Darkfire Knight

Gabriel's Nightmare

Chapters 5-6

Chapter 5

Clint hit the top of the cage, "Come on Gabe, get out of there. The quicker you get moving the faster your body will work out the cramps."

Gabriel gritted his teeth as he forced his scrunched up body to crawl out of the cage. He desperately wanted to stand, but knew he would have to stay on all fours until told otherwise. Still, he rolled his shoulders and head to loosen up some.

Clint watched in some humor for a few moments, enjoying the fact Gabriel kept looking up hoping to start morning duties so he could stretch out. This was the fun part of breaking in a boy. The boy was so desperate for some kind of comfort that even drinking piss and licking ass was better then his current situation. At last Clint sat on the bed and motioned toward his cock.

Gabriel bit back some frustration as he realized he would not get to stand yet, he would have to drink the man's waste while still in "pet mode". He let out a sigh and he moved forward and took the cock into his mouth. As usual, he felt Clint reach down and grab his nose. A second later the bitter liquid spewed into his mouth. Even though he was still terribly revolted by this, it didn't seem as bad as it had a couple of days ago. Part of him felt like crying as he realized he was actually getting used to all of this.

Clint waited until the last drops of piss had been sucked from his cock before he pushed Gabriel back; "You are doing better every day. You may stand and stretch; then we will continue your morning chores."

Gratefully Gabriel stood. He never even figured out he was silently thanking the man for being kind to him. He stretched for a few minutes then let out a breath of air. "Request permission to speak sir."

Clint smiled, "Go ahead."

"I really need to go to the bathroom sir."

"Very well. You may get down and use your litter box, then we will continue."

Gabriel got down on all fours again and scurried into the sandbox full of kitty litter. As shameful as it was to have to go to the bathroom like an animal he was still very happy for the chance to go. He squatted and took a dump while pissing. When he at last finished he carefully used he feet to cover up the lumps of shit and did his best to bury the pissed on kitty litter as well.

Clint chuckled as he watched Gabriel cover up his waste, "You have been holding that crap in hoping I would let you use a real toilet haven't you."

Gabriel was not sure if he was allowed to speak or not so he nodded his head. Of all the things he been though and found out, one of the simplest was if he told the truth, he would not get punished.

"I figured as much. I gave you a chance yesterday, but didn't find any shit in the sandbox last night. It would have been a hell of a lot easier on you if you had simply gone when you had the chance and not held it in." Clint stated. "I was not going to let you use a toilet again until you took a crap like any good pet. Glad you finally gave up and went. Now you may stand again and finish your morning duties. First, however, I need to wipe your ass so get into the bathroom and lean over the toilet so I can get you good and clean.

Gabriel stood and walked into the bathroom, the simple act of really walking was somewhat awkward after crawling everywhere for the last couple of days. It felt good though. With some resignation he again went down to his knees and leaned over the toilet. He stayed there waiting for Clint, because part of him just knew if he was not ready when Clint walked in, he would get punished. Obeying had become the lesser of two evils.

Clint took his time, first cleaning out the litter-box and throwing away the kitty litter and fresh clumps of shit. He briefly toyed with the idea of Making Gabe eat it, but as with many things over the past few days, the boy had followed instructions and had buried it like he had been told. Now if all this obedience would transfer to the sale today, he would be set!

He again looked at his controller debating for about the tenth time on whether or not to push the button with the plastic guard over it. As with all the times before, he knew it would have to be done, but Gabriel didn't deserve it.

"Oh well," he said aloud, "It is too bad, but this auction is just too damned important."

Clint smiled as he saw Gabriel's butt poking up in the air. He quickly took a wad of toilet paper and wiped the boy's butt then grabbed another wad and dug his finger deep inside to really get the boy clean. He sighed with some satisfaction as he realized Gabriel had not yelped or even made a sound. The fact the boy had closed his eyes and gritted his teeth mattered little. The important thing was he had learned to deal with a little discomfort.

"Excellent, you have learned well!" Clint praised the boy, "But today we are going to do something slightly different. Stand up and follow me into the basement."

Gabriel didn't like the sound of this. The basement was where he had been tortured with the hot and cold water, the basement is where he had been taken so neighbors could not hear his screams. No, he didn't have any desire to go to the basement with Clint ever again. If he didn't, however, he knew he would be punished and end up in the basement anyway, so reluctantly he followed.

Clint pointed to a metal support pole in the center of the basement, "Gabriel, go over there and sit. Put your hands behind your back and around the pole."

Gabriel saw two pairs of weird looking padded handcuffs and noticed there was a plastic tablecloth covering the types of mats used in gym class for tumbling all the way around the pole. The pole itself had a thick foam cushion all the way around it from the floor to about his chest in height. It was secured by several pieces of duct tape. He instantly knew this was not good, but couldn't quite figure out what was going on. As much as he wanted to refuse, he knew better, so he chewed on his lip and followed the instruction.

Clint pulled out the old battery in the collar and replaced it with a fresh one. He then secured Gabriel's hands with the handcuffs and made sure the plastic and the mats were firmly under him. He then took a second pair of cuffs and locked the boy's legs together. Lastly, he hooked a thick cord dog leash to the cuffs around the boy's feet and tied the other end around the foot of the washer so Gabe didn't have much room to move at all. He backed up and looked down at the helpless boy.

"Gabriel, let me first explain something to you. As I can tell from the look on your face you can see this is not something you will enjoy. To be honest, I will not find much pleasure in this either. What you are about to feel is what happens to boys who have been very bad, tried to escape, or have bitten me. You have done none of these things, so do not deserve this. However, I want you to understand just how serious this day is for both of us.

"I also want you to know this is the first and by far the easiest of the punishments I have for boys who are bad. So if something happens today at the auction that makes you want to stop behaving like a proper boy-pet, you can remember this. Then you can decide if behaving and enduring what is happening is worth never feeling this or the other punishments I could dish out. In other words this is a taste of what is in store if you speak like a human, don't walk on all fours properly, don't stay close enough to me, don't sit on all fours, or worse yet try to strike out at any of my friends.

"The padding under you and around the pole as well as the fact you cannot move much is all for your protection, not part of the punishment. Should you mess up today, you will feel this again and there will be no protection, do you understand what I am saying?"

Gabriel nodded his head and cried in fear, "Yes sir, but you don't have to do this! I will be good today sir!"

"I know you have your mind set that you are ready for today, but you are not. It normally takes weeks to train a boy-pet to be fully ready to be around others. You will be doing things you have not yet done. Small things you have not thought of like being naked around others without acting uncomfortable. Normally I take a lap boy to parties first. There you would sit on my lap naked while I play with you. I would also let others touch you so you could get used to it, but you have not even done that. No Gabe, I must do this."

Clint didn't wait for another protest; he flipped up the plastic safety covering and pressed the button underneath.

Gabe felt the two strange boxes secured under the backs of his ears buzz for a second. Then he shouted in agony as he felt a series of small needles lance into the soft skin. He tried to struggle loose of the handcuffs wanting desperately to pull off the boxes, but he couldn't. He never thought of the fact he would have rubbed his wrist to the point of bleeding if the handcuffs had not had the thick padding around them.

Suddenly the pain got worse, much worse. It started as small electrical shocks sent down the needles into the pressure point behind the ears then built to more powerful shocks. The shocks came in waves causing the pressure points to actually cramp up.

Gabriel started flopping uncontrollably, he head banging on the padded pole and the rest of his body twisting and turning trying to get away from the pain. So terrible was the sensation his struggles managed to move the washing machine away from the wall giving his legs some slack. He kicked with his feet slamming his heals over and over again into the mats Clint had put down. His shouts turned into to high pitched screams as the tiny boxes sent a new set of needles into the skin and started shocking new areas while the first set of needles withdrew from the nerves so one area would not become numb.

After nearly five minutes the shocks weakened as the battery lost its ability to keep going. Clint shut off the power completely and set the controller down. He looked over and saw Gabriel was barely conscious.

Clint grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, and went over to Gabriel. He washed the boy's face off and rubbed his hair for several minutes allowing the child time to recover. As he waited he carefully removed the handcuffs and pulled off all the connectors from the training collar and put a pair of Band-Aids over the areas behind the ears where the boxes had drawn some blood. He sighed; the needles were thin and strong. They didn't draw much blood and even without any aid the holes would stop oozing blood within minutes but he knew the boy would find some comfort in the fact he wouldn't be able to rub his fingers back there and come away with blood.

Carefully he picked the boy up and checked the plastic for signs of piss or shit. He was not surprised to find both. He was glad Gabriel had taken a shit earlier or this would have been a real mess. He didn't hold this against the boy; the device had been designed to be painful enough to make a full grown adult lose control of there abilities to hold in waste.

Clint took a few extra minutes to clean up the mess on Gabriel and throw away the plastic tablecloth. He then laid the boy on a clean section of mats.

"Gabriel, you need to stop crying and listen."

It took a few moments but Gabriel finally made eye contact with Clint. His crying slowed but didn't stop. He was too afraid and too overcome with the ordeal to fully shut off the flow of tears. He did manage to squeak out a few short words, however; "I am listening sir."

Clint knelt and ran his hands over the boy's smooth skin.

"There is something else I want you to think about."

In Gabriel's mind, anything including death would have been better than a repeat of the torture he had just received, so he decided to listen carefully so he wouldn't have to feel it again.

"What sir?"

Clint continued to run his hands down the boy's body. He got no resistance. Of course some of the most stubborn and mean spirited boys he had ever dealt with refused to fight after their ordeal with the boxes behind the ears. Still he had to make his point so clearly that there was no way this little rental would screw up at today's auction.

"Remember while you are at the party that if you mess up, Sara and Michael will be brought here. They will go through this as well and will be told you are the reason they are getting this punishment. Sara's dolls will then be burned and Michael's pet will be tossed into the fire."

Even though a haze of tears Gabriel's eyes went wide with terror, "Please don't sir!"

Clint felt like a master fisherman dangling the hook, now all he had to do was set it firmly in place.

"The problem is Gabriel, I will not have any say so. Because the only reason Michael and Sara are getting any fun time at all is because you agreed to obey. Once the others see you are not following through, then all my sway over them will cease."

"But you promised sir!" Gabriel screamed in horror at the thought of Sara screaming as the areas behind her ears burned like they were on fire. The addition of seeing her dolls getting burned would destroy her. Michael would be even worse; he loved his ferret. It had been his best friend since dad had been forced out of the house. If he saw it killed he might even kill himself. Of all of them, Michael had been the most hurt by dad leaving. He had few friends and was constantly picked on by older kids.

Clint shook his head, "No, I promised you they would get what you asked for as long as you obeyed. This will be the only chance one of the men who has your siblings will get to see if you have followed through, so he will make his decision today based on your actions. The other may only see you a few more times and he will probably make up his mind today on whether or not you have followed through on your end of the deal. If you behave perfectly, however, he will make up his mind today and your sister will get her nap times with her toys for the rest of the summer. You know, one of the reasons I had to get you ready so quickly was to satisfy them."

Clint couldn't believe how easily he had lied to the boy. He took great pride in always telling the total truth. That way his boys would grow to understand that whatever they were told was the truth. The problem this time was he needed Gabriel to push him to the top. If the boy found this out, it would either make him mess up on purpose or he would do as instructed in hopes of getting an easier summer. Clint couldn't afford the boy to make the first choice so he lied to guarantee the chose would turn in his favor.

Gabriel sat up weakly, "You didn't have to hurt me sir. If you would have told me how important this was for Sara and Michael it would have been enough."

Clint helped the boy to his feet; "I had to make sure. I know you care about your brother and sister and would never want them to go though this. Also remember, you had pads and were tied pretty tight. When a bad boy gets this punishment his head hits the post and his feet and body kick against a hard floor. What you feel now is not half of what the full punishment would feel like because you have none of the extra bruises."

Gabriel wobbled for a second, "I think I forgot to say sir at the end of last words to you. I am sorry sir."

Clint held out a hand to steady the boy, "I will let it slide this time. Now you go ahead and take a good shower and put on the shorts and T-shirt I left out on the bed. Then go cook us a good breakfast."

Gabriel staggered toward the steps and stopped, "What about the rest of my morning duties sir?"

"Today you get a break from them, if you do well today, you may get other breaks from your chores over the course of the summer. If you mess up, well 3;"

Clint let his words hang in the air as a stern warning. Judging by the look on the lad's face the message got through loud and clear.

Gabriel sat at the table and ate his breakfast in silence. It actually felt strange to be wearing clothing let alone eating like a normal person. It was wonderful to taste real food again. He loved sunny side up eggs and they tasted all the better after a couple of days of eating dog food out of a dish.

As he took each bite and savored the flavor, he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day would be like. He knew he would be naked in front of a whole lot of other people, which didn't thrill him in the slightest. He also knew many of the people there would try to hurt him and make him mess up. This terrified him. Sara and Michael would suffer even more than they already were if he didn't pass the tests. He wondered what the Auction would really be like. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Clint had Gabriel clean the dishes as he loaded the cage into the back of his car. He then handed Gabriel two pills. "I am going to cheat some, in your favor. If you tell anyone of this I will hurt you so bad your father would not be able to recognize you."

"You know my dad. Sir?" Gabriel asked with a degree of shock.

Clint quickly covered up his mistake, "Not really. I heard some from your mother before you came home from school that he was banned from seeing you though. I might even be able to pay a judge to drop the ban if you do well today and behave well over the rest of the summer."

Gabriel felt his eyes go wide, "You could do that sir?"

"Yes, but only if you perform well all summer. Put those pills in your pocket. Just before we get there I will pull off the road, have you undress and put you in the cage. As soon as I do you must take one of the pills. About half way through the day, I will take you back to the cage so you can piss and get fed and watered, at that point you will be given a few seconds to pop the other one."

"Dad told me never to take drugs. I don't want to be like mom sir."

"I understand, but these will make you relax while not making you sleepy. Things will not hurt quite as much, but your reaction times will be slowed so keep right on my leg."

"I will be OK without them sir."

Clint almost broke out with a burst of anger, but controlled himself. Instead he decided Gabriel should be reasoned with. His mom was a drugged out whore after all and there was a good reason the boy wanted nothing to do with drugs. He held up a finger to make sure he had the boy's attention, "Gabe, there are a few things I don't think you have realized yet. First off when you were walking around here as a boy-pet you had on the training gear, shock collar and were wired. When we get out to the auction site today, you will have a collar, but no leash and no training gear on. Thus there is no protection for your knees or hands. You will not get a warning about wandering too far. Truth be told there is only one reason I train my boy-pets to stay so close. It is for your own good. The closer you are to me the harder it is for others to hurt you.

"If you get separated from me, you will be at the mercy of whoever wants you. It is easy for a person to step on your hand or stick a finger or ink pen up your butt when you are close, but they do so in front of me and risk me returning the favor or worse to their own kid-pets. If someone gets between you and me, there is nothing to stop him or her from stepping down on both your hands while another comes up and kicks you in the balls. There is also nothing to stop them from grabbing your collar and leading you further away from me where you could be fucked or far worse. That is part of the game. You cannot shout out for help. If I get distracted and you are not on my leg you could be led off. I will try to find you, but there is no guarantee I will find you before someone sticks a baseball bat up your ass.

The easiest way for them to separate you from me is to hurt you, make you stop or slow down while I am walking. You will also be tempted to slow down every time your knee or hand hits a rock. I will try to help some, but I cannot help you in overt ways without others saying you are being protected and are not a boy-pet yet. If that were to happen, you will have failed.

"Now, if you take the pill you will still endure much, but things done to you will not hurt as much and will have a much greater chance of staying close to me."

Gabriel looked at the two pills and sighed, "Will I want more like mom does sir?"

Clint nodded, "You will, but you will not get any. The desire to have more will be broken very quickly because you will not have a chance to get addicted to them before I prevent you from getting more. If anything, you will see how easy it was for your mom to get hooked on junk and may be able to understand what happened easier."

"I guess I should thank you sir." Gabriel grimaced as he put the pills into his pocket.

"Probably, but you will go through enough today to make you forget wanting to thank me." Clint pointed to the stairs, "Go to the bathroom again so we can leave."

Gabriel marveled at the inside of Clint's car. It looked more like some sort of space ship inside than a car with all the lights and displays. There were no normal gauges or needles telling him stuff; it was all done with lights. Added to the speedometer, rpm display, oil pressure, and other displays, there was also an on board direction thing that told him exactly where the car was. The CD and Stereo was also all lighted so he had plenty to look at. His exuberance slowly faded to nervousness as the car headed out of the city and deeper into the county. He looked out as the distance between houses grew until one house at a time was all he could see. Finally the car slowed to a halt behind a grove of trees. Clint stepped out and looked around before opening the passenger door.

"Get out and strip. Take a piss and grab one of the pills. As soon as you are done climb into the cage."

Gabriel could see Clint was on edge. The last thing he wanted was for the man to get mad at him so he quickly followed all the instructions. He climbed in the cage and looked at the pill. Clint took one more look around then handed Gabriel a bottle of Gatorade.

"Drink this and take the pill now. You'll need the liquid anyway. Tuck the bottle in the back of the cage under the towel I put there. When you get out make sure it cannot be seen by anyone."

"Yes sir."

Clint nodded, "Good boy. For the rest of the day you are Gabe, boy-pet. No more speaking, no human sounding noises, no using your hands, no striking out, and you must stay on all fours. Got it?"

Gabriel barely nodded, remembering the punishment he had received the last time he had spoken after being given the same commands.

"Excellent!" Clint pulled the Band-Aids off from behind Gabriel's ears and patted him on the head.

"We only have a few more miles to go before you are there. Get your mind set to be a good boy-pet."

The last thing Clint did before shutting the cage was to put a leather collar with shiny sharp pointed metal studs around Gabriel's neck. A small red tag was engraved with the name "Gabe " on one side and "property of Clint M." on the other

As the cage door closed and locked him in he felt a knot grow in his gut. As the car started to roll again he knew it was up to him to endure whatever happened. For a moment he even scratched the area behind his ears. The memory of the morning's painful torture was still fresh in his mind and it allowed a new determination to set in. He never wanted to feel that again and could not allow Sara or Michael to feel it!

Each minute only made Gabriel more nervous. He was almost thankful when he felt the car slow to a stop and the engine shut off. At least he didn't have to worry about what was going to happen any more.

He heard Clint talking with another man for a few minutes then the back door opened and he could see several men and women gathered around the car. Many talked about him. All were curious how long he would hold out. Some even made bets. One thing he heard over and over was the fact that if he worked out, Clint would get some kind of promotion for sure. The fear inside him grew as he started to understand Clint was betting on him to get the new job. If he screwed up, there would be no question he would suffer very badly, as would his brother and sister. He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. The whine of the small motor on the cage didn't help the feeling in his stomach at all. If anything he had to fight the desire to puke.

"Gabe, come on out like a good boy-pet so I can show you off." Clint called out.

Gabriel took one last breath before crawling out of the cage. He had a bit of a hard time climbing out of the car while on his hands and knees, but he made it. The next thing he felt was the hot concrete and a few stones poking into his knees. Suddenly he understood why Clint had ordered him to take the pill. His hands and knees would be a mess by the end of the day!

Suddenly there were a whole host of people running their hands over him, petting him like he was a dog. Gabriel scrambled to get as close to Clint as possible. Fortunately, Clint hadn't moved very far so it was easy to make contact with his leg. Each movement over the pebble-strewn cement was killing his knees and hands. He desperately wanted to wipe off the rocks, but knew better. Instead he focused on staying close to Clint and ignoring a few of the rougher adults.

Gabriel hadn't been out of the car for more than a minute before the painful sensation of a finger being shoved up his butt ripped into him. As he had learned with Clint, he rocked forward a little but kept otherwise still.

"Very impressive!" A female voice stated, "And there are hardly any marks on him!"

"I have told you before," Clint stated with confidence, "You don't have to whip a child to get them to be obedient; there are higher tech methods available."

"We shall see Director." Another female voice seemed to hiss.

"Why if it isn't Directoress Michelle." Clint's voice held an edge of disgust underlying his cheerfulness. "Care to come and inspect my pet yourself?"

The long blond haired woman snorted, "Yea, why not?" She walked up to Gabriel, knelt and rubbed her hands down the boy several times. Then, without warning she grabbed his balls and squeezed at the same time her finger dug deep into his ass.

Gabriel had to bite his tongue to prevent making any noise, but he had actually been helped slightly by Clint. The man had prepared him for the assault by stepping down on his fingers a few moments before so he was not totally unprepared for the pain. As this dawned on him, he realized sticking close to Clint would also help him behave because the man could give him a few hints as to what was going to happen.

"Now Michelle," Clint chuckled after a few moments, "The boy's testicles are mine to crush or not crush. He has proven he can take your advances."

Michelle looked up and glared, giving Gabriel one last hard squeeze. "Yes, but now my finger is filthy!"

"So have my pet lick it clean or lick it clean yourself. He has a good flavor."

Michelle pulled out her finger and at last let go of Gabriel's balls. She then stuck her finger into his mouth and glared, "Make sure I don't have any shit under my fingernail!"

Gabriel accepted the finger. He licked off the entire finger several times then spent an extra few seconds sucking on it to get the long fingernail clean. The length of the nail told him why this butt had hurt so damned much. She had purposefully scratched inside him a little. As he stopped sucking he felt the fingernail drag along the top of his mouth drawing a little blood as she pulled out her finger. Gabriel had to fight the desire to bite her finger off. Only the thought of Sara handcuffed to the pole with the boxes attached to the back of her ears prevented him from clamping down.

Finally the woman stood and turned away. As a last attempt to get Gabriel to mess up, she planted her heal on the boy's hand and twisted it back and forth.

Gabriel felt a couple of tears trickle down his creeks, but he remained totally silent.

There were a few more hands that petted him and a couple of more fingers up his ass, but they were nowhere near as rough as the woman had been. Gabriel took a deep breath as Clint finally led him over to the grass. He took a few moments to drag his hands and knees over the grass slowly to dislodge the rocks and again found himself silently thanking Clint.

The next couple of hours were total hell on earth for Gabriel, as he stayed glued to Clint's leg. His only attention was on that one thing. He didn't look around at all. Every person that came by would pet him, smack his butt, kick him in the nuts, stomp on a hand, or shove a finger up his butt. Well over half the fingers he then had to lick clean. All the while Clint seemed to ignore him unless he saw something coming that might have the possibility of screwing up his behavior.

Once a man came over and started talking as Clint was getting a glass of punch from a bowl. The light step on Gabriel's fingers warned the boy something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, the man talked for a few minutes then started pressing his knee into Gabriel's side. By the time the conversation was over Gabriel found the bony knee was being rotated slowly and digging in. For a few minutes he wondered if his ribs would break. Occasionally the man would laugh at one of Clint's comments and slap his open palm down across Gabriel's back or butt.

When the guy moved away at long last, Gabriel was sure his back and butt were glowing red after the numerous stinging slaps. There was no question in his mind that his side had a massive red spot partially rubbed raw by the jerk's knee.

On another occasion, Clint spilled a slight amount of water from a glass onto Gabriel. The boy braced for the unexpected and found it was only a second away. He felt a finger go up his ass then a second finger opened his ass wide. The pain increased as his butt hole was stretched real wide with a third finger. The man continued to talk to Clint as he inserted a few cold balls of something into Gabriel's ass and then pushed them in deep with his finger. It reminded Gabriel of the time he had been very sick and his dad had given him a suppository. Having to keep whatever had been shoved into his butt up inside him was probably more difficult than all the pain and other torment he was put though. But a whisper of warning from Clint to not shit them out eliminated the possibility of expelling the discomfort. Every movement reminded him of the desire to take a shit to get rid of the now warm object

Slowly, however, Gabriel realized the attention on him had slowed some. Not completely, not by a long shot, but it was more casual. It was as if he had basically tested out to be OK and so many of the adults had tired of messing with him. This allowed Gabriel to look around a little while still keeping extremely close to Clint.

What he saw was both terrible for the boy to look at and somewhat amazing as well. The place was moving with a mass of people in a party like environment; there had to be at least fifty adults, probably more if one included the huge house where people moved into and out of quite freely.

There were tables of food, which Gabriel had already noticed, but had not really paid much attention to until now. They were stacked like a huge picnic with food, punch, water, soda, and bottles of beer. There was a grill blazing with ribs and other meat as well. Yet there were others like him who were not getting a chance to enjoy all the fun.

Kids. A lot of other kids. All of them naked, many walking around on all fours like he was. Some older kids were there as well, walking like a normal person but supporting huge drink trays, the only thing they wore was a collar with a tag like the one around his neck. Some of the kids were in far worse shape than he was.

He noticed one boy of only about seven walking on all fours with a leash attached to his collar. The boy was clearly in a great deal of pain. It took Gabriel a few seconds to see why, but when he did, his stomach nearly flipped.

The boy's dick had a string around it tied so tight the boy's dick looked almost blue. The other end of the string was tied to a thick stick like thing which stuck out of the kid's butt. The dick was pulled back and stretched tight by the string. As he watched, Gabriel saw the woman leading the boy push the stick further in to his butt making the string pull even tighter on the dick. The action caused the boy to stumble and fall to the ground. The woman yanked the boy back up by his hair and smacked him hard enough to hear. She then shoved the stick in even deeper.

He also saw a girl his age crawling next to one of the guys who had been at his house but who had not bid much. The girl's tits had rings through them and attached to the rings were weights that swung from side to side as when crawled. Gabriel shuddered as he saw the stretched nipples were actually pierced all the way though by the rings.

As Gabriel continued to realize he could look around some without getting away from Clint he started looking around just a little more. Most of the time he only did so when Clint stopped, but finally Clint went over to a bench and sat next to a man holding a boy of about 9 on his lap.

Clint pointed to the ground, "Sit Gabe!"

Gabriel was only too happy to comply. He stayed on his hands and knees but moved his butt to rest against his heels. He hoped this would give him a chance to really see what all was going on but the boy on the other man's lap pushed back his desire to look around some more.

Clint almost instantly eyed the brown haired blue eyed boy sitting on the man's lap with a degree of lust. Clint reached over and rubbed his hands over the boy's leg. This cause the youngster to pull back some.

The other man grabbed the boy's nose and mouth and clamped his hand over both,

"Billy! I told you to sit still when others touch you! I guess you don't want to breathe for a while!"

Billy struggled for a few seconds until Clint grabbed his hands and held them tight, "You are not being a very good lap boy Billy." Clint growled. "I guess you need to get a punishment!"

Even as the boy struggled for air the tried to shake his head and scream "No!" the only problem was no sound came out and neither man was in much of a forgiving mood.

Clint looked down at Gabriel as he used his free hand to pull on the boy's dick.

"Gabe take this in your mouth and bite down until you feel your teeth sink in just a little.

The other man removed his hand from Billy's nose so he could breath and smiled, "Wouldn't want you not being able to feel this slave!"

Gabriel didn't like the command even a little, but knew he had no choice. He scooted over and took the boy's small dick in his mouth and started slowly biting down. He could see the boy trying to scream and Clint and the other man had to hold Billy's feet and legs so he would stop kicking Gabriel.

Clint nodded approval; "You're doing great Gabe, but go real slow. We don't want you biting it off. When you think you are getting close to breaking the skin, roll your jaw back and forth until you taste a little blood then back off.

Billy continued to thrash and try to scream until Gabe tasted some blood and let go of the boy's dick with his teeth. He kept it in his mouth though.

The other man looked down, "Tasting blood?"

Gabriel blinked two times like Clint had showed him when answering a question: Nodding around others was not allowed.

"That is a yes David." Clint smiled and patted Gabe on the head. It was the first time he had shown any degree of kindness to the boy since they had arrived.

"Suck on it for a while. Whenever it starts to get hard, bite down." David commanded then turned his attention to Clint. Still he kept a firm hand over Billy's mouth.

Clint ignored both kids, "Seems like your slipping some David."

"Kids are getting too expensive. I can't afford the good ones any more. My plumbing company just hasn't turned the profits I had hoped for since I expanded. I'm still scrapping things together. I only made 200,000 last year."

"Hey, that company will make you ass loads once you clear the debt."

"Yea, but that loan will not be clear for another three years!"

Clint looked down to make sure Gabriel was still sucking Billy's dick, satisfied he turned back to the conversation. "You don't have to pay off a 20 year loan in 5 years!"

"Yea, but this is the first time we have taken on a debt since dad gave me the company so I guess I feel a little guilty."

"I can see that. You'll be pulling in well over a mil a year when the loan clears. So where'd you pick this one up?"

"Know a woman down in Miami who works in an orphanage. Billy here lost his ma in an accident a month ago, no other relatives. Got him for 2 grand."

David had to grab Billy as the boy jerked under the pain of a new bite from Gabriel.

"Good boy Gabe. Don't let his dick get hard!"

"Damn, that is a steal!" Clint stated in some envy. "I doubt I could get a Cuban kid for less than 5 grand and Billy is white!"

"Yea, well, I have a few other contacts in Florida. I used to work in social services down there you know."

"Yea, bet you got some dirt on a few child care workers!" Clint laughed

"More than a few. I'll sell you their names, if your are interested."

"What type of connections and how much?"

"Varies. I can pull two or three kids a year out of the place I got Billy without attracting too much attention. You tend to like really breaking in harder kids, so I could get you a guy who works with street kids down in the Keys. He charges a little more, but he can provide you with ass loads of Cuban kids and toss in a white, black or Hispanic once in a while. He is a hard ass though."

Clint pinched Billy's left tit until the boy started squirming, "How much for this one and your Key's friend?"

"How about you pay my loan and I'll give you a detective who takes care of investigating runaways, two guys who work in runaway centers in the same city, the Key's guy and Billy?"

Clint shook his head, "What are you trying to do, rob me? That is a 5 million-dollar loan! Throw in the orphanage worker and your house up on the Thousand Islands in New York, and we have a deal though."

"I'll give you the house, but not the orphanage worker. I don't go up north much anyway."

"Fine, but I get the yacht at the house! I'll still take a net loss of about three million, but I'll have some good contacts in an area where I currently have zilch."

"Shit, I never have learned how to navigate the St. Lawrence anyway. Too many Islands and rocks. You got a deal!"

David rubbed Gabriel's head and smiled, "Let's see how Billy's cock looks."

Gabriel was happy to obey, but bit the kid's dick one last time to make sure it was all the way soft. The last thing he wanted was to open his mouth and have any signs the other boy had enjoyed it. He was relieved to see both men smile at the sight of the limp dick with small teeth wounds. He turned away from the boy to look around some more while Clint broke out his cell phone and started making arrangements for the agreed upon transaction.

Billy only sobbed as he was transferred to Clint's lap. Gabriel shuddered as he realized the sort of deal Clint had just made was only one of many. His eyes fell on one Girl-pet of only 5 or 6 who stood next to one man until he received a large amount of cash from another woman. The woman then knelt and slapped the little girl's face over and over, grabbed her collar and attached a leash. The girl was then pulled away by what could have only been her new owner.

One of the younger servers, a boy of only 12 or 13 was also haggled over for a while. The boy stood crying, holding the tray while one man held his collar. The other man finally nodded. Another server boy then grabbed the boy's tray while the kid got kicked behind the knees very hard and fell down to all fours. As he cried, he allowed a leash to be attached. The second the boy was leashed, the man who held the leash pulled out a large fake dick, shoved it into the boy's butt and lead him over to a car. The kid was then forced into a cage exactly like the one in Clint's car. Gabriel was surprised the older boy had fit in a cage he found uncomfortable. The man slammed the car door and walked back toward the house rubbing his hands together.

A few minutes later a series of chimes sounded.

Clint stood, "Well I guess it is time to water and feed the pet and get ready for the auction. Would you mind carrying Billy over to my car while I let my pet relieve himself."

David smiled, "Not at all, my good man. Hell, now I can actually afford to make some bids."

"There are only two up for new sale for sure with maybe a couple of others."

Clint shrugged. "Hopefully there will be some re-sales to entertain us for an hour or so before the real sale begins. I hate it when our parties are short."

"I have not seen too many sales go down yet and this is the last major open sale in this area, is it not?"

Clint stood and made sure Gabriel was next to him before moving to toward the cars. "We are working on a few others, but this looks like the last full get together here. The next will be in the Bahamas next month."

"I might even be able to make that one now." David smiled, "but I have not yet made a reservation."

"Stay at my place. I like having the company!"

"Why that is most kind Clint. I shall take you up on your offer!"

Gabriel had the sudden desire to puke. How could two men who were so mean act so nice to each other? It was sick! What was even more sickening to Gabriel was the fact the real party still awaited. He bit back a cringe as his hands and knees encountered the hot pavement and rocks again. Only this time his knees were a little more raw and the pavement much hotter under the mid-afternoon sun. It took all of his efforts not to scream as he shuffled over toward the car. Yet he knew the day had not ended yet. Somewhere deep inside, he knew whatever else was to come would not be fun at all.

Chapter 6

Clint opened the back door of his car and pointed, "Gabe, hop up in there and take a quick break while I get Billy situated."

Gabriel clamped his teeth together to prevent making noise as his knees rubbed on the carpeted floor. The only advantage to this was it dislodged most of the tiny rocks in his knees.

Clint closed the door while whispering, "There is another full bottle of Gatorade in there. Drink it and take the other pill."

Before Gabriel could answer the car door slammed and he heard the trunk pop open. He didn't waste any time finding the second pill and downing the big bottle of Gatorade. He wasn't sure if the first pill had done any good or not, but he didn't want to take a chance. Any help was better than none by this point.

Clint continued to talk to David as he rummaged around in the trunk of his car.

"How long have you been working with this sorry excuse for a slave?"

David cuffed Billy on the head getting a yelp of pain, "Almost a full month. He does well at home, but he hasn't learned just what he is yet. From what I hear you just picked up Gabe a few days ago. How the hell did you do it? I don't see too many marks on him!"

"I keep hearing others say my ways of breaking kids has flaws. So I put a little extra time working on Gabe. I wanted to show just how good a trainer I was. With any luck it will get me a vote or two when elections come around on Saturday."

"You had my vote already. But from what I heard before chatting with you, the only one who might even come close is Michelle. She has quite a following, but after what people have seen of Gabe and the fact you haven't had him but a few days, she is loosing some of the ones who where not sure who to vote for. She is also very pissed at you."

Clint pulled out a pair of cages from his trunk and set them on the ground. "I know. She is going to try something else before the end of the day. I just know it. The only question is what and when."

David saw Clint pull out two pair of handcuffs and knew instantly what he wanted. He grabbed Billy's left hand and pulled it behind the boy allowing Clint to grab the boy's right foot. Quickly the cuffs were snapped down locking the bawling child's hand and foot together behind his back. As the maneuver was repeated with the other hand and foot David shrugged, "There isn't much you could do even if she wants to try something, unless she tries to damage Gabe."

"I wouldn't put it past her. Did you ever see what she did to that Spanish kid she bought a year or so ago?"

"No, but I heard all about it. Still, she kept to the Group's policies. She didn't kill the kid."

"Yea, I know. She also made a fortune off the video taped torture sessions."

Clint shook his head; "It amazes me he didn't die after half of what she did to him."

"Many of us sell the kids off knowing they will probably not survive their non-Group owners. I sometimes wonder why we have a no-snuff policy."

"Because that is what we all agreed to David." Clint snorted in some disgust, "Killing a child is a sign of weakness. If you can't make them obey then you don't deserve to be in the Group. I have only had to take a child to the doctor three times for injuries I was responsible for. Two were put through something I reserve for the absolute worst cases of slaves disobeying."

He dropped the helplessly shackled Billy onto the blacktop then opened one of the cage doors. "This one might have to feel it if he doesn't straighten up."

Billy felt the air rush out of him as his tummy smacked onto the driveway. With his hands and feet secured with handcuffs behind his back he could do nothing as he watched the ground rush to meet his falling form. The last thing he felt was his chin smack on the ground before he blacked out.

Clint shrugged, "How long since he had anything to drink?"

David looked at his watch, "About five hours now I guess."

Clint reached into the trunk again and pulled out a small tackle box. He opened it, withdrew a needle, an IV bag and a hospital packed IV tube. It took him only moments to slide a needle into the boy's arm and push him into a cage. He then flipped the cage so the wire-mesh door pointed skyward and carted the caged boy to the other side of his car. He opened the back door and pushed the cage inside. It took a few more moments for him to set the IV on a hook right above the seat belt and adjust the drip.

"Think four hours will be good or should I set it for a six our drip time?"

David shrugged, "I'd set it for six to be safe, but I am willing to bet the action will only take two or three hours at the most. I doubt people will want to stay too long after the sales are over."

"I'll set it for four hours then. If necessary I'll come back and put another on."

Clint took a moment to adjust a countdown timer on his watch. "He is probably a little dehydrated with all the crying he has done and I don't want him getting sick on me."

In the cage Billy could hear the men talking again as he drifted back out of the momentary black fog of unconsciousness. As he saw the needle and fluid slowly dripping into his body, he instantly wished he had not woken up. Knowing he would be like this for 4 or more hours terrified him, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. In the bottom of the cage he was unable to move and could only see the IV and the roof of the car. All he wanted was his mom and dad back, but they were dead. As he watched another drop fall from the bag into the tube going into his body, he wished he had been in the car with them.

Gabriel had heard a great deal of the discussion. Knowing Clint didn't kill kids wasn't much of a surprise to him. The man liked to inflict pain and get total obedience. He couldn't get either if he killed. The really scary thing was he seemed worried about what the woman who had scratched his butt and inside of his mouth was going to do. The woman had been the meanest of all the people so far and it sounded like she was not finished yet.

Before he really had the mind set for what was to come, he saw the door start to open. He quickly hid the second empty bottle of Gatorade under the towel in his cage and prepared to climb out back onto the rocky drive.

Clint pointed to a small section of grass under the tree providing shade to the car and a few others, "Take a piss and you may now get rid of what was shoved up your butt earlier by my good and dear friend Henry."

Gabriel scrambled to obey totally ignoring the rocks poking into his hands and knees. He squatted and pushed hard popping out three round balls, then turned and pissed by the tree. Having the objects out of his rectum was a great relief.

David knelt and picked up the items, "Damn Clint! This boy has been holding three shooter marbles up his ass from before the time we sat down?"

"Like I said. I am good!" Clint laughed. He then took a second to kneel down next to Gabriel. "I'm impressed. I thought he only shoved two up in you. You will be rewarded well if you make it through the rest of the day."

Gabriel took a deep breath and let it out. Hearing a kind word and getting some kind of hope from Clint was rare, the fact he did so in front of David made it seem more real somehow though. He had to force himself not to smile too much.

"You deserve some praise Gabe." David stated as he walked over. "You would not have made your master look bad at all if you had failed with all of this shoved up in you, but since you did make it, lick them off and I will take them around so Clint gets credit for such a wonderful job of training you."

Gabriel didn't hesitate. He had tasted enough of his own shit if the last few days to where this didn't matter much at all. He opened his mouth and accepted the marbles. A couple of seconds later he spit them out into David's hands clean and shiny.

David patted Gabe on the head, "Well done." He then turned to Clint. "I'll meet you inside. Save me a seat. Behind you so I have a good view."

"Will do. See if you can find out what the opening bids are going to be for the new kids. I want to know if I should bid on the used stuff or wait."

"Shouldn't be a problem." David nodded. "I'll talk to our host."

Clint looked down at Gabriel. "You only have to crawl across the pavement two more times. I know it hurts like hell, but just think about your brother and sister."

Gabriel blinked twice and moved out from under the shade. He shook briefly as heat ripped into his hands and knees from the sun and the black drive. Fortunately, Clint walked rapidly until Gabriel was back in the grass on the far side. He then slowed down again to allow Gabriel a chance to drag his hands and legs over the well-tended grass to dislodge all the stones yet again.

This time, however Clint made straight for the main house. Gabriel climbed the steps with a new round of silent thanks for Clint's training. He was able to stay glued to the man's leg with no problem. He saw a two other kids who didn't do so well. Both got cut off by other adults and ended up totally separated from their owners. Both were expertly maneuvered and had their collars grabbed. No one made any attempt to stop the adults as they led the kids away from their owners. Gabriel could see by the looks on their faces, they knew they were in for a very bad time.

The boy mad a feeble attempt to pull away as the man reached for his collar, but the second his collar was grabbed he stopped any struggling. Obviously, he knew to do so would only make matters worse as his shoulder's slumped in defeat.

Gabriel also noticed many people were watching him, hoping he would become separated from Clint. One man kicked him in the nuts. The pain was intense, but again the time Clint had spent making him walk up and down steps had prepared Gabriel for this. He sucked in a breath and pushed himself even tighter against Clint's leg.

A young woman tried a different tactic. She sent her pet forward to bite at Gabriel's heels. Gabriel nearly cried out as he felt the boy's teeth sink deep into his heel. He jerked hard enough to get Clint's attention but managed to keep quiet with only a slight gasp that was drowned out by the noise of others talking and the general hustle to get were everyone was going.

Clint glared down for a moment before he caught sight of a set of teeth marks oozing a steady stream of blood on Gabe's right heel. His eyes hardened, but he kept his face very neutral. Clint got to the top of the stairs and turned around sharply. He reacted with such lightning speed no one, including the kid who had bit Gabriel, could react to it until it had already happened.

Gabriel barely blinked before he realized Clint held the boy by his collar high in the air. As the boy thrashed and started choking Clint flipped the tag on the collar around, "Patricia, this pet is yours and just bit my pet! Did you order him to do so!"

A few eyes turned to look at a woman while a few more glanced down at Gabriel.

One man bent down and ran his hand down Gabriel's back and butt before looking at the boy's foot.

"Clint is correct, the boy is bleeding. It is not a small nibble either. It is deep enough to need some minor tending to. I gather you didn't give permission for this?"

Clint shook his head vigorously. "No I did not."

He glared at the boy who was desperately trying to pull Clint's hand off his collar as he slowly turned blue. Clint flipped the tag over again so he could read the name, "Andrew stop fighting me. You are only making matters worse for you and your owner."

The man who was taking his examination a few steps further by playing with Gabriel's balls turned to look at the woman, "Patricia, We need an answer. Did you order the boy to bite 3;" He paused and looked at the tag on Gabriel's collar, "Gabe huh. I have heard a lot about you today. Pretty damned good, didn't hear you yell out even after such a hard bite. Nice work." He turned his attention back to the Patricia.

"Well, did you order your pet to bite Gabe?"

The woman glanced around, made eye contact with Michelle, who gave her a slight nod, and then sighed.

"Yea, I did. I was trying to separate Gabe for a little fun. But I didn't mean for Andrew to bite him so hard."

Clint caught the unspoken communication and knew instantly this had been a set-up to make Gabe screw up. It was difficult not to smile as he realized several others had seen the exchange as well. He kept his mouth shut. There were rules in the Group for this sort of thing, not that it happened very often. Normally he would have to decide what punishments would be handed down. This time, however, he was involved so he could not make or even suggest a solution.

The man kneeling next to Gabe shook his head, "Patricia, get real. You ordered your pet to bite this boy hard enough to separate him. We have all seen and heard how well Gabe has done today. There is no chance a small nibble would have broken him off of Clint's side. Besides, this is not a small bite. I'm going to have to take him up and clean it, and put a bandage on his heel.

"Andrew has been to four or five parties with you now as a pet. He would not do this unless you had ordered him to do so!"

"I said I did!" Patricia snarled, "I fucked up, but I had no intention of damaging Gabe. I'll deal with Andrew when I get home."

"On no you wont!" A man growled from behind Clint.

Gabriel looked up to see the man who had made the winning bid on his brother. He looked around desperately, hoping to catch sight of Michael. After a few moments it became apparent Michael was not with him, at least not at the moment. Instead a boy of about 12 stood on all fours right next to the man. It didn't take a genius to see the resemblance. The boy was clearly the man's son. He wondered if this was a good sign or a bad one.

Michelle spoke up, "What do you mean she won't Randy? She can do whatever she wants 3;"

"Shut up Michelle." Randy fired back while moving forward, "Clint's pet has been hurt bad enough to where one of our doctors thinks he needs to be tended to. Besides, anyone with half a brain could see who was really behind the attack. You don't what to push this issue."

Michelle cheeks flushed bright red but she kept her mouth shut.

Randy walked over to Gabe, "Take him upstairs Doctor Adams and get him fixed up. I'll deal with this since I am the only other board member here at the moment."

The man picked up Gabriel who was almost gritting his teeth in a combination of pain and embarrassment. This was the first time he really thought about how many people were seeing him totally naked. Of course everyone was looking right at him at the moment too. As the man caressed his butt cheeks and took him up the spiral staircase leading to the upper floors, he wondered why he hadn't thought about his nudity until now. As he thought more about it, he guessed it was a good thing he hadn't thought about it. He would have surely messed up by now if he had.

Randy shook his head as he walked over to Clint, "Put Andrew down before you strangle him."

Clint felt his eyes go wide as he realized the boy he was holding up by his collar was already unconscious. He quickly put him on the floor and checked to make sure the kid was still breathing. Even before he did, however, he could see the boy's chest raising and falling taking in as much air as possible.

Patricia moved forward but was blocked by Randy, "He is no longer your concern."

"What!" Patricia shouted.

"Simple." Randy stood firm, "You ordered him to do something way outside of the rules of the Group. Therefore you loose him."

"I paid over ten grand for him!"

"I am sure Michelle will get you one of equal or greater value."

Clint got a moment of satisfaction as he watched Michelle glare yet nod very slightly in Patricia's direction.

Randy smiled seeing the same thing, "Furthermore You are banished form this and the next two major parities. That should give you time to find and train a new pet. Now get out!"

"What will happen to Andrew?" She asked in some shock.

"You can give Clint a call and ask when you get home. He deserves ownership since it was his pet who got bit by your orders. Now leave!"

Patricia glared at Michelle, Clint, then Randy as she left the building. Rather rapidly things returned to a festive state for the adults as conversations turned toward the upcoming auction.

Gabriel winced as the man who had taken him up stairs took some stuff out of a large box and started scrubbing at the bite on his heel. It seemed strange to see someone using a big tackle box with an Eagle Claw insignia still displayed on it as a doctor's bag, but it seemed to work well from what Gabriel could see. Gabriel felt a sudden round of sadness as he remembered his dads Eagle Claw fishing equipment and last summer's trips fishing and camping.

His thoughts were cut short as the man poured some liquid which stung quite badly onto his heel. As this went on, he realized only a few days ago he would have cried if he had felt this much pain. Now it only hurt and he bet the pills he had taken were only partially responsible for this change. One thing was for sure, having Clint's dick shoved up his butt hurt far, far worse than what the doctor was doing to his heel.

Gabriel wondered if he was totally messed up. Would he ever be the same? He doubted it. As the man continued to work on his foot and fondle every centimeter of his body his mind started to wander. What was happening to Mikey and Sara? Where were they? How could anyone turn his own son into a pet like the man who had bought Mikey had? How could there be so many mean people in the world?

Gabriel's few moments of peace came to an end as he felt the man put a few stitches to stop the bleeding. It took only another few seconds for the man to put a bandage on his foot and tape it into place. A moment later he was rolled over and the man was looking down at him.

"I fixed you up so you owe me. Do I get a blow job or do I fuck your ass?"

Gabriel looked at the man is surprise and shock at first, but then reality took over. "May I speak sir?"

"How else are you going to let me know?"

The man seemed a great deal friendlier than most of the other adults and his touches were not harsh, but he still wanted to stick his dick in to him. He hoped the man didn't have a thick dick like Clint did.

"I guess it is what you want sir."

"You are still a slave, but your pet status is on hold for the moment. I am giving you a choice, so I would suggest you make up your mind or I might decide I want both."

Gabriel noticed the man's smile was not nearly as sincere as the joking tone of his voice. He knew if he didn't state a preference he would like end up getting both. Gabriel wondered how many men and women there were like this as he swallowed and sighed, "I would prefer to suck your dick sir."

"Make it a good one, and I'll give you a pain pill that'll make the rest of the day breeze by!" The man stated as he pulled out a dick of only about 4 inches [10 cm].

Gabriel looked on almost relieved at the fact the manhood was only half as thick as Clint's and probably a little shorter too! As he moved forward he decided to brave a question.

"Are you really a doctor sir."

"Yep. Doctor Adams. Been a medical doctor for over 10 years now."

"May I ask a question sir?"

"Sure you can. What did ya want to know?"

Gabriel blushed slightly as he formulated the one question that had really been bothering him, "Will I be OK if I have to keep licking my poop off things and licking butts? I mean, won't I get sick or something sir?"

The doctor motioned for Gabriel to get busy sucking on his cock. He waited until the boy had settled and was busy taking his rapidly hardening manhood all the way into his mouth, "Having to lick shit off something or lick ass is probably not going to make you get sick unless the other person has some sort of sicknesses. I can guarantee you neither Clint nor I have anything for you to worry about, and your blood was checked out by us before you were put up for auction."

The man could see by the look in Gabriel's eyes the boy didn't see how his blood could have been checked, so he continued to explain.

"You, your sister, and your brother all saw a doctor before you were put into foster care and again just a few weeks back when your father was worried you were not getting enough to eat at home. I was able to talk to a fellow doctor and get the lab results and medical records from both visits and compared them. With lab tests being done only a few months apart it would have been easy to notice any changes in the tests, but there were none, so you are free of any harmful viruses.

"Now, if you are ever forced to eat a great deal of shit then you might start getting sick. I have had to treat a few of the kids here with antibiotics because their owners made them consume a great deal of human waste. I don't think you will have to worry about that, however. You seem to be amazingly well trained and behaved."

The doctor patted Gabe on the head as he continued to feel the boy's tongue play with his dick, "Besides, you give a great blowjob. Clint would never want to get you sick with skills like you are developing."

Gabriel forced himself not to cry. The very last thing he ever wanted to do was be skilled at sucking on men's dicks. Yet if he did it well he would not hurt and this man's cock was tiny compared to Clint's massively thick piece of meat. This didn't hurt his jaw and only kind of made breathing hard. He wondered if it was a good or a bad thing wishing this man had rented him instead of Clint. As his mind spun in endless circles debating what would be better he felt the man's dick jerk. A second later he felt the explosion of cum into his mouth and forced himself to swallow it all.

"Well done little Gabe!" The man stated as he pulled Gabriel back and looked the boy over. "Not a drop spilled!"

Again Gabriel felt helpless and deeply ashamed. He realized he was getting good at being a sex toy, just like Clint had told him he would. Making matters even worse was the fact he had basically gotten accustomed to having a dick in his mouth. He felt like crying, but what good would it do? If anything it might cause harm to Sara and Mikey.

The doctor pulled up his pants and left the room.

Gabriel wasn't sure what to do so he stayed put. He hoped the man would come back or bring Clint. The last thing he wanted was to have that Michelle woman find him in a room alone. His fear was just starting to increase when Doctor Adams returned.

The doctor went straight over to his green tackle box like medical kit, pulled out a bottle and come over to Gabe. He handed over a large glass of lemonade and opened the bottle. He put down a single yellow pill.

"I talked to Clint. He wants you downstairs for the rest of the party, but he did give me permission to give you one of these, so don't be afraid to take it. It tastes real bad, so you'll want the lemonade as well."

Gabe thought of his mother on drugs, and didn't want to take the pill. He had already taken two pills. He didn't want to be a druggie like his mom, but if he didn't the fairly nice doctor might turn mean. He decided the lesser of two evils was to take the pill. Besides his heel still hurt some from whatever the doctor hand cleaned it out with and the subsequent stitches.

"I'll carry you down the steps so you will not have to do too much crawling until the pain dulls some. But once I place you next to Clint you will revert back to pet mode. Understood?"

"I will be a pet as soon as I am next to Clint sir."

"He has taught you well! You even answer in a way that shows you were listening. I'm going to have to get with Clint and see what his secret is!"

Gabriel said nothing as the man carried him down the steps. He couldn't help but notice the man's hands played with his butt cheeks and balls the whole time, but not in a mean way. In some ways it kind of felt good, which bothered Gabriel more than if it had been painful.

Gabriel looked around as the doctor took him into a central room. There was a mini stage set up against one wall and many people seated in folding chairs all the way around talking and enjoying the party. Next to many of the adults were their kid pets. Nude serving children made their way around with trays of drinks and snacks. Almost all of the servers were subjected to numerous touches and pats form the adults as they offered those around them whatever they wanted off the rather heavy looking trays.

Clint was seated right down in front. Next to him was Michelle on the right and Randy on the left. Gabriel almost sobbed as he saw Mikey sitting nude on Randy's lap getting his dick played with. His whole body was full of bruises and his hands and feet were tied with some sort of string.

As Gabriel was put down, Randy pinched Mikey's right nipple and stated loud enough for both boys to here, "You are a lap toy, don't you dare look down at Clint's boy pet or ask him for help. He is doing this for you anyway."

Tears rolled down Mikey's face as he watched Gabriel get put down on the far side of the man sitting next to him. He started to try to wave his tied together hands only to get a hard squeeze to his nut sack from Randy.

"What did I just tell you!"

Mikey winced and let out a small squeal of pain before turning his head away from his older brother.

The doctor nodded to Clint and sat down on the far side of Michelle.

Clint gazed down and Gabe before speaking in a very firm voice, "I heard you got a few stitches. I know it hurt and you did real well not to make any real sounds. It does not mean you may misbehave now, however. Stay still and keep all four feet on the ground. You may not sit. I want to use your back as a drink table."

Gabriel took a deep breath as he felt a cold glass get put down on the middle of his back. He tried a few times to look in Mikey's direction but the man who had bought him was not going to allow his brother to look his direction. From where he sat we could clearly make out a dozen or more marks on his brother's legs and side. He could also see something kind of sticking out of his brother's bottom.

The boy, who had to be the man's son was on all fours just like Gabriel was. Also like Gabe he had a drink on his back. He saw Gabriel looking at his brother and managed to shake his head as if warning Gabe to remain silent and to not stare.

Gabriel nodded slightly and blinked twice wondering if the boy would understand. He was somewhat surprised when the boy flashed him a quick grin and returned the blinks.

This made Gabriel wonder if there were other unspoken communications going on throughout the room. It was difficult to get a good look around the room staying still on his hands and knees at the front of the room, but he did manage to glance around some.

It took time to see other kids blinking and moving a finger here or there, but he was sure there was indeed some kind of communication going on. This allowed him to keep his mind off his brother and try to figure out if he could pick up some of the tiny gestures.

In some ways it was nice to have the older boy so close, for the kid seemed to detect what Gabriel was doing and made it a point to use his eyes to point out what Gabriel needed to be paying attention to.

Gabriel was totally confused by what he was seeing and was really starting to wish he could shift more when the lights dimmed. He turned his attention toward the stage wondering if this would be anything like his own sale had been. The fact so many adults were there told him this would probably be even worse for whoever was to be put up for auction.

As a set of lights beamed light onto the stage Gabriel knew he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. The real problem was he could tell Michelle was up to something. He didn't know quite what but he knew she had demanded something from one of the serving boys.

Somehow he just knew it meant a new round of torment from the woman in the red dress.