“One second.” Matthew called as he grabbed the pair of black boxers of the floor which would do for the moment and put them on. Tucking his cock and balls comfortably into the tight fitting fabric. He looked at Thomas for a moment longer before opening the door. The two slavers standing in front of him were all smiles.
“Your father said you have a slave you want rid off.” DeShaun Williams said to him.
“Yes, this piece of shit was fucking my sisters maid without permission several nights ago, I can not have this in my house hold. Take him and be done with it.” Matthew said to him his old friend smirked at this. It was an excuse and little more than that, Matthew did not need a slave he had grown bored of. That and they wanted new blood in their breeding program. Matthew excepted the clip board with the sales contract on it which he read before signing. Three more men dragged Thomas out of the bed he had shared with his master for three years.
“We have found a program for him, which is well suited for the likes of the unruly stallion.” DeShaun said to him.
“If you want to keep him satiated then I suggest you either plug that ass or fuck him regular.” Matthew said to him DeShaun laughed as Matthew turned to look at his former slave who was struggling clearly not wanting to be taken from his home for a new one. He had a good life with Matthew and he knew it. But he was to old, for a young bed warmer such as himself a gentlemans companion he was twenty five and passed his sell by date. He’d been cuffed behind his back by the time Matthew was facing him and a chastity device was being applied by the man between his legs. Thomas was screaming at them so he was quickly gagged . One he was not a threat to anyone Matthew approached him and kissed his cheek. “If you are lucky they may let you keep your balls, misbehave and you may become a geld. We need new blood and you have grey in your hair. So I need someone who is young and attractive.” Matthew said slapping the boys rump. Thomas cried as he was being dragged out of the bedroom for the last time. Matthew followed in his boxers to the front door, other slaves in the house hold were watching Thomas’ progress. Though Thomas had no idea his own father was watching sadly. Thomas had been bred on this ranch, he had been born here but he would not die here.
“Be a good boy Thomas and do as you are told.” Lisa the cook slave called to him. She was approaching her forties and was heavily pregnant with one of the sons children, no one was to sure who’s no one cared. It would be a slave, they would never acknowledge the child’s existence. She would be sold shortly as she was beyond her breeding years and attractiveness in the eyes of their father. He had been angry when he had discovered his own children had bred a female slave and got her pregnant. Not because she was pregnant but because they had chosen the cook of all things.
“Shaun be sure to send photos of the finished article.” Matthew said to him. “Thomas we will not meet again, I doubt I would recognise you if we did. Thank you slave.” Matthew said to him as the door to the slave transport van opened. Twelve trussed up slaves were already in the van. Some of them had never been of their property of birth let alone in a moving vechile. Most of them were eighteen years old and of to an unwanted future.
Matthew turned from his former property and walked back into the house. Ordering breakfast as he went. The cries of the slaves going to auction were music to the black boys ears.