Darkfire Knight

Gabriel's Nightmare

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Chapter I

By the time Gabriel reached the playground most of the other kids were already racing for the fence eager to start a summer of carefree fun. He glanced back to the main building and took a deep breath. There would be no more guaranteed lunch meals from within those walls for three months. This also meant there would be no guaranteed meals period for three months.

Clutching his report card in hand, he glanced around again finally spotting his younger brother and sister. The twins didn't look any happier then he did. Oh well, maybe mom wouldn't be home for a few more days. He would run down to the donut house about midnight and grab all the pastries they threw out every night. It would at least provide some food.

"Come on Sara." He shouted after a few minutes, "I don't want you getting all dirty."

Gabriel's younger sister stopped digging in the bush for the small cat she knew lived there and came over.

"Why?"

"Cause we don't know if dad paid to have the water heater fixed yet. You want to take a cold bath?"

The 2nd grade girl looked up to her older brother and shook her head.

"Dad always comes through!"

Michael stated coming to his sister's defense.

"Yea, but only if he knows about it. Mom may not have told him yet." Gabriel replied. "We just better be happy he pays all the bills or mom would spend it all on drugs."

"She would not!" Sara responded with an angry push.

"Yes she would." Michael shifted his feet uneasily, "And you know it!"

"Enough!" Gabriel growled as he grabbed the hands of his younger siblings. "Let's get home 'fore someone hears and we get put back into foster care."

The threat caused Michael and Sara to quiet down instantly. Neither of the twins wanted anything to do with that nasty lady who locked them in the basement every night. All she had wanted was the money she got from the state. Gabriel hated her for feeding them oatmeal for dinner every night and locking them up in the dark basement. He had to make sure they all got baths and did their homework. If he didn't, she told him she would tell the social worker he was stealing things. He knew that would mean he would get sent to a shelter and the twins would be split up. He had promised his dad he would take care of his bother and sister, so he went along.

As he walked keeping a hold of the hands of his siblings, Gabriel thought back to what had become an every worsening nightmare. A year ago mom had found pleasure at the end of a heroin needle. Things started disappearing as she pawned more and more things to get a new load of junk for the needle. Dad finally had enough, and slapped her one night. She called the police and he was arrested.

The police then took the all three of them and put them into foster care while they checked to see if dad hit them too. Every day they had to go see a person who kept on asking questions about dad and mom. None of them said anything about the drugs, afraid to get mom in trouble. Finally they were returned home, only to find dad had a court order to not live at home or even contact them. He broke the restraining order once, but got thrown back in jail for a week because of it. Now he only paid all the bills, made sure the house stayed working right, and paid to have the lawn kept up.

The money he sent for food went to mom, which meant it went for drugs. Dad, of course knew this, so he sent groceries once a week too, but mom often times fed her drug providers with it and let her kids go hungry.

She also went through binges of eating and throwing up. When all was said and done, Gabriel usually managed to get three days of food per week. The rest was the lunches dad paid for at school and him sneaking behind fast food places to grad food thrown away after busy times, and the always-reliable Donut House.

He tried to contact his dad a few times, but with no luck. He was just old enough to understand his dad was not made of money and was spending almost everything he made trying to take care of them. This meant sacrificing some of the things most took for grated, like a phone. With out a phone, Gabriel didn't know of any way to find were his dad lived, so he was stuck. Summer, which only a year ago he dreamed of, now seemed like a 3-month sentence of being the only adult in the house. A house, he thought to himself, not a home like most kids have.

As the trio of children rounded the corner of their street, Gabriel's stomach twitched. One of his mom's "contacts" sat on the porch smoking a cigarette.

"So much for mom staying gone." He said aloud.

Michael looked up, "That's Toby." The 8-year-old's voice shook, "He's mean!"

"I know Mikey." Gabriel sighed, "But you know he'll only be madder if we don't go home right now. Remember that black eye he gave me and him locking you and Sara in the closet?"

"Yea." The boy whispered. "We could hide till he leaves."

"Where? He could be here for days Mikey."

"I know." Michael held back a sob. "He hates us though."

"Come on." Gabriel ordered while pulling at the hands of the twins. "Let get this over with. He'll get tired of us and leave sooner or later."

"Sooner I hope." Sara gulped as they made their way up the front lawn.

Toby stood upon seeing the children. The look on his face told all three children he was indeed in a normal foul mood. "Get yer butts in the house. We've been waitin' fer ya!"

Gabriel knew by the sound of the man's voice he best better do exactly as they were told. Looking over the hill at the driveway, he noticed 8 other cars plus Toby's. Never before had he seen his driveway so full. His mom was going to have another party. Only this time all the other cars looked really nice instead of the junkers her drug friends drove. It really didn't matter. Toby would beat the snot out of all of them if they didn't get inside. Gabriel entered and climbed the steps to the living room. He saw his mom first. She was dressed in a nice dress for the first time in, well he couldn't even remember when. Her eyes told him she was really out of it. Several men lounged around in business suits while a pair of ladies wearing skimpy outfits served drinks. The room went silent as he entered the room.

Gabriel didn't like the looks of this at all, but he noticed Toby and one of his goons had shut the door and were standing guard. Another pair of Toby's drug dealing partners stepped out of the kitchen blocking the back door. They were trapped.

One of the older men smiled showing perfect teeth. "This must be Gabriel, Michael, and Sara! Come on in children. We have been interested in seeing you all."

Gabriel clutched the hands of the twins harder. "What is going on?" His voice betrayed his fear.

"Oh, your mom has invited us here for an auction of sorts."

"Auction? What is being sold now?" The man looked over the group of men, "More like rented, Gabriel."

"Rented?" Gabriel looked even more confused. He looked around wonder what was going on and how it involved them. His 10-year-old mind just didn't want to put the pieces in place. "Yes." Turning away from the children, he looked over the other 7 men.

"Who wants to put in the first bid? Remember minimum bid is 1500."

The smallest of the men in suits spoke first. "1500 for the girl."

Gabriel felt his eyes go wide. "You can't buy my sister!"

The spokesman turned to Toby. "They need to be restrained. Do not hurt them."

Instantly all three of Toby's men rushed forward. Each took one of the children. Gabriel saw Michael fighting, "Don't Mikey! They may change their minds!"

As Michael stopped struggling, the older man turned to Gabriel with a smile,

"Well done my boy. You are very intelligent. I will bid 4500 for Gabriel."

The oldest man chuckled, "Ouch. I'll go 5000."

"6500." The spokesman replied with a twinkling in his eyes.

Another man shook his head; "I'm not going that high for a boy. I'll bid 2500 for the girl though."

"3000." Yet another man spoke.

Gabriel couldn't believe what he was hearing. These men were biding for himself and his brother and sister. The prices continued to go up. His little brother was the first to "sell". The last bid was 15500. His sister's price continued to spiral upwards. But finally ended when the small guy who had started the biding raised the stakes by adding 2000 to the last bid of 17000. At that point three men left shaking their heads, but talking about how much fun it had been.

The man who seemed to lead the others was clearly dead set on getting him, Gabriel realized after a few minutes. It soon became equally apparent to the others as well. One by one they fell silent. At 21750, all the bidding stopped.

With a smile he looked around. "Very well. It looks like we have all given our final bids. This is the last chance for a higher bid gentlemen."

The only man remaining without a winning bid took a deep breath. "No I think I will have to pass. Lucky for your pocket book Gabriel is not blond though. My son prefers blonds."

"Maybe our next auction will be more to your liking. Toby what else do you have for us?"

"I think I can get Mr. Miller to agree to one of these for his children after his boys finish with soccer. They only have two weeks of games left." Toby answered with a nasty grin.

"Nothing sooner?" The spokesman asked with a scowl.

"Don't you worry none. I've got four or five others I can get set up over the next few days. Just remember to split and forward the money."

"It will be in the bank accounts we agreed to by close of business." The spokesman turned to the other two winning bidders. "Make your deposits to my account. I will have one of my women transfer funds."

One of the skimpily clad women opened a briefcase computer and started typing. While the other one went outside with the last of the low bidders.

Gabriel made one attempt to pull free, but Toby's man only clutched harder causing a tingling of pain. He looked back at the men with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was no way to escape.

"The money is transferred, sir." The woman with the computer stated. "All three accounts have an equal split

"Very good. Who wants to take their property first?"

The small man stood, "I'll take her as is. Just put her in the car."

Sara started screaming as the big brute grabbed her arms and pushed her toward the front door. Desperately she tried to reach Gabriel, but never stood a chance.

Finally she screamed out, "I need bunny! I need bunny!"

Gabriel knew he couldn't do much, but he could at least try to persuade the ugly man with the hooknose to take Sara's favorite stuffed animal.

"Sir please let her get her stuffed animals!"

The man's face took on a nasty smirk; "She won't need it."

Gabriel, desperately turned to the man who had bid for him, "I will do whatever you want sir, please!"

"Hold up."

The spokesman stated as he looked back to the man holding Gabriel.

"Let him go for a second."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

The man released Gabriel with a shove tossing the ten-year-old boy to the floor. The spokesman smiled as Gabriel stayed on the floor glaring at the brute.

"Boy come here and stand next to me."

A new round of fear clutched at his chest, but Sara's sobs overpowered his fear. He stood and walked up to the man. He looked at the floor as Michael gazed at him in total disbelief.

"Let the girl take her stuffed toys."

The man stated as he pulled Gabriel closer to himself.

"She won't need em. She'll have other things to sleep with."

The hooked nosed man stated in disgust.

"She will have some time alone. Both you and your wife work. Humor me."

The man looked down at the balling girl.

"If I let you take some of your stuffed animals will you shut up?"

Sara looked over to Gabriel with tear streaked cheeks. Her eyes begged for him to come save her yet also showed love for what he had just done. Gabriel had a hard time holding back tears of his own as he nodded,

"Get Bunny and don't yell any more Sara."

Clearly aggravated by the whole mess, the hook nosed man pushed Sara down the hall, "Show me your room so we can leave!"

Two minutes latter Sara left quietly holding a large pink stuffed rabbit and tree smaller animals. Trembling Gabriel looked up at the man who now had a hand pushed down the neck hole of his tee shirt and was caressing his chest.

"Thank you."

"You are very well behaved and polite Gabriel. But from now on you end every spoken statement to me with sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent."

The man guided Gabriel back to a chair and sat the boy on his lap. As he did so he turned to the man who had bid for Michael.

"You take care of your business. I know you do not need or want Toby's men around."

The spokesman looked back to Gabriel, "What does your brother get to take along?"

Gabriel looked at his brother and the man who had bid for him; "Could you let him take his ferret and let him feed it every day?"

The man grinned one of the evilest looking smiles Gabriel could ever remember seeing as he nodded and grabbed his little brother. Michael let out a yelp of pain as his arms were pulled behind him. The man then reached over and grabbed a paper sack with markings which read The Adult Pleasure Pit. Gabriel started to jump up only feel the man pull him down.

"Sit and remain quiet. He heard whispered into his ear, "or else I will have Sara watch as her toys get ripped apart limb from limb."

Gabriel finally broke down and cried, "Can't I at least talk to Mikey sir?'

"No. You promised to do as your were told. Are you going back on your word?"

Gabriel shook his head and forced himself not to cry out loud even as tears streamed down his face. He knew the man could make a call and Sara's bunny would be ripped apart in front of her. Or even worse that Flash would be killed in front of his brother. The little ferret was Mikey's best friend. If he caused anything to happen to the frisky little beast he would never forgive himself.

"I asked you a question Gabriel." The man stated harshly, "I expect an answer."

"No." Gabriel managed to force out through trembling lips.

"No, what?" The man clamped down on Gabriel's index finger and started to bend it back.

"No, sir." He managed to gasp out, "I keep my word, sir"

Pressure let up instantly as the man released the boy's hand,

"Good. Than Sara will keep her toys and Michael will be given a few minutes a day to care for his pet. Now no more talking without permission."

Gabriel felt totally helpless as Toby and his men left together joking and laughing about what they were going to do with their cut of the money. He wanted to kill his mom as she left with them without ever saying a word or even looking back. Off in the distance he heard the man who had taken Michael demand to know where the girl's room was.

"I won't put that on!" Michael yelled after a few minutes.

Then the sounds of a beating echoed in the empty house. Michael screamed over and over then finally started pleading for the beating to end. Still it didn't stop. Gabriel looked up at the man holding him in his lap with pleading eyes, but got no reaction. Slowly he realized the man's hand was moving up his thigh into the leg hole of his shorts. He squirmed for a second, but the man's had gripped his leg with such force he cried out. Chewing on his lip to fight of the sudden pain he forced himself to stop moving. Michael's pleas continued well after the sounds of the slaps stopped. The adult voice from down the hall was too muffled to hear, but Michael's higher pitched voice carried better.

"No please!... That hurts!... Daddy!... Gabe!... PLEEEAAASSSEEEE STOOOP!"

More cries of pain followed then they slowed to sobs. Gabriel was in his own private hell by this time. The man holding him had pushed his hand all the way into the leg of his undershorts and was lightly pinching and pulling at his balls. The other hand was playing with his tiny nipples and they were pinched more painfully. Making matters even worse the guy kept biting at his neck and ears. Every time he tried to move his head away the next bite came even harder.

Suddenly a door down the hall opened. The man holding Gabriel stopped what he was doing and placed his hands over the boy's crotch.

"Watch boy. This will be the last time you see your brother for a full two months."

Michael walked down into the living room with an odd tight-legged strut. Choking sobs came out of a strange looking gag which was held in place by a large rubber band. Its external side looked like a pair of lips so it was hard to see except for the band going behind his ears and disappearing in his long brown hair. He wore a white dress, girl dress shoes, pink frilly socks, and had clip on earrings hanging off both ears. The backs of his legs were red enough to match the empty coke can lying on its side next to the 8-year-old. His hands were tied in front of him tightly enough to where his fingers were slightly red and puffy.

"Looks like he got a fast lesson."

The man holding Gabriel joked lightly.

"Yes she did."

The other man grinned while slapping Michael in the rear causing the boy to arch his back in pain.

"Do you need a butt plug for that one?"

"No, but thanks. Gabriel and I are going to stay here for a few days before I take him to my studio. What about you?"

"Michelle needs to learn to be a good little slut before I turn her over to my boys. I don't want my teenager getting bit or anything."

"Oh, how true. Your oldest just turned 13, right?"

"Turns 13 next week. He's no longer daddy's little boy. And my next in line won't be 8 for 2 years. Any chance of buying this one outright?"

"No, but maybe one of the other auctions will have better terms. I'm surprised you wanted him considering we only get them for a couple months."

"Randy wanted a birthday present he could have some fun with, and most of the fun for me will be gone by the time his birthday hits anyway. This one sure has a tight little ass though. I had to really push to get the smallest plug up in there."

"Sounded like he was a real fighter too."

"Yea, all the more fun for me! Hell my hand is still stinging from smacking that cute little butt and legs. She never stopped kicking either."

"I'm glad you enjoy your rental. Hope you turn up for the next one."

"I'll be there!" The man yanked Michael by the hair, "Come on Michelle. Walk like a good little girl out to the car or I'll drag you back in there and start from scratch."

Gabriel watched in hopeless horror as his brother was forced to walk out side dressed like a girl. Michael never stood a chance. The neighbors would only see a little girl getting into a car. He couldn't scream with the weird gag and the man kept a handful of hair clutched discreetly behind his head. The tied hands were hidden by his sister's school backpack he was being forced to carry. It was full of his sister's prettiest clothing. The man swung Flash's cage from side to side showing no concern for the little creature inside.

Gabriel sat still as a powerful car's engine started, then sped away. He was now completely alone in his house with the stranger who had been the spokesman for the group.

"Now my young pet, the house is ours."

The man stood putting Gabriel on his feet. He walked over to a briefcase partially hidden under the old couch.

"Go to the bathroom and relieve any piss you may have in you. Then show me to your room."

Gabriel briefly thought about making a run for the door, he could easily make it, but then his brother and sister could be anywhere. If he managed to get to the police, his brother and sister would surely be worse off than they already were. The boy who had been forced into being the man of the family slumped his shoulder as he realized the only way he could protect his brother and sister as he promised his father, would be to do what this man wanted. Gabriel walked back to his room and opened the door. The sight of his brother's bed caused him to further second-guess himself. If he had done what Michael had suggested his brother wouldn't have been brutally beaten and abused. He turned around only to find the man standing behind him.

"May I talk now sir."

"No."

The man put down the case and opened it. He pulled out a collar with a strange box on one side, "Come here my pet. Kneel down in front of me here."

Gabriel cringed at the man calling him a pet but did as he was told. He looked up as the man adjusted the collar and snapped it shut. It was just tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable, like a button up shirt that is half a size too small. It seemed kind of hard to take a deep breath.

"The collar you're wearing is a training tool. You will wear it until I decide you are ready to go without it. This is what it does."

Quickly the man pushed on something inside the briefcase. Pain tore into Gabriel's throat and neck. He desperately pulled at the collar which only made breathing harder. More electrical shock caused him to start choking. As quickly as the pain started it stopped. Gasping for air the boy rolled around on the ground and cried. The man waited for the boy to recover.

"Now get back over here and kneel in front of me again."

This time Gabriel scrambled to obey. His throat still burned with the taste of bile form a stomach that tried to purge itself. He tried to cough, but that didn't seem to want work either. He looked up at the man with panicked eyes.

"That was a very low setting Gabriel. And if you are good you will never have to feel it again. I am not like Benjamin. You will not receive a single beating form me. Your punishments will be from the collar or something even worse after I take the collar off. Now I am going to list off all the rules you must obey. They are simple and strait forward. Are you ready to listen?"

Gabriel tried to talk but only a squeak came out. He swallowed a few times then tried again; "Yes sir."

"OK let me start at the very top. I will never repeat myself. If you do not understand something you must ask for a clarification. In order to ask you must repeat back what I said as best as you can. That tells me you were listening to begin with. Is this rule clear?"

"What if I do not hear you sir?"

"Than you get punished. Any more questions?"

"No sir." Gabriel whimpered lightly.

"Next you already know I expect every statement to me to end with sir, so I will not go any further with that. As you can guess, being the smart boy I already know you are, If I tell you to do something than you do it. If I get to the count of three and you are not getting started I simply punish you. I will not back off just because you start to hustle after I am already reaching for the button either. By that time it is too late."

The man ruffled Gabriel's black hair before continuing, "This is very important. So pay close attention."

The man lifted his arms and moved them around.

"Do you see my reach?"

Gabriel frowned, "I guess sir."

"Look carefully, for your sake this is no time to guess. Unless I give you permission to do something outside of this reach, you will be within it. No matter what I am doing, I better be able to touch you without taking a step."

Gabriel looked stunned, "What about bathroom stuff?"

The man reached over and pressed something inside the case. Gabriel dropped to the ground and thrashed about as a new wave of shocks ripped into him. Once Gabriel calmed, the man shook his head,

"What did you do wrong my pet."

In a high whining voice Gabriel squeaked out, "I don't know."

"Um, maybe I gave you too much credit, you just forgot again. What was the first rule you were told?"

"Sir!" Gabriel sobbed, "Always call you sir."

"Correct. Which you failed to do again."

Once more his hand slipped inside the case and again the boy fell kicking and rolling as he pulled helplessly on the collar. Desperation guided Gabriel as he crawled over to the man. He had to stay within the man's reach, he had to say sir, he had to obey, and he had to listen. The rules the man had spoken spun through his mind over and over. At the moment he would do anything to avoid another shock.

"Are you ready to hear the final few rules my child pet?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. You will not speak unless spoken to unless you first ask for permission. This will be done by saying: Request permission to speak. Now how do you ask to speak?"

"Request permission to speak sir."

Gabriel felt his whole body shaking form the shocks as he forced his voice box to work.

"Excellent. Any other words will get you punished. If I say no, you are to remain silent for at least 30 minutes before you can ask again. I will time you to make sure."

The man pulled up Gabriel's shirt to wipe some of the snot off the boy's face.

"Do you have a long tee shirt?"

"No sir." Gabriel didn't like the look he saw so he quickly added, "but dad still has some of his stuff here sir."

"Ahh, your intelligence is stating to show again. Very good. Bring three or four of you dad's tee shirts here."

Gabriel looked up than figured he better ask a question. "Request permission to speak sir."

"Granted."

"I have a question about your rules sir."

"Then you best ask now."

"If you tell me to get something do I have ask to leave so I don't get punished, sir?"

"No. You must do as you are told, then as quickly as possible get back within my reach."

The man smiled, "let me put the rules in some sort of order for you. First always end every spoken statement with sir. I will not repeat myself. Do what you are told. Stay with in my reach. Do not speak without prompting unless you are asking permission to do so. Is all that now clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Then get the shirts and come back here."

Gabriel stood and wobbled for a moment as he started to see stars around the corners of his eyes. The man steadied him for a moment before his head cleared and he went to his mom's room. He knew dad had some clothing still in the old dresser so he pulled open all the drawers until he found a stack of old V neck white tee shirts. Quickly he grabbed four and brought them back to the man.

"Hold one up to yourself boy." The man commanded.

Gabriel put one up to his shoulders and it hung almost to his knees. Tears threatened to spill as he wished the man who owned these were here right now.

"Perfect. Now for the last rule. At least for now. The only clothing you are allowed unless I say otherwise is one of those shirts."

Gabriel looked at the man with an open mouth, but recovered as he saw the words come to the man's lips.

"One... Two..."

Gabriel quickly yanked off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The man's hand hovered over the briefcase as he hesitated in pulling down his shorts. This caused all modesty to leave. Without further prompting he pulled off his shorts and underwear. He started to reach for the shirt, but was stopped by the man pointing to his feet. Gabriel no longer cared about being naked. He pulled off the socks then grabbed one of the shirts. The huge neck hole nearly dropped over his slender shoulders so he had to pull it back up.

"Much better. Put your clothing away. Than come and kneel in front of me again my pet."

Gabriel knelt again. Looking up he saw the man looking around his room ignoring him. A million questions seemed to go through his mind. Why was this man doing this? What was happening to Sara and Mikey? When would all this be over? And most of importantly, How had mom gotten so wrapped up into drugs to where she would allow her children to be auctioned off? As he continued to ask himself questions he noticed the man unsnapping and unzipping his pants. With extreme fear, Gabriel started to slide back on the dirty carpet shaking his head as he went. He looked over at the briefcase and stopped. Trying to get away would be stupid and he knew it. A simple push of some button would drop him to the floor. Nothing he could do would prevent what the man wanted.

"Gabriel, you were thinking of running weren't you?"

The man asked without any real voice inflection.

"Yes, sir."

Gabriel trembled expecting the searing pain to explode into his neck again. When nothing happened he opened his eyes. His gaze centered on the man's dark brown eyes which seemed to hold a certain amount of compassion intermixed with hardness that was in and of itself impenetrable.

"You have broken none of my rules. There is no reason to fear punishment."

He motioned for Gabriel to stand.

"What I am sure you already guessed is that you are going to get well acquainted with this."

He stroked his stiffening cock.

The man pulled Gabriel closer, "Touch it."

Gabriel reached forward, barely making contact. He pulled back looking at the hairy mound surrounding it.

"No more of that. Rub it with your whole hand until I tell you to stop."

Gabriel let out a whimper as he again reached out. This time the man took his hand and placed it on his cock. Gabriel let the man guide his hand up and down over the now rock hard tool. Finally he gave up closing his eyes and looked at it. It wasn't very long, only about 5½ inches. But what it didn't have in length, it made up for in width. The boy's thumb couldn't touch a single finger as his hand was moved up and down the shaft. The man moved faster as a few clear drops appeared at the tip. Seconds latter a stream of sticky white liquid shot out in four blasts coating Gabriel's hand. The man stopped moving the boy's hand but still held on.

After a second of recovery, he pushed the hand toward Gabriel's mouth, "Lick it clean."

Gabriel looked at the man with pleading eyes, but could see he wasn't going to get anywhere with that. Seeing lips move to a silent "one..." caused him to force his tongue out and lap at the nasty smelling goo. His stomach heaved, but he knew what would happen if he didn't do exactly what he was told.

"Get used to the taste, my pet. You will be getting much more of that over the next 61 days."

Tears dripped down Gabriel's cheeks as he finished cleaning his fingers. He had bathed his brother and sister before, but other than that had never seen anyone's private parts before. He had no idea what he had just been forced to eat, but it came out of the place people peed out of. That thought alone made him physically ill. Hearing he would have to get used to the taste made it much much worse.

"I hear you know how to cook. Is this true?"

Gabriel almost missed the question and panicked a little. Biting at his fingernails, he quickly recovered, "I can cook some stuff sir."

"What is your favorite food?"

"I like to brown hamburger, them mix it with macaroni and cheese. I also like to ad real cheese with it sir."

Talking about something like this his nerves calmed considerably.

"I can live with that. Go cook and come up here and get me when it is finished."

"I don't think there is any food in the house sir."

"There is. I made sure we are well stocked."

The man watched as his purchase turned to leave, "Gabriel?"

Gabriel turned and spun, "Sir?"

"You need to think about something."

"What sir."

"You must have already guessed you have been paid for by me to be a sexual slave, right?"

Gabriel took a deep breath and shrugged, "I really don't know exactly what that means, but I kinda guessed that when you started touching me." He paused then quickly added, "sir."

"What it means is your existence for the next 61 days revolves around keeping me happy. What you need to think over is this," The man paused for effect, "Do you do so willingly or do you resist, get punished, and end up obeying anyway? Because as you already know, I am not going to let you slide on a single point of the rules I set down. Now remain silent and fix us dinner. By the way, if you are thinking about running, you better rethink your ideas. The collar will go off at full power if you get further than 20 meters from my controller. At that setting it will not only prevent any yells for help, it will also burn your neck and throat so badly you may never be able to speak again."

Dinner came and went quickly. Gabriel hated the fact the man made him sit on his lap over the meal. It also disgusted the boy that he was made to feed the man so he could have both hands free to grope and feel every inch of Gabriel's body. The only minutes of reprieve came when the man answered his cell phone. Being so close, it was easy for Gabriel to hear the whole conversation.

"Hello?"

"Clint, this is Jerry. I just got a call form our contact. Toby set up another auction for next Tuesday. You interested?"

"Always. You didn't bid much today, something wrong?"

"No, I liked the older one, but I knew he was yours."

Clint laughed and nibbled lightly on Gabriel before answering, "Yea, he is worth every dime. Give me a call when you get the details. With any luck, my little pet will be disciplined enough to join us."

"Oh, that would be great! Oh, one last thing, Toby said he took care of our host. Now all you have to do is get a judge to drop matters and return custody."

"Already have one of my women handling that end. He'll get them, no problem."

"Great, cause I don't want him getting second thoughts."

"Not a chance. He is in way too deep. You worry to much Jerry."

"I know, Clint."

"Quick question, how many, how old and how long for the next transaction?"

"Just two, 7 and 11 both our preferred types, best of all they are up for the taking, not renting."

"Hum, better bring a large pocketbook than."

"Sure sounds that way. Talk to you soon."

"You too. Have a great weekend."

Clint hung up and looked down squeezing Gabriel's balls hard enough to make the boy cry out, "I know you were listening. I expect you to be ready to go with me on Tuesday."

Gabriel shuddered with pain, but managed to look up, "I'll be ready sir."

"Good." Clint replied. "Now finish feeding me so you can give me a bath."

The rest of the evening was terrible for the boy. Clint didn't give him a moment of peace. He had to do everything for the man: undress him, bath him, clothe him, hold his dick while he peed, even wipe his butt after he took a dump. When it came time for bed, Clint finally allowed him to use the bathroom again, but watched as he did so. He then got his teeth brushed by Clint and was taken to his bedroom.

Clint sat on the bed, "Kneel my pet."

Gabriel knelt down on the floor and looked up. He could see this was not going to be much fun, at least for him. Clint's eyes had that mean look to them yet again.

"Pull out my cock boy."

Gabriel swallowed hard, but did as instructed. By now he was somewhat used to opening up the man's pants, having done it each time Clint had even the slightest inclination to pee. This time however than man's dick stood strait up as he pulled down on the elastic band of Clint's underwear. This was the hardest he had seen it since Clint had made him rub it earlier in the day.

"Time for you to get used to my taste again boy."

Gabriel reached up to start rubbing but his hand was pushed away. He looked up not understanding at all what his captor wanted.

Clint face lit up with a twisted smile upon seeing the confusion in the boy's lovely eyes. He reached forward and twisted Gabriel's hair in his hands as he pulled forward. Gabriel screeched in pain as he shuffled on his knees closer to Clint. Realizing he had no chose with his hair still being pulled he put his face directly up to the man's crotch.

"Come on my pet, start licking." Clint demanded with another sharp tug of hair.

Gabriel retched, as he understood what was being demanded. But yet another yank on his hair brought out the fact he had no choice. Crying, he forced his tongue out of his mouth and started liking on the man's pole. Clint sighed, feeling the boy's moist lips brush against his throbbing cock. Pleasure was not just in the feeling though, his excitement was heightened as he looked down and saw tears. Keeping one hand behind Gabriel's head he used the other to stroke the boy's cheeks and taste the tears. He felt his excitement grow to a boiling point so he pulled Gabriel's head back not wanting it to end so quickly. He let go allowing Gabriel to fall to the ground.

"Good start my pet, but you have just begun."

Gabriel looked up through teary eyes. He thought about making a break for it, but knew it would only make whatever was next far worse. He rolled into a ball and cried. Clint watched with a bemused grin. Once he knew himself to be back from the edge of climax he spoke up. "Get back up here my pet."

Gabriel heard, but didn't move he hated this man, hated his mom, and hated his whole life. Suddenly he felt pain rip into his neck again. It had been several hours since the collar had been used, but he knew this time the power had been turned up. He thrashed around trying to scream, to breath, to pull the shocking implement away from his body, all for not. Just as suddenly as it started it stopped. He lay on the floor gasping for breath. Unlike before, he was not given a chance to fully recover before another push of a button caused it to start all over again.

It took a third shock for him to understand he would not be given a chance to lay on the floor and recuperate. He had disobeyed and would get shock after shock until he did as he was told. Crawling on all fours he made his way back to Clint, gulping air and shaking like a leaf the whole way.

"You were warned my pet." Clint state without a hint of remorse for what he had just put the boy through. "Now you get an extra bit of correction to fix your poor behavior. Stay put I'll be back!"

Gabriel fell to the floor in front of the bed wondering what else the man could possibly do to him. His throat was very dry, hurt, and itched inside from the shocks. To make matters worse he was running out of saliva to swallow. The one dental filling he had in a back tooth also hurt so badly now he felt like throwing up.

The man returned with a small board and laid it down right next to the bed and sat back down.

"Put your knees right on the edge of this and pull out my dick again."

Gabriel did as instructed. It was uncomfortable at first but not unbearable. He leaned forward slightly expecting to have to lick the man's cock again but was stopped.

"No more licking pet. Open up and take it into your mouth."

Appalled, Gabriel looked up only to see the man's lips move slightly. Knowing he was already counting he pushed his head down and opened wide enough to take the man's cock into his mouth. It was huge, his mouth barely opened far enough to take in the whole head. As it started to swell and grow again it got even harder. His jaw started to ache after only a few seconds and his toothache only made it worse.

"Now suck and use your tongue." Clint demanded, "The more spit you get on it the better off the rest of your night will be."

By now Gabriel was starting to understand what the board was for. The longer he knelt the more the edge dug into his knees. He had no idea what the man meant by getting more spit on his dick, but he also realized everything he had been told up to know had basically been true. These thoughts, however, were interrupted when he felt the man grab his ears and pull. The massive cock pushed down deep into his mouth he found it harder and harder to breathe. He struggled, but it did him no good. Just as he was about to pass out he felt the weapon slide back some. With his mouth totally full he breathed rapidly as possible through his nose smelling the man's sweat and excitement. As soon as he was past the danger point of passing out it all started over again.

His raw throat was partially spared further torment because the Clint didn't have a long dick, but what did make it to his throat was huge and really hurt as it rubbed on the soft linings of the passage to his lungs and stomach. The pain and ache of his first face fuck slowly become secondary to the agony his knees were feeling. It wasn't noticeable at first, but after a couple of minutes Gabriel realized the man was not only pulling him back and forth by his ears, he was also putting on some downward pressure. Just that little bit extra allowed the small section of 2x4 to dig in deeper. Just when it got to be so bad he thought he would die, Clint stopped.

"Last chance to get it good and moist pet."

Gabriel didn't know what was next but knew he better do as instructed. He forced himself to put as much spit as he could over the invader sill shoved into his mouth. Clint pulled Gabriel's head back allowing his again rock hard tool to stand up. As he did so he lifted the exhausted boy up and pulled up his shirt. Gabriel feebly moved his jaw around trying to get rid of the agony in the joints on both sides of his head. As he looked down he could see the imprint of the board's edge in his knees. Both looked slightly bruised.

His relief was short lived as he comprehended what was about to happen. He felt Clint spreading his butt cheeks and saw the man lining his tool up with what was now exposed. The only problem was there was nothing he could do about it. Before all the shocks, mouth fucking, and knelling on the board he might have been able to put up a little fight, but there was nothing left for him to fight with.

He cried in anguish as he felt the huge cock head push up against his ass hole. The opening resisted for a few seconds, but his own weight was more than it could take for more than those few moments slowly he writhed in total agony as it pushed past and into the depths of his body beyond. Centimeter by centimeter he slid down the pole until he felt the man's hairs on his butt. He screamed until his voice was raw, but even as his already wounded throat began to tighten up, all he could feel was the searing pain of his ass hole stretched to the breaking point by Clint's thick manhood.

Clint smiled enjoying the thrashing of the child. Each movement sent new sensations of pleasure up his dick until he could hold back no longer with a mighty exhale he released a flood of cum into the boy's bowels. Once Clint recovered, it was time to make the lad clean up. He pulled the boy off seeing a bit of blood and shit on his cock. He smiled; the blood was less than he expected. The slow impalement worked to perfection, allowing the virgin hole to extend at a gradual pace, except for the fist breakthrough, of course. Pushing the sobbing boy back onto the board, he pulled Gabriel's head up to his crotch.

"Lick it. I expect to be as clean as I was after the bath by the time you finish!"

Gabriel had nothing left to fight with. His mind screamed now as his mouth opened to clean off the terrible smelling and even worse tasting muck, but he did it. He was then allowed to use the bathroom get a drink, and re-brush his teeth before returning to the board.

Clint smiled at Gabriel as he slipped the old battery out and put a new battery into the collar the boy was wearing and re-locked it; "I have set up a camera." He pointed to a tripod. I am going to get some sleep, but if I check out that tape and find your knees left that board even once, you will be punished far worse my pet, far worse. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Gabriel managed to croak out as the man shut off the light, lay down and put an arm around the silently crying child's shoulders. Gabriel rested his head on the bed next to the man's face all night, but his knees remained pushing into the board keeping him awake. Every inch of him had pain, his mouth, legs, butt, pinched nipples, shocked neck, and nibbled on ears. He looked over the man knowing if he obeyed he would be uncomfortable and would be fucked repeatedly, but at least he wouldn't be kneeling on a board all night and his neck wouldn't burn from all the shocks. Somewhere along the course of the day Gabriel had begun to think of himself as Clint's pet. The long night only reinforced it.

Chapter II

"How is my pet this morning?"

Gabriel shuddered under the man's twisted grin. His voice came out as more of a crackling sound. The repeated shocks from the collar the day before coupled with the face fucking had left his throat wounded.

"I hurt sir."

"I am sure you do. Hopefully you have learned your lessons well enough to allow some healing today."

Clint pulled Gabriel into the small bed with him. Getting no resistance, Clint stroked the boy's hair for a few seconds before sliding down so he could rub on the deep imprints and bruises left on Gabriel's knees. Gabriel whimpered for a few seconds but was too tired and sore to struggle even if he had wanted to, which he definitely didn't. Actually, after the first few rubs the man's actions seemed to help the pain in is legs. He tightened slightly as the man's hands started moving further up his legs, but he knew any resistance would only make matters worse.

Clint allowed himself to fully explore Gabriel's body inch by smooth inch. Such tender skin he thought to himself as he pulled at the boy's ball sack. Part of him wanted Gabriel to resist so he could have a reason to make the boy cry out; however, he was not displeased to find the child so totally subservient. One of the reasons he had paid such a high price for this lad centered on his combination of looks, intelligence, and common sense. With just a little more work this boy would be quite valuable to him and his plans for the summer. Letting the boy rest a while longer he lay down next to him and pulled him close. The whole time his hands continued to explore the wonderful olive colored skin which he had clearly gained from his father's Greek lineage.

Finally tiring of this he sat up, "My pet it is time for your morning duties."

Gabriel had almost fallen asleep, but the sounds of the man's voice got his full attention, "I do not know what my morning duties are sir."

Clint ruffled Gabriel's hair; "You are about to find out. This will be a daily thing for you my pet, so pay close attention. I will not be nearly as kind as I was last night if you fail me further."

Kind could not have been more opposite of how Gabriel felt he had been handled the previous night, however, he felt certain the man would not mind finding ways to be more cruel if given half the chance. To this end Gabriel shook off as much drowsiness as he could then looked over, "What do you want me to do sir?"

"Ahh, this is more like how I expect you to behave! Come," Clint motioned for Gabriel to slide up next to him. "Put your head down to my cock."

Gabriel cringed as he swallowed. His throat was scratchy from the torment the night before so his saliva didn't go down easily. Even as he tried to think of a way out of sucking on the man' tool again he bent down to accept it. There was no real choice.

Clint pulled on Gabriel's ears as the boy's mouth opened to accept his manhood. The second he felt the head of his dick in the youngster's mouth he gripped on the ears harder

"Do not go any further my pet. Swallow your spit a few times so you get used to being able to do so."

Gabriel struggled to follow the instructions given, but his mouth was simply too dry and the massively thick cock forced his moth open further than he could normally stand. All in all any swallowing would be next to impossible, or so he thought.

Clint waited a full minute, "I believe sufficient time has passed."

With an evil grin he released his bladder, filling the remainder of Gabriel's mouth with warm piss. Expecting the gagging reaction, he stopped the flow, pulled out, and clamped the boy's mouth and nose shut before a drop could come out. He knew Gabriel's natural reaction would be to swallow. Once he saw the boy's throat gulp down his own juices he released Gabriel's nose and mouth so he could breath.

"Again!"

Gabriel wanted to puke, to spit, to do anything to get rid of what he knew he had just been forced to drink, but he also saw the man already counting. With a heaving stomach he forced himself to take the man's prick back into his mouth. Clint seemed to snort with a mixture of disappointment and approval. Part of him wanted to punish Gabriel, yet he was quite pleased as he watched the expression on the child's face as his manhood was again taking into the child's mouth.

"You know what to expect now Gabriel, I will not pull out again, though I will go slow and hold your nose so you do not dribble. I will allow you to breathe after every mouthful as long as you keep your teeth completely away form my tool. Any scratch will cause you to drown. Blink your eyes twice if you understand."

Gabriel knew there was nothing he could do. If he didn't follow through exactly as ordered he would suffocate. Helplessly he looked into Clint's eyes and blinked two times.

"Excellent!"

Clint again filled Gabriel's mouth with warm piss and stopped pinching the child's nose to make him swallow. Over and over he repeated the process until his list trickle of piss flowed into Gabriel's throat. Clint gripped a hand full of hair and pulled his rented captive's head back. He couldn't help but chuckle at the ill look on Gabriel's face. It almost looked green!

"Don't puke my pet, or you will have to drink my water every time I feel the need."

Gabriel clutched he mouth and forced himself to down the bile over and over until he finally overcame the desire. He could imagine nothing this nasty in his young tortured mind. All he wanted to do was run and hide, but he knew there was no chance of that. Clint watched in amusement as Gabriel fought his body's desire to expel what had been forced down his throat. When he realized the boy had actually beaten the odds he felt some surprise. For the first time a boy had managed to get it right the first time. He much preferred it when a boy took days before they could hold his juices down. So be it, it was time to teach the child the second part of his morning routine.

"Quite well done my pet. As long as you do this every morning you will only have to drink of me once a day. The second I awake, you are to accept my gift to you. The rest of the day you may simply hold my cock as I relieve myself. Understood."

Gabriel felt the urge to puke again, but held it in check, "Yes sir." He squeaked instead.

Clint pushed Gabriel toward the bathroom. "You are proving to be a very good pet. Let me continue with your morning duties then."

Gabriel shuddered wondering what would come next. He didn't have long to wait. Clint sat down on the toilet and pulled Gabriel up onto his lap. His hands pushed apart the boy's ass cheeks and again allowed the child to slide down onto his protruding manhood. Gabriel hollered in agony. His butt, already wounded from the prior night gave in to the assault with little resistance but lots of pain. He flailed about for a few seconds before he settled onto Clint's mound of public hair. The distress in his gut settled into a simple ache after a few minutes but any movement form either himself or his current owner caused a flash of anguish which caused him to cry out. It didn't take him long to realize Clint was making a game of it, just barley allowing him to settle before moving again. Over and over this trend was repeated until Gabriel went somewhat numb.

Clint twitched a few time to make sure his little play thing was not simply holding back before he started moving the beautiful creature up and down on his manhood. As he reached orgasm he sighed and let his own bowels move.

"Now my pet the next part of your Morning duties to me are ready to be performed." He lifted Gabriel off his cock and put him on the floor.

"First, you must get my cock clean like you did last night."

Clint stood and pulled Gabriel's head down to his thick weapon."

Gabriel could see the man had taken a dump in the stool and guessed what his next chore would be, but as he licked off the man's cum and his own shit and blood off the man's cock he realized it wouldn't be any worse. He finished licking the man's cock and balls so there was no trace of what was just done even as he felt blood and cum slide out of his own ass and down his legs.

"I am impressed." Clint's praise sounded sincere for the first time since he had met the boy looking up at him. Let us move on then." He turned around and pulled his ass cheeks apart exposing his anus to the boy, "Lick me clean here as well. Do a good job or you will eat what I left behind for your morning meal!"

Gabriel felt his stomach heave as he again almost got sick. The mere thought of eating shit out of the toilet spurred him forward. There was no hesitation at all. He licked the man's ass from top to bottom tasting and smelling the man's shit was horrible beyond belief. However, the toilet was still within eyeshot when he pulled back for a breath and there was no way he wanted anything to do with the pair of dark brown logs and several smaller clumps of shit floating in it. He backed away satisfied he had completed his task.

Clint almost pulled a piece of toilet paper, but stopped himself. The boy had done an outstanding job and deserved this small chance to get it right, "My pet when you take a crap and wipe, do you not make sure you get the crap out of the hole?"

Gabriel's eyes betrayed his fear. For a brief second he thought he would be forced to eat out of the stool, but he also noticed the man had kept his butt cheeks pulled open. He moved back in and started working his tongue around the rim of the man's anus then licked just inside the rim. Getting a tongue full of crap he gagged, but managed to suck it down. He repeated the process until he tasted no more foulness.

When he backed off this time he watched with shakes as Clint wiped his butt with white toilet paper three times. Each time Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief when it came back clean.

"My my, You are a real pro my pet. You got all major morning duties correct the very first time! All that remains is for you to give us a shower, drink some Listerine, wash your mouth with mouthwash and brush your teeth."

Gabriel sighed deeply as he heard this. Part of his tormented mind even allowed himself to be proud of himself. Praise, no matter what the source, was something he got very little of. The rest of the morning chores went by quickly. At long last he was able to put on one of his father's tee shirts. Clothed, at least somewhat, he stuck close to his master the remainder of the day. Occasionally he would be pulled closer so the man's hands could explore his body, but for the most part he simply listened to the man run his business in stock trading from his laptop computer. His eyes flicked in amazement as millions of dollars traded hands time and time again with just a few pushes of the keyboard.

He was given some time away from the man's constantly groping hands to cook the meals for the day and even given half an hour to play a game on the computer on a couple of occasions, while the man fingered his anus with first one finger then two. Being nowhere the thickness of the man's cock it was only a minor discomfort. There was an advantage to these intrusions, however. For over the entire course of the day he was not allowed to speak, nor was he spoken to except to be told to prepare meals.

After each of the fingerings, he had to lick the man's fingers clean and was given a chance to brush his teeth. This was the only times he got a chance to use the bathroom, although he did have to hold the Clint's cock on a few occasions while the man took a leak. The best part of the day for young Gabriel centered on the collar. The shock collar stayed on but he never once had to feel its bite the whole day. Of course much of the day he spent in the man's lap trying to nap. A full night without sleep was simply something a ten-year-old could not handle.

At last the man closed his computer and plugged it into the wall to recharge. As he did so he replaced the battery in Gabriel's collar as well. He then escorted Gabriel to his own bed and sat down at the foot of it.

"You see my pet, when you behave and follow my rules your day goes much better. Don't you agree?"

"Yes I do sir."

Clint stroked the boy's hair; "There are other benefits to being a well behaved pet as well. Would you like to find out what one of them is?"

Gabriel half wondered if this was some sort of trick or trap, but he knew he would be better off if he simply played along. "Yes sir."

"Very good!" Clint praised, "Lie down with your head on the pillow."

Again the praise given by the sadistic man made Gabriel feel good. Part of him wanted to keep him happy so he could hear more. He complied with the man's request wondering if this was the start of more pain. Clint rubbed Gabriel's feet and lower legs for a few minutes then he lifted on of the legs up and started licking on the boy's toes. He couldn't help but smile as the youngster wiggled under the tickling sensation.

Clint was not much into being a pleasure giver. The truth of the matter was, the thought of having to suck someone's dick disgusted him, however the taste of a boy's feet always turned him on. He knew it was his fetish and he was somewhat embarrassed by it, but this was a shear delight for him, it ranked right up there with having a boy on his rock hard cock or his ass being licked clean by a boy's little tongue.

Gabriel could not believe the sensation. For the first time since the man had made the first bid for him, he felt almost comfortable. His butt still felt raw and hurt a great deal, but otherwise everything else was great. He was almost asleep when he felt the tongue and mouth get removed from his toes for the last time.

Clint looked down, "How was that, my pet?"

"I liked it a lot sir." Gabriel said as he yawned.

"Sit up." Clint demanded while showing a smile.

Gabriel yawned again but did as instructed. His mind was already preparing for a new round of torture. His shaking body betrayed his fear and exhaustion. Clint pulled off the tee-shirt covering Gabriel and moved his hands down to spread the boy's ass cheeks. Seeing an involuntary wince he stopped, "I suppose you are pretty tender there aren't you?"

Gabriel nodded, "It hurts a lot sir."

Clint frowned then sighed, "Well I don't want you permanently injured so I suppose we will give it a rest for tonight. Tomorrow you will start off with your morning duties to me, then I will show you what else I expect. You may put the shirt back on and watch one hour of television, then you will cook me dinner, feed me, and clean up around here. Your mother was..." Clint stopped, smiled cruelly, and started speaking again, "Your mother is a real slob. I want this house spotless before bed."

By nine, the house was picked up, all the laundry scattered around the house was washed dried, and folded and a basic vacuuming job had been completed. Gabriel walked up to the man dearly hoping his efforts had been enough. Clint grinned at the look in the child's eyes standing before him.

"Are you satisfied with your house being clean?"

Gabriel swallowed hard, "No, but I did everything I know how to do sir."

"Such as?"

Gabriel looked up in tired confusion. Fortunately, he knew if he didn't understand a question he could ask for a clarification as long as he had heard the words, "I am not sure what you mean by "such as", sir."

"What do you think I mean?"

Gabriel shrugged and tightened in fear, "I don't know sir." Gabriel paused but seeing the mean look returning to Clint's eyes spurred on a longer reply, "I guess it means what I could do sir."

Clint looked down in momentary disapproval the shook it off, "I could see how you could take it as such. What I really wanted to know was what you think still needs to be done."

"Oh," Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief seeing his current owner was not going to punish him, "I don't know how to get the floor in the kitchen clean or how to make the smell go away sir."

"Maybe we can work on that after you finish your training. You only have two full days left before Tuesday so we don't have time to dawdle on such things, wouldn't you agree?"

"I guess so sir." Gabriel looked up after a moment, "Request permission to speak sir."

"Granted." Clint stated calmly knowing what question was sure to come.

"What else do I have to learn sir?"

"The next two days will be completely different compared to what you have done thus far. You have come along very well, so I am sure you will learn your new tasks equally as well. All you have to worry about is, following the rules, doing what you are told and performing your morning duties. Then we will start work on the last major phase of your training."

Clint almost stopped then did something very much out of character for him.

"I will make you one small promise my pet. If you do well at the auction on Tuesday, I will guarantee the rest of your summer will be much easier on you than I normally am with my new belongings."

Never before had he offered so much as a flicker of hope to a boy before, but for some reason he had liked Gabriel from the moment he had seen him. Not just liked the way he looked or how he cried, but genuinely liked the boy. This didn't mean Gabriel would get off easy, not by a long shot. For Clint tears, cries of pain, and pleading looks are what really made boys sexy and him horny. Yet He would give Gabriel one chance to be more than a pet. The rest was all up to the boy standing before him.

"I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if you fail me on Tuesday, do I?"

"No sir."

Gabriel gulped. For in the single glimmer of hope he also saw the deepest darkest look Clint had yet given him. There was no question in his tender mind that everything he had gone through up to now and would in the future would pale with the torments he would undergo if he didn't' perform up to whatever standards the man held for him in three days. Right then and there, Gabriel made up his mind to do whatever, no matter how foul or nasty, to not only deal with the next two days of 'training', but also be the absolutely perfect slave for the upcoming sale.

"I will be ready on Tuesday sir."

Clint fought hard to keep his eyes cold. Never before had he seen such determination and dedication in a boy's eyes and words before.

"We shall see my pet."

Gabriel lowered his head knowing full well he had almost certainly made the next couple of days harder than they already were going to be. He thought back to his brother and sister. He hoped they were as smart as he was being, although, he doubted Mikey would be.

"May I ask another question sir?"

"You have permission to speak my pet."

"Can you please check to see if Flash is being fed, sir?"

"Flash?"

"My brother's ferret, sir."

Clint glared for a moment then nodded, "I did promise your brother would get such a chance if you followed through, which for the most part you have, so I will make a quick phone call. In the mean time you have ten minutes to use the toilet and brush your teeth before I expect you to join me in bed. If you are so much as a second late, you will spend a second night on the board and I will make a second phone call about little Flash. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Gabriel nodded then bolted out of the room.

Clint chuckled to himself as he stretched. He didn't even bother to look at the clock knowing his little pet would be back well before the time limit. He picked up his cell phone and made the call as promised. Hearing Michael pleading for something to stop in the background did much to make him horny again.

Gabriel returned to find Clint standing next to the bed. The man pointed to himself and nodded. Momentary panic set in as he realized the man wanted something, yet he didn't know what.

"Request permission to speak sir."

"You don't know what I want?"

"No sir." Gabriel shook as he expected the collar to send electrical pain ripping into him.

"You have night duties to perform as well my pet."

Gabriel looked at the man blankly for a couple of seconds then realized he would basically have to repeat the morning chores in reverse things he first undressed Clint then allowed himself to be escorted into the bathroom. He half expected to have to lick the man's butt again after he took a dump, but sighed in relief as Clint simply handed him the toilet paper.

Clint's eyes glinted with some malice; "You only have to give me a tongue cleaning in the mornings my pet. But since I cannot enjoy your tight little ass, I guess it is time for you to learn how to finish off a real blow job."

Clint allowed Gabriel to finish wiping his crack before he pulled Gabriel by his hair back to the bedroom. Still completely naked he sat on the edge of the bed and pushed the boy down to his knees.

"Do you remember having to lick my cum from your hand?"

"You mean the white stuff sir?" Gabriel asked while steadying himself to have to repeat the procedure.

"Yes my pet." Clint grinned somewhat evilly, "That is called cum. Your duty now is to take my cock in your mouth and make it cum. You will swallow every drop. If you do a good job you will sleep on top of me with tonight. If not, it will be another night on the board with no sleep."

Gabriel nodded understanding as he felt the man grab his ears and pull him forward. He opened his mouth wide and accepted the huge head of the man's cock. Several times Gabriel though he would pass out as the man pressed his shaft as deep as it would go down his throat. He had absolutely no control because the man's hips or hands guided every thrust and shove. Several times Gabriel thought it would at last end only to feel the man pull back and hold his head firmly.

Once Clint's dick started to subside the man viscously pulled on his ears again and the rod pushed deep into his mouth. Gabriel's jaw ached as tears rolled down his cheeks as the torment continued for minute after agonizing minute. Finally he felt Clint's hands tighten painfully on his ears, pulling at his hair as they did so. Burst after burst of the somewhat salty liquid erupted down his throat as he tried desperately to breathe.

He almost blacked out before he realized Clint had pulled back enough to allow him to get in some breaths through his nose. The man's voice stayed hard as it instructed him, "Suck on it hard my pet and use your tongue to clean out the piss slit!"

Gabriel struggled to obey. His jaw hurt terribly and he still had to keep his total focus on not letting the man feel his teeth. He knew the second he made a mistake that hurt the man, this would all seem like a good time. When Clint finally pulled out all the way Gabriel could do nothing but gasp for breath after deep breath.

Clint pulled Gabriel up into the bed and laid back making sure his left hand gripped the boy's balls.

"You did good for a beginner boy. Over the next few days though, you better put more effort into the sucking and licking or I'll have to find other ways to train you."

Gabriel whimpered at the combination of the pressure on his nuts and the man's words. Just the way they had been spoken told him he didn't want to find out what other training ways were. As he settled down with his head resting on the man's chest he wondered what else he could possibly be made to go through. Being thoroughly exhausted after being up the night before kneeling on a board his mind numbed quickly and he fell fast asleep. Several times he woke only to find Clint's hands had squeezed a little too hard on his balls or had pinched a nipple with enough force to wake him. More than once he woke only to find himself crying out in pain.

Each time Gabriel tried to move or squiggle to show displeasure only got him a second squeeze harder and often time a third and a fourth as well. Eventually he realized any reaction by him would only get him punished so he forced himself to stop moving and endured with being woken up time and time again. Finally about two in the morning all groping ceased and he got a few real hours of peace and a chance to sleep. The last thing he heard mutter by Clint as the man chewed lightly on his ear sent shudders through him.

"You are the best I've ever had!" Clint yawned as he pulled Gabriel tightly into his chest. "Tomorrow, you will find out what being a pet is all about my little slave."

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