Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 18:26:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Master Chats: Wild Pups for Sale

MASTER CHAT:
WILD PUPS FOR SALE

By Master Redbeard


"Bob" is a prominent attorney and friend to many in the upper echelons of
the slave trading community. He has kept a record of his Instant Messenger
chats with many of his friends and clients, but has deleted his own
comments from these transcribed conversations. He has changed names or
removed names where appropriate. But in this case, everyone knows that
Bodoni & Felch is the leading high-end slave-trading establishment and that
Wild Pup Auction Night is one of their monthly events open only to the
wealthiest and most powerful. Many outside of that circle have heard the
story about Old Man Smith and his teenage grandsons. We can now offer an
insider's account told by a participant within hours of that now-legendary
auction.


Bob's Statement: "I'm releasing these chats to counterbalance the recent
spate of sentimentalist BS supposed-enslavement stories, most of which
paint the owner or slave trader in a harsh and negative light. This may be
an incendiary statement, but I suspect that some of our most prominent
slave story writers may be closet abolitionists! How is it possible that
slavery enjoys such a high level of support among the American people and
yet the public sees any man who enslaves a younger family member as some
sort of ogre? It's time the public heard the unfiltered comments of the men
who have contributed so much to our way of life by ensuring that fresh
young stock is added to our enslaved population."


If it's illegal for you to read stories involving homosexual acts or if
you're offended by stories that include family or dominance-submission
scenarios, please go away now. If you can't distinguish reality from
fantasy, please leave and get help asap. If you want to contact me please
include the title of the story in the email title line. Flames
ignored. Redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com.

-------------------- A MASTER CHATS WITH BOB: WILD PUPS FOR SALE


I'm so glad you're online. I must tell you about last night at Bodoni &
Felch. Yes they are the most expensive slave traders up and down the coast
and you know how I just can't stand Bodoni, but you know that once a month
they have a sale on Wild Pups. I never miss that. I refuse to buy from B&F
but I never miss attending that auction.


Yes, the Wild Pup Auction was last night. I can't believe how you always
manage to be out of town and miss it. How important can your business be?


No! Pup does not mean underage! A pup can be any boy under 21 as long as
he's boyish and "more cute than handsome" - that's how they say in the
brochure. Of course they are all shaved for auction but a pup is supposed
to be naturally smooth.


Yes, it was that damn supposed pup I bought from Bodoni three years ago -
then when his body hair started to grow back in he was a hairy beast
everywhere. I demanded my money back but Bodoni wouldn't hear of it. So
that's why I stopped buying from B&F. But you have to hear about last
night.


Bodoni always gives me a dirty look when I show up for wild pup night. But
he wouldn't dare kick me out. Half the men there I do business with and the
other half belong to my country club. I just like to see and feel what's on
display. I always make sure to grope the boys when Bodoni is watching just
to piss him off, since he knows I'm not buying any. Well at least I
hadn't. But I'm trying to tell you about last night.


What I really want to tell you about is Old Man Smith. Well I don't know if
he's richer than God, I haven't checked out God's accounts receivable, but
he's richer than me and you know I have a helluvalot of money. So Smith
shows up at the auction with his two grandsons, the youngest
grandsons. Yeah, the ones from that real pretty daughter he had. It was
before my time but everyone knows the story. The girl was gorgeous, Smith's
favorite, but she ran off with some good-for-nothing boy from an
abolitionist family.


The poor girl died in childbirth with the second son and then that husband
didn't even want his boys to see their grandpa. Well, you know how powerful
Smith is. So the asshole son-in-law ended up bringing the boys to grandpa's
estate for visits anyway.  This guy was such a horse's anus that he
wouldn't even take money from Smith for anything. He sent his sons to a
public school. Can you imagine the grandsons of Old Man Smith in a public
school? Well if that dad of theirs hadn't been so almighty arrogant and
proud the boys might not have ended up... well, I'll get to all that.


Smith brings in the boys and you know that you have to be legal age to
attend an auction. At least an auction like this one. It's different when
it's household slaves and they keep that merchandise covered up. But this
stock being auctioned had either loincloths or briefs of those pouch
things, all of which were mostly pushed aside with tackle on display.


Every one of the slave boys was erect for most of the examining
period. Yes, Bodoni gives a 2-hour period before the auction. That's what
makes it so much fun. And of course he keeps them cock caged for days
before so they'll all be boned for the customers. We are supposed to
examine them and not jerk them off, but there's always some boys who squirt
while on display. The crowd cheers. Bodoni grumbles. The boy blushes.


Well yes all of them blush. This is WILD Pups. None of them are
trained. One of the selling points is how recently the boy was
enslaved. Imagine how it must feel for some hunky teenage athlete who was
living the life of a free boy just two days earlier and now he's stripped
nearly naked, body shaved, collared, cuffed and shackled, while a bunch of
horny homo pervs stuff their hands into his briefs. Yes, I know, I know!
I'm a married man myself, but you know my taste. I'm a horny homo perv if
ever there was one. I like my slaveboys like I like my cheesecake: fresh,
tender, white and smooth.


But I was starting to tell you about Smith' grandsons. No, neither of the
boys was technically of legal age. The older one had his birthday the very
next day so he'd be turning legal age at midnight. Well, I sidled up to
Bodoni and said something about allowing the boys in to the auction. Of
course, Smith is so powerful and such a big customer he can get any rule
bent. But Bodoni just got this curious look on his face and snickered
"there are some exceptions, certain boys of that age that are allowed in to
an auction like this one." Well, the only exception I know of is a boy
who's going to be auctioned off.


Now I looked at the two boys with more interest. They were gorgeous. Well,
you know that all the grandkids in that family are great lookers. I've seen
pictures of Old Man Smith when he was young and before he got so fat - damn
he was a hot man.


The older grandson had dirty blond hair, the younger one was more of a
red-blond. The older had smooth tanned skin, while the younger one had
freckles. They were dressed in khakis, nice shirts and ties and sport
jackets. They were both very healthy looking and you could tell they were
athletes. No, neither of them would ever be a football hero. Both boys were
kind of small for their ages, shorter than you expect the men in the Smith
family to be - I understand the dad wasn't a very tall man.


I started sizing up the boys. Was it possible Smith would sell his own
grandsons, these beautiful boys? That's when I saw Bindthem. Yeah, everyone
knows Bindthem. I don't think anyone knows his first name. But he does seem
to pop up at all sorts of events. And he knows the inside scoop on
everything. I don't know how that man does it.


Well of course Bindthem had the scoop on the Smith family story. It seems
the son-in-law, the one who sired those gorgeous little blond boys, had
been very proud, never wanted to take money from Old Man Smith. But a few
year back he went to Smith for investment advice - he started worrying
about being able to pay for college for his boys. Yeah, I told you he was
an asshole. I'm sure Grandpa would have sent the boys to the most expensive
college by chauffeured limousine.


So anyway, this jerk takes investment advice from his father-in-law and
loses a bundle. So that's when he starts taking loans from Old Man
Smith. The strangest thing - the man keeps taking investment advice from
Smith and keeps on going further and further into debt to that nasty old
bastard. It turns out the son-in-law was already enslaved a couple of
months earlier for the debt.


The boys went to live with grandpa. You expect a happy ending, right? Well,
Bindthem tells me that Old Man Smith is still bitter about the abolitionist
son-in-law, still fuming about the boys not acting like Real Smiths, y'know
slave-owning macho bastards like all those Smith men. Plus Smith is still
pissed off about the money - something like 2-million dollars - as if the
old guy would even notice that much money missing. But it's the principle
of the thing. So Bindthem assures me those two Smith boys are gonna get
auctioned that very night at B&F.


Man I got a boner that wouldn't quit. I mean, I'm watching these real
good-looking boys. U could tell they're straight. I have a sixth sense
about this. Fully dressed in expensive clothes, good family stock,
confident free boys mingling with the crowd. And I now knew they would both
be stripped down and turned into slaves - turned into NAKED SEX SLAVES for
some horny old man!


Old? Some of the guys at the auction, well you know B----- and L----- and
W-----! Even when they were young they were never in shape or handsome! A
hot body is not a prerequisite for being filthy rich. Actually why are most
of the rich guys I know so damn unappealing? Well, I don't consider myself
old. But I'm certainly not young anymore. My oldest son is starting college
in a few months. Yes, I know you always thought he was cute, but keep your
smutty thoughts to yourself - I'm not about to pull an Old Man Smith on the
boy! ;-)


Well yes, of course B&F is very careful to mark the merchandise that isn't
yet legal age. The boys wear a green ribbon around their slave collar and a
green ribbon around one thigh. And there's a big green sign saying in big
letters: This Merchandise is NOT of Legal Age in this Jurisdiction,
followed by all this small print.


Well of course the important words there are "in this jurisdiction." Look
what's happened since Florida changed the law about legal age there. It's
not just the tourist spots that are doing it anymore. They're even talking
about lowering the age in New York - they're losing too much tourism and
conventions now that California lowered their age. But then again I think
every man at wild pup night had a Florida home - I was in the first wave
that bought up property in Florida when they changed the law initially. Yes
of course, why am I telling you - you were the lawyer who handled the
paperwork for me.


I'm certain none of the fine upstanding citizens at the auction would break
the law of our jurisdiction. No, I'm not trying to be sarcastic. I mean
it. But I'm just as certain a lot of the younger merchandise from B&F would
soon be on its way to Florida or Hawaii or Las Vegas or California
or... well, that's what I'm saying it's more locations all the time isn't
it?


But where was I in telling the story? I got close to the boys so I could
listen in and I gave a big friendly greeting to Smith. Yeah, I don't like
the fat bastard either. I'm sure he can't stand my guts. But between us we
do tens of millions of dollars of business a year, so we are both very
cordial and act happy to see each other. He introduces me to the boys: Matt
is the older one and the little one is Andy. They shake my hand. But then
Andy is whining to his grandfather that he doesn't like it here, that he
thinks a lot of these men are gay! Can you imagine? Out of the mouths, as
they say.


The older one is telling his brother not to get grandpa angry. The older
boy is sweating and looks nervous like he knows something's up. But the
younger one is just self-absorbed as kids are. Andy complains about the old
guys who are showing boners in their pants. Matt is trying to shut him
up. Andy protests that he's totally straight and doesn't want to see old
guys with boners.


I've gotta tell you the boner in my pants was leaking at that point. I mean
I go to all these school events for my sons. I know you do also. There are
all these boys around who are dressed just like these two and look like
these two - well except that these two boys were cuter and hotter than
99-percent of the other boys I see. I sometimes see those boys at the
school in their khakis and wonder what it would be like to strip them
down. No, I don't think I'm a perv. But damn those speeches at school
events get boring I have to focus on something.


Anyway, here's this adorable freckle faced redheaded free boy complaining
that he's totally straight in this environment where the male pheromones
were thick as San Francisco fog. And I know for a fact I will get to see
this very boy stripped naked and maybe even get a chance to examine him as
I would any other piece of slave flesh!


So it's ten o'clock and time to start the auction. Felch takes the
stage. The other partner, y'know he's more of a showman than that skinny
old queen Bodoni. Felch welcomes everyone and then says he wants to
introduce some very special guests. Smith is leading his two grandsons up
to the stage. The younger one acts like this is a big treat but the older
one looks scared half to death. He had to have a good idea what was going
on.


The old man introduces the boys to the crowd and then he pulls out the
paperwork. You could feel the tension in the room. When he announces that
the boys are enslaved to help pay off the debt their father racked up, the
older one suddenly turns real mean. "No fucking way, old man!" he's
screaming. "You can't do this to me!" He tries to run from the stage but
two of those big ebony slaves grab him from behind and lift him right off
the floor. Then he starts crying saying how he's a good boy and he doesn't
deserve this.


I think Smith was purposely playing this out for the crowd. Y'know in case
anyone was going to be outraged he enslaved his own grandsons. He goes into
a tirade about the money their father owed. He bellows, "Is it fair to all
your cousins to do without that money?" He went on about how the money from
auctioning the two of them would go to pay back the share to be split among
all the cousins.


Damn, y'know I just thought of this now. The old man is so filthy rich even
splitting his fortune among all those cousins those two kids would've
gotten fifty times the amount their dad owed him. He could've just taken
the 2-million out of their inheritance. But... ours is not to reason
why. It was a helluva show.


Matt put up a fuss about not wanting to strip. Now he's the one complaining
that the men in the crowd are homo perverts. Of course they could've
brought out the prod right then but I think they wanted to use the curved
knife on his clothes. The two big black slaves were holding him upright and
Felch himself wielded that sharp thing. The blond boy's shirt and pants
fell in rags. Other slaves pulled off his loafers and socks. His white
boxers were slit almost all the way up one side, but Felch raised his hand
to stop it going any further. He grins at the crowd and says he wants to
leave something for us to stick around to wanna see later. Yeah, like any
of us would leave at this point. I told you he's the showman.


Andy stops sniffling long enough to beg his grandpa not to enslave him. You
could tell from looking at Smith that nothing was gonna dissuade him. When
the kid is threatened with the curved knife he decides to undress
himself. You could tell how shy and nervous he was from the way he was
blushing - I don't know why these things make my dick leak but they
do. That chest was really nice. Well developed pecs and a tummy as flat as
my computer screen. (No, silly, it's not a curved screen!) When he dropped
his khakis he kept at least one hand in front of his white briefs at all
times.


Well of course they collared both boys and cuffed their hands to the rings
around back of the collars. Y'know, the usual. Both of them displayed tents
- the younger one in white briefs and the older one in white boxers. I
especially enjoyed the look on Andy's face. Just minutes before that he was
saying how uncomfortable he was being around all these homos - and now he
was displayed nearly nude in front of this crowd of middle aged men, and a
lot of the men in the crowd did nothing to hide the tents in our pants as
we smiled up at the two brothers. Damn I was licking my lips.


Bodoni announced that he and Smith would be taking the boys to a side room
to begin the transformation. Yeah, transformation - the pretentious creep
always likes to be poetic about things. The whole crowd groans. He tells
them that there will be a video of the proceedings for sale after the
event. Felch then announces that the auction will begin with the stock on
the floor and that the two Smith boys would be the final lot for sale later
that night.


No, I think the bidding went fine on the floor stock. Sure everyone was
thinking about the Smith boys but let's face it those boys were going to
fetch a small fortune. Now granted every man in that room was rich. But
those boys were going to end up with someone super rich. I think the thing
with the Smith boys got such a charged atmosphere going in that place that
B&F probably made more money off the other boys than they might've
otherwise.


No I didn't stay to watch the auction. I managed to grab Bodoni by the arm
and whispered to him that I know there are viewing rooms where he's going
and that I wanna watch. He gave me a look like he just smelled sour milk
over rotting fish. But before he could say anything I stuffed a bunch of
10-thousand dollar bills in his hand and just smiled at him. He nodded and
pointed the way.


I was settled into a private cubicle that was on a mezzanine level with
one-way glass looking down into the slave induction room. Of course there's
a B&F slave down at my feet, a real cute boy who would've had my full
attention any other night, but I was way too wrapped up in the show going
on in the room below. When the slave boy tried to unzip me, I pushed his
hand away. I was afraid I would cum too fast and didn't want to waste this
experience.


The two adorable blond free boys were dragged into the induction room below
in just their white underpants. With their hands already cuffed to the
handles on their collars, they were attached to chains hanging from the
ceiling and left to dangle there with their toes just barely touching the
ground. Believe me their bodies stretched out like that looked damn
delicious.


Old Man Smith saunters in after them and takes a seat in a big padded chair
where he could view all the action. Then - I swear this is true - the old
letch unzips and pulls his dick out of his fly. He doesn't actually
masturbate that pole, he's just lightly playing with it as if he's watching
a porno movie. Well, who am I to criticize since I was doing the same
thing? Yeah, you're right, I guess it is different with him being the
grandfather and all.


The boys get their underpants pulled down and then the big black slaves are
soaping them up for shaving. The older boy I could kind of tell he had
pubes but the blond color made them barely visible against his skin
tone. The younger boy probably had some smaller bush, but you know how
red-blond hair doesn't show up against that skin tone. They only seemed to
give the younger one a perfunctory shaving. It was clear even the older one
didn't need his ass crack shaved, but they took a few swipes with the blade
anyway. Also, it didn't take long to get rid of the bits of armpit hair and
shave Matt's lower legs.


Then they both got slave haircuts. No, I hate it when they shave them
totally. These were like quarter-inch crew cuts or even shorter. Matt
already had short hair but Andy had long wavy hair that just fell all down
his naked body. This left the two of them looking even younger than they
had started out.


They were unhooked from the chains, had their hands uncuffed and one of the
big black slaves started giving them instructions in slave posture. Well,
the boys decided to use this opportunity to start begging their grandfather
not to enslave them. Old Man Smith would snap a finger and one of the black
slaves would zap the boys with a slave prod. First one and then the other
was writhing on the floor and twitching. Finally the boys got the message
and they were snapping to slave attention, slave rest, kneel, display and
all those other positions slaves do.


My dick was out. I was toying with it, kind of like Old Man Smith was doing
with his. But I wasn't jerking it off. I wanted to keep on enjoying this
scene to the maximum.


Satisfied that the boys knew their poses, Bodoni ushered the two pretty
blonds over to the side of the room with showers and drains. Well, yes, the
room is used for preparing slaves so of course they have everything right
there in one place. The boys are told to bend over for enemas and once
again Matt balks at the idea. But just showing him the slave prod was all
it took to get him bent over with that adorable butt in the air.


Now I've already told you that all this time I'm doing my best not to
cum. But as Bodoni greases up their buttholes - oh yeah, the slaves did
most of the work but you don't think Bodoni would miss a chance to be the
first finger up those straight boy rectums - and then I watch as he pushes
the nozzle of an enema first into the older brother and then into the
younger one, well, what can I tell you? The sight of that nozzle sliding
into that beautiful butt and the sound of the boy groaning at the
intrusion, well of course I shot my load.


It was handy the slave boy was in the cubicle with me. Those B&F boys are
well trained. Even though I hadn't even let him touch my cock he was right
there and caught every drop of my cum in his mouth. Damn, I was out of
breath but I didn't want to miss a moment of the action.


The boys were washed out three or four times, I lost count. Then scrubbed
in the shower of course. Then there was a room divider and the younger one
was taken to one side while the older one was brought to the other
side. Andy was just chained up again as before, but Matt was being spread
out over this very modern horse, his butt in the air and his head hanging
down over one end of the contraption. The horse may have looked modern but
the pose was classic: His legs were spread wide and hooked to the legs on
one side of the horse and his arms were hooked to the legs on the front
side of the bulky piece.


I look at the clock. It just turned midnight. That meant that Matt is now
legal age for sex. And, hold on to your seat, Old Man Smith was calmly and
slowly stripping off all his clothes. That great big fat and hairy old guy
standing right where his older grandson could see him and taking off every
stitch. Damn, his belly looked even bigger like that. And his white beard
seemed to just keep going on into his chest hair.


Well you certainly know how hot I am for guys. But I figured the sight of
Old Man Smith's big hairy body would be enough to deflate my dick. And yet,
it's an odd thing. There was a strange turn on from the contrast between
the tight defined smooth body of the boy spread out on the horse and the
bloated abominable snowman hovering over him in such a threatening way.


I looked at the way Matt's muscles tensed, knowing he was still thinking
like a free boy, knowing that he had been leading a privileged life in
expensive clothes just two hours earlier. Frankly, having to serve a body
like Old Man Smith's has to be the ultimate in breaking a straight teen
athlete like that into accepting his new role as a slave. Yeah, you're
right, knowing it was his grandfather must have made it even more intense
for that blond beauty.


By the way, I was shocked at how stiff Smith's dick was. I didn't think men
that age could be that stiff. Oh, yeah, you're right, he probably got some
pill to take, but still it was impressive. And I could see even from my
viewing room up above that his dick was leaking as he rubbed it all over
the boy's face.


Of course the boy was doing the usual - he was turning his head and keeping
his lips clamped together. Smith gave some verbal cue and then there was a
scream from the other side of the room divider. He had decided that if Matt
disobeyed he would use the slave prod on Andy. Smith explained that and
ordered the older brother to stick out his tongue and clean his balls. I
watched that pink tongue. I saw that disgusted look on the boy's face and
the way his bound body was twisting on the horse. This was clearly a
straight boy being made to do things he never dreamed he'd have to do.


I looked at the other side of the divider and Bodoni was spreading slave
oil on the younger boy's bound body. No sex, mind you, just oiling him
up. Of course he was taking his sweet time about rubbing on that tender
young body and working his fingers real special into certain spots.


By this time Old Man Smith was sliding his cock in and out of the older
brother's mouth. Two of the black slaves were at Matt's rump. When one
finished jerking himself off the other took the cream and used it to grease
up the boy's virgin asshole. Think about it - when this boy pulled on his
boxer shorts earlier in the day he never dreamed that his butthole would
get lubed up with a black slave's spunk.


Next thing you know grandpa is at the boy's rear entrance and rubbing his
fat cockhead around the opening. Now Matt isn't acting so brave, he's
whimpering and begging.


Bodoni joins them on their side of the divider and starts pulling his
clothes off. Yes, that's right. Well, all I can tell you is his dick is
like his body - long and thin. Bodoni is after the boy's mouth. He's
smirking down at the teenager taunting him that he once overheard Matt say
he thought Bodoni was a fag who probably wanted to suck his dick. But now
Bodoni says, "But I don't suck slave dick. Slaves suck me." Then he shoves
the full length of it down the blond boy's throat. As Matt is struggling to
breathe, Old Man Smith shoves the full length of his fat one deep into the
boy's guts. I'm watching the old guy's big hairy belly bouncing on the
boy's hard butt cheeks.


Old Man Smith and Bodoni are talking to each other while they're spit
roasting the boy from both ends - just as if the kid isn't even there
listening. Well, after all, that is the way we act around slaves. Smith
says how he knows that fucking the boy will lower the auction price, but he
feels like he deserves this dividend from the sale. Meanwhile the younger
brother is chained up on the other side of the divider, able to hear all
that's being said and all the action but unable to see anything that's
being done to his older brother.


The old man is dripping sweat on the boy and gripping him. I thought Smith
was gonna have a heart attack. I couldn't look away - I sure wouldn't have
wanted to miss that moment. But then he just collapsed on the boy and you
could tell he was creaming up his own grandson's ass. Bodoni slammed into
the boy's face and the way he was grunting you could tell he was feeding
the kid his spunk. Then grandpa pulls out of that gorgeous butt, slowly
comes around in front of the boy and demands that his cock be tongue
cleaned. I could see the ooze sliding down the back of the boy's legs. That
blond beauty was so broken by that point he just stuck out his tongue and
did as ordered.


Well I put my dick away. I wasn't gonna shoot my cream a second time just
from watching. I hurried back out into the main room knowing the auction
would proceed soon enough.


Have you seen the latest media features at Bodoni & Felch? They've got a
plasma screen wall that they can break into as many images as they like -
and it goes up the full two-story height of that main room. Well, I don't
know how they edit the stuff so fast, but they had one huge screen showing
bits and pieces of the enslavement process I had just witnessed. Fuck, no,
they didn't leave out a thing. There were the two of them getting those
enema nozzles shoved into their virgin holes! They even showed Old Man
Smith bare-ass naked and dicking his grandson up his rear end! They showed
close ups of Bodoni rubbing that slave oil into the younger boy!


But that wasn't the whole reason the crowd was going wild. On another
screen beside it, just as big, there was footage of the two boys just as
they'd appeared three hours earlier. There they were, bigger than life, in
their free boy khakis mingling with the guests. That was intermixed with
all sorts of footage of those same boys from their free life. There was
Andy in his baseball uniform. There was Matt on his swim team. There was a
picture of the two of them dressed up for some formal event, and then a
picture of them wearing baggy shorts and sloppy t-shirts washing a car.


Felch is doing his best showman act on that stage telling the crowd how
they now had a chance to own the very free boys we had just mingled with a
few hours earlier. The kids are brought out. Once again their hands were
cuffed to the handles on the backs of their slave collars and each boy was
in a fresh pair of white underpants - boxers for the older and briefs for
the younger.


They're not gonna give the crowd a chance to feel up this
merchandise. Felch tugs down the undies and feels up both these boys with
every eye on his hands. He turns them around, plays with their cracks and
then raises one finger to say, "Oh, something wet in this one." Somebody
yells out "That's his grandpa's spunk." The whole room breaks into
laughter.


That gives Old Man Smith an excuse to jump on the stage and regale us with
a blow-by-blow description of that blond beauty's butt. Fuck, the way the
old man was going on could've made a truckstop toilet slave blush; that
grandson of his was completely red and quivering all over. But that creepy
old bastard knew what he was doing - the auction started taking off like
crazy and going into the stratosphere.


Oh, Rodolpho was the one who ended up getting Matt. No matter what anyone
bid, Rodolpho just went higher. Yes, I know he's a boor with ghastly table
manners, but money washes away all sins, don't you agree? What a sweet deal
Rodolpho has! He gets to write off the cost of a beauty like this one to
his business and then he takes the boy away for a couple of months in the
name of training. So he'll get to enjoy Matt while the skin is still tender
and smooth and the ass isn't all stretched out like a tunnel.


Well, yeah, I agree - once he's been used in Rodolpho's business for a
couple of months, he wouldn't appeal to me. I mean, far be it from me to
criticize how some other man makes his money, but it just seems so
twisted. I mean, brothels are important to economic health and sexual
health. But the things people do to those boys in Rodolpho's
establishments... well, yes, of course I've been there and used the
services. But I've only been a few times on special occasions, just for the
change of pace, not like some weirdo.


Oh, don't worry about Andy. Rodolpho didn't get his grubby hands on the
younger brother. In fact, that's what I've been getting to. I'm writing
this from mid-air in my private plane stretched out in just my boxers. I'm
heading down to my Florida estate. No, I'm the only passenger back
here. But I'm looking at some valuable cargo right at this very minute.


That's right. I'm Andy's new owner. I took off his shackles so he's just in
his collar and his free boy white briefs. He's in his cage with his knees
up to his chest, his arms wrapped around those smooth legs, doing his best
not to look at me. Oh, he's so adorable.


In fact, I was contacting you to see if I could visit your rancho outside
Cancun? Will you be there anytime this month? You know Rodolpho has that
complex in Cancun. That's where he was heading with the older brother and
we thought a family reunion might be entertaining. Oh, Rodolpho is so
theatrical. He wants to stage this whole wedding thing with his new slave
as the groom and....


Oh, this is what I've been waiting for. The captain just announced that
we've entered Florida air space. Time to let my merchandise out of the cage
so he can get to know his master a little better. Damn, that look in his
eyes - it's as if he can read my mind.


(the end... No, there will not be a chapter 2... if you're so intrigued,
you can write to me what follows as the new owner gets better acquainted
with his new merchandise. But there may be more installments of MASTER
CHATS as powerful men describe the enslavement or acquisition of an
especially desirable piece of slave flesh. Let me know yr thought or story
ideas... redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com.)