Me and the Arkansas Farmer

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.

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This chapter has heterosexual sex, but it is brief, not detailed, and only because it is necessary for the story.

Me and the Arkansas Farmer

Part Three

Mr. Finley dragged me out of the horse trailer and led me into a barn that smelled like horses and manure. He pushed me into an empty stall with a bucket in it, a trough with one side full of water, hay on the ground, and a bolt in the wall. He shackled my legs to the bolt. It was just tight enough that I could move around the stall, but not quite get to the stall door.

Then he left.

I sat there a while, expecting him to come back, but he didn't. I watched the barn get darker and darker and listened to the sounds of a farm at night.

Then I fell asleep.

Healey

Healey was 22, 6'2, 210 pounds, and had that natural farm boy build. Muscles made by labor, not a gym. His brown hair was kept cropped tight and his skin was bronzed by the sun.

He and his two little brothers had lived with their grandpa since their parents moved off.

Their parents were probably still doing meth in a trailer somewhere.

The work was tough, but his grandpa was always more than fair to him and his brothers.

This was the first time Healey had ever seen a slave up close.

Healey poured out the scraps from their dinner into the right side of the trough in the stall and then filled the left side with water. It was pretty good food for an animal. Leftover ribs with some meat still on the bone, mashed potatoes with gravy, and even some corn cobs that weren't totally eaten.

It all made a weird slop mixed together.

Healey kicked the slave to wake it up to eat.

Three

I woke up to gut pain and the first thing I saw were filthy boots and dusty jeans.

I looked up and saw a guy not much older than me. He was tall and built, though.

And he didn't look real friendly.

He grunted, "Eat, slave."

I looked for a plate and silverware, then realized the food was in the trough.

The animal trough.

I crawled over to it and looked at dinner. It made me sick to see it, even.

Chunks of some kind of meat covered in potatoes and something brown. Half eaten corn cobs. Bones of some kind and maybe barbecue sauce. All mixed together.

I started to turn away and the guy looking down at me said, "You'll need your strength for tomorrow. Eat."

My stomach rumbled, but I did it. I picked up a cob and chewed off what was left. I stuffed the potatoes in my mouth. I chewed the meat off the bones.

Then I cupped my hands in the water and washed it down with as much of it as I could drink.

Pieces of the food were floating in the water when I was done.

Then I got up off my knees.

Healey

I watched the slaveboy eat dinner like an animal would. Chewing up scraps. Gnawing at bones. Then he stood up.

I pulled out my pocket knife, then threw him against the stall wall.

I could see the terror in the little slut's eyes and it actually made me hard.

But grandpa had said I wasn't allowed to do any of that yet.

So, I did what I came to do. I cut off the shirt he was wearing and the pants. Then I pulled the waistband of his underwear up and sliced them off too.

I stared at him a second as he stood there shaking, naked in nothing other than a collar. I rubbed my hand on his girl smooth stomach, twisted his little nipples, gripped his throat like I was going to choke him, and fondled his smooth tight ass.

Then I said, "You really were born free? You chose this shit?"

He nodded.

I shook my head and said, "Well, that was a fucking mistake."

Then I went to bed.

Finley

The guests arrived at six in the morning. Right on time. Williams had come all the way from Newcomb for the breeding and was ready to go. I insisted we had breakfast first.

Then I went to look at what would hopefully be the mother of our new pups.

The little slave bitch looked Asian. She was collared in some sort of modern device, not like the one I made for Three at all. Williams saw me looking at it and hit a button on his phone.

She started shaking like she was having seizures.

He grinned and said, "Electroshock. Trained her up that way almost from birth. Try it."

I took the phone from him and hit the stop button.

Her body went still. Then I hit the train button and she began convulsing again. I saw a knob and started turning it and realized it was controlling how much she got jolted.

Williams put his hand on mine as I started turning it up and said, "Too much and you could damage her and ruin this whole trade."

I killed the current at once.

Then I had Healey pick her and take her to the barn.

Three

I woke up when I heard a noise. I could see Finley and another older man. I also saw the boy from last night and a few other guys close to my age.

Then, when they moved, I saw a woman.

But she wasn't moving around. She was on her back on some kind of platform. Her legs were spread apart and locked down. Her hands were tied up above her head, too. She was Asian and definitely older than me.

Probably 30.

She had on a collar, too.

Then, I realized the younger guy was coming for me.

Healey

I unshackled the slave and started hosing him off. Grandpa wanted him looking good for the slave dealer so I even scrubbed his hair and face good.I lingered a little on his butt. I wasn't gay, but I figured using slave butt wasn't queer and I hadn't fucked in way too long.

But I couldn't go any further than rubbing that butt, yet.

So, I dragged him out of the stall and to Mr. Williams.

Three

I was still wet and shaking, but had been told to stay still so was doing my best not to move.

The man in front of me scared me.

He had to be around 50 and had coal black hair with a thick mustache and short beard. He was about 5'10 and probably 200 pounds. He wasn't fat and I could tell he still worked out.

But it wasn't his build that scared me. It was the way he looked at me and talked about me.

He started by telling me to open my mouth and inspecting my teeth. Then he had his assistant start making notes. He pointed out a tiny birthmark on my groin that had been hidden before they took my hair there away. He had his assistant write down that I had a flat mole on my left shoulder blade.

He had me step on a scale and then confirmed I was 5'4.

Then he gripped my cock and measured it soft, before making me get it hard and measuring it that way.

Then I was bent over and photos were taken of every inch of me.

Then he nodded to Mr. Finley and walked away.

Finley

The amount offered for the boy could have bought me a brand new tractor, just from my share. But I knew Reddy wasn't ready to sell yet.

The pups would bring in enough money.

I did my part inspecting the Asian slave, but it didn't matter to me. All that mattered was she was a legal slave in the state.

Our laws were complicated and there weren't many slaves in Arkansas. Only the child of two slaves was considered legal chattel for sale. If one parent was free, the slave's get was considered a citizen.

Most female slaves were knocked up by their master's or their master's kids.

What we had here was a chance to breed a whole ton of slave chattel.

Williams had the slave bitch on fertility drugs that he swore guaranteed us multiple pups each breeding.

I'd get 1/3 of the final sale price or one slave of my own for setting it up. Each time.

I had Three open his mouth and gave him the meds from the vet to make sure he could fuck her all night.

Three

I leaned over and asked for permission. I knew she was a slave like me, but this all felt wrong.

But she nodded.

So, I pushed myself inside her.

It felt good and I started fucking her like I did girls when I was free. She was tight and her pussy sucked my dick in until I came.

I collapsed on top of her.

Then Williams whacked me on the back and growled, "Again."

I came 17 times over those three days. I would rest, be given special food and drink, and then fuck her again as they all watched and cheered.

Then, finally, she was taken away.

And I was placed, facedown, on the platform she had been on.

Williams

One of the finest parts of dealing in slave flesh was the pussy. Before all the abolitionist groups had been buying and freeing slaves, I had had young slave cunt once or twice a week, sometimes even teenage virgin cunt.

But that was decades ago, when I was in my twenties. That Asian bitch was the youngest slave cunt in all of Arkansas, as far as I knew. And she was 33.

There were strict rules about traders using slaves for sex in the other countries I dealt in and laws against importing slaves.

This little white boy could singlehandedly restore my access to a regular supply of juicy young cunt that would last me till the day I died. His pups could be of age and have their lips wrapped around my cock and be crying from my hard dick in their pussies and assholes soon enough.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock through my underwear.

I smacked his little slave ass and watched it tremble. I ran my finger down the faint scar on his back from the whip.

Then, I shoved myself in him.

I barely got an inch into him. The slut was going to be a tight fuck.

I pulled out all the way and my assistant handed me lubricant. I smeared my cock with it and then crammed myself back into him.

He started whimpering like a dog and bucked once, so I gut punched him hard enough to knock the breath of him.

Then, I enjoyed myself.

Three

The stink of Williams cologne mixing with the smell of manure filled my nostrils. I tried to fight him off once, but he hit me in the stomach so hard I couldn't breathe.

Then he fucked me.

It was different than the other times I'd been fucked. Finely was just using me to get off. It was like Reddy didn't even see me. He was watching porn and imagining I was some girl on the screen.

Williams wanted to hurt and humiliate me. To show his dominance. To hit home I was nothing, but human chattel. Property.

He fucked me as hard as Finley, but everytime he hit a spot that felt good to me he hurt me worse after. I groaned when his dick stroked something inside that made my dick leak and so the next stroke he laughed and gripped and squeezed my balls hard.

The more I cried, the harder he got.

I wasn't Caleb to him, the free boy who was on the honor roll and varsity soccer team.

I was 346521. An owned animal. Chattel. Property. A slave.

And then, there was what he was saying as he fucked and spanked and spat on me:

Your pretty ass is going to make me so much money, boy. Gonna breed your babies and sell them too. Your sons and daughters and grandkids are going to suckle on this cock and feel it tearing their holes up too you worthless fuck. And when you're too old to be worth anything, you'll get sold for parts to keep a real man alive.

And then he groaned on top of me, came in me, zipped up, and walked away.

Williams

The kid had a tight hole. I hadn't fucked boy ass before, but I realized now I'd been missing out. There was something special about making a kid like that your bitch. Showing him he was nothing. Making a teenage boy cry from a dick up his ass or a punch in the stomach or squeezing his sack. Even better because he was born free and still had a little fight in him.

I had no doubt I'd enjoy having his sons and grandsons crying under me too.

I upped my offer for the boy and made some suggestions for body modifications and medication. I also gave Finley information on an organ harvesting company to give to Reddy.

Then, as agreed upon beforehand, we strung up Three for a whipping. I always told people it was to see how slaves handled the lash.

Truth was, I liked the screams.