Description: Growing up, I wasn’t spoiled, or abused, I was mostly ignored. I guess you could say my parents were rich. Up until I was ten I had a nanny. Sort of. There was a college girl who would come take care of me when I got home from school, and some evenings when my parents went out. My mom wouldn’t send me to day care because I might “pick up bad habits.” After I turned ten, I was kind of on my own. We had a maid that came every day, but she made it clear that I was not her responsibility. She made sure I ate, helped with band aids, that was about it. I made okay grades in school. It was what it was. As I got older, I had friends. I could pretty much do what I wanted, but my dad suddenly cared enough to threaten me with near death if I got caught doing anything stupid. I got out of high school with decent enough grades. My parents just sort of offhandedly said to pick a college and let them know where to send tuition. I looked at some brochures and had no clue. One night my friends dropped me off, and I just couldn’t go back in the house. I went for a walk. A long walk, as it turned out, and ended up in a bad neighborhood. It didn’t feel dangerous. I was ignored like usual, but it felt seedy and exciting. Then the black car pulled up. Only later I found out from other boys how amazing it was that the first time I ever went “out on the streets,” I got chosen. I wasn’t even on the streets, really. I got in the car, though. It was exciting! Was I nervous? Sure. But I guess I felt seen, a part of something. Even being kidnapped would have been something. Like I actually mattered to somebody. I was kidnapped… sort of. I mean, they made it clear that, if I ever said “no” I would be dropped off on the same corner where they found me, in the same clothes, as if nothing had happened. But I said, “yes.” Time has gone by fast. I think I’ve had four Masters. I’ve lost count of how many men have fucked me. They aren’t stingy. If anything, they like letting other men use their property. But when I’m loaned out, I understand that I had better leave those men very satisfied and very impressed. Of course, that’s good for me, too. Staying in the Cabal is dependent on my value and popularity. At some point, I’ll be put back on that street corner, except that I’ll have a bankcard in my pocket with a very large balance in it. Right now, I’m happy being here, though. I never thought about being a sex slave. It wasn’t exactly one of the options in Career Development Class. Then I got into it and, well, yesterday it was time for my appraisal. The slaves get examined periodically to make sure that we are healthy, and everything. Master Kamp, Master Aries and my current master, Master Scott were there. A part of me was thinking how crazy and bizarre it was. I mean, even my gay friends would think it was totally wack, being naked on a platform under a spotlight being groped and prodded by three older men in suits. I mean all three were total DILFs, but still. And they talked to each other like I was a dog, or a horse, that couldn’t even understand them. In a way, I was less than a dog. I was just a fuckboy to be bought, sold and used. Except for Master Scott, of course. He owns me, so he cares. They all become a little bit attached once they actually own a boy. Me? I was okay with it. I just go into this hypersexual state of mind. Yeah, I’m just a fuck toy that all three of these men want to use. But when they sink their dick into my ass, I’m desirable. Visible. So I just lay there, letting them use me. First, Master Aries ate my ass. I didn’t even know that was a thing before I got here, but all the masters are into it. Part of it is getting boys opened up to take their cocks but, I don’t know, they just get off on getting their tongues up in our holes before they fuck us. An ownership thing I guess. We are just delicious snacks to enjoy, like expensive French pastries. Master Aries fucked me first. I had never met him, but he has a nice cock and he fucks really good. But then he turned me over to Master Scott. I heard them talking before. This would be the last time Master Scott fucked me before I was sold again. He wanted to breed my hole one last time. I like Master Scott, so I was pleased about that. Master Aries said he wasn’t in the mood for sloppy seconds. After Master Scott pumped his seed into me and then shoved his cock back in to work his cum deep into my guts, Master Aries jacked off into my open mouth. He tasted good. I don’t think I would mind if he bought me next.
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