Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2010 13:28:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253 <rr2253@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Slave and Me

MY SLAVE AND ME - Chapter 2

This is a fcitional story. It may not be used in any way without
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you live, or if you find the material offensive, please do not read. No
real people are described here.  any resemblance to any real person is
strictly coincidental.



I looked at the tag on the young man. It read "SPECIAL. 2 FOR ONE. BABY
INCLUDED REDUCED FOR QUICK SALE" I couldn't imagine why this boy had a
small child attached and to be sold. The young man glanced down at me as I
checked the tag. He quickly returned his look to forward as slaves were not
supposed to look at the customers. The hot sun was beating down directly on
the young man and child. Both were sweating. Perspiration glistened on the
older young man and drips of sweat trickled down on him and on his balls
and cock. He stood erect and straight. His face was more beautiful than I
thought originally, young yet mature. I could see his lips were partched.

The young child squirmed below him. He couldn't move far as he was tethered
to the older boy. The young child looked at me and up toward the older
boy. He eyed me but seemed afraid to say anything to this stranger. He
reached up toward the older boy and said in his child voice that he was
thirsty and wanted water. The older boy glanced down and gave him a look of
stop talking and fidgeting. I looked up to the older boy and asked if he
needed water and could I give some to the little boy. He glanced down at me
at quietly, as to be undetected, said thank you sir but no. I noticed that
he too fidgeted as he stood magnificently in the burning sun. I suspected
he had to go to the bathroom and was trying to control it. The little
child's fidgeting didn't make that any easier. Finally, the little child
climbed up on the crate and began to lick the sweat off the older boy's
body.

"Water, daddy." He cried softly. The older body seemed to mumble something
to him that I didn't hear. The little boy didn't give up and held on to the
older boys leg and began to lick the older boys cock and balls. I was
appalled. Why wouldn't someone give the little child any water. The man who
was selling the youths, had glanced over several times and seemed angry at
the pair but he was busy helping a woman make her selection between two
teen boys farther down the row. One of those boys appeared to be Hispanic
and the other black. Both had gorgeous bodies, actually more muscular than
the boy I was observing and good sized cocks and balls similar to the
speciman near me.


Suddenly the little tyke opened his mouth and placed his lips on the bigger
boys cockhead and again asked about water. Whether it was the soft lips on
the cock or just by choice, the older boys wiggled a bit. It appeared he
didn't want the young child to be licking or sucking his cock. In only a
few moments, the wiggling older boy suddenly started to urinate. I think he
could not prevent it from happening. The little boy sucked down some of the
piss. When he had enough, he moved away but the older boy could not stop
and continued to let forth a stream of piss that hit the small boy's body
as he moved away and then continued to drain down toward the older boys
gorgeous feet and the top of the crate. He looked dejected and embarrassed
at what had happened.

"Thank you for the water", the young child said. The little child climbed
back off the box and picked up a small stone and began to play with it

I was appalled that the only water the child could get was from the older
boy's urine. I looked over to the merchant who was completing the sale of
the black young stud down the way. I motioned for him to come over. In the
meantime, several other couples came by and examined the young man. The one
said he smelled like piss and walked away. The other couple examined his
cock and balls and made him bend over so they could inspect his anus. "He's
not a virgin, I don't think" said the man. The woman looked at his anus and
seemed to agree. " I think I want a younger one," she said as they walked
around him. "Oh, look over there!" she exclaimed looking away toward a
young blond boy standing on a box a few feet away. Let's check him
out. "This one has been used but he is marked down", her male partner said
but the woman already was moving away toward the young blond boy. The boy
and his little child stood motionless and eventually stood erect again
realizing that their potential buyer had moved on.


The merchant came over and saw the urine puddle on the crate in front of
the boy. The sun was already drying the wetness on his feet. He took a
riding crop out and used it on the boys legs. "Damn, shit, he pissed
himself when I got customers". The rule was that the slave was supposed to
hold all urine and shit while on display unless the customer chose to see
them do these things to make sure "their plumbing" worked. That type of
inspection usually happened off of display crate.


"Sorry, Sir!", the young man said as he tried to regain his stance after
being struck.

"Don't hit my daddy!" the little child cried out. The merchant looked as if
he was going to strike the little boy too but I yelled at him to stop.


"I'm want to know the story behind these two and why the reduction in
price." I said sternly, stopping the man from hitting the child. The older
boy stood motionless and faced straight ahead.


The man looked at me slightly disgusted. You want to take him, pointing at
the older body, in the inspection room he asked. I said that I did and he
told the older boy to step down. The boy carefully stepped down to avoid
hitting the little guy. He bent over the little boy but seeing the
expression on the face of the merchant, did no more but stood straight and
tall. The merchant led the slave boy and his little boy, down a path to an
area that was enclosed with a curtain over the doorway. It looked like a
fitting room in a department store. We all went in. The merchant told the
older youth to take position which meant he was to stand tall, hands
clasped behind his head. The little boy scrambled to be close.


The owner said, " this one is 19. He was sold to us a week or so ago . the
deal I agreed to was that if you bought the boy, you got the little runt
with him. They were not to be separated. I don't know though, if he doesn't
sell soon, I may split them up. Seems nobody who wants him wants the little
kid. Guess having the kid around makes this one less useful as a sex toy or
whatever. Not very muscular but a nice set on him and a decent body. He's
been used though if you check his ass." He pointed to the youth's behind
and pushed him to bend over for inspection. The little boy cried when he
heard the words about separation.


I glanced at his ass. It looked fine to me, rather hot actually. The
merchant pushed a finger into the boy's ass, withdrew it and had the boy
lick it clean. He did so without protest but obviously wasn't happy about
it.

The merchant asked if I wanted to check him out further. I said that I
did. The merchant told me he would be back in a few minutes.


"Fuck him if you want or have him suck you off. I understand he is pretty
good", the merchant laughed as he exited the room.


Once gone, the youth finally looked at me but didn't take his hands off his
head. He started to bend over but I told him to stop. He again looked at me
questioningly. I told him he could take his hands from behind his head. He
thanked me and put his hands at his side.


I told him I wanted to know more about him. I wondered why the little boy
was with him.

I asked if the boy was really his son. As he looked at me, I handed him a
bottle of water.

His reaction was startling. He immediately got down on his knees, bent over
and kissed my feet.


"Thank you, Sir, for the kindness. I will tell you anything you ask. Thank
you, Sir!", he said.


He began his story mostly in short sentences. Slaves were not supposed to
speak to free men with more than a quick reply and only if they were asked.


He said the boy was his son. He had been a free boy himself and lived with
brothers and a sister. It seems his father was a drunk and had abused and
raped him when he was younger. He admitted that to avoid the beatings and
raping from his father and his older brothers' humiliations, he spent most
of his time away from home. Once on the streets, he got involved in drugs
and was usually high on one drug or another. I seems that he had a
girlfriend or least a girl he hung around with. She too was free. Although
he admitted he was gay and had sold himself on the streets to pay his drug
deals, one night he found himself fucking this girl. No precautions had
been taken and the girl got pregnant. Once her parents found out, they
deemed that the child would be put out for adoption upon birth. The young
man said he didn't want his own flesh and blood to be cast away . The
girl's parents could have cared less and allowed him to keep his child. The
boy shackled to his leg was in fact, that boy. The older youth returned
home and was allowed to keep the child for a brief period. As the child was
a baby, many people offered to help take care of him but once the child was
walking and getting bigger, the interest declined. The drunk father it
seems, no longer felt comfortable raping his youngest son, decided that
they would get rid of him and the child. Thus, he was sold into slavery
only a few months earlier.


It seems his first buyer wanted him as a fuck toy and found it
uncomfortable to have the little boy around making messes and just being a
child. He decided that his only recourse was to resell the youth at the
market. That happened just a week before. The instructions were that they
had to be sold together as even the first buyer didn't want to see them
separated once he realized how devoted the youth was to his son.

The youth drank the water I had given him, with passion but stopped to give
some to the little boy as well. Realizing I presented little danger to him,
he knelt down and caressed the boy and showed him affection. He stop up
suddenly as we both realized the merchant was returning.

"I'm not quite finished," I said as the man entered and the boy returned to
his straight position with hands behind his head. He had placed the water
bottle on the floor. The merchant noticed it and asked where it came
from. I told him it was mine and that I sat it down to inspect the youth.

"Ok, " he replied suspiciously, but they don't get any. They get watered
when they get fed later."  "How much you want for the pair?" I asked
changing the subject.

"I can let you have them for $2000" He replied. "Nobody seems to interested
in them anyway. Too bad, the kid's got nice balls and cock. Probably close
to 8 inches!" If you beef him up, he could make a good gardener, or
houseboy. I'd shave his pussy some more and shave off his body hair. You
could make him do anything pretty much. No real marks on him from
beatings."

He stepped close to the youth and played with his cock and squeezed his
balls. The boy offered a little moan, probably more to make the merchant
think he enjoyed it.


"See. A little hair on his pussy hole. I probably should have shaved it
myself. Maybe you could add some nice ball weights and a prince albert to
make sure he don't fuck nobody else and make anymore little runts like this
one," he remarked pointing at the small child.

"If he grows up looking like his daddy here, you might make a nice profit
selling him when he gets a few more years on him. I'd sell this one at
about 10 or 12. Lots of guys like to fuck tight little holes. Women like to
watch their little wieners get big as they mature."

I didn't reply but decided I better play his game and inspect the older boy
up close. He kind of turned me on in a way. I had all I could do to keep my
cock from getting any harder. I touched his cock and stroked it. Little
drops of precum appeared. The cock was circumsized and the head wa quite
nice and round and big.


" I can p.a. him for ya or do any other kind of tattoo or piercing you
like. I got a guy who does most of my work for me and will make him look
anyway you want." He offered.


I continued to stroke the youths balls and cock and reached behind and
stroked his hole.

He was a turn on. He was mostly tan all over. He had beautiful feet with
longer toes and looked manly yet youthful.


The youth stood still and allowed me to touch his smooth skin. His nipples
were not huge but nice sized and he had a slim but nice build. He said
nothing but seemed to enjoy my touch. I think I caught him look hopefully
toward me.


The little boy looked up and smiled at me as I touched his daddy all
over. I reached down and picked him up. He had a cute face, and his longish
blond color hair was a contrast to his dad's dark hair. His little penis
and balls were nice and I tickled him on the stomach.

He laughed as I jostled him about.


"I think I may consider taking them." I remarked. "Not sure I can swing the
money though. Times are tough, ya know". I lied.


I could tell the youth wanted me to take him. He was admiring my body. I
had chosen to go out in just shorts that morning so my bare smooth chest
was in view.. I put the little boy down. He came up to me and reached for
my crotch. His tiny hands rubbed my dick.

His daddy looked horrified and tired to step between us. As he did, he
lowered himself, still with hands behind hiss head and buried his face in
my crotch. I was a little taken aback. The merchant said go ahead. Let the
cocksucker suck my dick to see if he was any good.. I looked at the man and
down at the youth. I couldn't believe I would let anyone suck my cock with
an audience, especially a little kid. Obviously the kid had seen his daddy
suck cock before and said "yeah, daddy. Do it!" in a little voice.


The youth slowly took his hands from behind his back and placed them on my
hips. He looked up for approval and I nodded my head yes. He slid my shorts
down revealing my 7 in but very thick cock. He placed the tip in his mouth
and licked. His tongue was wonderful. He didn't use any hands but kept them
on my hips to steady himself. He licked a for few moments then began to
suck much harder, almost swallowing my whole cock. I was a wonderous
feeling! Maybe the best suck I ever had! His tongue worked its way up and
down and eventually to my balls. He seemed to savor them. There was a kind
and loving feeling about the way he sucked my cock. It was almost like a
baby sucking his mother's tit.


I began to feel the need to cum. I moaned and whispered that I was
coming. Instead of removing my cock from his mouth, he only began to pull
in closer and suck harder. I shot out what felt was a huge load into his
mouth. Once finished, I looked down to him still grasping his firm
shoulders. He looked up to me and smiled. Some of the cum he hadn't
swallowed came out of the sides of his mouth.


The merchant had observed the whole thing as did the little boy. The
merchant looked over and asked if he was any good, much like if I had tried
on a shirt at a store.


"Mmmmm, why yes he was!" I replied.


The youth continued to look up to me and said, "Sir, if it pleases you, I
would gladly take anything else you have to offer my humble self."

"He wants your piss , too, buddy. May as well give him a load then I don't
have to give him water later!"

I was appalled at the attitude of the man. The boy still looked longingly
up to me. From all my coffee and water earlier, I realized I did need to
piss. I looked down at him, he nodded to me and took my now softening cock
back into his mouth. I let out a stream of piss into his beautiful mouth. I
really didn't want to do it but he seemed to enjoy it and swallowed as I
pissed. Once finished he slid my cock out of his mouth.

"Sir, may I honor you with any other service you desire?' he asked.

"thank you, but that is enough for now." I quietly replied.

"Thank you for honoring me to enjoy your precious bodily fluids." He
replied.

He knelt down and again kissed my feet, licking each toe. The sensation was
wonderful.


"Well, what do you think?" the merchant asked as the boy stood up and
resumed his present position with hands behind his head. His gleaming body
showing signs of perspiration on his body.  There was no smell of sweat but
only young boy aromas.

The little child was playing with a stick he found in the corner. He had
apparently witnessed his father serve other men before and didn't seem to
pay any attention at all.

The youth looked over as if to check his son's behavior and well being. I
could tell that in spite of his situation, the youth loved and cared for
his child as best as he could. I recalled when he pissed in the young
child's mouth. I knew he didn't want to do it but had no way of avoiding
it. Of course, the child didn't seem to have minded at all.


I looked at the youth and the boy. I knew the youth was hopeful his days in
the marketplace would be over but he dared not say a word. He knew that if
I rejected him in spite of his best efforts to please me in the only way a
slave like him was able, there was nothing he could do or say. I felt pity
for his situation and yet love for him. I knew deep inside that he wanted
his child to have a better life than he but had no way to provide it.


I looked back toward the merchant and said, "If I decide today, when do I
get possession?"

The merchant replied that I could have him as soon as the paperwork was
done and he received his payment. I thought about it again for a few
seconds. The youth stood motionless and stared straight ahead. I will have
to see if I can get the money and come back I told the merchant. Although,
I hadn't rejected him, I believe he had heard this before only to be
rejected later. I could see a tear he was fighting to hold back, form in
his now glassed over eyes. He knew that he would be put back on the crates
to stand again waiting for someone who would take him and his child
although he knew that if it didn't happen soon, his son might be taken away
from him.


I felt pain as the young child was pulled over and resecured to the youth's
leg. The merchant shook his head and led them out of the room. I stood
there for a moment and finally decided that although I had no real need or
desire for a slave and no desire to have a young child in my home, I had to
save them.


I quickly left the room and told the merchant I would be back in fifteen
minutes. I needed the time to clear my mind a little and to get the
necessary money. I went to a nearby bank to check my account balances. I
was a little short of 2000 dollars and worried how could I get it. Before
the bank and the marketplace shut down for the day. I then realized that I
might pay by credit card.


I hurried back to the market. To find the stall. The youth was already
standing back on his crate, the young child secured to his leg.  Two women
were sizing him up when I got back. My stomach turned as I realized that
they might buy him before I could. They paid little attention to the small
child but were feeling the youth's body.


"Nice big cock he has." The one was saying. "Good sized balls too!"  The
other woman agreed and were looking for the merchant who appeared.

"We only want the big stud boy" We have no interest in the child. How much
if we leave the kid and only take the young man?"

I could see terror in the face of the youth. The second woman was now
probing his ass.

He was bending over for her to get a better look. I could see her stick a
rubber gloved finger in his ass. He seemed to recoil at the invasion.


"Stand still, boy. I want to see how big your hole opens." She said.

The merchant was approaching and I knew if I didn't act fast, the fate of
the two might be sealed and I would have lost out.


I almost ran up to the merchant pushing my way in front of the first woman.

"I'll take them both!" I shouted. "Can you take a credit card?'  The women
looked at me with disdain. "These damn free faggots should get in line .

Look how he is pushing us out of the way!"

The merchant turned to me and said yes he took credit cards but the women
now had first choice.


" I said, we don't want the little rascal. How much for just the youth?"

Sensing my desire to take them I think, the merchant told the women that
right now it was both or none. I have many other hot stud boys for you to
consider that only are individuals he told them. They looked a little
surprised but turned their attention at several other boys on crates.

I quickly said to the merchant that I wanted both.  He said sold. I could
see a slight smile appear on the youth's face but I choose not to make eye
contact.


We went into the office after the merchant attached a sold sign around the
youth's balls.

The paperwork to register them both as my slaves took some time. The credit
card sale went through quickly.


The merchant told me it would be about an hour to get them ready. I asked
what he had to do. He explained that the law required that s silver band
had to be installed around each boy's ball sac with my name and their
numbers. Just like a dog tag, he smirked. I really didn't want to have them
banded but he said it was the law. The paperwork was disgusting as it
clearly said they had placed themselves in "voluntary servitude" of course
that was a lie. The little child had no idea what was going on and the
youth had been sold not volunteered for this. I protested but the merchant
told me that was how it was. Take it or leave it. I took it. He asked about
additional piercings or tattoos for either one. I declined. He wanted to
brand their arms with their numbers or registration but I protested and
said I didn't want my property defaced. He wanted to argue but was happy he
had the sale. I guess the non-removable bands on their balls will suffice
he said. A lead leash was attached to the youth again and the small child
was attached to his father. He had cried when the band was placed on his
small ball sack. It was too big for him but the merchant said it would fit
better when the boy got older.


I was told to never try to remove the bands as the government strictly
prohibited that and that if ever found without it, they could be imprisoned
or put to death as runaway slaves.

The youth didn't seem to mind the bands. Wrapped around the top of his ball
sack, they actually made him even more hot. The "checkout" of my purchase
also included blood test for both. A nurse or doctor ,maybe neither but a
person dressed like one, checked both for AIDS, HIV and any other STD
known. The little child did not want to be poked with a needle. His daddy,
made to stand across the room, wasn't able to comfort him. The child
screamed and wiggled. I could see in the youth's face concern but he wasn't
allowed to move so went over and picked the child up to comfort him. That
helped a little but he really wanted his daddy. The nurse seemed to enjoy
inspecting the youth's ass, balls and cock. I saw him insert several
fingers into his hole. Of course, no lube was used to ease it. I cautioned
him to not damage my property. I could hardly believe I had said that
thinking that this was a young man and not some machine.


"Got a nice set of balls on him. Pretty good sized cock too!" the nurse
exclaimed. You going to use him to stud, physical work or just household
stuff?" he asked. The youth stood there, hearing it all but not reacting.
Not that his reaction would have mattered anyway. It was clear, in the
short time he had been made from a free male to a slave, he had learned
quickly the slave's role and was prepared to deal with it. I thought how
could a man such as his father have abused him and then sold him. What kind
of person does that?  "He will be a household servant," I replied quietly.


Pronouncing him and the little child " clean", I was handed an envelope
with the paperwork on both.  I was asked if I wanted his leash attached to
his balls or his neck collar. I chose the neck collar, actually not wanting
either. I did notice that the band around his balls had a ring to
accommodate a leash also. The little child had a small "puppy collar"
placed around his neck and a leash attached to it. I knew that wouldn't
stay on long as the child obviously couldn't walk all the way and be pulled
along by the chain, but I decided there was no point arguing with them.


The merchant came by as we were leaving. My youth now with his lead leash
and all saw him. As we walked up to him, the youth dropped to his knees and
kissed the mans shoes.

He asked if might speak. I nodded yes and he thanked the man for selling
him to someone who would take his son as well. The merchant looked a little
surprised but stumbled out a response saying he was welcome. With that, we
began to leave the marketplace. Me in the lead holding the leash, my
youthful slave behind me and his child tethered to his leg, running along.
Once we were out of the marketplace, I stopped and told the slave to pickup
his child and carry him the ten or twelve blocks to my house. He was happy
to oblige and scooped the child into his arms. It was a beautiful sight to
see my naked slave boy carrying his young child held close to him as we
went down the street. The slave boy's big cock and balls were swinging as
we walked. A beautiful sight indeed!