James Blonde found himself on the streets, having left his small town to meet an older man from a dating website. Being closeted and desperate for a way out, a handsome and generous sugar daddy seemed like the perfect solution. Despite not knowing each other for long, James packed his bags and took a chance. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and he ended up on the streets, like many gay boys before him. With few options left, he turned to sex work to survive.
The summer wasn’t too bad; it was almost an adventure for the resourceful young man. While he couldn’t afford an apartment, he made enough to get by and usually found shelter at a gay homeless facility. Being desirable and agreeable, James could typically find clients who weren’t objectionable, and he welcomed the regular sex life after having gone without for so long. He explored the city and spread his wings.
But winter was approaching, and the nights were getting colder. Occasionally, someone from the streets would vanish. Rumors circulated about a shadowy, secret group known as the Collective—an underground club of incredibly wealthy and kinky men who allegedly bought and sold young men as slaves. Boys in the Collective were rumored to be treated well and promised a substantial payout at the end of their service.
No one knew for sure if the Collective was real, but some guys from the streets would disappear, fueling the rumors. James had noticed a large black town car with tinted windows cruising through the district, rarely stopping to pick up anyone. He wondered if the car was connected to the Collective. If such a group existed, the car seemed like the most likely link. At the very least, the car was expensive, and its owner could be expected to be generous.
James knew he was one of the most attractive boys in the district. If the car would stop for anyone, he thought, it would be him. He started watching for it and posed prominently by the curb whenever he saw it coming, flexing his lithe muscles to look enticing without being too obvious. One late evening, when he was virtually alone, the car pulled up. The window rolled halfway down, revealing a distinguished man half in shadow. “Boy, do you want a new life?” the man asked in a stern yet agreeable voice. Almost on cue, a chilly wind blew down the street.
James, almost afraid to answer, knowing this was the most important question he had ever been asked, tentatively whispered, “Yes…Sir.” The man extended his hand through the window, holding an expensive engraved card. “Think hard about it. Be here and don’t be late. And tell no one.” James looked down at the card and felt a chill run through him that had nothing to do with the cold. When he looked up, the car was already half a block away.
James was at the appointed spot before the car pulled up. The door opened, and he was beckoned inside. The man offered him a water bottle and questioned him sternly, revealing little. James agreed to everything. More interviews followed, each one agreeable but formal, and each revealing more about what was expected of him.
Eventually, James found himself in a dark room of indeterminate size, with a platform under a spotlight and a man who introduced himself as “Master Felix Kamp.” Master Kamp was still agreeable but radiated an air of absolute control and dominance that James had never experienced before. He was ordered to strip and quickly complied. Then, he was ordered to make an oath of obedience, and his trials began.
Master Kamp examined James with strong, confident hands. Just as James began to relax, the man’s thick fingers thrust into his mouth until he gagged. His balls were tugged and tortured until he moaned and writhed in pain, but then he was laid down on his back, his feet licked and toes sucked until he moaned with pleasure.
His hole was pummeled with a glass dildo until he could feel himself gaping open. Finally, he was ordered to jack himself off as the dildo continued to pound into his ass, and then eat the cum that splattered his chest. As a silk bow tie was hooked around his neck, James was filled with pride, undercut by dread. The only thing he could be certain of was that a new life had begun, and he would never be the same again.
Boy For Sale
THE BOY JAMES Chapter 1 – The Grooming
James Blonde found himself on the streets, having left his small town to meet an older man from a dating website. Being closeted and desperate for a way out, a handsome and generous sugar daddy seemed like the perfect solution. Despite not knowing each other for long, James packed his bags and took a chance. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and he ended up on the streets, like many gay boys before him. With few options left, he turned to sex work to survive.
The summer wasn’t too bad; it was almost an adventure for the resourceful young man. While he couldn’t afford an apartment, he made enough to get by and usually found shelter at a gay homeless facility. Being desirable and agreeable, James could typically find clients who weren’t objectionable, and he welcomed the regular sex life after having gone without for so long. He explored the city and spread his wings.
But winter was approaching, and the nights were getting colder. Occasionally, someone from the streets would vanish. Rumors circulated about a shadowy, secret group known as the Collective—an underground club of incredibly wealthy and kinky men who allegedly bought and sold young men as slaves. Boys in the Collective were rumored to be treated well and promised a substantial payout at the end of their service.
No one knew for sure if the Collective was real, but some guys from the streets would disappear, fueling the rumors. James had noticed a large black town car with tinted windows cruising through the district, rarely stopping to pick up anyone. He wondered if the car was connected to the Collective. If such a group existed, the car seemed like the most likely link. At the very least, the car was expensive, and its owner could be expected to be generous.
James knew he was one of the most attractive boys in the district. If the car would stop for anyone, he thought, it would be him. He started watching for it and posed prominently by the curb whenever he saw it coming, flexing his lithe muscles to look enticing without being too obvious. One late evening, when he was virtually alone, the car pulled up. The window rolled halfway down, revealing a distinguished man half in shadow. “Boy, do you want a new life?” the man asked in a stern yet agreeable voice. Almost on cue, a chilly wind blew down the street.
James, almost afraid to answer, knowing this was the most important question he had ever been asked, tentatively whispered, “Yes…Sir.” The man extended his hand through the window, holding an expensive engraved card. “Think hard about it. Be here and don’t be late. And tell no one.” James looked down at the card and felt a chill run through him that had nothing to do with the cold. When he looked up, the car was already half a block away.
James was at the appointed spot before the car pulled up. The door opened, and he was beckoned inside. The man offered him a water bottle and questioned him sternly, revealing little. James agreed to everything. More interviews followed, each one agreeable but formal, and each revealing more about what was expected of him.
Eventually, James found himself in a dark room of indeterminate size, with a platform under a spotlight and a man who introduced himself as “Master Felix Kamp.” Master Kamp was still agreeable but radiated an air of absolute control and dominance that James had never experienced before. He was ordered to strip and quickly complied. Then, he was ordered to make an oath of obedience, and his trials began.
Master Kamp examined James with strong, confident hands. Just as James began to relax, the man’s thick fingers thrust into his mouth until he gagged. His balls were tugged and tortured until he moaned and writhed in pain, but then he was laid down on his back, his feet licked and toes sucked until he moaned with pleasure.
His hole was pummeled with a glass dildo until he could feel himself gaping open. Finally, he was ordered to jack himself off as the dildo continued to pound into his ass, and then eat the cum that splattered his chest. As a silk bow tie was hooked around his neck, James was filled with pride, undercut by dread. The only thing he could be certain of was that a new life had begun, and he would never be the same again.