I walk into the kitchen, my date completely unaware of the danger he is in, just sits waiting for me to return with the drinks, clearly pleased, and slightly nervous, to spending the night with someone, completely unaware of the dangerous situation he has willingly stumbled into. I pull out my phone and quickly send the message, a simple code phrase, one that would sound like a simple message between friends if anyone checked, my phone immediately receiving conformation from my business partners. I smile, always happy to get paid, as I slip the powder into my dates drink, it quickly dissolving, fading into the drink in a hiss of bubbles. 

Walking back in I pass him his drink with a warm smile, he takes it from me not seeing through my outward persona. He was the perfect target, new to the area, didn't speak with his family, they don't approve of his "lifestyle" as they call it, I know how that feels, I've been through that lonely place, but it does mean that no one will come looking for him, and I need to get paid before my boss gets tired of waiting for me to deliver on the order, of which he will be the last in this batch. Over the last two weeks I've had to capture several new slaves to fill an order, and it has been exhausting, they aren't even all for the same buyer, a group if men bulk ordered but it's easier if they're all shipped out together in one container, so the boss is waiting on this last slave. One who is already out cold. 

I go over to my date and shake him to check if he is fully unconscious, his cute body remaining limp and unresponsive, I carefully lift him down off the chair and lay him gently onto the floor. I check the time and smile playfully, I love it when I have a bit of time on my hands. I quickly remove his clothes and examine his naked body, running my hands over him as he remains unaware, even when I play with his cock he doesn't stir. As I play with his unconscious body i can't help but think about his fate, hiw he will soon be nothing but a slave, the thoughts causing my own cock to twitch slightly as I picture him spending his days forced to pleasure another man, shackled in chains, used, punished, treated as property, made to be less than those around them, stripped of all rights, never being free again. 

I quickly retrieve the rope I have hidden in the room and start to tie his wrists and ankles, followed by his knees and elbows, then I grab a ballgag and strap it into his mouth, before I get another piece of rope and use it to tie his hands and feet together, pulling the rope tight, forcing his back to arch, waking him with a pained muffled groan as I do. 

His eye widen in panic and all to late realisation as he comes round, his body rolling and struggling, desperately to get out of his bondage, but it's all to late now. I hold him and rest his head in my lap, gently stroking his head, as if trying to calm a captured animal caught in a trap. 

"It's alright, well not really, you're about to be taken and shipped off to your new master as a slave, but it could be worse. Well not really, from what I hear most slaves don't last to long, some are used as whores, others for labour, others as painsluts, some as livestock, a few for testing, the lucky ones get to be personal sex slaves. You're one of the lucky ones, isn't that good." I continue to hold him as he struggles, seeming to not like the fact that he is lucky, which he is, so many of my previous victims would kill to be in his situation, those still alive anyway. I look down at him, his sad eyes pleading at me, looking at me as if I'd betrayed him, which I technically did.

"Don't give me that look, it's just business, nothing personal, you were really just in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. Besides, you'll be fine so long as you cooperate and behave for your master. Plus, look at it this way, you'll have someone to be with forever, no more being alone and unaccepted." He doesn't seem any happier as I try to comfort him, he seems a bit rude about it all really, but that will soon change once he get to his new home, either that or I'll soon have to find another target to replace him. I've heard of what happens to troublesome slaves, I would not like to be in that situation,  whipped, beaten, starved, kept locked and chained in cold dark pits, stored in cramped cages. 

My thoughts are interrupted as my doorbell rings.

"Well, it looks like this is where we part ways. It's a bit of a shame really, you're cute, if it weren't for my job maybe we could have gone out for real, who knows maybe you could have been my slave, or maybe I'd have been yours." I get up, my captive looking at me pleadingly, begging me not to answer the door, not to give him to the slavers, not to doom him to the life of a slave, not that I really have a choice at this point, just like him my part in this are already chosen. Ignoring him I head to the door, opening it and letting the slavers inside to collect him. I lead them into the room, my prisoner,  still not accepting his fate, struggling on the floor.

"Here he is." I suddenly feel hands grabbing my arms and pulling them back roughly.

"What are..." my words are cut off as a large ballgag is jammed into my mouth and tightly strapped in place, the rest of my question coming out as intelligible muffled noise. 

"The customer changed their order at the last minute, now we need an extra slave and there's no time to find one, so I'm sorry but you're the most expendable, plus you have little to no connections outside of us, it's not like your family will come looking for you. It's nothing personal, just business." I struggle as the men hold me, another cutting away my clothes, quickly leaving me naked as my wrists are tied tightly behind my back. I panic, knowing what this means, I kick out desperately with my legs, only for them to be caught and my ankles tied together. I struggle furiously as I'm forced down to the floor, screaming at them into my gag, telling them that they can't do this to me, that they need me. My muffled yelling is cut off as my arms are pulled back and my back is forced into a painful arch, making me groan into.

"Shut up slave. You should feel lucky, you are going with him to be a personal sex slave, which is far better than the rest of the slaves in this shipment." I stare in dread at my last victim as we're both lifted off of the floor and carried out, taken to be shipped away, transported to our new lives, both of us kidnapped and enslaved, forced to serve our new master together for the rest of our lives.