"Come here" the man's deep voice flew across the room.
The group of nearly naked boys and men were laughing about the game just played. It had been a spontaneous one with some school teammates, fans and friends on the field.
The rally was over and some began to toss a football. It was August and the sun still kept the hair hot and humid.
Soon the grown were stripping off shirts, running, throwing, tackling and playing an ill organized but near animal type game.
Piles of bodies crushed others. Hands patted, grabbed and groped.
Laughing the group slowly ended the effort and smaller groups continued their timeless pursuit.
Kenny was among them, glorying shirtless in the heat as he ran, threw, caught and tackled like the best of them.
Coach Diller yelled he'd unlock the locker room so they could unwind and shower. And many were there now, panting, drying their showered bodies and stealing glances at naked bodies of boys and men in the room.
The voice came from one tall, athletic looking man. He moved closer to where Kenny stood.
"Did you hear me?" he asked strongly but not in anger.
His hand reached forward and grabbed the younger man's jeans yanking him closer so hard the boys buttons opened.
Kenny didn't know what to say. He heard comments and laughter around them. But most of all he felt the sudden warmth against his bare belly as the fingers pressed and wiggled.
"You" the man said pulling Kenny even closer. The fingers moved deeper.
Kenny wished he had worn underwear and then was glad he didn't as the fingers moved down against his thick pubic patch.
"Uh yes Sir?" Kenny asked.
"Ignore them boy" the voice said. The man had a strong face. His still open shirt revealed a hairy chest and the pierced nipples. Kenny stared at them.
The fingers in his jeans moved lower, so low the tips of one finger touched Kenny's penis which was expanding.
"I watched you out there. You looked good" the man smiled.
"Uh thank you" Kenny said knowing he should move away, laugh or hide his arousal.
"So I decided you are going to be my boy" the man said.
Kenny could hear the room suddenly get quiet. They were listening.
"You're coming with me, understand boy?"
Kenny looked around but as soon as he looked away the fingers pulled his pants making him so close the man's hot breath warmed his face and bare chest.
"You will be my boy, my property, my slave" the man said in a lower but still loud enough to be heard voice.
Behind Kenny were classmates, one of his cousins and another friend. None knew about his secret fantasies, his summer camp experiment or his Boy Scout camp introduction to being anally fucked by another guy. How did this man?
"I know you" the man said "when I saw you our there I knew you wanted to be naked and taken down by all those men and boys"
The man's voice was now a whisper. What he said was audible only to Kenny and what he said was true. Kenny had jacked off more then once fantasizing.
"So you need discipline" the man said "and training don't you?"
Then Kenny said what was inside his heart and soul "Yes Sir"
The man smiled his fingers were now on Kenny's erect cock inside his jeans.
"You are going to be my boy from now on" the man said loud.
A few comments behind Kenny knew others had heard the latest announcement.
"Aren't you?" the man asked.
It was time for Kenny to make a decision. He had wondered when he would come out of the closet that peer pressure, public opinion and his own parents had dictated he hide in.
The feeling of another guy's lips, hands, and cock had revealed to him long ago who he was and what he needed. School had ended; he had community college classes in a month taking him from the life as a child to a young adult. He knew things would change, they had to. And Kenny knew that he would be different person.
His friends would know, his cousin would know, neighbors and others in the room would know, perhaps they already did.
He had read stories of naked boys kneeling as they were taken control of by men calling themselves Daddy, or Master.
Kenny felt the precum ooze from his expanded cock head. He knew his open jeans were tented by his excitement. Those that saw knew what he had kept secret from everyone before now.
He had watched videos of boys kept in cages until they were required to do chores, be punished, tortured on tables or racks and satisfy their trainers' demands.
Boys who had given up control of their own lives were collared, shaven, kept naked and made to sit as grown men pissed on them, pierced their nipples, demanded their mouths and butts belong to the Master cocks.
The man looked at him and waited. He knew the boy had a life changing decision to make. But his man fingers felt the kids desire to make that decision.
Kenny had read of stories where boys like him were loaned to friends, even rented to service friends of Masters. Boys like him remaining naked to work in the yards, clean houses, be on display by their human owners.
Fantasies were just fantasies, he had always assumed until now.
"Yes SIR" he replied
The man pulled his hand away and turned to move from the room.
Kenny immediately missed the warmth of the man's fingers. He could stay there, laugh at the experience and rejoin his friends.
But he had already made the decision which is why he now followed the man whose name he only knew as "SIR" leaving his shoes, discarded shirt and childhood behind.
Kenny heard a comment or two behind him, even a curse out of surprise.
In front of him was the man who had claimed him, who would train him, who now owned him.
Kenny knew he was HIS from now on.