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"Sander, do you remember meeting my old college buddy Ben Toeber?", dad asked as he entered an address into the autopilot of our car and punched the "GO" button.
"No I don't think I do," I replied as the car started to roll. I thought that dad's question was somewhat odd. I had not met many of dad's friends. Some fathers take their kids to work, and everywhere, just to show them off. But not my dad. Often times it was as if my dad wanted to keep me hidden away so people would not know he even had a son. I never knew why he did this. It was not as if I was ugly, stupid, or anything like that. Far from it. People were always going on about how I was too pretty to be a boy and how smart I was and that sort of thing.
"Well it's no surprising that you don't remember him," Dad said. "You were only five the last time you saw him. We visited him at his house and he played with you in the swimming pool."
Suddenly an old memory came back to me. "Do you mean that really rich guy with the big house?" I asked. “I do remember. He was really nice."
"I'm glad you liked him," dad said. "He was quite taken with you. How'd you like to see him again?"
"That would be great. However, the last time we saw him was like six years ago. Would he even remember us?"
"He remembers us very well. I phoned him last night and he invited us to his office. That is where we are going right now. Ben is a talent agent. If you make a good impression on him, and I can't imagine why you would not, he might offer you a job."
"Do you mean an acting job like Peter Tanner got?"
"Peter Tanner?" dad asked. He did not know who I was talking about.
"Peter is the boy in my class who did the cat food commercial on TV," I explained. "Now he acts like he's some sort of big Hollywood star and we should be asking for his autograph."
"Sander, Ben might offer you a job that pays much better than a cat food commercial," dad said. "And you know we could use the money."
Didn't I though. Dad worked hard as a freelance writer but things were often tight. Maybe that was the reason why he always seemed to distant. Perhaps if I could help with the household expenses it might bring us closer. It would be nice if we could spend more time together. As it was, my dad seemed sort of like a stranger.
And money aside, it would be nice to get an acting job even better than the one Peter got with Kitty Fritters Cat Food. Do not get me wrong. I liked Peter. However, the acting went to his head and I sure would not mind showing him up by getting to act in an even better commercial.
Our car parked itself in the underground parking lot of a very large and fancy office building. I do not know if cars have feelings or not but if ours did I will bet it was not feeling too good right about then. Surrounded by all the shinny new fancy cars our old rust bucket looked like an escapee from the junkyard. I patted its door after we stepped out just to let it know that I still loved it dents and all.
A robot greeted us and asked how "he" could help. Dad told the robot "I'm James Gobin and this is my son Sander. We are here to see Ben Toeber".
The robot said, "Yes Mr. Gobin, Mr. Toeber is expecting you. Follow me and I'll take you to him."
The robot lead us up a lift and the next thing I knew we were entering a huge office. You should have seen this place. It must have been on the five hundredth floor. The walls were all floor to ceiling windows about 12 feet high. Talk about posh. Ben Toeber must use thousand credit bills just to blow his nose. Then there he was the same guy I remembered from the swimming pool all those years ago. He walked up to my dad and hugged him as if they were old friends, which I guess is just what they were.
"Jimmy it's so good to see you again," he said. "And this young man must be Sander," he said as he turned to me. "He's stunning. Sander, the last time I saw you, you were only five. Even then you where beautiful but now... Well I can see that you are going to break quite a few hearts."
I smiled not really knowing what to say. Last time I had seen Mr. Toeber I had been so much younger that I did not even bother to wear a swimsuit in his pool. I just went in naked and he carried me around the "deep" end, which I loved. I offered him my hand and managed to get out, "It's good to see you again Mr. Toeber." I was just a bit embarrassed as I wondered if he remembered that I had been naked that day.
"Sander, please call me Ben," he said. "I know this is more than a bit uncomfortable for you but there is no reason why we can't be friends. I'd like it if we were friends, okay?"
"Okay," I responded. After all there is nothing like having friends and if your friends happen to be rich so much the better. However, why did he say that this was "uncomfortable" for me?
The three of us sat down and Ben and my dad talked about the old days when they were both boys and the things they did back then. Finally, dad said, "Ben about the transaction we talked about, I really do need the money."
"Of course I understand Jimmy," Ben said. "And don't worry, after seeing Sander again I'm more interested than ever. I just did not want to be crass by bringing up business too soon. If both you and Sander would like to sign a one-year contract, I will have one million credits deposited into your bank account by nightfall. Another one million credits will be placed in a trust fund I have established for Sander. He will have access to those funds when he turns 21. In addition to that Sander will get a full four year college scholarship."
I could not believe what I was hearing. "But that's so much money!" I gasped. "My dad and I would be rich!"
"It is a good deal of money," Ben said. "But believe me Sander, you are worth every cent. You see I only manage the finest boys. And you, my young friend are the finest. You must know that you are beautiful."
"What if we wanted a two year contract?" dad asked.
"If that's what both Sander and you would like I'll double the money," Ben said. "I'll also enlarge the scholarship to cover grad school. Sander could become a Doctor or a lawyer."
All of this was too good to be true. It must be some sort of joke. Perhaps we were being filmed for one of those reality TV shows. "But I have no experience," I said. "How do you know that I'll be any good?"
"Believe me Sander, no experience is a good thing," Ben said. "I have trainers to teach you everything you'll need to know. You are going to be fantastic."
"Wow!" I said. "This is better than the TV commercial Peter Tanner did!"
"What TV commercial?" Ben asked.
"The one for Kitty Fritters Cat Food," I replied. "Have you seen it?"
"I don't thing so," Ben responded. I could tell by his tone of voice that something was wrong. I had said the wrong thing but I did not know what it was that was wrong.
"Jimmy perhaps you could step out for a moment so Sander and I could talk alone," Ben said. I could see my dad was reluctant to leave but since Ben was offering too much money, he did not want to ruffle his feathers.
After dad was out of the room, Ben turned to me and said, "Sander I don't want to scare you. You and your dad are free to walk away at any time."
"Why would I want to walk away?" I asked.
"Because I'm not a talent agent," Ben said. "We aren't talking about you becoming an actor, at least not the sort of actor you are thinking of. Not a mainstream actor. Sander I am a slave trader. What we have been talking about is me buying you as a slave for one or two years. If you and your dad signed the contract, I would own you for that period of time. If I sold the contract to someone else, he would become your new owner. He would become your new master. However, you will become a free boy once the contract expires. At that time, you would still have your trust fund and your college education paid for. No one could touch that. So the deal is do you want to give up a year or two of your freedom in exchange for a whole lot of money and a full college scholarship? Your dad wants to sign so it is all up to you. You can say 'yes', or you can say 'no'."
I just sat there in silence for a few moments. I could not believe what I was hearing. It took a while for it to all sink in. Then I asked, "Ben, if I were your slave what would you do with me?"
"Sander this is what I do for a living," Ben replied. "I would want to get the maximum return from my investment. I would place you at a brothel where clients would use you sexually. They would pay me to sleep with you. You are such a beauty that it's my guess that after a few months you'd catch the eye of a very rich client who might want to buy you for his own and he'd spend the next year or two treating you like his son. Just think Sander, it would be like a year long vacation where you would be the pampered son of a billionaire. He would spoil you with love and attention. And once you grew too old for him, the two of you would part as friends and he would buy a younger boy to take your place. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"He'd treat me as his son," I said. "Except that he'd do things to me in bed. Right?"
"Right Sander," Ben said. "But as of now you are still a free boy and will remain one unless you sign the contract and no one will force you to sign."
All this explained a lot. I always wondered why my dad was not closer to me. I could see now that he did not want the emotional bond. If he allowed himself to love me, it would only make it that much harder to sell me and if he did not sell me, he would miss all that money.
I could not help myself. I started you cry. Ben saw my tears and so he lifted me into his lap and held me. He held me the way I always wished my dad would hold me. It was so very strange. I mean Ben was a slave trader. He wanted to buy and sell me and turn a profit in doing so to pay for his big a$$ house and his big a$$ office. Yet for all that, I enjoyed being held by him. He comforted me.
"Don't worry little Sander," Ben said softly. "And don't cry. It will be okay. I will tell your father that it was all a mistake. You were never meant to be a slave. What's more, I carry a lot of weight with the other slave traders. I will put the word out that you and I are friends and I want you left a free boy. Anyone who buys you will have me as his or her enemy and so no one will buy you. You have nothing to fear."
"You'd do all that for me?" I asked drying my tears.
"Sure I would Sander," Ben said with a smile. "I may be only a slave trader but even a slave trader can do the decent thing now and then. Once you have pulled yourself together, I will call your dad and have him take you home. Then you can forget that any of this ever happened."
I did not really know why but I did not want Ben to give me back to my dad. Not so soon anyway. I wanted to spend more time with Ben. "Ben," I asked. "Can I spend the next few days with you?"
"Why would you want to do that?" he asked.
"I don't know. But I think maybe I would like to meet some of the boys you own. If they seem happy, maybe I could let you buy me. That is if you still want me."
"Sure I want you Sander. I will tell you what; my personal flyer is parked on the roof of this building. I have plans to spend the afternoon and evening at San Carlos. San Carlos is a privately owned island about a hundred miles off the coast. There is a resort on this island where I board some of my boys. Clients come there to relax, unwind and spend time with the boys. Why don't you and your dad join me for the day on San Carlos? It would be fun! You could see what it's like and talk with some of my boys. You could talk with them away from any adults to get the straight story."
I wanted to go with Ben. I had never been in a personal flyer before and I wanted to see what it was like. I also wanted to see what the other boys were like. I had never met a slave before. But I was a bit scared. What would happen to me on this strange island? "Will any of the clients try to do anything to me?" I asked.
"No!" Ben replied firmly. "Everyone will know that you are a free boy and not for sale or rent. No one will lay a hand on you."
"Let's find my dad and go," I said.
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Ben's personal flyer was the size of a large mobile home. It was bigger than the apartment my dad and I shared. Inside it was set up like a luxury yacht. Ben had everything you could think of in it, he even had a human servant. She was a very pretty woman named Amy who I guessed was about 21.
As the autopilot of Ben's flyer flew us out to the island, Amy served as our flight attended and served us a wonderful lunch. Ben and my dad had fancy adult food. Smoked duck, truffles and caviar, that sort of thing. But for me Amy offered a more kid friendly fair. I had a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milk shake. It was great. I could really get used to living like that.
After lunch, Ben offered my dad some port wine and they both lit up Cuban cigars. Amy said to Ben, "We will be landing in less than an hour. Would you like me to prepare the boy for our arrival in San Carlos?"
"By all means," Ben replied. Then turning to me he said, "Sander be a good boy and let Amy take you to the back of the flyer where she will help you to freshen up before we land."
I guessed that "freshen up" was adult talk for "poop and pee". I did not need to do either. However, if I did I would not need Amy's help.
"It's okay," I replied. "I'm fine."
"Sander," dad said as he gave me a very stern look. "Let Amy take you to the back of the flyer." Dad said it as if he did not want any resistance on my part.
"Ummm. Sure dad," I said as I got up and Amy led me to a large bathroom in the back of the flyer."
Amy closed the door behind us and said, "Now Sander, let's get you undressed."
"You want me to get naked?" I asked.
"That's right," she replied as she pulled my shirt off over my head.
"But why?" I protested.
She stopped and looked at me. "It's the tradition on San Carlos Island for boys your age to go naked. All the other boys you see there will be naked and so you would feel silly being dressed when they are not. In addition, there is swimming and many fun water sports so you will be much more comfortable that way. I will give you a bath now to make sure you are clean and then apply a dry suntan location. It is a hot sunny day and you are a very fair-skinned boy. We don't want you to get painful sunburn." She started to reach to pull down my pants. I pulled away from her.
"Sander," she said smiling. "You are shy! That's so cute." However, I did not think it was cute.
"Look Sander," Amy continued. "I've been working for Ben for three years now, ever since I finished high school. In that time, I have seen and bathed more naked boys than I can remember. I'm not going to learn anything new from you."
I decided that there was no point fighting. I let Amy undress and bath me. To her credit, I must say that she was very gentle and I began to enjoy it. She shampooed my hair and I even let her wash my genitals and bottom.
Out of the tub she slowly hand-dried me with a soft warm towel and said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" I smiled and nodded yes. I liked Amy. She made me feel loved and cared for. She could give me a bath anytime and I would not mind a bit.
"Now hop up on the table and I'll spread that suntan lotion on you," she said. "We can't have a boy like you to getting burnt." The lotion went on like a dry powder not slimy and greasy. I liked the feel and did not even mind that Amy was putting it on me everywhere.
She then sat me up on the padded table and from a drawer she removed what looked like a red dog collar and put it on around my neck. "What's that for?" I asked.
"On San Carlos Island all the boys wear color coded collars to let people know their status," she explained.
"Their status?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I put a red collar on you. That way everyone will know that you are a free boy who is not to be touched."
"What other colors are there and what do they mean?" I wanted to know.
"Orange means that a boy is owned by a rich patron and no one but his owner is to use him. Yellow is for a boy who has been left by his owner to be trained as a catamite, sort of like leaving a boy at a boarding school. No one but the trainer is to touch a yellow-tagged boy. Green is for boys who are available to the clients. Most of the boys that you see will be tagged green."
I felt the collar around my neck. "How do I remove it?" I asked.
"Don't silly," Amy replied with a smile. "We can't have the boys changing their tags now can we."
"No I guess that wouldn't work," I replied as I realized that where I was going a red collar was a good thing.
"Sander I've never seen a boy more beautiful than you," Amy said and she lifted me up into her arms and kissed me on the cheek. I grinned ear to ear. "Now let’s show your dad and Ben how well I have cleaned you up."
Realizing that I was still very naked I asked, "Don't you have a bath robe or a swimsuit for me to wear?"
"No silly you don't need one," she replied as she opened the door and carried me back to Ben and my dad. When she put me back down on my feet before them, I had a weird feeling. Have you ever been stark naked in a room with three fully dressed adults? I did not think so. I sort of freaked out. I ran to my dad, jumped into his lap, and was glad when he wrapped his arms protectively around me. It helped to cover my nakedness.
"What's wrong Sander?" dad asked as he rubbed my back, "You look freighted. Don't you like flying?" I did not know how to respond.
Ben smiled and said, "Jimmy don't worry about Sander. This is all to be expected. It takes some boys time to get used to being naked. He'll calm down soon enough."
"But Sander has been naked before," my dad protested. "And he has never acted like this. It's like the poor little guy has seen a ghost."
"I'm sure Sander has been naked before," Ben replied, "But that was with family, friends and at the doctors. He has never been naked before someone like me. Sander has never been naked in front of a slave trader before now. He needs to learn that he does not need to fear me. Jimmy I know how to handle boys, its part of my job. Bring Sander to me and put him in my lap," Ben said opening his arms.
My dad carried me over to him and placed me in Ben's lap. Then Ben hugged me and kissed me and said, "Don't worry little Sander. You are a treasure. You are a priceless work of art. I won't let anyone or anything hurt you."
After a while, I started to feel better. I guessed Ben really did know how to handle boys. I guessed that being naked was not going to kill me. Soon the autopilot was landing the flyer on San Carlos Island. It was beautiful. It was a paradise like something you would see in a movie.
Dad, Ben and I stepped out of the flyer into a park like setting with a beach, cool green grass and lots of playground equipment for the boys. And there were many boys from about eight up to about 13 or 14 years old. Most all of them were tagged green.
Suddenly a naked, green-tagged boy who was about my age, about 11, saw Ben, with a yelp of pure joy flew to him, and flung his arms around him. Ben returned the embrace. "Ben I missed you so much," the green-tagged boy said.
"Chris I missed you even more." Ben replied and the two of them kissed. After that the boy turned to face us and Ben said, "Jimmy, Sander, I'd like you to meet Chris. Chris is one of my best boys. Chris these are my friends, Jimmy and his son Sander. You will be showing Sander around today. I know that the two of you will get along great and you'll make Sander feel right at home."
Chris smiled and said, "Hi Sander," as he held out his hand to shake mine. I did not take Chris' hand, I froze, too stunned to say anything.
Ben had said that Chris was a boy. But Chris was not a boy at all. He was not a girl either. I did not know what he was. I looked between his legs and there was nothing. He had no cock and he had no balls. There was no trace of his ball sack either. He did not have a slit like the one you would see on a girl.
All I can say was that Chris was just smooth down there, just smooth. It was as if he had never been a boy or a girl. It was hard for me to pull my eyes away from his empty crotch but when I was able to do so, I looked around at the other kids. Most were boys but not all of them. There were others just like Chris. Then I saw a few kids with balls but not cock. I saw one boy with a penis but no balls.
What was going on? What had been done to those boys and why? Where was I? I felt myself start to get faint.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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