Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 20:07:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Chan <sm_asian_boi@yahoo.com>
Subject: Buying a Classmate

      I didn't think I would ever buy a slave it just never occurred to me.
I'm just a very do it myself independent person. So why would I need a
slave? I'm 23 working at a magazine ad department and doing pretty good
for myself. I'm not a gym going type so I'm not built like some of my
co-workers. I'm more of the stocky possibly chubby Asian guy. Not your
typical Asian figure. Knowing most guys I guess you want to know about my
penis. Well its 6 inches hard and pretty thick. But my cock doesn't matter
in sex but I am preferably a bottom. Well at least I think so, I've only
had sex with one guy and he was huge. So that wasn't the best experience on
earth. But I'm more kinky anyways.

      But will get to that again later. Now when a lot of people hear
slavery their thinking either small children working in factories or forced
labor. Well it might have been like that a while back. But now its new and
everyone seems to like it both slaves and masters. Slavery is now willing
and contract based between owners and slaves.  Slaves enter the contract
willingly but only for a short time and only have to do certain things...
Laws really changed a lot. When the thought about slavery came back in
there were a lot of things to hash out. The first thing both sides to do
was no children and non racial limited. So a few months in session they
figured this. If you enter slavery willing they will wipe out rap sheet and
give you a clean slate. And whatever money was used for the slaved
individual sale would go to the slave after the slave's term was over.
About 10 percent of the money goes to the handlers while the 90% is put in
an account for the slave once they've completed their contracts time. It
was a fair system but then only 1% willing went into slave status. But also
people didn't want to pay that much for a domestic help. That's when they
created the new system. Now your three typical slave contract go in three
categories. Which by the way is color coded. White, gray, and black.

White contracts are basically domestic slaves they retain their rights to a
degree and can not be used in sexual acts and or humiliation. (Basically
sort of a paid servant)

Gray contracts are the ones that people commonly want because gray slaves
do domestic work and sexual acts as well but only what we call "basic" sex
and in that certain factors in. Which is preplanned before the sale. Like a
gray slave can say I don't want to do blah blah this or I don't want to do
men or animals or whatever. You get it right?

Black contracts are the highest sellers but are rarer to come by. Why you
ask. Because that is full on slavery with no rights and at least a 2 year
contract length. When you are a black level slave your body is your masters
and they can have you do whatever. To the point of death. Not death to the
point just before it. At this level a slave can be body modified, tattooed,
pierced, tortured, used in every sexual way possible with anyone.  Well
anybody of legal age.

	Well when the color coded system came into action, you had all
sorts of people willing to sign up. People who were bankrupt, ass hole
fathers on child support, jocks who didn't make it to the big leads, on and
on just people who really screwed up.  Eventually the system just sort of
worked out and there was a new balance. 50% of the population remained
citizens 35 % white level slaves, 10% became gray level slaves, and the
remaining 5% became black levels slaves. As you can probably guess black
level slaves were the highest sellers. People who usually entered this
level figured they could do a few years of hardcore erotic service for
about 5 years and leave with half a million later. People received the
money tax free and of course if no one bought you then you still could fall
back on minimal price at least. Which for a black level slave was about
quarter million.


	Well now that's done with back to the story. My first slave. Now I
was living in San Francisco in a very spacious renovated old factory in to
a loft. I hadn't had work that day but I was surfing the net looking for
stuff on ebay ( the future might have changed but not that much). Well
after a while I checked my email seeing if I won any bids clicking and
deleting junk. Sorting out Viagra sales, slave schools, etc etc. When I
came across an ad for some slave boys. About to delete it I realized that
one of these boys was an old high school crush of mine. I looked twice to
make sure and too my luck it was him. Mike Duke was a stocky boy with
exotic features. He looked like he was Asian, Latino, and Irish or
English. Point is he looked fine and not matter what phase he was in
emo,nerd, whatever he was attractive and exotic. I kept the email planning
to talk to a coworker and friend of mine who owned a slave as well.

	Mark is a well, Mark is sometimes an asshole but a nice asshole
he's very proud of him self very sexual and well he's very egotistic. But
he can be nice sometimes he's tall brown hair very well tanned and he's got
lots of money. But not because he work's he invested in a brothel house. He
even has his teenage slave at his desk at work. I had to share and office
with Mark because my office was being renovated to be safe and up to date.

I remember the first day I met him, I walked in to a scene I soon would get
to know more familiarly.  There standing naked wearing a leather harness
and a whip in his hand having his 9 inch cocked sucked on by a scrawny
Czech boy was Mark my soon to be close friend and coworker.

I dropped my box and said "Oh, I'm so sorry do you want me leave.. I can
just go right now no problem you keep"

"No no don't bother you can stay want a taste of Mitch here." Mark offered
glaring his perfect white teeth smile.

Since that day me and Mark have been close friends he still uses Mitch a
black level slave in front of me but I've learned to adjust. It doesn't
even shock me anymore when I walk in on them in mid action. Today was no
exception.

Sitting there on my computer writing up the new budget while Mark in his
black business suit having Mitch suck on his scholng while he was talking
to me.

"So, Glen you want to buy a slave?"  "Well I don't know about want but
there is this guy that I specifically want and he's selling himself now."
"Is he prime meat like my little slut Mitch here?"  "Um, well I don't know
I never got into slave trade much. Do you want to see his picture maybe you
can tell me if he's prime meat?"  "Here pull up the site and will have a
look and buy you this wonder boy." Mark got out of his chair his cock still
wet with slave slobber and pre cum, and moved next to me not even bothering
to put it away.  Yelling at his slave "Slut did I say you could stop, get
your mouth back on my meat and keep working on it. When we get back home
your gonna get a cock punishment." His slave quickly ran over to his
master's leg licking and sucking on his master's cock for everything that
he was worth while his master stood beside me casually.

Unflinchingly I typed my email and pulled up the ad for my slave crush.
"Mr.Mittens is your email address?"

"Well it was the name of my cat, now stop critiquing my email, and look at
the slave I want."

Mark looked over the page reading some of the stats out loud" 7 inch cock 5
inch thick ..toliet trained... tongue cleaning trained... can cum 8 times a
day...5 year contract "

"Well what do you think? Should I go for it?"

"You really want this guy don't you? Honestly there are a lot of slaves you
can get hotter and more trained."

I put my blushed and Mark instantly knew how serious I was about buying
Mike.

"Well if you want this one this much I guess I can talk down the seller to
a cheaper price"

"Really? You mean it Mark. I totally appreciated it."

"Hey no problem you are letting me stay at your place."

-Buying Mike-

      Mark woke up to Mitch sucking him off like every morning and he came
down for breakfast he insisted that Mitch cook since he was also domestic
help as well or as Mark said it " Let the little bitch cook and you can
sleep in." But I wouldn't hear of it he was staying in my house for the
last week because his penthouse was being fumigated for ants or mold or
something.

      So while in my place I gave him half and the other side just my
personal space. So when walking into my place you would see a clean cut
nice colorful furniture setting and then on the other side, well all of
Mark's comforts his leather couch, leather throne, a X- Frame, bondage bed
with a hole in the middle, a horse, puppy cage, two types stocks (I don't
know why because the large one could function the same way), just a lot of
stuff that he promised me to show me all later.

      While Mark and I ate breakfast he suddenly pushed his plate away.
"Is something wrong with the breakfast?"  "No, its just fine. Bitch get you
ass down here now!"  Mitch ran down his legs pumping blood as he kneeled in
front of his master his lean chest beating faster. Beads of building up
perspiration over his for head. His hair hanging downward from his head.

"Mitch did you get your punishment yesterday for your insolence?"  "No, sir
I did not receive it sir. I'm sorry sir I forgot. Please sir forgive me."

With no ceremony what so ever Mark ripped off his bathrobe revealing his
tanned muscles body. He was wearing a black jockstrap and his favorite
leather harness. As I was about to leave the room I never liked to see
Mitch being punished or in that case any slave.

"Stay, Glen your going have to see this eventually and you'll have to do
this too at some point."

      I stood in my tracks as Mark prepared Mitch's punishment. Taking a
leather parachute he snapped it onto Mitch's balls connected to this
parachute was a cord that was suppose to intangible. And connected to it
was a baseball a plain baseball. Mitch was ordered to his master's side
where he was ordered to put his hands behind his head as his legs spread
open revealing his current position of bondage.

      Mark was sexy but he was cruel and he loved to torture his boys. He
tossed the ball up and down in his hand just waiting to throw it. Mitch
watched as his future pain would soon be caused by a simple object. Mark's
hand grasped the ball and was about the throw and Mitch tightened in
anticipation of the ball torture. When out of no where Mark dropped the
ball and Mitch relaxed but still tense unsure of his masters change of
mind.

"Why the hell am I going to take some effort to punish you when you're the
one that screwed up. Put the parachute away then get an enema I think the
brothel boys could use a bit of entertainment."

       Mitch hurried up the stairs clawing his way up there. Preparing for
his sexual punishment. The brothel boys were trained for sex, when they
were given a piece of meat that meat it would be gobbled right out coming
out drained and cock bright red.

"Now lets get you this boy."

Mark called his car around that another slave drove. This slave was a gray
level his uniform was a drives hat and a pair of gray pants ripped to be
shorts. His body was heavily muscled. Mark and I got into the back of the
car while Mitch crawled in on all fours like Mark had him trained to do. We
drove down the slave ranch located in Daily City not to far. Arriving at
this ranch it looked very similar to an army base but with high brick
fences to not allow intruders in.

As we drove up to the main complex a small table had been set up with three
chairs. One already occupied by a man in his late thirties fondling the
breast of a young woman .  When we finally sat down the man introduced
himself as Leo Redova who caught on to the slave management system early.
Now controlling North America's slave trade.

"Ah Mr.Vaugh I'm honored to meet you and your associate ehhh..."  "Please
call me Mark and this is my associate Glen we don't have to be so formal."

"Thank you very much Mr. Vaug.. Mark and pleased to meet you Glen now what
can I do for you today."

"Well I'm restocking my brothels today and would like to purchase about ohh
20 of your finest black level slaves."

Mr. Redova pushed his sun glasses down as he realized how much he would be
making today alone. We soon entered a giant room with a small conveyor belt
on it. Typing in the specification the conveyor belt began to move and
coming out like little toys from a machine naked male slaves came out.
After about an two hours of choosing Mark and bought his stock. But I still
hadn't even seen Mike. I was afraid someone might have purchased him. But
Mark saw my worry and whispered into my ear reassuring me that Mike was
still on the ranch and he would get him for me.

"Mr. Redova I'm not exactly satisfied just yet." Mark said casually.  "Why,
sir you've picked my best stock was else could you need. Please let me help
you in pleasing you."

Mark pulled from his pocket a printed portfolio of Mike showing it to
Mr. Redova who desperately wanted to keep him happy.

"This piece of trash you want? If this is all you seek I'd gladly give him
to you as a gift of gratitude for your business. Ryan get the new toilet
boy from the slave stalls here and clean him up as well."

Ryan Mr. Redova's assistant returned with Mike. Naked his hair drenched to
his face by sweat from his ass and mouth being constantly used as a fuck
hold but a toilet for them as well. His body glistened making me lust for
him more. His hair still remained long but now he looked erotically savage.

(Chapter 2: Mike and Glens Time Alone)

When I got Mike back home with me Mark said he needed to go supervise the
brothel taking his slave and left Mike and I alone.

"Have fun don't do anything well thinking about don't do something you
would do."  When Mark and walked out the door.

Mike and I stood in silence me fully clothed while he stood still
glistening from freshly coming from the slave ranch. A small love trail
leading to his massive cock secured and hidden away by a leather belt and a
loin cloth. They had given him simple sandals.  Before I could give him an
order he immediately kneeled before me kissing my shoes and licking the top
with his massive tongue.

I stood there letting him continue my cock stirring in my pants unsure what
I wanted to do to him. Unsure of what I should do with him.

"Enoug... Enough slave you and me are going upstairs to take a shower your
filthy and you smell like a public bathroom. Now follow me."

"Yes sir I'm sorry I smell sir please forgive my scent." He said looking
down at his feet.  Seeing this was not only adorable as vulnerable but also
erotic in the control of men.  Within me a lust yearned as my cock for the
first time began to ache.  Raw sexual instinct awoke within me my hand
swung toward his cock thrusting through the loin cloth grabbing it roughly
manipulating it in my hand as he stirred and groaned in pleasure and pain.

He begged in cries " Sir please I'm about to cum sir please at least give
me permission to cum....ohhh...ahhh...ohhh"

"Do you think I care if you need to cum slut. These balls are mine now and
if you spill a drop of you white juice I'll milk you dry and make you lick
it all up. Then I might not let you cum till you're a free man again."

"Oh no sir please sir ill try my best to stop from Cumming sir. Ohhhh fuhhh
oh shit please sir ohh sir"

Here this man drenched in sweat and piss and cum of more virile and
muscular men whimper like a dog. A man I once would have let do to me what
has been done to him.  Now here was this man his pleasure and manhood in my
hand.

I began to bark order unsure where they were coming from me." Slut get into
the bathroom and prepare a shower and wait for me there when I arrive you
are to undress me with your teeth and climb in the shower. There you will
act as my chair by lying and you will wash me. Now go and if you do well
enough of a job I might consider letting you masturbate."

Mike dropped to his knees like a dog begging at his master's leg "Than
Thank you sir thank you very much sir." He ran up the stairs his butt
moving with muscular form.  Waiting to be used once again.

-Bath Time- When I arrived Mike had done as I said his "clothes" neatly
stacked. He then began to undo my clothes using his bare teeth while his
hands clasped behind him. Harassing a white button out of its slit undoing
closer and closer toward my cock. When he soon arrived to my tool of
pleasure and his reason for being he slowly gave my cocks prison a kiss. He
began to undo the clasp and pulled the zipper out. Releasing my cock from
the black cotton pants. He rubbed his face against it much like how a pet
desires attention from his owner. And now here his master.

He then crawled into the massive tub and took his place as my chair. He
spread him self evenly to make the sit as comfortable as possible. I took
my place on this throne made of man and for a moment we laid there
silent. The only sound was that of gushing water from the silver steel
pipe. Washing over soothingly. I broke the silence this sensual singular
moment. Where I reached for a water proof version of this slaves portfolio.

"Slave, boy I will be asking you a few questions and you will answer them
without hesitation when I sense hesitation you will be punished later."

"Yes sir I serve you with out hesitation my tongue my body is yours."

Ok I wasn't expecting that "Very good slave now to begin with a few
questions. Why did you choose to become a slave? Where are you pleasure
zone? What is your worse punishment? And what did you do before becoming a
slave?"

"Yes sir, sir may I ask a question?"  "Very well slut but don't make a
habit of it."  "Thank you sir, does it have to be answered in that order?"
"No slut, now start answering them?" giving his balls a firm squeeze.
"Thank you sir, well sir the reason I became a slave was because I went
bankrupt also because I felt I needed to be a sub a toy for real men. I
would never achieve that if I was still a free man sir. My pleasure zone
sir is my hole and my penis sir. They had that sensitized in order to make
me a better slut. My worse punishment sir is when I was humiliated. Like
when I was made to wet myself standing in front of other slaves. But also
the denial to cum sir."

"When was the last time you cummed?"

"Well sir it was about 4 months ago it was before they realized that I
wasn't very marketable that I was downed to a toilet slave instead of a
slut slave sir."

I mulled over the information I just received while I slowly manipulated is
cock in my hand. He emitted moaning sounds that only inspired me to become
more sexual and more vindictive.