Modern Slave Trade (Part 1)

The glare from the glassy sand nearly blinded Marc even through his deaply tinted Oakleys. Marc had just turned 20 and his short blonde hair was cut into a trendy cut. A defined body was bulging his white tee-shirt just enough to garner the attention of the entire beach. Of course, Marc didn't notice at all.

"Mr. Richards, what is your current position?" he called into the headset.

"I am currently located just South of your current position by 400 meters, Sir."

"Excellent, I shall rendez-vous in approximately 6 minutes."

Marc continued at his current pace. A small building came into view. Marc found the entrance which was a locked wooden door. He knocked and John let him inside, revealing several wicker chairs and a kitchen beyond.

"Gentlemen, what exactly is going on here?" Marc asked as he shut the door.

"Sir, I was doing as you instructed."

"No, your instructions were to find boys that shall not be missed. A boy whose family owns a beach house does not qualify. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir, but this boy is hiding here. The owners are away."

"I see. Well done then, Mr. Richards. You are dismissed."

The twenty-something weightlifter left the building quietly.

"What is your name?"

The boy did not respond, but instead stared at the ground.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No."

"I see. Then do you have a place to stay? Maybe something warm to eat?"

"No."

"And if I could guarantee those things, would you be happy?"

For the first time, the boy looked up at this strange man. "Yes."

"Then come with me...?"

"Mike."

"Then come with me Mike." Marc led the boy down the steps and back up the beach towards the parking lot, hazy in the Summer sun. He opened the door to a silver Mercedes E-320. "Please, have a seat." The boy climbed in and Marc shut the silver door before taking the driver's seat himself. The silver sedan climbed the green hill and onto the California highway.

The silver sedan pulled into a private driveway guarded by a huge security gate and a wall encircling the compound. The gate slid open without Marc doing anything. A security camera was looking into the vehicle from the driver side. On the right was a small stable and a house was ahead. Marc pulled the vehicle to a stop in the driveway. A young man, maybe 18 or so, came to the Mercedes and opened the door for Marc.

"Afternoon, Sir."

"Afternoon Jeremy. Please escort our friend here to a room in the house and get him something more respectable to wear."

"Yes, Sir." Jeremy, a dark-haired boy, perhaps 5'10" and dressed in a blue dress shirt and khaki shorts, led Mike into the house. Marc disappeared into the stables.

"So, tell me how did Marc find you? Were you another homeless boy?"

"Well, kinda. I ran away from home. Why? Does he take in lots of boys?"

"Not a lot, but some."

"Oh. So this is a house for runaways?"

"Pretty much. This is your room." Jeremy opened the door to reveal a small room with a twin bed in the center and a small dresser. "There is a bathroom through that door there. Dinner is at 6:00. There should be something that fits in the dresser there and in the closet. Take a shower and I'll see you at 6:00."

Mike looked at the clock on the bedside table which read 5:15. Mike started shedding clothes and headed into the bathroom to get ready.

Marc entered the stable through the main entrance and was greeted by a center corridor flanked by stalls on either side, each of which consisted of a reinforced glass window and a metal door with a small cot and a toilet and sink. Each stall also had a notepad with notes on its occupants. The first stall read:

Jeff Reiter

age: 15 yrs.

height: 5'8"

weight: 158 lbs.

entry date: 6/25

sale date:

buyer:

price: $100,000.

Jeff was remarkably attractive, and Marc idly thought about keeping him for himself, but quickly dismissed the thought. Instead, He walked along and examined the other 15 stalls. There were still 2 empty, but soon, there would be only one.

Jeremy came to Mike's room promptly at 6:00 and opened the door. Mike was just putting his shirt on. "Good choice on clothes Mike. Now let's go." Jeremy led the unsuspecting boy to the dinner table where Marc was waiting with several large men, one of whom Mike remembered from the beach. Looking around the boy was intimidated by the sheer strength of the men at the table.

"Ah Mike. Welcome. Please, have a seat." Marc motioned to an empty seat which Mike took reluctantly.

"Now Mike, please help yourself to anything," Marc said indicating the silver platters of food. "Do you take red or white wine?"

"Um, I'm not sure." Mike looked around the table and only Marc was having wine, red wine. "Red, I guess."

"Ah, a man with good taste." A servant poured Mike a glass of wine. "Now Mike, we should discuss a few things about your stay here. First, you will need a full physical. I have that scheduled for 10:00 tomarrow morning. Second, you will need to move to the guest quarters. Any questions?"

"I guess not."

"Good." Dinner progressed with the occasional conversation, but nearly quiet.

"Well, thank you all for such a lovely evening. Now I think I will retire. Jeremy, would you and Bruno please escort our guest to his new quarters?"

"Yes, Sir."

Jeremy and the huge Bruno helped the tipsy Mike to his feet and helped him to stagger out to the stable. They entered the metal building with only overhead lights in the corridor, making seeing inside the stalls nearly impossible. The drunken boy was shown into stall #2. He simply collapsed onto the cot and slept.

Light filtered into the cell awakening the dark-haired youth. Groggily, he tried to sit up, but even the slightest motion caused hit head to erupt in pain. Looking around, he found a window by his feet looking onto a hallway and a similar room on the other side. To his left lay a sink and then a toilet. On the wall with a window by his feet there was also a metal door and on the far left wall a small locker. The ceiling was sloped so that the wall was about 10' on the inside wall and maybe 6' at the outside. There were also windows on the upper portion of the inside wall looking onto the corridor.

"Shit," he mumbled under his breath. He dragged himself to the toilet and relieved the pressure on his bladder. Then he washed his hands and his face and examined himself in the mirror above the sink. He swore again. Mike walked to the window and examined the corridor. There was a high ceiling with inset lights and windows about 25 feet from the floor. Examining the door, he realized there was no handle on the inside.

"OK, I have got to get out of here," Mike thought to himself. "I can't break the window since it's reinforced with wire." He thought back to 6th grade when he was playing baseball with his friends and Logan had hit a ball into a reinforced glass window. It had shattered the glass, but it was held together by the wire.

Just then, Mike noticed the notepad outside the cell across from his. He could barely read the small writing from 6' away, but he could make out enough to distinguish, "price: $100,000." "Shit. He is going to try to sell me into slavery?"

A man dressed in a shirt and tie with a white lab coat entered the corridor escorted by Bruno from the night before and stopped at Mike's cell. The door swung open and Bruno entered followed by the doctor.

"Good morning," the doctor said as he glanced down at his clipboard, "Mike. I am Dr. Johnson. I am here to perform a physical. Please take your shirt off."

Dr. Johnson was a slight man, probably in his early thirties with a slightly mouse-like appearance with his pointy nose and round glasses.

"Fuck you," Mike spat back.

Bruno moved instantly, faster than a man that big looked like he should, and grabbed the boy by the neck, pushing a pressure point with his right thumb. Instantly Mike's body contorted and he fell to his knees and tried to fend off the attack and cry all at once. Bruno released the boy. "Now take off your shirt."

Mike removed his shirt and threw it on the floor.

"Now please sit on the bed," Dr. Johnson asked. Mike did as he was asked and the doctor put a stethoscope to his chest and back. "Now please take your pants off." This time, Mike looked between the doctor and Bruno, before reluctantly dropping his pants. "Your boxers as well, Mike." Soon the 14 year old was naked in front of two men. The doctor examined his slight shoulders, his small chest, his slightly rippling midsection and his small 2.5" penis and walnut-sized testicles with a small patch above the uncut penis. "Turn your head to the side and cough please." The doctor also rolled the testicles around in their sack. "OK, everything looks good down there Mike. Do you masturbate yet?"

Mike turned bright red and stared at the ground. "Mike, answer me, do you masturbate yet?"

A weak, "yes," was all Mike was capable of.

"I need a sperm sample to make sure everything is OK. Please masturbate in this cup. I will be back in 15 minutes."

Bruno and the doctor disappeared down the hall, leaving Mike alone. Mike did nothing for a few minutes before he finally decided he had better fill the cup. Despite his fear, he got hard almost instantly and imagined Amanda, a girl from his high school before he ran away with large breasts and red hair. He continued to pump his now 5" penis, his foreskin flying over his glans. After just a few minutes, he pumped his hips and shot 4 squirts of almost clear liquid into the waiting cup.

Just as he finished the door opened and Dr. Johnson and Bruno entered again. "We were just waiting for you to finish. Thank you, Mike. You were very cooperative. Bruno will make sure you get washed up, I'm sure." The doctor took the cup of Mike's cum and left him with the huge Bruno.

"Let's get you into the shower. Here's how we do things here. You stand right outside the door to your cell while I get your shower mate. You eat, exercise and shower in pairs. That way it doesn't take forever. So it looks like you and Jeff will get to be good friends. If you do like I say, everything will be fine, and you might even get a reward. If you don't do as you are told, you will not like the results. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now stand right here," Bruno motioned to a spot in the corridor just outside of his cell.

"But I am naked."

"You will always leave in the morning naked. Now do as I say."

Mike took his place in the hallway naked. Bruno opened the door to the cell across the hall. A 15 year old boy with almost black hair threw his clothes off. His features were very well defined and was very German looking with brilliant blue eyes and a small and muscular body. His cut penis was half-hard as he left his cell.

"Now let's go boys," Bruno said as he followed the boys down the hallway into an open door at the end of the hallway with a small eating area. Jeff led the way into a shower area which Mike followed him into. The door shut behind them.

The shower room was a simple affair with a wall with 4 nozzles on it, a single door and a single drain in the center of the room. While there were no dividers, there were soap dispensers between the nozzles.

"Hi, my name is Jeff. You must have just got here, right?"

"Yeah. I'm Mike. How long have you been here?"

"A month or so." He turned the furthest shower nozzle on and stepped under it. "The guy that used to be in your cell was just sold a few days ago."

"How long was he here?"

"About 4 months. You gonna shower?"

"Oh, yeah." Mike started to turn the shower on as far from Jeff as possible on.

"You know it is hard to talk with you so far away."

"Um, yeah, I guess. Just not a lot of privacy here."

"Dude, I can see into your cell at any time. And it's not like we get to talk to anyone all that often."

"I guess." Mike shut off his shower and took the one next to Jeff.

"Hey Mike, you wanna wash my back?"

"What? No, I don't get off like that."

"Oh sorry. Just this may be the last time you get to enjoy anything for your own enjoyment."

"No, dude. I'd rather not."

Mike finished his shower and stepped out. Bruno called out, "Good. You're done. Here's a towel. Clean clothes are over here and some breakfast too."

Mike stepped out and dried off quickly, threw the supplied tee-shirt and boxers on and sat down to his scrambled eggs with toast. Soon, Jeff stepped out and followed suit. When both boys had finished their breakfasts, Bruno led them back to their cells.

Mike sat on his bed watching Jeff through the window. Jeff waved. Mike waved back. Jeff pulled his prick through the fly in his boxers and began to stroke it. Mike looked away and tried to ignore the show. Then Mike wondered, "Did he watch me jerk off this morning? Is this just payback?" Out of boredom, he watched the attractive youth pleasure himself. Soon, Mike was hard too and so Jeff and Mike watched each other masturbate. Jeff shot his load first, but Mike wasn't far behind. Mike fell asleep sexually exhausted and confused since he had gotten off watching another boy.

Mike was woken up by Bruno. "Let's go boy. Time for exercise and dinner." He and Jeff were herded into the same break room as before, but this time, to the right into a walled outdoor room with a basketball hoop. "Whoever wins, gets dessert."

Once Bruno disappeared back inside, Jeff asked, "Hey Mike, what do you say we up the stakes a little?"

"How so?"

"If I win, we can play in the shower after this."

"And if I win?"

"What do you want?"

"I don't know."

"Well?" After a few seconds of silence. "A free kick to my balls?"

"Why would I want to hurt you?"

"For watching you jerk off into Doc Johnson's cup?"

"Fine. But I still don't want to hurt you."

The boys vied for control on the court. Mike had been on the Freshman team in High School, though was nowhere near the best on the team. Jeff was just used to playing more pickup games. After a few minutes, the score was 10-14, Jeff's lead. Mike managed to keep Jeff out of the zone and score 2 himself bringing it to 12-14. Then Bruno called them in.

"Shit, and I was just starting to catch up."

"Yeah, too bad for you. No dessert for you."

"OK guys, hit the showers."

In the showers, Jeff said, "We need to turn on all the showers, so he doesn't know what we are up to."

"Huh?"

"Just do it." Once all the showers were on, Jeff said, "Now, my reward. Come here."

"I've never done anything like this before. I'm not sure what you want me to do."

"Don't worry about it. Just come here."

Jeff held Mike tight and slid his 6" cock between Mike's asscheeks, rubbing it in the warm groove. Jeff also reached around and stroked Mike's uncut 5". Mike started to get into it as his tender maleness was stroked by the first person besides himself. Both boys were bucking their hips and Mike shot his load first 3 shots all over Jeff's pumping hand. Jeff shot almost as soon as Mike's first shot left his cock, his own cum landing all over Mike's lower back. Both boys began to giggle as they finished showering. They left the showers and got changed and though they exchanged looks over dinner, Mike was even more confused about his sexual identity. Bruno then sent them off to bed. Mike spent the last 2 hours of light wondering about whether he was bi, since he had enjoyed the shower so much. Finally he fell asleep.