My Slave Boy and Me

By rr2253

Published on Oct 30, 2023

Gay

attached is a story submission for the authoritarian category.

The story codes are: M ,B , b, BB, anal, bd, inc, teen2

My Slave Boy and Me

This is a fictional story. No characters are based on real people. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental.

If you are offended by sexual material, please read no further. This is not your type of fiction. If you do read it, and especially if you enjoy it, please let me know. You can e mail me at rr2253@bellsouth.net

Thanks!

Times were tough. The recession didn't end and was more like a depression. Governments were strained to provide any help to needy people. The conservatives got into power and eventually pushed to reinstate slavery. It wasn't based on race but on economic conditions. The rich got richer and the poor didn't stand a chance. Instead of welfare, the term was now volunteer servitude. People who couldn't afford to take care of their children or themselves, gave up and volunteered to be given over to those with money and power. They were often forced to sell off children to pay debts or to simply survive. It wasn't a very happy place to be unless you had money. Prostitution, although still considered illegal, was pretty much overlooked. It wasn't unusual to see even adult men and women with signs around their necks offering to do anything for money. That usually meant providing sexual favors in public places. Children who were sold, were used by the wealthy to carry packages for their Mam's or Masters. One could see them hurrying after the woman, naked and on a leash carrying bags.

They were usually made to provide their bodily functions at the curb. I had seen one young boy pissing on himself as he hurried after a well dressed women. Some had been castrated to make sure they could not reproduce. Young teen boys who reached puberty, had their body hair shaved off and a device installed around their cock to only allow urination. Their cocks were almost stuffed into the containers so they were visible but useless for sex. The containers hung down between their legs.

Servitude was supposed to be for a limited period but children sold into slavery had little chance to ever get out.

I was one of the more fortunate. I had plenty of money and was able to take care of myself.

Fortunately, I didn't have a family to support. My parents left me a substantial amount of money to live pretty well. I was in my early 30's now. Still pretty trim and fit, I had to admit that I was fortunate.

My good looks and good physique helped me I'm sure. I'm about 6 feet tall, weigh about 170, have dark hair and a smooth body. I work out often and swim and run to keep myself fit. My name is Jeremy. My income comes from managing my and others portfolios of money and stocks.

I lived pretty modestly in a medium sized city in a warm climate. Sometimes, it was downright hot.

Living by myself and having no real close neighbors, I had taken to being nude most of the time. Nudity was becoming much more accepted. Some did it because it cost a lot less not to have to buy clothes.

Others just enjoyed the life style. Even the conservative government didn't oppose it anymore. Kids were often nude when they played and others just did it at the beach. It wasn't unusual to see nude men or women at play, jogging, working in the yard or any other activity. A few businesses embraced it also having nude staff. Of course some of the nudity was due to people living in "volunteer servitude" Employers made their staff dress this way as a means of showing their power over employees and found that many of the wealthy liked seeing those of lesser means having to survive in a demeaning way. Much of the servitude was slavery. Men ogled the naked girls who served in bars and other establishments. Younger guys were made to serve naked as well. I must admit, I enjoyed the view. My friends and I often went to bars and clubs to see the nice bodies on display. Those that were older or unfit usually had to work behind the scenes and were not viewed much by the public One morning, I was having coffee at a local coffee shop. The young man who waited on me, probably not more than 20, was nude. It was interesting to see the women touch and grope him while he worked. He was not allowed to protest and simply had to let anyone who wanted, put their hands on his body, smile politely and take it. Even children of the wealthy, often maybe only 10 or 12, would laugh and abuse the poor servers. Men seemed to enjoy it too. Not only the gay men, but those of wealth and power who would never admit they found nude men fascinating. Their touches were often even more abusive slapping the poor severs on the ass, kneeing them in the balls of stepping on their bare feet. I saw one man stick a pencil in the ass of the server and made him kneel down to allow the customer to push it in further. The customer laughed as the poor young boy was humiliated.

When he was finally done, the server came over to me to see if I wanted anything more, apologizing for keeping me waiting . I touched him kindly on his hand and said not to worry and that I needed nothing more. I paid my bill and gave him, very secretly of course, a big tip. Tipping servitude workers wasn't really allowed but I wanted to show the poor boy some kindness. A tear appeared in his eyes and he politely thanked me but said he had no where to put the money for safe keeping and handed it back. I asked if he had any home or place to go after work where I could give it to him then. He said no, that he slept in the back storage room of the shop. I felt very bad for him and said I would be back to see if I could do anything for him. Tears still in his eyes, he knelt down and kissed my barefoot. Just then, the owner saw him and came over and pushed him down, knocking his tray from his hands. I looked at the owner with a frown as he kicked the boy and told him he would have to do extra work to pay for the broken cups. I knew what extra work had meant. The boy would probably have to sell himself to someone for sexual favors and then give the money to the owner.

I told the owner that the boy had done nothing wrong and that I would pay for the cups that were broken. He looked at me and told the boy to get up and get to work. I paid for the cups, probably a lot more than they were worth and told him I didn't want the boy to do anything else. The debt had been paid and he was to be left alone. The boy got up, still with a tear in his eye, looked at me greatfully but said no more and went back to another table. As I was leaving, I saw a man playing with the boys cock and balls in an abusive manner. I wanted to grab the boy server and take him away but knew I couldn't. He simply stood, with his legs spread and let the man play with his anatomy. He watched me out the corner of his eye as I left.

I picked up a newspaper and thumbed through it. An ad caught my eye about a "volunteer servitude person sale" that was happening fairly near by. I was curious and decided I wanted to see what was happening. I ventured a few blocks to the market area. It used to be a place to buy produce and such but now mainly made it by having these human sales.

I walked in to the courtyard. There, standing on crates, were mostly young people all nude. There were many more men and boys than women. A few young girls were there. I was exciting as I knew it made my cock start to get hard, but at the same time appalling to see these young people being sold.

They were displayed standing with legs apart and for the men and boys, their hands behind their heads. All of them were looking straight ahead. Both men and women were shopping stopping by to touch and feel the bodies. The traders made some bend over, or turn around and spread their ass cheeks for customers. All the males had tags hanging from their balls. I suppose it was easier to put them there than around their ankles but it also gave the shoppers and opportunity to fondle them.

Some of the boys were and girls were crying. I saw a man and woman crying too standing near a young boy on display. It turns out it was their son. He must have been about 13 or 14 as signs of puberty were obvious on him. He had just a little bit of pubic hair and some hair on his legs and underarms. He looked frightened. A well dressed man and a young girl, probably his daughter, were looking him over.

The boys blond hair had been cut very short and he wore a collar around his neck. I heard them discussing the boy like a toy in a store. The girl had a smirk on her face as she told her dad that he would make a perfect slave toy for her. I had heard it was the rage for young teens to have their parents buy other young slaves to have as a personal slave to do all their chores, and to be played with anyway they wanted. Usually, that meant for the girl that she could use and abuse the boy who was purchased but rarely allowed the boy to have sex with her. Most of the boys who were bought were either castrated or fitted with a chastity belt or some sort of device was placed over their cock and balls only allowing them to urinate. The girls used the boys to do work and sometimes take to bed to eat their pussies for them. I had read somewhere how the slave boys were treated at the homes of both the boys and girls who had them. The boys were used to do all house chores. Some were made to be cooks or servants. Often they accompanied their youthful masters to school. Public schools still did not allow the practice but private schools for the wealthy families already allowed the students to bring their slaves. The slaves did not participate in any educational activities. They merely carried the books or gear and were usually tied to a post like an animal outside of the rooms. They usually received no food or beverage during the day. They sat in the hot sun or rain and waited. When summoned, they were made to come and perform any duties they were told. They carried food for lunch and sat at their master's feet while the youthful master ate. They sometimes were made to pull little carts to carry their masters to and from home. Boys sometimes had girl slaves but most had boys.

Boys could be made to do much harder work and could still be used as sex objects as their was never any fear of pregnancy. The slave children or volunteer servers were often spit upon, kicked, made fun of or abused. The girls loved to have their slave boys stand in the slave position ( legs apart and hands behind their heads) which totally exposed them to all. Slave children especially the boys, were always kept naked and never had privacy. In the school yard where they waited, they had to urinate or deficate in public. They always wore slave collars and many had tattoos applied. They lost their right to names and most had simply numbers or a new name was given to them that the master child liked.

Just as the girls played with dolls, the slave children were called whatever their masters wanted to call them. Some of the boys loved to wrestle their slaves who wore no protection. It was great sport to gang up on a slave boy and wrestle him. It always seemed that their genitals were a target as the master boys laughed and kicked them. As mentioned earlier, some slave boys with girls as masters, were castrated. Their parents feared pregnancy with a slave. The slaves who were castrated, rarely received any hospitalization. They were simply stitched up and medicated until they could resume their activites -usually in less than a week. The girls loved to have their slave boys played with by their friends who would explore their bodies and watch while those in puberty and beyond would become excited. The girls loved to torment their genitals and then either slap them or make them ejaculate on themselves. The slave boys eventually got used to being seen naked and lost their humiliation and embarrassment but none were ever considered as happy. They all knew what was ahead for them once the girls grew up, got boyfriends and tired of them as playthings. Eventually, the boys were tossed aside for another and simply made to do hard physical labor until they were resold to work in factories , in mines or some other dastardly tasks until they could work no more. Then, the government allowed the servers to be put down like dogs as there proper care would cost too much. I wanted to run up and grab the boy and take him home. The man and woman standing nearby, were probably his mother and father who found they could no longer keep him as their son and were forced to sell him to make ends meet. I had heard that some less than scroupulous parents had begun to raise children just for profit.

As I approached, the man told the who seemed to be running the market, said "sold". The girl jumped up and down in excitement as her father handed over his credit card for the purchase. The mother burst into more tears, the father trying to console her, as the boy,panic on his face, was taken off the block and lead away. He was left totally naked but his hands were now tied behind his back. As the boy stepped off the block, the girl again reached out and touched his balls knowing she was now in charge of the boy's destiny. The boys tried to look back at his parents, but a leash was attached to his collar and his head jerked back. I wanted to cry for the poor kid. The parents stood holding one another, both crying. They had made maybe $3000.00 for their now lost forever, son. Girl slaves usually brought much less as they could only be used for housekeeping duties, to breed or as a plaything for the gentleman of the house to use for sex. Once they got older, they were quite useless as unlike the boys, they were much harder to sell for labor slaves.

I watched the girl, her father and the hapless boy walk off in the crowd toward the parking area. I saw the dad open the back of his luxury suv and push the boy inside, slamming the door. I started walking around the market . Although I had pity for all those on the blocks, I must admit that it was sexually arousing. I felt a little precum on my shorts.

As I walked about in the warm sunshine, I saw all kinds of young people still on the blocks. Ages ranged from about 10 to maybe 25. All seemed to have nice looking bodies. I had to admire the cocks on the boys seeing the little tags swinging in the light breeze. It was a turn on but so depraved.

I walked a bit farther and came to another display of human flesh, when I spotted something I had not seen. There standing on a crate was a beautiful young man with dark hair, a rather large cock and set of balls but a smooth chest. He like the others, looked dejected. He had a great smooth body with nicely defined abs and chest. He wasn't muscular looking like some of the boys. I guessed he was about 18-20. What made him unusual however, was attached to his leg, was a small boy who could not have been more than 3 or 4. The small child, like the young man, was naked The small child was not standing but sitting. The youth was standing like the others, face forward, and hands tied behind his head. The little child was crying and seemed to want attention as he looked up at the older boy. I watched for a few minutes. Several people came by and looked at the tag on the older boys genitals.

He seemed to get a fair amount of attention but was passed on after the tag was examined. I decided to look for myself. I tried not to violate the young man by grabbing his balls or cock. I simply reached up and read what the tag said. I was amazed to read the short note.

To be continued.

Next: Chapter 2


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