Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 23:13:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falsely Enslaved, Part Twelve

FALSELY ENSLAVED

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  Twelve


To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten about my
agreement to give Brett to Jamie if he persuaded mom
and dad to move down here.  Frankly, I thought he was
getting enough from me anyway:  he'd not even tried to
get a job, and the tailor in the town had started to
send me Jamie's bills - when I'd asked him about that,
he waved it away almost airily saying that he was the
brother of the richest man in those parts, and he
thought that I'd want him to cut a certain style.  All
his "northern" clothes weren't really suitable for the
events mom and dad wanted him to take them to as the
style here was more for elaborately ruffled shirts,
tight-cut pants, and jackets that did not close so
that the ruffles could all be seen, all quite unlike
the stuff he used to wear in the north.    Well, I
suppose I'd gone along with it, but now having to give
up Brett was perhaps going too far - Brett was after
all an immensely valuable animal because of his
stunning looks and because having a whitey like him,
properly and completely pony trained, was such a
rarity.

My concern was that Jamie might immediately sell Brett
to raise money - he had asked me for an allowance,
which I had refused as I think all men ought to work -
so it wasn't clear what he was living on, although I
suspected that mom and dad, relieved of the costs of
running their own place, were giving him money.  So I
started to argue with Jamie, saying I was unwilling to
give him Brett and perhaps we could just go and buy
him a nigga pony at the local sales, but he was
adamant that this was our agreement, and he wanted me
to stick to it.   I lost it a bit then, and began to
complain about the tailor's bills again (and the boot
maker's!), and Jamie again asked me if I wanted my
brother to look like a tramp, or a local hick!    He
appealed to Sam who'd been sitting there listening
quietly but not joining in this family row, and Sam
just shrugged and said that I was the older brother, I
had all the money, and for those two reasons alone
what I said ought to be the law.  Jamie carried on,
though, about how I ought to make good on my promises
if I wanted to be a "southern gentleman" (I didn't,
actually), and in the end I lost my temper and said
that he could have Brett - but I wouldn't make a gift
of him, only loan him "indefinitely" - that way, at
least, I could make sure Jamie didn't sell him.

Brett was satisfied, and we shook hands, and then I
asked him why Brett was so important.  "Steve, you
didn't do the frat stuff when you were at college, did
you?"

"No.  I like my own ways too much, and all that
initiation, secret sayings, and all that crap wasn't
me."

"Well them you can't understand how important it is.
We all agree to look after our frat brothers, and
Brett was pretty good to me, after the horror of the
initiation.... So now I want to look after him in
turn."

"He's a trained pony, Jamie!  It will cause problems
with the other slaves if you start showing him
favours.  And, anyway, there's no room at mom and
dad's for him to have a separate room - he'll need to
live out in that place on the alley."

"I was thinking of having him in my room, actually.
He and I... Well, a few times.... You know...."

"You mean you fucked?  For Christ sake, Jamie, you
can't do that now!  Mom an dad will be in the
house....."

"...which didn't stop you fucking me, Steve!"

"Yes, but that was casual, when I had a room there.
It's different if you move a slave in to live with you
permanently."

Jamie nodded, and I wondered if I had convinced him.
Still, he was a grown man now, and I can't solve all
his problems for him - let him sort out mom and dad,
and explain his sex life to them!  So I rang the bell
and told the valet to go and get Brett and have him
wait out the front (as a pony he wasn't allowed in the
house of course), and a  few minutes later Jamie, Sam
and me all went out there.  Brett was standing there,
in the shafts of the trap as I suppose it had been
thought we were going for a spin, properly "resting"
with his head down, feet apart and hands clasped
behind his back.  Jamie rushed over and began
"Brett..... Old buddy.....", but Brett just stood
there.

Jamie started to get worried, and tried to get Brett
to acknowledge him, but to little effect.  He came
storming over to me almost shouting "What the fuck 's
happened to Brett...."

Sam looked at me silently asking for permission, which
 I gave with a brief nod of the head, and he took
Jamie back over to where Brett was standing, and got
Jamie to really feel Brett's butt, taking a handful of
the hard muscle and trying to knead it.  Then he asked
"Feel anything?"

"...those ridges...."

"Yes.  It's where we beat Brett, to train him.  The
slightest mistake, and he felt the punishment cane.
And those hard ridges you feel under the skin are the
legacy of that - scarring in the muscle itself, which
will take years to get adsorbed back into the body.
You can only imagine how many times he was beaten, and
how hard, to turn him into this perfect pony."

Jamie nodded.  "So?"

"Well, some guys, like Steve and me, we adapt.  We
learn the lessons, but we keep a little bit of
'ourselves' nicely walled away.  So when we were made
free again, the 'old' us could emerge.  But I think
Brett was not as strong as we were mentally, and as
the tidal wave of pain engulfed him in order to train
him properly, his mind retreated totally and it's lost
somewhere.  His body learned all the rules of the life
of a pony, and learned them well, as he's an excellent
animal as you can see - he doesn't even have to be
manacled to the trap.  But perhaps his body learned it
all too well, and now it can bypass him mind and be a
pony totally and completely."

Jamie looked furious, and shouted at me "You
barbarian, doing that to a guy...."

"Fuck you, Jamie - you know nothing about it!  Sam and
I were trained as ponies too, remember, and we're OK.
It's Brett who was weak, and who 'snapped'.  And in
any case we didn't do anything to a guy - Brett was a
slave, you know:  properly enslaved by the courts for
his crimes.  And I bought him, legitimately, fair and
square, and an owner can do what he likes with a
slave.  Sure I had him beaten to make him obey - any
owner would:  that's what happens to slaves, Jamie."

"But you've ruined him...."

"...quite the reverse!  Sam and I have turned him into
the most perfect pony slave imaginable.  He's
responsive, obedient, hardworking, easy on the eye....
  How many of those nigga ponies you see around the
town don't need to be manacled to the trap?  And I
think he's content - he doesn't have to decide things,
doesn't have to make decisions, doesn't have to
dress...."

"He is mine now though, isn't he?"

"As we agreed - on indefinite loan."

"Well I'm going to reverse it....."

"You won't be doing him any favours, Jamie!  As he
collapsed so totally he probably didn't much like the
life he was living anyway.  Perhaps he always had to
be seen to be doing things, as a rich man's son, but
secretly wanted only to be left alone, or told what to
do.... So he adapted readily to the life of a slave,
and not just a slave, but that most controlled of
slaves, a pony.  If you 'bring him back', for want of
a better phrase, he might be unhappy.  And he'll
certainly be embarrassed at having to run around
naked, and stud...."

"Well I'm not going to stud him.... It's degrading,
making a guy fuck like that."

I shrugged.  "Well perhaps the first few times, but
Sam and I got used to it.  You can get to be proud of
your performance, you know.  But I wouldn't be so sure
you're not going to have to stud him - I'm going to
have  a word with dad about money, and you don't have
a job.... I don't like you sponging off dad, Jamie,
and it's got to stop.  So without an allowance, or a
job, almost your only source of income is studding
Brett."

Jamie turned to go, and realised that this is the
first time he's actually "driven" Brett.  Sam handed
him the carriage whip once he was seated, and muttered
"Brett's well trained, but like all ponies, he can be
a bit lazy.  If he slows down too much,  a couple of
light flicks with this on his butt, or perhaps on the
shoulders, will get his attention."

Sam and I laughed as Jamie drove off, and Sam asked
"Do you reckon he will 'get Brett back'? "

"Who knows?  And I don't much care.  But it does make
me think, Sam - we're not going too far with Spike,
are we?  It was good to have Brett completely subdued
and totally trained, but Spike's different somehow -
he was used to ordering guys around, as a cop, and I'd
kind of like him to see how it is when there's someone
else totally in charge, making unreasonable
demands....   And it might be nice to have a pony with
a bit of 'spirit' - one who'd we'd need to really lash
occasionally to beat some enthusiasm into his hide.
Brett works so hard most of the time you can't really
thrash him to make him work harder - but Spike, I
reckon he's a lazy bastard, and it would be fun to
train him only to the point that he knows that he
could work harder if he's whipped, and then let him
slack off until he triggers it....  And, anyway, we're
going to have to have him cuffed in the shafts, as
he's always in danger of running - and he'll always
need a bit, too, to prevent him saying anything around
the town.  Cuffed into the shafts, he can't take it
off, or gesture, or anything like that...."

"You'd be better off having his vocal chords cut.
Much less risky."

"...but much less fun, Sam!  Don't you want to hear
him shout when we do whip him back here, in private?"

Sam nodded, and  I went on "So keep up the physical
training to get off those excess pounds and build up
his muscles, but let's keep his mind 'free', shall we?
 He's got to learn all the command words, and obey
them almost automatically of course, but the 'silence'
thing doesn't matter as much as he'll be bitted when
he's off the place here."

Actually it did me good to revert to my bicycle for a
few weeks as Spike's training progressed - perhaps I'd
been too ready to jump into the trap and have Brett
pull me into Town, or over to Dave's, and I actually
enjoyed again the feeling of really tired muscles.

It was almost my first trip with Spike between the
shafts when I went over to Dave's place, Sam loping
along by the side of Spike as he wanted to ensure his
performance and behaviour was acceptable for me.  It
was good having a "frisky" pony, actually, one who I
knew secretly resented being made to do this at all,
and it added an extra pleasure to flick at his butt to
spur him on, a pleasure I'd not really had with Brett
to the same extent.    I wanted to talk to Dave about
investing more money in his farming enterprise and
perhaps buying more land for him to farm, in exchange
for him taking Jamie on as an overseer and giving him
a "proper" job - I feel responsible for my young
brother, and I didn't think it was right hat he was
idling his time away at mom and dad's all the time.

When we arrived, though, Dave asked me if he could
stud Spike with one of his bitched, and of course I
agreed - I thought it would be particularly
humiliating for a former "southern boy" to be made to
fuck a nigga in front of us all, and indeed it was:
the enjoyment of his long, hairy body pounding in and
out of the nigga was heightened by us knowing that it
was totally humiliation for him - I could see the
desperate look on his face, and the way that he was
sweating even before he started, and the way that Dave
almost had to drag him by his dick to "introduce" him.

Afterwards, Dave had a slave bring us beers, and as we
sat there in the barn he congratulated me.  "You sure
do know how to pick your ponies, Steve!  That Brett
was a real pretty little guy - but I like them big,
like this one, personally.... Would you mind if I
tried him out?"

I didn't mind at all, as I was interested in seeing
what Dave looked like - he was overly heavy, I
thought, but clearly had had a very good body at one
time, and I reckoned he was one of those  guys who at
high school had been a real jock, captain of the
football team, and all that sort of stuff, but who'd
let himself go once he'd got a wife and started
working.    I could hardly take my eyes off him as he
grabbed Spike's dick again and pulled the slave over
to a horse, and, as Spike resisted, gave his butt a
couple of hard strokes with a cane to exert his
control and get Spike cuffed to it.  Then Dave dropped
his jeans and his boxers, and I was rewarded with an
amazing sight:  he had one of the longest, thickest
dicks I'd ever seen, the head all shrouded with his
'skin, and with real "bull balls" handing low and
striking his big meaty thighs when he walked.  He was
very overly fleshy for my tastes, but seeing a big
bear of a man use his mighty dick was really exciting
- he knew what he was doing, and the fact that Spike
struggled futilely to avoid it, and moaned and cried
out through his bit as Dave first thrust himself in
and then pounded away, was completely erotic.

Afterwards Dave called for a slave to bring him a bowl
of water, and then sat there on a bale of hay in front
of Sam and me washing his dick, entirely without
embarrassment.  "He's one ace fuck that one", he told
me.  "As I said, you sure can pick 'em!  There's not a
lot of asses that I can get in to with so little
trouble...."

I laughed.  "Hey, I'm not surprised!  But quit the
bragging!  Where did you get that thing?"

"Oh, me and all my brothers, we're all big men.  Comes
from our daddy,  I reckon!  When Sheila first saw it
she thought she'd choke and regretted offering to blow
me!"

We all laughed, and then, after he'd dressed, we all
there went over to the house where Sheila served us
iced tea as I discussed my new business proposition
with Dave.  He was eager to go ahead, of course, but
was worried about Jamie as he wasn't sure he'd like a
major investor's son working for him, and he asked me
what would happen if Jamie was idle, or didn't obey
orders.

"Then tell me, and I'll fix it!", I told him, and
reassured him that I really valued Dave's expertise
and wanted him as a business partner,  perhaps more
than I wanted Jamie.

Poor Spike was really in trouble as we went home, and
I had to use the whip frequently to keep him going -
Sam was on the seat with me, and half way slipped off
to run alongside Spike to lessen the load, telling  me
that he reckoned that Dave's huge dick had probably
torn Spike just a little, and that was why he seemed
to be suffering so.  Still, it couldn't be helped, and
I had to use him again that evening as I wanted to go
to dinner at mom's and give Jamie the "good news".

There was no question of Sam running there, as he
needed to be in his "best" for dinner at mom's, but
Spike seemed to be performing better on the way over.
Sam told me he'd rubbed some analgesic into Spike's
hole - he can be considerate like that - and we
arrived without further incident.

Actually Jamie didn't take the news too badly, but
there was an unpleasant altercation before dinner when
Brett appeared, wearing shorts, and I'm not certain
they were slave shorts, either, and looked as if he
was going to join us for a drink!  I told Jamie to get
the animal out of the house, and he did so with very
bad grace.  But over dinner he seemed to be quite
enthusiastic about actually working, and said he'd
like some money of his own.  I saw dad glaring,
though, when I told him what the work was - acting as
overseer for the slaves in our expanded farming
enterprise, and I thought for a moment he was about to
make some criticism of slavery again - the slavery
that kept him and mom in a lifestyle that was so
comfortable that it was almost unimaginable compared
to  that they'd been experiencing in the north.

Mom went on at me then, though, about starting a
family (as usual!).  "Now that Jamie's settling down,
Mark, it's your turn!", she said, in that half
scolding tone she used to use when I was a boy.  "You
should settle down with a nice girl, and give your
father and me some grandchildren.  Then, when Jamie
sees the good example you've set, and with some
savings from working, he can do the same thing...."

I made totally noncommittal replies, almost wanting to
kill Sam as he sat there opposite me desperately
trying to stifle his amusement.  When we went through
into the living room as mom went to make the coffee,
he dug me in the ribs and whispered "Why don't you
trace some of those 'breeds you fathered as a stud
and buy one or two, or three or four, or as many as
your mom wants, as grand-kids?"

"That's not funny, Sam!" I snapped, and Sam stopped
teasing me at once.  Actually, it was a bit of a
sensitive subject - I had wondered if  I was doing the
right thing by my kids by just forgetting about them,
but then, they were all slaves as even though  I was
technically free when I was studding, the bitches were
all slaves.  And of course they weren't all that much
to do with me - I mean, a few drops of semen isn't
that important really, is it?  And by now they'd all
be scattered over various puppy farms, and would have
started learning what it was like to be a slave.  So I
usually forgot all about it, but nevertheless didn't
like Sam making jokes about it.

When we came to leave, though, and went down to the
"stables" at the end of the gardens, Jamie was already
there and was really pissed off:  he was hugging a
sobbing Brett to him, and at once began railing at me
about having a "savage" as my pony, as Spike had
apparently raped Brett when Brett had been sent over
from the house!  I was about to tell Sam to really
give Spike the whipping of his life, when  I saw Sam
gesturing and listening intently to Spike as he
mumbled away through the confines of the bit.    Sam
came over, and confronted Jamie:  "Steve told you that
you should leave Brett alone, as he was properly
trained!  But you've got him wearing shorts, and in
the house.... And you've really fucked him up!  He
came back over here and saw Spike manacled in the
trap, and told him that he was going to fuck him.....
Spike's in a bad way, after an earlier incident, but
managed to pinion Brett between the wall, the shafts
and his body, and gave him a good hard fucking in
turn...."

"I don't believe it", Jamie said.

"Well, how did Brett lose his shorts?", Sam retorted.
"They were on when Steve sent him out, and Spike
couldn't have got them off him as he's manacled... So
unless Brett had already taken them off as he thought
he could fuck Spike as he stood there...."

Jamie looked, and saw Brett starting to blush.  "Is
this true?"

"Yes, but he's only a slave, I didn't think....."

I was so angry now.  "You see, Jamie, meddling in
things you don't understand!  You've ruined my pony,
the pony that's on loan to you - and you're fostering
discontent if any of the other slaves hear him
speaking to free men like that...."

"But Brett and I are frat brothers..."

"WERE frat brothers!  He's a slave now.  And I want
him treated like a slave.  I reckon I'll take him
back, and you can use Spike to get to your new
job...."

Jamie was going to argue, but Sam whispered in my ear,
reminding me how risky that would be - one word form
Spike about his illegal enslavement, and I'd be a
slave again myself.  And, as Sam pointed out, Jamie
just wasn't reliable enough to be trusted to make sure
Spike was always properly bitted.  So I had to back
off a little.  "All right, but this is the last and
only warning I will give:  If I ever see that pony
behaving improperly again, I'll have him gelded.  No
arguments, no warnings:  if he ever speaks in my
presence, or is not properly subservient, I'll have
his balls."

To my astonishment it looked as if Brett was actually
going to speak, to protest, but Jamie wisely kicked
out at him and told him to go and lie down.  "Good,
little brother!  You're seeing sense.  Now, I don't
mind if you fuck Brett, or if he fucks you, as I know
you like a dick up your ass... But no speaking when
he's out.   No letting him in the house - he's a pony!
 Understood?"

Jamie nodded.  "Good!  Now, one more thing - I'm tired
of mom going on and on about grandchildren, and I'd
like to do something for her and dad in their
declining years.  So it's time you got married...."

"You're the eldest..."

"But I've got Sam!  Now, as I said, it's time you got
married, and raised a few grandchildren.  So I suggest
you start looking for a nice girl from a respectable
southern family...."

"Fuck you, Steve!  No way!  You're so used to studding
your slaves, and being used a a stud yourself, that
you think it's easy.  No way are you gong to treat me
like a stud, to raise nephews and nieces for you...."

"Oh  I think I am, Jamie!  How do you fancy going back
to the north, in the cold, with no job and not much
prospect of one, and no money, and no nice comfortable
home with slaves  waiting on you hand and foot? And of
course you'd have to use the buses and the subway, as
there'd be no nice comfortable pony trap.... In fact,
no pony!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me, Jamie!  Just try me.  Do as I tell you, or
you'll be out of here, penniless, out of work, and
without Brett...."

"I'll tell mom and dad...."

"Tell them what?  That you enjoy your big brother
fucking you?  That you and Brett fuck, and did when
you were at college?  You can't tell them half the
story - about me wanting you to marry - without the
whole thing coming out.  So they'd probably throw you
out, to add to your other difficulties.  So be
sensible."

He started to bluster on, but I held up my hand "No,
Jamie.  No more.  Sam and I are going home.  I'll give
you two days to think about my latest offer, so come
by on Thursday and we'll discuss it again.  But your
answer had better be 'yes'!"

Sam was laughing all the way home. "I don't often see
you laying down the law like that, Steve!"

"Well, someone's got to sort out his life, as he seems
not very capable.   I don't mind him fucking Brett,
but he's got to work, as it's good for him.  And as
for the grandkids.... Well, mom and dad deserve that."

The next day I went over to see Dave, though, as he
knows so much more of the ways of the south than I do.
  We met in one of the barns, where he was working,
and he'd taken his shirt off as it was oppressively
humid.  Seeing me looking at him, he remarked casually
that it was so hot, and perhaps I'd be more
comfortable with my shirt off, too......  He came over
and grabbed my left nip between his thumb and
forefinger, and whispered "You need some more meat on
you, Steve!  You're all muscle, and men down here,
once they're mature, like a bit more meat, a
belly.....  Especially when you've got a nice thatch
all over you....."

I was so surprised, even more so when he pushed me
backwards into the hay, and began to stroke at my
crotch - laughing as soon as he immediately felt that
I was totally aroused.  "I thought you and Sam were
probably a bit more than master and slave, more even
than buddies....", he muttered.  "You like a bit of
male flesh, don't you, Steve - that's why you've got
such a good eye for slaves....  A lot of owners fuck
their slaves to take their cherry, but I reckon you
fuck Sam because you like it....."

His own huge dick was thrusting at the front of his
jeans now and I almost tore them open so that it
reared out.  I laughed "No fucking though, Dave - you
can keep this monster for slaves, who can't
protest....."

We la y there and generally played with each other
then, and we jerked each other off and afterwards lay
on each others outstretched arms and just played with
out detumescing dicks, as you do.  So I then told him
about my plans to marry off Jamie, and asked him if he
knew of any nice girls in the neighbourhood.

"You don't want a nice girl, Steve!  You want a whore,
a de-luxe model whore, with expensive tastes, who'll
be prepared to trade her body and a couple of kids for
a lifetime of luxury living.... But what are you going
to do about yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if Jamie has kids, don't you want one too?"

"Oh no, I'm not doing all that marriage stuff.
Anyway, it's too risky:  community property and all
that - she could divorce me, and I'd be poor...."

"It's not necessarily all that difficult......", he
went on, and then, almost helpless with laughter, he
gave me the idea I implemented.

___________________________

Jamie's wedding to Mary-Lou was all that you'd expect
of a "society" wedding amongst the rich in our part of
the world.  I was Jamie's groomsman, of course.  There
were two hundred and fifty guests at the ceremony, in
marquees on the lawns leading down to the lake.  One
hundred slaves were hired in to serve the champagne
and food.  Brett was decked out in white ribbons and
garlands of fresh flowers to take the couple from the
church out to our place (yes, we even did the
religious rubbish - it was a show to please mom, after
all!).   They flew to New York for a honeymoon (at my
expense - you can't believe how much it cost!), and
when they got back the slaves I'd given them as a
wedding gift had finished unpacking all the presents
into the house I'd bought for them on the other side
of town.

Little Steve was born fifteen months later - we had a
couple of failures, when Mary-Lou conceived girls,
which had to be flushed out of her.  And we managed it
shall we say "delicately" - I'd have had no problems,
after all my experience of studding, but we doubted
that we could sell even Mary-Lou on the idea of me
mounting her.  So I jerked off into a condom (stroking
Jamie's ass as I did, to inspire me) in the next room,
then Jamie turned it inside out, and wore it to fuck
her.

A year later little Jamie was born - with Jamie's
seed, "as normal".  Jamie had wanted to go first and I
had to remind him that I was the eldest, so little
Steve should be the older half brother.

I had a real problem next, though, as both Mary-Lou
and Jamie were opposed to it - opposed to it, that is,
until  I pointed out how much their lifestyle cost me,
and asked how they'd like to live on a rather less
grand scale, just on Jamie's salary!   It was a lot
more difficult to arrange, as we had to ensure
Mary-Lou was credibly absent when her third pregnancy
showed, and whilst she was giving birth to little Sam
(that condom trick again).  Jamie and Mary-Lou went to
Switzerland to ski, and then on to the south of France
for the spring, and then came back home.  If I'd
thought the honeymoon was expensive, this was
outrageous.  Little Sam was handed over to the wet
nurse as Steve and Jamie had been, and nothing was
ever said after we'd registered him as fathered by
Sam, a slave, and an "unknown mother".  Mind you, Sam
was a bit upset when he saw little Sam's registration
certificate and his SIN, and asked me why we couldn't
have simply registered him as a free man.

"I have a position to maintain here, Sam", I had to
remind him.  "I'm certainly not going to get the
public opprobrium there'd be if I was found tampering
with the slave laws - you are a slave, as we all know,
and think how dreadful it would be for little Sam if
he was brought up 'free', and then some stupid DNA
test later in life revealed that he was the son of a
slave, and thus a slave himself.  It's much kinder for
these things to be known from the outset, so his
expectations in life are right."

Sam sat there glaring at me, and I don't think he
realised how lucky he was to allow me to let him breed
at all - he can be like that, sometimes, not seeing
all the advantages he has in life.  So I went on
"Look, Sam, think how nice it will be for little Steve
and little Jamie to have a slave growing up with them
who they know all their life, and how good it will be
for little Sam to know his master will always care for
him, just like I do for you.  Anyway, what's done is
done now, and aren't you glad you've got a son at last
that you can see grow up?  I know he's a 'breed, but
Mary-Lou's got big strong bones, so I reckon little
Sam will be a lot like you.... With a body to die
for.... And I think the lighter tone will suit him, as
I do get a bit tired of this very black skin....."

Sam punched me lightly, we started to laugh, and then
began our normal rough and tumble to decide who was
going to fuck whom.


Funnily enough, Mary-Lou and  Jamie stayed together,
so I expect Dave was right about her liking the easy
life my money bought them.  I still fuck Jamie
occasionally - just to remind him I am his big
brother, really:  he's let himself go a bit, but I
usually take him on his belly, with my body covering
him, and slide gently into his ass, so I'm not all
that affronted by his little belly.  I don' think he
sleeps with Mary-Lou, though, as Brett's been
"promoted" to a house servant, in Jamie's spa complex.
 The last time I went there I worked out with him a
bit - he's still in good shape - but he looked really
pissed off when I fucked him, and then had Sam fuck
him.  Jamie almost complained to me about my
behaviour, but I got in first and congratulated him on
having such a splendid spa slave, and saying how I
always fucked slaves doing jobs like that.  I don't
think Jamie dared then say Brett was "reserved" just
for Jamie!

After we'd used Spike as a pony for a couple of years,
Sam suggested he was really quite a nice guy now he'd
learned what it was like to be a slave and had lost
most of his "redneck" southern ways.  It coincided
with the time the IRS was really cracking down on
"conspicuous consumption", delving into the tax
filings of those seen to be living a lavish lifestyle,
so it suited me to "retire" him from public display as
a pony, and I bought a couple of cheap niggas instead.
 Once his hair had grown a bit and he'd grown a
moustache which really did alter the way he looked, I
gave him a job as an overseer on my estate - I'd taken
back some acres form Dave as I wanted to do a little
farming myself, so I would be more knowledgeable when
we had our partnership discussions.  Yes,  I know
that's a free man's job, and we treated Spike as a
free man from then on, and he had his own room in the
house and everything.  I even paid him a wage.  Sam
reckoned I was safe as Spike wasn't going to let all
the folk round about know he'd been used as a slave,
as he was actually a bit of a "top" and liked to be
able to order the guys he fucked around:  his
credibility would have been very dented if those guys
knew he'd once been anyone's, on a horse!

And Dave.... Well, he's made me a lot of money, as he
has the "knack" of managing slaves to get the best out
of them, and our farming enterprises boomed and
boomed.   I've never let him fuck me of course - not
with his monster dick - but we quite often cement a
business meeting with a little fun in bed:  he likes
Sam, too, and I'm sure Sam is putting it on when he
makes all that fuss whenever I suggest that Dave fuck
him whilst I watch!


As I said when I started this little tale (which I'm
going to lock away until Little Steve, Jamie and Sam
are old enough to appreciate the love their fathers
have for each other),  "If those fucking enslavers
hadn't taken me, I wouldn't be where I am now!".  I
wouldn't be the rich owner of thousands of acres of
land and hundreds of slaves. And I wouldn't have Sam,
the love of my life.


THE END
Pete Brown, London, Paris and Dublin,  July 2006