Rob
Rob has spent the last two hours cleaning the living room and kitchen. It's now being three weeks since the surf competition. His Masters are very strict and often punish him if they notice something he missed. He has learned to make an inspection himself before they come to scrutinise his work.
'Hey boi, how are you?' Pat says. His words are slurred. He is holding a bottle of beer in his hand and is wearing a suit. Joe and Carl are also drinking. They look extremely happy. Rob wonders why they are drunk before five in the evening.
'I'm good Sir just finished my chores. Where have you three being today Sir. I hope you had a nice day' Rob politely responds.
'Oh, yes we had a great day and it's all thanks to you. Today we got our visa's. We now have green cards to stay in the USA and it's all thanks to you' Pat said while taking a swig of beer. Rob wasn't sure how he felt about this. He didn't expect it to happen so soon.
'That's great news Sir. Does that mean you can release me early from my contract, now that you have what you wanted' The three Masters all burst out laughing which made Rob's head drop.
'Nice try slave but you signed a contract and we intend to hold you to it. We do need your help. Then we are going to the old hostel to celebrate with some friends' Pat said. What now? Rob thought. He wanted to rest after cleaning up not more orders.
'Can't blame a slave for trying' Rob joked which his drunk Masters laughed at. Pat ran his hands over Rob's head.
'Since we got our visa today, we decided we wanted a show. You are now going to suck Carl's dick. Please don't pretend this is something you don't want. We see how you are around him' Pat said smiling.
Rob looked at Carl. Why bother lying about it to himself or to his three Masters. When he got enslaved this is one of the things he liked about the idea the most. Now he was going to get to do it. He felt his dick growing and realised this had nothing to do with the modifications.
'Yes, I want to' Rob admitted. Carl undid his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He then let it fall to the ground. He undid his belt and kicked off his shoes. He pulled his trousers down leaving him in his socks and underwear.
'Crawl over slave, remove my socks with your teeth and then my boxer shorts' Carl ordered. As he was crawling over he noticed Joe and Pat had started to remove their shirts. By the time he reached Carl both his other two Masters are naked and sit either side of Carl.
Rob looked at the sight in front of him. The three men he has lusted after for a year almost naked sat beside each other. Maybe the slavery is worth it if he gets to this more often. Joe and Pat are hard and bring their hands to their dick and start to stroke.
Rob brought his mouth to Carls left sock. He gripped the top and started to peel it of his foot. It smelled musky but it is a smell he likes. When the sock was completely off he kissed his foot and said thank you Sir. He then did the same with his right foot. He is ashamed at how good he got at this task.
He moved his mouth up Carl's legs kissing them as he did. He reached Carl's boxers and looked quickly at Joe and Pat who were staring deeply at him. He could hear them lightly moaning. He brought his teeth to Carls boxers and started to pull them down with his teeth. Carls erect cock popped out.
It really is a lot bigger than he expected. Why does he remember it being so much smaller he thinks. He looks into Carl's eyes who nods. He takes his dick into his mouth and starts to slowly suck it. He is going to make this last. He realises he has literally fantasised about this moment many times before.
As he is sucking Carl he can hear Joe and Pat getting louder. Rob thinks this is the best moment of his life and not just as a slave. Carl starts to moan loudly. He quickens up the pace. He wants it to last but he also wants to impress him to make sure this isn't the last time it happens.
Carl pushes him off his dick and points his dick at his face and starts to come all over it. It seems like he shoots about ten loads before stopping. Then He sees Joe and Pat get either side of him and they too come all over his face.
'We are going to get ready and then we are going to the hostel. Stay on your knees until we come back' Rob felt his hands move to his collar and lock behind his head. He was now on his knees his face and hair covered in come. It was rolling down his chin and dripping on his chest and legs.
Twenty minutes later his Masters returned dressed in their usual board shorts and singlets. They walked out the front door. Rob didn't need to be told what to do any more. He followed them out and got the rickshaw ready. He then took his Masters to the hostel where he first met them.
He arrived at the hostel and followed his Masters into the reception area. Clay was stood behind the front desk. He burst out laughing when he saw Rob and he asked Pat if he was covered in come. Pat nodded which made him laugh even harder.
Rob felt humiliated. He was now walking through his former home in front of his friends, naked and completely covered in come. He looked down and noticed he was hard. He didn't even realise that one of his Masters had made him do this.
'Congratulations boys. You are now citizens of this great country' Tanner said to his Masters. He is sat beside Zac. Both free men are sat on their slaves. Todd and Tyler are both on their hands and knees and Tanner and Zac are sat on their backs. Rob can feel their humiliation.
'Thanks. We couldn't have done it without you' Pat says. Tanner nods and motions for them to take a seat at their table. Zac, Tanner and Jordan are playing a game of cards and having a few beers. They sit down and order Rob to bring in their beers from the rickshaw.
Rob walks through the hostel looking at the familiar faces of the people he once used to drink with. He keeps his head down. He doesn't want to talk to any of them. He wonders what they think of him. The fact that he is hard must make them think he is enjoying it. He doubts they know about the modifications.
As he is walking back carrying the case of beers the bottom of the box breaks and the cans fall to the ground. He immediately feels fear that he will be punished. He gets on his knees and starts to clean them up as quickly as he can. Some one walks out off the bathroom. He looks at the man's feet and then looks up.
He looks up to see Jordan staring down at him. Dr Sampson's husband. Jordan bends down and picks up the remaining can. He hands it to Rob and smiles. He isn't sure what to do or say so he says thank you Sir. Jordan then walks back to the table and Rob follows him.
Rob hands his three Masters a can each and put the rest into the fridge in the common room. As he gets back to the table the three Masters all open their cans. Beer sprays all three free men. The look on Pat's face terrifies Rob. He forgot to tell them the cans have being shaken up.
'You did this on purpose' Pat shouted.
'I didn't I swear. The box broke' Rob responded terrified. Pat looked unconvinced.
'He is telling the truth. I saw it happen' Jordan said. Tanner seemed surprised by his husband taking a slaves side but said nothing.
'Even if the cans getting shaken up was an accident you should have warned us about it. You need to be punished but first lick up the beer of the hostel floor' Pat ordered.
Rob got down on his knees as quickly as possible and crawled under the table. The hostel isn't the cleanest and he knew the cleaners didn't put in the biggest effort. He looked at the puddle of beer on the floor and started to lick it up. He could taste dirt as he did it.
'Time for your punishment. Follow me out back' Pat said. All the people sitting at the table followed him to the back of the hostel where Jack and Bryce's vans are parked. Rob was relieved to see neither of them were there.
'Stand between the two trees and put your hands in the air' Pat ordered. He did as he was told and noticed two robs hanging down from branches of either tree. Seems Clay has added some modifications to the hostel since he left. Pat then ties his hands to either rope. Clay walks from reception and over to him.
'I added this a while ago. Any staff member who does a bad job has to submit to being whipped or lose their job. You wouldn't believe how many times Troye has being tied up here. He never seems to do a good job' Clay said unable to hide his enjoyment.
Rob knew the implications of this. The people who visit this town for the amazing surfing locations find it difficult to get work since slaves starting doing so much menial labour. People are desperate for work. Clay is clearly taking advantage of the situation these young men find themselves in.
Anyone who wants to whip our slave can do. You only get one chance to do it. So guests please form an orderly line' Pat said.
'I want to go first' Clay said excited. Pat handed him a whip he had in bag. He told Clay that since he is the owner of the hostel he can have five chances to whip him. This made Clay smile and he walked behind Rob. He gave him a smack on the ass as he did it.
Rob waited for the first blow to land. He knew that clay was toying with him. Making him dread the impact. He is grateful Clay doesn't have any slaves. If he did he imagine the slave would be treated very badly. The first blow hit him stinging his ass the next four were equally as painful.
He looked over his shoulder to notice about ten of his former friends and another ten strangers in line behind him. He wonders why so many of his former friends are so eager to punish him. Maybe they never liked him or maybe they just want the experience of being a Master. Most will never afford to be one.
The first blow from one of his former friends hit. He was surprised it barely hurt. He wondered if he was getting used to it. Then as the hits went on he came to the conclusion that they were just untrained in what they were doing. Most of the whips barely hit him or had no force.
He looked up and noticed Troye and Jordan. He really didn't want them to whip him. Most of his friends that had whipped him so far were mostly good acquaintances but he was close with the two of these. Then both boys returned to the common room of the hostel without saying a word.
'That's enough for now. You are lucky Jordan came to your rescue boy. If there was any doubt in my mind you did this on purpose I would leave you here all night' Pat said while untying Rob. The three Masters and Zac returned to the hostel.
Rob followed them in. His ass stung but it really wasn't as bad he thought it would be. Only Clays strikes hurt and it was nothing compared to the other times he was punished. The Masters where back at the table with fresh open cans that luckily didn't spray beer this time.
'Lets play a few hands, to celebrate your good news. What music should we listen to' Zac asked the group.
'I've a good idea. Lets try the last modification. I can't believe we haven't tried it yet' Joe said. Rob didn't know what he meant. When he got the first set of modifications he was in a daze and barely remembered them. It seems like so much has happened since then.
'That's a great idea. Rob sing and dance to I'm a Barbie Girl by Aqua' Carl ordered. Rob looked confused but then a moment later.
'Yes Sir, now singing I'm a Barbie Girl by Aqua' He sounded like an Alexa device he had no control over what he just said. He then started to sing the lyrics perfectly in key and started to dance around the common room area.
The room is now full of laughter. It seems everyone in the hostel is watching his singing and dancing. He is singing naked in a high pitched voice with a raging hard on. He can't control the singing or dancing but that doesn't prevent him from feeling utterly humiliated.
He is made to sing two more songs as his Masters play cards and drink beers. The guests lose interest after the first song. He feels less on display which barely helps with his humiliation. He loved the events of earlier but after tonight he once again regrets agreeing to be a slave. They finally allow him to stop singing.
'Well gentlemen, me and my slave have a busy day tomorrow. You know how it is, so many slaves to process. Although I before I go Rob, I want to ask the first ever voluntary slave. How does it feel to be a slave now that you are a few months in?' Tanner asked.
'There are some good and bad parts to it. I must admit I am looking forward to when my year is up and I am no longer a slave.' Rob said sure he now wanted his slavery to end despite the chances of giving his Masters regular blow jobs. Tanner looked to Pat with a confused look on his face.
'That's right slave we have being meaning to tell you. The contract you signed isn't actually for a year. It is for life. We own you until we decide to sell you. Apologies for not telling you sooner' Pat informed Rob. He couldn't believe his ears. He just started at them in disbelief.
Jack and Bryce
Two weeks had passed since what happened with Brian. Bryce felt increasingly paranoid that Brian would tell his brother about what happened. He also felt extremely guilty about what they did. He bumped into Brian a few times who just walked by him with his head down.
Jack on the other wasn't worried he knew from the look on Brian's face when they saw him at the surf he wasn't going to tell anyone. As for a guilty conscious it may be an emotion he is incapable of. When he thought back to that night it always made him smile.
He was starting to get tired listening to Bryce whine about how Brian was going to tell his brother. He was getting bored of trying to calm down Bryce. He thinks his friend is paranoid. He also thinks what they did to Brian was harmless and that Brian clearly enjoyed it.
One day they went to Cosy Corner to surf and as the swam out beyond the breaking waves. They saw Brian and Conor surfing. Jack could hear Brian saying he has a headache and wants to head in and Conor surprised saying they had just got there. Conor followed his brother back to the beach.
'Conor is going to piece this together, first Brian shaves his head and give whatever excuse he gave. Now he is avoiding surfing because of us' Bryce said while sitting on his surf board.
'You may be right, he definitely suspects Brian's headache has something to with us' Jack responded.
'What should we do?' Bryce asked.
'Let me think about it'
Three Days Later
Jack and Bryce walked towards Owen's house. Owen the presidents son had supplied Jack with the drugs that he used on Rob. He didn't know he was the presidents son back then and thought he was getting a watered down version of the drug. He realised with the effect it had on Rob this was the real deal.
They walked through the gates of what can only be described as a small mansion. The lawn is pristine. Jack notices two naked slaves attending to the grounds as he walks up the brick pathway. They don't even look up at him and just continue working.
Bryce rings the bell and Owen answers the door. He is wearing shorts, is shirtless and barefoot. Bryce admires his body, his abs are toned, he is very tanned and has big arms. His curly long blond hair falls in front of his face. Bryce thinks he is incredibly hot.
'Come inside' Owen says while moving to allow them to enter. Jack looks around at Owens house. Like the blonde stud, it is magnificent. He guesses being the son of the president has helped his life a lot. They go to the living room and Jack and Owen sit on the sofa. Bryce sits on an armchair across from them.
Owen watches as Bryce sits down. He stares at him and then winks. Bryce looks down embarrassed by the attention Owen is giving him. He looks up and notices Owen is still staring at him. He smiles and Owen returns the smile.
'Lets get comfortable as we chat' Owen says. He takes out his phone and presses a few buttons. Less than two minutes later the two naked slaves walk into the living room. They stand in front of Owen and Jack with their hands behind their head.
'Go get us three beers and some snacks from the fridge' The two slaves react immediately and walk towards the kitchen. A moment later they return with three cold beers, some biscuits, chocolate and chips. Owen points to his feet and the two slaves get down on their hands and knees in front of Jack and Owen.
'Their former names are Brandon and Kyle. They have being my slaves since the rebellion. They are able to speak. They are just worried of punishment if they do'. Owen said raises his bare feet and places them onto Brandon's back and nods to Jack to do the same to Kyle.
Jack looks down at the two naked slaves on their knee's. Both of them have welts on their backs. They must have being whipped recently. He kicks off his flip flops and rests his feet on Kyles back. Not a free man but another person he gets to humiliate. He smiles at how his day is going.
They eat some snacks and make small talk for about thirty minutes. Bryce watches his friend and Owen sitting on the sofa their bare feet resting on the naked slaves. He finds it to be a very erotic image. All four men are incredibly hot.
'So what can I get for you, the same again' Owen says to Jack.
'Yeah and also I was wondering if you knew of a dungeon we could rent. We have a friend who needs to be thought a lesson' Jack replied. Owen looked to the ponder the request before speaking.
'You know you could get in a lot of trouble for this. Before the rebellion I used these drugs to control people without their permission. I was caught and sent to prison'.
'We know the risks, this guy really deserves it' Jack says trying not to sound desperate.
'Well then we can do business, the price of the drugs has gone up, it's now double the price. The dungeon will be another $300 on top of that' Owen says to Jack's horror.
'Double we can barely afford the old price as it is. Why is it so expensive' Jack asks.
'Well you know as risk goes up, price goes up. How desperate are you two? Owen says a smile growing on his face as he says. Jack looks at Bryce and then says very desperate. This seems to make Owen beam. He plays with his fingers pretending to think before responding.
'OK, I'll make a deal with you, if your friend here gives me a blow job, I'll give to you it all for free. I will also ensure full discretion on this transaction as always' Bryce's eyes went wide with what he said. Jack looked at Bryce and then turned around to Owen.
'Deal' Jack said. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't want to get the drugs this badly. How could Jack agree so easily. He looked at Jack and shook his head. There is no way he will agree to this. As hot as he finds Owen he doesn't want to be pimped out.
'Bryce, you know what Conor can do to us and what he has done. Him and his brother cheated to beat us at the surf competition. You are gay anyway and Owen is a fine specimen of a human being don't lie and say you don't fancy him' Bryce's head lowered as he said it.
'See, I knew it, all that will happen is you get to suck the dick of someone we all know you want to and we get the stuff for free. This is the definition of a win win scenario' Bryce thought of what Jack said, he did want to suck Owen's dick. After a minute or two he said yes.
'Slaves get out of the way. Go to the outhouse and wait for me' Owen said. Kyle and Brandon both got up and left the house. Bryce was very nervous but after looking at Jack and thinking of the consequences Conor could cause, he walked towards Owen.
'First, I want you to strip, I like people who service me to be naked' Bryce's head dropped but he had already decided he would do it. He kicked of his flip flops and removed his singlet leaving him in only his board shorts. He slipped his fingers into the waist and band and pulled them down leaving him naked.
'Lets get to it' Owen said as he pulled down his shorts showing a massive erection. Bryce walked over to Owen and got on his knees. He was both excited and humiliated. He knelt in front of him as Owen sat up and brought his dick closer to Bryce's mouth.
'Kiss it first and then start' Bryce looked at Jack and then kissed his cock head, He opened his mouth and took in all 8 inches. He began to suck as Owen leaned back on the sofa. Jack watched, feeling his dick growing in his pants.
Bryce tried every trick he knew to make this end faster, he rolled his tongue around Owens shaft and cupped his balls with hands. He could hear Owen moaning so went faster, after what seemed like hours Owen eventually shot his load down Bryce's throat and fell back on the sofa covered in sweat.
'That was amazing' Owen said. He stood up now naked leaving only Jack dressed and went to a cabinet. He removed the drugs they wanted and handed them to Jack. He then took out his phone and typed something into it.
'I've requested the dungeon, it's just off Johnstone street. Enjoy and be careful' Owen said while Bryce was dressing, come was rolling down his chin. They said there good byes and Jack and Bryce left. Owen wished them luck and said he needed to pee before walking out to his back garden .
'What are we going to do with Conor' Bryce asked.
'We are going to make him participate in the slave hunt' Answered Jack.
'What's that?' Bryce questioned.
'I forgot how dumb you are. Once a year, we hold a hunt for all the slaves that the honourable Judge Brown feels are redeemable. All the rich investors from the Civic Experiment fly in. The slaves are put into traps and then released if they can get to the end of the 2 mile obstacle course they are free.
The only downside is they are being hunted by the investors with tranquillisers guns. As of this date no sentenced man has ever made it to the other side. The odds are too heavy in the hunters favour. In less than a week Conor won't be our problem any more'.
Four Days Later
Jack and Bryce have now spent four days watching Conor's habits. They are making notes of the times he surfs and his routine. They have noticed that Brian no longer joins him for a surf but that Conor goes to Cosy Corner at almost the same time every day. Jack now has a plan.
Conor will always go to the beach, put down a towel and a water bottle and book. He will then surf for two hours and go back to the beach and sip his water as he sunbaths and reads. He is so far out in the sea he won't notice what they are doing.
Conor arrived at the beach around the same time as normal, he set his towel down and his water bottle and book and went to the waves. After twenty minutes Bryce walked over to Conor's water bottle opened it and dropped in the drug Owen had given them. Then him and Jack waited.
After what seemed longer than normal Conor came back to his towel and took a huge swig from his water bottle and sat on his towel. He opened his book and drank some more water. After 30 minutes of watching Conor, Jack and Bryce approached their pray.
'What do you guys want' Conor said looking up at the two boys.
'Just a chat' Jack responded smirking. Bryce and Jack put towels down beside Conor and sat down.
'Have either the two of you any idea why my brother has being acting so weirdly lately. Conor said while placing his book down and taking another swig of water.
'We may have an idea, but I'd feel more comfortable, if, as we chatted you were naked. Please remove your shorts' Jack said to Conor. It was his way of testing if the drug had kicked in yet. Conor looked confused at first but then removed his short and sat back down naked on the beach. Some people saw and laughed.
'Hi Conor, I suppose your confused as to why you are following my orders, the water you just drank is laced with a drug. For the next few days you will be under our control. Well actually anyone who gives you an order, your body will force you to comply with it',
Conor's mouth almost dropped open. He looked around as if he wanted to run away but was sure he could fight what ever was happening to him. He wouldn't let Jack beat him so easily. He stared at Jack and then Bryce with anger in his eyes.
'I don't want you to get burnt, put this on and then sit until I say otherwise' Jack said while handing Conor a bottle of cream. Conor applied the bottle all over his body. Bryce watch as he lather his beautiful body in awe of his physique.
A few minutes after Conor sat down he complained that his body felt like it was on fire. Jack smiled and told him of it was body removal cream. He let him sitting there in pain before ordering him to go to the sea to wash it off. When Conor returned he was hairless from the neck down.
'OK, now follow us, we are going to a special place to get you prepared for the next stage of your life. Leave your belongings you wont be needing them after today' Jack said to Conor while walking away. Conor got up in an instant and followed him and Bryce.
Conor felt humiliated walking through the town naked. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. No matter how hard he fought his mind wouldn't allow him not to obey. He hoped nobody he knew would see him and was already planning his revenge for when this eventually ended.
They arrived at the dungeon that Owen had provided and took Conor inside. It was like most dungeon parlours that had being introduced since the Sampson Slavery Laws came in. All the usual equipment, ropes and chains are there. Conor can't believe what he is seeing.
'Stand against the wall and raise your hands above your head' Jack orders. Conor walks over to the wall and raises his hands above his head. Jack nods to Byrce who walks over and attaches leather cuffs to Conor's wrists. He connects them to a chain hanging above Conor. Bryce then attaches a collar around his neck.
'We are going to make you look like a slave, that's why you are naked, why you have a collar around your neck and why you have no body hair. You need to look the part for our plan to work properly' Jack says to Conor while pressing a button that lifts him and leaves him dangling in the air.
'Just one last thing to make you look truly convincing as a newly sentenced slave. This part will hurt a bit' Jack said while picking up a whip. He brought it above his head and lashed Conor's bare ass. He was surprised that Conor didn't make a sound it left a huge welt on his ass though.
'Let me tell you what is going to happen. After I'm finished whipping your ass, we are sending you to the slave hunt. You will be captured by one of the rich oil tycoons and taken back to their country. You will be enslaved for the rest of your life far away from here' Jack taunted.
'I will tell who ever captures me the truth' Conor said, this made Jack burst out laughing.
'Yes, I know, a rich man who helped bring in slavery will have a free man who is the son of a very famous army officer in his dungeon far from anyone's reach. You will make him hornier than any slave ever could. He will show case you to his friends. Conor the star attraction'
For the first time since Conor was approached on the beach by Jack and Bryce he was worried. Until now he was just biding his time to escape but now he wasn't so sure he could. He felt another strike of the whip this time on his other ass cheek.
'We are the humiliators, we have humiliated many people, stripped them pissed on them, all sorts of things but our favourite victim was your brother. How I enjoyed shaving his head and pimping him out. We were worried he would tell you that's why we are doing this to you' Jack said while whipping him again.
'I knew you had something to do with his behaviour the way he looked at you too and the way he left anytime you two arrived. He will notice me missing and know it was something to do with you' before Conor could finish his sentence Jack whipped him three times across the back.
'Shut up. The thing with Brian is he is already terrified of us and he would only tell his big brother if he told anyone what we did. A few weeks after your disappearance we plan on telling him everything. Then we will have him enslaved as well. It's time for us to go'
Jack whipped Conor a few more times and then took a bag from a cabinet. He told Bryce to put the cloths in the bag. Him and Jack started to undress and then put on the cloths from the bag. A moment later they were both dressed in slave police uniform. He lowered Jack from the chains and connected a leash on him.
'For the next three days, I am ordering you not to speak to anyone except your new owner' Jack said, Conor tried to protest but no word could escape his lips.
They walked Conor naked and collared with welt marks on his back out of the dungeon and onto the streets. It was beginning to get dark. It took them an hour to arrive at the arena. They walked up to another slave police officer at the entrance.
'We got one more for you' Jack said.
'We are about to start, have you got the paper work' The slave police officer asked.
'There was no time, Judge Brown apologies, there were delays at court today, some unruly slaves. He promises the paper work will be filed tomorrow'. The slave police officer looks at Conor and then Jack and Bryce. He thinks for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
'What do I care put it in trap 13, you guys are lucky five minutes later and you would have being too late' Jacks nods to the officer after the instructions and brings Conor to trap 13. There are 12 other terrified naked slaves in the other traps. Conor doesn't look afraid he looks determined.
Sitting behind the traps are 12 men all wearing opera masks sipping whiskey. On top of the opera masks are in for red goggles. The last light of the day has fallen and it is almost completely dark. The men all stare at Conor's naked body in the trap.
'Well gentlemen, one of you lucky men have the chance to get an extra slave today. As always you must give the slaves a fifteen minute head start. OK, slaves lets get ready to rumble' The slave police officer said. The door at the front of the traps opened.
Conor didn't hesitate. He knew exactly where he was. He knew his only chance was to be as quick as possible. He knows there are nets and other obstacles that will get in his way. He runs, the other slaves do the same. Bryce takes in the sights of 13 naked men running for their freedom.
After 15 minutes a buzzer sounds, the hunters causally finish their whiskeys and shake hands. They pick up their tranquilliser guns and head in the direction the slaves ran. Jack and Bryce turn around and leave. Bryce is filled with shame while Jack feels proud.
