SLAVE BOY

BY NORM DEPLOOM

[ part 1 ]

Toy Trucks

As far as I'm concerned there is nothing in this world sexier than a naked eight or nine year old boy dripping my cum from his chin and sporting a cute little hardon just waiting for my attention. That's just what I hopped to be seeing before the day was through. The schedule was tight, but I had everything planned. The boy always went into the local variety store to squat down at the counter and stare at the miniature toy trucks. On this Friday afternoon I was standing at the counter talking to the clerk, my attach case was sitting on the floor by me feet opened just enough for the boy to see the 'sample' trucks inside. On the outside of the case was the insignia of the manufacturer. I closed the case and walked out of the store, sure enough the boy followed me out drawn like a magnate to my case full of the trucks he was lusting after.

"Mr.?" I heard the tiny voice behind me on the sidewalk. I turned to find the boy shading his eyes from the sun and squinting up at me. "Do you collect those trucks?" he asked.

"No, I sell them." I started walking, but slow enough that the boy could keep up. "Do you like these trucks?" I asked him indicating my phony display case.

"Yes, I collect them." He answered hurrying to keep up.

"How many do you have?" I turned slightly to look at him as we walked.

"I only have five." My Mommy says we can't afford another one right now.

"What one do you want to get next?"

"The hook and ladder fire truck." He looked sad, "But it costs even more than the others." I had seen him staring at the fire truck and had made sure that one was in my display case. We had gotten to my car by this time. I stopped and looked down at the boy.

"Sometimes the company gives away a truck, kind of a public relations thing." The boy grinned.

"Could I get one?" he asked almost vibrating with anticipation.

"I'd have to ask my boss." The boy looked crushed. "Why don't you ride with me? Our office is just down the street." I opened the passenger door for him. The boy hesitated, I'm sure he had been instructed about getting into cars with strangers, then he saw a whole pile of truck boxes on the floor and climbed right in. I quickly made sure the 'kid' latch was in the on position then shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. I could hardly contain my erection. I started the car and pulled into traffic, a block later I turned onto the onramp for the freeway. The boy was down on the floor looking at the truck boxes and didn't notice a thing. I had been driving on the freeway for almost twenty minutes before the boy finally climbed up on the seat and began to ask questions. I had put my display case on the seat between him and the door, forcing him to sit in the middle, closer to me.

"Where are we going?" The boy asked looking through the windows. I could detect concern in his voice but not real fear yet.

"Sit down here beside me," I pulled him closer, "I want to talk to you about some things." I let my hand rest on his thigh, with my little finger up against his genitals. "I'm taking you home with me." I moved my finger up and down the length of his tiny cock. I could feel it reacting to my touch. "You're going to stay with me for a while." I could see the fear growing in his face.

"I want to go home." He started crying, and tried to push my hand away. "You're not supposed to do that." I moved my hand until I was cupping his genitals through his shorts, I could feel his hard little cock against the palm of my hand.

"Why not?" My question caught him by surprise. He stopped his struggling to push my hand away. "It feels good, doesn't it? Who told you it was bad?" My many questions piled on top of each other confused him.

"My Mommy." He said deciding to answer the last of the questions. I rubbed my hand over his cock and small olive sized balls.

"Well, she's just a girl." I heaped all the scorn I could muster on the 'girl'. "She doesn't know about man stuff." I rubbed my hand over him again. "What does your daddy say about it?"

"I don't have a daddy." The boy confessed, still holding onto my wrist but not trying to push my hand away.

"Well, no wonder you don't know anything about guy stuff." I said giving his cock a good firm rub through his shorts. "That's why you're coming home with me," I slipped my hand inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and got my first feel of his bare hard cock. I was happy to discover that he was uncut. "To learn more about guy stuff." I moved my hand around the base of his cock, encircling his balls and cock together in my firm grasp. "You want to learn about guy stuff don't you?"

"Yes." The boy said as he relaxed his legs, letting them slide apart and scooted down in the seat making his crotch more available to me.

"I'm going to take you home with me now," I rubbed my hand down over his tiny balls and slid my finger gently over his tender young asshole, "then tomorrow you will go to a special pool party where you will be initiated as a slave boy." I felt his body shiver and detected just a drop of sticky fluid at the tip of his cock. "Do you know what a slave boy is?"

"No." I could feel his whole body relaxing after his little shiver of an orgasm. I continued gently fondling him.

"As my slave boy you will be required to learn everything I and all my friends can teach you about guy sex stuff." It was getting late in the afternoon, my new slave boy leaned up against me and began to drift off to sleep while I fondled him. I drove on through the sunset another two hours before reaching my home. I make it a rule never to hunt too close to where I live. During that time I called the host of the pool party.

"I got him...Yea...How many?...Two others....Three all together....Well I'll have him ready."

When I arrived at home I carried the limp slave boy through the house and into the bedroom. I undressed him and left his naked body laying under the covers while I destroyed his cloths then attended to dinner. Just as I was placing the food on the table my naked, sleepy eyed little slave boy, now awakened from his nap wandered into the dinning room.

"Would you like some dinner?" I asked displaying the plate full of spaghetti waiting for him.

"I want to go home." He started to tear up but drawn by the smell of the food, and compelled by his empty stomach he walked across the room to the glass toped table and climbed into the indicated chair.

"You are home." I informed him as I sat at my own place. I loved my glass toped dinning table, it allowed me to feast my eyes no my guests genitals while we ate.

"I want to go back home to my Mommy." He sniffled. I twirled a forkful of spaghetti and then paused to look at him.

"We need to get one thing clear right from the beginning." I spoke with studied severity hoping to convey my seriousness. "You belong to me know. Your Mommy couldn't possible teach you every thing you needed to know to be a man. She gave you to me and asked me to do that for her. So, the first thing you have to do is accept this basic fact and eat your dinner." I placed my carefully twirled fork of spaghetti in my mouth. Over come by hunger my naked little slave boy picked up his fork, then paused.

"My Mommy usually cuts up my spaghetti for me." I swallowed my first bite and looked at him across the table.

"I'm sure there are lots of things your 'Mommy' used to do for you that you will have to learn to do your self." I began to twirl another forkful. "Now watch what I am doing and learn to eat spaghetti properly." The boy watched me then picked up his fork and spoon and clumsily tried to copy my practiced motions. "After dinner we will start your slave boy training."

I got great joy watching his naked little body bouncing around in the chair while he tried to emulate my spaghetti eating. After we were done with our food he helped me clean off the table and wash the dishes. After I wiped the final moisture from the tile counter and hung the towel on its rack I took the boy by the hand and led him into the front room. Sitting in my favorite chair I pulled the boy over and had him stand between my legs. I ran my hands over his smooth flawless skin, then reached down to cup his balls and his growing cock. As my hand touched his genitals he tried to pull away.

"Never pull away from anyone in the future." I spoke to him sternly as I held him tightly by his upper arm. "You are here for my pleasure and for the pleasure of my friends." I picked him up and sat him across my lap almost like he was an over grown baby. I felt and examined his uncut cock as it grew to its full erection then lifting him up and leaning over I place my mouth over his cock and balls. I heard him gasp as my warm mouth enveloped his genitals and my tongue swirled over the length of his small cock.

I spread his legs apart then, after dipping my finger into a bowl of lubricant waiting on the end table, worked the first joint of my forefinger into his tight virgin asshole while I continued to lick and suck his genitals. My own cock was hard and pushing against his back through my trousers. I was careful to use only the first two joints of my forefinger in his ass, as I sucked and licked his cute little cock and balls until I could not stand it any longer. I lifted him off my lap and sat him back down on his feet in front of me. I desperately wanted to pick him back up and plunge my hard cock into his virgin asshole.

I would have if I hadn't already agreed to auction off that virgin asshole tomorrow at the pool party. I had too much integrity to sell some body first fuck rights if they weren't really getting the first fuck. I consoled myself with the thought that I would have lots of time to fuck that cute little ass over the next few months while I was training him. He stood in front of me with what can only be described as a 'silly grin' while I continued fondling his hard little cock.

"Have you ever seen a man's cock?" The boy shook his head 'no'. Temporarily abandoning his cock I stood in front of him. "I want you to unbuckle my belt." With a look of undisguised disappointment at having his cock left alone the boy unbuckled my belt then as I directed him he unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers. I stepped out of them and instructed the boy on folding the legs along the creases and draping them over the arm of the couch. I had him unbutton my shirt and hold it as it took it off then showed him how to fold it and lay it across the trousers. "Being a slave boy is so much more than just fucking and being fucked." I instructed him as he helped me undress.

"You will be expected to help your master dress and undress. Help prepare and server meals, and help his friends undress when its time to service there needs." Finally I was standing in front of him nude. I reached out and tousled his hair as he stared open mouthed at my nine inches of hard cock. "As big as it looks to you now, you'll see even bigger ones tomorrow." I assured him. I sat back down in my chair with my legs spread and my cock sticking straight up in the air. I pulled him over between my legs and began to caress his hard cock. After another shudder of delight cursed through his small body I took his hands in mine.

"Get down on your knees." I ordered. He sank to his knees and I placed both his hands on the base of my hard cock. Using both hands he could barely encircle my large cock. "This," I said indicating my rod of hard flesh, "is your master, your god, your only reason for being alive." I took his head in my hands and gently pulled him mouth towards my red cockhead. "Kiss your master." I told him in a lust-drenched whisper. I pulled his head forward until his lips brushed the underside of my cockhead. My cock twitched at the contact. I held his lips only a fraction of an inch form my cock.

"Lick your master slave boy." A look of fear began to build on his face. I turned his head slightly so I could look into his eyes. "If you don't do what you are told, I'm going to have to hurt you." I gently rubbed my hand over the top of his head. "I don't want to but if you disobey I will. Now be a good little slave boy and lick my cock so I don't have to hurt you on your first night here." I moved his head back and his pink tongue snaked out from between his lips and flicked over the underside of my cockhead. I moaned softly. I had been on edge for several hours and new I would explode any second. The boy's tongue flicked over the underside of my cock head a second time. I knew I was lost. My cock twitched again and the first spurt went almost over his head, coming down in his hair. The second spurt hit his forehead, nose, and outstretched tongue. The remaining spurts landed in and around his open mouth.

I sat back in my chair and pulled my new slave boy into my lap. I gently rubbed my cum into his face like body cream. I hugged him tightly while I rubbed my hands over his body. The excitement of having a new slave boy kept my cock hard. I arranged him so my cock came up between his thighs and rested beside his much smaller but just as hard cock. I made a game of us playing with each other's cocks and soon had him laughing and giggling. As my excitement built I calmed the game down and rubbed our cocks together while I brought his lips to mine and gently explored his mouth with my tongue. After breaking the deep tongue kiss I moved him so he laid on my chest with his legs straddling mine and our cocks caught between our stomachs. As I gently fucked our dicks against each other I kneaded his buttocks then gently massaged his balls before once again exploring his tight anus with the tip of my forefinger.

I tipped his head back and leaned forward bringing or lips together for another probing tongue kiss. I let my lips slide off his and down to his throat where I nibbled and sucked leaving a trail of bright red hickeys as I held him tight against me and fucked my cock against the smooth skin of his stomach. I lost all track of time as my need built and I fucked harder and harder against his small body. Finally I held him in almost a death grip as my body spasmed and I shot a load of hot cum onto our trembling stomachs. When the orgasm passed we laid still in each other's arms as I caressed the flawless skin on his back and felt the drying cum gluing our stomachs together. I could feel his body relaxing and after a few minutes his breathing turned into gentle little snores. I stood up and carried him, his head resting on my shoulder, his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist into the bedroom. I laid him in my bed and covered his naked body with a sheet. I brushed his hair back from his face and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good night little slave boy."