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. The main character enslaves himself and finds out what it actually means to be another man's property.
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Me and The Arkansas Farmer
Part Two
The Vet
I guided the slave onto his belly and locked his arms and legs down to keep him still. Then I took a moment to admire the boy. I had joined in with the rest of my class in gangraping that faggot in high school, but he had looked nothing like this. This kid was petite and with a smaller build than most high school girls. Apart from his pubes and dick, he looked more like a twelve year old than a high school senior or graduate. He also had a perky little bubble butt.
And that was what I focused on first.
I knelt behind him and pulled open his buttcheeks to stare at his boycunt.
There was dried blood on it and in it. I got a tube of antibiotics and put it in on my finger.
His whimpering as I pushed my finger in him made my dick jump.
Then I stood up and told Reddy: You tore him a new asshole, alright. Use the antibiotic cream on him a few times a day, the burns too, and don't fuck him for a week without real lube. You can take some of what we use on our stallions when they're breeding.
Reddy nodded and then said, "I'm going to lunch. Call me when you're done with the rest."
Three
When Reddy left, the vet walked over to me and filled my mouth with some kind of mouth guard. It covered my teeth and kept my mouth slightly open. He didn't say another word, just started mixing some kind of powder with a pack of gel.
Then he came around behind me and I felt him using some sort of spatula type tool to spread it all over my back and ass. He even spread my cheeks and spread it inside my cheeks and on my hole. He covered the visible parts of my legs, too, then he walked away.
It took about five minutes more before the pain and my screaming began.
The mixture started getting warm and almost felt good at first. But then it got warmer and warmer, faster and faster. Within a minute, it felt like my entire backside was roasting on a fire. I started crying and screaming and bucking and realized the mouthguard was there so I didn't bite my tongue off.
At some point, it was like I ceased being human and just became pain.
I don't know how long that pain lasted before I felt the cold spray of a water hose hitting my backside. It rinsed the mix off and the pain lessened, but didn't go away.
I could barely respond as the vet unlocked me and led me across the room. He lifted my arms up and cuffed them so high I was almost held up on my tippy toes. Then he cuffed my ankles to the ground.
I tried to think, to ask him why he did that to me, what was going on, but only drool and weird sounds came out.
Then I opened my eyes and saw him.
Mixing up another batch.
I started thrashing, trying to kick out, trying to scream for help.
He just ignored me.
When he walked by, he set the mixture on a small table.
Then he lifted up a metal tool I had never seen before. It had a roundish end.
He walked up to me with it, gripped my balls, brought the device to my left nut, and said: This is a burdizzo, boy. I can put you back on the table and use it to crush your balls or you can be a good slave, stay still, let me spread this on you, and keep your balls.
He gripped my balls tight, squeezed, and I started crying again.
He let go of my balls and I let out a breath.
Then he said, "You going to be good and let me cover you with the depilatory, boy?"
I nodded.
This time, he covered the rest of my arms, my stomach, underarms, nipples, the rest of my legs, my cheeks, neck, and even my balls and pubes.
He watched and smiled as I screamed this time.
Reddy
Martha at the diner had made her chicken fried steak for lunch and there ain't nothing like her fresh cream gravy. Someone told me once she used some kind of french cream and exotic pepper, but I dunno if that's true. All I know is that and the potatoes and corn had me so stuffed I couldn't breathe when I got back to the vet.
Caleb was hanging from the ceiling by his arms when I got there. His whole body, except for his forehead, looked red and burned and I could tell the kid had been crying.
The vet called me over and brought my hand to the boy's belly and said, excitedly, "Feel it."
I rubbed my hand on his stomach and the boy whimpered.
But it felt so good to me. The kid's skin was softer than a baby's. I couldn't help but grip that booty and it was that smooth, too.
I asked, "Is it permanent?"
The vet shrugged and said, "If you let me neuter the brat, it would be. Otherwise, might need to redo it in a few years."
I nodded and said, "I told you, he keeps the nuts in case I want pups out of him."
Then I watched him go to his tools.
He asked, "Did you decide which one?"
I pointed to the blue.
The Vet
I led the boy back to the bench and this time restrained his neck, too. Then I had Reddy hold the slave's shoulders down so he couldn't move so much as an inch. The smallest mistake could paralyze him.
I let him know the consequences of so much as flinching.
And then I sliced open a small gap in the back of his neck. I took the GPS marker, placed it inside, then sewed it into place.
The scarring would do the rest.
Three
Reddy carried me to the truck, sat me down in the passenger side, and drove me home.
Then he laid me in his bed and began covering my body with the burn and antibiotic cream.
He stroked my hair as I fell asleep and said, "You pleased your master today, slave. I'm going to give you a few days off to recover and you won't have to get the ten lashes for pulling off during the blowjob until next week."
Then he crawled in besides me, wrapped his arm around my seared skin, and fell asleep.
The next few days were a blur. Reddy fed me soup, covered me in the cream, fingered the cream up my ass, and watched as my skin peeled and my blisters healed.
Then Mr. Finley showed up.
Mr. Finley
It didn't take much to convince Reddy it was a good deal.
The next thing you know I was gripping the little slut by his collar and throwing him in the horse trailer.
It was going to be a good weekend.
The boys were going to love him.