(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)
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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
3.1 Noel Morgan - Vengeance Is Mine
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)
Yeah, I know! Everyone thinks I'm a bastard, a power hungry arsehole!
And as I've always replied, yes I am, and, `Who gives a fuck?'
But more importantly, I didn't give a damn what anybody else thought of me as I had a mission, a very important mission that involved faggot-girl, as well as my brother Evan.
Either way, Evan would help me reduce queer-girl into nothing more than a quivering pleasure slave, a position within our society he would finally embrace with enthusiasm and eagerness, while at the same time helping me turn Evan into the man, the person I needed him to become.
Of course, the whole scheme had been worked out in fine detail, at the time the queer smart-ass had knock me flat on my back in front of my peers. And like I continue to tell everyone, it was the stupidest think he'd ever done in his entire life.
No one, but no-one takes me on, thinking they'll come out a winner. That's not how life works, especially if you piss me off.
From the time cunt-face had lost his freedom, along with his two younger brothers, and I'd then quickly purchased them, it was just a matter of time before I would embark on the next course of my plans.
Forget about how I displayed my two deeply humiliated new slaves in the study to father, Evan and Mr Hendricks. I can admit that I knew Evan, once he'd gotten over his shock, would choose Sean as his new personal pleasure slave.
How could it be any other way?
But forget that too. It's truly not important! Not when you need to look at the whole jigsaw in its entirety.
In fact, I need to take you back to when I first visited the faggot slime-ball and his two younger brothers while they were still attending the state-owned `Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.
Why? Because that's where you'll find all the answers! Because that's the time when I knew for sure my scheme was finally falling into place.
Yeah, I still remember it very well. It was the week before they were to be delivered to me at home. I'd determined it was time to check on their progress, and to test faggot-boy's resolve.
Like all slave induction and training compounds, it was very sparse in its appearance. After signing in, I was escorted to a huge underground concrete bunker, where my three new slaves were currently being housed.
The area reminded me of a massive basement, sectioned off into individual concrete cells that each contained an open pit for them to squat over when they needed to piss or crap, and a thin single mat for up to four to five slaves to share and sleep on, and a long trough where their mashed up slave food and pellets was pumped.
My escort, a huge bearded man in his late thirties and dressed in a grey regulation uniform, confirmed each of my slaves was now fully vaccinated and their micro-chips were working seamlessly.
Then he took me into an adjoining small office area, and after making sure I was comfortably seated, he enquired politely how much time I would need with my slaves, and after considering his question for a moment, I indicated three full hours of uninterrupted privacy would suffice.
As he was leaving, he motioned for me to help myself to the caramel sweets and orange liqueur left out for my visit.
Oh, the privileges of wealth.
Five minutes later, 18 year old Brad Cahill, his 17 year old brother Sean, and Justin, their 16 year old brother, were ushered quickly into the office and immediately lined up next to each other as they assumed the traditional mandatory slave stance before me.
And there I was! Witnessing my revenge blossoming radiantly before me!
There stood my loathsome enemy, completely humbled, with his blond haired head hanging low, his chin on his chest as he stared obediently and blankly at the floor, his hands behind his back, his crotch thrust out lewdly before him and his massive penis standing up rock-hard and rigid for my personal inspection.
And as I gloated at the fag's total submission before me, I suddenly realised I'd been transfixed by the sight of the faggot's huge erection.
Fuck his cock was big when fully erect! I'd only ever seen his large limp uncut dick in the school gym shower room when he was showering, but to see it now standing fully erect at eight and a half inches in length, and so thick, with his large hairless walnut-sized balls hanging low between his muscular thighs, just made his package look even bigger.
And his two brothers weren't shy in that area either. Impressive!
Oh well, back to business! I could play around with their genitals later, abusing and torturing them to my hearts content.
"Brad? Is that... Is that really you?" I asked him softly, pretending to be shocked by his current naked servile state as he stood before me.
"Sir, yes Sir!" he quickly responded in a soft trembling voice as he immediately recognised my voice. As he'd been taught, he'd answer me without looking up or moving a muscle.
Very good! I was impressed.
"Brad! Look up at me. Let me see your face!" I said in a sad voice, although deep down inside, my heart sang with joy, and my cock became rock-hard in my pants as I sat there looking up at my three handsome submissive and very obedient young slaves.
Quickly Brad lifted his head and stared back at me with fear, utter shame and despair etched deeply within the irises of his bright blue eyes.
Oh how glorious indeed.
"Tell me Brad! What happened to you?" I asked him in a gentle yet firm voice, pretending to be his friend at this, his darkest hour.
At first he was hesitant to say anything that might offend a free citizen like me.
But slowly, as he saw the fake concern and phony trust radiating from my eyes, he opened up as if I were his best friend to relate the whole story of his and his family's enslavement. Of how he and his brothers had been separated from his parents, how they didn't know where their parents were at this very moment, and how he and his two brothers now lived in absolute fear of what was going to happen to them.
Listening to his heart-rending tale, I could've quite easily dropped my feud with him right then and there, even restored them to free citizenship once again.
A very nice sentiment for those who love a happy ending, but of course there was no way I was going to let go of these fine specimens of enslaved youthful man-boys.
No fucking way! They'd each already cost me a pretty penny.
"Sir, please, is there anything you can do to help us, Sir? Sir, this has all been a horrible mistake, but I'm sure if you were to speak on our behalf, the authorities would have to finally take notice, Sir!" Brad nervously asked in a low timid fear-filled voice, unsure of himself, and frightened of what my reaction might be.
Oh, this was too good to be true.
Suddenly I heard a soft sad sobbing sound coming from the youngest brother who stood to faggot-girl's left, and instantly I saw the raging internal struggle Brad was having as he stood his ground and forced himself not to turn around and hug his little brother protectively.
Very good queer-girl! You've learnt very quickly!
Oh well. Enough of this sentimental bullshit! It was time I ended this farce and got down to business.
"Well Brad, this appears to be your lucky day, doesn't it? Of course I'll help you out. In fact, that's why I'm here!" I said smiling kindly, watching the faggot-girl's sad despondent face suddenly light up with a look of overwhelming relief, while a smouldering flare of hope instantly sparked brightly in the pupils of his desolate blue eyes.
Yes, I could see the queer-girl's mind working feverishly as he began to see the heavenly light of freedom at the end of the nightmarish tunnel he and his family had been drowning in.
"Okay Brad, you're free! Why don't we go report to the manager of this establishment right now, sign the necessary papers and then have you escorted off these premises. Before you know it, you'll be a free citizen once again." I said magnanimously.
The fag's expression turned to one of incredulous joy. He was finding it hard to speak, to express his undying gratitude to me. Tears began sliding down the sides of his handsome face and his chest began to heave as he tried not to break down and weep uncontrollably in front of me.
"That's alright Brad! I understand! I mean, what are friends for if they can't lend a helping hand in times of need?" I said wisely, my eyes appearing to be full of concern for him.
Yes, he was overjoyed. And not knowing how to react to me, whether to rush up and hug and kiss me, he decided instead to turn to his equally stunned smiling brothers. Then sobbing openly, thinking the nightmare was finally over, he went to hug them each as huge relieved grins stretched across their pathetic cute faces.
As I watched them, I reached down and pushed a green button located on the office table. Immediately my escort arrived, and after telling him I needed to see the manager straight away, I turned around to speak with faggot-girl again.
"Come on Brad. Let's get this all sorted out once and for all." I said happily, watching as they all lined up to follow me.
"I think it might be best if just you and the large slave here go see the manager, Mr Morgan. These two can stay here while you get all the paperwork filled out. Once that's all done, you can come back and pick them up as you're leaving." My escort suggested, and nodding my head in agreement, I indicated for faggot-girl to follow me, and for his two brothers to wait here in this office.
When we'd arrived at the manager's office, the queer found it very difficult to break from his training, and as we entered, he instantly assumed the slave position. I could tell he was absolutely terrified of the manager, a large fat perspiring man who went by the name of Mr Kindred and chomped on a Cuban cigar.
"Get on your knees, boy! You know the drill when you enter my office!" Mr Kindred said as he came around from his side of the table, and waited patiently for faggot-girl to drop to his knees, reach up and unzip his pants and commence sucking his rather large very smelly uncut erection all the way to the back of his mouth.
"You're got to keep them in line all the time. No matter what! Now how can I help you Mr Morgan?" he said as he grabbed the back of queer-boy's head, rammed his fat hips forward and then extending his right hand for me to shake.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched faggot-girl on his knees sucking frantically up and down the manager's throbbing cock, his total fear of the obese man making him obey instantly.
But as he did his duty, I quickly explained what the situation was to Mr Kindred while he lowered himself back into his chair, pulling faggot-girl face after him and making sure his cock stayed within his sucking mouth. He considered it for a moment, before sliding a few papers towards me.
"These will need to be filled in first, and once the bitch has finished with me, he can sign the documents." Mr Kindred grunted as he pushed down hard on faggot-girl's head.
And as Mr Kindred clearly enjoyed the blow job faggot-girl was giving him, he immediately lamented what a loss Brad would be to the slave industry, asking me if this was truly what I wanted done.
Suddenly he grunted, slapping faggot-girl's head away from his groin. Then he ordered Brad to get up off his knees and sit on his lap. In front of me, with his head hanging in shame, faggot-girl immediately turned around and lowered himself onto Mr Kindred's large leaking cock, and with his legs spread wide open, I watched as the large cigar smoking man's penis slid all the way up faggot-girl's boy-pussy.
It was strange but very erotic to watch as faggot-girl began to bounce up and down on Mr Kindred's rock-hard cock, and once he'd set up a decent fuck motion, the manager quickly reached around faggot-girl's waist and commenced masturbating him in front of me before agreeing to do what I'd requested.
The look on faggot-girl's face was priceless, his complete humiliation etched on his sad reddened face as he avoided my eyes. And as Mr Kindred ordered him to bounce up and down faster and to hurry up and cum, I watched as my enemy concentrated on doing the old man's bidding.
Of course we all knew that faggot-girl already belong to me, but having Mr Kindred degrade him so completely in front of me like this, by fucking the faggot-girl in such a humiliating way and then forcing him to shoot his boy-juices all over himself was indeed a very nice touch.
Finally, Mr Kindred growled out loud, slammed his cock deep up into faggot-girl's stretched vagina while at the same time as he forcibly made him ejaculate all over himself.
Yes, life was good, and faggot-girl was now proving to me you could have your cake and eat it too.
Of course, once Mr Kindred was done with faggot-girl, he took the filled in documents from me and slid them in front of Brad. It took less than 5 minutes for faggot-girl to fill out the rest of the paperwork, and then for me to co-sign them.
"Right boy, you are now once more a free citizen! Now if I were you, I'd get out of here before I decide to change my mind!" Mr Kindred said to faggot-girl, who promptly followed close behind me as our original escort led us towards a room where some clothing had been arranged for faggot-girl to change into before he was released from the facility.
And as I watched him timidly shower himself as he cleaned himself up, and then dress himself in front of me, still avoiding looking at me, he asked softly when he could go pick his brothers up.
"What are you talking about? I said you were free! I didn't say anything about those two!" I said abruptly, acting as if he should be grateful to me for this small mercy.
Looking at me, I could see the confusion in his face. And I could also see fear flashing through his eyes.
"But they're my brothers. I can't leave them here. I have to take them out of here. Please, I need to take them with me. I have to protect them!" he stuttered frantically, trying to get the words out all at once.
Now I was looking at him in anger. Then raising my left eyebrow and sighing as I slowly nodded my head, I smiled sadly but firmly as I looked him in the face.
"I understand now! You don't know, do you? No ones told you, have they?" I said, not really expecting a reply.
"Let me clear up any misunderstandings you may have! I was your new owner, your new Master! I have been since you were all first enslaved. In fact, as soon as I heard you and your family had been arrested for tax evasion, I immediately went down town and bought the three of you. Cost me a small fortune I can tell you, so letting the three of you go free is quite out of the question! In fact, I intend to make my money back on those two, plus interest, which should hopefully cover the cost of letting you go free!" I said slowly.
The look on Brad's face went from shock to stunned horror, as what I was saying sunk in.
"Of course, I'm lucky my father has some very powerful and wealthy contacts or there would be no way I could make my money back. I've already organised for Justin here is to be sold off to a male brothel somewhere on the west coast of the African continent. Apparently the black men there have an insatiable craving for very young white skinned slave boys. Not quite sure which country they said it was, and to be honest, I don't think I've ever heard of it before. As you'd know, geography wasn't one of my better classes!" I announced indifferently.
"As for your brother Sean, well, he's to be sold off to a very large syndicate of very horny Japanese businessmen who just love to spend their free time torturing and mutilating white American teenage slave boys. To be honest, I don't think he'll survive more than a few months, which is unfortunate, as he really is a good looking boy. But if he does survive somehow, which I doubt, he sure won't look too pretty after they've finished with him. And I'm told the way they castrate their slave boys is positively gruesome, enough to make the toughest man puke his guts up." I continued, still speaking with feigned disinterest, as if Sean's future was of very little interest to me.
"And you Brad? Well, before I agreed to give you your freedom, it had been my intention to sell you to the warden of our prestigious maximum security prison, because apparently the 230 extremely violent and dangerous long-term prisoners being housed there need a permanent fuck-boy for whenever they get randy. I'm told if they're getting sucked off and their fucking boy-pussy all the time, they don't seem to get in as much trouble as they do when they're not getting their rocks off!" I finished, now acting as if the subject was too boring to continue discussing.
When I looked up into faggot-girl's face, for the first time I thought I might have overstepped the mark. He was livid, his face deep red, his blue eyes full of hatred and fury! He was standing there ready to launch himself at me, with his huge hands clenched into fists.
And strangely enough, he turned me on like I'd never been turned on before.
He looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, so erotically spectacular that my cock nearly burst watching him shaking in rage. And as he stood there, like a young mighty gladiator, looking not too bad in the hand-me-down clothes provided for him, I wondered what it would be like to fuck him right there and then.
"It was you from the beginning, wasn't it? You did all this, just to hurt me! Just to get back at me for hitting you! You fucking cunt! You're the one who destroyed my family...! And my parents...! You...! How could...! My brothers...!" he couldn't go on.
He was shaking violently with rage, and as the queer-girl suddenly took a step towards me, I quickly stepped back.
"Punishment Level 2, proceed!"
Before the faggot-girl knew what'd hit him, the tiny neural punishment unit embedded into the nano-circuitry of the micro-chip recently injected into Brad's spine, sent out a rapid series of energy pulses that frayed every nerve ending in the faggot's body.
Within seconds he'd collapsed on the floor and was floundering around, his muscled limbs shuddering and jerking spasmodically. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to scream but not a sound came out. His limbs flung out and cramped back close to his sides as searing pain lashed his entire body simultaneously.
I laughed as I watched the faggot-girl convulse before me, perspiration pouring off him as wave after wave of agonising pain racked his traumatised body. My initial setting of level 2' was truly inspiring, and I wondered what would happen to the poor slave who felt the full power of level 12'.
30 seconds later, as the energy pulses stopped, the faggot-girl lay there gasping, trying desperately to breathe as his chest heaved. Tears poured from his terrified bulging blue eyes and he sobbed uncontrollably as he curled himself into a fetal position, moaning as the last residues of the agony he'd suffered abated.
Well, at least that part of the micro-chip works, I said to myself smiling happily as I looked down at the queer-girl trembling there before me.
Yes, this was how it should be! I sighed happily as I looked down at the queer-cunt panting and gasping in shocked pain at my feet.
Fag was getting his breathe back as I was watching, so just for the fun of it, I smiled as I decided to see what would happen if I increased the punishment level.
"Punishment Level 4, proceed!" I commanded.
The effect on faggot was instantaneous and spectacular. Flopping about on his back, his limbs cramped and paralysed up against his body, he again bucked and spasmed, shuddered and shook all over far more violently than he did the first time. His eyes bulged out even further and spittle sprayed from his gaping silently screaming mouth.
And as his body began to stop trembling in pain, I again raised my voice.
"Punishment Level 5, proceed!"
It was a long few minutes before the faggot finally calmed down and once the energy pulses had stopped, it still took the fag more than 3 minutes to regain conscious awareness as the intense seizures of pure searing agony continued to torture every nerve ending of his body. And then another 6 minutes of struggling pathetically around as he tried to make his body and muscles move so he could pull himself up onto his knees.
"Oh, for fuck sake, get up on your feet! You're starting to really bore me now, and I've got more important things to attend to than worrying about you and you fucking brothers, faggot!" I said.
Precariously, shaking all over, he finally got to his feet. With snort leaking from his nose, tear rolling down his cheeks and snuffling back weakly at the sobs that racked his large tortured muscular body, he managed to look me in the face.
"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let me take my brothers out of here! I've got to protect them, and I'm all they have now! I'll do whatever you want, I promise!" he said softly, his voice breaking as he sobbed openly in front of me.
"Well, well, well! Here we are and the mighty captain of our football team is begging me to save him and his brothers. But it isn't good enough that I've just freed you, is it? No thanks from you for that little bit of compassion! Now you want me to do more?" I spat at him sneering.
"Now listen to me real carefully, you stupid faggot cunt!" I said.
"You're right! It was me! I did this to you. To you, and to your whole fucked up mongoloid family! And do you want to know why, slave? Because I hate your putrid fucking guts! And just for your info, I've always hated you, since the day you first enrolled in my school."
"And seeing you like this, standing before me begging, offering to do anything I want, just confirms the utter revulsion I have towards you!" I told him in a low ominous voice, watching the frightened broken look deepen within his eyes as he absorbed what I was saying.
"Now you know the truth! And there's not a damned thing you can do about it because that micro-chip in your spine will make you do whatever I want, regardless of the fact I've just let you go free. Now if I were you, I suggest you get your fucking act together, and hurry on out of here, and hope to God I never see you again!" I snarled scornfully.
"And just remember this, faggot-girl! After one month, your brothers will be sold as I told you, and I'll make a nice tidy profit. So you better get used to the idea that you're now all alone in the big wide world, cunt!" I said, digging the barb in deeper as I sneered at him.
"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let my brothers go!" Faggot-girl blubbered, looking at me in the most soulful doe-eyed way as he suddenly sunk down to his knees in front of me.
This was it! The moment I'd been waiting for had arrived! Immediately I changed tacked, and speaking to him in a clear firm voice, I ordered him to look up into my eyes.
"Okay faggot-girl! I'll make a deal with you! All you have to do is turn up at my place in ten days time. Some of my friends will be there, and I want you to get on your knees and beg me to suck my dick. And then you're going to beg me to fuck you!"
"Once I've finished with you, you're going to do the same with my friends. If by the end of the night I'm happy with your total obedience and performance, you will then voluntarily sign a legal document which will make you my little brother's personal pleasure slave. If you do this, then I won't sell your brothers, and I'll hand them over to you to do with as you please." I added.
"It's totally up to you, Brad! Of course, it shouldn't worry you when it comes to sucking cock, or getting fucked up the arse, especially after what I've just witnessed here today. Anyway, you've got ten days to make up your mind." I finished.
"I'll do whatever you want, but what about my brothers? I need to see them before I leave! They need to know that everything will be alright!" he wept, groaning in despair as he looked up at me.
"No, you can't see them until after ten days. Don't worry! I'll go explain everything to them now. They will of course stay here until the end of this week and then they'll be sent to my home. They'll both be kept safe and sound. In fact, if you decide to agree to my terms, you'll be living with them before you know it, looking after them! Now get up on your feet and walk out before I have a change of heart." I said dismissing him completely.
All I wanted to do now was go and check on my two new slaves and sample their cock sucking and arse fucking delights.
3.2 Brad Cahill - A Cry in the Night
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill ^Ö Pleasure Slave)
It's true to say I now lived in terror of the implanted micro-chip, the slave's ultimate pleasure and punishment device.
The effects on my young 18 year old mind and body that first time were devastating, resulting in me instantly understanding my life had changed forever and I was now just a slave and I would from now on have to submit completely, obediently to any and all free citizens.
And regardless of how tall and muscular I was, how good looking people told me I was, or how well known I used to be, I knew now I was nothing but a common slave, a slave in a world that saw us as expendable labour, like animals to be bartered and sold as disposable commodities to prop up our national economy.
Many people might think that I should have put up more of a fight as soon as I met the six Slave Enforcement Officers. As I'd invited them into my room, many might imagine I could have quickly slipped past them and made my escape.
But life isn't like that, and I know now I really didn't have a chance. They knew what to expect, like the many other free citizens they'd enslaved before me, so I knew it would have been pointless to struggle.
Others might think I shouldn't have submitted so quickly to their rampant lusts, that a real hetero guy like I'm supposed to be would have somehow fought back against the micro-chip's inbuilt program.
If that's the case, they don't know what they're talking about. The fact that the micro-chip implanted in me had the ability to completely take control of my body and everything I did is prove enough that there was nothing I could do to fight back.
For three long hours, against my will, I had no choice but to let them use my mouth and my arsehole over and over again. When they ordered me to look up into their leering grinning faces and smile, with their cocks still jammed all the way in my mouth, I found myself forced to smile.
And every time they ejaculated in my mouth, I obediently swallowed their endless amounts thick sticky sperm. I can make no excuses for my total submission and inability to fight back, except my ability to rebel had been completely stripped away from me.
And when Officer Downing ordered me to sit on his lap so he could hug me closely and masturbate me, I admit being unable to stop myself from responding to his lecherous touch, as he made me become fully erect in his fisted jerking hand, ordering me to concentrate totally on making myself cum.
Yes, I'd felt humiliated and degraded. And I can tell you I wept openly as I felt my budding maleness and youthful masculinity slipping away from me as I finally realised I was no longer a real man.
But in my fragile shocked state of mind, I knew I had no choice but to obey. There was no fighting back. Most importantly, I knew I couldn't fight back against the all-commanding micro-chip injected into my spine.
When they'd finally finished fucking my mouth and my arsehole and the three long hours were finally up, they redressed, re-cuffed me and then walked me out of my dorm room naked. With Officer Conroy holding tightly onto my fully erect penis, and pulling me along as he quickly led the way out of the dorm, we exited the campus house and crossed the dark student car park where they bundled me naked into the boot of their patrol car.
There was no-one around, and to my surprise, even after the oral and anal abuse I'd been subjected to for those three long hours, I still sighed with shuddering grateful relief that none of the other guys from school were out and about at that time in the morning to witness my complete degradation and enslavement.
Ten minutes later, after we arrived at the Federal Internal Taxation Office, I was ushered through the slave entrance of the tall 48 floor skyscraper, and taken straight to a holding cell where my plasti-cuffs were removed and I was locked up by myself.
Left alone with my own frightened nightmarish thoughts, I immediately thought about my family, wondering where they might be, if they were okay. And as images of my father, mother, Sean and Justin, flooded my head, I lay down on the thin rubber mat in the middle of the cell that served as a bed, and suddenly broke down and started sobbing.
I think I fell asleep, exhausted by the events of the previous evening, and I remember having some horrifying dreams that taunted me, where my parents and brothers smiling happily would come and see me, and then melt away and vanish as soon as I reached out to hug them.
It was the clanging and opening of the solid metal cell door that woke me, and as I sat up staring in fear at the person walking in, I tried to calm myself down, to concentrate on what was happening.
"You slave, you should be up on your feet, or on your knees if you're not quick enough to stand, assuming the traditional mandatory slave position. Now get up off your lazy ass, do what I've said, or by God, I'll have you punished in ways you can only imagine!" the sharply dressed grey haired man scolded me.
Immediately I was on my feet, my legs wide apart, my hands behind my back, my head bowed low, and my crotch pushed out in front of me as far as possible, trembling uncontrollably in fear. Also, my penis suddenly became rock-hard, jutting out and up nearly flat against my stomach.
The man, who was probably in his late 50's and dressed in a stylish suit, smiled as he watched me quickly take the slave position. Immediately he walked up to me and took my thick erect penis in his hand.
Instantly tears of frustration flowed down my grimacing beet-red face as I felt his fingers stroking me, tickling my piss slit. And as the straight young teenage guy inside me rebelled in repulsed anger, I tried to step back out of reach of his molesting fingers. But to my distress and utter surprise, I instantly found myself pushing my groin out even further, unable to stop myself from enjoying the sensations his stroking hand was having on my erection.
Again tears rolled down my face as I realised my body was betraying me, regardless of the revulsion I felt deep down inside.
"Not that you need to know, but my name is Mr Pearson, and I run this agency. Thought I'd come down here personally and see for myself the new slave everyone is talking about." He said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked muscled body as he continued fondling me.
"Yes, you are an extremely good looking slave. And by the looks of it, you're a lucky one too. Seems you'll be keeping your foreskin, and you won't be branded like all the other slaves usually are. Of course, you will be having all your body hair permanently removed, except for the hair on your head." he said nonchalantly, while cupping my hairy balls and weighing them in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face, stunning me.
"When I speak to you slave, I expect you to respond! I'll not punish you this time, but next time...! Now here are a few pointers of what's expected of you, slave, and you'd better not forget what I tell you!" he glared at me.
"Whenever a free citizen enters your presence, you will immediately assume the mandatory slave position. Whenever a free citizen man speaks to you, you will always respond with Sir, yes Sir'. If it's a free citizen women you will always respond Ma'am, yes Ma'am'. Do you understand slave?" he said.
"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied instantly, tears still spilling from my eyes.
"Good slave. I think you might just make an acceptable slave yet. In fact, I hope you do. As it is, I must admit I wouldn't mind fucking that cute looking mouth and boy-pussy of yours now. We don't usually get many handsome young slaves like you in here, and I've got some free time before my first meeting this morning." he added, as he returned his hand to my erect penis and stroked it, fingering my piss slit once again.
"Anyway, it appears the court has decided to grant you permission to see your parents for one last time, slave. I believe you'd like that, wouldn't you slave?" he state, and this time he slowly reached down and pulled the zip of his pants down as he waited for my reply, watching me closely to see how I reacted.
But to his surprise, and my own, at the mention of my parents I'd instantly dropped to my knees and lifted my head and started to plead with him, suddenly babbling on, nearly hysterical.
"Sir, oh please! Please may I see them? I don't know what's happening, and I'm worried about my br..."
Instantly I was cut off as he once again slapped me hard across my startled face.
"Shut the fuck up, slave! You'll be told what you need to know and nothing more! Now how much do you want to see your parents, slave?" he scowled angrily at me, before stepping back, undoing his top trouser button so his freshly laundered business pants slid down his skinny hairy legs to lay crumpled up around his ankles.
I immediately assumed the slave position on my knees, with my head bowed low, trying not to cry as I answered him. Again I felt another piece of my young teenage maleness slipping away.
"Sir, I'll do anything you want, Sir! Sir, please may I see my parents, Sir?" I responded, my voice quivering, feeling the bile rise in my gut as I knew what he'd make me do next.
"I thought you'd say that, slave! So why don't you hobble forward on your knees, look me in the face and smile, and then ask me real nicely to suck my dick. If you sound convincing, and I don't have to trigger your micro-chip or your `pleasure level' program, and there's a twinkle in those boyish blue eyes of yours, I might let you see them one last time. If you don't sound convincing, then you'll have just wasted the last chance you'll ever get to see them." he said.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him he was a real fucked up sicko. As my revolted mind tried to make sense of the lunacy surrounding me, I immediately knew I couldn't fight him.
So, sobbing back a heart breaking groan that threatened to escape, I quickly moved forward on my knees and made myself smile up at him.
I knew this was my only chance to find out what the hell was happening, so choking down any disgust I might have felt, or any young manly pride I might still have had, I looked him in the eyes and began begging him to allow me to suck his cock.
I pleaded in a loud voice, trying to make my voice sound husky with desire and at times breaking with emotion as I implored him. And as I looked up into his face, I found myself praying to God that he'd let me do it, that he'd let me suck him off, just so I could finally see my parents.
The grey haired man looked down at me with an appreciative wolfish grin on his face, enjoying the humiliating way I was begging to suck his dick. His eyes were half closed, his breathing was shallow, and then he gestured me to move forward in front of him.
"Yes, you definitely are a good looking young slave. Now reach up and carefully lower the front of my underwear and when my stiff dick pops out, I want you to lick and kiss it for a while." he said, watching me carefully as suddenly the micro-chip in me took over and I found myself leaning forward, reaching up to do what he'd instructed of me.
"Mmmm, that feels wonderful! Worship my cock for a little bit more, slave! Oh yes, that's very nice! Now use that cute pointy tongue of yours to lick my piss slit. That's it, a few more times! Oh yes! Now reach around behind me and take each of my arse cheeks in your hands and start massaging and kneading them as you take my whole prick all the way into your mouth!" he said, sighing and moaning softly at times as I obeyed him.
As I began sucking him off, while massaging and caressing his arse cheeks, he grabbed the back of my head and started running his hands through my blond hair.
"Yes, indeed! You are a good looking cock-sucking slave. A very handsome young cock sucker who will definitely make some very rich free citizen a very happy man! Now start sucking me off harder while I fuck your face, cock sucker. Suck me off like the good little blond bitch I know you are! And moan real loud for me, slave! Moan as if you really love giving me pleasure!" he grunted as I obeyed him, taking the full length of his pulsating erect five and a half inch cock all the way to the back of my mouth as he gripped clumps of my hair in his fists and slammed his thrusting groin into my face.
It didn't take him long to cum, but as he shot his salty thick sperm into my sucking mouth, he ordered me not to swallow, to hold it in my mouth as he slowly slid his deflating uncut cock from between my tight lips.
"Yes, that was very nice, slave. A bit more practice and you'll be an expert before you know it. Now open up wide and show me how full your mouth is." he said as he stood there looking down at me.
I opened up wide and showed him his thick globs of sticky man seed covering my tongue and filling the back of my mouth, and then he told me to swallow it all. Then ordering me to lean forward once again, he told me to gently suck his now flaccid dick clean while sticking my tongue under his foreskin at the same time.
"Well slave, I promised you I'd take you to see your parents, but I want you to do two more things before we head off. Firstly, I think I'd really like to see you masturbating yourself! Such a strong good looking slave like you should be able to put on quite an entertaining show. And if you do it as well as you sucked my cock, I may even let you see your little brothers as well. Do you understand me?" he said patiently, an evil smile crossing his face as he looked down at me kneeling before him.
Immediately, even though I was still on my knees, I found myself automatically placing my hands behind my back, lowering my head, and thrusting my crotch up towards him, all against my will.
"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied softly, my mind empty of all emotions or feelings as I now prepared myself to do any perverted thing this man might want me to do. But I didn't try and fight against the commands my micro-chip were sending to my brain as I knew this may also be the only opportunity to see my brothers as well.
"Secondly, after you've masturbated yourself, you're going to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you. It would be criminal if I didn't sample your boy-pussy while you were in my care. Of course, you'd better make my riding your pussy very good for me as well, understand?" he smiled at me. Again I heard myself answer I would do what he wanted.
"Okay then, slave. Let's get you enjoying this as well. Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" he commanded in a firm voice. Instantly my body was swamped with exquisite feelings of pure pleasure as I followed his instructions.
"Now lie down on your back in the middle of the floor here. That's it! Spread your legs apart as wide as you can, lift your head up and smile at me. Good slave! Now start jerking off, get that cock of yours as hard as you can, and make it look as erotic as you can. Ah very nice indeed!" he continued.
"Okay, now when you feel you're about to ejaculate, I want you to aim that big cock of yours at your face, open your mouth as wide as you can, move your head down as far as you can, and catch as much of your own spurting boy juices in your mouth." he said, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
Again my micro-chip kicked in as I lay there with my legs spread wide apart, on my back in the middle of the cell, obediently jerking my rock-hard dick as he'd instructed. And smiling as sensually as I could, I looked up into his face, and started moaning and grunting, hoping the noises I was making would add to the erotic image of my squirming humping naked body as I furiously masturbated myself in front of him.
"Yes, very nice! Now do it faster! Oh yes that's good! Now bounce your buttocks up and down off the floor, get a steady rhythm going! Mmmm, very good slave! Now reach down with your other hand and squeeze and pull on those huge fat hairy balls of yours." he added.
Before I knew it, regardless of the fact I was completely ashamed and humiliated by what I was being forced to do and my face was bright red with degradation by this stage, I felt the familiar tingling churning in my large tightening scrotal sac, which meant I was on the verge of blowing my load.
Quickly I spread my legs even further, hunched my chest forward a fraction so I could move my head further down, aimed my throbbing eight and a half inch erect cock at my wide open mouth and blasted four powerful spurts of my shooting sperm between my widely stretched lips. I was gasping for desperately needed breathe by this stage and the remaining spunk that shot out of my spluttering cock splashed all over my face and chest before I finally collapsed flat on my back.
"Now that was something worth seeing, slave! Of course, you can scoop up that mess you've made all over yourself with your fingers, and use it to slick up my penis." he laughed as he watched me get up off my back, scoop up my own cum and apply it thickly to his erect cock.
And as he'd indicated earlier, I found myself obediently turning around quickly as I got onto my hands and knees, and offered up my bottom to him.
"Sir, please fuck my boy-pussy for me, please Sir! Sir, please fuck my tight little vagina as hard as you can, please Sir!" I intoned in a loud voice, unable to stop myself from saying the horridly disgusting words that sent an invisible knife of despair through my heart.
"Yes, that's it! Now let's increase your pleasure program while I'm fucking you. Pleasure Level 4, proceed!" he commanded as he drove his cock into my quivering twitching anus.
Again my arsehole gripped at his penis as he slid it all the way up into me, massaging and caressing it, milking its full throbbing length. Again my body quivered and trembled uncontrollably as waves of pure pleasure washed my entire being as I felt him lie flat on my back, wrap his arms around my chest as he set up a steady rapid fuck-motion.
"Uhhhh, that's good slave! Squeeze my cock harder, queer-slave! That's it, get your vaginal flaps squeezing tighter! Oh yes, make my dick feel really good, slave!" he moaned over and over again as he fucked me as hard as he could.
Finally he shuddered all over and grunted as he shot his load deep into me, and as he pulled out of me, he ordered me to turn round and lick his penis and balls clean.
"Okay slave. That was very good indeed! Now why don't we go and see your family." he said, and still breathing heavily, I stood up and obeyed him as he motioned me to follow him out of the door.
I was led through a maze of corridors and up and down many elevators. Eventually I was ushered into a brightly lit room where I was once again left by myself. The room wasn't very wide, yet seemed to be quite long, painted entirely grey and had no furnishings in it at all. There were no windows, no paintings or posters on the wall, and I looked around in confusion, wondering why I'd been brought here.
Then to my astonishment, the entire left wall began to brighten, shimmering as it became transparent as I turned and stared at it.
More importantly, as the wall became crystal clear, there stood my father and mother, and my two brothers on the other side, looking back at me.
The relief I felt as soon as I saw my family was short lived though. I realised they were each standing in four separate rooms that backed onto the long one I was in. And the rooms they were in seemed more like tiny cells. It also became apparent they couldn't see or hear each other, only me at the far end of their cells.
They too were all naked, and I immediately dropped my eyes as I watched my mother trying to cover herself with her hands. Of course, I didn't care if I was naked. All that mattered was I could see them all, and before I knew what I was doing, I rushed up to the clear plastic wall separating us and touched my hands to it.
Instantly I was thrown back, as a charge of electricity passed through me and threw me against the wall behind me. Staggering, I climbed back onto my feet and gingerly looked to where my father stood.
Instantly I started crying, cursing loudly as I tried to understand why the authorities would have beaten him so severely. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, his nose smashed to mush, and his lips were puffed up and bleeding every time tried to move his mouth. He was stooped over, and he stood unsteadily in the centre of the small cell he was in.
"Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me? What's happening! Please, Dad?" I blubbered, trying to see him through my tears, heart broken by the sight of his poor broken body.
"Brad? Is that you? Ah yes, I can just make you out there. I'm so sorry son, but they forced a confession out of me. I wasn't strong enough to resist. Please forgive me, but I had to do what they said! If I didn't sign the papers, they were going to castrate you all, and then sell you to some slave market in the Middle East. I couldn't let them do that to my boys." Dad said in a hushed pain-racked voice.
"Son, listen to me! I don't think I have very much time. I want you to look out for your brothers and make sure they're okay. I've always been proud of you son, so try your best and keep an eye on them." he said, a horrible rasping sound coming from his chest as he spoke. Behind him, as I watched in shock, a door opened and in came three large masked men in white coveralls. And before I could say anything, my father was quickly dragged limping out of the small cell.
My head was swimming. I didn't know what to do. I moved along the transparent wall until I could see my mother. She'd turned her back on me, so I couldn't see her nakedness, or how beaten up she was as well, and keeping her eyes low, she spoke in a sad broken voice.
"Brad! Son! Can you hear me? Now don't say anything, because I don't think they'll let us speak for long. If you see your father, tell him I love him. And always remember to look out for your brothers, no matter what happens." She gasped out, and I could see that she was hurting every time she spoke.
"You're all Sean and Justin have now, and they'll need your strength too, to survive what's happening, and what lays ahead in the future for you all. And Brad, always remember I love you boys with all my heart!" my mother finished, sobbing softly as the door behind her opened, and she too was unceremoniously dragged away, leaving the small room she'd been in empty.
By now I was frantic, hysterical. What the fuck was going on? Why were the state authorities doing this to us? I couldn't fathom it, and again I moved quickly to where I could see Sean, staring back at me with a mixture of pure joy and complete terror plastered on his face.
"Are you okay Sean? Have they hurt you? Can you hear me?" I rattled off, fearing he too would be dragged away before I'd had time to speak with him.
"Brad, yes I can hear you. I'm scared, really scared, and I don't know what's happening!" Sean said in a frightened trembling voice.
As had happened with both my parents, a door opened at the other end of the room, and in walked four masked men in white overalls. Moaning now, thinking they were going to drag Sean away, I tried to scream at Sean to look at me, but I stopped dumbfounded as each of the men began undressing.
Immediately they surrounded Sean and began beating him up, ordering him to get onto his hands and knees. Sean was crying in pain and terror as he obeyed, and then I watched in horror as one of the men knelt behind him and another man knelt in front of his head.
It was crazy! All I could do was look on as both men proceeded to shove their large erect dicks into Sean's mouth and up his arsehole. And when they set up a serious fuck-pace, I felt myself fall to the ground on my knees, begging them to stop it, to leave my brother alone.
They took their time, and I could see they were enjoying every moment of it as they raped Sean. Horrible squelching sounds as thick penises slammed up his rectum and loud gagging noises as rigid cocks pounded down his throat reverberated over the pa system connecting the two rooms, and as I watched in horror, each man began striking Sean's naked body with their fists as they continued to violently fuck him.
After all four had finished, without saying anything, they got up redressed, and walked out the door, leaving Sean lying sobbing on the cold tiled floor.
Suddenly, before I could respond, a section of the transparent wall directly in front of me popped out towards me, and to my surprise, it allowed me to enter and race over to Sean. Instantly I hugged him close to me. I couldn't stop crying, but after I'd checked him out, made sure he wasn't injured too badly, I carried him out of that room, and lay him on the floor.
Quickly I got up and stepped up close to the transparent wall again and looked straight at Justin, my youngest brother, standing in the last small cell.
"Justin, can you hear me? Are you alright? Please Justin? Just say something so I know you're okay?" I rattled on loudly, again becoming frantic as I tried to get his attention as I stared at his lowered head, at how his naked body shook all over in fear.
Again I watched in horror as the same thing that had happened to Sean, now happened to Justin. In walked four different men in white overalls, and this time as they stripped off, they began beating upon my little brother ordering him to get onto his back.
Poor Justin didn't have a chance as the four men sodomised him over and over again, crying and screaming for help each time they took their turns. Again, as with Sean, once they'd fucked him about two times each, they got up, dressed and left Justin lying curled up in a fetal position on his side as he moaned in agony and sobbed uncontrollably.
Suddenly a section of the transparent wall popped in front of his cell as well, and as I watched it swing towards me, I raced inside, grabbed Justin's limp body up into my arms and carried him out to where Sean lay shivering, and hugged him close to my chest. Instantly he looked up into my face, a stunned look on his face and then he broke down and started sobbing.
In moments, we had all sunk to the floor, and sitting there I couldn't help but hug them close to my naked body, as if the mere action would somehow protect us all.
Of course it wasn't enough.
As I held them to my chest, trying to comfort them, I couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face. For maybe twenty minutes we stayed like that, when suddenly twelve men in white overalls walked into the room to encircle us, ordering us to stand up and assume the mandatory slave position as.
But my memory fades of the horrible events that followed. I remember vaguely how I trembled in fear and shame as I'd tried to protest angrily, tried to scream out and struggle against six of these men who'd stepped forward. But all to no avail as my micro-chip kicked in and made me do what they demanded.
And as I'd fallen to my knees, feeling impotent and powerless, I'd watched with tears in my eyes as Justin and Sean were pushed down onto their knees next to me, I then watched in terror as three of the men stepped forward, unbuttoning their overalls, ordering us to blow them.
I was supposed to protect my brothers, but there was nothing I could do. I felt useless, desperate and utterly despondent as I watched the fear on my brothers faces growing. I know at the time I didn't care what they did to me. But when it came to Sean and Justin, well I couldn't just kneel there and see them shamed and degraded like this. But there was nothing I could do. Especially when I heard my little brother Justin start to sob, his small firm naked body shaking all over, looking at me and pleading for me to save him.
Again the terrifying memory of my micro-chip's obedience program forcing me to be completely submissive, rendering me incapable of protecting my brothers from these perverts and what they were trying to force us to do.
I remember how I thought I was going insane, that this just couldn't be happening. How I'd looked frantically at both Sean and Justin frightened faces, my terrified eyes begging them to forgive me that I couldn't protect them.
Yes, I can still remember how my two brothers had watched me as my micro-chip forced me to turn back around to face the first fat smelly man standing before me. I remember how I'd taken his rancid penis into my mouth, one of many erect penises I would be forced to suck.
I don't remember how long I stayed on my knees, but I remember with shame the continuous sounds of myself and my brothers slurping and sucking deeply on the rampant thrusting penises shoved into our mouth, of the many loud vicious open-palmed stinging slaps across our faces echoing throughout the room. How the three of us, side by side, obediently swallowing each of the twelve men's continuous spurts of endless sperm.
And yes, I can vaguely remember how the three of us finally gave up struggling to over-ride the micro-chips injected into our spines. How my brothers and I sank into a state of utter shock, and we'd obediently responded to their orders to pretend we actually loved sucking them off. How we quickly reached up with our trembling hands and gently caressed and massaged the hairy chests, stomachs, inner thighs and tenderly cupped and squeezed the huge dangling testicles of the men we were sucking off.
For four long hours we were kept in that small elongated room, the sounds of us moaning and cooing in pleasure filling the room as we fellated these smelly grunting farting men and then orally pleasured any other men who happened to walk in.
It's strange to look back and realise there is actually a huge gap of time missing in my mind. I don't remember anything but a few static images of how my two younger brothers and I were then pushed onto our backs and then made to beg each man to fuck us as hard as possible.
The micro-chips in each of our spines had by now taken over completely, making us lift our legs into the air and spread them as far as possible. And as each man mounted us, fucking us as hard as they could, we lay there and thanked them over and over again for making us into their personal bitches, their faggot whore.
But the worst was when they made us fuck and suck each other. I wept with despair and shame as I submitted to the men's demands unable to stop myself from sucking off my two brothers, and then fucking them as hard and brutally as I could when directed.
For four horrendous hours we were made to suck each other off, to repeatedly sixty-nine with each other before we were made to take turns anally penetrate each other.
I vaguely remember how it all finally it came to an end.
Of them finally making us stand and assume the mandatory slave position, of them taking hold of the leaking knobs of our fully erect cocks and leading us off to get finger-printed, photographed and showered.
I have the vaguest recollection of being brought before the slave courts, of the presiding judge authorising our "Lifetime" enslavement and then our immediate transportation to the state-owned `Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.
But I do remember clearly the agony and pain of my micro-chip's punishment unit being used on me to snap me out of my shocked dazed state, how the slave facility officers laughed as they raised it to `Level 2', and how I had felt a huge piece of my inner-self die in that instant.
And then the nightmare got worse.
Our training began in serious. I do remember I couldn't do anything to protect Sean or Justin, as we were punished for the smallest infractions.
I watched in horror as our body hair was permanently removed, how we all looked like grotesquely tall pre-pubescent boys standing in the mandatory slave position, there in the sterile shower block, as they hosed the smeared on hair removal crème from our bodies.
Once again Sean, Justin and I found ourselves placed in a single cell together. I'd wept as I realised we were being kept together, and I remember hugging them both close to me. Justin had the look of a desperately lost puppy, his eyes glancing frantically around in terror at our surroundings, while Sean was nearly always hysterical. I really wasn't any better, suffering from anxiety and stress as I wondered what was going to happen to us.
I remember how ashamed and humiliated I felt on that first night, when a booming voice sounding over a loud speaker, set our pleasure level programs to 3, and then ordered us to start practicing oral and anal sex on each. At first I tried to rebel, and again I was punished severely until my micro-chip kicked in and I found myself doing what was ordered of me. Whenever we had any free time, which was usually only late at night, we were required to suck each other off, and viciously fuck each other no matter how tired we were.
I can still remember how everyday I was disciplined about three or four times a day. All they needed to punish us was verbally announce the punishment level they wanted, and instantly we would suffer the excruciating agony that followed.
But the most humiliating thing done to us was when the on-duty officers sent for Sean, Justin and I. Every late afternoon, we would be brought to the officer's lodge where we were forced to orally and anally perform for them.
In the officer's lodge there would always be about 8 or 9 men lounging around, and as we stood in the mandatory slave position before them, we would initially be made to masturbate for long periods before they took us off to designated cots and proceeded to use us for their personal pleasure.
I know my will and my mind were completely broken the first time we were escorted there. Ordered onto my knees before my two brothers, I was forced to take each of their thick teenage penises into my mouth and pleasure them to the best of my abilities. My micro-chip's pleasure mode was set at `Level 3' at all times, and I was unable to stop myself doing what was commanded of me.
But they were instructed not to cum, as the officers had decided it would be more fun to watch Sean and Justin fuck me. Ordered onto my back in the middle of the room, Sean was made to mount me, with my legs resting on his back. Obediently he fucked me, his face sad with utter shame, and once he'd finished, ejaculating deep up inside me, I was then forced onto my hands and knees where Justin was made enter me from behind.
With our pleasure modes set, we acted out the roles they demanded of us, spoke like the little boys they expected us to be, and for many hours each afternoon, we continued to perform for them before they took us off individually and made us pleasure them until they were tired of us and send us back to the slave barracks.
Time seemed to fly by, but I knew we had only been there a few weeks when Master Noel suddenly turned up unannounced. At the time, I didn't know what was happening as we'd been marched towards the small visitor's office and instructed to be on our best behaviour.
Neither my brothers nor I knew who we were seeing, and my greatest fear at the time was they were finally going to split us up, separate us forever.
Oh how I had nearly cried with relief when I saw Master Noel. It didn't matter that we'd had a few scuffles at school, or even that he mightn't have liked me that much. We were fellow high school students and football players on the same team.
To me, I remember thinking instantly here was someone who could help us. But I also knew he was a free citizen and I was now only a broken obedient slave. The brutal training I'd undertaken so far made me stand perfectly still in the mandatory slave position, and only when Master Noel gave me permission did I look up.
I remember that first time I saw him looking at me so sad. And as I realised what I must have looked like to him, completely naked, with my erect cock straining as it stood up ready for his inspection, I nearly broke down and wept then and there if it weren't for my micro-chip keeping me in check.
But more importantly, I remember how ashamed and humiliated I was that he was seeing me like this.
Then he suddenly said he'd help me. I found myself lost for words, unable to express my gratitude to him for saving me and my brothers from this horrible nightmare.
I remember the trip to the manager's office was a humiliation I tried to put out of my mind. For Noel to see me fall to my knees and perform oral on that large fat man, and then for him to see me being fucked up my arse and jerked off at the same time until I came all over myself, well, I'd hoped he knew I had no choice but to obey.
But as I was dressing, I was stunned when Noel told me I was free but not my brothers. That's when I finally realised that Noel was the perpetrator of my whole family's enslavement and I suddenly felt myself crack. In an instant, I wanted to kill him, rip him limb from limb. I wanted to take his neck in my hands and squeeze the very life from his body.
And then before I knew what hit me, he used my micro-chip's punishment mode on me. Instantly I'd collapsed and felt the searing agony once again, and as he used it on me a second and then third time, he increased the power to a level I'd never experienced before.
And so I begged Noel to please give me back my brothers. Yes I remember pleading with him, telling him I'd do anything he wanted if he would just let me take my brothers out of that slave training facility.
But he wouldn't budge until I agreed to his conditions.
I was to turn up at his place, and with his best friends watching me, I was to get on my knees and beg to suck his cock and then beg him to fuck me. And then I was to let them use me the same way.
If I did what he wanted, and he was happy with how I performed, and if I signed a paper that would make his younger brother Evan my master and his personal pleasure slave, then he would hand over my brothers to me.
And so I was freed, allowed to leave that terrifying slave training facility to decide what I wanted to do. By then, I didn't care. I'd do anything for my brothers and if this was the only way I could help them, so be it!
So I went back home to find it had been left untouched since my parents and brothers had been dragged from there, and in a daze, I slumped onto my bed and cried myself to sleep.
The next day I wandered around, not knowing what to do. Whenever anyone looked at me, I'd hang my head in shame, thinking they knew I'd been enslaved and made to do things that had humiliated and degraded me.
I realised the three week long slave training program had altered me permanently, as I trembled whenever I saw other free citizen's with their slaves.
After six days I went back to school. There was nothing else I could do, and I thought maybe if I could see Noel, maybe ask him to be reasonable, to even beg him again to let me have my brothers back.
That's when I saw Evan showing off Sean. I followed him from a distance, not wanting either of them to know I was watching them. I knew Sean was being forced to have oral sex with anyone Evan told him to do it with, but it was only when I heard Sean's loud piercing screams coming from one of the students' private resting rooms, that I burst in to find Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond sodomising my brother in the most vicious and cruel way.
Instantly I struck out, lifting Steve above my head and throwing him against the opposite wall and then beating the crap out of Trevor. For the first time since I'd been released I hugged poor Sean's badly beaten naked body close to me, whispering in his ears that everything would be alright, that I would make things better.
And when I turned my head and saw Evan looking at me and then at Sean strangely, I lost my head and went off at him. He was terrified and confused, and then I realised he might not have known Sean was my brother.
But that's when Noel walked in, and behind him stood Justin. I didn't really listen to what Noel had to say, all my attention was focused on my two brothers.
That was when I knew I had to do whatever Noel demanded of me. There were no choices here. If I didn't, I knew he was sick enough to follow through on his threats to sell my brothers and I'd lose them forever.
Also, with the micro-chip still implanted within my spine, I knew I wasn't really free. I was only being allowed to wander around, as if in limbo, waiting until Noel chose the moment to reel me back in and finish off whatever horrible plan he'd set me up for.
To Be Continued...
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