Sold (Sketch)

The last stop of the school bus–Axel was the only one who got out here. Here, out in the sticks, at the end of the line, twenty minutes further than anyone else, and he hated it. he hated this place, the dust, the smell of cow manure, the nothing–all of the nothing. He wanted out, but then again, so did everyone. Still, he wasn’t going to make it–he didn’t have the proper escape velocity. Then again, not many people did. Jordan Wright–he could make it, maybe, off a football scholarship. Martin whatever-his-last-name, he was smart, and focused, even though everyone hated him and teased him for it. But Axel? Axel was average. A good football player, but not great. Alright in his classes, but no college was going to give him a scholarship. He was stuck. He was seventeen, a senior, and stuck here, in this shithole, living with his shitty dad, and he’d probably die in this same shitty place. He kicked a rock and watched it skitter. He kicked it again when he came to it, across the two lane road, and then headed up the road to the rundown house where he lived with his dad.

It was pretty rundown–his dad didn’t exactly have much money to keep the place up. He made decent money as an electrician, but with the economy the way it was and a slew of medical bills after his mom died when he was ten, Axel didn’t have to know the details to know his dad wasn’t going to be paying tuition for him. He saw out front a car in the driveway–one he didn’t recognize. Standing beside it was an older man in a stiff suit, obviously waiting for someone–Axel skirted him and went up to the front door, and slipped inside.

“I-I’m sorry, but this…this is crazy.”

“Five million dollars, and that’s my final offer. It’s a good one–you’ll never have to work for the rest of your life. He’ll be happy, I promise.”

“I’m sorry, but this is insane. I can’t believe I even let you in here, now get out of my house.”

“This isn’t like you, Aaron, I know how reasonable you are. You need to think about you, or the bank will come knocking next. Is that what you want?”

Axel came around the corner of the entryway, and found his father in the kitchen, face red, with a man Axel had never seen before. He was rather old–probably in his mid-50’s, rather portly, and wearing a starched, stiff suit. “Dad? Who is this?”

“Axel–don’t worry about him, he’s leaving right now.”

The man gave a harumph, “You should know, sir, that I’m not one to take a no lightly. Very well, we will speak again, however–I guarantee it.”

The man looked at Axel with…a strange look as he passed him, and then left. Axel pressed his dad for details, but his father wouldn’t give him any, and he pushed the odd encounter from his mind–until a month later, when his dad opened a piece of mail and let out a loud curse–apparently, his father’s finances had been worse that he’d thought–the bank was foreclosing on their house. Axel freaked out, but his dad just told him to stay calm, that he’d do what he could, but Axel needed some air–he left, and went for a walk, down the driveway to the road–but as he was walking, a familiar car rolled up to him, the window rolled down, and it was the same man from before.

“Ah! Axel, just the boy I was looking for. I suppose your dad got his notice today, eh? Pity–such a nice home, he’s never going to be able to afford anything like that again, you know.”

Axel just stared at him, unable to grasp how the man might know any of that.

“I offered him such a large sum, too. And you! You could be out of here. Out of this terrible place. You’d never have to smell manure again in your life–such a terrible odor, truly. Alas, I doubt his mind can be swayed, but here, take these papers, and tell him if he signs them, then the deal stands–ten million, that’s my last offer.”

He handed Axel a roll of documents, and then rolled up the window without another word, and his driver took off down the road, leaving Axel in the dust.

He…he could leave?

He could get out of here, his dad could keep the house, and…and did he say ten million? He unrolled the paper, but it was all gibberish to him, but there the number was–ten million paid out over fifty years–even taxes would be paid ahead of time, it looked like. Why in the world had his dad said no? He turned around and ran back to the house, and found his dad crying in the kitchen. He handed the papers to his dad, and told him to sign it. His dad told him that he didn’t understand, that he couldn’t sign something like this, but Axel just screamed at him. That he didn’t want to be homeless. That he didn’t want to be here anymore. Didn’t he love him? Didn’t he at least want the money? He left the papers in his dad’s hand and ran up to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Downstairs, his father wiped his eyes and looked at the papers again, at what they might mean. It had sounded…impossible, what the man had said, but did he even have a choice? And Axel was miserable here, and he’d be miserable staying here. No one knew better what it was like to feel trapped in a place than he, and maybe…maybe this would help them both escape. Was it worth it? He didn’t know for sure, and he knew that if he signed it, there was no backing out. He was weak; he signed it, and as soon as he did, there was a gentle knock on the door, and the man opened it and let himself in.

“I’m here for my property,” was all he said.

“He’s…upstairs.”

“It’s upstairs, you mean,” the man said, and pushed past him and up the stairs to Axel’s room, where he was tugging at the strange collar that had appeared around his neck a moment earlier. “There you are–come, we’re going home,” the man said. Unable to resist, Axel followed after him, shouting at his father to help him, but he wouldn’t even look him in the eye. He got in the car with the man–not, not a man, with…with his master, that’s what his mind kept saying, and the driver pulled out of the driveway.

“That’s good slave, now, let’s start on your training,” the man undid the fly of his suit, and let out his cock, “Get sucking–let’s see how many loads I can pump down your throat before we reach home. If you make me cum five times, then I won’t punish you–how does that sound?”

Axel tried to resist, but the collar dragged him down into the man’s lap, helplessly sucking, and figured out what exactly that ten million dollars had bought–him. His service, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be free again for quite some time.