The Fear (Part VII)

VII.-

Fear, fear, only fear.

Every second was dominated by fear. He couldn't avoid or deny fear in his life. And he had reasons for it.

His Master didn't treat him with any consideration, keeping him like an animal or less. Dogs received better treatment. He was under permanent and absolute control. He only had to obey, couldn't speak, had no space for freedom.

His owner had decided to get rid of him, didn't like him, found him too young and weak, preferred them tougher and more adult, more enduring and extreme. He still had to invest a lot of time and effort in his training.

That night, the Lord took him out of his cage and brought him to the living room:

"You're probably wondering how you ended up in my presence. And you'll know: you were delivered as a slave, like the dog you are, by your brothers. They were the ones who handed you over so I could train you, they didn't want to see you as your father's heir, you were a danger to them and they needed to get rid of you. Be grateful they didn't kill you, they thought about it, but something prevented it. They decided for you. You've been a good business for me, I've made money. They paid me to kidnap and train you, to make you disappear. But you're no longer useful to me, and I'll sell you. These hours will be your last with me. I already have a buyer, I hope they see and examine you soon."

Beltrán was morally and psychologically broken. He only listened, devastated and terrified.

The Lord approached him, looking at him with contempt, and said:

"Be grateful you'll never see your brothers again. Accept your destiny as an animal, it's the only way to survive. I've looked for a tough but fair Master for you, to finish your training, to give you some use in your life. And forget everything before you met me, none of that life exists anymore."

And Beltrán knew it was true, it hurt and was very hard, but it was the truth.

The Lord had to prepare Beltrán better to sell him at an interesting price. He groomed him, cleaned him, shaved his hair, and took care of him to make him as neat as possible.

The potential buyer was a Saudi prince, from the royal family, with a lot of power, responsible for a state security agency. He arrived the next day, and Beltrán was exhibited like an animal for sale.

On a small platform, the potential buyer examined him, asked him questions that Beltrán didn't hear, and didn't observe his potential new owner closely. He was paralyzed by fear, knew he was being observed. The Saudi approached him, touched him, palpated him, ran his hands over his face, neck, torso, buttocks, and genitals, his thighs and the rest of his leg. He opened his mouth, checked his teeth, lifted his arms, squeezed his balls and cock, made him bend his back, and opened his ass.

What he saw seemed to please him. Unlike the previous one, he was attracted to his youth, his delicat...