? asked Tommy, intrigued and wanting to learn.
• – It has all the boy's specifications so that we can tell the customers what they're bidding on.
• – What's bidding?
• – You'll see later on 3; come, take a look at the paper

Tommy took the paper and scanned through the details.

• – What's the cherry, master? inquired Tommy, still reading through the page.
• – Means the asshole, where you put your dick.
• – Ohhh ok 3; and virgin?
• – Means that no one has put his dick inside yet, which is a good thing because people will pay more for virgin boys 3; Now, if you're done, we still have a lot to go through.
• – Yes okay 3; sorry, master.
• – No problem 3; I'll teach you all of this later on and in details, now get me another boy please

For the next hour and a half, we managed to categorize seven of the nine boys resulting in a fair turnout with two class D, three class C, one class B and one class A. however, before we had the chance to finish the other two, the door rang and we went upstairs, concealed the door and received the geeky-guest.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 8.05 PM | The Geek Says 3;

Okay, I'm not much of a stereotyping guy but I swear that the moment I saw this man, I was nearly gonna throw him out. Not only did he fit the popular geek-image, he was a lousy looking one as well. The mid-twenties-year-old or something man had a serious skin condition, a long and rowdy black hair, a pair of gigantic glasses, ok I'm exaggerating but they were thick! And would definitely use a visit to the dentist 3; Not only that, apparently he was doing his best to compliment his image by a pair of worn-out black converse shoes, a ragged jeans and a black t-shit dotted with some green numbers, apparently a binary code of some sort..

No wonder he turns to boys for relief 3; a fucking hooker wouldn't go with that guy, I kept saying to myself as me and James led the man to the living room to talk business. Moment later and unaware of the man's presence since he was in the bathroom, Tommy walked in carelessly, his beautiful bare chest shaded by the room's ambient light, said hello and sat on a couch to watch TV.

• – Now here's a free looky, he said while eyeing Tommy.
• – If you so much as raise your hand or keep your eyes on the boy for another two seconds, you'd better have a good health insurance, I threatened as I stood up ready to take a swing, I was really irritated by his behavior and, quite honestly by his looks 3;
• – Sorry 3; I didn't mean to be rude 3; Brian Stalker, Mr. Thomas.
• – Relax Thomas 3; he's a good kid, said James, referring to his geeky-friend.
• – Very well Brian 3; just to make things clear and straight to the point, I know nothing about the internet except for 'click here to continue' so you're doing business with James, if things turn out to my liking, we might discuss a deal 3; other than that, I'm just a silent listener..
• – Actually you can bypass the click here messag 3;
• – Hey 3; Brian, how are ya buddy, interrupted James, knowing that if Fonzy finished his sentence, he would've definitely went home with a swollen eye.
• – Oh 3; ok, I'm fine, he said as he glanced at me 3;
• – Good 3; so, you got the hints I gave you on the phone right?
• – You guys 3; my IQ is li 3;
• – That's great 3; I'm glad for you, James interrupted again. However Thomas and I, are both illiterate on the net 3; so 3;
• – Yea that's ok 3; I can do it all by myself, you know set an untraceable server, bypass links and encryption mech 3;
• – Listen kid 3; I don't care about the technicalities, just give me the details in plain English, I said impatiently.
• – Ok 3; in simple words?
• – Please, I added.
• – Give me 10,000$ and I can give you a website that cannot be tracked, well designed, very secure, easily editable and with an easy navigation 3; in short, looks as good as any professional website.
• – 10,000$? Hehehe 3; go home kid, I said mockingly 3; we were doing this to earn, not to pay money.
• – Fine 3; have it your way then.
• – Wait wait wait 3; Thomas! Would you let me handle this please? James interrupted Brian as he was about to stand up and looked at me annoyingly.
• – I don't have to go through this 3; Brian added.
• – I know 3; sorry about Thomas, he's been under a lot of stress, he said as he looked at me directly, winking for me to apologize.
• – Sorry 3; I stuttered.
• – That's more like it, now 3; Brian 3; 10,000$? Seriously man that's a lot of money 3;
• – Listen Mr. James, you'll get a receipt for every single dime I spend, the money is not my cut, it's simply an estimate of how much the parts are gonna cost to build this thing from the ground up.
• – Really? So 3; what's your cut then? Another 10,000$?
• – Nope 3;
• – What then 3; James added.
• – I get to star in your movies and I get a weekly access to one of your boys 3; the rest is all free of charge.
• – I'm afraid that's a bit too much Brian, James replied in a non-convinced tone.
• – Well that's up to you 3; I mean, for someone to build a baby like the one I'm offering, he'd probably charge three times a heck lot more 3; I'm not charging a single cent!
• – Okay let me tell you what I can offer 3;
• – Okay, I'm not a tough crowd to please.
• – Great 3; how about, you get to star in SOME of the movies and 75% discount on any boy you want to rent for a night?
• – Sounds nice, but 3; no thanks.
• – It's a good offer Brian, James added but still without any sign of defeat in his voice.
• – I know 3; but 3; okay can I speak or will Mr. Thomas eat my head off? he said as he looked at me.
• – Speak about what kid? It's either a deal or no deal 3; I added unyieldingly.
• – Oh 3; well 3; since you guys seem to know what you're doing there's definitely no need to hear from a guy who's been browsing boy-porn for like YEARS NOW 3;
• – Ok 3; you have three minutes, I'll pretend to want to hear what you have to say 3; 2 minutes and 45 seconds left.
• – Shit 3; Spencer told me you're a tough cookie but not that grumpy 3; he added with a 'I-know-everything-about-you' look.
• – How the fuck you know Spencer, I blurted out.
• – How do you think I 'imposed' myself on James? I know about both of you for like two years now 3; and I always wondered what it would be like to be part of it, he added with a grin.
• – From the internet? I enquired, intrigued to know how he had any knowledge of Spencer who was one of the TOP customers who always attended my auctions and never even once, left without buying a boy.
• – Now 3; are you going to hear me out then? he said with a triumphant grin without answering my question.
• – Go ahead 3; James cut in.
• – Ok here's the thing 3; I have like two-thousand contacts in my database, among them, I can assure you that there are hundreds if not more, who will be willing to pay for professional movies 3;
• – Okay, but that's not a key issue, we have contacts as well 3; James added.
• – I'm sure you do 3; but 3; from what I know, and what I've heard and discussed is that 3; these guys WILL pay HUGE amounts if they can be supplied with 'custom-movies' 3; you know?
• – No I don't 3; what's that?
• – Okay 3; let me explain in-detail what my vision is for the website, then you'll understand about it all 3; could you hear me out?
• – God 3; Go ahead, I added.
• – Ok 3; I KNOW for a fact 3; that not only do you 'sell' boys every now and then 3; I KNOW that you have auctions held somewhere every three months 3;
• – Ok, let's say it's true 3; what difference does it make?
• – Well 3; here's the thing. The website will have a photo-gallery of each boy on sale, with close ups of his entire body to how good he is. This way, the persons you have already invited can check what's on sale before they make the trip here. Next, there's another section for sample-movies, they will have like 30 seconds 'Best-of' the movie they promote 3; you know, like a cum shot or stuff. Furthermore, there will be a secure chat-room where you can talk with potential customers, and not only that 3; there will be a special forum for people who would ask for those 'custom-movies'.
• – So far 3; it seems like a good idea, but it's risky to expose ourselves to people we know nothing about and I still don't understand the concept behind 'custom-movies' Brian 3; James added, definitely intrigued by the idea but as oblivious as I was about the whole e-shit.
• – Ok 3; can I ask a question and expect an honest answer?
• – Go ahead 3;
• – Do you have 3; available boys? I mean, boys who are not sold and stay with you?
• – Let's say that I do, I replied with a maybe-yes-maybe-no tone.
• – That's it then 3; A very vital part of the website will have a profile of each of your boys with a couple of pornographic pictures and stuff for promotion, and will have a button or an option to 'order a movie'. Which means, if someone is interested enough in one of the boys, he will click on the 'order' button, then, he will fill-in a prepared form of what he wants, like 3; if he's looking for a forced penetration or, bondage, S&M, orgies 3; the list goes on with endless scenarios. When he fills the form and presses the send button, we will receive the encrypted order by e-mail. If you think you can provide what he's asking for, he will be contacted and given details to send the money to my own address via DHL or something, and after he deposits the money, he will receive his movie.
• – Your house? Our money to your house? What 3; do you think we're a couple of dumbass old farts? I added, even though I was beginning to get convinced, I was still suspicious of the whole charade.
• – Okay 3; your house then, and if by any chance he was an undercover policeman, you'll find a nice squad of gentlemen having coffee in your living room.
• – And if it's your house?
• – I'm clean 3; I have nothing there! No boys, no images no nothing 3; all they'll find is a house filled with life-size action figures, a ton of comic books and stuff 3;it'll be a simple misunderstanding because the moment they let me go for the lack of evidence, I will send the 'mole' another address telling him it was a mistake then we'll cut contacts with him 3;
• – Hmm 3;
• – You guys are definitely veterans when it comes to stuff with boys 3; and I can't compete with that, but when it comes to the internet, it's my domain, my house, my game 3; you know, I guarantee that I can pull this shit up without a single mistake.
• – But 3;
• – There are no buts Mr. Thomas 3; that's all I can offer and my original price still stands 3;
• – Okay 3; 'however' it's not a 'but' so hear me out, if Thomas is ok with it, your cut will be to star in 'SOME' of the movies and will have access to a boy we choose every week 3; how about that?
• – As long as I can have unrestricted use of the boy for a whole night and here, not in my house 3; I'm fine with it.
• – Very good 3; Let me think about it then 3; we'll discuss this then get back to you.
• – Fair enough, bye!

Brian waved as he stood up and left, leaving me and James to take a very tough decision. The kid did have something, and Tommy's hint that 'legal' websites are so many that it is obvious they make good money otherwise they would go broke was also a revelation. However, I wasn't fully convinced 3;

Not only were we risking 10,000$ on an already tight budget and a dire situation, it was mainly because the whole things goes against everything I ever did to remain in the shadow, I hand-picked my customers (except for Cornelli) and never even once, did I have any kind of 'security risks' when dealing with these people. So, to change all of that and go 'almost public' is a huge and risky step.

On the other hand, James was excited about the whole thing; he even reminded me of Jeffrey, a small-time movie director who bought a couple of boys and who can supply us with all the equipment if we gave him a cut of the action. He also reminded me of the third room on the lower level of the basement, pointing out that we could install the whole technical stuff down there and even shoot the movies there if we get props and stuff to create decent looking backgrounds.

For an hour or so, the discussion continued while Tommy sat there pretending to watch TV while his ears were focused on our conversation. Before we could even reach a deal and as I was heading for the kitchen to get a drink, James's cell phone rang.

• – One week Cabron 3; you jaf one week. If no money, you die Hijo de perra.
• – Hey 3; wait 3;
• – Hahaha 'La Eme' no wait 3;
• – I'll give you the money, but give me two weeks, I swear the money will be ready by then, otherwise, I'll come to you and you can kill me 3; two weeks, you won't get your money if you kill me in one week 3;
• – Ey Pendejo 3; you betta not run.
• – I'm not a fucking chicken 3; I won't go anywhere, give me two weeks.
• – Okay 3; two weeks, then you die!
• – I won't die 3; you'll have your fucking money.
• – Ok pinga 3; hasta la vista!

As he put away his phone, James looked at me with a worried look which I've never seen on his face before 3; he knew that if he couldn't pay up, his death would be slow and painful 3; 'La Eme' were notoriously known for their cruelty and their 'trademark' execution methods.

• – Call him 3; I said to James, knowing that the Geek was our only chance.
• – Are you sure?
• – I told you I'd risk my ass for you 3; call him, agree to his terms and give him the money 3; call Jeffrey, see what comes out of it 3; let's get this show on the road.
• – I'll ask you again 3; are you sure?
• – Honestly? No 3; but there's no other way out and heck 3; if it turns out to be a good business, I'll even 'retire' from all the hard shit and stick to auctions and this movie thing 3;
• – I have a good feeling about this man 3;
• – Go with it then 3; I'll be in the training room 3; Tommy's gotta learn and Bandit is still a miserable sex-toy 3;
• – Okay 3; mind if I check it out?
• – Mind? I want you to see Tommy in action 3; finish off and come down

With that, I Tommy and I went down to give Bandit, a lesson he should 'swallow'.

Friday, October 31st, 2005 – 9.20 PM | A Wheel Goes Round and Round!

As we reached for the stable, I found that Bandit as well as most of the other pets were asleep, probably bored or whatever 3; therefore, I asked Tommy to 'wake him up properly' and usher him to the training room. I gave him the key and went inside to check 'The Wheel'.

Content that 'The Wheel' was still working even though it has been silent for a year or so, I reached for one of the 'spectacle belts' a soft and noisy belt which would give a very good show yet causes little pain. As soon as I had it ready, Tommy came in holding the crawling boy-pet's leash.

When Tommy reached and handed me the leash, I ordered the pet-boy on his knees. I knew he couldn't deep-throat on his own, but I wouldn't punish him without giving him a chance to prove himself. Therefore, I ordered him to start sucking and as soon as he slid my cock inside, I gave him another order to 'swallow' my entire shaft.

Terrified, Bandit knew that if he couldn't pull it off, he would definitely have a hard night's sleep. Accordingly, he took a deep breath, opened his mouth as much as he could and forced himself on my shaft until the tip of my dick poked his untrained vulva, causing him to gag. Again, he did his best as he tried several times to bypass the gagging barrier, unluckily for him to no avail 3; he simply couldn't do it on his own. As I had expected the turnout to be, I ordered the boy to go on all fours as I sat on his back to talk with Tommy.

I explained to my trainee about the wheel, how is it played and a few general guides to avoid hitting the boy's face even if he's blindfolded. When I was sure that he understood the game perfectly, I asked him to help me prepare the 'spectators corner'. By the time we had both leather sofas ready, a coffee table in between with a couple of cold beers and a bag of crackers, James came in with a smile on his face.

• – How did it go? I asked impatiently.
• – Good 3; can I have some fun as we speak? My dick's aching 3;
• – Sure 3; pick any except the boys in 9 & 10.
• – Why? 10 is a pet I'm training and 9 is a boy-god which will only be used by me 3; Hehe.
• – Greedy bitch 3; I just need a good fuck.
• – Go for Lucky then 3; he's a fucking cowboy, he'll do the work as we speak 3;
• – Okay 3; and you?
• – Shadow's my favorite when it comes to a good blowjob 3;

We went to fetch our desired toys and went back to find Tommy dragging Bandit towards the machine, was probably aching to start the game. With a smile, both James and I ushered our leashed boys onto position as we went to secure Bandit to the machine.

• – Watch and learn Tommy, James muttered as he climbed onto the wheel, while I picked the trembling boy by his hip and raised him to James, legs first.
• – You see Tommy 3; the bad thing about this machine is that it needs two men to secure the boy in place 3; but the good thing is, that these ankle straps are designed to snap easily when a boy's foot is slid inside., he said as he grabbed Bandit's left ankle and yanked the boy upwards with ease.
• – I see 3; exclaimed Tommy. By then, Bandit's left ankle had already been secured and James was manipulating the boy's other leg into position and a second later, the boy's right foot was shoved inside the strap and secured tightly.
• – My work is done, I said as James moved on to secure the boy's arms, stretching them beautifully and adjusting the chained straps so that they held the boy's arms stretched to the max and tightly restrained.

Seconds later, the naked and delicious boy was beautifully suspending upside down, his limbs properly stretched and forming an almost perfect X shape. When his job was done, James asked me if I had any 'Stones' left which prompted me to give Tommy directions to bring one.

When Tommy was back with the stone, I asked him to turn on the machine as James rubbed the stone once on the base of his shaft and ordered Lucky to straddle his lap. On my side, I ordered Shadow to start licking my balls as I opened a beer and reclined to watch the show which was about to start.

Since the wheel hadn't been used for a while, the rusty metal rotator began to screech in an extremely annoying, nerve breaking sound the moment it was turned on. A minute or so later, the ear-piercing sound finally subsided to an ordinary, barely audible level which was soon capped completely by the soothing sound of water sprayers as they finally burst hundreds of thin streams of cold water down, gradually wetting the boy's body.

• – That's the good stuff 3; said James.
• – Yep 3; I agreed as I instructed Tommy to stand in the whipping spot and place a blindfold on his eyes. No peeking 3; I added cheerfully.
• – Okay master 3; can't see a thing now.
• – Good 3; remember what I told you, aim a little bit higher to avoid the boy's face.
• – Okay master 3;
• – You can start whenever you want, I said to him then returned to James, Watch 3; you won't believe your eyes, I whispered as I pointed to Tommy who took a couple of aimless swings before starting.
• – He's copying you, James said, knowing that I always take practice swings before I start.
• – He's a good learner 3; before I could finish my sentence, the belt had already gone airborne, hissing loudly as it cut through the air and finally found its landing zone over the right side of Bandit's torso.
• – Fuck this was a good one 3; James exclaimed then instructed Lucky to slide on his cock.
• – Yep 3;with that, I grabbed Shadows hair and ordered the boy to start sucking me slowly, deep throating every four slides.
• – Shit this boy's taken all my cock inside! James delightfully concluded.
• – Yep 3; he's a cowboy for sure, just sit back and relax, have a beer and let him fuck his own ass on your dick 3; doesn't get any better than this. Hehehe.
• – Cheers! he exclaimed as he gulped his first sip.
• – So 3; what happened? I asked, impatiently.
• – Well 3; the Geek will be here tomorrow to get the money and starting building this shit up.
• – Okay 3; that's good, did he tell you how long would it take?
• – Nope, but he said it'll be up and running in no time.
• – Deep-throat you fucking cunt, I ordered Shadow with a slap to his face while James reclined a little bit backwards, held Lucky's ass-cheeks and began slapping them both cheerfully.
• – Oh and I also called Jeffrey, James added with a nasty smile on his face.
• – I take it as a yes then?
• – Not only yes 3; he's willing to provide all the equipment and whichever kind of props we might need for free 3; as long as he gets a part in the show., he added as he landed another spank over the boy's ass.
• – Oh shit 3; what the hell! I exclaimed as I heard a violent strike landing over Bandit's torso, causing the child to scream his lungs out as his legs began shuddering. Take it easy Tommy 3; we don't want to spoil the boy's body 3; I said to Tommy and pointed at the nasty looking whip-mark which was quick to show on the boy's body.
• – Oh 3; sorry master, but it's just I can't see 3;
• – That's the whole point 3; whip him as much as you want but not that hard 3; I added.
• – Okay master 3;
• – I don't know about that James 3; too many cooks would spoil the broth, man.
• – We need him 3; we need his stuff and experience if we're doing professional movies 3; he added as-a-matter-of-factly.
• – I know 3; what did you promise him?
• – He could star in SOME of the movies and will start getting a cut from the profit as soon as you and I are 'out of the rot' 3; but I didn't tell him what the actual thing is.
• – And he agreed? Such a good-hearted man, hehe.
• – Oh fuck 3; yea he did 3; he'll be here on Tuesday 3; hang on, he added as he pinned the boy by his hip and began thrusting himself in and out of the child's puckered hole. How the hell is he so fucking tight even though he's had a million dicks in that shit-hole.
• – Pits me 3; but next to Samson, he's the best toy for a good fuck 3; on the other hand, this lil bitch here can deep-throat a fucking sewer pipe 3; just watch, I instructed as I grabbed Shadow's head and forced it down all the way until the boy's nose bumped violently then recoiled a bit against my groin; furthermore, to show James the boy's capabilities, I kept my cock-sucking-pleasure-boy pinned down deeply for at least another twenty seconds.
• – Fuck 3; he's got the lungs of an Olympic swimmer, hehe.
• – Too many dicks inside his mouth taught him everything he needs to know, I added as I let go of the boy's head, allowing him to take a breath before he plunged down to tongue my ball-sac.
• – Shit this is good stuff 3;
• – Unlike the boys you 'steal' 3; I actually hand-pick my toys, hehe.
• – You're not gonna let it die now will ya 3; he said as we both reclined at the same time, each being serviced appropriately and focused our attention on the show ahead.

By that time, Bandit's body had already received around six lashes, dodging a few due to the rotational movement and Tommy's inability to see, which proved a bit difficult for the training boy to whip his toy properly. Even more, apart from the violent lash which caused me to warn Tommy from using excessive force, the boy's beautifully displayed body showed no other signs of belt strikes and was glittering magnificently as the water spray had completely soaked his entire body.

However, James and I knew that this was a hard game to play and that even experts like us usually have a hard time to aim properly against a rotating body. For that reason, I was happy to hear James finally whispering that he wouldn't judge Tommy' performance based on that and was fairly convinced that the boy did have 'potential'.

Surprisingly enough, and as if fate was insisting to show us just how good Tommy really is, the young apprentice picked up his pace, improved his arm swings and in no time, he began a successful round of seven or eight strikes all finding their way impeccably on the boy's body. Therefore, Bandit's 'poorly-abused' body began gradually to take a more suitable state befitting a boy-toy; as a whip-mark after another began to show, adorning the creamy-white flesh with neatly crossing paths scattered properly across the boy's lower back, thighs, abdomen and the nasty one on his chest.

However, the aim of this game is to actually hit the 'jackpot' which meant that to 'win' a player must hit a boy's genitals with the tip of the belt; a very difficult maneuver and a rare thing to happen. By the time Tommy was finally finding his 'zone', I had adjusted my seat as I opened my legs wide and forced the boy to tend to my perineum, instructed him to lick the entire length and switch between that and licking and biting on my balls.

On the other seat, James was having a hard time keeping up with upward thrusts because of the uncomfortable strain it places on his hip; therefore, he too adjusted his seat by moving his hip forward towards the sofa's edge, reclined his back a little bit backwards and instructed the boy to ride on his own. Intermittently, he would glance at the show, gulp down some beer then force a kiss on his boy's lips, a lick on the tender neck or a bite on the boy's earlobes.

Meanwhile, the slight tension in my balls had subsided due to the soothing tongue-massage I was having on my perineum and knowing that I could last as long, or even top the time needed for James' eruption. Therefore, I opted to spice things up a bit more with an instruction to Tommy, the boy whipper!

• – Tommy.
• – Yes master?
• – Let's play a game 3; by that, James turned towards me thinking that I might screw the boy.
• – What's that, master? Tommy answered inquiringly.
• – Are you having fun so far? I asked before giving him a perk.
• – Uhm 3; it was hard at first but yea 3; I can hit his body almost every time now.
• – Great 3; so you find your zone then 3; okay 3; want some more action?
• – Uhm 3; okay 3; but 3; like what? he asked while he swung his arm and dealt a whip across Bandit's chest and even a bit over the neck.
• – Okay 3; when I say go, you will have five tries to hit Bandit's cock with the belt 3; if you manage to do that, you'll get today's reward, I said with an excited tone since he was blindfolded and couldn't see my facial expression.
• – Reward? he asked as he dealt a rather lousy whip over the boy's right arm.
• – Yep 3;
• – Alright 3; yea! he chimed.
• – Okay 3; are you ready? I asked him as I looked at James with the 'see? Told you he's good 'look'.
• – Yes master 3; on your command.
• – That's my boy 3; okay 3; get ready 3; GO!

James and I were both excited to see if Tommy could succeed and with the intention to give the boy a fair judgment, I forced my dick inside Shadow's mouth and ordered the boy to resume his deep-throats while James readjusted his seat for a better look while still ordering the boy to fuck himself as both of us stared sharply to see the ending result.

• – Master 3; said Tommy before even sending the first belt.
• – Yes Tommy 3; something wrong?
• – No 3; but 3; since I can't see 3; can I put my hand on the rail just once?
• – Why's that?
• – Well 3; when my hand touches any of the chains, I'll know that the boy is facing me and I'll have a better chance to win, he said wittingly.
• – Uhm 3; I looked at James for consent and as he nodded, I allowed for that exception.

Clumsily, Tommy reached his hand until he finally touched the rotating ring which held the chains and as soon as one of the chains bumped against his hand, he started mumbling something to himself and only removed his hand when he bumped into 'a' chain for the third time.

Without any hesitation, he readjusted himself and to both James' and my amazement, he had already figured out that by estimating the time needed for a complete rotation of the wheel, he could have a much better chance by landing the strike as soon as half the time had passed.

Brilliantly, Tommy started counting out loud and without any hesitation, as he reached the number 7, he raised his hand and landed a blind whip crackling through the air viciously, to his luck he was correct by assuming the boy's chest was facing him and not his back. However, the first belt missed the target completely and landed on the boy's thigh, causing an impending yelp.

Again, and without waiting for our judgment, he resumed his weird way of estimating the raised his hand for another strike, this time, the cruel belt went off target and sank on the boy's knee, swiveling the remaining length around it before being retracted.

The third hit went also far from the target and went down on the screaming boy's chest, side and underarm; however it was strong enough to cause the first cut to appear on the boy's side with a small trail of blood starting to ooze. Again, I told Tommy that he was going to hard and 'ordered' him this time, to adjust the strength of his blows.

While still counting and nodding 'ok' to my order, the fourth blow to the boy's body was the one when everything 'ticked'. To James and my utter amazement, we could almost see it in slow-motion as Tommy raised his hand high above his head and sent the belt swinging graciously through the air, squirming, hissing and going towards its target. The horrible, animalistic, ear-piercing hoarse that filled the room the second the belt made contact, informed us beyond any reasonable doubt that 'the eagle had landed'. Not a second too late, the boy's ball-bag turned screaming-red, signifying Tommy's triumph, against all the odds.

• – I did it!! I did it!! Tommy began screaming and jumping even though he didn't see a thing and even before me or James said a single word 3;
• – How the fuck 3; How did you know? asked James, his eyes wide, mouth open and barely able to say another word 3;
• – From the boy's scream 3; he was crying like usual when I was whipping him but when I hit the spot he screamed in a very strange and very loud voice, Tommy explained, still blindfolded.
• – That's my fucking boy 3; I said proudly 3; I couldn't help but to burst into pride as Tommy's wit and agility were beautifully demonstrated 3; what did I tell you? I addressed James with a very proud tone.
• – Tommy 3; if I didn't have my dick buried inside this pet's ass 3; I would've stood up and shook your hand 3; come over here you lil fucker, James said encouragingly as Tommy removed his blindfold and went to shake James's hand.
• – This was unbelievable Tommy 3; I don't know what to say, I said to him as I reached for his hand as well, shook it in a 'manly' fashion to show him just how high I think of him and patted on his bareback.
• – So 3; what did I win, master? he asked innocently yet very excitedly.
• – Hmm 3; how about a soda? I said in a very regular tone as if it was the real reward.
• – Okay master 3; thank you, master, he said, disappointed but still grateful for something which he could have whenever he want without asking me 3;
• – Thank me? For what 3; oh c'mon I thought you're smarter than this, I said as I winked at him.
• – I know I can get one from the fridge whenever I want 3; but it was fun to win, he said nonchalantly.
• – Okay then 3; well 3; take your clothes off, I said to his inquiring eyes.
• – For what? James added, he was becoming more protective than I was at that moment 3;
• – Tommy 3; do you trust me or not? I said assertively.
• – I trust you, master 3;
• – Then 3; if you're not shy around James, take your clothes off 3; All of them!
• – Okay 3; he said as he took his shoes off, slid his pants down, socks went flying and finally his boxers.
• – Now 3; you see Bandit's open mouth? I asked as I pointed to the boy's jaw which was partly opened due to his upside down position.
• – Yes 3; he said, waiting to hear more 3;
• – Well then 3; we can't have it empty like that now do we? I teased as I winked again.
• – Oh 3; haha, thank you, master, he actually laughed, he didn't smile 3; he laughed, to my utter content.

With Shadow's mouth doing wonders on my shaft, balls and sac; and with Lucky busily fucking himself on James' dick, the gracious and naked frame of twelve-year-old Tommy skipped through the room, climbed over the rotating wheel and without a second of delay, he spread his legs for a better access and shoved all of his dicklet inside the hanging boy's mouth.

Don't expect him to suck you Tommy 3; you're gonna have to do what it takes, I said as I watched the boy's body, gradually soaking wet as he grabbed Bandit's head by both of his hands and started fucking the boy's mouth in frenzy, in a speed that has became a Tommy trademark!

• – Fuck 3; he's like a fucking rabbit, hahaha, James said excitedly.
• – Tommy trademark 3; that's what I call it, haha.

The sight of a boy's body hanging upside down, his limbs beautifully spread and his face being fucked mercilessly by a twelve-year-old, both soaking with small streams of water sliding graciously against their skin, and both displayed beautifully as their bodies rotated with the wheel, had a major impact on both of James and me.

Mind blown by the scene, my animal instinct quickly reigned as I imitated Tommy by standing up and forcing Shadow to kneel as I began face fucking my service boy with vigor. Not a moment too late, James also reacted; he plugged the boy out of his dick, stood up and threw the boy on the sofa. Then, he rotated the whole thing so that the back of the sofa was now facing the show. Next, he manhandled Lucky violently, forcing the boy on his knees on the sofa's bench, his head pinned against the top of the sofa's back and his legs spread apart. Next, James positioned himself behind the boy and without a second of delay or even any 'guidance shoves', he sent his dick deep inside the young boy's ass and bumped into him with vigor, causing Lucky's slender body to jolt forward and bump his ribbed chest against the sofa's back.

Easy now 3; don't break my toys, I said to James who was caught in his own trance as he repeatedly humped the child's little ass, only stopping when Lucky's chest bumps into the sofa. However, he did soften his shoves as per my request and compensated by holding Lucky's head down forcefully as he kept ramming the boy's inside and with his free hand, went full force on the boy's right butt-cheek, landing powerful spanks which sent the boy's voice echoing through the room.

Rendered helpless by Tommy's sight vigorously pounding the abused boy's mouth, the sound of anal intercourse and flying slaps next to me, I too picked up my pace as I held Shadow's head firmly and sent my dick, ball-deep into the boy's gagging mouth. With every few cocks, I'd slide all the way out and force the boy's face onto my jewel-sack and yelled repeatedly at him to suck hard on my balls.

With a bit of this, a bit of that, a slap on Lucky's ass, the heavy and pulping sound of groin-bump-into-ass-cheeks, a scream of delight from Tommy, a grunt from James' and a slurping sound from underneath my cock, my tension rose quickly as I took my manhood out of the boy's mouth and began slapping it against his helpless face. With a couple of mild dick-slaps at first, I went for more power and dynamism and began slapping the boy's face with my thick rod full force, on the cheeks, over his nose, a couple on his parted lips and even a badly aimed one on his eye.

Too afraid to scream, back up or even hum in pain, the boy kept his kneeling position, waiting obediently as his face was being whipped and abused by an eight-inch [20 cm] fuck-rod. As my craze reached an even higher level, I forced the boy's mouth open and started pounding my dick on his frontal teeth, jamming my cock diagonally to cause a bulge on the boy's cheek and retracted with a 'pop' sound from the side of the boy's abused orifice.

Meanwhile, Tommy's young and horny body had taken its toll and as he let out a high-pitched scream of ecstasy, he slid his cocklet out of the beaten boy's mouth and 'came' although I couldn't see it, over the boy's neck and the lower part of his jaw.

Following Tommy's lead and almost simultaneously James let out a mighty grunt as he forced his entire weight on the fragile body, bumping in such a vigor that Lucky's arms couldn't support the weight and sent his entire torso bumping into the sofa's back. As a result, the boy's body was further squeezed painfully, jammed between the leather back of the sofa and underneath James's huge and muscular body while his head was still being pinned by the man's hand.

Seconds later, another grumbled voice filled the room as James took a last bump into the boy's ass, retracted himself in a flash and maneuvered the boy to sit on the couch. Finally, James knelt astride the boy's lap, forced his dick inside the child's crying and screaming mouth and sent a few strong yet short and fast thrusts ravaging the child's oral cave. Finally, THE most animalistic sound echoed and capped everything else as James took his device-of-pain out of the boy's mouth and sent a HUGE amount of cum over the entirety of the angelic and teary face. 'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK' James roared again and again as he squeezed the last drop from his dick and onto the boy's lower lip.

Finally, by the time James had rotated the couch back and sat down resting his feet on Lucky's floored body, I went for a final series of ball-deep thrusts into Shadow's mouth, pulling on the boy's hair to a tear-off level as I kept my cock rimming the moist and tender mouth until it was my time to say 'Ah'.

For that, I slid myself out of the boy's mouth, forced his lips apart with my thumb and ordered him to keep it open. With a few desperate for relief jacks, I opted to cum inside the boy's throat and by the time I felt my erupting liquid reaching the tip of my cock, I sent my tool deep inside the boy's mouth, bumping my groin into his face and with another animalistic groan, came deep inside the boy's throat, causing him to struggle unwillingly against my grip as he felt his stomach's chute being drowned with a hot, gooey and had to swallow man-treat.

Finally and after I kept the boy's face impaled on my dick for more than enough time, I let go of the distressed child's head as he violently shuddered and gagged, trying to swallow whatever was left and grasp for air.

• – Shit 3; that bitch is tight, James said pointing at the boy teary face beneath his feet.
• – Fuck 3; I'm suddenly starving, I added, my mind still buzzing from the gratifying service.
• – What about that one? he pointed at Bandit, still rotating with the machine.
• – Keep him 3; it'll do him good and teach him how to swallow a cock, I said nonchalantly, uncaring for the child's ordeal or the health-risk his upside-down condition might impose.
• – Tommy 3; could you get us something to eat? James asked.
• – Sure 3; Master can I have something too? he asked me.
• – No need to ask buddy 3; just get us a couple of PB&J sandwiches and get whatever you want.
• – Okay, he chimed as he turned over and ran towards the kitchen.
• – So 3; when exactly is Jeffrey coming over? I asked while I ordered Shadow to kneel back in front of me as I guided my foot and shoved my big toe inside his mouth, his 'sucking' job wasn't finished yet 3;
• – He didn't say but, we need to have the server up and running before we even invite him over 3;
• – Ah 3; This is fucking relaxing, I said softly as I felt the boy's warm mouth encompassing my toes.
• – What?
• – Ever had your toes sucked?
• – Nah 3; I'm not a soft bitch like you 3;
• – Try it 3;
• – Wha?
• – Try it 3; you already have a boy foot-rest, keep him down but stick your toes inside his mouth and order him to suck Hehehe 3;
• – Shit 3; okay, he slid his left foot which was resting on the boy's tiny chest all the way to his mouth, forced it open with his toes and ordered the boy to suck.
• – So?
• – Ohhhhh fuck 3; what the hell is this?
• – See 3; told you boys aren't just a tight ass to fuck hehe.
• – This is 3; oh shit it's like I can feel my entire body twitching 3;
• – Yep 3; when he's done doing this one, keep him busy with the other 3; he'll keep on sucking till morning if you want to, haha 3; my pets, my training! I said with pride in my voice, I knew that neither of the boys would even dare to stop unless he was told to, even if it meant breaking their jaws while they serviced their master(s).

By then, Tommy had returned with the sandwiches, put his clothes back on and turned off the machine. A while later, a 'good' while later, we finished our sandwiches, enjoyed some more 'relaxation' and took Bandit's body down. Finally, I instructed Tommy to clean everything up, lock the boys in their cubicles and do whatever he wanted while me and James opted to categorize the two remaining 'stolen-boys' put some food in their new cells and have a good night's sleep.

Saturday, November 1st, 2005 – 4.45 PM | Of Sons & High Tech Toys!

True to his word, Brian showed up first thing in the morning 3; So early that I was still in bed and had Samson's face buried between my balls 3; After seventy-eight irritating doorbell rings, I had to force myself out of bed before I could even have my morning cum which made me the grumpiest, nastiest and edgiest man throughout the entire day.

As I reached for the stairs, I bumped into James who was still half asleep as well 3; luckily for him, he didn't have 'company' and didn't have to break at the middle of the game. Anyways, after a few give and takes and some 'not-so-nice-words' from me, we finally gave the man the 10,000$ and were promised that he'll be back before we could say Saskatchewan. With a promisingly long day ahead among which was Milo's training, auction preparations and handling 'The Geek', I went against my sacred tradition of a morning-cum and sent Samson down to his stable.

However, I did have my blessed black beverage as I practiced a brainstorming session to determine priorities. For starters, I decided that Milo's training should be the least on my 'today's to-do list' and would only tend to it if I had the chance, therefore I decided to go for the auction preparations as a top priority, handle the geek when he's back and then see to Milo's training.

As soon as I had finished my coffee, I quickly went for my laptop and began a several-hours-long and arduous process of re-establishing lost contacts. Back when business was booming, I usually had my guests informed about the auction date at least a month beforehand. However, with the 'La Eme' on our tail and with the need for cash, I scheduled the auction for Thursday November 6th, hardly five-days ahead. As a result of the short notice, many of my usual and VIP guests either refused to attend or had to apologize due to prior meetings or work obligations 3;

Accordingly, I only managed to recruit four of the original 25 on my top customers list and had to resort to an unsecure list with hundreds of names to fill the seats. Even though these names were trustworthy and I had done business with in the past, they were never invited to my house and had no idea about the auction. Conversely, desperate times call for desperate measures and I quickly found myself chatting with a few on various messenger programs, sending them e-mails with descriptions of the auction, base-price determination procedures, shipment details if there is a purchase and so forth. Thanks to my social skills and my convincing capabilities, I was rather delighted that by the end of it, I managed to confirm another 17 reservations and up the total to 21 potential guests-cum-buyers.

During the time I was on the net, James tended for the jailed boys, administrating obligatory baths, toilet-runs, food and water. Furthermore, he went out to buy a couple of very essential items which were needed, a replacement for the old microphone, hanging price-tag cards, a former suit for him and a dozen of large dog cages which were a complimentary gift with every boy purchase.

Simultaneously, Tommy proved to be of a great assistance as he took it upon himself to care for my pets by preparing breakfast, then lunch, filling the dog dishes, tending for their baths and bodily needs, as well as giving Milo the final dose of medications which I had provided earlier. Not only that, he finished his job and went down to help James as well and still had a tremendous amount of energy and vitality, which he finally drained by taking a dive in the pool when he had done his chores.

Later that afternoon when James and I had already finished our tasks, had lunch and were sitting in front of the TV while waiting for Brian, Tommy burst into the living room, dripping wet and with a short and fast breath, told us there were men in uniforms standing in my driveway. After James and I went through a near heart-attack phase, we looked at each other in a 'I'm-not-going-alive' look as I sent Tommy to his room and 'ordered' him to get dressed and not to go out for any reason. Rushing like a maniac, I dashed to a small nook which I had turned into a study and from a locked drawer, took a couple of loaded guns, gave one to James and sealed mine behind my shirt.

A moment later and with a trembling hand and shaky legs, I answered the door only to find the same mother fucking geek who interrupted my morning-ritual, nearly gave me a heart-attack, and came close to being shot at, smiling superficially with an army of delivery-service men wearing black uniforms, unloading a truck-load of electronic gadgets.

• – You mother fucking bastard 3; I shouted at him, almost hysterical and ready to take a swing at his face.
• – Wh 3;? Hungh? he said, puzzled as I let go of the door and went inside 3; TOMMMMYYY get your butt down here NOW, I yelled at the top of my lungs.
• – What's wrong? asked Brian 3;
• – You mother fucker nearly gave me a heart attack 3; Tommy saw men in uniform and told me 3; so I thought they were fucking cops you mother fucking prick 3; TOMMMMMY! I yelled again to no reply.
• – Hey hey 3; calm down 3; it's not the boy's fault, James said as he jumped to stop me from going up and tear the boy apart.
• – Fuck it!
• – I know 3; I know 3; I'm shaking more than you are 3; but Tommy was simply trying to help 3; he doesn't know any better man 3; he's just a kid! Besides 3; look at these men from afar, they really look like fucking cops! he added jokingly yet soothingly to calm me down.
• – Let go of me 3;
• – Promise me you won't hurt him 3;
• – I won't 3; Not gonna hurt Tommy 3; I'm gonna hurt this mother fucker who chose men in their 'I'm a cop' Halloween fucking costumes 3; I said as I tried to dodge James's grip to no avail.
• – Aw aw 3; c'mon now, it's just a misunderstanding 3; besides, I can get your server up and running in 48 hours, he said cheerfully, unaware that he was actually so close to being shot at that he should've been digging his own grave instead of thinking about servers.
• – Relax Thomas 3; come with me buddy, let me get you a drink you're shaking with anger 3; James interrupted as he tugged on my shirt all the way to a corner bar in the winter-themed chimney-room.
• – I need a leaf 3; a joint or whatever 3; fuck it!
• – No no no 3; you don't need that! Screw drugs man 3; you've been clean for how long?
• – A fucking month or so 3; money's tight.
• – Let it go then 3; here 3; sit down and I'll fix you something to cool your engine 3; it's called a Matador, pretty good shit 3; tequila, pineapple and lime 3; By the time James made the drink, Tommy came down, looking at me hesitantly with tears in his eyes.
• – Master 3; I'm sorry, master 3; I didn't mean to, master 3; I'm sorry 3; he kept repeating himself while crying and looking at me with the saddest look on his already sad-looking eyes.
• – Come over here 3; don't worry buddy, come 3; I said as my anger subsided and I patted gently on the couch's arm.
• – I really didn't mean to scare you, master 3; I just saw these people and like 3; I tho 3; I don't want you to go to jail, master 3;
• – It's ok 3; it's ok 3; come here, I said as I hugged him tight and patted on his back as he ducked his head beneath my chin and starting to cry openly.
• – Hey 3; big boys don't cry kiddo 3; come on buck up! James said as he tried to cheer him up. Fuck, even Tough-James seemed to have a thing for Tommy 3;
• – I 3;
• – Tommy 3; Listen to me! It's ok! I'm fine! I said as I held his face between my hands and looked him in the eye with a friendly smile. Stop that baby stuff 3; you're a lil man now, ok?
• – Okay master 3;
• – Cut that crap 3; I said annoyingly.
• – What's wrong, master?
• – Don't call me 'master' anymore 3;
• – HUNGH? echoed a perfectly synchronized reaction from both James and Tommy 3;
• – Call me a dog face or a poop-head or whatever you want you crazy lil fucker 3; I already like you too much to let you say that word one more time you fucking 3; adorable 3; sadist, I said as I hugged again unable to hold my feelings a second longer 3;

For some reason 3; it seems that all the 'positive energy' or the 'good emotions' that were locked within me for so many years had finally a hole and snuck their way out 3; I knew that I couldn't keep them inside anymore and I knew that not only did I like Tommy, I loved him 3; I loved him so much that I couldn't stand hear him call me 'master' anymore 3; I needed to feel something I haven't felt before 3; I don' know how to explain it or how to relate it to someone like me, someone whose cold heart and utter cruelty to little boys was still so strong and so alive yet for some reason, completely broken and infective when it came to Tommy 3; I wanted more of him; I wanted him to call me 3;

• – Tommy 3;
• – Yes 3; ma 3;
• – Shut up! Don't even say that word any more 3;
• – What should I call you then? he asked softly as James gazed in disbelief at my never-seen before compassion, he was clearly curious and eager to see where it would lead 3;
• – How about 3; how about you call me 'dad'? I said softly with an amicable smile.

The minute I finished my sentence, I felt as if the entire world around me stopped 3; As if both James and Tommy had stopped breathing and were scanning me head-to-toe to check if it was actually me or someone in disguise. The sound of men carrying, handling and landing down the many boxes seemed to have faded in the background, the geek's voice talking loud and giving directions was replaced by a heavy silence that reigned for what seemed like an eternity before James finally sliced it with a joke to ease an unexpected situation 3;

• – Like father like son 3; a couple of sadist pricks hahaha.
• – Really? Tommy shrieked, his eyes almost popping out in shock and disbelief 3;

After all, it's been less than a week since I nearly killed him 3; less than a week when I used to treat him like an object, a commodity, or at best, an animal 3; less than a week when he suffered the worst kind of abuse a child can ever go through 3; even I came close to slapping my own face to wake up 3; but I couldn't, I knew how much I wanted him to feel my love, my real and honest love 3; an emotion which I haven't felt for a very long time.

• – What do you say 3; would you like that? I added, and I have to confess I nearly dropped a tear.
• – Yessssss 3; yes 3; I like that 3; I like that a lot 3; thank you 3; DAD 3;

Ok, here's where I actually did shed a tear. It was official! Thomas Connors, the man who had no heart, no soul and no feelings of guilt, a tough-hearted man whose name would cause terror in the heart of the hundreds of children whose lives were shattered because of him, the man who led a life of unbelievable cruelty, unbelievable inhumanity, finally and pathetically crumbled in front of a bare-chested 12 year old boy with a tag on his ear 3;

• – I'm glad you do 3; SON, I said again 3; nearly choking on my words.
• – Dad?
• – Yes son?
• – I really really love you dad 3;
• – You just can't understand how much I love you too my boy, I said as I sat him next to me and hugged him tight.

What else can I say? That James was pulling his own hair in disbelief? That for the next half-hour I did nothing but hug 'my son' with unmatched compassion? That the beast within me allowed for that single and tiny exception? I don't know how it happened or why it happened but it did 3; and it felt good, so good that I that moment in time to last for an eternity, but it didn't 3; guess why!

Who else had the ability to rattle my cage other than the official party-pooper who came in and with his annoyingly disturbing voice blabbered Well 3; all the electronics are here and I'm ready to build this baby. That fucking bastard 3; I should kill him and feed his prick to a dog, I thought to myself as I let go of Tommy, my SON, and went with James to check the mess in my hallway.

• – Sorry about earlier Mr. Thomas 3; where should we build this? Brian asked.
• – Can you keep a secret? I asked rhetorically.
• – Yes sir 3; definitely, the high IQ idiot replied 3;
• – James 3; could you handle this please? There's something I need to go to, I said.
• – Go where?
• – I'm going with Tommy for a while 3; I said as I took James aside.
• – Oh man! Listen, I am really happy for you and I understand what you're going through perfectly but 3;
• – No buts man 3; even if by any chance someone recognizes him, I'll be happy to turn myself in 3; I just can't hold it inside anymore 3; I love him man, I really do, I whispered.
• – Where are you going then.
• – I'll take his tag off now, we're going to buy him some proper clothes and I'm taking him for ice cream and shit 3; I dunno 3; I just need a couple of hours away from this.
• – Err 3; okay, okay bro take all the time you need 3; I'll help this idiot to take all the stuff down to the empty room.
• – Good 3; don't show him anything else though, not the stable, not the storage room and certainly not the cells 3;
• – Just go 3; I have it under control, don't worry

Saturday, November 1st, 2005 – 8.50PM | Did You Have Fun?

With James's reassurance I went with Tommy to the bathroom and a few moments later, Tommy became a free boy and his tracking device was finally removed for eternity. It's amazing how dramatic and eventful the past few days had been; I mean, it only took a week to break a hole in my solid wall of solitude and cruelty. Inadvertently, Tommy crawled through that tiny spec of hope and shattered my nearly-existent heart as he climbed the ladder from a worthless pet to the most precious person in my life, my son. Perplexed beyond my own belief, I finally managed to pull myself together as I gave him a heavy wool shirt to wear against November's chill and for the next couple of hours, we were actually a father and a son.

Our first stop was at a Tween casual wear store where I bought him so many clothes that we needed another pair of hands to help us ship the bags into my car. Next, I tried to compensate his two years of captivity as I drove aimlessly around town, sightseeing, laughing at silly-looking pedestrians with silly-looking coats, joking and talking along the entire way. We went for a chilly stroll, grabbed a couple of pretzels and a pair of huge offseason ice cream cones which neither of us had the ability to finish because of the increasingly freezing weather.

By the time It was 8.15, I decided to call it a night and promised Tommy that this is only the beginning 3; and that I will do my best to erase and eradicate his painful past. With that, I hugged him all the way back to the car and on the way home, the black and threatening clouds which were amassing for the entire day, finally burst out with heavy streams of rain.

• – So 3; how are the new lover birds doing? sweaty and exhausted from all the manual labor, James took a second of fresh air and taunted us the moment we walked in.
• – Fuck you, your royal highness 3; I said with my nasty finger pointed at his face.
• – Did you have fun? he asked Tommy.
• – Yea 3; a lot! my 'son' said excitedly.
• – Aren't you gonna show me your new threads then? James added amicably, clearly I wasn't the only one who crumbled to the might of Tommy's grace.

Like a little boy on Christmas Eve, Tommy went through the many bags, proudly showing James his five pairs of brand new shoes, explaining what was different about each in boring detail. Next, he unfolded a dozen of different types of pants, Jeans, underwear, sweatshirts, a pair of baseball caps, a wrist watch and an IPod, which seemed to be the 'craze' of the area. Then, as if he couldn't contain his happiness, he went on talking and talking about what we did, who we laughed at, what they were wearing, the funny accented man behind the pretzel cart and the 'huuuuuge' ice cream cone which we couldn't eat 3;

By the time he was done talking, I began acting like a father as I 'yelled' at him jokingly telling him to take all of this stuff to his room, store them neatly inside his closed and clean your room you filthy pig, a remark which sent him into a burst of uncontrolled laughter as he remarked I ran away from home because my old man used to talk like that and laughed some more at my puzzled look. Finally however, he hugged me with all his unbelievable strength, gave me a warm kiss on the cheek which was a first for me! Then he moved on to take the many bags up to his room.

• – So 3; where's the four-eyed frog?
• – Hehehe 3; he's really something I tell ya 3; he's downstairs unpacking, plugging cables and talking to himself 3;
• – Did he ask about the other rooms?
• – Yea 3; I told him I had no idea what was inside, hehe 3; you should be thankful that the jailed boys were probably asleep 3;
• – Fuck him 3; if he pokes his nose I promise I'm gonna kill him 3;
• – Yea yea Mr. Tough guy 3; oh 3; wait that was the old Thomas Connors, not the one made on November 1st 3;
• – Nah 3; the old man is still here and alive don't worry 3; but Tommy 3; I can't control my feelings towards him, it's a fluke in my system or something, hehe.
• – He's a good kid 3; and you have my word, I'll treat him with the same respect I treat you.
• – I'd appreciate that 3; let's see what that asshole is doing downstairs.
• – Still talking to Saint Motherboard I think 3; he said mockingly as we went to check on Brian.

Apparently, Geeks do have some good qualities other than getting on peoples nerves as the ragged man had already unpacked most of the boxed items and was beginning to plug some cables into a fridge-like container, which later on I realized was a vital part of a fully functioning server. As we stood there like a couple of fools watching him plug, type, unplug, blabber and cheer all by himself, he went on to explain about everything from security to untraceable proxies and whatever was in between until he suddenly stopped whatever he was doing and in a rather confused tone asked if he could 'spend the night here'.

At first, I thought he was trying to imply that he wanted a boy for the night; however, the soon he saw my fist swaying through the air and aimed at his face, he shrieked as he dodged my fist and began shouting hysterically about 'I-don't-need-this' and 'calm-down-you-ignorant-prick', a remark which nearly caused me to snap 3; and no one wants to see Thomas Connors snap!

Anyhow, the misunderstanding was clarified after both of us calmed down and he explained that what he meant was that he wanted to stay overnight 'here'; he said as he waved his hands to indicate the empty room, so that he could have all the parts assembled overnight and starts building the website the next day.

The poor and definitely good-hearted guy had to endure a few more of my unexplained rage as I went on to 'tell' him that he won't even get to 'see' a boy until everything was up and running, and meets both James's and my own satisfaction. Therefore, after a lot of give and take, he agreed to be locked-in as I explained that there are private 'things' that I didn't want him to see or even 'hear'.

As soon as we were out of the room, I locked the door behind me and told James that I was going to attend to Milo's training. Since it seemed he had nothing better to do, James excitedly offered to help or at least 'watch'. With that, I snuck a small diary entry, fetched a bag of Jelly-Bean rewards then we went to the stable and ushered Milo & Sparky into the training room.

Saturday, November 1st, 2005 – 9.15 PM | Milo's Doing Good!

Milo's Behavioral Training
6: (Redo of the) On Your Knees, Suck Me!

Having been given suitable medications, properly treated and cared for, Milo's ordeal seemed to have fainted as the boy was as attentive as he was before going through 'The Roast'. Not only that, it seemed as if his brain was finally engraved by fear and obedience deeply enough, from the dreadful ordeal he had to go through that he was 'too attentive' actually. Heck, from the way he acted, it seemed that if nature or human evolution allowed, he would've probably pointed his ears up and waited impatiently for his master's commands.

Anyhow, with my intention to revive the severely-abused-boy's memory, I re-demonstrated on Sparky the 'On Your Knees' and 'Suck Me' commands at least a dozen times, as well as skimming through the first five lessons in an honest attempt from my part to avoid punishing Milo. When his turn was up, he proved to me once again that fear and pain teach boys to become pets better than anything else; as he was nothing short of a bundle of energy, snapping swiftly to obey my commands as soon as he hears the various voice and clicker combinations. Furthermore, he managed to remember all of the other lessons and executed them perfectly and without any mistake, up until the dreadful 'Suck Me' clicker voice echoed through the room, signaling the moment of truth.

Since the boy's last command was 'On Your Knees', Milo knew what was coming next and I could swear I felt a sense of determination in his eyes to overcome this unpleasant obstacle. Furthermore, I was really doing my best to avoid punishing the boy but I knew that in case he failed again, he would leave me no choice but to act as a proper master should. Therefore, I hesitated for a bit in an indirect attempt to give him a few instants to mentally prepare himself then I clicked the 'Suck Me' combination, genuinely hoping that the boy succeeds.

This time however, he was well aware of the consequences of refusal and the very high cost he had to pay if he failed. Consequently, Milo did his best and was as gentle and as obedient as the best behaving pets should be. Gracefully, he opened his mouth for my half-erect dick and without a moment of hesitation, better yet with full determination, the boy finally had his first-ever taste of man-dick as my glans, corona and a good inch of my shaft gradually disappeared as they found their way into the boy's warm orifice.

Understandably however, and for the lack of training or any prior experience, the future cock-sucking boy didn't know any better than to keep his mouth lazily sealed around my dick. After a few moments of non-action from either him or me passed, he became clearly confused and oblivious of what he should do and as a result, made a horrible mistake as he lifted his face to glance at me without my command, establishing a direct eye contact.

Being a boy-pet means, among other things, a total submission and complete subordination to his owner's or his master's control; therefore, an uncalled for direct look on the master's face or even a simple glance meant only one thing, defiance, which was a grave and inexcusable behavior. However, since Milo had received a very unusual and rarely used punishment recently, I decided to let the severe mistake slide and I graciously pretended that I hadn't noticed.

Not only that, forcing a 'recovering' pet to go through another punishment would only yield two results, a probable breaking of the boy which would render him useless and without any monetary value, or another delay in his training program which was already running late. Actually, I was running so severely behind Milo's schedule, that five days have already passed by and I still haven't tackled any of the boy-pet's extremely essential core-lessons, 'extensive sexual performance'.

Anyhow, I was pleasantly encouraged by Milo's show of determination and obedience that after a small chat with James regarding the geek, I decided to pull an all-nighter to compensate for the inexcusable delay and finish the remaining lessons in the boy's 'Behavioral Training'. Even more so, I intended to tackle the boy's sexual illiteracy by giving him a core lesson, 'Introductory to the art of oral sex'.

With my mind set, I gave the 'On Your Knees' and 'suck me' commands another five rounds and was truly delighted by the boy's pet-progress that I generously rewarded every successful repetition with two Jelly-Beans instead of one. When that was done, Milo and I were finally ready to tackle the boy's exciting new lessons.

Milo's Behavioral Training
7: All About My Master's Feet!

For this composite lesson, I asked James to help me fetch a spectator sofa which we placed a couple of feet away from my waiting pets, then I took my shoes and socks off and sat down to give Sparky a new series of orders to demonstrate.

Sparky, Footrest! [S] Unsurprisingly, the well behaved boy-pet didn't waste a second to crawl all the way until he reached between my legs and knelt in an RTS. The second I raised my feet slightly, my lovely pet crawled underneath and laid flat on his back as I lowered my bare feet and rested them on the boy's chest and abdomen, using him as a comfortably soft footrest. When done, I ordered the boy to go back to his original position and gave him the second order to demonstrate.

Sparky, Footstool! [SS] Again, Sparky crawled hurriedly between my legs, similarly waited till I lifted my feet up and instantly crawled underneath on all fours, with his left side facing me, forming a nice footstool for my tired feet, made by the boy's back and butt. Again, he was sent back into position and was given his third order.

Sparky, Massage! [SPS] my brilliant pet was all too eager to please his master as again he crawled and knelt in front of me, his knees together and his butt resting on his heels, then he took one of my feet into his tender hands and began giving me a massage. After a minute, I yelled 'Mouth' and without any hesitation, the boy switched to mouth-massaging my feet by sliding my toes in and out of his warm mouth.

After the four commands were repeated six times in front of Milo with both voice and foot stomp commands, I moved on to test the boy's progress. To my utter delight, the learning boy-pet was quick to remember all of the commands without committing a single mistake, except for a very slight moment of hesitation when he was ordered to mouth-massage my feet.

When I gave the 'Mouth Massage' order, Milo's otherwise sweet face involuntarily crumpled in apparent disgust as he was definitely uncomfortable with the idea of having a foot in his mouth. However, with a proper slap on the back of his head from James who was watching attentively, the boy was quick to overcome his initial disgust and swiftly complied by executing my order flawlessly.

Finally, and just before going to the boy-pet's last behavioral lesson, James and I reviewed the boy's progress once again, putting him through all the commands for five more rounds until I was convinced beyond any reasonable doubt, that the boy's brain was finally starting to morph him properly into a promising boy-pet.

Milo's Behavioral Training
8: Fetch, Good Boy!

With my wrist watch indicating 11.35 PM, I was finally prepared to give Milo his final and 'bonus' behavioral lesson, a nice trick which gradually became very popular with boy-pet owners, Fetch, Good Boy!

The reason for its popularity is mainly because boy-pet owners are usually a bunch of filthy-rich slobs who are too lazy to even get a whip if they intend to beat or punish their pet. Therefore, after a few unsuccessful attempts with previous pets, I finally managed to start producing good results and quite frankly, the 'Fetch, Good Boy!' lesson became my personal trademark, something like 'this-pet-was-trained-by-Thomas' advertisement campaign.

To live up to my own reputation, I set a table across the room facing the spectator sofa and stacked it with a bunch of mouth-suitable items, perfect for a boy-pet to fetch. However, and before I could start demonstrating the exercise on Sparky, I had to tackle Milo's English illiteracy since there were at least a dozen items which he should be able to identify. Therefore, I ordered Milo to follow me until we reached the table, then I began to show him each of the individual items and saying its name for at least ten times, to make him understand.

WHIP 3; WHIP 3;WHIP, I repeated again and again as I held a soft bullwhip with my two hands and showed it to the boy. Using the same method, I began to teach the boy the names of the various items which were composed of whips, belts, dildoes, paddles, collars, leashes, shoes, slippers, magazines, newspapers, remote controls and a small bouncing ball for a hearty game of 'catch the ball' when a master is bored.

When I was done showing and naming all of the items, I tested the boy's understanding by ordering him to point at the correct item which I name. Unsurprisingly, the boy's English skills proved to be an expected problem and I had to patiently correct his mistakes and re-demonstrate the various items. After a good amount of time, I ran a last test and was pleased at Milo's success to identify all of the items that I decided to move on.

As Sparky's turn to demonstrate arrived, the brilliant pet made no mistakes, fetching the required items in the speed of light and always 'delivering' them to his master in a proper stance, knees slightly apart, thighs and torso straight, elbows bent, wrists bent and hands hanging loose an inch below the boy's chin, forming a GIM (got-it-master).

When Sparky did his job and was no longer needed for demonstrations, I sat on the couch and ordered him to become a 'footrest'. When my tender boy was lying properly, I placed my feet on the side of his face and across his neck and chest, adjusted myself into a comfortable 'lazy' look and gave Milo his first 'Fetch' command. Meanwhile, James had fixed himself a sandwich and sat on a sofa next to mine to enjoy a brilliantly invented, humiliation session.

Milo, Fetch – Remote Control, I chose the remote because of its difficult name and was the item which Milo had mistakenly identified a couple of times. Amused, James and I watched as Milo crawled across the room, reached for the table and after a slight moment of item-determination, he struggled with the plastic and rectangular object until he managed to grab it with his mouth. Consequently, he came back crawling beautifully and as he reached the side of my sofa, he assumed a proper GIM and waited for me to tap on his head, giving him his much-sought-after Jelly-Bean reward.

For the next hour, I did nothing but torture the boy's knees, forcing him to crawl across the room innumerous times as he sought and fetched the ordered items. Finally, I commanded the boy to stay as I went to bring a pair of soft knee-pads for Milo's bruised knees, which were a very necessary item for a maximum of fun without breaking the pet's legs. Finally, it was actually time for some fun and a most humiliating boy-pet exam, 'Catch-the-Ball'.

This final exam was rather an unnecessary 'perk' programmed inside the boy's brain, for the sole entertainment of a bored master, rather than being an actual necessity. A blatant copycat of the classic 'fetch-the-ball', my version came with a slight adjustment to the game's main ingredient, a boy instead of a dog.

Furthermore, I had intentionally picked a 'crazy-bouncing-ball' to offer a maximum amount of fun and entertainment for the spectators, as well as give a hard time for the pet to catch it. Glancing at a grinning and nastily amused James, I gave Milo a couple of foot taps, meaning attention, then threw the ball across the room and ordered Milo, Catch the Ball.

Without a doubt, the 'Catch-the-ball' activity was one of my favorite 'non-sexual' games I play with my pets, because of its ability to entertain me, give some needed physical exercise for my always-idle-pets and most importantly, pass some spare and unneeded time. With a smile, James and I watched as Milo 'run-crawled' behind the crazy ball which was bouncing hysterically in all directions, bumping against the wall, some of the torture devices and the floor. furthermore, I was delightfully pleased at Milo's attempts to catch it in mid-air as he 'leaped' and opened his mouth, only to miss it completely and come down landing on his palms and padded-knees.

After a good minute of a boy-chasing-ball show, the crazy-bouncer finally lost momentum and started to spring less and less every time it hit the floor. At that moment, Milo proved just how much of a good boy-pet he was becoming as he finally managed to open his mouth and succeeded in catching the ball as it rebounded off the floor. As a result, he crawled back to me, assumed a GIM and earned his reward.

With that, Milo's Behavioral training came to an end as the boy had finally managed to act, think and obey his master, the way a good pet should be. Moreover, and in line with my intentions to start the boy's 'sexual-performance-training' without any delay, I gave both of my pets a good half-an-hour break as I brought and filled two dog-dishes with food and waited on them to finish as I scribbled a few lines into my diary.

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