Storms Of Love(Finshed)

Young Slave Boys Part 1


Al finally got to this God forsaken place; there was no war he noted as he stepped out of the train. The train station was an old rickety shack; it had been run down a long time ago.

To meet him were large men with guns. Al clapped his hands together going to make a gun for himself when a man swiftly came out of the train behind Al and put something over his nose and mouth, Al quickly fainted. He didn’t even recognize these men. All he knew was that they weren’t bad looking, what the hell did that matter?

When Al woke up his head was very groggy. He could feel a cold chill, his hands and feet were shackled to a wall. He saw men peering at him through a glass wall like he was on display. As a matter of fact he was, his body was nude and spread open for rich men to gawk at. They would buy him and make him a dancer or a pet or a whore, whatever the rich man wanted. The men with guns were paid by Roy to do this deed. To sell Al on the black market. A man with long black hair and sharp blue eyes came up to Al’s container with the person who looked to be the master of the slave market, an older man with a gray beard and brown eyes. He opened up the container, “Ah yes, this lad is very young and fresh.”

“What is going on?” Al demanded to know. “Get me out of these shackles now! Do you know who I am?!” he growled, his brown eyes flashing in anger. He pulled at the shackles that didn’t move. The lovely man enjoyed watching Al’s arm’s flex as he struggled.

“Calm down boy,” the older man said, hitting him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Al couldn’t even grab his stomach.

“Now was that really necessary?!” the other demanded, he did not want his soon to be prize damaged.

“Sorry Lord Andrews, but this boy is very strong. He was a state alchemist at one point. He displeased his superior officer so he was sent away under the Black Market to be sold into whatever kind of slavery would take him,” he told the lord the truth so he would know what he was in for.

The young lord looked the boy over. He was not a kind man but he was a man who would only take perfection and beauty. He was a lover of all things beautiful and Al was indeed beautiful. “See that you don’t damage my property again,” his icey eyes made the old man shudder. “What is the boy’s name and age?” he asked as he stroked Al’s long golden hair that had been held up by rope so the people could look at his neck and back without the hair in the way.

“Elric Alphonse, he is fourteen years old my lord” he replied, reading the papers that Lord Andrews would sign to make it official.

“Very lovely name, and so young, I like it.” He stroked his face, “Such lovely eyes,” he took hold of Al’s chin and looked over the young boy’s face and eyes. “Hmm, I think I’ll try him out,” he smirked and cut the rope with the knife from his belt so that Al’s hair would fall down. It landed lightly against Al’s still very confused beautiful face, also fell down his back in a lovely golden ripple. “Kiss me,” the man ordered. Al wiggled his face not wanting to kiss some strange man no matter how lovely they were, this was all wrong.

“No let me go,” he whined as Andrews held his face still and pressed his lips to Al’s.

“Stop fighting me boy or when you come home with me I’ll be the next one to punish you, naughty boy.” The Lord glared and he then licked his finger sticking it up Al’s ass to find out how tight he was. “Hmmm,” he wiggled his finger around finding that he was nice and tight but Al didn’t cry out in pain like Andrews was hoping. “You’re not a virgin and you’re fourteen, what a little slut,” he laughed. “Well at least I know you’re probably good at giving head then,” he said as he took his finger out of his hole.

“Don’t put your hands on me. Who knows where your hand was last, I’m not going home with you! I am going back to my brother now!” he growled, snapping at this damn lord. He was slapped in the face by Andrews this time.

“No biting bad boy. And a brother you say. Hmm, I wonder how lovely he is. If you’re so beautiful I’ll look into that. Alright Slave Master unchain him, the boy comes with me.”

The Slave Master nodded and unlocked the chains. Andrews signed the papers and led Al struggling toward his transportation. He shoved his little naked body into the car and shut the door pulling Al into him. “Please let me go,” he whined as Andrews laid Al back on the long seat as the driver pulled away toward the lord’s palace.

“I’m not letting you go. I know you have been a very naughty boy and so you’re being punished by Roy Mustang.” He laughed and kissed him on the neck, running a hand down his body to Al’s penis, he fondled him.

“What… How do you know about that?” Al demanded as he cursed his body as it started to react to Andrews touch. Though he also felt sick to his stomach at being molested, he really wanted Ed.

“Don’t worry about it, I have my orders,” he smirked. Though he was a Lord he was fond of Mustang and would help him out, when he found out he could play with such a sexy boy he wouldn’t let it slip by. “Besides, this will be fun,” he smiled as he unzipped his pants and pushed Al’s legs over his head.

“This is wrong! I mean we don’t even know each other and you’re going to fuck me!” He gasped as his question was answered when Andrews thrust dry into Al’s tight ass.

“Well then let me properly introduce myself. I am Brent Andrews, Lord of this city. I am twenty four years old and I love young boys with blonde hair, brown eyes and such tight little asses.” He grinned as he ground into Al, making him firmly grip on to Andrews with his hands. Though he had on shackles he could still hold on if he wished.

He closed his eyes trying to find Ed, trying to survive for him. And he would. He would get out of there. Thinking of his brother gave him new hope, even when he was being fucked raw and so ruthlessly.


Ed was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, still wondering if Mustang would return, and thought a lot about Al. He hated being stuck on a damn bed all day in chains with nothing to do but masturbate! Which he had not done yet, but he found the toys interesting and wanted to know what the devices were. How they made one feel.

He got up on his hands and knees and picked up a smaller silver dildo, looking it over. Then again what was he thinking? He should be thinking of a way to escape, not masturbate! He cursed himself. He put the dildo back as he heard the door unlock and scampered under the covers.

“Aw, hello my little pet,” Roy chuckled, shutting the metal door behind him as he entered the room.

(Sorry this was so short next chapter coming soon....)