Category: Authoritarian
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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There may be other chapters talking about the years between this or other characters or even what happened later, but I wanted to give an ending just in case I don't continue the story.
Me and the Arkansas Farmer
Epilogue
Reddy
It was another year before I decided to sell Caleb. It wasn't cuz of anything the boy did or that his pussy stopped feeling tight. No, nothing like that. I was still enjoying his warm throat and tight hole every night. I just looked around one day and realized I was done with the farm. He had cleared the property for me fully and we were making good enough money I was getting regular offers from big companies and locals for the land and farm. I had had him spend a few months just chopping trees and that had made my bank account grow real good. I figured with the land and boy sold I could retire a millionaire in some big city and find me an actual woman with a real nice cunt and maybe even be a dad. You might think I would just trade or sell him to Mr. Finley, but I knew better now. The boy was special. I don't think a day went by he didn't regret getting in the truck with me, but it didn't stop his dick getting hard when I treated him like chattel. And apart from Bobby and his brother, he was the only slaveboy in the state under 50. Healey was all huge and muscle and Bobby wasn't even human looking no more. I learned from one potential buyer Caleb was what was called a twink. They were maybe the most valuable of homoslaves you could have, anywhere in the world. And he was a cute one who grew up educated and middle class with nice teeth from braces. The farmwork had made him tan and toned and even more valuable. He could be in high money company and all that. He was gonna be worth a fortune. I thought about warning him, but I didn't know how he'd react. So, instead I just blindfolded him and took him to the Wiggly Barn. It was a roadhouse that agreed to host the auction for me. When we got there, he was stripped naked with his arms tied above his head to the rafters. I ran my hands up and down his smooth body, over his chest and under his smooth pits. Then I smacked his ass one last time and left. They said they'd mail the check when it cleared.
Caleb
It had been seventeen years since I got in the truck with Reddy. Seventeen years since the collar had wrapped around my neck and turned me into property. But I was free now. Five years after Reddy sold me, my dad showed up. He had been looking for me since I vanished and he had challenged the slave contract. And he won. It turns out the parent of anyone under 21 had a right to challenge an enslavement and was supposed to be notified before it was made legal. They hadn't done any of that. We had never been close, but I guess my being missing had made him reach out to my aunt who had raised me and eventually he found me. What happened afterwards was a bit of a legal mess. By then, I had 53 kids. We argued with the lawyers back and forth. If they freed them all, I'd be responsible for child support or taking care of all of them. And some of them were slaves out of state and even out of country. Almost all were too young to be worked fulltime and make money to cover the costs of their upkeep. Eventually, we had a deal. The government of Arkansas would issue a formal apology for enslaving me. They would then settle with me for the sell price of all my offspring in other nations. That came out to 3.1 million. My children in other states would either be purchased or remanded back into my custody. The slaves in Arkansas were to be my property, to free or sell when they came of age. I sold all my daughters immediately to Mr. Finley. Part of me hated him, but he had turned Bobby into an empire of slaves and he needed female slaves to keep expanding. I took a silent partnership in his company in exchange. Most of the boys I sold as well. Not to him, but all over. I remember the day I met the rest.
73429
I watched as my new owner entered the room. Some of my brothers said he used to be property. You couldn't tell now. He inspected all of us and sorted us into groups. I was with a group of four boys, two sets of identical twins, that he separated from the rest. I watched as he had all but us shackled and loaded into a cattle car to be sold. Then he came to me. He had an assistant next to him. He pried open my mouth and then nodded to himself. Then he said, "On his 18th birthday, take his teeth, balls, and mute him. Make sure he is smooth permanently. Except for the hair on his head and eyebrows." Then he moved to my twin brother. He fondled his balls and cock. Ran his hand up his stomach. Then he said, "No changes." He repeated the same comments on the younger twins, but it was the second of those he wanted altered. And then he left.
Caleb
In no state was it legal to use anyone under 18 in the bedroom and so today was a very big day. It was 73429 and 73430's birthday. I had treated all the boys like my sons since bringing them home. They had a tutor, video games, a pool to play in. I bought them nice clothes. I even gave them names and let them pretend to be free. But things were about to change for the oldest two. The way I used to feel about being a slave I felt now about owning their young flesh. They looked so much like me at their age. Petite, brown hair, light eyes, pale, fit, tight butts.
I readied the branding iron and waited.