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North Country  Chapter  Nine


So for now there was a stale mate, as the mayor had another option currently  
available to him, and the foreign speaking man seemed to have his own plan  
seeded in the mayor's mind as a 'last resort' sort of  option.

I  couldn't believe that the real world actually has people involved with 
illegal  slave trade transactions. One would think that with all the countries 
where  slavery is legal that there would be an abundance of good looking boys 
and girls  to choose from, but it seemed that everything always came back to 
white American  males being the prized possession. One could surmise that since 
Americans exude  a more positive and free spirited attitude that breaking them 
by any and all  means, by a foreign country is the pinnacle of  success.

I  was grateful for the silence and the time alone, even if my limbs were 
aching  and my knees felt as if all of the skin had been sanded off. It gave me  
additional time to contemplate my plight.  

It was much  later in the day, when the air began to cool and my stomach was 
growling for  food, that a single pair of hands began rubbing my back; thus 
warming not only  my body but my heart and soul. Shortly after the hands left my 
body was when I  discovered that I had developed an additional trait. I could 
smell the  unmistakable area of a man's crotch. It was nearly intoxicating 
and I couldn't  reason with myself as to the meaning behind my sensory  overload.

When the velvet textured skin of a man's cock gently brushed against my lips, 
I  felt as if I'd been redeemed; perhaps such a strong feeling was premature, 
but  it felt as if someone was actually caring about me for once. I thanked 
the man,  who ever he was, by accepting his staff between my lips and into the 
cavernous  depths of the back of my mouth and throat. I was excited, for once, 
that I'd  been so relaxed and grateful that the cock didn't trigger my gag 
reflex; and the  entire experience seemed just so proper and good. It wasn't 
until the cock  spewed its fountain of seed, did I find out that the dick 
belonged to Carl. I'd  only wished that my eyes had been uncovered so that I could 
see the expression  on his face while he was receiving my unabashed attention. 
"Thanks slave for a  great blowjob. I can tell that you've come a long way in 
learning that aspect of  your life." And that was all Carl had to say to me, 
which justified some of my  own inner feelings and emotions.   

Had I been  allowed to speak, perhaps I would have asked him to release my 
bonds, but I  didn't want to upset anyone at camp; just for the simple reason 
that it might  just give them an excuse to send me off with the foreigner. But 
once again I was  left to ponder my life, as Carl apparently headed up to the 
mess  hall.

I  began to shiver as the sun went down and I was still bound to the table 
top.  Every joint in my body was aching and I still hadn't been fed; although I 
had  heard the generator start up which indicated that the men were soon to 
gather  for their own evening  meal.

I was  sure that none of them had forgotten about me, as I continued to panic 
over the  onset of the New England night. Soon enough, I thought that I was 
going to get  my reprieve, when I heard several voices coming toward me.  

I heard the  crackling of the fire as it was being stoked and rekindled. A 
wave of warm air  began to surround my body like a blanket, making me think that 
I was once again  safe. Now, if only they'd give me something to  eat.

I heard  a faint rustling below the table and I wasn't sure what the cause of 
the noise  was; but I do know that the noise produced a smell, akin to a 
barn. Finally,  after hours of being displayed, the bonds on my limbs were 
released, but I still  had the rope going from my balls down to the rope binding my 
ankles together.  Several sets of hands, eased me off of the table onto the 
ground. By the chain  leash, I was coaxed only a few feet; until I felt something 
strange yet familiar  beneath my knees and hands. The odor I'd smelt earlier 
was now stronger; and it  was now becoming clear that I was crawling around on 
strewn straw. My chain  leash was once again fixed to the table. Since it was 
impossible to kneel, while  under the table, the men rolled me onto my side 
and bound my wrists behind my  back.

There  were still no real commands from any of the men, during this whole 
process; and  they weren't even speaking much between themselves. I could only 
rely on a few  spoken words and their actions which they had taken with  me.

The  smell of food caught my immediate attention. I had to slowly rise up and 
move  toward the smell; finding a piping hot bowl of oatmeal mixed with 
raisins and  nuts waiting for me. I devoured the meal ever so quickly and was 
rewarded by a  smaller bowl which contained hot chocolate. I wasn't much for 
chocolate but now  it tasted pretty damn  good.

A  rustling noise surrounded me and it was the men spreading a thick canvas 
cover  over the entire table; thus preventing any of the night's cold air from 
causing  me to much discomfort, and that's the way I spent the  night.

I was  never so thankful that the morning had come, as the sounds of men all 
busy  starting the campfires and the aroma of coffee had awoken me. The 
instant that  the cover was removed from the table, the cold air struck against my 
naked body  like a Mack truck; but was quickly followed by the heat from the 
nearest  campfire reaching  me.

I  couldn't help but to think about what this day would bring. I was fed and  
watered; before I was once again lifted on to the table and bound again. So 
far  everything seemed to be nearly the same as yesterday, with the exception 
of me  not having to clean any of the cabins or tend to the dog. My bath and 
cleansing  went nearly as identical as the day before, which was beginning to 
really feel  nice. I couldn't believe that these guys took the time to bath me 
and clean me  out; without as much as a single word directed to me.  

The only  voice that did eventually speak to me was that of Carl; who 
informed me that for  most of today I would be spending on the table, as one or 
perhaps two different  people were coming by to inspect  me.

Someone  had kept the fires burning most of the morning, until the sun began 
to heat the  earth, which kept me warm, if not comfortable. The only sounds I 
heard were  those of the men going about their menial  chores.
I can't  begin to tell you how many things my mind processed last night and 
this morning;  but I can say, without a doubt, that I was amazed and even 
startled at some of  the conclusions which I had come  to.

Just  like yesterday, I wasn't fed a noon meal; but whatever the guys were 
eating  smelled delicious. The only thing I got was a bowl of water, which by 
now I was  getting pretty good a lapping up just like a  dog.

Finally, I heard the mayor's voice and that of his son. It was still odd, for 
 whatever reason, that none of the men had ever spoken to the kid, let alone  
talked about him. There was something mystical about the teenager and I 
suppose  I would never find out what it  was.

When I  heard the voice of the southerner from yesterday, I perked right up 
to listen  best I could. The man came over and once again began to fondle my 
body. Strange  as it was, I didn't hear the voice of the foreigner.  

The man and  the mayor once again went on talking about me as if I wasn't 
even there. The  only substantive talk was on the selling price of the 'it'. My 
body was now  worth almost twenty thousand dollars; but further negotiations 
were interrupted  by what sounded like a female.  

The mayor  apparently had received an email from her a few days ago and had 
given her  explicit instructions on locating the campsite. She didn't sound all 
that young,  but by her accent, I'd have to say she was a Bostonian. She made 
quick work of  inspecting my body, as my humiliation continued to  escalate.

My  cock didn't take long to erect, under her careful and calculated 
manipulation.  "Good to see that the slave's penis is still intact. I think a foreskin 
is so  sensual and that's a plus for me; should I decide to purchase the 
'boy'. And  since I'm unable to bear anymore children, I won't have to have his 
tubes cut,  which is also a huge savings. I don't suppose you've left his rectum 
in tact?"  

Holy shit!  Now she's talking about my ass. What is it with everyone so 
concerned about my  ass? And what's this about cutting my tubes. I ain't about to 
fuck some old  lady!

"My  dearly departed husband, so enjoyed going down into his dungeon and 
playing with  his 'boys' rectum. It seemed as if it was the only thing that would 
keep my  husband in a good mood. But when the 'boy' ran off, my husband became 
so upset  that he never did get himself another one; so he died an unhappy  
man.

And now  that I have a new and much younger husband, I'm in need of a new 
'boy' just for  him. I so loved to watch my husband with a 'boy' and that's the 
reason I'm in  search of a new 'boy'. I was always so captivated by the amount 
of pain that a  man can withstand and my late husband always seemed to get his 
'boy' screaming  and begging him for mercy. I'll never forget the day when 
the 'boy' had his  vocal cords severed; it was needed I suppose, but I did enjoy 
the yelling  so.

I'm just  thankful that my late husband never discovered that I would sneak 
down into the  dungeon and impale myself on the 'boy'. I had such fun I can't 
begin to tell  you. But my new husband has seen to it that when we get him a 'b
oy', that I  won't be able to have intercourse with it. He's even spent 
countless amounts of  money on an elaborate system which ensures that the 'boy' will 
never leave the  downstairs dungeon, not to mention my sneaking down for a 
quickie. Here, let me  show you some pictures of our remodeled dungeon and I 
think a few of them show  my new  husband."

I  heard the mayor commenting, rather nicely, about the dungeon and the 
lady's  current husband. It sounded as if the man had spent tons of money equipping 
the  cellar with every conceivable thing in the world to have 'only the 
finest  dungeon' in the country.

It also became clear that the lady  had no clue that the other man was there 
to purchase me as  well.

The  fragrance of the lady reminded me so much of the ladies that were in the 
nursing  home while my grandmother was alive. It nearly made me sick to my 
stomach, as  she got up into my face and began inspecting my teeth. She made a 
few comments  about my teeth, none of which I totally understood, except for 
the one about  having certain teeth  removed.

"Harold always had this thing about hanging his 'boy' up by his mouth, so he 
had  the back teeth removed so that when he pushed the metal bit into his 
mouth, he  wouldn't break any of the boys teeth. It looked rather nice, seeing his 
'boy'  hanging there by his jaw muscles and I know it had to hurt so good. 
Harold  always hung him like that every time Harold wanted to put those 
electrical  things on the penis and up the rectum. It just so cute, watching 'boy' 
thrash  about, and it always made the 'boy' loose control of his bladder function 
and  urine went everywhere. I remember it as if it was  yesterday.

Am I boring you with all of this nonsense? It's just that I haven't had 
contact  with people such as yourself before, so I feel obligated to give you a 
little  background on where and how the new 'boy' will be treated and cared for. 
Did I  mention that my husband is a lot younger than me? Well, you see… Marvin…
 I call  him that… but his real name is Jarrod… well anyway…Marvin used to 
work for the  company that takes care of our indoor swimming pool. And after 
Harold passed  away, Marvin came to me and told me that my late husband used to 
allow him down  in the dungeon to play with the 'boy' too.  That's how I got 
to know  Marvin. When Harold was away, Marvin would come by to tend to the pool 
and he  would always get undressed for me when I asked him to. He looked so 
natural that  way, but you know that, don't you. As time went on, Marvin would 
let me put his  penis into my mouth, which was something Harold never, EVER, 
let me do.  

>From there,  our friendship blossomed; and two weeks after Harold passed away 
I proposed to  Marvin. We've been married now almost six months and his 
birthday is coming soon  and I so much want to buy him his own 'boy' as a surprise. 
If possible I'd like  you to deliver the 'boy' to us on Marvin's birthday. 
Did I ask, of course not;  but just how much are you asking for this 'boy'? Oh, 
this will make a fine  present for Marvin's 27th  birthday!"

"Well ma'am, thank you so much for such an informative background", the mayor 
 responded. "I'm sure that you could find another 'boy' closer to home that  
wouldn't cost nearly as much as this one does. There must be a lot of young 
boys  in Boston that would love to be cared for in such a fine manner as you've  
described. As you can clearly see, we've done a considerable amount of work 
on  this slave and his current selling price is twenty five  thousand."

I  thought I would hear the lady start to yell but she took all of us by 
surprise  and said, "Is that all? I was expecting to pay a lot more; or so I read 
in some  of the articles off of the computer. I guess one should never believe 
everything  one reads on the  internet."

The small group of people went totally silent. I could just imagine their 
brains  whirling around, trying to figure out this lady. I'm positive that the 
mayor  tossed out that price just to entice the other man into making a  
counter-offer.

"And," the lady started in again, "I've brought cash. I left it back in the 
car  with my driver. I can summon him up to bring you the required funds, 
should you  need them  now."

"Well,  no ma'am. As I explained to you on my last email; I'm going to weigh 
what is in  the best interest of the buyer and the slave before I decide who 
shall benefit  from the slave's body. This gentleman here is also interested in 
the slave you  have your hand on, and he has offered more than what I'm 
asking for. I almost  feel as if I should simply put the slave up for auction and 
let the two of you  bid on the slave; but I am expecting one final person today 
to inspect the slave  and until that person does so, I'm unable to enter into 
a sale of the  merchandise. And I have three proposals from overseas to 
consider as well.   How about if we all reconvene back here for a nice evening meal 
while the  weather still holds? I can arrange for an excellent cookout, where 
everyone can  sit and admire the slave while eating and then we all can work 
things  out."

There  was a momentary silence, before the two outsiders agreed to return for 
a  cookout. The lady said she would go into town and take a room at the hotel 
along  with her driver. Apparently the other two men had already gotten a 
room in town.  But before leaving the lady made one last sweep of her hand over 
my back, coming  to rest in the crack of my ass; while she twinked a fingernail 
over my rectum.  "He'll make such a fine birthday present. I certainly hope 
that you consider all  of your  options."

For some stupid reason, I too, began to think about the options that the 
mayor  had; all of which would bring him into some good money. But none of my 
thinking  meant a thing, as not even Carl had the faintest idea of what was or 
could take  place  tonight.

There was a considerable amount of instructions being given out by the mayor, 
as  he was hoping to put together quite a meal, not to mention a viewing of  
myself.  I couldn't keep up with the directions he was spouting out but it  
seemed that the men knew exactly what was needed.  They were moving the  tables, 
running off to get this and that and one of them was even preparing the  pole 
for later use. God, how I dreaded being bound to the pole, especially  
tonight with a female present.  

What caught  my attention next was the sound of the mayor speaking over a 
cellphone  (hopefully not mine). "Yes, it all went quite well. No, the last one 
or two  haven't arrived yet but I'm expecting them any time now, hopefully. 
Now, don't  go doing this if you're not sure. There isn't any turning back once 
you commit  to it. No, like I said, you'd get sixty percent of the selling 
price. Okay, I'll  leave it up to you. I don't expect that we'll be eating until 
after dark, so  just come up as early as you can; because they will have a lot 
of work to do  beforehand. Okay, see you later;  bye."

The  mayor apparently had walked away and had a quick conversation with Carl, 
which I  couldn't hear. Then the mayor came back over to me and began 
speaking to me;  which was the first time in quite awhile that he'd actually spent 
time with me,  alone. "Well boy, I guess you've figured out that we are going to 
be sending you  off to your new home. I'd like to have been able to keep you, 
but up here in the  winter it's just not the place to have a slave like 
yourself. You can be a  valuable asset to any man or woman and I only hope that you 
will continue to  obey and to accept your new life. There just isn't anyway 
now, that we can turn  back the hands of time and set you free. I'm hoping that 
you get sent overseas  but one never knows until the ink is on the paper, so 
to speak. I'd hate to see  you end up with the old lady, but money talks 
louder than words these days. I  just want you to know that my boy was pleased with 
your ability to suck cock and  I'm sure in time you'll improve even more. My 
only hope for you is that  regardless of where you end up, that they keep you 
a whole slave and not do  anything so radical as to alter your appearance. But 
there is much left to do  before they all return for dinner and such, so I'll 
leave you to ponder and  meditate on what lay ahead for  you."

As the  mayor finished up, he gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, which was 
something  he'd never done before. I took it to be an indication that he perhaps 
really did  have some feelings for  me.

The next  thing I know is that there is a rather callous hand grabbing my 
cock and it  could only be Carl. "Well boy, I'm glad I had the opportunity to 
meet you. You  sure have a way about you and the rebellious side seems to suit 
you quite well.  I hope you have a good and enjoyable life after today. I know 
that all of this  has taken you by surprise, but I'm sure you'll agree that it 
has helped you to  better understand yourself in more ways than you could ever 
have  imagined."

My cock was rock hard and Carl kept massaging it, causing me to come 
extremely  close to orgasm after orgasm. He knew when to stop and when to start; which 
was  his plan from the beginning. His manipulations only caused my sexual 
awareness  to an all time need to drop a load of  cum.

The  next thing I know, a strange voice was heard just in front of me. It was 
 definitely a mans voice; deep, distinctive and sounded very authoritative.  

There were  the customary greetings with Carl, who was quickly joined by the 
mayor and his  son. I had a sense that something was different about this guy 
from the  onset.

No  hands rushed to feel my body, but there was quite a bit of discussion and 
it  seemed almost as if I was missing something; as they talked openly about 
the  other two people interested in purchasing me. I couldn't begin to 
comprehend  everything they were saying; however I did get a slight touch on my back 
by one  hand, gliding back and forth ever so  gently.
"Well at least  the 'boy' looks exactly as shown in the photos. So many 
people offer up a body  for sale and it turns out that the meat for sale is nothing 
like what is in the  picture." The man said in such a way as to further 
instill, in me, the thought  that he was some sort of master or at least a  sadist.

"I  believe we have the required papers you mentioned. Not that is was 
difficult to  obtain them, but the problem occurred when we had to get someone to 
notarize the  signature. And as for the rest of the matters that we discussed, I 
believe they  too have been taken care of. I'm sure that the slave would find 
himself being  well taken care of, and will learn more than he could ever 
think  possible."

I  thought I heard him right. He did say "we' did he not? Now who is the 'we' 
part?  Does he have some kind of group that wants to purchase  me?

"If you  don't mind I think an inspection of the 'boy' is in order, and I 
always take  time to physically inspect every aspect of a slave. From my initial 
look at him,  I can't help but to think how much work will have to go into 
getting some muscle  definition on the body; but that's not a big deal, as I have 
quite an extensive  amount of equipment for just such a  body."

The  two hands that were roaming, randomly at first, seemed to be rather 
soft, which  perhaps meant that this man didn't have a physical day job. The voice 
continued,  as the hands kept gliding over my body.  "

"I've seen  the pictures of the 'boy' sucking cock, which is a good thing. At 
least by now  he knows to keep his teeth away from the cock. I assume that 
the 'boy' still  screams and begs when somebody is fucking his ass, but in time 
a good slave will  turn the screams into moans of pleasure, if he's fucked 
long and hard. Has the  'boy' shot a load lately? I'd like to see the texture and 
volume of one of its  loads if you don't  mind."

Without waiting for the mayor to answer, one of the soft hands worked its way 
 underneath me and took a firm, yet gentle grip on my cock and began working 
it;  causing it to almost instantly to erect. The grip was really close to the 
hold I  myself used to take when jacking off and I knew that it wouldn't take 
long  before I spewed seed. 
The only bad thing about this was that once again I was 'performing' in front 
of  strangers; just another step towards the total desecration of any sense 
of  humility I may have had in my normal  world.

I  didn't realize that I'd deposited my sperm into the man's other hand; and 
he had  looked at it, smelled it, and had run a finger through it; even 
commenting that  "it looks quite healthy and has a pungent fragrance which is most 
commendable".  The next thing I know, is that the sperm covered hand is under 
my nose, waiting  for me to recognize my own scent in order that I would accept 
it on my own  tongue.

I  licked the hand clean, the best I could do; before the hand offered me two 
 fingers to suck on. I went right to work, doing my best to accommodate the  
fingers and was once again rewarded with a compliment.  

However,  something still didn't seem just right. The mans fingers were in my 
mouth but  his voice was off to my left, just behind my head. Perhaps I was 
thinking to  much but it seemed odd for him to be reaching around just to make 
me suck his  fingers  clean.

I  then felt the hand go between the crack in my butt cheeks as he said, 
"with a  little work these will firm up nicely and be a true  asset."

Then  I felt his other hand spreading both of them apart, apparently wanting 
to see  how damaged my ass really was. I could feel him take short pokes at my 
pucker  hole, saying something like. 'it's been used but not damaged yet… at 
least not  until it gets a good and proper  fisting'.

Suddenly the mood of everyone changed, as the mayor called out a greeting to 
his  friend, the owner of 'Campers Korner' and his son from the grocery store. 
Hell,  am I to be the center piece of tonight's  dinner?

Before you could say "Jack Shit", the mayor called three of the men from camp 
 over and had them quickly subdue the young teenaged boy.  

"Sorry  son," said the boy's father, "but since you like sex with men and 
have shown how  rough you can get, I thought it in your best interest to put you 
up for sale.  I'm sure that tonight you will find a good home and all of your 
fantasies and  dreams will come  true."

I  listened, as the boy begged and pleaded with his father, but it didn't do 
any  good at all. From the sound of it, the boy was tossed up onto one of the 
other  tables and tied firmly by his limbs. His screams were ear shattering as 
one of  the men produced a knife and slit all of the kid's clothes off, 
including his  shoes and socks.  

"Damn, I  haven't seen my boy naked in years. He sure has filled out nicely. 
Darn if his  cock ain't bigger than mine." The store owner said rather 
whimsically.  

There were  directions given to the men to strip him of all his hair, clean 
out his bowels  and get him looking presentable; which meant to give him a 
bath. Within seconds,  the boy's screams turned to muffled sounds as one of the 
men shoved a dirty sock  into the teen's mouth. But the good part about it all 
was simply the fact that  for now I wasn't the center of attention. The bad 
part of it was that I felt bad  for the kid. Gay or not, being snatched up like 
this, by your own father, was  the ultimate betrayal. I could only think that 
this was just a way for his dad  to make some money off of his own flesh and 
blood, plus get him out from  underfoot.

When it was all done and said, the boy was on his hands and knees bound to 
his  table, just like me. Even the man, who had inspected me, went over and 
began to  examine the new  flesh.

Things seemed to quite down after that, with me only hearing an occasional 
sob  or two coming from the kid. I knew that the boy hadn't been violated 'yet', 
but  I wasn't about to hold out hopes that it wasn't going to happen before 
the night  was over.

The majority of the adult voices now seemed to be coming from around the  
campfire; perhaps all were taking a break to discuss the two of us, when once  
again the voices turned loud and it sounded as if a scuffle was taking place. I  
could not imagine what in the world was happening, but what ever it was sure  
sounded as if somebody was getting their ass kicked; and then all went silent 
 except for what sounded like a couple of deep, agonizing moans and groans of 
 someone in extreme  discomfort.

Several rounds of laughter soon ensued and as the laughter escalated I was  
beginning to frighten myself with horrifying  thoughts.

It  just seemed like so much happening all at once and I didn't know if this 
place  was going to self-implode or what. I tried not to think of anything 
except my  own well being, but with the kid being put up for sale and the fight, 
it was a  difficult thing to do; until… I once again felt the soft hands 
sweeping across  my body, soothing away some of the  tension.

A  one sided conversation started up between the guy who was rubbing his 
hands all  over me, or at least I believed it to be one sided. "A few rings here 
and there  would enhance it's beauty and value, don't you agree. Some heavy 
wrist and ankle  cuffs, say perhaps some three and five pounders would do it 
well. It definitely  needs to get more sun on the body, wouldn't you say so. I'm 
not sure what type  of collar it should have, but I feel it should match it's 
other restraints.  Can't you just see it chained up out back, pissing and 
shitting all nice and  proper. It would look nice in the cellar dungeon, not to 
mention how delicious  it's ass will be once it is laying in the  sling."

All  of this had to be a dream or worse yet, a nightmare!  Every word I've 
heard  out of all of the mouths of these so-called buyers were nothing more than 
 vicious means to modify a body and how they were going to 'make' the 'it'  
conform to a new way of living. This isn't pre-Civil War era, and it certainly  
isn't modern day American, or is it. I know there are groups of people who  
gather on their computers to talk about their personal conquests but I had  
always thought that such groups were nothing more than fantasy played out over  
the internet. This was beginning to sound more real, more authentic than one  
could ever imagine.  

Sounds of  laughter continued behind me, and I could not quite get a mental 
picture of what  they were laughing about. The few words the men were saying 
seemed garbled; as  the odor of burning charcoal began to fill the air, 
signaling the start of the  dinner  preparations.

I had been left alone for some time, apparently while the men found something 
 else to occupy their time and to amuse themselves with. I was beginning to 
think  that my brain was turning to mush, as anything and everything that 
related to my  past life was rapidly diminishing. To be totally honest; had someone 
offered me  their cock to suck, I'd willingly and graciously accept it at 
this point my  day.

Random  hands passed over and underneath me for the next thirty minutes or 
so, but  actually, time was becoming just another thing that I'd sort of lost 
control of;  which was totally my opposite just a couple of weeks  ago.

Eventually, I heard the familiar sound of the lady which alerted me that the  
dinner hour must be  approaching.

"I hope you don't mind", she started by saying, "but I brought my driver in 
with  me. It's been some time since he has had any excitement in his won life 
that I  thought it might do him some good to see how well your encampment is 
run; not to  mention that he can do with a good home cooked meal instead of that 
nasty stuff  you get in a restaurant. OH MY! I see that you've added two more 
naked men,  Opps, I should have referred to them as specimens. My goodness, 
the one hanging  over there on the pole sure looks like he is ready and up for 
just about  anything. And what can I say about this young one. He appears to 
be rather  bashful. You see, I know these things because I can tell be the way 
his penis  has retracted up inside of him. I learned that from my dear late 
husband. Have I  told you about him  yet?

And  just look at this one. He's still kneeling like such a good boy. I've 
done  nothing but think of how nice he'll make as a birthday present to my new  
husband, Marvin. I suppose I've told you all about him. Well anyway, I still  
want to take this one home, or rather should I say, have him shipped  back."

"So  glad that you decided to join us for dinner." The mayor said in a sullen 
tone.  "As you've already noticed, I've added two more slaves for everyone's 
inspection  tonight, and the reason I did so was to make everyone's selection 
fit more to  their personal needs. Although I'd care less which of the three 
you actually  picked, I'd think that this one over here would be much better 
suited to the  delicate and caring ways of your new husband Marvin. Not that the 
other young  slave wouldn't also be a good choice, but this one has more 
experience in  serving and could also prove to be a tremendous asset. The young 
one has been  involved with proper sex for some time now, whereas this one here, 
has only  recently started to accept his place in life. The one hanging on 
our pole,  there; well… he's a bit of a rebel and I don't think Marvin would 
enjoy him as  much. And I know that he has never had his penis in a female and 
that would make  for a bad experience for you as well. The young one, well… he 
can be easily  trained to perform whatever sexual needs a female may desire. 
Granted, he is a  more expensive purchase than the other two, but well worth the 
expenditure. And  not to forget, the young one has only had a couple of anal 
experiences and they  were with this gentleman right over here. So your 
Marvin, will be able to  extract all of the boys animal instincts when getting his 
penis implanted in the  rectum of this fine  specimen."

I  guess the older lady was lost in thought about what the mayor had just 
mentioned  to her; as she was slow in responding. "Well I suppose that you could 
be correct  in such matters. I'm sure my Marvin would love such a young thing 
but how does  he feel; I mean well… I'll need to feel his penis and testicles 
before I would  place an offer with you for him. I think, the more I look at 
his angelic  features that perhaps your expertise far exceeds that of mine when 
it comes to  the flesh of a  slave."

All  went relatively quiet, while the lady was inspecting the flesh on the 
boy. She  made several comments about finding stubble on him, which really 
displeased her.  "My late husband always kept his 'boy' spotless and smooth, but I 
guess out here  in nature you haven't the proper means to shave a slave in the 
prescribed  manner. Nothing can replace a proper shave of the slave's flesh, 
as smoothness  equals excitement and pleasure for a free  person."

It  finally dawned on me that this lady was what my parents would have 
called, 'just  a bit off center'; which brought an inner feeling of giddiness to my  
soul.

She  didn't hesitate or seem to be disturbed by the asking price of the 
teenager,  which just so happened to be thirty five thousand dollars. The mayor did 
 however, remind her that there were still two other groups or individuals 
who  might desire the boy as well; but in his own my, the mayor, more or less 
assured  her that the 'boy' was going to belong to her before the night was  
over.

After  a couple more minutes of conversation, the lady's driver had his pants 
down to  his knees and was fucking the boy's face. The only thing that I 
could figure  out, was that the lady was standing right next to the two of them 
watching her  limo driver getting his knob sucked, as she had to make a few more 
of her 'off  the wall' comments about how nice the 'boy' took to sucking a 
real mans  cock.


The last two dinner 'guests' arrived and seemed equally surprised at seeing  
three naked slaves bound and available for inspections. The mayor did his  
customary introductions, which I didn't get a good chance to hearing the names  
mentioned. There was some comment about the young 'boy' who was still 
satisfying  the limo driver. I think, although not totally positive, that the foreign  
speaking man was making his inspection of the 'boys' asshole, while the 
southern  gentleman was over inspecting who ever it was that had been bound to the 
pole.  

It seemed  as if everything was going as well as could be expected. The 
teenager was  apparently going to go as a 'present' and from the sound of it with 
the old  lady, the person on the pole was going to go with the foreigner after 
there was  an exchange of twenty two thousand dollars; and as for me, well I 
hadn't heard  any further discussion as to my  future.

Everything quieted down, while the guest, the mayor and the men at camp all 
sat  down to what smelled like a scrumptious dinner. They were to far away from 
me to  be able to hear what was being said; but I had come to the 
understanding that  regardless of what was said, none of it should have ever concerned  
me.

It was  after their meal was finished, that I was to learn the who, what, 
when, where  and why of everything that I'd not been able to see.

To Be  Continued...
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