This is a work of fiction. All characters in it are over 18 and you must be over 18 to read it. It takes place in an alternative America where slavery is legal and slaves over 18 can be used for sex. The main character enslaves himself and finds out what it actually means to be another man's property.
Never do anything like this in real life. Respect others, report any suspected abuse, and wear protection in real life.
Don't let your hormones get you into trouble.
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Interfering with a slave collar
Part 13
Davey
There were times in my life that hurt more emotionally or physically, but nothing I would ever experience had as much pain and humiliation mixed together as that night.
Men I had considered almost like family used me in ways they wouldn't use the cheapest whore. They watched my dad piss in my mouth and laughed when I gagged and choked on it. They made me beg to drink their piss. Mr. Albertson, my friend Brad's dad, lifted his legs and made me lick his asshole. And it only got worse from there. All of them used my mouth like I was trash.
And the worst part was I begged them for it. I hated it, but I hated the whip more. And I knew if I didn't seem like the most eager slaveboy in the world, I'd get forty lashes the next day.
They played poker for two hours and the whole time I served them. I knelt and sucked dick and licked ass and drank piss and smiled through tears and bruises as I refilled their drinks.
And then the game ended.
But not the night.
My father stood up and called me over as the other men were talking shit about their wives and kids.
He whispered in my left ear, "You can take your chance tomorrow without doing it, but I'd kiss the feet of the free men in this room if I were you and ask for a whipping. A lash from them is a lash you don't get from me."
I paused. I looked around the room. Coach Haden was there and Mr. Albertson and Jimmy's dad Mr. Thomas. Jerry Calvin's shop had sponsored every sports team I ever had and he hadn't been as mean tonight as the rest.
I took a deep breath.
Then I got back on my knees, crawled to the closest man, kissed his feet, and said, "Thank you for letting me service you, master, will you whip me tonight to teach me my place?"
It was Jimmy's dad. He looked at me a second, then nodded.
So I went to the next and then the next, until they had all agreed.
Coach Haden actually asked, "Is that really what you want? A real whipping?
I was just barely crying as I nodded.
Then it was happening.
Mr. Thomas
Davey and Tommy had played together since they were in diapers.
I had never imagined anything like this.
I looked at little Davey and could remember him in diapers. I remembered him swimming in our pool with my boy. I remembered taking him on vacation with us and him joining in family dinners and watching games with us.
Now, though, he was just property. His dad's property. I watched him drink his daddy's piss and suck his dick and lick Richard Albertson's asshole. I saw him covered in cum like some Tijuana whore.
I came in him. This kid I knew my whole life swallowed every drop of my dick snot and piss.
Then he begged me for the whip.
It made me think of my own boys. Would one of them become this eager to please if I had them collared?
My dick surged as I thought about it.
Jerry Calvin
The kid tried to hide it, but I could see the disgust and horror in his eyes. The other guys, especially Haden, seemed to think the kid genuinely liked this shit. Even when he cried from it.
I knew better.
He took a deep breath before sucking a dick in, like he had to gather the willpower to lick and suck cock. When he asked for the whipping, he was shaking he was so scared.
If I was a good guy, I would have left or tried to stop it from happening. I might have even tried to stop the sex and piss from happening.
But I wasn't a good guy and Davey was the holy grail.
I sponsored sports teams because I liked freeboys. Slaveboys from slave farms did almost nothing for me.
But twink smooth barely legal cocky teenage boys get me going.
And Davey was that.
I saw the collar, but it hadn't even left tan lines around his neck yet.
He wasn't broken.
And it made me hard.
Davey
My dad grabbed me as soon as the last man nodded. I figured he would get a whip or belt or something and lean me over the table for the men.
Instead, he hooded me and started dragging me off, gripping my neck by the collar.
I couldn't see anything through the hood and had to stumble after him blindly.
I didn't realize where we were until he lifted my right hand up and put it in the cuff. By the time my right hand was in the right cuff, I was shaking.
He pushed my head forward and I felt the lock attach to my neck, holding it in position against the post.
I was still wearing the cleats and tube socks or I would have felt the floor of the whipping room. It was green tile.
The better to not show blood and be cleaned easily.
I heard them all then, all of them in the room. They laughed and joked that they wished it was their sons against a post when they disobeyed. They laughed about their kid's girlfriends and Mr. Albertson even said his wife could use a whipping now and again.
Then it started.
Jackson
The bank manager came the next day to get the paperwork signed. I turned over the affidavits from Jerry and the rest of the guys, witnessed and notarized. They attested that the boy was a born slave, wouldn't do well if freed, and enjoyed his slavery. All of the men last night recommended his ten year term be extended to lifetime indenturement.
After that, we just had to agree on a price and the bank would file the paperwork at court for me.
Davey
I screamed every lash. I screamed until my throat was raw. It became like a contest for the men to see who could pull the loudest and most desperate scream from me.
And then they fucked me.
One second I was being bull whipped and the next my hands and neck were uncuffed and I was led and cuffed to the fuck bench.
I had seen it used only once when I was a kid. Dad had just purchased Mirabelle and he had made a joke to a friend about breaking her in the punishment room. I snuck into the room and was there hiding for three hours until they came in to use her.
She cried and she begged and they just laughed and called her a whore and a slut and a slave bitch. Then they double teamed her.
At one point, my dad's friend was in her mouth as my dad fucked her. He saw me hiding and smiled as he came in her mouth.
This was less civilized and nice than that.
The fuck bench put my stomach on a bench with my arms and legs cuffed so I was stuck doggy style with my legs spread and hole open.
The men didn't waste time.
They stripped down and were all hard from whipping me, my dad included.
Dad went first. And last. It was a long night.
And now there was this man from the bank at breakfast.
He looked at me, covered in bruises, black eyes, busted lip, covered in whip marks, and said, "Long night?"
I replied, "Yes, master."
Then he bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. He looked at my hole and pressed a finger in as I winced.
He nodded and then told my father, "Keep the scarring to a minimum and he'll sell for more at the auction. They'll be by next week to get him."
My father just looked at me and smiled.