Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:48:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Slave, Part Six

This completes "My New Slave", which you have been
running in gay/male/authoritarian.  Once again, many
thanks for providing this platform to get my work
read.
Pete

MY NEW SLAVE  By Pete Brown.

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Part  Six


With Steve to fuck again, and with my initial
enthusiasm for Dan waning a little - it was exotic and
fun for a time to fuck a lithe young man, but nothing
can really compare with a good hard muscled ass, I
think, I began to wonder what I ought to do with Dan.
I suppose the easy thing would simply have been to
sell him - now he was those few months older,  and the
regime of a really healthy diet and good exercise had
mad his body even more desirable that it had been
before, I cold turn a very handsome profit: especially
as, under the tutelage of both me and Steve he had
become properly sexually experienced, and I could sell
him as a "gentleman's pleasure slave"  which always
excites additional interest.

On the other hand, I had become rather attached to the
lad - he had a pleasant personality, and was always
eager to please, and it now amused me sometimes to see
him "riding" Steve's big butt when I liked some
diversion when the TV programmes were particularly bad
-  a diversion made all the more amusing as Steve
clearly still did not like the young man fucking him,
even though Steve himself never hesitated to really
thrust hard into Dan when I allowed it.  At times it
was agreeable to have two slaves like this, but
whereas Steve was content provided he was exercised
hard and given se x regularly, Dan could become bored
as was more intellectual.

I thought long and hard about what to do, and then
decided that it would be a good thing to send Dan back
to complete his course a t college- not only would
that keep him stimulated, but a slave with a college
degree would attract even higher prices should I
decide to sell him at some point in the future.  And
with him on the estate only during vacations, the sex,
sharpened by anticipation and the limited time in
which to do it, would become more exiting.

Remarkably, though, it seems it's not possible to get
a college degree for  your slave, even if you're
willing to pay the fees, as I discovered when I
telephoned Dan's old college, only to be turned down,
and subsequently found that all the prestigious places
operated the same policy.  I am not however one to be
frustrated by petty administrative rules, and
therefore arranged to meet the Dean when I was next in
New York and he was attending some academic conference
or other.   We had one of those amusing conversations
over a sumptuous dinner - I was eager to suggest to
him that money was not an issue here, although  I
suspected his staff would have researched my
background and briefed him - in  which I hinted at my
interest in the various rebuilding programmes the
college had underway.  He in turn suggested that it
needed "farsighted leaders of our business community,"
like me, to give a lead to the fund raising endowments
of new buildings, and that  in turn I would receive
"the gratitude of undying future generations of
students."

This whole game amused me and I indicated that a
substantial donation might be forthcoming, but that I
was also interested in shorter-term gratitude,
especially from the administration!  We cut  to the
chase then, and I told him I wanted to educate my
slave - a slave who, I understood, had performed well
academically and had been a key member of the soccer
team when he had been there before.

We circled around each other - having a slave taking
courses at the college was impossible....  Times were
hard, money was difficult to find, even for someone
like me.... On he other hand, accepting a limited
number of slaves,  provided they were intelligent,
would show they were liberal-minded, but such a
programme would cost money....  And so it went on.  By
the end of the evening I had made a further stupendous
investment in Dan (who had now cost me far, far more
than the hundred or so  New Dollars I'd originally
paid for him, given what I'd already spent with the
mayor and so on), and we had agreed to a mutually
satisfactory solution.  In addition to my generous
endowment of the new concert facility, I also agreed
to provide a scholarship for a poor boy who was
already there, who happened to be the captain of the
football team.  "Without money worries it was certain
he'd lead the college to victory", the Dean assured
me.  In turn, the football  team captain would agree
to "look after a slave for me, making sure he was
properly behaved", as  "a young slave needs discipline
and I was so often away from home on business" - and
that slave would naturally follow the captain into
lectures and so on, and would assist him in completing
his assignments whilst the captain was on the sports
field training - that way, the slave could be allowed
into lectures and tutorial.

I was expecting some shambling hulk of a real red-neck
to appear when I took Dan along to the college for the
fall semester, knowing that it was usual for star
football players not to come from the top drawer
intellectually. But I and was most agreeably surprised
to find that Bradley Warren III ("Just call me Brad,
sir", he said, as he gripped my hand in his, his
twinkling blue eyes smiling at me), was a most
agreeable young man  His family had fallen on hard
times and it was lucky that young Brad had avoided
enslavement (or unlucky, some would say, as a
potential owner had been deprived of a most agreeable
piece of manflesh!).  He was by no means stupid, but
understood that he did need to spend an awful lot of
time on the football field, in return for his free
place at the college, and that in turn this meant he
had difficulty in completing his assignment which he
absolutely had to in order to remain a student.   We
soon had the ground rules worked out - Dan was to
attend classes with him and "help" him with his
assignments.  In return, Dan would live in the
fraternity house with Brad ("although he will have to
share my room, and put up with the stuff the other
guys hand out to slaves!", Brad assured me).  In
return , I would pay Brad for "care and management" of
my slave during term time. And that seemed to be that.


Although Dan was a soccer player rather than a
football player, Brad said he knew Dan already as they
spent time on the field and at the gym and had seen
each other many times, and that Dan had even been
invited to some of the parties at one of the place's
most prestigious ftat houses and knew some of the
other guys.  I thought he would be pleased to be
living in such a prestigious place now, instead of in
a regular dorm.  The only potential fly in the
ointment came when, as I was about to summon Dan in to
tell him the news, Brad looked me straight in the eye
again and said  "And finally, sir, what about sex?  I
can guarantee to keep my frat brothers out of his ass,
but things can get a bit wild in the house, especially
on party nights, and I wouldn't be surprised if a few
of the guys wanted a blow job when they were very
drunk - and a slave's usually fair game for that."

"Well, so be it.  It never hurts anyone to blow
another man, after all.  But what about you, Brad?"

I saw his expression change.  "Me, sir?"

"Yes, Brad.  Dan will be sleeping in your room, won't
he?  And a young, strong man like you - well, you have
urges.  And I don't suppose studying, and all the
football practice, leaves you much time for a girl
friend....?"

He started to blush lightly, and muttered almost
shiftily "No, sir, I don't have a regular girl
friend..."

"So what do you do for sex, Brad?  A fit young guy
like you.... what do you do, Brad?  Just fuck the old
five fingered widow every night?  Jerking off's all
right, but when I was your age, I needed more...."

"Well there are one or two slaves in the frat
house...."

"Brad, level with me!  Do you want Dan to blow you?"

He brightened, and nodded.

"And do you want to fuck his throat properly as he
does that?"

He nodded again, and I continued to look him straight
in the eye and went on "And I suppose you'd take his
ass, in the normal course of events.... A slave,
living in your room.... And a slave with a cute butt,
at that...."

"Sir, he's your property, sir, only on loan to me..."

"Oh it's OK, Brad.  I think it would be better for
Dan, and for you,  if you two worked something out:
it can get pretty frustrating for two fit young men to
be in close proximity all the time without having sex,
and that just leads to ill feeling and
frustration...."

He was smiling now.  "Dad aid you were a reasonable
man, sir, when we talked about me helping you out like
this.  I'm sure there's going to be no problem with
Dan..."

"He doesn't like it when I want other men to fuck
him... But you're bigger and stronger than he is,
Brad, so take care:  I don't want him damaged
permanently as you get him to understand that you're
his owner at college.  Lay down the rules for him, and
then make him obey them."

I called Dan in then and told him the good news that I
had decided he should resume his college course and
that Brad would effectively be his master during the
semesters.   He looked worried at first, muttered
something about not leaving me, and I had to remind
him that as a slave, he had no choice as I decided
things like that.  I suppose I was pleased to see the
way Brad pulled Dan close to him and rested one of his
big hands on Dan's butt as he shepherded him out of
the door towards his SUV - packing took almost no time
as Dan had so few things - it was, after all, in Dan's
best interests.  And it also started me thinking about
the wonderful body of Brad's:  it oughtn't to be so
hard to persuade him that he owed me a debt of
gratitude for making his continuing college education
possible, I thought.

________________________________________

I thought I had arranged everything perfectly:  Steve
was now more attentive to my needs than before, my
pony Sven was performing even more perfectly than
ever, as having free access to sex clearly agreed with
him and his body seemed to take on an extra
magnificence; and when Dan came back for Thanksgiving
and Christmas, there was a renewed novelty in having
his lithe body once more in my bed.  As you get older,
I find I need more stimulation as otherwise sex gets
tedious, even with a slave with a good body, like
Steve and Dan.  Having Dan available only
intermittently therefore gave me something to
anticipate, and I had the further amusement to see
whether Brad's "training" of him had taught him new
tricks or had altered the way he behaved in bed.
Certainly Brad seemed to have kept his promise to
"look after" Dan, as the lad's body was in perfect
condition:  Dan told me that Brad made him work out
with Brad quite frequently, and that although he could
not play for the college soccer team as a slave, the
Coach used him as one of the members of the "second
team" for the college team to practice with.

"So college is going well, Dan?"

"Yes, sir.  The work's OK.  Brad was taking most of
the same classes as me, so his assignments aren't all
that hard to do, especially as I have the time:  I'm
not partying and chasing after girls all day long, and
providing I get stuck in, I can easily complete them
on schedule.  And Brad gets good marks, too!"

"So Brad keeps you fit, and you're working hard
academically, and not partying.... It sounds like the
way college ought to be.   So what about the sex?"

Dan's expression changed, and he looked sad.  "Oh it's
OK, sir, I suppose."

"Tell me..."

"I didn't realise Brad was going to fuck me, sir.  I
mean, I'd seen him around the campus and he'd always
looked like one of those typical jocks the women threw
themselves at.  But the first night when I was going
to sleep on the floor of his room in the frat house,
he told me to blow him.  And when I refused, he
slapped me around a bit, sir....  And then he told me
that you'd said he could...."

"That's right.  It wouldn't have been good for either
of you to have to live so close together without
having sex."

"Well the next night he'd been out drinking after a
practice match, and he wanted to fuck me... And I
resisted...  But he's bigger and stronger than me....
So I had to take it eventually... It cost me a couple
of black eyes before he subdued me."

I nodded, and he went on "And that's how it is - he
usually fucks me every night, and in the morning he
likes me to get rid of his morning hard-on by blowing
him...."

Dan looked so miserable, and I said curtly "Well, that
all sounds perfectly normal, for a fit young guy like
Brad.  So why are you looking like a wet weekend?"

"I don't like it, sir!  I hate being fucked....  By
master Brad, sir."

"Sometimes, Dan, you are almost as tiresome as Steve!
 You just don't recognise when you're well off, and
when your master is arranging things properly for you.
 I think it's important that you have a college
education, and it's cost me plenty to arrange it - and
having Brad look after you means you get into all the
classes, as well as living in one of the most
prestigious frat houses...  And surely you don't think
there's any problem with a couple of guys having sex,
is there?  I'd have thought you'd have got  over that
silly inhibition by now."

"I'm sorry, sir... But... Well, Brad's so big...."

"You mean his dick is bigger than mine?  And bigger
than Steve's?"

"Not as big as Steve's, sir."

Well, Dan needed coaching in diplomacy, as his answer
clearly showed that he thought my dick was small!
Still, there would be time to teach him that, and  I
showed no anger. "So there should be no problem then -
and I want to hear no more complaints.  I think you
need to relax, and show master Brad that you welcome
his attentions, instead of resisting him. It's
perfectly natural for a stud like him, on the football
team, to need sex, and it's not as if it damages you
or anything.  So I want to hear no more of this
nonsense - it's time you learned that you should enjoy
sex, especially at your age, when you're fit and
enthusiastic for it..."

"But he fucks me every night..."

"And, as I said, that's perfectly natural for college
guys.  What on earth did you do when you were there
before, before your enslavement?  I suppose you spent
all your time running around trying to please women to
get the occasional fuck out of them.  It just shows
how much more mature Brad is, and how sophisticated
the frat he's in is, that he doesn't  waste time like
that but spends it on the football field:  I sometimes
think all college boys should be given lessons in
proper man to man sex, as a lot of frustration would
be saved."

"But..."

"No more, Dan!  You're a good slave when you're here
at the estate, and I shall invite master Brad here for
the spring break, I think, as I'd like a personal
report from him.  And, of course, it would be good to
have a man like that, with his football player's body,
here for a little amusement..."

___________________

I never did get to have Brad to stay, though.  I tend
to be very involved in the affairs of the estate, and
in my role as a senior international financier, and
therefore I have very little time to be concerned with
the goings on in our local community.  Of course I
know the influential people - or, rather, they want to
know me in the hope of currying favour, or collecting
money from me for their pet charities and projects,
but I try not to concern myself with the tittle-tattle
of local policies and issues.   It was with some
surprise, therefore, when in February the slave
announced that the Police Chief was at the door,
requesting an interview with me.

To my amazement, when he was shown in, it was Chief
Williams, Dan's father, whose misdemeanours had led to
their enslavement.  He sat down opposite me, looking
very fit and tanned.

"I was not expecting to see you as Police Chief again,
Williams.... After the unfortunate incidents..."

"Ah well, sir, the Mayor acted for me, and with the
help of numerous influential friends it was
subsequently proven that the embezzlement with which I
had been charged was all the fault of a slave in the
department - the poor wretch was executed before he
could tell the whole story, but his guilt was
plain..."

I have to say I felt sorry for the slave, who had been
made a scapegoat for these unprincipled men.  "It had
always been my understanding that enslavement was
permanent - once a slave, even if it turned out that
it was wrong, there was no going back...."

"Ah, there's the benefit of the Mayor and the other
influential friends, sir.... When they came to take a
closer look at my affairs, it seems all the paperwork
had disappeared, and without it, there was no real
record of my enslavement... It seems that it had never
been registered at the time in the slave database,
there was a gap in the Slave Identification Numbers,
admittedly, but the entry was blank....  And so I
wasn't actually a slave.  The Mayor was delighted to
re-appoint me as Police Chief as the temporary one, an
'outsider', shall we say, had not understood our ways
around here and was causing a lot of trouble for some
of our most influential citizens by an over indulgence
in adherence to the strict letter of the law...
Everyone knows, or, rather, everyone but him knows,
that the rich and powerful need a little leeway...."

"Anyway, you're back.  And looking well, if I may say
so..."

"Ah yes.  During my period of false enslavement my
owner made me work hard physically, and I lost about
thirty pounds... And, if I may say so, I feel all the
better for it.  Every time I hear people moaning about
the wretched lives slaves lead I can point to myself,
and show them how  enslavement is good for a man."

"I'm glad to hear it.  And the purpose of your call on
me this morning?"

"My son, sir.  Daniel.  You bought him..."

"Yes indeed.  Dan is my slave.  And I assure you that
unlike the 'careless' local administration here, his
enslavement papers have not been lost or mislaid as
they are safely here together with all the other
important estate documents.  We had the auditors in a
few weeks ago, too, and they carefully verified all
the slaves' SINs against the national database, and we
were completely and accurately registered."

"Well, sir, I'm afraid you're wrong.  I wasn't
enslaved, and so my son couldn't have been."

"I assure you he was, Chief.  I have the papers to
prove it.  He is registered in the database, and I can
even get the cancelled cheque back from my bank - a
bank in New York, which fortunately is punctilious in
its administration and does not lose documents -
proving I paid for him to the municipality."

"No, sir.  I suggest you're mistaken.  I wasn't
enslaved, so he wasn't.  Perhaps you gave the Mayor a
cheque for the needy poor in the town?"

"Chief, the position is simple:  Dan is registered as
a slave, and a DNA match will prove it conclusively to
any court in the land.  And the Amendment to the
Constitution that reintroduced slavery wisely decided
that there should be no possible causes for confusion
or protracted time-wasting legal debate on issues like
this:  if a man has a SIN, and there's a DNA sample on
the national database corresponding to that SIN, then
the man is a slave, irrespective of any mistakes,
legal processes, errors, false enslavements, or
whatever.  Dan is a slave.  My slave, in fact."

"Sir, it is not proper that as Police Chief in our
beautiful town, that my son should be a slave.  Many
of the town's most influential citizens agree with
me....  Now, if you will just summon my son here,
we'll leave."

"I cannot do that, as he is not here.  But even if he
were, I would not do it.  As I have explained, he is a
slave.  And a valuable slave, I might add - you must
know that 'whiteys' of his age, especially those with
good bodies, fetch substantial sums.... The more so as
I have chosen to complete his college education.  Once
that is complete, and when I tire of him, I expect him
to fetch a very high price in one of the more
sophisticated parts of the country - I can see him
more than repaying all the money I have spent when
he's put on the block in New York, or Chicago.  The
combination of a handsome slave with a good body, and
a good, well educated brain, is rare."

"Sir, I must insist..."

"You will insist on nothing, Chief!  I can arrange for
you to meet your son, if you wish, but he will remain
my slave."

The man stormed out of my office, and I knew there
would be trouble.  There was no possibility that they
could ever win in a court outside the town, but the
Police Chief and Mayor had other ways of making life
uncomfortable:  trucks bearing our produce were
stopped arbitrarily on the highway to be "searched for
escaping slaves", and by the time they had been
unloaded, much of it had spoiled and could not be
sold;  every time my limousine took me to and form the
airport we were stopped for possible speeding
infringements, or to check our lights, or because the
slave driver was suspected of being a fugitive and
needed his records verifying.... Which caused me to
miss a couple of planes, and made me late home
otherwise;  and the Town's property tax assessors
announced that they would need to come and make an
"exhaustive review" of the mansion, estate, and all
the other structures I owned.... And that I should
make myself available whilst all this was going on.

I hate losing.  But I am a financier, and I soon saw
how much this local harassment was costing me.  It was
my own fault, for not paying sufficient attention to
the local politics and personalities - a fault I at
once began to rectify, and eagerly started to spend
money lavishly on the Mayor's opponents.  I also
decided to bring down the Police Chief, and
commissioned a national firm of enquiry agents, at
considerable expense, to begin infiltrating their
people into the town's police force (an easy task, as
few policemen wanted to work in our out of the way
back of the woods), looking for evidence of corruption
and malpractice.  In the meantime, though, there was
only one thing to do, and I summoned Dan back from
college one weekend, and handed him over to his
father.

You might have expected that there would be a tearful
reunion, but far from it:  Dan seemed distant, and the
Police Chief appeared only to be satisfied that his
"position" was now regularised, and he had little real
regard for his son.  And about a week later when I was
in town for a haircut, I came out of the barbers and
to my astonishment saw Dan chatting to Steve and Sven.

As soon as he saw me he rushed over and greeted me,
and I was so surprised.  "Dan, what are you doing
here... Why aren't you at college?"

"Oh please, sir, don't be mad at Steve and Sven for
talking to me... I was so glad to see them... Dad took
me out of college, sir.  Said that all the guys there
knew I was a slave, and it was bad for his reputation.
 And anyway, sir, he said that I didn't need college
education as he was processing the paperwork to get me
onto the town police force... I'll start next week, I
expect."

I was so cross, as it was a waste to have Dan turned
into a local oaf - the police in our town followed
their Chief's example and were not the brightest in
the bunch.  I asked Dan if he wanted to come back to
the mansion for lunch, and after looking around
nervously to make sure that his father or any of his
men were not watching, he agreed.

The ride out to the mansion was just like old times -
Dan was comfortably close to me in the narrow trap, we
watched Sven's magnificent body pounding away in front
of us, enjoying the perfection of his strongly muscled
butt whose magnificence was if anything accentuated by
his ownership brand contrasting with his tanned skin,
and Steve jogged alongside (I'd allowed him to wear
slave shorts and a T again, but had kept the cinch
ring on him so that there was the added attraction of
a very pronounced bulge in his shorts to look at in my
idle moments).   Over lunch I asked Dan about college,
and he said that at first all had been well - Brad had
called all the frat together and they'd voted to have
him as a member, as they all enjoyed having him
around; and as there were no spare rooms in the middle
of a semester, he'd kept on sharing Brad's.  He cast
his eyes down as he said this, which I of course
instantly picked up on.

"Oh yes, and did he carry on fucking you?"

"Well, yes.  But, you know, sir.... Well, by that time
I guess I was used to it...."

I saw Steve, who was standing against one wall of the
dining room neatly at slave rest, grin.

"You mean you'd started to enjoy it...."

Dan looked a bit embarrassed again.  "Well, sir,
no..."

"Oh, what a pity!  I was going to suggest that you
might like to spend the afternoon with Steve, but you
know how he is...  It would be cruel to make a big
slave like him swim with you or run with you as he'd
have a problem preventing himself from wanting sex..."

Dan smiled.  "I can't fool you, can I, sir?  Actually,
Brad's a really nice guy.  And I am kind of used to
him.  But now it's more of a game now when he forces
me to take his dick - we both like the rough and
tumble of a big strong man overcoming another..."

"A lot of men do, Dan.  Some people have difficulty
understanding that some force adds to the excitement,
for both guys."

"But dad insisted I came home...."

Well, to cut a long story short, whilst Dan and Steve
(and, I think Sven), fucked the afternoon away, I was
on the phone to the Dean, and to Brad - the one who
had to be called away from a charity lunch to take my
call, and the other answering it when a slave found
him in the showers after a  game, to judge from the
background noise.  It cost me more, but in spite of
the irregularity of it, Dan would be allowed to go
back to college, and Brad seemed genuinely pleased to
resume our arrangement as he hadn't relished the only
other way he could see of raising money, he confessed
to me:  he really didn't want to start throwing the
college games in exchange for cash from the bookies!


I was very amused to see the Police Chief's discomfort
when it became known that Dan had returned to college
as a result of my patronage as his father had refused
to help him.  And even more amused when he came
storming out to the estate, only to find me perusing a
dossier of his practices, a dossier which, in the
right hands, would certainly lead to his enslavement
for real this time.  "So, Chief", I told him as he
left, "Please ensure that in future your men
facilitate the passage of my trucks, and my
limousine.... I'm sure you'll want to help a good
local citizen like myself, who has such a regard for
your son."

_________________________________

I didn't go to Dan's graduation as I was in London on
business that was truly important, but as a special
treat I did agree that Steve should attend - it caused
endless problems to get him an airline seat when
travelling without a master, and he was of course not
allowed in the hall proper, but had to watch from a
hatchway leading off the service stairs - as soon as
he arrived there he'd stripped down to slave shorts
and made himself known to the college slaves, who then
helped him.  I sometimes think us masters
underestimate the ways that slaves can band together
and how they can conspire to help each other.

Dan greeted me on my return from London, and I asked
him what he was doing at the mansion.  "I'm your
slave, sir...."

"No, Dan.  You are in fact a free man."

"Sir, I'm your slave..."

"Dan, you're free.  Go and make a life for yourself...
Go to New York - you did well at college... There are
lots of openings for good workers like you..."

"I want to stay here, sir, with you, and Steve..."

"No, Dan!  You've already cost me far too much  I want
to see a return on my investment.  Go and get a proper
job..."

In spite of all his protests, I prevailed.  And he
left that night on the Greyhound bus.  And for the
next two weeks Steve was insufferable - so much so
that  I was sorely tempted to put him back in the
shafts of the pony trap so I could constantly whip
him!  He kept looking reproachfully at me, and
reminding me that "Dan would have liked this" and "Dan
was good at this", and "Dan could have helped you with
that, sir", and so on and so on, until I ordered him
not to mention the lad's name again.

Steve and I had just got back from our morning
exercise shortly after this, and were going past the
stables, cooling off, when Dan stepped out.

"What are you doing here?  I told you to go and get a
job....", I asked him.

"I'm your slave, sir.  And a slave's place is with his
owner."

"Dan, I told you, you're a free man."

There in the stable yard, with the stables overseer,
the dray ponies and Sven all watching as they were
preparing for work, Dan pulled off his shirt.  He
still had on his heavy slave collar, and as we
watched, he dropped his shorts, too, to appear naked
in front of all of us - something he hated doing.

"You told me once, sir, that a slave had no need of
clothes provided that he wore his collar.  I still
have my collar, sir... And this....."

He turned, and I saw that branded into his butt was my
ownership mark.

"You never had this done, sir.  But it shows the
world, once and for all, that I belong to you."

Well, what could I do after that?  I'm a good master,
and so I deserve loyal, obedient slaves, but life
doesn't always work that way, does it?  But my
"reworking" of Steve to make him truly understand his
role had given me one "new" slave.  And now I had
another.

THE END

Pete Brown, London, February 2006.