Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2011 05:57:48 -0400
From: Cool Dude <kewl_dewd73@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kirk's Journey  -  Part One

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Part One


Kirk Hansen had always been an enigma to his peers while in high
school. He was an attractive enough looking boy but did not fit the
jock stereotype. At the age of 16 he stood 5'10" in height and
weighed in at 155lbs. He had dark hair and intense dark blue eyes,
a combination which many of the girls around his age found
irresistible. He had a fair complexion and an open face with eyes,
nose and mouth combining to form features that many considered to be
desirable. He had a lean hard swimmers body. Yet he was not
considered to one of the school studs for the simple reason that he
did not spend much of his time in pursuit of the opposite sex. He
dated occasionally but none of the relationships he embarked on led
to anything of a permanent nature. Needless to say there were the
usual murmurings among the jock population to the effect that he was
probably a fag but only on one occasion did one of that group
openly suggest that to his face. Kirk dealt with him summarily and
thus discouraged such talk thereafter. He became to be known
rather as a loner to be avoided.

Kirk was a youngster when slavery had been re-introduced in his
state and, like most of the other kids, was used to the sight of
slaves being paraded around the streets of Sunninghill, his home
town. Many of the more affluent citizens now availed themselves of
houseslaves, in the nature of status symbols in many cases, and
these slaves were frequently seen about town performing shopping
duties and other chores. Such slaves were basically household
servants but there existed cases quite frequently where the young
sons of the house were given personal slaves to mark such occasions
as a 16th or 18th birthday or graduation from high school. In many
such cases the slave would accompany the young male heir to college
to provide the services which the young Master had taken for granted
at home. And of course to possess a slave was regarded as ultra
cool among peers at college.

At about the time Kirk turned 16 he struck up an acquaintanceship
with a young buck in the town. His name was Blade and he was two
years older than Kirk. It came about after Kirk, alone as usual, had
been to a movie in the town one evening. After exiting the cinema
Kirk became aware of a commotion at the end of the city block which
then moved into an alleyway. Kirk decided to investigate and found
four young thug types beating up a slave who they accused of having
had the temerity to utilize the main street rather than a back
street, which many slaves did as a matter of course in order to
avoid just such an incident. The slave took a severe beating from
fists and boots and the assault ended with the boys pissing all over
the slave as he lay on the ground. Blade was among the four
assailants and when it was over he sauntered over to Kirk and
enquired why he hadn't joined in. Kirk meanwhile had watched with
fascination and had found himself sexually aroused by the whole
spectacle. He answered Blade that he had arrived on the scene too
late and had thus merely remained a spectator. Blade seemed
impressed with this young man and suggested that, if ever Kirk found
himself in the vicinity again, he should join the "gang" who
habitually hung out at a nearby fast food outlet.

Kirk at the age of 16 had all the usual adolescent sexual yearnings
but the incident in the town had stirred up in him hitherto unknown
feelings. He was not given to violence, except when provoked as in
the instance when it had been suggested he was a fag, but the
beating of the slave had caused some turmoil in his mind until he
rationalised that there was definitely some justice in what had
taken place and that the slave was the one who had insolently
provoked the incident and fully deserved everything he had suffered.
Thinking back on the incident invariably caused his dick to harden.
Kirk while growing up had basically ignored slaves who came across
his path and had discarded any notion that they might be anything
other than some inferior species there to serve the free population
of which he was a part. He lived in a liberal home however, his
parents being anti-slavery, but he considered them to be old-
fashioned and quietly held on to his own opinions.

The more the incident with the slave played on his mind the more
tempted he became to meet up with Blade again. Here was someone who
clearly felt the same as he did and all that prevented him from
trying to hook up with Blade again was the thought that Blade may
have made the invitation just in passing. Furthermore he wasn't
certain that the older guys would accept a callow 16yo into their
midst. In the end he decided to bite the bullet and one evening
went into town. He passed by the hangout Blade had mentioned a
number of times hoping to be seen and just when he had decided to
leave for home with his quest unfulfilled, Blade happened to glance
outside and saw Kirk. A big smile split his face and he motioned for
Kirk to join him and his buddies. He was introduced to Blade's
buddies as the guy who had witnessed the beating of the slave and,
although his welcome was rather unenthusiastic, the fact that Blade
vouched for him was sufficient and he was invited to join them.
Much of the talk revolved around cars and girls but one topic that
recurred frequently was that of slavery. For his part Kirk held his
peace. Much later when the group broke up, Blade offered Kirk a
ride home which he felt flattered by and he happily accepted. On
arriving at Kirk's house neither of them made any move to end the
evening and they continued to chat. Blade laughed uproariously
when he reminded Kirk of the slave's beating and enquired whether
the Hansen household owned a slave. Kirk, rather embarrassed, said
no and Blade offered the opinion that they were behind the times and
that all households and individuals too should take advantage of the
benefits that the re-introduction of slavery in the state offered.
It was the biggest step forward in a century and the economic
benefits were there for all to see. Blade then imparted the
staggering news, to Kirk, that he worked as an overseer's assistant
at "Slaves r Us", a slave dealership on the edge of town. Kirk's
erection was almost instantaneous and he vowed to himself that he
must retain Blade's friendship at all costs. Without knowing it
then, the direction which Kirk's life would take was decided at
that moment.

Kirk had a mature head on his young shoulders and he knew that if he
was to nurture his friendship with Blade, he should avoid tagging
along after him like a puppy dog particularly when he was in the
company of his buddies who, while deferring to Blade's friendship
with Kirk, were less than keen to have a high school boy in their
midst. Kirk occasionally would bump into Blade in the town and it
was on those occasions that they would spend some time together,
very often going for a spin in Blade's car and enjoying a few beers
at some spot on the outskirts of town. Blade would always smile
when Kirk, inevitably (and with an obvious swelling in his jeans),
started to ask questions about his job at Slaves r Us, but he
recognized a kindred spirit in Kirk, and was in fact only too happy
to discuss his work with his young friend.

Mr. Gilbertson, who owned Slaves r Us, had always recruited staff
via the recommendations of his existing employees as he believed
that it was essential to obtain the services of people who
sympathized with and understood the objectives of the slave system,
but not necessarily some sadistic thug. Muscle was of course part
of the game but Mr. Gilbertson also understood the value of
subtlety. Thus it was that Blade, on dropping out of high school,
had been recommended for a job by one of the handlers at the slave
center. Although a laid-back person on his own time, as Kirk had
discovered, Blade was a highly committed person while on duty and
exerted whatever pressure, force or compulsion was necessary to turn
out the mainly newly-enslaved properties that passed through his
hands as products that Slaves r Us could be proud of. He inculcated
in Kirk's mind the values he had been taught and in which he
believed fervently, namely, that the system of slavery at the
present time was essential for the well-being of society as a whole,
and that any possible moral objections thereto by bleeding heart
abolitionists, were far outweighed by the economic advantages.
Kirk was a willing listener.

Meanwhile in his 17th and 18th years, Kirk bore with little
fortitude the boredom of high school life. He had decided that to
keep his parents off his back he would complete high school but that
on graduation, when he would be 18, he would decide what steps next
to take. He avoided the question of college, which was being raised
more and more by his parents, and had decided that it was a lot of
bullshit in any case and that he would branch out in some other
direction of his choosing. Girls meanwhile had just about given up
on him but he did not care. They were keen to go "all the way" but
fucking did not appeal to him and none of them were worth a damn at
giving a satisfying blowjob. He was not considered to be a fag but
merely weird.

Kirk was not oblivious however to glances he received from some of
the males among his peers. They were probably gay he decided but he
was not about to become a notch on some pussy boy's belt. He
enjoyed the attention in his own way and wondered if some fun might
not be had in stringing them along. As luck would have it one of
his most fervent admirers was a neighbor kid named Peter Love ("what
a fuckin name to be saddled with!!"), and Kirk now noticed for the
first time that he was always hanging around the fringes of Kirk's
orbit. On one hot summers day Kirk was lounging in the yard in
shorts and t-shirt when Peter stuck his nose over the garden fence
and asked whether Kirk would like to come around for "some cold
refreshment". Kirk thought what the hell and said sure!. The boys
eventually ended up in Peter's bedroom on the pretext that Peter
would show Kirk his "stuff", that is, PC and stereo, etc. Kirk
politely showed interest but in no time lay back over Peter's bed
with his hands behind his head against the wall and with a huge
hardon showing. Kirk had difficulty in restraining his laughter at
the look on Peter's face. He did however feel a surge of power in
knowing that here was a boy who would bust a nut to suck his dick.
He thanked Peter for the cola and was on his way. He knew he could
take advantage of the situation, however, and a few days later
called Peter. "Hey! Pete. Kirk here. I'm fuckin tied up with a
project on my PC and I need to get some stuff urgently for tonite
from the cleaners. I hate to ask but I was wonderin if u could pick
it up for me? If it's too much trouble just say the word. It be
cool". Peter assured Kirk he had nothing to do at that moment and,
after collecting the slip from Kirk, hopped on his bike to carry out
the chore. After that Peter was very much at Kirk's beck and call
and Kirk mused how cool it was to have a pussy boy servant.

On another occasion, Kirk was cruised in the town by a young guy
around 22 years of age. Kirk gave him no encouragement whatsoever
but kept in range and eventually the guy plucked up enough courage
to approach Kirk while he was looking in a storefront window. He
came up with some feeble small talk and eventually asked Kirk
whether he would like to go for a ride, maybe have a beer or
something. Kirk merely shrugged and followed the young man. Once
they were in the car, the guy stuck out his hand and said " By the
way, I'm Justin". Kirk said "I'm Kirk" but ignored the hand.
Eventually Justin parked his car at the lake's edge and pulled out
a couple of beers. Kirk sat there impassively and eventually Justin
slid his hand on to Kirk's thigh. Kirk swung around indignantly
like this was the last possible thing he would have expected. "You
fuckin fag! What the hell you think you doin?" Justin was really
taken aback and was profuse in his apologies. Kirk continued his
charade of outrage and said "Dude. You know how old I am? 17! You
could be in a heap of shit if I reported this to the cops". The
young man was clearly panic-stricken and asked if there was anything
he could do to make up for his indiscretion. Kirk told him he didn't
need his cash or anything else for that matter, but he didn't want
to get Justin into any trouble. Perhaps if Justin really wanted to
help him, he might be willing to provide transport for him when he
really needed it from time to time? Justin was just too eager to
agree and thus was born "Kirk's Taxi Service". Kirk would
thereafter call Justin at all hours, including office hours, to be
transported to some destination he had in mind and, despite his
obvious annoyance, Justin would comply.

Kirk had discovered one of life's truisms. Some people were meant
to command and others were born to serve. Kirk looked forward to
his future with pleasure and confidence.

To be continued.


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