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Lawrence waved his hand. “Have them turn forward now.”
The handler pressed a button that made a noise in the room with one way glass and they turn. Lawrence sipped his wine. “This is too difficult, they’re all beautiful. May I have all three?”
“All three?” the handler repeated. He couldn’t fathom spending that much in one night.
“Yes. Think of the fun. I do like them losing control and enjoying each other. You don’t let them masturbate right?”
“No.”
“Delightful, they will be eager. Yes, send all three. It’s a holiday tomorrow, might as well be up all night.”
“Might as well. Yes sir, I’ll send all three up to your room.”
“Delightful, thank you. I’ll be up once I finish this glass.” Lawrence checked his phone. There was a message from his husband, Theo: Which one did you pick?
Lawrence texted back: I splurged and went with all three.
All three??? Theo’s message was accompanied with laughing emojis. Why on earth? How are you going to manage?
Lawrence sipped and wrote back: Oh I’ll manage. And I needed three. That’s how many it takes to replace one of you in the bedroom.
Theo texted back a serious of crying emojis. You’re so sweet. I love you, and hate I had to go on a work trip.
Lawrence scoffed. I love you, but don’t lie, you also love China, I know you’re having a great time despite your meetings.
The food and tea have indeed been amazing, but my bed is half empty and I still miss you.
Lawrence smiled. My bed is also half empty. Miss you and love you too.
Theo wrote back: Love you. Now go enjoy those boys and text me all the exploits. I even want to know if they’re circumcised.
Lawrence chuckled.Yes dear. Lawrence inserted a heart into the message and sent it.

Lawrence exhaled. He finished his wine and set down the glass. Now that he was loosened up, it was time to get busy. And thank god for being busy! Lawrence was desperate for some way to pass the time until Theo came home to him.

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Mikhail had purchased Boris off the black market as a personal attendant – someone to keep his room, warm his bed, and act as the entertainment for him and his guests. Boris took orders well, and he seemed to adjust appropriately to his new position. But as winter warmed into summer, Boris began to wilt. Mikhail was concerned. It wasn’t a lack of things to do or thinks to stimulate his mind.

Boris enjoyed liked parties, he enjoyed lovemaking, he was good at the work he did, he spent his free time reading in the garden – but something was wrong. Boris refused to say anything was wrong. His family had been torn by debt and crime; the money Boris brought on the black market had helped his mother get an apartment. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

But Mikhail persisted. He waited until Boris was softened by particularly long session of sex to try to pry him open. Boris finally admitted he missed his brother – and to Mikhail’s shock, Boris began to cry. His father had sold both boys to pay off the debts to loansharks, something not unheard of for a poor family in a poor post-Soviet country. The boys had been separated. Boris assumed they would stay in contact somehow, but it was too hard. Boris was just so worried about his brother, Alexei.

It took Mikhail two months to track down where Alexei went. He was working in factory processing and packing drugs. The men were just indentured labor there. Basically meat. Meat had a price. Mikhail negotiated, closed the deal in a day, and sent his driver to go pick Alexei up. Alexei was bewildered when he stumbled out into the daylight to see a Mercedes waiting for him.

Of course, this was a surprise, and Boris’s reaction to Alexei’s arrival made everyone cry.

Boris bloomed overnight. Mikhail was almost bewildered by the change. Boris was full of energy, all smiles, lots of jokes and laughter. He was so eager to please and do whatever Mikhail asked, and then some. Instead of languishing around the home, or garden for hours, Boris went on long walks and swims in the river. Mikhail’s well-heeled friends were bemused by Mikhail’s attention over his boy and how delighted he was to make him happy. Why are you treating your boy like your boyfriend? they would say with a chuckle. After all, they’re only meat.

One day, Mikhail was the last one awake on a late summer evening. Boris was asleep, attached to his side; Alexei was splayed out in bed next to his wife. They had made love all evening. He watched the curtains blow in the wind. A boy for him, a boy for his wife. It had worked out so well. Mikhail felt a bit sorry for his friends. No doubt they were not utilizing the full potential of their “meat”. What fools. Bringing Boris and Alexei home was the best investment he’d ever made.

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“Come on, milk me, please! I can’t take it. Walking around with an erection in my jeans is so uncomfortable.”
“You sure you can’t just jerk off?” Conner asked. He never takes his eyes off that straining, rigid member jutting out from between the V fold of Ryan’s unzipped jeans. 
“No fucking way. Both the ranch manager and Mr. Burk- er, your uncle- have forbidden it. They want all us to remain horny all the time for them or their stupid friends, or to jerk off over our frustrations. It totally sucks, but it’s like the only sex I get out here, and if I cause them enough grief, they’ll send me back. Then I actually have to spend my sentence in jail! And trust me, I am not going back there.”
“But like, how would they ever find out?”
“That I jerked off?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you know we all bunk together in one room? They watch us all the time. They even stand outside the bathroom when we go. People rat each-other out for rewards. And like, if someone cums in their sleep, they hang up the sheet for everyone to see.”
Connor looked conflicted and rubbed Ryan’s hip. “That’s fucked up. But won’t you get in trouble if I jerk you off?”
Ryan grinned. “See I thought of that. They said that we can’t jerk off. And they said we can’t jerk each-other off. But they never said that someone else other than us can’t. Mr. Burkhart is a stickler for the rules. If he punishes me for correctly interpreting the rules, I can bring it up with the Court.”
“Boy that sure sounds risky, Ryan. My uncle has a lot of power.”
Ryan glanced around. “I don’t care, I need this. The more I’m gone the longer they come looking for me. Please, it won’t take me long.” He whimpered. “Please.” He took off his jeans. “Look at how full my balls are. I can barely sit down. I need a pretty boy like you to take care of me. Your hands aren’t rough like mine, I bet you can give great hand jobs. Come on, show me, Connor.”

 Conner swallowed. There was a pearly bead of pre-cum on the tip of that mushroom head. “Fuck. If you get caught, we never met.”
“Right, right. Of course.”
Conner sighed and reached for that pretty cock. It called for him. It needed him. When he wrapped his fingers around it, Ryan moaned and pushed into his hand. Conner liked that quite a bit. The boys at college were greedy and entitled. They jerked off when bored. Their cocks never got this hard, nor radiated this much heat. He gasped softly when he cupped Ryan’s nuts in his hand. They overflowed his palm.
With only just a few strokes, pre-cum began to pour out of those full balls. “Oh lord,” Ryan sobbed. “It feels like heaven!”
Conner hushed him. “Don’t let anyone hear you.” He increased his speed – and his grip on Ryan’s balls to keep him from moving around so much.
“Fuck – fuck,” he gasped. “Yeah, just like that. Doesn’t need to be fancy.” 

It only took a few seconds before Ryan threw back his head and clung to the rafters of the beams as the strength to hold himself upright left him. He moaned a few unintelligible vowels, followed by a low moan as the orgasm ripped through him. His body convulsed. Tears beaded in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh wow!” Connor cried. A torrent of white seed exploded out of that tiny hole, coating his fingers on both hands and splashing over his chest. He could feel Ryan’s balls tensing and pumping and so Conner loosened his grip, fearing he would prevent any cum from escaping. He pumped and pumped as his hand cramped, and panic began to bloom as he began to think that the erection would not go down. Ryan keened. His cock twitched and then shot out another small load – which was about the size of the one Conner shot out last night in his own room – and then Ryan’s cock began to retreat. 

Ryan sagged against the frame of the old barn, head rested against his bicep. A bit of spittle remained on his lower lip. His chest was heaving, his legs quivering. “Christ, Connor, thank you. Thank you so much.”
Conner was fixated on his flushed face. He’d never made a man look like that before. He felt intoxicated with the power of it, and of having defied his uncle. He didn’t want to release Ryan’s cock, but knew he’d soon grow sensitive, so once the head retreated into the foreskin he released Ryan. He let those balls go last. They felt lighter – squishier now. Not so red and full. Better. 
“You -you’re welcome,” Conner stammered. “That was an incredible amount of cum.” He looked at his hands.
Ryan opened his eyes and studied him. “Oh wow,” he whispered. “Is that all mine?”
“Yeah.”
He blushed. “Sorry.”
“No it’s fine. Was pretty hot, actually.”

Ryan smiled. “Any of that yours?” He took a bandana out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Conner to clean up. 
“No. Not yet.” 
“Let me return the favor?”
Conner looked down at his crotch, at the outline of his own member straining against his Levis. Jerking wasn’t what he was after. He wanted Ryan to fuck him. He wanted to cum with a cock inside of him. “No. You risk being caught if you stay longer. We’ll find time for you to pay me back later.”
Ryan’s face softened. “Are you serious? I need to thank you for this favor. You can’t believe how incredible I feel right now. Like I could wrestle your uncle.” He pulled on his jeans.
“Don’t do that,” Conner chuckled. “But yeah, it’s fine. I want you to owe me.” He gave Ryan a coy look. “You know how hard it’s gonna be to find someone to fuck me out here? I’m willing to wait if that’s what I can get.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Oh no way I’d be lucky enough to get that time with you.”
Conner smiled. “I’ll find the time. Now go before you get caught.” Conner stuffed the bandana into Ryan’s pocket. 
Ryan cupped Conner’s jaw and kissed him. “You’re an angel. And I mean that.” He buttoned his jeans and shoved his feet into his socks and boots. Conner watched in amusement as Ryan stumbled off on fawn’s legs, and just like that, he was alone in the old barn. He crossed himself. “Thank you lord for this opportunity you have presented me. Looks like summer on the ranch isn’t going to be boring after all.”

Conner reached for his shirt. “Man I missed a lot of cum- it’s everywhere!”

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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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“I know you’re both very horny and desperate for male validation, but you two are driving us men insane in the kitchen. Preparing Thanksgiving should be a fun, cozy activity. Your catty behavior is out of control, and you two need to learn to get along. Your Masters are brothers, so you will be seeing a lot of each-other. Maybe this punishment will change your opinions of each-other.” I turn to leave the bathroom. “Oh. I almost forgot, silly me! Where are my manners? Let me go get your vibrating buttplugs.”
“Mmmfffph!” 

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Master Abdul won’t stop staring at my slave. It’s making me crazy. I
admire my slave’s ability to not appear annoyed, but it not professional
for one man to be oggling another’s slave so shamelessly.

“Master Adbul,” I ask, popping a date into my mouth. “Are you here during this meeting or not?”
He
blinks, but manages to tear his eyes away. “My
apologies… just your boy, he is captivating. Where did you find him?”
“An
auction. In Persia. A nomadic boy, captured in war times…so many stray men,
and not enough villages to go back to, unfortunately.”
“Doesn’t he resent you for that?”
I
chuckle and eat another date. “Goodness no. He is very loyal, because I
also bought his sick brother and gave him to my sister. She healed him. As long as he knows
where his twin is, he’s very obedient.”
Master Abdul chuckles. “Why on earth do you give in to a slave’s feelings? That’s what the whip is for.”
“What, so he’ll resent me more? I think not.”
Master
Abdul did not like my answer. “Honestly, I think you should show the
boy that the world is cruel and unfair. The sooner he learns that the
better.”
Shah Mohammed speaks up. “Can we continue the meeting please?”
“Master Abdul,” I say, “He already experienced war. I think that’s cruel and unfair as is.”
“You should sell him to me…I would make him into an even finer slave.”
I scoff. “So you can fuck him and make him scrub your floors like a scullery maid just so you can watch his ass?”
He stands up, red in the face, “How dare you-”
Shah Mohammed stands up too. “Sit down.
Master Abdul, you’re acting a fool, openly coveting a man’s property
like that. How he trains his slaves is none of your business, and
jealousy is unsightly.”
Master Abdul grumbles and sits.

I
glance over at my boy. I can see the panic in his eyes, but not on his
face. He’s kept his position, his posture, his composure. My heart
swells.

We finish our meeting on taxes and then Master
Abdul excuses himself as quickly as he could, no doubt to find a whore
for the evening.

Shah Mohammed watches him go.
“Good heavens, he leaves such a bad taste in my mouth.”
“I have to agree… no manners, what so ever.”
My slave is busy making us a fresh pot of mint tea.

“Well, taxes are rather boring…maybe he wanted to escape that.”
Shah Mohammed chuckles. “Perhaps so.”
I sip the fresh cup handed to me. “Mmnn. Say, Shah…do you still like to watch?”
A smile curls under his mustache. “Oh very, very much so.”

I glance up at my slave. “Come here boy. Kneel before me. Please me.”
My slave does not flinch or hesitate. He simply passes me a cup of fragrant tea and kneels onto the soft carpet under my slippers.
“Any requests Sir?”
“Not too fast…take your time. Make me nice and hard.”
My slave parts my robes and finds my cock hidden inside. “Anything for you Sir,” he murmurs, nuzzling my thigh. His beard tickles my skin and one of my testicles. A moment later, he starts.
Across from me, Shah Mohammed sighs and sips his tea as he slides down into his seat. “Praise the heavens, that is a beautiful sight watching him suck you like that.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head back. “I’ll have to take your word on that, but let me tell you Shah, it feels marvelous.”

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