BDSM Mansion

The house was made to order, seven bedrooms , three bathrooms, and a full basement. It was perfect. 

The six of us grew up together, played sports in high school together, stayed close while a couple went to work and the rest of us went to college. Only two of us were openly gay, but the rest were claiming to be bi. (All open only to each other, not to anyone outside our circle) All of us fucked   the others at one time or another, even though at least a couple dated girls. I decided they were in denial.  

New Texas was a dangerous place to live if you were gay or trans. The government had instituted an unwritten policy of sexual cleansing. Coupled with the policy of convicted criminals being auctioned  to serve out their sentences as slaves, made life here just plain scary.

Unofficially we claimed the house was occupied by members of a fraternity, lambda chi lambda. We hoped that guise would afford us some protection from those roaming the streets looking for likely "law" breakers.

We were rarely all at home at the same time, day or night.  Me and my buddy Mateo are taking a year off before grad school , traveling a bit and just fucking off. We've been fuck buddies for a while now but most often sleep alone. 

"You know Nelson bought a slave, don't you?"

Mateo and I were eating cereal at the kitchen counter, he'd brought this subject up a few too many times. I figured I knew what was coming. 

"I saw his slave on the weekend, he got a trannie, a chick with a dick!!  It's so cool!!" Mateo was talking with food in his mouth, how can I even think about kissing this cretin? 

"How many times you gonna tell me this?"

"I'm thinking I'll go check out an auction. They have them almost every day." Mateo rattled on like he thought I was listening, what a moron. 

"Wanna come with? There's one today at noon"

"Nah. Not sure I'm into anything like that. " I knew this was what was coming. Mateo was deep into role play when we have sex, we both were. Him having  a slave just makes sense in a perverse way. "You sure this is what you want? A real slave. A sex slave I presume, since you don't own a mine or an oil field"

"I want to look. Only look. Nelson said there's always a small group of younger guys on the auction block. Maybe if one's cute...."

"MATEO!! I know you're not serious."

"What??!!!  I just want to look. .......why don't you come with me. ?  Keep me honest !!"

"Absolutely not!!!"

Mateo and I had a history. We grew up together in the same extended family, being cousins, so seeing each other naked started while we were still potty training. Through the years we grew close, neither having any desire to date girls. We suffered puberty together, jerked each other off once we realized it was a thing to do with our developing genitals. Having a sexual relationship just seemed a natural progression for us. The political climate forced us to keep as private as possible, being family helped with the perception of normal horny teens. 

"See?!  I told you!  They look starved or something, and why are they so red? ......I bet they were beaten in there. " he wasn't even listening. Mateo couldn't be more excited. The auction was all he talked about for over a week. We'd known each other long enough to know trying to talk the other out of doing something stupid was an exercise in futility. But a slave?? A SEX SLAVE??? Why bring another person into our extra-personal and illegal sex life? 

"Why do they all look familiar?" 

"Because they're all our age. We could have gone to school with any one of them. Or all of them."

"Fuck Mateo!! Why are we here?  This is embarrassing!!"

There are five naked boys chained to hooks on the platform, all to be auctioned to the highest bidder. Of the twelve or so supposed bidders a few looked corporate, most likely from the mines or oil fields. The rest were normal looking everyday looking common ordinary looking guys. What the fuck?!  

"Tell me you're not really going to do this, Mateo. I know you're not here to just check it all out. I'm not a moron, we've known each other our whole lives. "

"Too late, see the one to the right of the guy wearing the chastity?" Mateo pointed to a curly headed, soaking wet boy who couldn't be older than 18. The boy was sobbing so loudly it was heartbreaking. 

"I'm bidding on  him" Mateo was staring at the boy who had just been turned around , his ass pulled upward by a metal hook. 

"Take a good look, these asses are ripe for fucking. These slaves are all virgins...." The auctioneer's announcement was drowned by the spectators laughing and hooting. 

"All right. All right. Maybe not every hole on their young bodies is still virgin. Come and sample but if you don't buy it's gonna cost you"

The platform became flooded with fully dressed men petting, groping and prodding the naked boys who resembled hanging sides of beef. 

"Mateo, no. Tell me you didn't! " he wasn't paying any attention to me. His eyes glued to the platform, watching these boys being violated, raped right in front of us. Who is this boy I thought I knew all my life?  How can he honestly be considering something so heinous?

This atrocity lasted an hour, the auctioneer called an end to the sampling and was ready to reveal the results of the auction. 

"These prisoners have been remanded to me to insure the sentences demanded by the State of New Texas are carried out. " the auctioneer picked up a clip board, smiling, began to read the names of the lucky bidders. ".........number 566-102-3334 goes to Mateo Perez. .....number...."

"You did this? " I was incredulous. My long time friend bought a sex slave, an actual slave. 

"You knew I was gonna buy one of these boys. You knew it the minute I brought it up so don't go all high and mighty and righteous on me.....now let's go get our property"

Our? Mateo just said "our" property! ?

I was speechless. How could my best friend possibly think I would condone something like this?  Our property? He can't actually believe I'd  have anything to do with this travesty, could he?

As we drove to the house I could barely even look at Mateo. The slave master. The Overseer?.....the boy i'd loved my whole life. How could I have been so wrong about him all this time? The eighteen year old he bought was gagged, with zip tied ankles and wrists then stuffed into the trunk of our sub-sub-compact car. 

"I really don't know you, do I?  All these years, the boy I fell in love with when I was FUCKING THIRTEEN!!"

Mateo put on the brakes hard! Then pulled to the right side of the road. 

"YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS PIECE OF SHIT!! You know you want this every bit as much as I do. Every time we fuck some guy you're a fucking maniac. You pick guys on Grindr who want to be controlled.....and when you get one into BDSM you become a fucking dungeon master........how many whips have you got?....how much electro gear?.....ball pillory?.......that one guy you had wrapped in chains, ball humbler, nipple suction turned up so tight you had to gag him from making so much noise?"

"That....was just sex, Mateo. Not slavery!! Not some poor guy caged in the basement fed dog food!!"

Mateo just stared at me while I went on and on about how inhuman this whole mess was...

He  drew close to me, staring at me eye to eye. "Yeah I'm a fucking sadist. I give it up....guilty as charged...and you're right, we've known each other since we were in diapers....I know you as well as you know me" Mateo drew closer, noses millimeters apart, "...and I know you're ten times the sadist I've ever been. "

I felt my eyes water, tears rolled down my cheeks.  Turning to the side window I closed my eyes. I was balling as hard as the poor kid in the trunk.