SLAVEBOY STORY

BY COREY HAIM

[ part 1 ]

Patterns are a gift to predators. At eight, little Alex Blaine was too young to have grasped this basic principle.The dark coolness lapping the abandoned quarry's edge was far to inviting to resist. Especially after a long day in a stuffy summer classroom. So every afternoon Alex would take a short detour on the way home for a swim. Today was no different. Alex bicycled down the brush strewn path to his favorite launching point, a cluster of discarded blocks forming a small alcove at water's edge. Jumping off his bike Alex grabbed his carry bag and ran into the shelter. He kicked off his sneakers and pulled his T-shirt off, then peeled off his jeans and briefs. Like many little boys Alex was rather shy about being seen nude, so even though there probably wasn't anyone within fifteen kilometers, he dove swiftly into his swimsuit. It was already a size too small and the liner was so worn that his penis was clearly outlined.

Alex was an excellent swimmer, which was fortunate for as usual he was quite alone. Too new and too poor to have made many friends in the affluent suburb, for now Alex liked being by himself. At least then no one would tease him about his round face and stick out ears. In fact Alex was a cute little kid, but alas cute like a monkey doll, not cute as in awesome handsome. He was trim and lithe with only the barest trace of baby fat on his tummy and hips. But his most outstanding feature, although of course he didn't realize it, were his nipples. Unlike most boys his age Alex's nipples were clearly visible brown red tips, centered in flat disc shaped brick colored areolas. They were the nipples more usually found on an older boy's chest, nipples especially suitable for kissing, sucking or for more painful actions.Before too long Alex would discover his nipples along with his tiny circumcised penis and his flat little rear would become the centers of a great of deal of, mainly unwanted, attention.

"HEY YOU KID! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF THERE!" Startled Alex saw two big man standing by his bike. They were wearing some kind of uniform. "I MEAN YOU! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!" That came from the red faced fattish man on the right. His companion, younger and slimmer, stood by with arms crossing his chest. A close observer might have noticed he was struggling to suppress a giggle. Needless to say the, frightened eight year old was not a close observer.

What do you want, mister? I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

"I WANT YOU'RE FUCKING ASS OUT OF THE WATER RIGHT NOW!" Scared (not literally) shitless, Alex swam over the men. He had hardly an alternative; the other side of the quarry pit was a good kilometer away, Besides what was the worse that could happen? A spanking? Being yelled at? Par for the course for even a reasonably well behaved third grader.

The first hint that it wouldn't quite be like this came as Alex was trying the scramble out the water. The loud fat man grabbed his arm and yanked into the air like a fish going into the pot.

"Hey take it easy, Clem," the younger guy cautioned, "He's just a little kid." Clem gave his companion a dirty look, but set the struggling boy down. "He's old enough to read, aren't you kid?" Alex nodded fiercely.

"SO HOW THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU KNOW WHAT NO TRESPASSING NO SWIMMING MEANS? Or are you going to tell us you didn't see the signs?" Alex blinked in confusion. He hadn't for the excellent reason that no such signs existed. It never occurred to him that two grown ups would deliberately lie to him, anymore than that he might be kidnapped into sexual slavery. Which was, of course, the whole point. You got to come with us kid," the other guy said. "This serious business and we'll need to report you." Alex moved toward the shelter. "And where do you think you're going?" Clem asked. "Get my clothes,"

"Won't need 'em where you're heading, kid," the other man smirked. Before Alex could even blink in surprise Clem laid a meaty hand on his shoulder. In it was a small hypodermic needle. "Ow!" Alex cried, took two steps then sank like a deflating balloon. Clem and his colleague, whose name by the way was Russ, caught the sagging boy and swiftly carried him to their waiting van. Clem got in the driver's seat while Russ strapped the unconscious boy to the gurney in the cargo compartment. He pressed Alex's thumb to their laptop's biometeric port and read the results from the national medical databank. "Alex Blaine, aged, 8 and three months. All immunizations current, no serious ailments or discovered defects. And, our little package was circumcised right after birth."

"Could have found that out yourself," Clem muttered. "Hey, you know the boss likes us to keep the packages wrapped," Russ shot back.

INTERLUDE

"Excellent new, Baron," Randolph Simon, Clem and Russ's employer, informed his very distinguished guest, "A completely fresh specimen will be arriving shortly. This gives us an ideal opportunity to demonstrate our techniques and equipment.""Excellent, indeed. I shall look forward to it. Ah, tell me what’s the usual first step when dealing with, presumably, an inexperienced youngster? I assume you need to provide some disciplinary measures to start." "We'll torture him." Simons said bluntly. "Believe me, my dear sir, given today's repressive sexual climate, it's absolutely necessary to torture a boy to remove his unfortunate inhibitions." "I see. May I ask what your initial methods will be? "Depending on the child's docility level a brief session with shock prods followed by a short whipping, followed by some minutes on the electric shock table. This is to establish the boy's pain base line." "Do your associates also ah, molest him?" ""Not at this stage. Immediately after the initial torture session we test the child's sexual responsiveness; this particularly critical when dealing with a boy some years from puberty.After the boy is sexually stimulated to exhaustion he will be tortured for several hours, which naturally includes the child being raped repeatedly. Then thehe boy will then be isolated for a few days with an experienced tutor in sexual techniques. During that time he'll be introduced to a select group of clients. Within a month he'll be a willing and eager participant in any form of sexual activity, including, ahem, those featuring 'disciplinary measures.'"