happy birthday;
ship; catthew
summary; matt is sold to carter as a sex slave
carter reynold's point of view;
I waited in the cool chair that was made from sturdy iron. I wore a maroon suit which made my appearance look classy and wealthy. I tightened my deep gray tie while waiting for the men to bring me, my slave. My friend, Taylor Caniff, also had purchased from this committee. Taylor purchased the youngest sex slave on the market. The boy had just turned eighteen when he was purchased.
The committee kept the young boy on hold until he was legally eighteen. The time we live in didn't discriminate against this committee. Sexual activity is something many people weren't freely allowed to have. One day, there was a large event within the United States government that agreed that sexual slavery was allowed.
After having the slave for twenty years, you must repurchase if you really had good use out of the slave. It is like a rental fee. I've owned a slave before but, she committed suicide the fifth year I had her in my possession. It wasn't my fault of course. I never usually treat my slaves with harsh punishments. Maggie was her name.
Maggie was diagnosed with drastic Insomnia. Insomnia is difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep, even when a person has the chance to do so. People with insomnia can feel dissatisfied with their sleep.
Maggie was also diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa. The girl never ate, no matter how much I threatened to punish her if she didn't eat.
A few nights before her official death, I found my slave passed out in the bathroom. No pills were taken, no cuts on her wrists, just simply how weak she was. Her body gave up on her and soon, she gave up on her life.
I had a funeral for her, yet, I wasn't satisfied. After the first year with Maggie, I realized she couldn't handle it. She couldn't handle what I liked and even forced, it wasn't sexy and it wasn't hot. Not that Maggie was ugly.
She was a beautiful girl and could have been a very successful and innocent sex slave. I needed something more. About a week after she had died, I found myself lonely. I went club to club, bar to bar, party to party. The one night stands were never good enough. Never.
One night, heavily drunk. That's the drunkest I have ever been. I found myself in a bedroom.
With a man.
Best sex I have ever participated in.
That's when I found myself becoming gay. A manly, unidentified gay man. The more I had sex with men, the more I realized I needed a slave. A male slave. Something I could treat well yet sternly at the same time.
Their punishments will be intense yet, their lives with be beautiful. Maggie couldn't handle beatings. She never thought she was good enough. Poor girl, she wasn't. Not for life, but, my sex life.
Taylor, on the other hand, was loaded. He bought me my slave for my birthday that is tomorrow. Taylor has five slaves, including the two he bought today. None female. One of them is very shy. They huddle away and don't speak much. Yet, Taylor told me Shawn is his secret favorite. Shawn was his good baby boy. Shawn was like a baby. He acted like one, curled up like on, sucked on his thumb like one. It was fucking adorable.
He has another one named Jack. Jack is a hyper, all in your face little one. He is the opposite of Shawn yet, the two always cuddle and sleep together. Jack found his slavery very comfortable. Once again, he was adorable from his blue eyes and around.
Lastly, he has a stern one. Cameron always was in a bad mood which got him punished a lot. Lately, Cameron has been quite sad. Recently, Cameron was caught hanging a rope to his ceiling. Taylor was in shock and very sad. Cameron has been his top priority lately and he is taking him to California with him. Just Cameron. Taylor blames himself for the event when Cameron was just sad. Maybe it was Taylor, who knows.
