Prologue
Prologue
Daniel Asmin, was a nobody. If you thought that then you were certainly a good, kind person, not wrapped up in anything dark and nefarious.
In fact Daniel Asmin, might have just been the greatest (and cruelest) exporter of sex slaves across the world. He never sold many slaves at once, five was always his limit. Five slaves that would go for hundreds of thousands each on the black market after he trained them, to be perfect fuckable toys, to be ordered, used, abused… worked like the slutty object those horny boys became.
He was a man in his late thirties. Who had been in the business of human trafficking since he was a young man. With thick dark brown hair, cut short to the sides. Piercing grey eyes, that were as merciless as the storm clouds they matched. If he wasn’t in leather, then he was dressed down, far more casual than you’d expect for a man who made millions.
Currently the man stood in what he called ‘The Stables’, the training home for all the slaves he trained. It was built on private land, surrounded not only by an electric fence lined with cameras, but a forest. It would take several hours on foot to find any sort of town with people; at that was only if you knew which direction to head. The roads he drove through the forest weren’t even roads, difficult to notice if he didn’t know but several trees were removed to create a tight drivable path, meaning there was no road for one to follow if they did get out. Though no one had ever escaped.
The Stables themselves looked as the name suggested like stables. Six horse stalls, three on each wall, with a large body mirror in each, forcing the slave to look at what they’d become. Each would be chained or handcuffed to sleep, being forced to rest in such a position they’d have their arse’s raised and eyes, whenever open, seeing the humiliating position they were in.
The only food trough was at the entrance side of The Stables, a long metal tub that would be filled with the most tasteless, disgusting, but nutritious food, laced with specialty experiment drugs from a good friend of Daniel’s. It would keep the boys horny. And lacked the dangers of constant blood flow to the cock so none would die of permanent erection.
On the end wall of the stables were racks of training tools, most of which would be temporarily removed, to hang up the new stock of slaves. But once all the slaves were strung up like pieces of meat, and put in their new homes, they’d get the pleasure of seeing an arsenal of sex toys and other devices used to keep them in check.
Daniel smiled, looking at the empty Stables. Six new boys he would find. He would train. From young adults with bright futures, to horny slutty animals or servants. Who would learn their place at his feet. Then sold later to the highest bidder, they wouldn’t all be men of course. But training most straight boys to suck cocks on command and beg to eat out a fat arse was more fun, than giving them the satisfaction while in training on pleasuring a woman.
They would learn, their pleasure, came after the needs and wants of their owner. It was time to find his new stock.
