2. Evan Morgan - Family Unity
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
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Sometimes I think I'm just so naïve. So stupidly
gullible!
Like the time when I was told Brad Cahill's parents had
suddenly taken him out of school so he could attend a
relative's funeral somewhere on the east coast.
At the time I found out, I remember feeling heart-felt
sympathy for him and his family's recent loss, but I
also looked forward to when he returned to school. In
my own closeted way, I missed Brad, especially watching
his handsome muscular body working out at football
training, as well as our regular talks when we bumped
into each other.
And I can tell you truthfully that I didn't connect his
sudden departure to anything my brother Noel might have
been involved in, even though Brad's departure for the
family funeral occurred the day after their fight.
How could I have known anything was out of the
ordinary, that something was terribly wrong?
How was I supposed to know that Noel had done something
so horrendous that would shock and horrify me when I
eventually found out?
Anyway, as I was soon to learn, my whole life was about
to be turned upside down as I was forced to make a
decision that would ultimately alienate me from my
parents and turn me against my own big brother Noel.
My parents, Senator James and Gracie Morgan, my eldest
brother Noel and I lived in the most expensive area of
town. Our family's considered one of the oldest and
richest families to have settled in the region more
than 200 years ago, and as such, we're held in the
highest regard.
In fact, my family was here decades before slavery
eventually reached its penultimate peak in the mid
1800's, before finally being abolished at the end of
the 19th century. And of course, my family was also one
of the first families in our state to immediately
benefit financially when slavery was re-introduced just
over 30 years ago.
And when you think about it, 30 years really isn't that
long ago. Everyone who was young then still remembers
how all the territories voted to re-instate slavery,
except for three states who abstained, and as such, New
Holland, Concordia and Levanda remained slave free. In
fact, it is actually illegal to own slaves there, or to
try and enslave anyone.
Thing is, I'd never really thought that much about
slavery, or voluntary indentured service, because both
Noel and I were born into a highly structured society
that already prized and indulged in the lucrative
commerce that arises from an international export
import slave policy.
In our house alone, we have over 50 slaves. We have 14
house slaves, 6 pleasure slaves belonging to my father
and brother, and 30 field slaves.
Anyway as Noel and I grew up, it was only natural that
we'd learn there is a class and caste structure that
automatically dictates where all individual members of
our society fit.
Unfortunately, I can honestly say I really took very
little interest in how the slaves on our own property
were managed. I knew we had an overseer, Mr Hendricks,
a huge stout weather-beaten faced middle aged man whose
permanent scowl scared me at times.
It was his job to ensure the highest level of
discipline among our slaves at all times. Although he
was an expert in his field, a professional slave and
RFID microchip and security technician, I must admit
I'd never actually witnessed any disciplinary measures
meted out by him.
To me, even at an early age, it all just seemed far too
barbarous, and my dear mother always kept me sheltered
from the harsh realities of slavery within our modern
society.
Of course, because of our family's very high social
status within the state, I wasn't blinded to the fact
it was our obligation to own and care for a large
number of very carefully trained well disciplined
slaves within our household. I mean, who else would
have looked after our daily needs, and work on the huge
plantations we owned.
In fact, I'd always had an elderly slave whom I've
known all my life to look after my needs. To me, he was
my personal valet, and his name was Monet. A gentle
very obedient and humble old man, he dressed in the
traditional slave outfit, a respectable knees-length
loin cloth, and waited on and cared for me in ways my
parents never had.
When I woke up in the morning, he was always there to
wash me and dress me. When I got back from school, he'd
make sure my after-school clothes were laid out neatly
and ready for me to change into. When I was ready for
bed, he was always there to tuck me in and read me
stories from my favourite fictional fantasy novels.
There was nothing sexual in it at all. He was just my
'friend'. Even though father and Noel insisted I get
myself my own personal pleasure slave, I just found the
idea far too disgusting for my liking.
Also, I had an unfounded fear that if I did go out and
select myself a pleasure slave, then everyone would
somehow know my biggest secret, that I was gay. I know
it was stupid of me, but it was a concern I had at the
time.
Of course Noel would sneer at me and call me a prude,
but I also liked to think of myself as romantic,
secretly waiting for the right person to come along and
sweep me off my feet. I also knew that wasn't going to
happen, especially in our enlightened times.
And even though Noel and my father always said Monet
was just an aging useless slave past his prime, I
didn't care one bit, as I don't think I really ever
thought of him as just a 'slave'.
To me, he had always been there whenever I needed his
kindness. To me, he was part of our family, a trusted
loyal friend I could always speak to.
Noel, on the other hand, owned an extremely good
looking young male slave, whose duties were to look
after every one of my brother's daily needs. Ever since
Noel had turned 15, my brother had suddenly insisted on
selling off his much older childhood slave.
And with my parents blessing, he'd gone out and bought
himself one of those very expensive pleasure slaves. A
year younger than my brother, Noel had named him
August, based solely on the fact he'd bought the slave
in the month of August.
August was the same height as Noel, gorgeously lean and
slender, and because he was kept naked at all times,
you couldn't but notice he had a rather long and thick
circumcised penis. Noel, of course, treated him like a
favourite pet most of the time, even letting August
grow his auburn coloured hair which the young slave was
ordered to keep short and stylised at all times.
From the day he'd brought August home, he'd loudly
proclaimed I was henceforth barred from his bedroom,
never to enter without his permission. Not that that
meant anything to me, as I never entered his room
anyway, for fear of eliciting his ever-growing fury and
cruelty.
As it is, I've always felt sorry for August because I
could tell he lived in constant fear of my brother. I
can only imagine what vile things Noel did to him in
the privacy of his own bedroom.
So it was on that fateful day, a month after my high
school sports hero Brad Cahill had knocked Noel
unconscious that my life was forever changed.
On that day, just before the sun had set, Noel had come
crashing into my bedroom, rambling on like a lunatic,
shouting at me excitedly to follow him to the main
study.
"Come on slack-ass! Boy, have I got a surprise for
you?" Noel had rattled on, urging me to hurry up and
follow him. But when I'd cringed away from him in
distrust and confusion, unable to understand his
enthusiasm and near manic eagerness, he'd lifted his
eyes to the ceiling in mock anguish, laughed as he
called me a fucking wimp, and then grabbed me painfully
by my arm and quickly dragged me towards the main study
room on the ground floor of our large 22 room estate
house.
To me, it was so unreal. Here he was, eagerly ushering
me along the great hallway, continually babbling on to
me in a hurried yet friendly, even brotherly manner, as
if we were close buddies or the like.
In a sense, I couldn't believe it was my brother
rushing me down the marble stairs and into the study,
wanting me for some obscure reason to share in whatever
good fortune had befallen him.
When I entered the room, I instantly noted two new
young slaves standing naked in the centre of the room.
As required by law, they were in the traditional
mandatory slave position, heads bowed low, hands behind
their backs; legs spread wide apart and hairless
crotches thrust forward to expose their fully erect
penises and testicles to everyone in the room.
Straight away I felt uncomfortable, and even a little
nervous.
What was Noel up to? He knew I wouldn't be interested
in inspecting any new slaves he may have purchased.
As I took in the view and listened to Noel as he
commenced explaining the incredible beauty and value of
the two new slaves standing before us, I immediately
turned my head towards him, a silent plea in my
suspicious eyes demanding to know why he had brought me
here.
Then I noticed for the first time both my father and
our overseer Mr Hendricks, huddled closely together,
talking in hushed tones. Then, when my father realised
I was also in the room with them, he smiled, tilted his
head in that way he has of acknowledging me, and
quickly moved forward to commence a more detailed
inspection of the two new slaves.
Now I was really confused. My whole family knew I had
no real interest in any slave issues that affected our
household. Again I tried to get Noel's attention so I
could find out what was happening. But as was Noel's
nature, he offhandedly ignored my silent gestures, and
continued eagerly to highlight the remarkable qualities
and youthfulness of the two new slaves.
Sighing heavily, I knew I'd have to wait until Noel had
calmed down. I figured I'd probably be here for a
while, so I turned my attention back to the slaves.
And as I briefly ran my eyes over them, I suddenly
found myself wondering just how much money would have
been paid to buy them. Even with my limited knowledge
on slave induction, training and standard slave
etiquette, I knew immediately these two weren't your
average field or house slaves, and they must be worth a
fortune.
A cursory glance over their smooth hairless bodies
revealed their flawless milky white skin was still
unmarked, showing no signs of branding, or any other
decorative slave tattooing. This was also a definite
sign they must have been recently enslaved.
And then it struck me that slaves this expensive
probably wouldn't be joining the ranks of our other
well-trained estate slaves. Maybe Noel had bought them
as an investment to resell on to make a tidy profit. It
was the only logical answer I could think of for their
being here in the first place.
Of course I could tell without even seeing the faces of
the two new slaves that they must definitely be very
good looking.
Then I watched as Noel stepped confidently up in front
of the tallest more muscular slave, before turning
around to me and impatiently motioning me forward.
"Come on bro. I bought one of these for you too. You
can even pick out which one you want. Besides, it's
time you discarded that old piece of trash you've had
for all these years and got something fresh and young
to serve your needs now." Noel stated happily, smiling
hugely as he reached down and fondled the large
hairless low hanging testicles of the bald headed slave
standing before him.
Even though Noel's continued actions of fondling the
slave's rock-hard erection and low hanging balls was
embarrassing me, I must admit what he'd just said left
me in a dizzying state of shock. I shook my head.
Had I heard him right? Had he really gone out and
bought one of these slaves for me? Was that what this
was all about? Instantly I found myself struggling to
believe Noel would do anything bordering on kindness
for me.
I even remember after the initial shock had passed and
he'd shaken his head to indicate that I had heard him
correctly, how I found myself holding back an
unexpected welling of tears. Tears made up of renewed
brotherly love and pride, an unswerving gratitude
towards my big brother Noel.
"It's alright Evan. It's time we started acting like
brothers. Time we learnt to get along together. That's
why I bought these slaves, so you and I can both
proudly show off our newest, most expensive property
whenever we go out. What do you say?" Noel said sagely.
My father, half listening in to what Noel was saying,
turned around from the slave he was inspecting, and
heartily slapped his eldest son on his back.
"I'm proud of you, son. In fact, I'm very pleased to
see you acting so maturely by taking on this huge
responsibility. I was worried at first when you told me
you'd bought these new slaves without my permission,
but I'm mightily proud of you for taking the
initiative."
Then father turned towards me smiling grandly.
"And Evan, I do hope you'll make me proud too son, by
accepting your brother's very generous gift." My father
had said in a kind, caring voice, as he stood there
gazing at both Noel and me.
Again I was nearly overwhelmed.
It had been such a long time since I'd heard my father
talking so affectionately and kindly to me. I couldn't
help myself as I eagerly shook my head up and down,
while still trying to stop myself from crying with joy.
"Well then, take your pick, bro. Which one do you
want?" Noel asked, gently pushing me forward so I stood
before the slave he'd just been fondling.
At first I just stood there staring at the two of them.
"Come on, bro. You've got to inspect them properly
before you choose one, especially if you intend to bed
him down every night from now on." Noel laughed,
encouraging me to reach out and feel the enslaved
merchandise.
Noel's comments made me turn bright red with
embarrassment. And then it hit me. These were pleasure
slaves, male sex slaves specifically trained to please
and heighten their master's sexual enjoyment!
Like I said earlier on, sex between free citizen men
and male slaves was an important and accepted part of
our society, so much so it was publicly endorsed and
vigorously encouraged as one of the most important and
positive ways for an owner to instill his complete
dominates over their slave.
And now I was really curious, because these two slaves
were unlike any pleasure slaves I'd ever seen
advertised on TV or in the glossy sales brochures and
catalogues. Nearly all pleasure slaves I'd seen were
pierced with large ornate metal studs and ring in every
orifice of their bodies, and usually tattooed and
marked with elaborate designs so as to emphasise their
special sex slave status. These two had none at all.
Shaking my head in confusion I turned my attention back
to the one standing before me.
But to be honest, I didn't know what to do. I'd never
inspected a slave before and I didn't know what to
check for. Also, on a more intimate level, the erect
penis on the slave before me was making me feel very
inadequate.
To me it was huge, and it made me fully aware of how
I've always been very modest about my own nakedness,
constantly worrying about the size of my dick and
hoping it would eventually grow a lot bigger as I got
older.
Fact was I just wasn't hung like Noel, who tended to
like showing off his own large seven and a half inch
tackle whenever he was in the school gym showers. Also,
he had no qualms fondling the genitals of any male
slave that grabbed his attention, always wanting to
weigh them and measure their length and girth, flaccid
and erect, as he tried to ascertain if they would make
good breeding stock for our stable of estate slaves.
I know Noel's always had aspirations to enter the
corporate slave industry after high school and
university, and it was common knowledge on weekends
Noel and his close group of friends was always down at
the local slave markets checking out any new slaves.
For myself, even though I saw naked slaves all the
time, and their nudity meant nothing to me whatsoever,
I still found it very hard to reach down and cup and
fondle their genitals, as I found it to be very
demeaning, especially if other people were watching
what I was doing.
Also, I couldn't imagine what the slaves must have
thought and felt as they were being inspected!
And this time was no different for me either. In fact,
it was even worse than I'd expected, as I was fully
aware of my father, the overseer Mr Hendricks and Noel
watching intently as I gingerly reached my hand
forward.
At first I felt flustered and a little ashamed of how I
was reacting, so taking a deep breath to dispel my
discomfort, I carefully cupped the young slave's huge
plump hairless balls in my palm. The heavy weight of
his large hairless scrotum in the small palm of my hand
left me feeling a little disoriented, as did the musky,
masculine scent that wafted from his naked body,
especially from his crotch.
More disconcerting for me was the seven inch length of
this young slave's fully erect penis, sticking up
nearly vertical to his flat hairless stomach, straining
up past his belly button. And as I moved my hand up and
stroked the silky length of his rigid youthful manhood
with my fingers, I suddenly found my own dick barring
up and tenting the front of my pants against my will.
Shame swept through me as I immediately let go and
stared at my brother and father red-faced.
"Don't worry bro. It's just a normal human reaction
you're having. Happens to the best of us free citizen
folk, right Dad?" Noel said with a knowing smile on his
face.
My father heartily agreed, also smiling expansively as
he explained in detail how having a slave's shaved
balls in the palm of your hand can create a natural
aphrodisiac affect on any free citizen checking out his
or her newest slave.
Suddenly a question struck me. For the entire time the
two slaves had been standing before us, they'd each
maintained a full blown erection that never seemed to
sag or go flaccid at any time as they displayed
themselves.
"How do they keep their erections all the time? I mean,
it must be really uncomfortable and painful for them to
be like this all the time." I asked.
"Good question Evan and one I hope you never repeat in
the presence of our womenfolk." My father answered
quickly with an amused chuckle.
Then Noel stepped up next to me smiling, actually happy
that I was finally taking an interest in something that
was probably common knowledge to all free citizens.
"At the back of their necks, injected into their
spines, the state-owned slave enforcement authorities
have implanted a very tiny micro-chip. As soon as it
attaches itself to the inside of the upper spinal
column, the micro-chip instantly starts acting like a
mini CPU. It then releases thousands of new commands
that override all existing brain messages to the
musculatory system, effectively taking over the slave's
entire body." Noel said excitedly.
"What you then have is total control of your slave and
what he does. The micro-chip, designed to the owner's
unique specifications will then literally rewire the
slave's mind, downloading hundreds of thousands of new
audio and visual instructions into the slave's brain.
The newly enslaved will know within seconds exactly how
to act in his new status as a slave and how to carry
out his new duties to the best of his abilities." he
continued.
"In effect as soon as any person is enslaved and then
micro-chipped, they are instantly transformed into a
perfectly obedient, submissive slave. It's what we free
citizens term the best combination of our modern slave
technology with state-of-the-art science."
"Of course, the micro-chipped slave will always retain
their own memories of their past as well as the ability
to think for themselves, which admittedly must be very
hard for them. Can you even imagine what it must be
like to be fully aware of what's happening to you but
being unable to control any of your own actions?" Noel
said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Anyhow, in essence they have no willpower whatsoever
over what they are forced to do, and there's nothing
they can do about it but obey their owner's completely.
Most importantly though, industry leaders, slave
merchants and traders and slave auction venders can now
tailor-design their own specialised slaves, specialty
slaves that are capable of doing whatever their new
duties require of them in their newly entrusted slave
positions." Noel rambled on, before turning his
attention back to the two young slaves before him.
"Now, whenever these slaves are ordered to assume the
mandatory slave position and thrust out their groins
for our inspection, the chip automatically sends a
powerful electronic impulse to their brains. This
instantly releases the necessary neuro-hormones,
peptides and proteins required for them to maintain a
raging, rock-hard erection. And they'll continue to
stay hard until we eventually tell them to relax." Noel
explained.
"And don't worry. They don't feel any pain from having
an erection for so long, as the micro-chip negates any
discomfort they may feel. In fact, it does the exact
opposite by keeping them in an extremely high state of
arousal at all times. Eventually they'll become so used
to getting an erection within seconds of being ordered,
that the micro-chip's continued use to keep them
aroused will eventually become redundant."
"Also, you can actually refine the commands as well.
Just verbally select the pleasure level you want the
slave to be set at, and then tell the slave what you
want. The micro-chip will instantly kick in and make it
happen. Now stand aside a fraction and watch this."
Noel said as he pulled me out of the way of the tall
young naked slave standing before me.
Then Noel turned back towards the slave, and in a firm
commanding voice, he ordered the slave to ejaculate.
In less than a few seconds and as I watched in growing
awe, the young slave, with his head still bowed low to
his chest, suddenly shook all over uncontrollably. And
as every perfectly defined muscle on his body twitched
and spasmed, he whimpered and moaned loudly as he
thrust his crotch out as far as he could, and
ejaculated the largest amount of semen I have ever
witnessed in my life.
"See! Pretty cool, don't you think? Also he's still as
hard as an iron bar. I could get him to cum
continuously over and over again if I wanted him to."
Noel smiled wisely as he saw how impressed I was by
this little demonstration of total dominance and
control.
"Not only that, the micro-chip provides an added bonus
of continually stimulating their prostates. This means
the slaves will always be receptive and usually begging
to be anally penetrated whenever their owners want to
use them."
"Thankfully it also makes their anal passages clench
and unclench for hours on end, while cleansing out
their bowels at the same time. Now slaves don't have to
exercise their pleasure holes to keep themselves ultra
tight, or constantly have enemas to keep themselves
clean. The micro-chip does it automatically for them."
"Also, micro-chipped slaves no longer have to be taken
out and exercised on a regular basis. The same process
occurs whereby the micro-chip automatically sends out
electrical impulses to every muscle fibre in the body.
It stimulates them every few seconds so that the
slave's muscles maintain their physical shape and
appearance without having to undergo strenuous
exercising. I've actually seen very unhealthy and obese
slaves become slim taut and physically fit in a matter
of weeks." Noel added.
"Of course the micro-chip also acts as a GPS locator
and neural punishment device. If a slave were ever to
consider doing a runner on us, which is unthinkable, we
can instantly track him by satellite and find them no
matter where he tried to flee to. And if they ever need
to be punished, which is also very unlikely, all you
have to do is indicate the level of pain you want
applied and the micro-chip does the rest."
"Now you know why the government banned the use of all
those old primitive style whips and paddles, except for
those used in state-sponsored BSDM slave brothels. The
old style punishment tools have now been completely
phased out in favour of the new micro-chip implants.
Again, it's far more effective and doesn't leave a
slave's skin damaged and scarred, thereby reducing its
resale price." Noel stated.
And then a multitude of questions hit me as I ran my
gaze over them.
"Why don't these two slaves have any slave piercings or
tattoos? And why haven't they been branded with our
family crest and fitted with cock rings and butt-
plugs?" I asked in a rush.
Noel looked at me and raised his left eyebrow.
"Evan, there might be hope for you yet! Only kidding,
but I must admit, those are some really good
questions!" he replied with a voice bordering on
grudging respect. Even father and Mr Hendricks were
smiling, patiently waiting for Noel to continue.
"Firstly, these two fine youthful specimens standing
before you will only ever be used as pleasure slaves.
Evan, to have them branded with our family crest, and
then pierced and tattooed would automatically result in
their current and future market value dropping by more
than a half. That's not good!" Noel said, emphasising
his point by running the palm of his hand over the
smooth hairless chest of the youngest looking slave.
"Secondly, the micro-chips implanted in these two
slaves have been electronically configured to identify
our family as their rightful owners, and any free
citizen who has any doubts about their enslavement or
who owns them can use their personalised palm-held
slave scanners for confirmation."
"Also, the micro-chip will do a far better job of
prominently displaying their genitals when we take them
out to show them off in public. I can guarantee you
that no permanently fixed metal ring or external gadget
secured at the base of their genitals can compete with
the micro-chip when it comes to totally controlling and
displaying their erections to any free citizen who may
wish to inspect them. No cumbersome foreign metallic or
ceramic objects to get in the way." my brother
continued.
"And lastly, butt-plugs were only ever used by a
slave's owner to reduce the incidences of a slave
shitting himself at the most inconvenient times.
Believe me, it's not a good look if you're at an
important high school function, business meeting or
traveling long distance, and your slave suddenly needs
to take a crap and can't control his bowel movements."
Noel said.
"But most important of all Evan! The micro-chip is an
all-purpose slave device, specifically designed to make
a slave do anything you want, regardless of his own
personal feelings or concerns. It will instantly take
control of his mind and body in direct response to any
set of instructions you require." Noel finished saying
expansively, smiling widely at his own words as he
looked at me.
"Now why don't you finish off your inspection of these
slaves, and make your choice. I'll answer all your
other questions later on."
Immediately I returned my attention back to the tall
young slave who'd just cum. I realised he must have
been around my own age, but he was taller than me by at
least five inches. Gingerly I ran my fingers over his
amazingly flat washboard stomach, then slid the palm of
my hand up to his extraordinarily muscular chest,
absently pinching his large pouting nipples as I
marveled at how smooth and hairless his skin was.
The other shorter slave still stood in the slave
position, head bowed down so low his chin touched his
chest, hands held clasped behind his back, and his
groin thrust forward as far as he could so his erection
jutted out for all to see. For some reason, he looked a
lot younger than the one I was inspecting, maybe
somewhere around 15 or 16 years of age and about my own
height.
Again I couldn't help it when my own dick stiffened
rock-hard in my pants, but thankfully this time I had
my back to both Noel and my father. There was no way I
wanted them to see my pants tenting out again in this
most lewd of ways.
The slave in front of me definitely had the biggest
cock, but I could see that the youngest slave next to
him also had a large thick erect dick with fat hairless
balls.
Looking at both their penises, I knew they were
definitely bigger than me, and unfortunately, that
thought tended to deflate my own ego and my raging
erection straight away, as I suddenly felt a wave of
inadequacy swamp through me.
Eventually I returned my full attention to the slave
standing before me, and as I once again admired this
tall young slave's incredibly firm muscular physique, I
reached up and lifted his bowed bald head up off his
chin.
Yes, he was extraordinarily handsome in a youthful
boyish way. His brilliant sad blue eyes looked me in
the face, and I knew this was the one for me.
If Noel wanted me to select one, this was the slave I'd
choose, also because he definitely reminded me of my
high school hero and role-model Brad Cahill.
In my mind, as I suddenly thought about Brad, I began
fantasising about sleeping with this slave and
pretending it was him.
"Noel, I'd like this one please." I said shyly, my face
red with embarrassment as I looked into the gorgeous
face of the slave who would now look after all my
untapped sexual needs, help Monet dress me and keep my
bedroom clean at all times, and then escort me to
school everyday.
***
2.1 Noel Morgan - A Diabolical Plan Decided
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)
***
A lot of people think I needlessly pick on my youngest
brother, always heaping unnecessary scorn, ridicule and
violence on him in the most cruel and insidious ways
possible.
For some reason, they don't appreciate that what I'm
doing for Evan is nothing more than trying to get him
to be a man. I want him to take responsibility for what
he is and who he is, accept that his family legacy
demands that he become far more motivated and stop
acting like a queer pussy.
If I told you that my constant harassing of Evan has
only ever been in his best interest, and that I
actually love my brother very much, you'd probably
laugh in my face and tell me I'm nothing but a bare-
faced liar.
Well, to be honest, I don't give a flying fuck what
anyone else thinks, because the reality is, Evan has to
one day take his rightful place next to me in our
family dynasty.
Evan has to start looking towards his future and start
toughening up. The time for him to grow up is now, and
I'll do anything to break him out of his pitiful wimpy
complacency, so he's ready to help me run the family
estate when our father eventually hands over those vast
responsibilities to both of us.
So in a way, it was fortuitous the day I was teaching
Evan a lesson on how to be a man, trying to get him to
stand up for himself against me in front of my friends,
that Brad Cahill, that sleazy faggot whore, sidled up
behind me and pushed me away from my own brother.
Yeah! I can admit it! I went ballistic. All I could see
at that moment were rivers of blood, with this tall
blond-haired nancy-girl's dead carcass quickly swept up
and carried off to oblivion.
I mean, how dare he interfere and show me up in front
of all my friends!
All of a sudden, I found myself swinging my fists as I
lunged at him. And then just as quickly, a million
starbursts exploded in my head and suddenly the lights
went out.
I can't tell you how ashamed I was when I came too
seconds later! To find myself covered in dust and dirt,
lying on my back as a group of about forty students
gathered around me laughed at my complete humiliation
at the hands of that fucking faggot-girl.
And as I'd looked over at my brother Evan, I watched in
fury as even he tried not to laugh, a smirk raising the
corners of his mouth.
It's funny, how in moments like these, the light goes
on, and you know what you have to do. It happened to me
as I listened red-faced to the laughter and applause
that swirled around me.
Within a fraction of a second, I knew it was time to
smash the false image erected around Brad Cahill off
his self appointed pedestal.
I knew in that instant, it was now time to put an end
to the queer's sad belief he was one of us and his
interference of my family's affairs as well. But more
importantly, I knew it would be Evan who would be
instrumental in finally teaching the cunt where his
place in society really lay.
With a calmness and clarity of mind that startled me,
and keeping my cool, I swatted away with disdain the
proffered hand the faggot-girl extended to me as I
struggled to lift myself up onto unsteady feet.
And as I walked away, refusing to acknowledge the
fucking turd's condescending comments that we should
just shake hands and let bygones be bygones, I vowed to
myself that within the week, that slut's pussy would be
all mine.
Then we'd all see who was laughing.
But what really surprised me was the painful erection
I'd suddenly sprouted as I'd stood up and stared with
rage into the brilliant blue eyes of my nemesis.
Suddenly I found myself intensely attracted to him. I
found myself thinking how extraordinarily good looking
he was, marveling at how he even appeared massively
powerful in a strange sexual way.
Immediately I shook my head, dispelling the frightening
gay-like thoughts from my mind, putting it down to the
knock to my head.
Of course, as I walked away feeling confused while at
the same time silently cursing the cunt, I had to smile
as I don't think people realise just how powerful the
Morgan family really is.
Silly when you do think about it, because all you have
to do is look up the business editions of the region's
local newspapers to find out Morgan Global Industries
owns two thirds of the state. My father is reputed to
have a net worth of over $28 billion, with both Evan
and I sitting comfortably on $2.5 billion each.
So it honesty wasn't all that hard to work out how to
deal with cunt-face.
Of course, by the time I got home, back on track and
now seething with rage, I not only wanted to destroy
the interfering cunt and all he stood for, but his
entire family too by this stage. Not all that hard to
do either, especially if you've got the right
connections and a lot of money.
For me, it only took one phone call, and my scheme was
set in motion.
As I'd anticipated, the Federal Internal Tax Office
(FITO) suddenly received an anonymous tip-off and began
to investigate Sam Cahill, Brad's father, for not
having declared an undisclosed amount of income 22
years ago.
By the next morning, charges were drawn up against
Cahill senior, charges that would see the old man and
his whole family end up enslaved.
But for me, it still wasn't good enough that I had
beaten that queer-girl. Once he'd been enslaved, I
needed Brad Cahill to know that I was personally
involved in his and his family's downfall and
destruction.
I needed him to come begging on bended knee before me,
admitting to me that he was nothing but a queer girlie-
boy, begging to suck my hard uncut cock like the faggot
he really is, and for him to do it in front of all my
best friends.
So it was decided. Like I've said faggot-girl and his
family's arrest and enslavement was so easy to
orchestrate. My contact knew what I wanted, and pressed
the necessary buttons that would send the Cahill family
into a living nightmare.
And once the family was in custody and Sam Cahill had
signed the appropriate legal documents, then the State
Slave Enforcement Agency would move in and pick up Brad
from the school dorm apartment he was staying on
campus.
Of course, there were only three conditions I demanded,
demands that I was quite happy to pay handsomely for!
Firstly, none of the three Cahill boys was to be
physical scarred in any way. These would not be your
typical 'run of the mill' slaves, so I wanted their
skin intact and silky smooth as the day they were born
when they were eventually handed over to me. Oh, I
didn't mind if they were slapped around and beaten up
and bruised a bit, but I did not want their skin cut or
disfigured in any way.
Secondly, upon their arrest, I wanted faggot-girl and
his two younger brothers to be immediately micro-
chipped and then repeatedly raped and gang-banged. I
wanted them totally clear headed and aware of what was
happening to them, terrified of their predicament, but
most importantly, unable to stop their young teenage
bodies from responding enthusiastically and eagerly as
they were sodomised over and over again.
Thirdly, their whole ordeal, every second of it, was to
be video recorded, and the original copies of their
arrest, enslavement and slave training sent to me on a
daily basis. As for his parents, well, I didn't give a
damn what happened to them.
And if all went to plan, it would be faggot-girl who
would come to me on his knees, begging and pleading for
me to help him and his brothers from the nightmare they
were enmeshed in. Then I would make sure he suffered
untold mental and physical anguish as I plucked the
last vestiges of his young proud teenage masculinity
from him.
Now I ask you? Have you ever watched any of those late-
night cable TV channels that show reality cop and law
enforcement programs all night long?
If you have, you can imagine such a raid being carried
out against the Cahill residence late one winter's
night. Although Brad was staying at the high school
student dorm campus that evening, it was fun to watch
video footage of the rest of his family; his parents
and two brothers, bleary eyed and terrified, confronted
by 40 armed police and FITO agents.
Video footage of Sam Cahill and his wife bundled out of
their cozy warm beds, stripped naked, handcuffed with
their hands behind their backs, gagged and blinkered,
with small electronic plugs inserted deep in their ears
to remove all surrounding auditory sounds, as they were
quickly frog marched out to a waiting armoured police
van, where they were thrown in the back and taken away
for interrogation.
More exciting was the incredible close up footage of
the two young teenage brothers blubbering and wailing
as they were dragged out of the bedroom they shared by
20 armed agents, their pajamas and skimpy jockey brief
underwear painfully ripped off their young firm
youthful teenage bodies.
And as they wept and tried to cover their shameful
nakedness with their trembling hands, the full frame
video captures zeroing in as the petrified boys were
roughly thrown onto their stomachs on the carpeted
floor of their small lounge room, where the team leader
of the heavily armed police and FITO agents carefully
injected the slave microchips into the back of their
spines.
I can tell you the only existing video, which I own, is
absolutely fascinating viewing. Especially as the armed
men grabbed the boys' legs and arms, pulled them apart
and held them spread-eagled as each uniformed man took
their time brutally sodomising them over and over
again.
Back then I remember viewing it for the first time, and
at some point as August was sucking me off I thrilled
at the scene of the two naked sobbing brothers suddenly
falling silent, completely confused and horrified that
their bodies were now vigorously responding to the
vicious anal and oral rapes they were being subjected
to.
And when the men had finally finished, how the shocked
and stunned boys were wrenched up onto their feet to be
hurried along on the tips of their toes with three very
thick latex-covered probing fingers shoved all the way
up their severely stretched cum-filled rectums into a
waiting police vehicle. It was then that I decided I
wanted to own them as well as their big brother,
faggot-girl.
How my mind leapt with hideous joy as I began to
fantasise about all the erotically juicy things I could
do to them once they were in my clutches, how I could
use the two younger brothers to completely break
faggot-girl's will once and for all.
Again, it's strange to remember just how quickly events
moved back then.
It had taken me only one afternoon from the time queer-
girl had punched me in the face and knocked me flat on
my back, to have my contact get the ball rolling.
And by late Thursday evening and the following Friday
morning, the whole family had been arrested, brought
before the courts and each family member condemned to
the maximum penalty of 'slavery for life'.
It just goes to show you how powerful the Morgan family
name is here in New Texico and what enough money thrown
around can really buy.
Both the parents, of no value whatsoever to anyone,
were immediately sold after their interrogation and
enslavement to a large bauxite mining outfit, where
they would probably live out the remainder of their now
severely reduced mortal existence. For all anyone
knows, they're probably dead now and good riddance.
And then there was faggot-girl and his two brothers?
I immediately offered an astronomical figure to
purchase them straight away, an amount which the courts
found to be more than generous.
Within two hours they were legally mine, and as had
been arranged with the courts approval, my three new
slaves were immediately transported to the state-owned
'Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'. Known
as one of the state's most progressive slave training
centres in the country, they publicly guaranteed
immediate results within seven days, or your money
returned.
There my new slaves would undergo a four week intensive
slave training program that would break their wills and
their minds in preparation for their next ordeal, which
was to be delivered to their new master - me.
I know it sounds so harsh, especially since the micro-
chipping actually makes slave training unnecessary. But
the truth is, micro-chipping doesn't take away free
will, or make a slave completely loyal and obedient to
their owners.
Oh, they do what they're told and do it very well, but
all slave owners want their property to truly
understand the importance of servicing their masters
with unwavering obedience.
And that's what I wanted for Brad. Fact is I wanted
faggot-girl's very spirit completely broken before he
was handed over to me. I wanted him cowering at my
feet, knowing he was my slave and I had beaten him, and
that his very existence depended on my good will.
But a week before they would eventually be handed back
to me, I wanted to see them at the Slave Training
Centre.
It was important I gauged their initial reaction to me,
especially queer-girl's, so I could then lay the
foundations whereby Evan would assist me in making Brad
into nothing more than a broken down useless gay
pleasure slave, and for faggot-girl to help me in
directing Evan down a future path I needed him to
travel.
***
2.2 Brad Cahill - A Nightmare Requiem
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
The terrible events of that fateful night will be
forever etched into my memory.
One moment I'm a well-known, well-liked student and
football captain for the most prestigious all boy's
high school college I attend, and then suddenly my
whole family, including me, had been enslaved to a
lifetime of servitude.
It seemed so unreal, a hellish horrifying nightmare
that had come to life, and there wasn't a damned thing
I could do to fight it.
I still find it difficult to think back to that night,
of how the appearance of six uniformed Slave
Enforcement Officers would so dramatically change my
life.
On that particular evening, a Tuesday night, I was in
my campus dorm room, fast asleep, when they came to get
me.
Because I'd won a special football scholarship, I'd
been allocated a single dorm room, much like a small
one bedroom apartment on campus, where I'd stay during
the normal five day school week, and then late on
Friday afternoons, I'd hightail it home for the
weekends with my family.
The steady pounding and loud thumping on my bedroom
door eventually roused me from my deep sleep, and
feeling very irritated and pissed off, I got up and
answered the door. I only had a pair of comfortable
loose fitting y-fronts on, and because I thought it was
just one of the guys mucking around and making a racket
in the hall, I didn't think to put anything else on.
To say I was shocked to see six SE officers standing
there, four in the hallway outside my room and two
standing directly in front of me in the open doorway,
asking my permission to enter my room is an
understatement. I stood there stunned, wondering what
the hell they could want with me.
All six officers were smiling, looking me up and down
in strange uncomfortable way as they returned friendly
grins that were meant to put me at ease. Instantly I
was wide awake and now quite nervous. Everyone knew of
the SEO, and their reputation for being very heavy
handed if required.
"My name is Officer Downing and these are Officers
Conroy, Denton, Reeves, Atkinson and Rodriguez. We're
here on behalf of the Slave Enforcement Division! Do
you mind if we come in? The matter we're here to see
you about is a bit too delicate to be discussed out
here in the hallway." stated SE Officer Downing, his
smile not wavering once.
I immediately stepped back and invited them in, then
waited for one of the six officers to say something.
But they just stood crowded in the middle of my
bedroom, again looking me up and down with that strange
disconcerting look in their eyes, smiling at me with
their arms crossed in front of their chests. Finally I
looked down at myself, and realising my lack of
clothing, I apologised and quickly crossed to where my
t-shirt and gym shorts lay rumpled on the floor.
"Son, there's no need for you to get dressed, but if
you'd be so kind as to sit down at your desk over
there, we'll get down to business straight away." said
Officer Downing, the larger of the uniformed men.
You know that sinking feeling you get in your gut
sometimes, when you know someone is about to give you
really bad news. Well, that's how I felt as I lowered
myself into the swivel-chair positioned in front of my
computer desk, especially when all the men slowly and
casually walked towards me, to stand surrounding me.
"Firstly Brad, we'd like for you to take a look at this
legal document which will explain the reason for our
visit. Take your time reading them, as we need you to
fully understand why we are here." Officer Downing said
slowly.
With shaking fingers I accepted the rolled file he
handed me, and uncurling the single sheet, I read the
first line on the clear white parchment, swallowing
with disbelief at the frightening inscription glaring
up at me.
And then Officer Downing began speaking in a firm
steady voice.
"Brad Cahill! I am required by law to advise you, that
as of 8:30pm this evening, being approximately two
hours ago, you were officially and legally registered
within this fair state of New Texico as a lifetime
indentured slave." he announced.
"You will henceforth be accorded all the rights and
privileges bestowed on all slaves within the state of
New Texico, and will from this moment on, observe all
rules and regulations assigned to you as a slave."
"As of this moment, you are now officially stripped of
your free citizen status, to be immediately micro-
chipped and, in accordance with the New Texico state
law, you will then be removed from these premises and
placed in the care of the New Texico Slave Enforcement
facility until the proper authorized processes for your
sale or auction are finalised." he stated officially.
I heard him speaking, but at the same time I didn't.
All I could do was look blankly down at the paper in my
hand and shake my head uncomprehending. My mind was
swimming, a spiraling whirlpool in my head that left me
feeling completely lost, confused and nauseous.
Stunned by the enormity of what was happening, I
immediately looked at the signatory names at the bottom
of document. It couldn't be. There was my father's
signature. It had to be a mistake, a terrible mind-
boggling error.
I frantically scanned the page again, and my eyes fell
on the names of my two brothers, Sean and Justin! It
couldn't be! Their names were also included in this
document, meaning they'd been enslaved as well.
It was too much. I looked up into the now stony faces
of six SE officers, and unable to say anything, but
silently pleading with my eyes for them to help me
understand, to help me make sense of this madness.
"Boy, you are now officially a slave, and there's
absolutely nothing you can do about it! And as they
say, 'Once a slave, always a slave', so you'd better
get used to your new slave status quick smart! Now
stand up and turn around, and put your wrists behind
your back like a well behaved slave!" Officer Downing
said to me sternly.
What could I do? They were already standing over me,
two of them with their hands on my shoulders, ordering
me to stand as they turned me around. With my back to
them they quickly pulled my hands behind me before I
could even consider fighting back, or trying to escape.
And as they quickly secured the flexible plasti-cuffs
tightly on both my wrists, all I could do was stare
ahead of me in utter shock and confusion, unable to
speak or make any sound.
It had happened so fast! I was in stunned shock.
Suddenly I was thrown face down on my computer desk,
and as I was held tight, braced firmly and unable to
move, I felt the sharp sting of a hypodermic needle
enter the top cervical vertebrae of my spine.
"Keep perfectly still slave!" Officer Downing said as I
felt an agonising pressure as he carefully injected the
fluid contents within the syringe into my spine.
Suddenly they let go of me, stepping back as I gingerly
lifted my head up off the table, trying to rub the
stinging pain out of the back of my neck as I looked up
at them in horror.
What the fuck had they done? What had Officer Downing
injected into me? I couldn't believe what was happening
to me.
"Time to strip you of your free citizen status, slave!
Officer Conroy, if you would please do the honours."
Officer Downing said casually as he immediately moved
over to close my bedroom door and lock it. Then,
walking over to my single bed, he sat down, perched on
the edge, watching as Officer Conroy, assisted by
Officer Rodriguez, roughly stood me up, removed the
plasti-cuffs from my wrists and made me face them.
"Series MC 2907, activation neural process 24-6!
Overwrite muscle and body function phase 6! Download PS
logic memory and enhanced SS commands, proceed!"
Officer Conroy said as he read from a small glossy
palm-sized brochure.
Instantly a loud shrill buzzing rang in my ears as I
found myself nearly collapsing onto the floor.
A montage of images instantly swamped my brain,
humiliating and shameful images that were utterly
disgusting in what they depicted. I wanted to gag with
growing nausea as thousands upon thousands of
homosexual explicit moving pictures and scenes, all
with me in them, showing me completely naked and
engaging in hard-core oral and anal sex with hundreds
of other men, flooded my horrified mind.
Just as quickly and to my horror, my body began to
respond. I was stunned as my penis thickened and
lengthened, becoming rock-hard and bulging out, tenting
the front of my y-fronts. Intense sexual feelings raced
through every corner of my body, making me groan and
moan softly as I stood there at attention, totally
ashamed and embarrassed by what was happening to me in
front of these six smiling leering men.
And then to my shame, I found I couldn't move my hands
from my sides to cover my shame, to block the view of
my erection pushing out the pouch of my underwear in
such a perverse degrading way.
For a moment, my stunned and shattered senses came back
to me, and I found myself blushing furiously, on the
verge of weeping as the six uniformed men began
laughing at my predicament.
"No need to feel embarrassed slave. Now as you should
know, it is prohibited for slaves to wear clothing of
any kind at any time, so why don't you shimmy those
knickers of yours down your legs and step out of them."
Officer Downing said smiling up at me as Officer Reeves
pushed me forward so that I stood directly in front of
large grinning man.
Once more to my horror, images popped up in my head
showing me how to do it in the most sensually erotic
way possible, and before I knew what I was doing and
against my will, I found myself staring down at him
horror as I slowly slid my y-fronts off my hips, down
my legs and stepped out of them, just as Officer
Downing had ordered me to.
"Don't look so worried slave. That's your new micro-
chip working just as it should be. Appears you've been
implanted with the most advanced pleasure slave chip
currently out on the market. Now why don't you assume
the traditional slave position and we'll see what we
have here!" he said as I instantly put my hands behind
my back, lowered my head so my chin touched my chest,
positioned my feet so my legs were wide apart and then
thrust out my throbbing erection as far forward as I
could so Officer Downing could make his inspecting me
at his leisure.
I was mortified. Now I understood completely that it
was the hypodermic they'd stuck in my neck that was
making me do these degrading things. As images of how I
should be responding flashed to the front of my mind, I
found I was struggling futilely with all my inner might
to try and regain the power over my muscles and body,
but I knew it was all in vain as I watched him reach
forward with left his hand to fondle my long pulsing
erect penis.
Again I tried to back away from his extended hand in
furious outrage but it was hopeless. If anything, I
found myself trying to assist him as my knees bent a
fraction and my hips started to slowly move back and
forth, up and down, as he continued to slowly
masturbate me there in front of the other grinning men.
"No, No, No! Keep your fucking hands off me! I'm not
gay! Please stop this, please..." I could hear it in my
mind, but nothing came out of my mouth.
After taking a few moments to run his clenched hand up
and down my stiff cock, he ran the pad of his thumb
over my leaking piss slit, chuckling as he made me
twitch and gasp in response, before letting go and
cupping my large hairy balls, weighing them in the palm
of his calloused hand and squeezing them gently but
firmly.
"Pleasure Level 1, proceed!" he suddenly said in a firm
commanding voice, and to my utter shock and
humiliation, my erect penis started throbbing in the
most exquisite way as waves of pure pleasure swept
through my entire trembling body.
"Got a bigger than average dick, slave! Not as big as
mine, but it's big! And a nice set of large sperm-
filled balls too!
Immediately Officer Downing started rattling off
measurements and statistical information as he began a
detailed inspection of my entire body, while Officer
Denton stood by, a clipboard in his left hand, busily
scribbling down all the data.
As Officer Downing ran his calloused hands over my
naked trembling body, he made me lift my feet, squat
down on my haunches, open my mouth so he could check
out my teeth and gums with his fingers.
He squeezed and prodded every muscle on my body, before
ordering me to turn around and bend over. The feel of
his rough calloused hands spreading my arse cheeks wide
apart, and then of his finger touching, circling and
tickling the outside of my tight puckered anus, before
entering and stretching my rectum wide send shockwaves
of fear through my body.
But my naked trembling body reacted in a totally
different way. I found myself moaning and groaning
softly with each touch of his hand on my skin and when
he inserted his finger up my anus, I felt myself trying
to push back on his hand, trying to get more of his
finger onto me.
Suddenly he pulled his finger out of me and slapped my
right buttocks. As he ordered me to stand up and face
him, he then complimented me on still being a virgin.
And even though I'd tried to shut my mind down as he'd
inspected me, I did shudder and quail when I heard what
he said next, and this time I couldn't help but groan
in humiliation.
"You're lucky slave. We've got strict orders not to
damage you too badly, or scar your baby boy good looks.
Appears whoever your new owner might be will probably
want you fully intact so he can do that himself." he
said, sniggering at the thought of what the future
might hold for me.
"Okay, slave, we got a spare three hours before we take
you down to the station to officially book you in.
Officer Atkinson, what do you think we should do to
fill in the time?"
"I reckon this big young strapping slave should get
down on his knees and suck our dicks as if his life
depended on it, and then we can take turns fucking the
crap out of him. What'd you say Officer Rodriguez?"
Officer Atkinson gloated in an excited eager voice.
Immediately all the other SE officers loudly voiced
their enthusiasm, moving forward to encircle me.
"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. May as well get
him used to sucking cock and getting fucked up his boy-
pussy straight away, cause as I see it, that's all
he'll be doing for the rest of his life! Well, until he
loses his looks, that is!" said Officer Rodriguez as he
stepped forward and began rubbing his crotch in a lewd
suggestive way.
My mind was racing. I couldn't believe this was
happening to me. I knew I was in deep shock and all I
could do was listen in horror to what they'd just said.
Again, against my will, my body started to tremble with
lust as Officer Atkinson immediately stepped forward,
turned me around so he could lift my chin up off my
chest and stare into my frightened dazed eyes. And then
suddenly he backhanded me viciously across my face.
Stunned, the painful sting of his open palm forcing
tears from my eyes, I then watched in growing horror as
he unzipped his pants, lowered them to his knees,
before lifting my chin up so he could stare me in the
eyes once again.
"Now be a good cock-sucking slave, get on your knees,
keep your hands at your sides, and give me the best
blow job I've ever had in my entire life. And slave, if
I feel one tooth touch my dick, I'll take personal
pleasure in yanking every one of them out of your
mouth!"
"Now get on your knees bitch! Pleasure Level 2,
proceed!" he snarled.
Instantly my body began to tremble even more as waves
of exquisite pulsating pleasure swept through me. I
couldn't understand what was happening as hundreds of
images instructing me of how to suck a man's penis
properly, expertly, flashed through my mind. I found
myself staggering unsteadily at the disgustingly vivid
pictures that were displayed in my minds eye.
With the pressure of Officer Atkinson's right hand
pushing down on my shoulder, making me buckle and
collapse onto my knees, I shivered as I watched him
release his rigid seven inch uncut cock out of his
tight fitting red and black striped underwear.
"What are you waiting for, slave?" he said impatiently
as he pushed his hips forward, the tip of his leaking
penis touching my now quivering lips.
There was nothing I could do but obey him. I was
completely naked, on my knees with my hands at my
sides. But to my utter shame, I found my mouth
salivating with desire to hurry up and take his erect
penis all the way into my mouth.
So opening my mouth wide, I moved my head forward, and
for the first time in my life, I tasted another man's
cock slide between my lips and over my tongue.
"Now start sucking nice and hard, slave!"
I obeyed Officer Atkinson completely. Unable to control
my desire to please him, or understand why I was
feeling these revolting urges, I instantly found myself
eagerly sucking him off.
In that single moment when I took his erect penis all
the way into the back of my mouth, and my lips sucked
tightly and stretched up the full length of his
pulsating cock shaft, the devastating feeling of
despair in my heart made me even more aware that my
youthful innocence and proud growing masculinity was
being stripped away from me forever.
As his thick throbbing cock started sliding in and out
of my sucking slurping mouth, gagging me at times, I
was ever reminded I was no longer an excitable brash
young teenager growing into a strong vital proud man.
Whatever strong moral beliefs I had in my own youthful
invulnerability, in my own heterosexuality, was
gradually flushed away as I obediently swallowed the
man's copious amounts of pre-cum oozing thickly onto my
lapping tongue.
"Come on, slave! Get with it! I want to see your cheeks
sucked in all the way while you're blowing me! Now suck
harder and faster!" Officer Conroy demanded gruffly as
he grabbed hold of the back of my head and started
fucking my mouth.
My mind went into a numbed dazed state as I realised I
wasn't even gagging as his large erect cock slid down
my throat, and that I was noisily slurping and sucking
with all my might as I enthusiastically fellated him.
And even though I wanted to retch because of the vile
taste of his unwashed erection lodged all the way to
the back of my mouth, and the putrid stench wafting up
from his sweaty balls slapping loudly against my chin
made me want to vomit, I stayed on my knees and sucked
him off just the way he wanted me to.
"Oh you're a sexy little fuck-face! Yeah, suck me like
the queer cock-sucking faggot slave I know you are!
Yeah, feeling really good bitch! Tighter cunt! Suck me
harder, oh yeah!" Officer Atkinson gasped out loud as
he rammed his throbbing cock in and out of my stretched
eagerly sucking lips.
In shock, absolutely petrified, and with tears
streaming down my face, I watched myself as if
observing my actions from outside my body as I hobbled
on my knees to quickly kneel between each of their
parted legs, obeying them as they instructed me on how
they liked to be sucked off.
In shock, absolutely terrified, I watched as Officer
Conroy video recorded me eagerly and enthusiastically
blowing them. Firstly Officer Atkinson's thick seven
inch long cock plowing my mouth, and then Officer
Denton's smaller but very thick five inch penis
battering my tonsils.
This was quickly followed by Officer Reeves' six and a
half inch slim but big knobbed dick passing back and
forth over my lapping tongue, who once he'd finished
ejaculating into my mouth, took the video camera off
Officer Conroy so the larger-dicked man could pound his
eight inch curved erection down my clutching gurgling
throat.
And once Officer Conroy had blown his load, Officer
Rodriguez's thick eight and a half inch cock pistoning
in and out of my tight lips, to then be replaced by
Officer Downing's very large and thick nine and a half
inch erect penis.
For 45 minutes I used my tight straining lips and
sucking mouth to make them cum, and when they
ejaculated into my mouth, I obediently swallowed each
of their foul tasting ball juices down my throat. And
every time they rested up after ejaculating into my
mouth, they'd order me to lower my head further down
between their parted legs, so I could suckle and lick
on their fat hairy balls.
Even though I was horrified by what I was doing, I
couldn't understand how the micro-chip injected into my
spine could possibly be making my body respond so
excitedly and eagerly to do their sordid bidding. It
made no sense to me, and I found myself sinking into a
desolate malaise of trancelike disbelief that this
could really be happening to me.
But if I thought it was all over, that the shameful
degradation I'd just experienced had finally come to an
end, I was sorely mistaken.
"Okay then! Time for us to sample that sweet little
vagina of yours, slave! Time you assumed the mandatory
slave fuck position and in a clear loud sexy slave
voice, invite us one at a time to take our pleasures!"
Officer Downing said in a commanding tone that swamped
my mind, triggered the micro-chip in my spine, and
nearly driving me insane with revulsion as vivid images
of what was require of me flashed through my mind.
And then unable to stop myself, I once again felt
myself detach from my body as I hurriedly rolled onto
my back on the floor in the centre of the room.
There are no words to express my complete shame as I
obediently lay there, bringing my knees up to my chest
so I could grab both my ankles in my hands and stretch
my legs as far from my body as I could, so all the men
could look down on me totally exposing myself to them.
With my butt instantly raised off the ground, holding
my legs wide apart, and my penis fully erect lying
flush against my flat muscled stomach, I whimpered deep
in my mind as I heard the strange words that escaped my
mouth, words that humiliated me, disgusted me.
"Sir, please fuck my tight little slave-pussy, please
Sir! Sir, I need to feel your hard manly penis deep
inside my tight little vagina, please Sir!" I heard
myself say in a loud clear little boy's voice to
Officer Downing.
"Good slave! Very good! Now just lie there a little
longer while I take my clothes off. Don't want to get
them all wrinkled and covered in sweat as I'm fucking
you, do we?" he said as he slowly divested his uniform
and knelt down at the base of my raised parted butt-
cheeks.
"Now let's get you all creamed up! I think I'll be
needing some lube to get my large cock up that tight
little opening of your, don't you think? Pleasure Level
3, proceed!" Officer Downing instructed as he wrapped
his left hand around my erect penis and began to
quickly jerk me off, and instantly my body came alive
to the incredible sensations of pure orgasmic pleasure
racing through my scrunched up, legs spread body.
"Not all that bad is it, slave? You just got to hope
you get a decent master who'll use the pleasure unit in
your micro-chip whenever he fucks you!" Officer Downing
said as he continued to jack me off, and as my penis
throbbed and pulsed from the heady sensations his
jerking hand was causing me, I felt myself getting
closer and closer to shooting my load.
"No, don't want you cumming, slave! Only doing this so
I can get me some lube to cover my big dick before I
fuck you! Ah yes, here we go, you're leaking it out now
like a good little slave boy!" he said as he stopped
masturbating me and squeezed the length of my rock-hard
cock.
This couldn't be happening I repeated over and over
again in my mind. I must have gone insane, or maybe
died and gone to a bad place in hell, I kept telling
myself as I watched Officer Downing using my own
leaking pre-cum to lube up his huge cock and then using
two thick calloused fingers to rub it deep up inside my
anus.
"Yes, now we're ready, aren't we? Okay, this will only
hurt for a second and before you know it, you'll be
begging me to fuck you as hard as I can!" Officer
Downing said as he lowered his naked hairy body on top
of me, positioned his massive penis at the entrance to
my anal passage, and then took a deep breathe as he
prepared himself to spear me.
Yes, the pure pain of his first lunge up my virgin hole
was excruciating agony. I tried to scream out my fear
and outrage, but my mouth only turned up at the corners
and smiled widely for him. I felt like my insides were
been ripped to shreds and my anus split asunder as he
pushed the thick girth of his full nine and a half inch
erect penis up into my bowels.
But suddenly the agony in my anus stopped and a
pulsating throbbing took its place. A throbbing that
grew and expanded throughout every cell of my body,
lashing me with sensual erotic feelings that increased
and had me panting and moaning for more.
I couldn't help myself as my whole body responded to
his cock sliding in and out of my anus, powerful
thrusts that knocked the breathe out of me and left me
gasping for even more. I could even feel my anus
molding itself tightly around his cock, massaging it,
caressing and milking it as it tried feverishly to get
all his length inside me.
Again my mind protested in horror and disgust as my
buttock frantically rose up to meet every one of his
potent downward lunges.
"Now you're getting there! Now you're learning your new
status, slave! I know in your head you're terrified at
what you're doing, of how you're responding, but you'll
learn to love getting fucked before too long! Now let
go of your legs, wrap them around my waist and then
reach round with your hands and hold on tightly to my
humping butt cheeks!"
"Yes, you're nearly there, girl! I want you to force
more of me up into your vagina as Officer Reeves films
how much you love getting fucked, slave! That's it, oh
yeah! Now smile for the camera and let's really go to
town!" Officer Downing said in short grunted gasps as
he pounded away, fucking me with all his strength.
And as he'd instructed me, I obediently wrapped my legs
around his thick waist, reached round and grabbed hold
of his bobbing buttocks and hugged him as close to me
as I could as he commenced viciously fucking me back
and forth.
By now, my mind had disintegrated into a maze of
despair and hopelessness. Here I lay on my back, with a
large hairy sweaty man with a huge cock that was even
bigger and thicker than my own, being fucked brutally
and responding to the abuse as if I loved every moment
of it.
And what was even worse was the fact that five other
lusting, leering men were watching me, and Officer
Reeves was video recording it all.
Suddenly I felt Officer Downing shudder and quiver on
top of me, and as my anus responded by squeezing even
harder, tightening and milking his ever expanding and
throbbing cock, I felt him slam all the way up into me
and shoot his ball juices deep inside my bowels.
Immediately he rolled off me and then Officer Rodriguez
was on his knees, ordering me to place my legs over his
shoulders as he moved forward and waited for me to beg
him to fuck me.
"Sir, please fuck me really hard, please Sir! Sir, I
need to feel your hard penis deep inside my little boy
vagina, please Sir!" I heard myself say in the same
giggling little boy's voice to Officer Rodriguez.
"We don't need any lube now, do we cunt! Now slide that
vagina up and down my big cock like you did for Officer
Downing and give me a really good ride, slave!" he
growled into my face as he lay down on top of me and
pushed his large erection all the way up my anus.
Like Officer Downing, Officer Rodriguez fucked me as
hard as he could, enjoying the sensations my tightening
massaging arse muscles were having on his hard erect
uncircumcised tool. He took his time, laughing at times
as I enthusiastically ran my hands lightly all over his
back and humping butt cheeks as he fucked me, at times
slowing down, trying to prolong his approaching orgasm.
Eventually he shuddered all over and ejaculated deep up
inside me, and as he pulled his big wilting cock out of
my cum-filled hole, the next officer knelt down and
took his place.
So it was that I just lay there, begging and pleading
with each of them to fuck me and then letting them fuck
me over and over again. I obediently humped my buttocks
up to meet each of their thrusting erect penises as
they slam-fucked into me, fucking me as hard as they
could as they enjoyed the fact I was completely
receptive and submissive.
By now my mind was absolutely numb. I thought nothing,
and I felt nothing. I watched in a daze as my body
responded of its own accord, passionately and eagerly
doing whatever they demanded of me. I heard myself
speaking when ordered to, but I don't remember what I
said.
All I knew was I was no longer a virile young man with
a fantastic future ahead of myself, and that I was now
a slave to the micro-chip they'd injected into my
spine.
Eventually, after they had all fucked me at least three
times each, I was once more ordered up onto my knees
and forced to use my tight straining lips and sucking
mouth to make them cum again. And when they ejaculated
into my mouth, I obediently swallowed each of their
foul tasting ball juices down my throat again.
Eventually I found myself sitting on Officer Downing's
naked lap, my back pressed against his chest, my legs
spread wide apart across his own parted knees.
As he held me tightly against him, licking the back of
my neck, and whispering profanities into my left ear,
he reached down between my wide open legs, took hold of
my dangling balls, and with his other hand, he
commenced furiously jerking me off.
After the last blow job I'd just given Officer Denton,
where he'd held onto my head and repeatedly rammed his
cock up into my aching mouth as hard as he could, he'd
joked with Officer Rodriguez that I'd probably be a
right little root-rat and most probably had gallons of
slave juices sloshing around in my balls to spurt for
my new owner.
Officer Conroy had disagreed, saying I was probably
only a dribbler, so they'd placed a small wager on how
much and far I could blow my load.
Now I sat there on Officer Downing's large hairy lap
and let him jerk me off. I didn't struggle. I just did
what they wanted. I was in deep shock and the constant
threat of being anally penetrated again by them all
again terrified me.
"You know you love this slave! Just look at how hard
your cock is! And your huge fat dick is twitching and
aching for release! You're leaking all over the place.
Now concentrate real hard, smile real sexy like a good
queer slave, and show us how far you can blast your
filthy little slave juices!" Officer Downing whispered
into my left ear.
With tears rolling down my cheeks and a sexy sensuous
smile plastered on my face, but feeling completely
devoid of any feelings except for utter despair, I
watched as Officer Reeves video recorded what the large
SE officer was doing to me.
And as Officer Downing continued to vigorously
masturbate me with no lube or spit, sliding his rough
meaty clenched hand up and down the full length of my
thick erect penis, I realised with a sense of
detachment that my life had now changed forever, and
any free citizen, no matter who they were, could do
whatever they wanted with me and there wasn't a damned
thing I could do about it.
And to my complete humiliation, as the large SE officer
masturbating me jerked and squeezed tightly on my
throbbing cock, I closed my eyes as my muscled naked
body spasmed and shook, groaned loudly, and before I
knew it, I shot my shameful load splattering across the
room to the loud applause of the five other SE
officers.
"Good Slave! You'll make a wonderful pleasure slave for
some lucky free citizen!" he said as he squeezed the
last of my jism from my thick wilting cock.
Also, to Officer Denton's delight, he'd won the wager.
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