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“Thank you for returning him. When the report is filed, you shall receive your reward,” Master Torres says with a nod of his head.
“No, thank YOU Sir. The money is insignificant. I’m glad you got your boy back. Did he really run away? Didn’t seem to put much effort into it.”
“It’s more accurate to say he got out. He’s been mad at me a little cause I with-held his milking date cause he misbehaved and I found out. Also some jealousy issues. General frustration. And he’s not so good at communication. It happens sometimes with slaves. So they get out and go wandering around, only to realize an hour later that they are totally lost without their alpha there to guide them. There’s nowhere to go. Home is in my basement. Inevitably, as in this case, they wander toward the nearest area with lots of men and hopes someone knows what to do.”
“Ooohhh. Yeah it was pretty obvious what was going on once we realized no one was keeping an eye on him. It says ‘slave’ on his back too.”
“He often forgets its there,” Master Torres says with a soft chuckle.
“Well, in this case it helped.”
“Indeed. Thank you for calling the hotline, again. I’m now going to go take him home, feed the hungry welp, and punish the hell out of him for scaring me like that.”
“…Will he get milked?”
Master Torres tilts his head. “Maybe. Depends how he takes his whipping. Alright, boy let’s go.”
“Bye now, take care!”

I watch Master Torres escort his boy out, talking softly to him. I barely catch a glimpse of Master Torres kissing him softly on the cheek. I don’t think I was supposed to see that. I could tell he was really happy to get his boy back. I’ve heard horror stories of boys getting kidnapped. I’m glad I could be part of a happy ending. I set my duffel bag down and start to get ready for my work out. God, I wish I could afford to care for a slave one day! With this reward money, I’m even closer to the pricepoint. I feel invigorated. Life goals, life goals, man. 

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Text is fictional.

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TOPIC: four college buds sharing a cabin rental together are about to change clothes and hit the few bars in the small resort town nearby. two will get lucky, finding the perfect piece of tail and spending the night elsewhere. one will go back to the cabin drunk and sadly horny from a futile pussy chase. one will end up missing for over 30 days.

DISCUSS: choose which one of the four “buds” ends up “mia” and briefly describe what happens to him?

Answer: The one second to left.

The man he couldn’t see smacked his balls until they red and swollen and his cock was hard as a rock. Gagged, blind-folded, and tied to the bed, he could only emit muffled screams as the unknown assistant alternated between striking his tender genitals with a riding crop and massaging them with a cool hand. Just when he was about to start crying, the smacks stopped. The blind folded was removed and the captive blinked slowly in the natural daylight of the bedroom. There was a man standing over him, wearing a hood to obscure his features. He had no tattoos, no identifying marks…just a thin, long penis swaying between his legs.

The man resumed rubbing the bound boy’s testicles, but reached over and picked up something on the bed. It looked like a large hole puncher or something. The stranger set it on his stomach, followed by a bag of tiny rubber bands.

“First of all, I’m going to keep you here for a month or so. You will wear a shock-collar, you will be put in chastity and forbidden to masturbate. I will decide when you eat, when you bathe. You will only be allowed to use the toilet once a day, so you will be wearing a diaper. You will come to me to have it changed. You will service all my sexual needs, including giving my balls a tongue-bath in the morning.” The young man’s eyes were wide, he protested under the gag and shook his head wildly back and forth.

“That isn’t the choice. That is what’s going to happen. Do you know what this is?” the man gestured to the metal instrument on the lad’s chest. “It’s a neutering device. It stretches those rubber bands which are then applied to the testicles. Eventually, they just fall off.” The captive was shaking now, the whites of eyes clearly visible. “That is your choice. You stay here for 30 days and be my sex slave, or I neuter you and add you to my collection of sterile boys in the barn I rent out as sex slaves. There is a collector in Germany who would love to have your fat balls in a jar.”

For a moment there, the master thought the captive had passed out and struck him on the tip of his cock to get his attention again. It worked.

“I will tell you that I’m not so cruel. There will be nights where your will flesh sting, your ass sore, and your cock aches, but your life will never be in danger. Getting rid of bodies is… a tad inconvenient, So, young man, are you going to be good? For me?” The master’s eyes glimmered as he saw the tied up boy nod his head miserably. “Good boy. I’ll go get your collar, chastity device, and diaper. Oh one more thing. There’s video cameras in every room… if you run away, the tapes get set out to everyone you ever knew.”

Pleased, he left the room to let the boy think about his new life for the next month.