*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old*
*This story was inspired by and written with the permission of redbeardedsf. The characters and situations involved are from his story "The Ultimate American Boy Contest." He is a writer of excellent slave boy erotic fiction. If you are Nifty enough you can read his stories, and get a better understanding of Indentured Servitude and the slave boy industry. All Hail Lord Red Beard!
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Billy still could not believe what was happening to him. Just yesterday he had been favored to win the latest season of "The Ultimate American Boy Challenge." And if not for a freak accident, resulting in a sprained ankle, he would still be dominating the competition and a free boy, instead of enslaved and awaiting his first ass fucking that would deflower his anal cherry. How did this happen? One minute I was doing fine, and the next I was losing the whole competition. This was followed live on air by my humiliating forced stripping, body and pubic hair shaving, slave collaring, and demeaning interview by the announcers where I broke out in tears. And if that wasn't humiliating enough, the burly gay announcer forced my to kiss him live on air, while the other skinny gay announcer fingered my asshole and jerked my cock until I shot my load.
They said it was to show how big of a load that I could shoot, in order to entice the bidders to up their offers. But I saw the looks on those two's faces, they enjoyed every second of my humiliation. Then they made me drink my own cum from the skinny ones hand, as they heckled me. The big one then forced me to my knees and made me suck his cock until he shot his load down my throat, while the skinny one smacked my ass and showed my asshole off the all the sickos out there that get off on straight slave boys servicing men. I couldn't believe it, I'm not even gay. The skinny one even made comments about my little brother and told him over the air that he was welcome to try his luck in the competition as well. Why were they doing this to me? I signed up for the competition to raise money to send my brother and me to college, I never actually expected to be enslaved to some gay fuck and to be used for his sadistic pleasure.
Right off that bat, I was sold to a retirement home. But thankfully a last minute payout to the winning bidders secured me from having to service those dirty old men. I was now being taken to the home of my new owner. At least it was just one guy and not many. I know a few of the losing competitors were sold off to brothels to be used by any and every man that get's off on fucking slave boys. I had already been told that I was to have my as cherry popped tonight, before being sent away for further slave training at some place called The Center. That was run by the USMSO, the biggest and most feared straight slave boy training organizations. They specialized in training young straight boy like me to become docile and obedient slaves to older gay men. I had been told the training could take between six to ten weeks, but that my owner did not wish to wait that long. He apparently was in a rush to fuck me in the ass.
I was still completely naked and wearing the silver collar that had been attached at the end of my last appearance of UABC. I was restrained using leather wrist cuffs, but at least they were fur lined. As I was being driven in the back of an SUV to my owner, I tried to tell myself that is was going to be alright, but who was I kidding. I was now a sex slave, my free life was over. At the end of the show, when I had apologized for breaking down in tears, just from all the stress and emotions from the competition coming out at once, the burly announcer had mocked me by saying that being that I was now a slave boy, I didn't have to worry anymore about taking anything like a man. He even said that I was a slave boy, a piece of property, and definitely not a man. Like either of those two homos know what its like to be a real man. I took a chance that would have set me, my brother, and my family up for life. It wasn't my fault that I sprained my ankle, the show should have done a better job in looking out for it's competitors. I shouldn't be here, it wasn't right. So what if I had signed the contract beforehand, selling a boy into sexual slavery was just plain wrong. The other contestants might deserve this, but certainly not me.
I even remember all of the other losing competitors and what the announcers said to them. One such loser sticks out to me most of all. The first contestant to be eliminated was brought up to the announcers and the burly announcer puts his arm over the boys shoulders and asked him how his family must feel right now since they probably bragged to all of their friends and neighbors that their son would be on UABC only to watch him be the first on eliminated. They just rubbed it in his face that the family that he will never see again, is probably so ashamed of him. I don't even remember his name, but that public shaming really stuck with me ever since. Before I had been released to my new owner's driver, I was thoroughly cleaned out with seven back to back deep enemas. By the last three, all of the water coming out of my was clear and free of any solid waste. They said that it was to ensure that I was properly clean for my new owner, but I think they just enjoyed torturing me like that.
Still seething, I felt the SUV stop and the driver get out. My door opened and two burly guards grabbed me and pulled me from the vehicle. They marched me into the house and up a flight of stairs. I barely had a chance to look around, but from what I could tell the owner was loaded, almost as rich as I would have been if I had won the competition. They walked me down a hallway until we came to a big set of heavy wooden double doors. One of them knocked on the door, and I heard a deep voice say, "Enter."
When they opened the doors, I felt my fear spike as I was led into what could only be described as a dungeon. Every possible spanking or whipping instrument hung from the walls, and every conceivable piece of BDSM furniture sat around the room. Directly in front of us was what could only be described as a throne, and one this throne sat a very muscular white man. He was dressed in black leather pants, black leather boots, black leather gloves that came up past his wrists, and a black leather police style formal hat. He sat there silently, as he stared at me. He was much bigger than me, and clearly kept in shape. He looked to be in his thirties, but it was hard to tell. He had jet black hair and a clean shaven face. I felt a shiver run up my spine, knowing that this guy could wipe the floor with me if he so choose to do so. He continued to stare at me, making me unsettled as his two guards continued to hold me still. He finally stretched his face into a evil smirk, as he eyed me up and down.
He continued to stare at me, as he said "So, you're my slave boy Billy?"
I nodded and answered, "Yes, sir."