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The Story So Far:
Sorry for the long delay in writing a new chapter. By way of a recap, the story so far has mostly centred around straight uni student Noah, convicted on trumped-up drug charges and sold into slavery.
Stripped of its old identity and forced to serve its new owner, Master Ross, both sexually and domestically, it has slowly accepted its new reality as slave 172.
In the last two chapters, we met 172’s older brother, Christian. As his life spiralled out of control, he was inspired by his brother’s acceptance and transformation to take drastic steps and find purpose in his own life by committing to a life of service and ownership in voluntary slavery.
DAY 2 of CHRISTIAN’S SLAVERY – JULY 2037
Christian barely had a chance to think about the large hand planted on the back of his head, forcing his mouth ever further down the length of the engorged cock of his new owner; he was already fully focused on trying to cope with the intruder without catching it with his teeth or losing his air supply to breathe.
Christian had never sucked a cock before, although in the days running up to his voluntary enslavement, once his mind was made up that this would be his fate, he had bought a small dildo and spent a bit of time trying to practise sucking it without gagging, but it was only a token effort compared to the real thing.
Master Alex wasn’t going easy on him; after all a slave’s purpose is to serve and to be used, but so far, Christian was handling it remarkably well.
For 15 minutes, Alex had progressively pushed more and more of his 6.5” meat into the kneeling slave’s mouth, slowly increasing the pace as the boy’s gag reflex gradually adjusted. When Christian finally felt his owner’s dark, wiry pubes tickling the end of his nose, accompanied by a loud sigh from his Master above, he knew he was finally getting to the base.
Once there, Alex held his cock in place in the spluttering slave’s mouth, the bulbous head lodged in the back of its throat, and his hand firmly clamped to the back of the slave’s head to prevent him from pulling away.
As the slave fought to control his gag reflex, a single tear began to roll down his cheek until it was intercepted by Master Alex’s thumb, gently wiping it away.
“Look up at me, slave”
Christian did as he was told, making eye contact with his owner's deep, emerald-green eyes.
“Good boy. This is what a real cock feels like, slave. Not like that pathetic little thing of yours.”
Christian had always been self-conscious of his cock, just 4” hard. His girlfriends had always said they didn’t mind, but he never fully believed them. He couldn’t help but compare himself to the other blokes he caught glimpses of in the gym showers, most of them bigger flaccid than he was with a full boner. Maybe it was true what Master Alex had said; perhaps he was always destined to be a chaste beta male by his very biology.
As if reading his mind, Alex continued, “The more I think about it, the more I’m embarrassed on your behalf. It’s for the best that it's locked away forever. You can just forget your tiny distraction and focus on what matters.”
Christian instinctively gulped at the reminder that his cock would never again receive any stimulation, causing him to choke on the cock still filling the back of his throat and prompting laughter from Master Alex. He gave his slave a playful but firm slap on the cheek before placing his hands on either side of the slave’s head, just behind the ears.
“Right, enough dawdling, time to get some use out of you. Don’t worry about gagging or choking; just make sure you keep your teeth out of the way, or you’ll regret it. Oh, and try to get it nice and wet; you’ll be grateful for it in a bit.”
Christian felt the hands on his head grip firmer as Master Alex’s cock was momentarily withdrawn from the depths of his mouth before it was swiftly and firmly thrust back in as Alex began to face-fuck his new property.
Alex was no stranger to being around slaves. Growing up, the MacLeod family had owned a slave, #124. Alex vaguely remembered it was serving a long sentence for something like fraud, but he hadn’t really paid that much attention to such things.
Back then, Alex had been too young to view it as a sexual object (as his parents no doubt did). Alex’s mum insisted on keeping the slave in a standard-issue National Slave Agency white jockstrap due to the kids, but it had seemed completely normal to see the rest of the slave’s body on constant show.
Alex & Ross were only 10 & 16, respectively, when their parents died in a car crash. The pair were sent to live with their traditional, conservative grandparents who took a dim view of the relatively recently reintroduced slavery. So poor slave 124 had been sent to the auctions and all but forgotten about by the boys who had grown up teasing and playing with it. It was bought by one of the city centre slave brothels for a decent sum of money, which Alex and Ross would inherit alongside their parents’ investment fortune when they came of age.
Alex’s next proper experience with slaves came many years later when he left home to study at university. One of the perks of being bright enough to go to a university as rich and prestigious as Oxford was the abundance of impeccably trained slaves who ensured the students lived a life of luxury and relaxation when away from their rigorous studies.
There were teams of body slaves trained to eagerly act as everything from urinals to shower companions, masseurs, or just a pair of simple holes for the students’ sexual release. Others were trained as simple servants, carrying books, running errands or acting as footstools or human ashtrays, not to mention the housekeeping and catering slaves. Anything that could add even a minor inconvenience to the lives of the busy students was catered for using slaves.
Alex had taken a particular fancy to one of the body slaves, #760, a Southeast Asian lad who bore a passing resemblance to one of his high school crushes, Eric, albeit a few years older.
Alex was drawn to the slave’s toned, hairless body and innocent-looking face, its dark brown eyes complementing its short black hair. He had no idea the details of the slave’s story, why would he care about such things, but it had clearly been rigorously trained to cheerfully accept whatever use the free young men of the university saw fit to dish out to it.
Alex had first used it as a urinal on his first morning waking up in the college dorms. He’d heard all about urinal slaves but never had the chance to use one. Still, as he tentatively poked his semi-hard cock into its mouth and began to empty his bladder, he was struck by how eagerly it gulped down the golden stream and how sincerely it thanked him afterwards. All the while making unwavering eye contact with Alex, who couldn’t help but imagine it was his crush, Eric, that he was degrading rather than a random slave. From then on, Alex made sure to use slave 760 whenever he got a chance.
Every morning it took his piss, then sucked him off before following Alex into the communal showers to scrub his body clean for him. Then every afternoon, when Alex returned home from the gym after his lectures, he would track down his favourite slave to reverently lick clean his sweaty feet, armpits, ass crack and ball sack.
After long and frustrating days, especially when he was feeling too hungover for a session with the gym’s punching bag, Alex would release his pent-up energies by shoving the slave over his desk and beating its rear with a stiff hardback book before breeding its bright red ass.
But no matter what pain or degradation Alex threw at the lad, the facade of grateful obedience never once slipped. Sadly, Alex knew it couldn’t last forever; 760 was owned by the university, and sooner or later, he would have to graduate. He just hoped he would find a slave of his own who could live up to the high standards he had come to expect.
Christian was mesmerised by his new owner’s power over him, staring almost vacantly up at his Master’s smirking face as he continued skull-fucking his new property, the boy getting his first taste of his Master’s salty precum as it mixed with the ropes of saliva filling his mouth and dribbling out onto his chin, past his thick steel collar and onto his bare, freshly tattoed chest below with every thrust.
In his almost dissociated state, he almost forgot how he had ended up here and what would come next, putting all thoughts out of his head except trying to please his owner then and there in the moment.
It even took him a moment to notice when the throbbing cock finally stopped pistoning in & out of his mouth, its mushroom tip still leaking copious amounts of precum as it rested on the back of his slack tongue, his jaw aching from being stretched wide for the best part of an hour now.
Alex could only smile as he saw the awareness of his situation slowly return to the glazed-over eyes of the lad kneeling before him.
“Fuck dude, we’re gonna have to switch things up, or else I’m gonna bust any moment”, he addressed his brother across the room, whose own cock was still being delicately worshipped by his own kneeling slave.
Alex gently helped his slave to his feet and guided him from behind, one hand firmly on each shoulder, towards the steel-framed bed resting against the cellar’s bare brick wall.
“Do I need to tie you up for this, boy, or can you manage it without?”
The gentle care in Alex’s voice jarred somewhat against the dehumanised face-fucking that the new slave had just endured, but slave 172 recognised in Christian’s new owner the same care & compassion he had come to know in his own self-assuredly firm but fair owner.
“N... no, Sir. I don’t think so, Sir.”
“Good boy”
Christian didn’t know whether it was just the nerves of what was about to happen or something deeper, but he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling rising in his stomach when he heard his owner’s praise as they reached the bed.
“OK then. Let’s try with you on your back, edge of the bed”, Alex instructed, gently nudging the slave forward with a pat on the small of his back.
Christian got into position as instructed, raising his knees to rest awkwardly against the freshly pierced nipples as he watched his Master slowly stroking his erect cock, ensuring it was fully lubricated with the slimy saliva generated by the slave’s first blowjob.
As he admired his owner, he caught a glimpse of Master Ross whispering into 172’s ear out of the corner of his eye, the slave smiling and nodding at the whispered instructions before disappearing out of view around the other side of the bed.
Just as Master Alex finally approached the bed, Christian felt his ankles being gently grasped from behind and lifted upwards towards his head and spread apart, further exposing the tight, pink hole that was about to be deflowered.
As Christian looked up, he saw the kind, reassuring smile of his brother above him, the glint from the cellar’s bare lightbulb reflected in both his eyes and his steel collar as he carefully held Christian’s ankles by their own shiny steel cuffs.
Christian’s eyes quickly darted away from his brother’s as he felt the tip of his owner’s rock-hard member gently brush against his hole, scrunching his eyes closed and gulping in anticipation.
“Look at me, slave”, Alex softly instructed. “I want you to look me in the eye and stay like that while I use my property. I want to see the look in your eyes as I make you my fucktoy”.
Christian took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. After a nod of calm reassurance from his brother, Christian lifted his head to make eye contact with his Master, stood at the end of the bed, slowly rubbing the tip of his hard cock up and down the slave’s taint, briefly pausing each time it reached his hole.
Satisfied that he had the slave’s full attention, Alex slowly pushed forward, the boy’s virgin hole stretching apart to slowly accommodate the head as Christian again squeezed his eyes closed, his face contorted into a grimace from the stinging pain.
Alex paused his pushing, “I meant it, fucktoy, eyes open. I’m being gentle for now, but if I have to warn you again, you’ll be over that bench for a caning and then a proper fucking, no taking it slow.”
Christian again opened his eyes and tried to take deep breaths. He had no reason to doubt his threats, yet he felt completely safe in his presence.
“Good boy, just relax, and it will be a lot easier, but it’s going to happen either way.”
As Christian absorbed his new owner’s advice and tried his best to relax his sphincter, his concentration was momentarily interrupted by the sounds of muffled moans from above him. Looking up, he saw his brother, still holding Christian’s ankles, but his mouth was now covered by his owner’s large palm as Master Ross effortlessly slid his cock into his experienced slave’s exposed hole from behind. The look in 172’s eyes could only be described as blissful as if his mind had been transported to an oasis of pleasure a million miles away.
Looking back to his owner, Christian cleared his throat and tentatively spoke, “Please u…use me, Master.”
“Good boy”
With that, Alex resumed pushing forward, slowly but without pausing until his whole length had been swallowed by the boy’s hole, all without breaking eye contact with his property.
As he slowly began to pull backwards again, he swore he saw the boy’s caged cock twitch. That was all the encouragement Alex needed, pulling back until just the tip remained inside the slave’s hole before ploughing forward again, picking up the pace with each thrust as he got lost in the sensation of the tight hole gripping his length.
The slave moaned and wailed as his virginity was unceremoniously cast aside, with Alex eventually having to retrieve his used jockstrap to stuff in the boy’s mouth to keep it quiet, but after its initial warning, it never closed its eyes or turned its head away until eventually Alex couldn’t hold back anymore, sinking himself balls deep in a single thrust to unload nearly a week’s worth of saved up cum into the slave’s guts.
One thing was for sure, now Christian was his property to use as he liked, he’d never have enough restraint to save up a week’s worth of cum ever again.
As Master Alex slowly got his breath back and wiped away the sweat from his forehead with an old towel, Master Ross retrieved something from his cupboard of tools & toys – a set of 2 butt plugs, one seemingly huge, the other like its miniature twin.
After effortlessly slotting the former into slave 172, he gently worked the smaller into Christian’s hole before helping the exhausted slave to his feet with a reassuring smile, ushering the pair of enslaved brothers to their respective steel cages, securing the padlocks and leaving them to rest for the night in the dark dungeon.
3 MONTHS LATER – MASTER ALEX’s POV
*Holy fuck, this feels good*, Alex thought to himself as he pounded away hard, fast and deep into the sloppy, cum-filled asshole of his slave, laying dutifully beneath him, face twisted in discomfort but moaning softly with each thrust.
It was the perfect way to end what had been a fun night. Alex was hosting a bunch of his friends and new colleagues for a housewarming party to celebrate his moving to London and starting his new job as a trainee prosecutor. Naturally, his slave property and its various holes had been a central feature of the evening’s entertainment.
Alex had spent most of the early evening distracted by socialising with his various guests, ensuring everyone was enjoying the party. He’d almost forgotten about his slave, kneeling dutifully in a secluded alcove near the bathroom servicing his guests, until he wandered through from the kitchen to find his new boss emptying his bladder down the slave’s throat whilst maintaining a full-blown conversation with some other guests.
257 was just about managing to gulp down the torrent of bitter fluid without any spillage. Alex had to rearrange a rapidly growing semi in his trousers at the sight before him. Tipsy from an evening of drinking beer and slowly losing any inhibitions, Alex wandered over, reaching out his hand to greet his boss with a firm handshake.
“I’m glad you could make it, Peter.”
“Of course, thanks for inviting me.”
“I see you’ve found the slaveboi. It still needs a bit more training, but it’s getting there.”
“Oh, it seems pretty capable to me”, he replied, placing his hand firmly on the slave’s head and pushing his growing cock further into its mouth.
Alex chuckled and gave his kneeling slave a pat on the head, “Yeah, it’s adapted really well. When everyone’s settled in a bit, I’m gonna set it up in my room for people to use its fuckhole, so you’re welcome to give it a go if you want.”
“Absolutely; cheers, Alex.”
The thought of his slave getting gangbanged at his party tipped Alex’s semi into a full-blown boner, stretching his tight, white CK boxers under his smart black trousers.
257 had been Alex’s university graduation present from his older brother, Ross. It seemed funny now, looking back on those first days with the slave – it had volunteered for slavery and even turned down a chance of being released afterwards. Not that Alex would have actually gone through with freeing it; he just wanted to test its mentality by offering, and it passed the test with flying colours. Yet it had still been hard work training it to get to this point where Alex could sit back and reap the rewards.
It took a few weeks for it to embrace its new reality and start forgetting the person it used to be – what was it called? Carl? Or Chris? Charlie? Or something like that? It didn’t really matter. Alex’s slave no longer had any need for a name; its randomly generated slave ID number, 928-461-257-V, did the job well enough.
SLAVE 257’s POV
*Holy fuck, this feels so right*, slave 257 thought to itself as its owner pounded away hard, fast and deep into the sore, well-used asshole of his slave. 257 wished it could keep its eyes open to stare up at the Greek God-like figure towering over it, who it was blessed to serve. But its hole had been so thoroughly used by its owner’s friends that it couldn’t help but grimace, even as each painful thrust against the slave’s prostate elicited a subconscious moan of pleasure.
It was a fitting way to end what had been a long night of duty and service. Master had hosted a bunch of free men for a party. Naturally, the slave had been thoroughly used in all manner of ways, taking piss and cum in both ends from more or less everyone there.
But the highlight of its night was when its Master came back after what had seemed like forever, left alone on its knees to be used by the guests.
It had been in an almost trance-like state of subspace, focussed only on gulping down the latest bladder-full of hot, mildly alcoholic piss, this time from a short, rotund man, much older than it was, who must be fairly important judging by the way it’s Master had greeted him.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
That was when it heard its owner’s hypnotic voice approaching in the distance. The words didn’t register; the conversations of free men were of no relevance to an object, but it would recognise the tone and timbre anywhere.
Instead, 257 just continued to focus on gulping down the torrent of bitter fluid without any spillage. It would get the cane again if it spilt any, especially in front of guests. It would be mortified to embarrass its Master like that.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
It was certainly an easier task than it had been a few months ago. It had gotten used to drinking Master Alex’s piss daily, but being used as if it were an inanimate object by a total stranger in front of an audience of even more strangers who barely acknowledged its existence, was a whole new level of degrading. But it knew this was just another situation it would have to get accustomed to serving in.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
The slave was briefly taken by surprise as the man’s hand, hairy and overly large for such a short man, firmly grasped the back of its head and pushed his growing cock right to the back of its throat as he dispensed the final drops of waste fluid. The slave did well to suppress choking on it; that would have surely meant spilling some and incurring its owner’s wrath.
The surprise caused its sphincter to twitch around the large butt plug it had been wearing all night. It was rare that it even noticed being plugged anymore, but Master had pumped the inflatable plug extra large tonight to prepare it for plenty of use. Ever since the night that its owner had taken its virginity, its hole had been plugged 24/7 any time it wasn’t being used as a cumdump, so the slave barely even remembered what having an empty hole felt like anymore.
But its momentary panic was replaced by serene tranquillity as it felt its owner’s hand gently pat, rub and caress its buzzcut head and utter – almost slur, to be honest, he’d clearly been sampling the assortment of beers he’d ordered in – the words, “It’s adapted really well”.
No matter how harsh the discipline it endured or how degrading the training became, the warm fuzzy feeling of its Master’s praise never went away. It had taken months of constant effort to get to this point of forgetting the past and embracing its purpose, but now it barely thought of life before its enslavement. Even subconsciously, it now thought of itself as just an “it”, an object, a piece of property; its every waking moment and every nocturnal dream was consumed by the drive to please its owner.
The look of ecstasy on Master Alex’s perfectly sculpted face as he pumped a load into one of its holes was always the highlight of the slave’s day; the feeling of pride in having pleased its owner had become tantamount to an orgasmic feeling for the slave, to make up for all the actual orgasms it was now forever denied.
It would have to take many more loads from guests before it could finally spend some 1-to-1 time with its owner later. But the job of a slave is to be useful in any way it can for its owner, and if that meant serving its owner’s distinguished guests to earn its owner’s load later, then it could think of nothing it would rather be doing than being used.
