Evolution
Author’s Note:
Sorry for the long delay in finishing this chapter, it’s been challenging finding a way to move the story back to Noah’s journey and advance the narrative towards the story’s end without it just being dull & overly expository. Hopefully you enjoy it!
The Story So Far:
It seems forever ago now that straight uni student Noah was convicted on trumped-up drug charges and sold into slavery. Stripped of its old identity and forced to serve Master Ross sexually and domestically, it slowly accepted its new reality as slave 172.
With his brother Christian's journey into slavery now wrapped up, we return to the story of 172’s time in slavery. After initially inviting him to degrade & use his new slave 4 years ago, Master Ross has struck up a romantic relationship with Noah’s former best friend, Lewis. Together, they’ve instilled rigorous discipline, a routine of service, and moulded the slave to their needs.
But with the end of its 5 year sentence in slavery approaching, how has the slave’s life evolved during its enslavement? This is the penultimate chapter (although I have some ideas for spin-off stories) – what will the future hold for slave 172?
Character Reminder:
Because it’s been a long gap between publishing chapters, here’s a reminder of the characters:
- Slave 172 (formerly Noah Roberts) – Now 23 years old. A former law student, enslaved at 19 for 5 years on petty drugs charges.
- Master Ross MacLeod – 172’s owner, now 28 years old. An orphan since childhood, he inherited a house and a small fortune. Compassionate and emotionally intelligent, he is firm but fair with his slave.
- Lewis Bannon – Once 172’s best friend and roommate before his enslavement, he is now Master Ross’ submissive boyfriend.
- Sam Weatherton – Another of 172’s old roommates, he is a frequent guest at Master Ross’ parties where he enjoys using his former friend.
4 YEARS in SLAVERY – 1 SEPTEMBER 2038
Slave 172 woke up on the morning of 1 September, the fourth anniversary of its enslavement, to the now familiar sound of its wrist and ankle cuffs clinking against the steel bars of its cage.
This was 172’s first week back in its usual cage after a period of comparative luxury. Master and his boyfriend Lewis had been away for the last 3 weeks. While they’d enjoyed a week in Paris for Lewis’ 23rd birthday, followed by a fortnight in the Maldives, the slave had been sent to stay with another of its former friends.
Like Lewis, Sam Weatherton had been one of Noah’s roommates at university before his enslavement. In what still ranked as one of the biggest humiliations of its sentence, Sam had taken part in gangbanging Noah with several of their other university friends on its first birthday in slavery [chapter 10]. And he’d been a regular visitor to Master Ross’ parties ever since.
172 had come to look beyond the humiliation of submitting around Sam and come to enjoy the times it got to serve its former friend. Despite their respective positions in the hierarchy of the new society of legalised slavery, Sam had never been anything but caring and compassionate with 172.
It was Lewis who suggested Sam would be the ideal person to borrow the slave while they were gone. It would save the pair the logistical stresses of finding somewhere to store the boy while they were away. There were numerous “slave kennels” that provided such a service, but they were notoriously squalid. But with 172 safe in Sam’s custody, the pair could relax and focus on each other.
Meanwhile, the slave would get a feel for serving another Master for a longer period. With any luck, it would give the slave a new perspective on its position, and it may even learn a thing or two.
Sam was straight, and though he was no stranger to using slaves of both sexes, including 172 at the various sex parties that Master Ross had held over the years, he resisted the temptation to invest in his own sex slave and generally took care of his sexual needs through a string of one night stands and casual flings.
But with work sapping ever more of his time, he had been seriously considering getting a domestic slave, and having asked for Lewis’ advice on it, he’d been offered the chance to borrow 172 as a trial before he bought his own.
After leaving medical school, Sam rose meteorically to become one of the youngest consultant paediatricians in the country – and one of the best, if he did say so himself. However, his work kept him too busy to settle down, and he rarely had time for household chores. A few weeks with 172 as his domestic servant had been just what he needed.
Sam was more laid back than Master Ross, and still felt a genuine affection for the property that used to be his roommate. On the few occasions he did use the slave for sex, he was gentle & caring, making sure the slave was as comfortable as he reasonably could. And when the slave had to be disciplined – a relatively rare occurrence these days, besides its weekly maintenance spanking, which Master Ross had insisted Sam carried on – he let the slave recover afterwards by cuddling with him on the sofa.
It even got its own bedroom to sleep in. The feeling of sleeping in the cheap single bed felt completely alien to it, having slept in a steel cage for most of the last few years. The first few nights, it had all been too overstimulating; it had needed to climb out of bed and curl up on the bare wooden floorboards at the foot of the bed before it could feel relaxed enough to fall asleep.
But 172’s service during its time with Sam hadn’t been exclusively domestic – it had learned that Sam liked nothing more to unwind after getting in from a long day than throwing himself on the sofa and laying back to enjoy a nice, relaxing blowjob and body worship session from his former friend.
By the end of the first week, it didn’t even need to be told what to do any more; like any well-trained slave’s routine, it had become second nature – when it heard Sam’s car pull up on the driveway, it would pause its chores & kneel by the door of the house and wait dutifully for it’s superior to enter.
Once Sam was through the door, it would carefully unlace & remove his black leather shoes and gently kiss each of Sam's feet, typically receiving a praiseful pat on the head before crawling behind him over to the sofa. The slave made a mental note to find time to lick the shoes spotlessly clean later that evening.
Once Sam had laid himself down on the soft cushions, 172 would kneel obediently before him, silently undoing his zipper and extracting his hardening member out from the Calvin Klein boxer briefs hidden beneath, gently taking it deep into its warm, wet & welcoming mouth.
172 could usually tell what kind of day its former friend had by how the next few minutes would unfold - most days, it was left to work Sam's shaft as it thought best, making use of its years of experience pleasuring superior men's cocks.
On other days, when Sam was feeling less patient, the slave would have to endure every inch of Sam's boner being forcibly rammed down its throat, its movement controlled by a firm hand on the back of its head, or grabbing a fist full of its hair, as the rigid member pistoned selfishly in & out of its throat, causing the slave to gag & choke on it.
The slave’s reward for its efforts – a sizeable load of Sam's sweet-tasting cum being pumped down its throat – was usually followed by Sam relieving his full bladder of warm piss into the kneeling slave before silently nudging it to get up and start making dinner, while he relaxed with a glass of wine.
Unlike at home, the slave got to eat at the table with its superior whilst staying with Sam. However, Sam had followed Ross' instructions to keep the slave's diet plain & simple to minimise the risk of too much culture shock when it returned to its cold, watery slave gruel when it returned home.
But the period of respite with Sam couldn’t last forever; before the slave knew it, it was time for it to be collected by a freshly-tanned Master Ross. That night, as the slave lay beneath his owner’s rim seat, Ross excitedly recounted the events from their trip and the big news he had to share.
After so many years in slavery, 172 had grown accustomed to the various degrading acts of submission it was forced to endure. It had even grown to quite like the peaceful moments it got to spend quietly worshipping and massaging its owner’s impressive body - even after (and maybe especially after) his trips to the gym, the musk of his workouts intoxicating his human property.
But no act divided the slave’s opinion as much as the hours it spent tongue-worshipping Master Ross’ sweaty crack, taint and tight, pink hole under the rim seat as its owner decompressed from a busy day above it.
On the one hand, the formerly straight boy could never bring itself to accept or find satisfaction in this most degrading of acts, and yet it was a rare moment in the slave’s day when it could turn off the conscious part of its brain and, while it’s tongue lapped and licked at the majestic rump filling its entire field of view, get lost in peaceful reflection on its situation and the various stories from the outside world idly recanted by its lounging owner.
And today was no exception, as Master Ross recanted for the slave’s benefit the details of his romantic getaway. The slave had watched with interest the slow evolution of Master Ross’ relationship with Lewis. Honestly, it probably noticed the changes creeping in before Lewis did. Right from day 1, it was clear that as much as Master Ross cared deeply for his boyfriend, it was not an equal partnership; Ross would require Lewis to submit to him.
At first, as their romance had moved beyond a fling into a lasting relationship, they had experimented with some simple bondage play, as well as keeping Lewis in chastity. Ross had explained that it would keep him horny and make their sex feel even better for Lewis – and he hadn’t been wrong. Unlike 172, Lewis got to remove the chastity cage with Ross’ permission, usually when Ross made love to him.
However, Ross’ expectations for their relationship finally became crystal clear the day Lewis graduated from university two years ago. Ross had taken him for a candle-lit dinner at the poshest restaurant Lewis had ever been to in celebration of his graduation, his securing his dream graduate job as a book editor, and his moving in full-time with Ross.
Over dessert, Ross had produced a length of chain as a symbol of their commitment to each other and delicately padlocked it around his boyfriend’s neck before kissing him deeply – Lewis may legally be a free man, and the love of Ross’ life, but to Ross, they were not equals. Lewis would be expected to submit to becoming his alpha boyfriend’s prized possession.
Within a few months, his phone was being GPS tracked and could be remotely accessed, and he’d handed over his bank account to his boyfriend for safekeeping. Gone were his selection of boxer briefs; at home, he rarely wore more than a jockstrap with his chain collar and chastity cage. Master Ross had said he liked having his boyfriend’s hole easily accessible at all times.
But even as Lewis’ submission intensified, there was no mistaking that they were still a couple who had fallen madly in love with each other. They were so cute together that it made 172 feel nauseous at times from the sickly sweetness of it all.
And so it was that Ross had whisked Lewis away on their extended vacation. On Lewis’ birthday, after nearly 4 years of dating, Ross had gotten down on one knee, overlooking the Eiffel Tower, and proposed to Lewis.
Master Ross had made it very clear to his prospective fiancé that their marriage would continue the trend of their relationship – if he said yes, he could expect to spend his life as Ross’ submissive boi-wife, but Lewis had accepted!
As 172 imagined how its former friend must have felt in making that momentous decision, its brain drifted to a memory of just 24 hours ago.
After dinner, evenings in Sam’s house were generally free for the slave to enjoy some proper downtime for the first time in years, although the feelings of guilt from enjoying this time took a while to adjust to.
On their final night together, Sam had even allowed it to play computer games with him. They laughed and teased each other like they had years earlier, in what seemed like a previous life – albeit 172 was naked, sitting cross-legged on the bare wooden floorboards while Sam reclined on the sofa in his comfy dressing gown.
When 172 eventually beat Sam at their FIFA game on the third attempt, the ensuing play fight on the sofa felt just like old times before each suddenly remembered their new reality. The slave retreated in embarrassment to kneel meekly, head down, staring at his former friend's size 10 feet as Sam composed himself.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam eventually cleared his throat and ordered 172 to lay over his lap for a punishment spanking – 10 for each of the 3 goals the boy had put past Sam's goalie in the game.
It was by far the most painful disciplining of its time with Sam, yet it felt the most intimate. Having reconnected with its former friend on an almost equal level for the first time in its slavery, it somehow felt even more reassuring to now be over his knee being spanked like a naughty kid.
It felt natural. It felt right. It felt like a perfect validation of the slave's mental embrace of its position and decision to make the best of the unexpected change in direction that his life had taken.
At that moment, as Sam gently rubbed the slave's ruby-red cheeks after the last blow, 172 really believed for the first time that maybe fortune hadn't cruelly robbed it of a promising future as it once thought; maybe fate had instead opened its eyes to a life of far greater potential, a life that it had always been destined for.
As Sam carefully rose to his feet and led the slave towards his master bedroom for the first time during its stay, a small tear of joy formed in the corner of 172's eye, slowly running down his cheek as Sam positioned it on its knees in the centre of the comfy double bed, taking up position behind the slave's sore ass.
As Sam passionately thrust his hips into a mesmerising rhythm, breeding the slave's hole for the first of three times that night, the boy closed its eyes & felt its thoughts float away into a cloud of mindless euphoria.
