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Part 1. James

"Can I ask a favour of you?" Steve rolled on his side and lookedup at me. I leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. "Anything". "I'mserious". "So am I, but shouldn't we get you untied first?" Hisbody was forced into a ball, hands between his legs and lashed to his ankles.He shook no and ambled closer to plant a kiss on my dripping cock. "Please!" "OK,but it'll cost you". "Anything". He grinned and got back onhis knees, flaming red arse raised high. I laughed and aimed a light slap athis burning hide. "I don't think you can take much more, if you want tosit down for work tomorrow". The thirty evenly spaced welts left by thekiss of my crop were signal red and clearly raised. "You could whip myfeet". "You hate that". "Yeah, but…". I shookmy head and loosened the tight ropes. "Let's have a shower. You need one".Long streams of sperm stained his arse and the back of his thighs.

We'd known each other for almost three years and been lovers for the lasttwo. Steve joined the company at about the time when I was sent to the mainoffice as a special advisor on the development of a new product package. Twoyears younger than me, he was now twenty-two. A six feet four blond stud witha muscular, tanned body, who had all of the girls at the office grovellingat his feet. I'd been watching him at a distance, amused to see him tryingto fight off the flirts and just thought him a shy college boy, until he gothimself thoroughly drunk one night at a party and our project manager askedme to take care of him. He was still living with his parents, a sombre Presbyterianminister and his dour wife, who'd be very far from amused to see their eldestas he was at that time, so I took him to the small, but pleasant bungalow thecompany had provided for the duration of my assignment. He was barely conscious,but I managed to get him to the spare bedroom, undressed him and tucked himin, then went to bed in my own room. He was still sleeping soundly when I gotup the next morning, a Saturday, and slept on while I went for my usual joggingtour around the neighbourhood, came back to shower and dress, and make breakfast.When it was on the table, I went in to shake him awake, with some difficulty,and offer him a large glass of milk.

Ten minutes later he joined me on the terrace, still damp from a shower anddressed in the pair of shorts and a t-shirt I'd left in his room. "Toastand jam, I think, or can you stomach a helping of bacon and eggs?" Heshook no and sank down on a chair, looking sheepishly at me. "Thanks,James. I, eh, I guess I got bit too much last night". "The understatementof the year, my boy. Have a couple of aspirins and drink your tea". Inodded benevolently and returned to my newspaper. He downed the tablets witha glass of orange juice and reluctantly bit into his toast. "I've phonedyour parents to tell them that we had to work most of the night to solve someproblems about bugs and that you were still sleeping. They thanked me for takingcare of you". I'd met them at a garden party a few months before and knewthat they regarded me a very respectable and hard working young man. Afterall I come from a clerical family, even if it's High Church and my father isa bishop. "Thanks". Steve looked away. "And don't be ashamed.I've been in a worse state than you were last night, more than a few times".

After breakfast I encouraged him to join me in the pool and we spent a refreshinghour in the cool water, then reclined on sun-beds until lunch. His appetitehad returned and we tucked into the food he'd helped me prepare. At last hesat back, downing the remainder of his coke and sent me a shy look. "I,eh, I don't know…". "Then don't". "Don't what?" "Thankme. There's no reason to do that. I'm happy to help a friend in need". "Yeah,guess you think me pretty stupid". "Not at all, Steve. I'm not yourdad, and I'm just as young as you". "Yeah". He looked down athis bare feet. "Yeah, thanks, but that wasn't what I was trying to say". "No?" Iraised my eyebrows questioningly and took a sip of my wine. "No, I, eh,I…". He looked pleadingly at me. "You'll think me crazy, but… Willyou give me a spanking?" "Will I what?" "Please, James!You know my parents. They're great, love their kids, but they're strict. Notdemanding, but firm with us. We've learned how to behave and if not, well,they believe in corporal punishment". "Sure, nothing wrong with that.My father has striped my backside often enough, not to mention the teachersand prefects at my school". "Yeah, but…". He looked downagain. "But you see, we, I've got so used to it that I need a spankingwhen I've done something wrong. It makes me feel better, stop brooding overmy stupidity, get it over with". He gave me a pleading look. "UsuallyI tell my dad about it and he gives me what I deserve". "Even atyour age?" I stared at him and he nodded. "Yeah, maybe it's crazy,but I really need it. The problem is that I can't go to him now, because ofwhat you've told him, the two us working and such. He'd never understand thatyou lied for my sake". "Oh! It's my fault". "No, you didonly what you thought best and that's fine, but…". "I've deprivedyou of what you need?" "Yeah".

I leaned back and took another sip, studying him. "I won't mind spankingyou, not at all, but I'm not so sure that you'll like it". "Of courseI won't like it, but…". "Need it, sure, but not from me". "Whynot? You're my friend, you've just proved that". "I am, Steve, andI'm happy that you consider yourself mine, but what do you actually know aboutme?" "That you're a great guy, one of the best, as a friend and asa professional". "Thanks, but what you don't know is that I'm gay,and not only that, but a gay sadist". He stared. "I know nothingbetter than to strip a handsome stud like you naked, tie him up, whip his arseand then fuck him silly". His eyes widened and his lower jaw dropped almostto his chest. "So, no Steve, I don't think it a very good idea if I gaveyou a spanking". He looked away. "There you are, friend, the secretis out, so let's forget about this, shall we?" "Do you…haveyou spanked someone over here?" "No". Still averting his eyeshe seemed to contemplate the news, then rose abruptly and went in. 'Shit! Theregoes that friendship', I thought gloomily and half rose to follow, but sankback. 'What's the use?' Thoughts about what would happen when he told aboutmy fetish at the office flashed through my mind and I was pouring myself anotherglass of wine, when Steve reappeared. He'd shed his shirt and wordlessly dumpeda leather belt and four lengths of clothesline in my lap, then turned to asun-bed, hauled off his shorts and lay down on his stomach, spreading his armsand legs towards the four corners.

"Steve!". I put down the bottle. "Steve, don't!" He didn'tanswer and I took a sip before rising to stand beside his prone from, clutchingthe belt and ropes. "Do you honestly want this?" He nodded mutely. "Youwant me to tie you down and belt you?" He nodded again. "And fuckyour arse?" A new nod. "Have you done this before?" He shookno. "It'll hurt, a lot". A nod. "Are you sure?" "Yes,James, I am". His voice didn't rise above a whisper. "OK, then, butif you tell me to stop, I will". He nodded again and I lashed his wristsand ankles to the legs of the bed, stretching him. "Last chance. Are youabsolutely certain?" "Yes". I shook my head, but my cock wasstraining against the fabric of my jeans and I doubled the belt before aiminga hard stroke at the tempting white globes. A signal red stripe sprang up,but the bound boy neither moved, nor uttered a sound. I laid on another stripe,and another. After the tenth he began straining against his bonds and the seventeenthforced a grunt from him. I lowered the belt. "Enough?" He shook noand I resumed the slow lashing until my count reached twenty-five. Steve stillhadn't cried out, but was breathing heavily and clearly raised welts coveredhis arse. "Hang tight". I dropped the belt and went in to undress.When I came back, my dick was waving stiffly, covered by a lubricated condom.He raised his head, staring at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Are you stillsure?" "Yes". His head dropped back and he tried wriggling hisred arse.

He took it well, moaning and grunting when I mauled his virgin hole, unableto restrain myself after more than a year of celibacy, but never uttered aword of protest. After I was done, I extricated myself with a soft plop andquickly untied his bonds. He stayed as he was, still spread-eagle, and I stoodfor a moment looking down at his tormented body, the ropes burns on his wristsand ankles and his slightly gaping hole, then went in to dispose of the filledcondom and start the shower. I was soaking myself when he came in and wordlesslygrabbed a bar of soap, dropped to his knees in front of me and began latheringup my crotch and flaccid cock. Finished, he planted a kiss on it and rose toembrace me. "Thanks, John".

That started of a new life for both of us. We rested in mutual silence, nakedon the beds in the sun, until Steve after a couple of hours knelt beside meand grabbed my cock to stroke it hard again, then took it in his mouth and,clumsily at first, but with growing confidence blew me to a shuddering climax,swallowing every drop. We made quiet love once more before he went home, onlyto come back the next day, now ready to talk about the experience. He admittedthat he'd been wondering about his sexual preferences for a long time, hadtried courting some girls, but never went further than a few kisses and a bitof petting. Spanking had aroused him, even before he knew what was happening.Luckily his father had always spanked his kids on top of their briefs and nowadayshe kept his jeans on to hide his erection until it was over and he could getaway to masturbate in his room. Other boys attracted him, but his upbringingand natural shyness had never allowed him to admit it, even to himself. Untilnow. It was as if he couldn't get enough, wanted to catch up with the yearshe'd wasted. I fucked him, he sucked me off, begged me to tie him up, to punishhim. He bought a riding crop and demanded that I whipped his arse, his back,his thighs, the soles of his feet, anything to help him discover what he reallyliked. I was in heaven, but knew it couldn't last. Steve didn't, couldn't realise,but I was sure that he wasn't truly gay, perhaps bisexual, and that what wedid would help him overcome his shyness. Some lucky girl would catch him oneday and hopefully understand that he was a natural submissive, not a slaveboytype, but in need of some rough handling in bed.

We were already working close on the project and the manager suggested thatwe did it at my house to avoid the constant disturbances at the office. Sowe spent almost every day together and often the nights as well. His parentsnot only approved, but thanked me for my good influence on their son and fromtime to time invited me to spend an evening at their house. Steve's youngersister was away at college, but his seventeen year old brother, Nick, was athis last year in high school. Almost as tall as his brother and just as handsome,he was much more easygoing and obviously very popular, always hanging out withfriends and girlfriends, on the sports grounds, driving around, at parties.According to Steve, he was allowed much more freedom than his older siblingsand punished much less than they, but still got a spanking every now and then.I didn't see much of him, but liked what I saw. The evenings at the reverendhousehold were not exactly exiting, but pleasant enough, with good dinnersand quiet conversation. Like most people they kept slaves, two rather plainmaids and a gardener/chauffeur in his thirties.

I'd been offered a couple to keep house for me, but begged off. Enslavementis not used as a punishment in my country and I felt uneasy about handlingslaves. A service company took care of my house and garden, of course usingslave labour, but I didn't have anything to do with them. A van drove up everymorning at about ten and an overseer came in to ask if I wanted some specialservice and estimate the routine jobs for that day. Sometimes I asked for lunch,but I like cooking and usually managed on my own. He fetched two or three teenagegirls and boys, gave them their orders and left to come back in the middleof the afternoon to bring them away again. They went quietly around, carefulnot to disturb me, working quickly and efficiently. I hardly ever spoke tothem and if they talked among themselves it was in a whisper. Both girls andboys were dressed in denim shorts and a t-shirt, their bare feet hobbled bya two foot steel chain and a steel collar locked around their necks. Stevetold me that they probably were ordinary high school kids with minimum sentences,five years, for smaller crimes, and likely happy to have been bought by a servicecompany. They worked hard, but with regular hours, and were treated well, housedin dorms and allowed TV and other entertainment after work. First of all theywere not subjected to a private owner's whims, especially not his or hers sexualdemands.

That was more or less my experience with slaves. Of course I'd seen themaround, running errands, walking two steps behind their owners, washing carsor gardening in the neighbourhood, or in public service, sweeping roads, workingthe parks, but never been in closer contact with any of their kind, and certainlynever even thought about acquiring one. And now Steve asked me to do exactlythat. "You what?" I looked incredulously at him. "You can'tbe serious!" "I am, very serious". I shook my head. "Ican't do that, Steve". "Why not?" "Firstly because I don'twant slaves. I don't approve of the system, as you very well know. Secondlybecause I'm off from here in less than a month, as you very well know as well,and back home we don't have slaves. And thirdly, and most important, I don'twant to lose your friendship". "You wouldn't". "Don't giveme that crap, Steve. If I had a slaveboy, I'd use him, just as I use you". "Ofcourse". "Steve! I'm a sadistic faggot and you a masochist, perfectfor both of us, because we like what we're doing and we do it because we likeit, but Nick's not like you. He won't like it one little bit". "Ofcourse he won't and he's not supposed to. He's serving a sentence, not on holiday". "Youapprove of that?" "Basically, yes. The slave system is a good thing.It has brought the crime rate down, taught foolish youths to behave".

Disaster had struck his family. Nick as usual were out on a Friday night,partying. Normally he never touched alcohol, his parents were teetotallers,and swore that someone had spiced his cokes when stopped by the police andtested over the limit, and what was worse, drugs were found in his car. Justa couple of reefers, but enough to land him and the two friends, a girl andanother boy, he was taking home, with enslavement sentences. The other twogot ten years for possession of drugs, he an extra five for drunken driving.They were just now up at the slave processing centre for the initial threemonths training. His parents refused to see him, had openly washed their handsof him and would never do anything to help him, had that been possible, slavescouldn't be bought by members of their family. Only Steve had tried to supportthe boy and been with him at the trial, but could of course do nothing withthe apparently clear-cut case.

"James, please! I am serious. It's bad enough for Nick as it is, butI'm afraid that it'll be worse, much, much worse, unless you're willing tohelp". "Why?" "I've always thought that there was somethingfishy going on. Nick's a good boy and I don't believe for a second that heknew about the booze. OK, he has tried it, actually with me, but he'd neverbehave so stupidly and never, ever come near any sort of drugs, nor keep friendswho did". "But…". "Sure, he was drunk and therewere drugs in his car, but I'm sure it was a hoax, a trap". "A trap,but why?" "You know how popular he is, all the girls at his schoolare dying to make him date them, not least because he really is a nice guy,who'd never try to go to far with them. That makes some of the other boys enviousand some girls too. I've been asking around and this is what I think happened.There's one girl in particular, very pretty and out of a wealthy family, buta nasty type. She's been chasing Nick for a long time, but he didn't want anythingto do with her. Other boys are not so particular and she has a gang of followers,mostly blockhead football types. They were at the party and I'm sure that theyset a trap for Nick". "Nasty". "Very and I believe it'seven worse. This girl's been bragging how she's going to buy Nick and the girlwho was with him that night, and make life hell for them. Please, John, pleasebuy my brother. Please save him!" "But he'll be a slave whateverhappens. It can't be much worse than that". "Yes it can. You've onlyseen how we treat our slaves at home, and the company slaves, and that's nottoo bad, they are after all convicted felons, but an owner can do almost anythingto his slaves, short of actually killing or maiming them seriously, and someof them are real sadists. If Nick's delivered into the hands of that bitch,she'll break him. After fifteen years he'll be reduced to nothing more thana slave for the rest of his life, no education, no skills, no initiative, unableto manage anything but the most menial jobs". "And if I bought him?" "Ashis master you'd be bound by law to treat him as the slave he is". "Sowhat's the difference?" "That even if you will be strict, you won'thate him and won't be unnecessarily cruel".

I leaned back and closed my eyes. 'What a predicament! Of course I'd to helpSteve and his brother, but buying a slave!' "I can't, I'm going home withina month and I can't bring a slave with me". "Yes you can. I've askedthe court about it and it's been done before, not often, but a slave ownercan take his property with him, even to countries where slavery is unknown.All slaves have an implant which shows exactly where they are anywhere in theworld, and another which can kill them if necessary. If a slave runs away andcan't be caught again, he'll be destroyed". "You've been planningthis for some time, haven't you?" "Please, John, please don't beangry. I…". "I'll never be angry with you, but I wasn't expectingthis. How do I actually buy a slave?" "At public auction. There'sone every Monday. Nick's up for sale at the next". "That's in threedays!" "Yes". "Yoy leave me very little time to decide".The tall boy dropped to his knees in front of me. "If you buy him, you'llget two slaves for the price of one". "Are you offering yourselfas a slave?" "I am". I caught his face between my hands andgave him a kiss. "No way, buddy. You're my friend and I, we like it whenyou're tied up and get some stripes, but my slave, never!" He looked pleadinglyat me. "Never, I said! What do I have to do to become a slave owner?"

We spent most of the weekend discussing what to do and how to do it. I hadmy credentials and financial status vetted and was registered at the slavecourt, where it was confirmed that I could bring any slaves, I might buy, outof the country, provided that I could be trusted to treat them according tothe law. I had no trouble raising the necessary funds to buy a slave, or eventhree or four. My favourite aunt had died the previous year and left me herhouse as well as a quite substantial fortune. Steve went through slave manualsand the few rules for owners with me. Basically I could do what I liked, aslong as I made sure that their sentences were carried out, that they were treatedas slaves, worked hard and punished for even the smallest infractions. I can'tdeny that I began feeling confident about my future role, even looking forwardto it. I made him tell me in detail about the incident which had enslaved hisbrother, including the names of the girl and the other boy.

On Monday morning Steve drove me to the auction house while giving me thelast instructions about the procedures. We arrived just as an open sports cardrove up and a blonde girl and two broad shouldered teenage boys got out. "That'sher, the bitch". Steve ducked behind the wheel. "OK, stay here andwait for me". I jumped out and followed them to a reception hall. "Thankyou, Sir". One of the girls behind the counter accepted my ID and lookedat her screen. "I hope you'll find what you're looking for, Sir. Maleor female?" "I haven't decided yet". "Please find today'soffers over there, Sir". She indicated three doors. "Males to theright, females to the left. Auction room in the middle. Selling starts in onehour, males first". She handed me a glossy catalogue and I took a stepback, scanning it idly. The blonde was talking to another receptionist. "No.63, how much do you think he'll cost?" "Male, 17, new, 15 years,no special skills. $1.000 per year I'd think, $20.000 at most, but probablyless". "And no. 124?" "Ah, let me see". The receptionistlooked at her screen. "Female, 17, new, 10 years, no special skills. About$30.000 I shouldn't wonder". "That much!" "Well, she'srather pretty". "You think so? OK, thanks". The girl turnedto her companions. "Shit! My dad wouldn't let me spend more than 30 grand". "MaybeNick won't fetch more than 10 and you might get Christine for 20". "Yeah.Lucky that it's males first. At least I'm sure to get that arsehole. Let'sinspect the merchandise". They went laughing towards the door to the right.

'We'll see about that, won't we, bitch?', I thought and followed them. Iknew from the catalogue that there were 73 boys on offer that day. They werelined up along the middle of the long room, back to back on little podiums,arms raised over their heads, cuffed hands clipped to chains hanging from theceiling and right ankles chained to the podium. They were of course completelynaked. The hair on their heads was cropped to mere stubble and their pubesclean-shaven. A number of prospective buyers were strolling along the rows,flicking through their catalogues and stopping every now and then to inspecta boy more closely. Muscles were felt, cocks stroked, and balls hefted. I wentalong the lower numbers while the girl and her cronies headed down the otherside. "Hi, Nick, how's things?" Looking between the naked bodiesI saw her leering at a boy who had his back to me. "Enjoyed your training?" Hedidn't answer and she took a step forward to grab his scrotum. "Hope youdid, slaveboy, because you won't have much fun for the next fifteen years,but, boy, you bet I will". I heard him whimper when she apparently squeezedhis balls. "I'm buying you, loser, and believe me, you'll not enjoy beingmy slave". She let go and stepped back. "I'll make your life onelong torment. You'll serve me on your knees all day long, you'll lick my feet,you'll be my footstool, you'll lick me clean when one of my lovers has fuckedme, and him too. I'll whip you every day. I'll make you wear clamps on yournipples and on your cock. You'll be the most lousy, humiliated, dirty, snivellingslaveboy in this country. And you know what? I'll buy that snotty bitch, Christine,as well. God, how I'm looking forward to seeing you two crawling on the floor,to hear you scream when you whip each other, to watch you raping her dirtyarsehole and she sucking her own shit off your dick after you've been up her,without coming, of course. I've bought a dildo for you, pretty boy, big, bigone, and I'll make her fuck you too. Fifteen years! Just imagine what I cando to you for fifteen years, and then imagine the life you could have had ifyou'd had the brains not to piss me off". She laughed nastily. "Justone hour and you'll be mine!" She sent him a last venomous glance beforeturning on her heel to walk away.

I heard him sobbing quietly when I went back up the row to stop in frontof No. 24. Pete, the third party at the fateful car ride. Not as tall as Nickor Steve, but with a muscular black swimmer's body and a very long cock hangingover a heavy sack. He looked calmly at me when I touched his broad chest, reachedfor his ballsack and let my hand slide down his sturdy leg, but of course didn'tsay anything. 'Already well trained', I thought and nodded amiably to him.His face split in an enchanting grin and he actually winked at me. I noddedagain and went round to the other side to reach Nick, who'd composed himselfa bit, but was still looking thoroughly dejected. "Hi!" He raisedhis head and recognised me. "Cheer up! She won't get you. I will".His eyes showed a glimmer of hope. "Promise". I sent him a smileand sauntered towards the exit, but turned back for moment. "Christinetoo". In the next room 51 naked girls were chained up like the boys. Apretty spectacle, if that's what you prefer, and the throng of men and boyspawing them proved that I'm part of a minority. No. 124 was crying silently,obviously after a visit from the little bitch. A brunette, the slavegirls hadbeen allowed to keep most of their hair, but her sex was of course clean-shaven.Medium height, smallish, but well shaped breasts, adorned with large brownnipples. I was looking her over when a grotesquely fat man in his late fortieswaddled up to pinch her nipples and part her pink cunt lips. He checked hiscatalogue and worked a finger up her tunnel. "Hmm, it's true. A virgin".

Turning away in disgust I left in search of something to calm my rising fury.'What sort of people tolerate that kind of treatment of a bunch of teenagers,even if they did commit petty crime!' I went out to the bar and ordered a beerfrom the barefoot young girl. Other people were leaving the display rooms tohave a refreshment or to go directly to the auction room. Two men, whose uniformsshowed that they were employed by the service-company, I used, sat down atthe next table, ordering coffee and comparing notes. A bell sounded just asI was draining my glass and everybody moved towards the open door to the auctionroom. I saw the bitch and her companions rise and followed slowly to find aseat. An attendant checked my ID at the entrance, punched a number into a sortof remote control and handed it to me with a smile. The room was filled tothe brim, all of the about three hundred chairs arranged in a semicircle wereoccupied by prospective buyers and, I suppose, a fair number of spectators.A group of high school kids, accompanied by their teacher, was seated at theback and I sat down beside her. "Gee, Miss Jones! It's so exciting".The girl on her other side could hardly contain herself. "Not for theslaves, Julie, so remember…". "Yeah, yeah, it could be me,but I never do anything wrong". "I hope not". "Never! Iwouldn't risk ending up as slave of some dirty old man" "It's notalways that bad". The boy on her other side leaned forward. "We treatour slaves well and so does your family". "Yeah, but they're whippedand always working so hard, never have any fun at all. And I wouldn't wantto end up sucking your dick, Freddy, like that poor slavegirl of yours, what'sher name?" "Pam, and it's just her duty. You're envious because yourmum won't let you use that boy of hers". "Hush!" The teachercut short their quarrel and they turned towards the stage, where the firstof that day's offers was brought in.

The boy was still naked, now with his hands cuffed behind his back and hisankles hobbled. A guard made him walk around the stage, then led him to thecentre to have him stand stiffly at attention, head held high and legs spread.His eyes were fixed at a point over the heads of the audience and he was nervouslybiting his lower lip. A screen lit up to show his name, age, height and weight.He was sentenced to five years of slavery for attempting to steal a CD, hadjust finished high school and was without special skills. The auctioneer switchedon his microphone. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Bidding for itemno. 1 starts at $1.000". The amount flashed on the screen, but was soonreplaced by $1.500. No. 266 flashed beside it. I looked at my remote and sawthat my own number was 287. The screen flashed again and again, the amountrising with $200 or $300 until it reached $4.300, then stopped. The auctioneerlooked at his own screen, searched the audience for signs of further biddingand announced: "Sold for $4.300 to No. 6". I saw one of the men fromthe service-company make a note in his catalogue, while the boy was led awayand another put on display. The auction went on, quickly and smoothly, withbrisk bidding. As the girl at reception had predicted, most of the boys fetchedabout $1.000 per year of slavery, although those with special skills couldgo higher. A college boy of nineteen, who was well into a degree in computerstudies, went for $20.000, even if his slavery was for only six years. Mostof them were newly enslaved, but some were being resold and they often wentfor higher amounts, probably because they were well trained. A couple of particularlyhandsome studs went even higher, $24.000 and $32.000, with sentences of justfive years. A rather flashily dressed man in his thirties two rows in frontof me nodded satisfied to himself when the first of them was sold. 'Good luck,kid. He doesn't look that nasty', I thought. After the sale of the second,a teenage girl in the front row jumped up. "Got you, Jimmy!" He smiledbroadly and blew her a kiss before being led away. "Argh, that slut! He'sbeen doing her since seventh grade, but her dad's always spoiling her",the girl on the other side of the teacher hissed.

When No. 24 was led on stage his eyes quickly roamed the audience, lockingwith mine for a second, before settling on a spot over my head. The biddingrose to $9.300, then stopped and the auctioneer was opening his mouth whenI pressed a button and flashed $9.400 to the screen, was bid over with $200,thought, 'What the hell!' and flashed $10.500. That stopped the bidding andthe auctioneer announced that Pete was sold to No. 287. I'd bought my firstslave. He glanced briefly at me, but I kept my face expressionless. The auctionwent on and I lost interest until No. 63 was brought forward. The bitch girlwas in the front row and I saw her nudging her companions. Bidding startedat $2.000 and rose slowly to $7.200. The girl fumbled with her remote and theprice went up to $7.500. 'Impatient, are we?' I thought and bid $10.000. Sheraised me with $500 and I bid $15.000. The boy on her left rose to let hiseyes roam the audience, but I slumped in my seat, looking bored. The auctioneerseemed ready to close the sale and the girl pressed the buttons frantically.$16.000. I yawned and changed it to $20.000. She hissed something to the otherboy and bid $21.000. 'Lost your slavegirl, did you?' The auctioneer made readyto close the sale once again and the girl leaned back, apparently sighing withrelief when I bid $31.000. "No!" She jumped up and stamped her foot. "No!" "Soldto No. 287 for $31.000". The auctioneer gestured to have Nick broughtoff. "No, no! He's mine". The girl was frantic. "Do you haveNo. 287, young lady?" The auctioneer looked questioningly at her. "No,but it must be a mistake!" "I don't think so". "Yes, itmust. That wretched slave isn't worth $31.000!" "He is to one ofour customers". "No!" She was stamping her foot again. "Willyou please sit down, young lady, or leave the room". "No! I demanda new auction". The screen had gone blank and I pressed my remote again.$31.000. "No. 287 has just confirmed the bid. Sit down and keep quiet,right now, or I'll have you removed". "I bid $35.000!" "Toolate". "No!" I chuckled inwardly and the screen flashed $40.000. "Idon't think you can outbid the other customer, young lady, and the price standsat $31.000". The guard led Nick away and the bitch sank down on her chair,sobbing loudly. One of the boys was still staring angrily, trying to determinewho No. 287 could be, while the other whispered to her. I stayed for the nextthree sales, then left for the bar.

Fifteen minutes later the audience began to leave, apparently for a pausebefore the sale of female slaves. The girl pushed her way through the throngof people, her face a mask of fury, with the two boys one step behind her.They chose the table next to mine. "I can't believe it!", she hissed, "What''sgoing on?" "Maybe it's one of his friends?" "None of themhave that kind of money. $40.000!" "I'll find out". One of theboys went to the reception counter, but the girl there just shook her headat his question. "Not allowed to tell". He came back. "At leastyou can buy Christine. Just think of what you can do to her, or let us do toher". The other boy leered at his friend. "No". "Why not?We'll make sure that Nick learns about it. That'll make him just as miserableto imagine his girlfriend whipped and arsefucked every day". "Yeah,and we can look out for him, every time he leaves his master's house. You cando a lot to a slave, if you meet him in the street. Trip him, accuse him oftouching you, stamp on his toes, kick his arse". "Not the same, butOK". The girl's face turned grim. "OK, I'll buy Christine".

The audience trickled back to the auction, but I remained where I was foranother half hour, then returned to my seat just as No. 119, a strikingly beautiful,long legged blonde was brought on stage. The bidding for her was fierce, jumpingquickly from $10.000 to $50.000 and finally settling at $64.000, when a manin his late fifties raised his arms in triumph. 'Take care that you don't overdoit, grandpa', I thought, 'And end up with a coronary'. The sale of the nextthree girls disgusted me, all of them going to men well past middle age andunable to conceal their glee, so when No. 124 was led in, I rose and saunteredtowards the exit, making the screen flash with $35.000 on the way. "No,no, no!" The bitch screamed again and I half turned in the door to seethe screen showing $40.000. 'You don't have that much, girlie', I thought andchanged it to $50.000. "Sold to No. 287", I heard on my way out.Stopping at reception I handed in my remote, signed the printout of my purchasesand gave a few instructions about my new slaves. "Certainly, Sir. They'llbe delivered the day after tomorrow, just after lunch". I nodded amiablyand went out to find Steve.

He was on the verge of tears when told about the events about the auctionand repeatedly stammered his thanks and promises to stay my slave forever. "Willyou stop that, Steve and take me home. I may have done you a small favour,but given myself a much greater gift. Two delicious boys at my mercy!" Hegrinned and composed himself. "Three, I hope". I grinned back andhe drove past the entrance of the auction house just as the three disappointedteenagers came out. One of the boys caught sight of us and grabbed his fellow'sarm, pointing. They ran towards their car and I asked Steve to go slow untilI spotted them two cars behind us, then to take a roundabout route home, whileI made a call on my mobile. Back at my house, I told him to drive off at onceand come back two hours later. The open car was parked a few hundred yardsdown the road when I went in and through the house to greet the guests whowere waiting for me on the garden side.

"Hey, you!" I was relaxing in a deck chair on the terracewith a drink when five boys came around the corner. "What are you doinghere?" I half rose from my chair, looking angered and frightened, butwas pushed back. "Coming to claim what's mine". The girl appearedbehind her burly friends. "Yours? I have nothing of yours". "Yesyou have, but not for long, Mr. 287. I want the slaves you just bought". "Youwhat?" "I'll even pay you for them, $25.000". "But Ibought them for more than $90.000, and I won't sell them". "Soyou'll lose a lot of money, tough luck". "No I won't!" "Yesyou will, shithead!" One of the boys grabbed my shirt to haul me outof the chair. "Or we'll beat the shit out of you!" "But that'sassault!" "Yeah, tough, what's you gonna do about it?" "Youcan't do this?" "Why not? Five big boys against one wimp? No sweat". "Anda tough girl to kick his balls". The bitch spat at my feet. "Eitheryou write those slaves over to me or you'll be very, very sorry". "I'll
tell the police": "Tell what? You don't know us, and we don't knowyou. No one will believe you". "Oh yes, they will, but won't haveto. You're under arrest for blackmail and attempted assault". The town'schief of police emerged from the door to the terrace and two of his men cameround the other corner, guns drawn.

"Thank you, chief". I handed him a drink and sat down beside him.The now hysterically weeping girl and her five frightened and subdued cronieshad been handcuffed and led away. "Not at all, we've been watching thatgang for a long time, but until now never been able to catch them doing somethingseriously wrong. This'll earn them at least ten years each, maybe fifteen".I'd met him at a garden party and when told about the trouble he had with anew computer system, offered to take a look and was able to solve the problems.So when I phoned to ask for his help without further explanations, he was morethan willing to come at once. "Slavery sentences?" "Of course". "Servethem damn right!" I toasted him and told of Steve's suspicions about thetrap they might have set for his brother. "Shouldn't surprise me if it'strue, but we'll wring it out of them". He left before Steve came back,excited and grateful. He'd told his parents that I'd bought Nick. They werestill very disappointed and angry about his 'crime' and didn't want to seehim, but nevertheless relieved that he'd passed into the hands of a man theyknew and respected. His father 'hoped that I could bring the errant boy backto the straight and narrow track'. 'Some chance', I thought, 'But perhaps Ican make a normal boy out of him, what I consider normal, that is'. Steve beggedme to allow him to show his gratitude and fetched the crop, offering it tome on his knees, but I refused. "I'll have two delicious boy to play withtomorrow and don't want you to exhaust me". He looked crestfallen andI knelt beside him for a deep kiss. We made quiet love and spent the rest ofthe day discussing how to treat my three slaves. Steve reluctantly agreed thatwe stopped our love games until the three teens had come to terms with theirnew life. It would be too much for them, even if Steve suspected that Nickwasn't completely unaware of our relationship.

The chief phoned next morning, asking me to come down the slave court assoon as possible. Three of the boys had soon told that the girl and her closestbuddies had spiced Nick's drink as part of the now failed plot. The boys hadconfessed to a judge, but stubbornly denied any knowledge about the drugs foundin Nick's car. The bitch's wealthy father and his lawyers tried pleading thatthe poor innocent girl had been coaxed into her crimes by the boys, but allfive of them protested that it was the other way around. She'd already beensentenced to twenty years of slavery, two of the boys to fifteen and the remainingthree to ten years. Justice was swift in juvenile cases and they were off tothe training facility in preparation for their sale in three months time. Thegirl would be sold in another town, not disclosed to her parents, to preventthat they made their friends buy her. Released at the age of thirty-eight aftertwenty years of hard labour and sexual abuse, there would be little left ofher, even if she returned to a life in wealth.

The judge received me in his private chambers. He'd changed the previoussentences of Nick, Christine and Pete, to seven and five years of enslavement.I expressed my surprise that they were not set free, now it had been revealedthat the whole thing was a hoax, but he explained that Nick had still beenover the limit when driving home that night. Admittedly he'd been trapped,but should have known better than to take his car and there was the questionof drugs as well. They were most likely planted, but it couldn't be provedand the law had to be upheld. The judge had actually reduced the sentencesto an absolute minimum. In such cases the slaves would normally go for a newauction, but because of my services to society he had decided to reimbursemy money and offer me the three of them for free.