Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2009 10:51:35 -0500
From: James True <duncan_true@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Merchandise Part 12

This story is copyright 2009 by James True. The following is a work of
fiction, and it involves sexual situations between men. The author
appreciates any and all feedback about the story and the events depicted,
as well as the general subject matter of sexual slavery.  I hope you enjoy
the story.


The Merchandise Chapter 12


Paul's thoughts returned to the present. He had been summoned by Mr. Lee,
and was now approaching the warehouse where his boss kept his offices. It
was a 10 block walk from the nearest subway stop, but fortunately it was a
nice day. Entering the building, Paul made his way to the office area along
one wall, and entered Mr. Lee's outer office. There was a handsome young
man that Paul had never seen before sitting behind the reception desk. The
young man could have been no more than 20 years old, but he was well
dressed in a nice suit. Paul could not be sure if he was a legitimate
employee, or one of Mr. Lee's slaves. Paul noticed that the man had a
picture of what looked like an Indian boy on his desk. A lover, perhaps?
Then he would just be an employee. "My name is Paul, and I have an
appointment with Mr. Lee."


"Oh, yes. Mr. Lee is expecting you. Go right in, sir."


Paul entered Mr. Lee's inner office. The Chinese man was sitting behind his
desk, smoking a cigar. "Sit, Paul," Mr. Lee said, pointing to the visitor'
s chair. Paul did so.


"I didn't like your attitude yesterday when you criticized my handling of
the new product," Mr. Lee admonished. "You aren't beginning to question my
methods, are you?"


"No, Mr. Lee. I'm sorry. I've given thought to what you said, and you were
right. I may have gotten a bit soft in regards to the boy, and I allowed
his good looks to temper my training. I will, of course, remedy the
situation immediately."


"Glad to hear it. I would hate to have to terminate our business
relationship. You seem to have a sixth sense in finding good
candidates. The one currently in your charge seems acceptable, but still
needs a lot of work.


"Yes, I agree. I will work twice as hard to make sure he is ready in time."


"Good. Now, I'm waiting for Luke to arrive. The three of us have some
business to discuss." Paul wondered what business the three of them had to
discuss. He knew that it would do no good to ask Mr. Lee what they had to
discuss before he was ready to tell them. "But I'm sure my boy in the outer
office can keep you entertained while we wait." With that, Mr. Lee picked
up the phone, dialed the extension of the outer office, and said, "Boy,
come in here."


Within seconds, the young man in the suit entered. "Boy, this is Master
Paul. See to his needs."


"Yes, Sir. Is there anything in particular you want me to do, Master Paul?"

Paul realized he was obviously wrong. The man was indeed one of Mr. Lee's
slaves. In any case, Mr. Lee knows how to keep people entertained while
waiting. Paul got up and went and sat on the couch. "My feet are tired."
was all he said.


The boy walked over to Paul, got down on the floor and removed Paul's
sneakers. He then started to massage Paul's stocking-clad feet.


Mr. Lee said, "Ah, the perks of being in business." Paul noticed Mr. Lee
was leaning back in his chair behind the desk. That is the first time he
realized that Mr. Lee had another boy under the desk, and it was likely he
was giving him a blow job all the while they were talking. Paul's boy bent
down to sniff his feet. "Like that, boy? You may remove the socks to get a
better smell of my sweaty feet."


"Thank you, Sir." The boy promptly removed Paul's socks, placing them up to
his nose and taking a deep breath, then continued to massage Paul's
feet. "I can tell you did a lot of walking this morning, Sir. Your socks
and feet smell wonderfully powerful."


It was at this point that Luke entered. Seeing the two men each being
serviced by a boy, all he could say was, "Hot damn! I hope I'm not too
late!"


Mr. Lee said, "Not at all, Luke. But I'm afraid you have to share with
Paul." Mr. Lee took his cigar and dropped some ashes onto the back of the
boy servicing him. The boy gave a jump at the burn, but continued with the
blow job.


"Hey, Paul...why's your boy wearing a suit?"


"Good point, Luke. Boy, you shouldn't be wearing a suit."


"No, Sir," the boy said as he got up and took off all his clothes.


"Much better, boy. Now I think Master Luke's cock needs servicing. Am I
right, Luke?"


"Ah, Paul, you know me so well." The boy crawled over to Luke, and slowly
unzipped his pants, revealing Luke's massive Black cock. Without
hesitation, the boy put his lips around the cock's head and started to lick
and suck.


Luke said, "But what about you, Paul?" Luke went to the couch and sat, with
the boy accompanying him, never taking his mouth off Luke's cock. Once they
were together, the boy went back to massaging Paul's feet while giving Luke
the blow job.


"This one's quite talented, boss," Paul said.


"Yes, isn't he? I'm actually thinking of keeping him." Mr. Lee dropped more
hot cigar ashes onto his boy. Paul noticed there were a number of burn
marks on that boy's body. Paul did not like seeing things like that. But he
knew that Mr. Lee had no limits to what he liked to do to boys.


Paul started to rub his crotch. Having this boy work on his feet was making
him hot. But now his cock needed attention. "Boy, your mouth is so happy
sucking Master Luke's cock. But my cock needs service also. What are you
going to do about that, boy?"


Without taking his mouth off Luke's cock, the boy got up onto his knees and
presented his ass to Paul. "Ah, that's what I like to see." Paul slowly
started to push his cock up the boy's ass. Fucking this boy, while watching
him give a blow job to his friend really turned him on. It wasn't long
before Luke came in the boy's mouth, and a few seconds later, Paul came in
his ass.


"Well, enough of this," Mr. Lee said. He took his cigar stub and
extinguished it on the chest of the boy under his desk. Paul noticed there
were tears in his eyes, but he gave out no sound. "Now that you are here,
Luke, the three of us need to talk. But not here. Let's go into the
back. Boy," Mr. Lee said to the boy who had just serviced Paul and Luke,
"get dressed and return to your desk. You have your instructions, correct?"


"Yes, Sir," was the reply. "All is ready." The boy got dressed and went to
the outer office. The boy under the desk just sat there.


Mr. Lee opened the door to the back office, motioning Paul and Luke to
enter. Mr. Lee followed and closed the door behind him. The "back office"
was really a secret storage area. It was here that boys were often kept
before shipment. One wall was lined with cages, not big enough for anyone
to stand in or lie down in. No one was in the cages now, but there were two
big men in coveralls in the room doing some cleaning.


"So, tell me, Luke. How are you doing with your assignment?" Mr. Lee asked.


"I confess I haven't found a suitable candidate yet, sir."


"I thought you told me you found a boy last week."


"I thought I had, but it turned out he was not suitable at all. He had a
drug problem that really fucked him up, as well as a few incurable STDs. He
was a mess, So I gave him some money and sent him on his way. He is
probably in some alley somewhere high on crack right now."


"I see. How unfortunate. Paul never seems to make that mistake. I assume
you were careful and haven't caught anything."


"Of course. I noticed the herpes sores before I had a chance to do anything
more than whip the punk. I'm still clean."


"Good. But of course, you know time is running out. The client has
specified he wanted a big, Black buck one week from today. There is no more
time for delay."


"Don't worry, sir. I won't let you down."


"Oh," said Mr. Lee. "I'm confident you won't." Mr. Lee gave a sign, unseen
by Paul or Luke, to the two workmen, who approached the three from the
back. The two men made a grab for Luke, each grabbing one arm.


"Wha-?" was all Luke got out before a gag was stuffed into his mouth.


"I'm truly sorry, Luke. But this is a very important client. His time
schedule is immutable. Fortunately, he was willing to compromise a bit on
the product, and is willing to accept an older boy for a discounted
price. But that cuts into my income. What is worse, though, is that my
reputation will suffer. My reputation for delivering the promised goods is
what keeps me in business. The client must have a boy by next week. Since
you apparently are unable to deliver a suitable boy, you must take its
place."


While Mr. Lee was talking, the two workmen managed to pull the arms of the
surprised Luke behind him, securing the wrists. Then they grabbed his shirt
and ripped it off him. Luke, not listening to Mr. Lee, tried to kick at the
men, but they deftly avoided his legs. One of the workmen took a taser from
his pocket and used it to zap Luke, who then bent over in pain.


Paul watched the incident with disbelief. "Mr. Lee, what are you doing? You
can't do this! Luke is your friend! He has always served you well."


"That is true, Paul. But, I have a deadline to satisfy. The client is
willing to accept this boy as a substitute, even though he is slightly
older than what he originally wanted. I regret the lowered price, but
fortunately I won't have to pay a finder's fee."


The two men continued working on Luke, removing his shoes, pants, all
articles of clothing until Luke was totally nude. The men then
none-to-gently pushed Luke towards a cage. There was a look of terror in
Luke's eyes as he was shoved into the cage. The workmen placed a lock on
the door of the cage. Luke tried to yell, but the gag effectively muffled
it. Locked in the cage, Luke could not stand. Only sit, with his hands tied
behind his back. Even sitting, he was almost too big for the cage.


"What are you going to do to him?" Paul shouted.


"In accordance to the client's instructions, he will be castrated, and next
week, he will be presented to the wife of a very prominent emir from the
Middle East.. Now, come along, Paul." When Luke heard the word castrated,
he became even more agitated, and tried desperately to break open the cage,
but it was too strong, and there was little room to maneuver. Paul could
not believe what was happening. He had been friends with Luke for 20 years,
and Mr. Lee had known Luke for even longer. Could Mr. Lee really be so
heartless and greedy as to enslave a good and loyal friend simply for
money?


Mr. Lee motioned Paul to follow him as he returned to his office. Paul,
horrified by what he had just witnessed, had no choice but to obey.


Once in the outer office, Mr. Lee told Paul he may go. Paul once again
tried to protest the treatment of Luke, but Mr. Lee ignored him, telling
him once more that he may go. Reluctantly, Paul turned to go. In the outer
office, the receptionist boy said to him, "Master Paul, I'm sorry for your
friend, Luke." Paul noticed the boy did not call him "Master Luke". "But
for what it's worth, sir, I am honored know that I have swallowed the very
last sperm he will produce."


"Tell me, boy. How do you like Mr. Lee?" Paul asked. He was holding back
tears for his friend.


"He's a tough master, firm, and takes no nonsense, sir. And he will punish
any infraction. But I think he is fair, sir. And I think he is very rough
with sex, but I like it that way. I like belonging to him. I will never
leave him, sir," was the boy's answer.


Paul pointed to the picture on his desk. "Who's that?"


"Nobody. Just a fantasy of mine, Sir. I belong to Mr. Lee, so can never
pursue this fantasy. But even slaves can dream, Sir."


As Paul left the office to go home, he knew that Mr. Lee had him there to
witness the taking of Luke as a warning that failure would not be
tolerated. It was a warning to make sure his boy was ready on time.


In the back room, the two handlers were already strapping Luke down onto an
operating table, preparing to castrate him. Luke was helpless, not sure
what terrified him more: Losing his freedom or losing his manhood. But
struggle as he might, there was no escape. Then visions of some of the boys
he acquired and trained entered his mind. How many boys had he sent to a
similar fate? In all this time, he never once cared what happened to those
boys after he turned them over to Mr. Lee.


Then, without the benefit of anesthesia, Luke felt the knife being applied
to his scrotum, and he screamed into his gag before blacking out.


Paul never saw or heard from his friend Luke after that day.

To be continued.

In the next chapter, Paul takes out his frustrations on Jim

Comments on this story are greatly appreciated.  I thank all who have sent
me comments on past chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this one.

I'm also interested in communicating with those who wish to share with me
their experiences as a slave.