This story is a work of fiction and will never happen. But it does contain gay sex so if your under 18 or offended by guys having sex leave this page now. However if this is your cup of tea you can read my other stories here on Nifty. Also if your a fit twink that gets off on having a dad as a slave contact me at: dad4u56241@yahoo.com or on Skype, screen name is: Thomas Dickson. I be happy to send you my pics too. Thanks.
Court Ordered Slave For A Teen Master
It was a year after the election. Our country was deep in debt, high unemployment and crime was so high it added another million people to prison. The President and new congress was elected on the promise of radical change and fast. The mood of the country improved greatly after the election. Even I loved the new changes that were coming.
The first things done was a balanced budget. Then tax reform so it was a flat tax. Regulation cut sharply to encourage businesses to bring jobs back home. The plan was if people had jobs they would pay income taxes and crime would decrease. That part worked over night. Than prostitution and pot was legalized. Again it produced jobs and was taxed heavily. Some people didn't like it but it did help.
The last thing that the government did was with the Department of Justice and what to do with the over 3 million inmates. The prisons were over crowded and the costs were double over the budget.
The solution was the three strike rule be applied. And if a person pleaded quilty or if the police had an abundence of evidence that there was no need for a jury trial or for attorneys. The courts were backlogged and this would speed the process along. The judge had the sole power to pass sentence and there were no appeals. Even I liked the idea.
To eliminate the over crowding of the prisons the government decided to let non-violent prisoners out. This would release over 2 million people from prison. But the problem was how would it work. Those who had one strike against them were released on there own. Those with two strikes against them were released but on probation for the remainder of their sentence.
The biggest change in are judicial system was dealing with those non-violent prisoners who had three strikes. They afterall had a life sentence hanging over them. But the cost of keeping over a million non-violent prisoners was over $50,000 per year per person and some would be there for 20 to 50 years depending on how old they were when they were sentenced.
The solution was to release them to people that needed laborers or servants. They would own the prisoner for the remainder of the prisoners life. They were be considered property of the owner. In effect prisoners were slaves. But most ot them thought it was better than being in prison. The prisoner would have no rights. Their owner could use and do whatever he or she wanted to do with them. The government thought it was a safe program and would save the taxpayer billions of dollars a year.
Next was to decide who got what prisoner. The government said to be fair and raise even more money for the government was to auction them off. Prisoners were put into three groups. The younger guys, those 18-30 y/o would bring in the most. Those were auctioned off to wealthy people who wanted them as servants or for sex.
Those that weren't sold was put in the second group which was from 30-50 y/o's. They were auctioned off to companies that wanted cheap labor. The government stated that only 20% of their total work force could be from this program. This really encouraged companies to bring their factories back here. They built dorms for their new work force with security guarding them.
Those over 50 y/o didn't bring much money in and alot never got sold so the government gave them away to those that signed up for one. Mostly small shop owners or those who needed help around their homes signed up. Afterall, they were free.
Before a prisoner was released he was stripped bare, completely shaved and a number tattooed on his chest for identification. Plus he was collared with a padlock on it, wrist and ankle restraints with padlocks and a ring through the head of their penis. The collar had a built in GPS and a taster so his owner could drop him to his knees by using a remote control.
The new owner would now own whatever the prisoner owned, everything was now his to do with whatever he wanted. The owner would put a leash to his properties dick ring and lead him out naked to take him home or to a dorm. Since they were now property there was no need to clothe them unless they wanted to.
Most people excepted the new changes and who really cared anyhow they were criminals afterall. I thought it was a good idea. I even seen some of these 'slaves'. You could tell by their collar and I even seen a couple of naked ones being lead around by their dick leash. I laughed and went on my way.
Now that you know some of the background I can tell you my story. My life was going well. I'm 50 y/o, in good health and in good shape. I own a very nice house, a newer car and just got promoted to Vice President of the company where I worked.
My friends decided to give me a promotion party at a bar near my home. I felt like celebrating, afterall I deserved it, right. It turned out to be the worse decision I ever made. I had about four drinks over the two hours that I was at the bar. It was alot of fun and I was feeling pretty good. I wasn't drunk at all, just feeling good. I thanked my friends for the party and left to go home. I only lived a mile from the bar. I put a CD in and was singing to the music as I drove.
I pulled onto my street and didn't notice a car behind me. As I pulled into my driveway the police lights came on. I didn't have a clue as to why. I know I wasn't speeding or anything. As I got out I ask the officer what was going on. He informed me that I didn't turn on my turn signal. I didn't even realize that I didn't. I told him that I was sorry. He could smell the alcohol on my breathe. He asked if I was drinking. I told him that I had a couple. He ordered me to take a breatheriser test. I knew I wasn't drunk and had no choice anyhow so I agreed. To my amazement the test showed that I blew a .081. The legal limit here is .08. He arrested me for a DUI.
I told the officer I wasn't drunk and to please let me take the test again. Instead he cuffed me and put me in the back of the police car. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, not tonight. I thought I call my attorny with my free phone call and this would be over. I pay the fine and go back to my life.
After I was booked I asked for my phone call. I was told that since I admitted to drinking and the test proved I was drunk that I was not entitled to my phone call and I see the judge in the morning. I thought this was a joke. I have rights.
I was forcibly stripped naked, hosed down with cold water with a anti-lice solution, given a jumpsuit and flip flops to wear. No underwear or socks. I was put in a cell with three other guys who were to see the judge in the morning too. I heard them talk about being sold as slaves. I told them it wouldn't happen to me, I have a good record. I didn't get much sleep.
The next morning I knew because of the new laws that I couldn't plea not quilty so I thought I just pay my fine and go home. I wasn't ready for what about to come.
I was taken before the judge in my jumpsuit, flip flops, handcuffed and legs chained. I felt like I was a mass murderer or something being treated like this. I thought once I'm out that I'm going to push to repeal this insane law. I couldn't wait to get this over with.
There were a dozen of us all dressed the same waiting for our turn. The first six went up and most were found to be first or second offenders and sentenced. They didn't get to speak at all. It took less than five minutes each to hear their sentence. I thought this wasn't justice but it was fast.
When it was my turn I waddled up as the leg chains wouldn't let me take full steps. I looked at the judge as he read my file. It took him a couple of minutes. I thought what was he reading all I had in there was the ticket from last night. He finally looked at me and said "Mr. Dickson, this looks like it's your third run in with the law." I was dumbfounded. He read from my file stating my first offense was at the age of 14 when I was charged with male prostitution, public nudity and being a homosexual. You pleaded quilty did you not. I told him that two senior boys who were on the football team forced me to blow them when we were in the shower. The gym teacher saw it and called the police. But the two boys said they paid me and it was their two words against my one. I was innocent but found quilty. The judge than read the second offense. I was in college and busted for having one joint on me. I did plead quilty to that one.
The judge looked sternly at me and said "Mr. Dickson, Looks like this is your third offense and therefore I have to place you into the program." That meant slavery. I protested saying the first one was when I was a minor. The judge said it had made difference. Ordered the police to prepare me.
While standing there in front of the judge, the other prisoners and people watching the proceedings including a reporter the police took out scrissors and cut my jumpsuit off leaving me completely naked in front of everyone. Next they put a steel collar around my neck with a eye bolt in the back of it. Then they undid my handcuffs and put on wrist restraints on them. They put my hands behind my head and locked them into the collar. It was completely humiliating and degrading yet my dick was getting hard.
When they were finished the judge said "Mr. Dickson, and this is the last time you will be refer to as that, you are now the property of the state. You no longer have any rights as a person. You will be known as a number the state gives you. You forfeit your drivers license and any other licenses you may hold. Because of your age you will be assigned to the third group. If anyone accepts you all of your worldly goods will be turned over to your owner. This includes your house, car, bank accounts, life insurance and anything else you own. You will work and any money you make will be sent directly to your new owner. If you commit any other offenses no matter how minor you will be sent to the state prison at hard labor. Do you understand what I just told you. I was in shock, I couldn't speak. The two officers turned me around to face everyone. I was so embarrassed but I got an raging hard on. People laughed. The reporter took my picture. The police laughed and one slapped my boner hard. Then they took me back to my cell and removed my leg chains and undid my hands. They left the collar on and I remained naked. They told me that in two days prospective owners would look me over and decide if they wanted me.
I spent the day and night wondering how the hell did this happen. I'm not a criminal, I have a good life. What happened. I remembered seeing in the papers about what happens to criminals. First they post their picture in the paper like the one the reporter took of me and list my crimes and when I was available to be viewed by prospective owners. I remember seeing them and people laughing and talking about them. Now they would see me naked and laugh at me. I thought about my family, friends and co-workers seeing my pic. Plus they list all my crimes including that I was a gay prostiute. I'm not gay. that was the only time I sucked a guy's cock and I was forced to do it. I just couldn't accept the fact that I was a slave for life now and I would have an owner in a couple of days. I could hardly sleep lay on the matterest with no sheets or blankets to cover my naked body.
The next morning I was awaken when a tray with my breakfast was put in my cell. I had my morning woody and the guard laughed at me. He said "You must be excited about being a slave." I thought he was crazy. Who would want to be a slave. I looked at my tray. It looked like slop. The guard laughed again saying "We give food to people, slaves gets this." He laughed as he walked off. I didn't eat it.
Fifteen minutes later two guards came into my cell. They locked my hands behind my head onto my collar and put the leg chains on. They took me to the shower room and used a garden hose to shower me. I had to stand there with my hands locked behind my head. They took pleasure in turning the nossle on hard to hit my pits and nut with it. The one guard said that the hot showers were only for men not slaves. They both laughed at me. They didn't have to treat me humane, I was just nothing anymore.
After my shower I was taken to the Doctor. I thought it was a Doctor but they only saw humans not slaves so a medic who looked like he was 20 was going to do it. He took all of my measurements, ht, 5'9", wt, 140#'s, hair color, gray, eye color, green. He measured my head, chest, legs, arms, feet. Then he measure my soft cock, length and diameter and my one nut too. He and the guards laughed that I wasn't a man at all.
The medic made me pee in a cup in front of everyone. I'm pee shy so it took a while. He took some blood. Then he told me he needed a sperm sample if my one ball worked. The guard unlocked my right hand and said "OK slave, give the man a sample." I couldn't believe they expected me to beat off in front of them. I just stood there doing nothing when I felt the gurads billyclub hit my ass. He said "Jerk off now fag." My cock was limp but I took hold of it and started to stroke it. It was so humilinating.
I was having a hard time getting it up. My ass was hurting and I was so embarrassed. One guard said "Come on fag work it. You had no trouble getting hard in court or this morning." The three of them laughed at me. I kept trying but the reality of being a slave was sinking in. The medic put on a glove and put some lube on it. He went behind and said "This should do the trick." He stuck a finger up my asshole. I never had anything in my ass before and it hurt at first. The medic said "This fag has a tight asshole." The humiliation just kept getting worse and worse. Then I felt a second finger in my asshole. All I could do was stand there and let him do it while jerking off in front of these guys.
I don't know why but my cock got rock hard and the fingers in my ass was feeling really good. I started to jerk my dick faster. The guards were laughing their asses off at me. I hadn't cum in about a week so I was horny and was getting really close. The medic took his fingers out and held a cup by my cock. He told me to shoot my load into it. I jerked a couple of times more and felt it coming. I tensed up and aimed my cock at the cup. I shot my load and was milking my cock. God, that felt so good. The medic said "That's it? That's all your one nut can produce?" Again, they all laughed. I was embarrassed because I couldn't cum nearly as much as a man who had a Pair. The medic handed me a tissue to wipe my prick off.
I was pushed onto a chair and my left hand was unlocked from my collar. The medic came towards me with hair clippers. He said it was time for a haircut. I didn't relish the fact of losing my hair but compared to what has happened so far it was the least of my worries. Within a few minutes I had a buss cut. My hair was about 1/4" in length if that.
The guards laid me down on a table and secured my hands over my head and my legs to each side of the table. The three guys were smiling as the medic started on my hairy chest with the clippers. I could tell he done this many times before. In no time he cut all my body hair off from my armpits to me feet. I wish he allowed me to keep my pubes at least but that wouldn't be any fun for him. He produced a razor and started to dry shave me. That was painful. Once he was done he rubbed his hands all over my body and said I felt as smooth as a babies ass. They laughed at me. He told the guards he had to shave my ass to. They unlocked my feet and raised my legs spread wide and up over my head. My asshole was completely exposed and embarrassing as hell. I only had a small amount of hair in my crack and it only took a minute to shave it. These guys really enjoyed seeing someone being transformed into a slave. They lowered my legs and relocked them to the legs of the table.
The medic got on the intercom and said they were ready. I had no idea what he meant by that. While I was laying on the table tied down the guards were pinching my nipples, slapping my dick and nut around, calling me names and just having alot of fun at my expense. I couldn't believe anyone could treat another person this way. But than I remembered what the judge said. I was no longer a person. I was property.
A man about 30 entered the room carrying a small case. He looked at me and had a big grin on his face. He obviously liked seeing a naked man tied down on a table. He opened the case and took out what looked like an engraver. He asked the guard if they had my registration number. The guard handed him a paper with my number on it.
The guy plugged his tool in and sat on a stool next to me. It hit me, he was there to tattoo my number on my chest. I never liked tattoo's and didn't want this one for sure. But I was tied down and newly shaved. My number was to be above my left nipple. He tattooed an 8 digit number on me and looked pleased at his work.
The medic informed the guy that I was a faggot and should have that on my chest too. I was horrified. I wasn't gay and I didn't want that on my chest for everyone to see. The guy was smiling and said "Cool." He leaned over me and tattooed 'FAGGOT' over my number. The best I could hope for was for my new owner were allow me to wear clothes so no one would see it. Most slaves were clothed, at least in public. But some were not.
One guard suggested that he tattoo 'FUCK ME' above my ass. Everyone laughed but me. The guards unlocked me and flipped me over. The guy started the tattoo. I started to cry. This was way to much for me to take. One guard slapped me hard and told to stop being a little bitch. Fifteen minutes later 'FUCK ME' was above my ass.
The guards flipped me over again and secured my hands and feet. The guy wasn't finished yet. He pulled out a steel ring and a large thick needle. That's when I remembered seeing those naked slaves on the street they had a steel ring through their dick head with a leash attached for their owner to pull them along. I was scared as shit when I saw the needle. I was sweating and wanted to run but couldn't. The guy used an alcohol pad to clean my dick head. It burned but the pain was about to get severe in a minute. The guy held my dick head and squeezed it to open my piss slot. He looked at me and smiled saying "This might hurt a bit." All the guys laughed. He inserted the needle from the inside on my piss slit and pushed it through to the outside of the head. It hurt like hell and I screamed. Tears were running down my face. But at least the guy did it quickly. He knew what he was doing. I was grateful for that. If he was a sadistic he would have done it slowly. He slid the ring through and sodered it so it couldn't come off.
I picked my head up to look that the ring. If felt heavy. When I saw it, it looked huge. It was the size of a steel cock ring. It was heavy too. There was no way my boner would ever stand tall again. All the guys thought it looked good on me. One said that the ring was bigger than my nut. The medic told the guy that since I was a faggot he should put nipple rings on me too. Everyone agreed. No one asked for my opinion. The guy used a smaller needle this time. First he put ice cubes on my nipples to get them hard and erect. They hurt but not like the dick ring did.
The guards unlocked me and stood me up and locked my hands behind my head to my collar. He kicked my legs apart and they all looked at me smiling. They all made comments on how I looked. One was flipping my nipple rings, which hurt. Another took my dick ring and pulled my dick up than dropped the ring. That hurt too. But it was the humiliation that really hurt me.
The guards were really to take me away when the medic said "As long as we have a faggot here we might as well get some use out of him." They were all grinning. I didn't know what he meant until a guard pushed me to my knees and I saw the medic unzip.
The medic was smiling as he was cock slapping my face with his 7" tool. I kept my mouth closed. I didn't want to suck off anyone and he was just a kid of no more than 20 y/o. He put his cock to my lips and when I didn't open my mouth he slapped my face hard and said "Suck me faggot." He was pissed, so i opened my mouth a little. He grabbed the back of my head and forced all 7" in. I was coughing and gagging but he didn't care. He was long stroking me. At least I got to get some air. He was face fucking me fast and hard. It didn't take long until he shot his load. Half filled my mouth and the other half he plastered my face with his cum. I didn't like the taste at all but I managed to swallow it. Then he ordered me to lick his prick clean for him. I leaned into him and licked it. It was disgusting and I heard everyone laughing at me and calling me a faggot. One guard took out his cell phone and took pics of me doing it.
As soon as the medic zipped up a guard took his place and unzipped. I felt sick to my stomach as he pushed his 6" cock down my throat. I didn't really know how to suck cock so he just held my head and pumped his cock in and out. When he came he pulled out first and covered my face and chest with his load. I was impressed with how much this guys could cum. I never knew how pathetic my load really was before.
Of course the other two had to get off too. They came in my mouth and the sticky, slimey cum slid down my throat. I almost puked. They pulled me to my feet and laughed at me being covered in cum. The guard took more pics to show his buddies I guess.
The guards took me back to the shower room. The one guard asked his buddy if they should give me a golden shower. I didn't know what that was. He pushed me down to my kness and they both pulled out their dicks and started to piss on me. One of them pushed my head back to open my mouth and pissed in it and ordered me to swallow. My nightmare was getting worse. They covered me from head to toe in their piss. After they were down they hosed me down with the garden hose. It was cold but at least the cum and piss was off of me. I tried to swallow as much water as I could to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. They took me back to my cell and unlocked my hands before pushing me inside to lay on my bed cold, wet and naked.
I looked at my body and saw the tattooes the nipple rings and of course the large dick ring. I cried, I wanted my life back. I didn't deserve this. I was a good guy, not a faggot or a criminal. That didn't matter because now I was a slave. The guard did tell me that I would be put on display with the other useless slaves for prospective owners to inspect tomorrow. I thought maybe an old lady would take pity on me and use me to care for her house and do the yard work. I heard stories about how some owners abused their slaves, I didn't want that. Especially if my owner turned out to be as sadistic as the guards were.
I fell asleep and was awakened when a tray of my slop arrived. It looked like cold waterery oatmeal with lumps of something in it. The guard spit in it before putting it down. I was starving and didn't have a spoon so I had to eat with my hands. The food if you want to call it that didn't smell good but I tried it. It was bland. I ate the whole bowl. Afterwards, I went back to sleep hoping this was just a bad dream and that I would wake up to my life.
The next morning I was awakend with the same slop again and I gabbled it all down. Two bowls of slop a day wasn't much at all. The guards took me to the shower room with the other slaves that were to be put on display. But they made me kneel and blow them first while the other straight slaves watched. Once they coated me with their cum they all pissed on me further degrading me in front of the other slaves. The guards laughed but the slaves didn't. I guess they thought that they were happy it wasn't them getting this treatment.
While the guards were hosing us down I looked at the other slaves. We all had buzz cuts, shaved bodies, dick rings and our number tattooed on our chests. I was the only one that had nipple rings and FAGGOT tattooed on me and FUCK ME. Most of the slaves were in their 40's and 50's, some were thin, some were fat. The one thing we had in common was that we were all slaves now.
After our shower the guards put the leg chains on us and walked us all to the room where we were to be put on display. They weren't all prospective owners. Some were family members hoping to see their loved one. Others were gawkers who wanted to laugh at us. Than there was the press taking pics. It was assumed that if our pictures were printed in the papers it would put fear in would be criminals. There were at least 200 people staring at us up on a stage stark naked, shackled and tattooed. There were a dozen slaves for the owners to look over. A week ago I would never have thought about coming here to see naked slaves or buying one. Now I am one.
There were about 30 prospective owners who were allowed on stage to examine us to see if they wanted anyone of us. They all had sheets with our pictures and all are stats. I was embarrassed that mine had faggot on it and the fact that I had only one ball and produced a forth the amount a normal man produces.
Most of the owners were older in their 40's to 60's. Some were couples and some were single women. I had hoped one of them who pick me. I knew they wouldn't be as sadistic as the guards were. The ones that looked me over laughed when they read I was a faggot and had one nut. They passed on me. There was a kid around 18 or so on the stage. I thought maybe his parents sent him to find a house slave. He stared at me, smiled as he grabbed my ball and squeezed it. He read FAGGOT out loud on my chest and was grinning. He walked behind and told me to bend over. It was hard to do but I managed. He asked if I have been fucked before. I told him no. He said "Really, so I get your cherry." He walked out around to my front and was squeezing my nipples. He said I didn't look bad for an old faggot. I thought he was a good looking kid, about 6', 160#'s, dark hair and a cute smile. But I could tell he had an evil side to him. He walked away from me. I was glad.
Once the stage was cleared we were taken back to our cells to wait and see if any of us have been selected. Thirty minutes later my cell was opened and the guards said someone actually wanted me. My mind began to wonder which one it was.
Once we got to the waiting room the guard said to me "This is your new owner slave." It was the kid who was grinning from ear to ear.
Guys, I hoped you liked the start of this story. If you did please let me know what you think. And if your around 20 and want a true slave let me know. Thanks, tom dickson, a one-balled fag slave