Redeem by yielding up thy body to my will

Alex was already thirteen when he was sold, which would prove to be both a curse and a blessing. He had a charmed childhood up to this point, but that made what was to follow even more difficult, if possible.

He had grown up sheltered by a loving mother. She had successfully protected him from the difficulties and rigors of the modern world by keeping him in the house at all times and limiting her friends’ contacts with him. She was rich, a top-level government agent when he was young, and it was her love and sheltering that caused all the misfortune to follow.

Ever since a combination of technology and legality made it the woman’s right and responsibility to decide the gender of her child and made semen a hopelessly antiquated impregnation technique, the proportion of women to men had slowly skewed toward the fairer sex. It began slowly, but after a few generations, it became clear that men would only be born for of vengeful lust or selfish greed. As men’s rights eroded and women consolidated all positions of importance in government and business, boys became almost exclusively sex objects and maids. In an attempt to slow black-market slave trafficking and concentrate men in the hands of the elite, the Helsinki Convention ruled that only women of wealth and prominence would be allowed to birth boys, and even then only with diluted Y chromosomes, ending all possibility of a male resurgence in the population.

Alex, however, was a special case. Rather than using or selling him, his mother took good care of him: feeding him well, educating him, giving him a relatively light work schedule, and never allowing other women to be alone with him. Despite having every advantage, however, Alex was a late bloomer and rather short. It was clear from a young age that he would never grow taller than five foot, although he was still just four foot three. It was unclear as to when puberty would begin, for he still had undersized genitals and was without a single hair. No matter how much he ate, it seemed that he could never gain weight, and his ribs showed through under his thin, almost translucently pale skin.

It was his mother’s protection that had ruined them both. The Party took a very clear line on the issue of proper male treatment, and his being coddled was not looked upon favorably. It took only a single malevolent report from a friend to kick Alex’s mother from the Party. Without an income she managed to keep him for another few months, but inevitably was forced to sell poor Alex.

She was contacted by an old friend, Jade, who had a daughter who once come over to play when they were very little. Her daughter, Jasmine, would soon be turning sixteen, and being a good, affluent mother, she was in the market for a new slaveboy. Alex’s mother, with many assurances that he would be treated kindly and safely, sold Alex over to a brand new life, and tearfully said goodbye. As previously mentioned, Alex’s advanced age upon being sold both spared him the horrors of the average male childhood, but also assured a rude awakening upon entering the real world. He was still a virgin in every sense and would quickly learn the perils of the modern world.

Jade was an upper-level Party member had had more girlfriends than periods. She enjoyed the thrill of new conquests, the chase, capture and training, but never had access to a boy before. She was a proud black woman who stood six foot three with toned but not budging muscles and an ample 38 DD chest. She went exclusively for those smaller than herself in every measurement and loved more than anything the pleading look in a lover’s eye as she tried to withstand her extensive dildo collection. She approached with world with a significantly different philosophy than Alex’s mother, who wanted all the best and kindest out of everyone, instead desiring all that would gratify and advance her and her family at the expense of anyone unlucky enough to cross her path. She was ruthless and had as little respect for love as she did for the rights of boys.

When Alex first arrived at her mansion and set his suitcase down on the paneled marble floor of her entryway, Jade entered the loft overlooking him, and called down, “What’s your name, boy?”

“Um… Alex?” he offered timidly. Upon first seeing Jade, Alex was struck with a combination of awe and terror. He had never seen a woman so beautiful or imposing.

“Alex. Good. Your mother named you neither exclusively male nor female. That shows an open-mindedness that I pray she passed to you.”

Alex said nothing, but looked down at his newly-polished shoes. Jade descended the marble staircase that grew from the foyer slowly, deliberately, taking in the boy’s diminutive figure. She had her bangs pulled back up and over her head, sloping down on the sides in tight curls, giving the impression of being even taller, with a high, regal forehead. When her five-inch black heels clicked on the entry hall’s floor, Alex gulped in fear.

“I understand that you are untrained completely?” she demanded coldly.

“Uh-huh” he mumbled.

She slapped him hard across the face with her long, ring laden fingers immediately bringing tears to his eyes. “That is not how you address your Queen.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to…” he stumbled, panicked.

“You will call me Madam and my daughter Princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes Madam.”

“Good. Good. Come with me.”

He picked up his bag and now found himself staring directly at her voluptuous, rounded ass, silhouetted rather than disguised by her long, tight white dress. He could even make out the impossibly thin, lavender g-string that ran up between her legs.

She looked bemusedly back over her shoulder. This boy would be fun.

“Here is where you will live and sleep unless my daughter or I command you otherwise,” she said, indicating a large pillow on the floor at the end of the kitchen island. Coming from the cabinetry were five small chains with little collars at the end of each one, attached with carabineers to eye screws drilled into the paneled oak. “The leashes are here not because I’m afraid you will run away (no one would be stupid enough for that), but just to have that little more control over you. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon. Now, let me see that suitcase of yours.”

Alex nodded and handed it over.

“Right, you won’t be needing anything of your own, so we’ll just throw this out. Anyway, we have a wardrobe picked out for you, so if you wouldn’t mind disrobing…”

Alex looked up at his with his doleful eyes.

“Yes,” she said, “right now. In the kitchen.”

He nodded. He had been wearing his nicest suit, which he now took off slowly piece by piece.

“Yes. The underwear too. Trust me.”

He took off the last of his clothes and handed them too her. She stooped down to look at him more closely. She ran her long, vicious fingers over every inch of his exposed frame, stopping especially long to explore the crevices of his butt (as he involuntarily leaped and tensed in response). “Completely hairless, I see. I like that.” Shame creeped over him.

He couldn’t help his eyes from being drawn slowly up her dress and she shifted around, barely catching glances at her glistening crevice, spreading wide and wet beneath its thin lavender dressing.

She slapped his face just as hard as before, sending him reeling to catch his balance. “Do not eye me like a piece of meat. That is your job. And besides, you will get enough of that later. Now, come upstairs with me.”

Alex felt even more naked as he followed his mistress around the house, with its high, grand windows that let as much light in as they let image out. He still had his vestiges of modesty.

They arrived at her bedroom. Every piece of furniture was oversized and ornate, from the sled-shaped king bed to the plush loveseat. The walls were covered with a gold-flaked design that would have pleased a pre-revolutionary French king. “Now,” Jade began, “there are many things in this room for the two of us to ‘play’ with. Does anything jump out at you?”

Alex eyed the room more suspiciously now. There- at the side of the bed, “What is that thing…? It looks like a toilet?”

“Very good, you little shit, very well done. Now, go sit where you think you should.”

He went over and sat on the toilet. Jade kneeled down and caressed his head. “That’s where you think you should be?” He nodded. With her soft, caressing hand, she smacked the back of his head hard enough to send him flying forward, onto her shoulder. “That’s wrong, dear.”

She opened up a panel on the front of the toilet. She said, “Look in here. Do you see how my toilet has no plumbing? Well, what do you think we’re going to do about that?”

“Get a plumber to look at it?”

She laughed cruelly. “Okay. I know you’re new, but no one’s that stupid. Lay on your back.” He flipped over and quickly found an elegantly high heeled black foot between his legs. She smiled as she slowly scooted her leg up towards his crotch. As soon as the two first made contact, he finally understood and began scooting himself backwards and upwards until his head slid into a strap-holster. “Very good,” she said, tapping his balls just hard enough to make them twinge, but not ache. “All of my machines are brand-new, so I’d like to calibrate them before Jasmine gets home. So, let’s see.”

Accompanied by the wheezing mechanical sound of the chair springing to life, the straps surrounding Alex’s head began to tighten until they formed a comfortable but impossibly strong helmet. Although he tried his hardest to look left and right, he was stuck facing whichever direction it wanted him to, namely, up.

“Here we go,” Jade said, hiking up her dress as she mounted the seat. She let her dress fall, plunging Alex into a world of shade and shifting substance. He was immediately assaulted by his mistress’ smells, built up from the excitements of day so far. He could also see, although barely, the slight lavender strip running tight from the back of her down along the asshole before widening to cover the rest of her. He again swallowed nervously.

“Alright. Come here.” The mechanical sound began again and he felt his head elevating and pulling his head backwards, so that his throat was quickly strained. He had to prop himself up on his elbows just to keep his throat open. Jade smiled coyly as she felt his tiny nose bump against her mostly-exposed asshole. Everything about this boy as so delicate; she was excited by the cuteness and the possibility of it all.

She shifted her weight forward, bringing the lavender silky spread to bear across his mouth and chin. “Perfect. Now, let me acquaint you to two of your most important jobs. Open your mouth.” He complied, and she pulled the delicate g-string away from herself, pressing he lips gently but firmly along his. “Swallow as quickly as you can. You will be punished for every mistake you make.”

Alex was inundated with smells and surfaces that he had never experienced before, his nose burrowed slightly into her asshole, and his mouth pressed against her pussy. He could feel a strange tingling come over him, almost a sense of belonging, until the stream began. Knowing that this would be his first attempt, Jade only loosed a portion of her bladder into Alex’s helpless mouth. Alex swallowed quickly, but with his head pulled back so far, he quickly began to cough, sending urine rolling down his chest and his nose deeper into Jade.

She jumped up and stared down at his unhappy face peeking up from its cage. “I can’t believe your ineptitude. I was going to acquaint you with your other job, but it seems that that will have to wait.” She hit the quick release on the chair, sending Alex’s choking, coughing head plummeting hard to the carpeted floor. For his part, all the coughing seemed to do was lodge Jade’s urine farther into his nose, increasing the pain.

Jade snatched him by the feet and ripped him from the contraption. “Come here, pigboy,” she growled, and picked him up by the midsection. Still coughing, Alex could not resist being sidled into a set of miniature stockades at the foot of the enormous, sled-shaped bed. Jade forced his head down into the black plastic neck-hole, and then took each of his writs and installed them before pulling the top section down. “These were used in the middle ages for humiliation. You will have an easier time in them to be assured, but not, perhaps, a more comfortable one.” This version of the trap also had a stockade for the midsection, which she now closed and locked. The two pieces had eye screws just like the kitchen leashes, ostensibly to attach to hydraulically-controlled chains in the ceiling. “You spilled almost all of your drink, so I’m afraid that I am forced to make things very uncomfortable for you. But never fear, for if you learn this lesson, others will be learnt more naturally.”

She left his field of vision and circled around behind him. He heard her spit and felt a warm trickle down his tailbone, and flinched from his anus to his neck. “Now you get it,” she growled. He then felt her finger, well lubricated with spit, press firmly against his protesting rear aperture. “Come on,” she whispered, adding more pressure, but Alex stubbornly held firm. “Now, just listen, boy. If you relax and simply let me have my way, soon you will find that this whole process progresses more quickly and easily. If, however, you resist, you will find it far more painful and intense than you can imagine. Now, what will it be?”

Alex tried to relax, but whenever her finger reaproached him, he flinched involuntarily, preventing her. “Fine,” she said, “we’ll do it the hard way.” She got up and opened her dresser. Alex could only hear the ominous rolling around of untold objects coming from behind him. She returned with a jar of thick, ropey lubricant. “Now, this is going to do the trick. If you continue to resist, you will feel unnecessary pain. I want to punish you, but there is no reason for this to be difficult.” Again, as she spread the lubricant on him, he couldn’t help but flinch, squeezing himself closed tightly.

Finally, she made a quick, jabbing approach, and quickly broke his defense and slid in all the way to her second knuckle. With a wide smirk, she remarked, “No, perhaps you were right. Feeling you break was more fun that I thought it could be.”

Alex did not scream, but gasped, catching the breath in his throat. What he felt was not pain in the sense that he had known it before, but a deeper confusion and fear, and a slight anger at being violated and losing control of his own body. As if on cue, Jade added, “It’s almost cute when you try and resist me. Almost.” He was instantly overcome with a desire, above all else,  to rid himself of this unwanted invader, but found that the muscles he used for that sort of thing were completely useless against her strong pressure.

Her voice now came much closer; he could feel a moisture at his ear and a warmth at his neck. “How does it feel to have me inside you? –bitch!” The word sent a shiver down him, furthering his degradation. “And stop fucking trying to push me out.” Her voice never raised, but stayed an even, level, terrifying whisper. He tried to stop himself, but was already consumed with a desire to free himself bordering on panic. “Stop,” she said again, this time pushing on his prostate. It was only now that he became aware of his erection, which suddenly felt like it would explode with the extra push of blood from the prostate. He could not see himself, but was sure that it was the hardest he had ever been.

All of this, which had seemed to progress in a strange, terrifying, dream-like state, was suddenly broken with a “Hello!” echoing from downstairs. That seemed to break Jade’s hold, and sent her finger rocketing outwards with equal speed and ferocity. Alex felt suddenly, horribly empty, and while he was glad to be free, was experiencing a different sort of pain entirely.

“Come on up, Jasmine,” she yelled back, walking to the bathroom to wash her hands. “Your birthday gift has arrived.”

“Oh, hurray,” the voice responded with child-like glee, and Alex listened to feet skipping up the stairs one by one.