Modern Slave Trade (Part 2)

A bright light woke Mike up in mid-slumber. He covered his eyes from the bright light. Then he heard a door swing open.

"Mike, get up. There is someone here who would like to see you."

Mike rolled over and sat up . The light was no longer in his eyes, but his eyes could not seem to adjust. Finally he could see shapes and could make out 3 figures in his cell. Then he recognized Marc and Bruno. With them was a slender woman in her early thirties. With short brunette hair in a severe cut and glasses, she looked like a librarian.

"Stand up Mike."

Mike got up without even thinking. While somewhat unsteady, he did stand. Only then did he realize that he had his regular morning hardon. He turned red and folded his hands in front of his crotch.

"It's good to see he is not damaged, at least. I do not like them once they are missing their parts, Marc."

"Yes, I realize that, Ms. Klein."

"And you know I have purchased all of my toys here. Since you have only the best. Yes, this one is very good. What does he look like without his clothing?"

"Mike, please show Ms. Klein how you look naked."

Mike looked panicked for a second, before he reluctantly removed his tee-shirt and boxers. He still was half hard as Ms. Klein examined his form.

"Come here." Mike obeyed and stood in front of her. She felt his arms, shoulders, chest and upper back before he was completely hard. "I see this one enjoys being a toy. That is good." She then felt his cock and balls with her cold hands. "Uncut... never had one uncut before. A good change, I should think. Bend over." He did and she felt his tight cheeks. "Yes, I like this one. What is the price?"

"He is a prime example. $100,000."

"Well then. If I were to take 2, is there any negotiating with his price?"

"Of course, Ms. Klein. I could sell him for $75,000 if you were to take another premium boy. Or if you chose a standard quality boy, I would sell the standard for half-price."

"No Marc, I will only have premium boys. Which premium boys do you have?"

"Let me show you my personal favorite. He is the one you were thinking of last time you were in. Bruno, get that one washed up and ready to go. You didn't need any alterations done here, did you?"

"No, I want them intact. I usually sell them after a month or so anyways."

"Of course. Now this is Jeff, you remember him?" Marc asked as he flipped on the lights to Jeff's cell.

Bruno led Mike away as Ms. Klein and Marc looked at Jeff.

While Mike was showering, Jeff was thrown in.

"Chose you too, eh?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. Well at least she didn't want us modified."

"What do you mean?"

"When they took Tyler, the guy from your cell before you, they had him castrated."

Mike was visibly paled. "You're kidding."

"No. It is common for slaves, I guess. Ms. Klein just seems to like guys intact. I just hope that is a good thing."

"It must be good considering the options."

"Well, you mean if she wants to use us as sex toys, then that seems to be a lot better. But what if she wants to have some toys to torture? She did say she only keeps slaves for a month or so. That does not seem to be a good sign."

"Oh god."

"OK boys, get in the van," Bruno ordered. "We use this one to make sure you make it to your new owner's place. What they do once you get there is up to them. Now I would suggest behaving, if I was you. But that's the last piece of advice you'll get from me. Now let's get going."

The inside of the van was completely dark and had no opening to the driver's area and no handle to its only door in the rear. The two slaves held each other out of fear and to keep warm. After perhaps half an hour, the van stopped and the slaves could hear a door slam. Then the rear door opened. Bruno stood waiting. "Let's go."

They were escorted to the entrance of a large contemporary home. Ms. Klein opened the door. "Thank you Bruno. I have it from here. Boys, step inside."

Mike and Jeff stepped through the doorway, their eyes lowered. They heard the door close behind them.

"Now strip. You won't need clothes here. You are my toys, to do with as I please. I don't like relationships with men. They have their own agendas, messy and untrustworthy. You are therefore to be the men in my life. You are the right age to be sexually ready when I need you. And you shall keep this place clean at all times. I have a room for you in the basement. That is where you shall be when you are not housekeeping or pleasuring me. To make sure you do as I require, the outer fence is electrified to prevent escape. And so, you might as well do as I want to avoid unfortunate consequences, such as being sold. Not many slaveholders are as kind as I. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," both boys responded in unison.

"Then get out of those clothes. And throw them out." The boys began shedding their clothes. "And get up to my room when you are done. I want to enjoy my new purchases." She disappeared up the stairway.

Mike pulled his boxers over his hard cock. "Jeff, you ever been with a girl?"

Jeff was just stepping out of his boxers, "No, you?"

"Nope."

They walked into the kitchen looking for a trashcan. They found one under the sink. "Guess it's time to see what it's like."

"I guess," Mike responded.

They headed upstairs where they found only one room with a large bed in the center. "Nice of you to join me. Now come here." They walked towards here and stood by the side of the bed. "Lie down." Once they were on the bed, she separated them a little and sat on her knees between the boys. Now, hold still. She pulled handcuffs out from under the pillows and handcuffed Jeff's right hand to Mike's left hand, but she looped it around the bedpost first so that they couldn't move too far. Then she handcuffed their free hands directly to the bed posts. Finally, she cuffed one of Mike's legs, looped the chain around the footboard before cuffing his other foot. She repeated this for Jeff. "Looks like you're a little bigger. What was your name again?"

"Jeff."

"Well then, you can go second, once, Mike was it?" Mike nodded. "Once Mike warms me up." She looked down at Mike's crotch, almost as if she were speaking to it and murmured, "never had one uncut before. This should be fun."

She straddled Mike's ribs and sat back, her ass brushing his virgin nuts. She looked him in the face and whispered, "last as long as you can." With that, she lifted his virginal penis up off his body and lowered himself onto it. His face grimaced as the pleasure mounted in his young cock almost driving him over the edge instantly, but somehow he controlled himself and she began to slowly rock herself back and forth, causing his tool to pump in and out of her. He tried to spread his legs to impale her himself, but his legs were virtually bound together with how the cuff's chain was looped around the base of the bed. He was completely helpless but to lay back and have his penis be pumped into his new owner. Jeff was watching as his friend was brought off by their new mistress and his own cock was as hard as possible. He watched Mike's face as he struggled to control his own orgasm, but after just a few more seconds, his ass was lifted off the bed as he tried to thrust into her as the biggest orgasm of his young life racked his body. He lied back, panting, as she lifted herself from his glistening prick and straddled his friend.

"He wasn't bad, but now I won't stop until I am done. So you should hold back better than he did. I know from the past, my slaves have not liked being manipulated after they cum. Just something to keep in mind." With that she lowered herself onto her second slave. Jeff had just watched Mike be fucked by this same mistress and was ready to shoot before she began to impale herself with his dick. After mere seconds, he couldn't hold back and thrust once shooting shot after shot into her hot sex. As promised, she did not even change tempo after his huge orgasm. What had just seconds before been enormously enjoyable had suddenly become almost painful. After a few minutes, though, Jeff was feeling ready to fuck again, and was starting to enjoy the rocking she was giving him. He could tell that she was getting close by her increased breathing and low moans. Just then he felt her orgasm. Her pussy contracted around him in a way he had never imagined and it triggered him to shoot again. She climbed off him and lay down between them. Jeff's balls ached from the milking, but Mike's cock was ready for action.

She got up and untied the boys. "Night boys. See you tomorrow. Remember to clean up the place." They stumbled downstairs and into the basement to find their new room. They stumbled into a storage room before they finally found a room with two cots and a bathroom. They lied down, Jeff almost fell asleep instantly, interrupted only by Mike, "That was awesome. I so could go at it again."

"Shit man, I am so beat. My balls actually hurt from cumming so much."

"Really? Sorry to hear that. Um, remember in the showers, when you know."

"Yeah."

"It felt incredible. Think you could..."

"Dude, I just want to sleep."

"Oh, sorry," Mike responded obviously disappointed.

"OK, fine, I'll jerk you off. But then I just want to sleep."

"You're the best."

"Just get on your hands and knees." Mike did so, his cock hanging down below him. "I hope you appreciate this." Jeff pushed his own penis between Mike's asscheeks and reached down and stroked him with his right hand which massaging his balls with his left. Mike started to groan and bucked his hips causing Jeff's dick to harden. It didn't take long for Mike to shoot his load, but Jeff was left with a hardon.

"Dude, thank you so much."

"Yeah, whatever."

They both tried to sleep, but Jeff went to sleep with aching balls.