Every morning started the same. The harsh bell sounded and the lights came on.
Roberto whimpered. It was a beautiful dream. They were in a grassy park. The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy white. He was wearing a pretty pink sundress. Damon was laying on his back wearing only a white dinner jacket. He was kneeling between Damon's knees. Damon's big black cock was in Roberto's mouth. In the dream it seemed normal to have Damon behind him at the same time, his strong hands gripping Roberto's hips, driving his girly cunt asshole. Big beautiful Damon.
But it was just a dream. He was in his four foot by three foot cage laying on the thin foam mat.
Damon had crossed racial lines in the federal prison and claimed Roberto as his bitch.
Only five foot tall, twenty six year old Roberto had a pretty face. A wig, dress and a bit of eye liner he could pass as a Mexican beauty. There must have been a snitch. At the last minute he was pulled out of the boarding line for his flight to St.Paul. He was thrown over the edge of the bolted down steel table and the butt plug of product yanked out of his ass. His shoes were broken open to get the product out of the block soles. Third offense. Twenty years.
Damon of course had to be tough and mean in the yard, but after lockdown he was so gentle. His big cock almost choked Roberto at first, but Damon was patient. He took his time breaking Roberto in. One big finger, then two, then three before he gently worked his big roll of tarpaper into Roberto's girly boy cunt hole. Then after lovemaking he would cuddle Roberto, whispering what a sweet little bitch he was. But at the institute there was no physical touching. They wore cock cages all the time.
Weeks ago, hard to tell how long, he and eight other young prey were called into the warden's office, cuffs and leg irons, then loaded into the windowless box of a delivery truck and driven for hours. That was the last time they saw daylight. They were unloaded and operated on. Now they all had pierced ears, nipples and cocks. They all were circumcised and given vasectomies. Except for the fat white boy. He was castrated. At least he's quit crying all night.
All day every day they were trained. How to serve, how to speak, how to apply makeup and style hair, how to give massages, and carry trays of wine glasses. Then there was the extra training. How to give a blow job that was way more than just sucking cocks. How to give a lady and orgasm with just their tongues. They did their practical on the male and female guards.
Today is different. The tall raven haired Matron and several guards are waiting in the classroom.
"Good morning."
In unison, "Good morning Matron."
"Today is your graduation, so to speak. Today you will be auctioned off. First we will parade you onto the stage in the auditorium, then show you individually. You will be brought back here, then auctioned. Now,on your desk is your number plate. Hang it over your neck and line up in numerical order." Their cock cages were removed.
The bright stage lights made it impossible to see the bidders. They were shown, then one at a time led back onstage. Roberto stood straight, hands a this side as instructed. The auctioneer chanted his sing song. Roberto was led back to the classroom.
One at a time they were collared and leashed and led away. Roberto's turn came.
Frank, one of the nicer guards, with Roberto's leash in one hand and his other hand gripping Roberto's left ass cheek led him out. Matron, two dark skinned well dressed men, and the fat white boy were just leaving her office. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Frank took off the collar, motioned Roberto into the office and stood outside the door.
Matron returned with a beautiful couple.
She was Roberto's height. Oriental. her lustrous black hair was up in an elegant swirl. Her white angora turtle neck sweater had the kind of collar that flowed in a soft drift over her shoulders. Grey leather ankle boots peeked out under the hem of her maroon skirt. Her pink lips had a warm smile.
He was much taller, maybe six feet. A Viking. Blond hair, blue eyes. Impeccable suit. A warm smile with just enough lascivious twinkle in his eyes to make Roberto blush.
Papers were signed. Matron's assistant, the sweet little Nancy (and fuck toy, so it was rumored) brought the lady's white satin cape with the wide fur collar that tapered down and defined it's hem, and the gentleman's full length black mink with the raccoon collar.
Matron walked them down a flight of stairs to the parking garage. Their driver held the door. The lady and gentleman either side of Roberto, they drove out of the building. Roberto now saw it was a non-descript modern factory building. Window less, steel sided, sign with a three letter name. Just like all the others. Could be any modern industrial park around the world.
"We're going to name you 'Bobby'."
He smiled. This was a good sign. "Thank you ,Sir."
"See, Darling. So polite. So well trained." She stroked Bobby's arm. "Oh sweetie! You're freezing." She opened her cape and spread it over Bobby's shoulders and pulled him to her. "There, is that better?"
"Yes Mistress, Thank you." Her sweater felt so soft against his bare skin. She smelled nice.
They drove right out onto the ramp at the airport and hustled up the stairs of the Lear Jet.
A beautiful young lady, about five inches taller than the lady and Bobby took their coats.
