Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 13:48:56 +1000 (EST)
From: mickmack999 <mickmack999@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Reluctant Slave - Part 3.1 & Part 3.2

(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)


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The Reluctant Slave

The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave

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3.1        Noel Morgan - Vengeance Is Mine

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)

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Yeah, I know! Everyone thinks I'm a bastard, a power hungry arsehole!

And as I've always replied, yes I am, and, `Who gives a fuck?'

But more importantly, I didn't give a damn what anybody else thought of
me as I had a mission, a very important mission that involved
faggot-girl, as well as my brother Evan.

Either way, Evan would help me reduce queer-girl into nothing more than a
quivering pleasure slave, a position within our society he would finally
embrace with enthusiasm and eagerness, while at the same time helping me
turn Evan into the man, the person I needed him to become.

Of course, the whole scheme had been worked out in fine detail, at the
time the queer smart-ass had knock me flat on my back in front of my
peers. And like I continue to tell everyone, it was the stupidest think
he'd ever done in his entire life.

No one, but no-one takes me on, thinking they'll come out a winner.
That's not how life works, especially if you piss me off.

From the time cunt-face had lost his freedom, along with his two younger
brothers, and I'd then quickly purchased them, it was just a matter of
time before I would embark on the next course of my plans.

Forget about how I displayed my two deeply humiliated new slaves in the
study to father, Evan and Mr Hendricks. I can admit that I knew Evan,
once he'd gotten over his shock, would choose Sean as his new personal
pleasure slave.

How could it be any other way?

But forget that too. It's truly not important! Not when you need to look
at the whole jigsaw in its entirety.

In fact, I need to take you back to when I first visited the faggot
slime-ball and his two younger brothers while they were still attending
the state-owned `Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.

Why? Because that's where you'll find all the answers! Because that's
the time when I knew for sure my scheme was finally falling into place.

Yeah, I still remember it very well. It was the week before they were to
be delivered to me at home. I'd determined it was time to check on their
progress, and to test faggot-boy's resolve.

Like all slave induction and training compounds, it was very sparse in
its appearance. After signing in, I was escorted to a huge underground
concrete bunker, where my three new slaves were currently being housed.

The area reminded me of a massive basement, sectioned off into individual
concrete cells that each contained an open pit for them to squat over
when they needed to piss or crap, and a thin single mat for up to four to
five slaves to share and sleep on, and a long trough where their mashed
up slave food and pellets was pumped.

My escort, a huge bearded man in his late thirties and dressed in a grey
regulation uniform, confirmed each of my slaves was now fully vaccinated
and their micro-chips were working seamlessly.

Then he took me into an adjoining small office area, and after making
sure I was comfortably seated, he enquired politely how much time I would
need with my slaves, and after considering his question for a moment, I
indicated three full hours of uninterrupted privacy would suffice.

As he was leaving, he motioned for me to help myself to the caramel
sweets and orange liqueur left out for my visit.

Oh, the privileges of wealth.

Five minutes later, 18 year old Brad Cahill, his 17 year old brother
Sean, and Justin, their 16 year old brother, were ushered quickly into
the office and immediately lined up next to each other as they assumed
the traditional mandatory slave stance before me.

And there I was! Witnessing my revenge blossoming radiantly before me!

There stood my loathsome enemy, completely humbled, with his blond haired
head hanging low, his chin on his chest as he stared obediently and
blankly at the floor, his hands behind his back, his crotch thrust out
lewdly before him and his massive penis standing up rock-hard and rigid
for my personal inspection.

And as I gloated at the fag's total submission before me, I suddenly
realised I'd been transfixed by the sight of the faggot's huge
erection.

Fuck his cock was big when fully erect! I'd only ever seen his large
limp uncut dick in the school gym shower room when he was showering, but
to see it now standing fully erect at eight and a half inches in length,
and so thick, with his large hairless walnut-sized balls hanging low
between his muscular thighs, just made his package look even bigger.

And his two brothers weren't shy in that area either. Impressive!

Oh well, back to business! I could play around with their genitals later,
abusing and torturing them to my hearts content.

"Brad? Is that... Is that really you?" I asked him softly, pretending to
be shocked by his current naked servile state as he stood before me.

"Sir, yes Sir!" he quickly responded in a soft trembling voice as he
immediately recognised my voice. As he'd been taught, he'd answer me
without looking up or moving a muscle.

Very good! I was impressed.

"Brad! Look up at me. Let me see your face!" I said in a sad voice,
although deep down inside, my heart sang with joy, and my cock became
rock-hard in my pants as I sat there looking up at my three handsome
submissive and very obedient young slaves.

Quickly Brad lifted his head and stared back at me with fear, utter shame
and despair etched deeply within the irises of his bright blue eyes.

Oh how glorious indeed.

"Tell me Brad! What happened to you?" I asked him in a gentle yet firm
voice, pretending to be his friend at this, his darkest hour.

At first he was hesitant to say anything that might offend a free citizen
like me.

But slowly, as he saw the fake concern and phony trust radiating from my
eyes, he opened up as if I were his best friend to relate the whole story
of his and his family's enslavement. Of how he and his brothers had been
separated from his parents, how they didn't know where their parents
were at this very moment, and how he and his two brothers now lived in
absolute fear of what was going to happen to them.

Listening to his heart-rending tale, I could've quite easily dropped my
feud with him right then and there, even restored them to free
citizenship once again.

A very nice sentiment for those who love a happy ending, but of course
there was no way I was going to let go of these fine specimens of
enslaved youthful man-boys.

No fucking way! They'd each already cost me a pretty penny.

"Sir, please, is there anything you can do to help us, Sir? Sir, this
has all been a horrible mistake, but I'm sure if you were to speak on
our behalf, the authorities would have to finally take notice, Sir!"
Brad nervously asked in a low timid fear-filled voice, unsure of himself,
and frightened of what my reaction might be.

Oh, this was too good to be true.

Suddenly I heard a soft sad sobbing sound coming from the youngest
brother who stood to faggot-girl's left, and instantly I saw the raging
internal struggle Brad was having as he stood his ground and forced
himself not to turn around and hug his little brother protectively.

Very good queer-girl! You've learnt very quickly!

Oh well. Enough of this sentimental bullshit! It was time I ended this
farce and got down to business.

"Well Brad, this appears to be your lucky day, doesn't it? Of course
I'll help you out. In fact, that's why I'm here!" I said smiling
kindly, watching the faggot-girl's sad despondent face suddenly light up
with a look of overwhelming relief, while a smouldering flare of hope
instantly sparked brightly in the pupils of his desolate blue eyes.

Yes, I could see the queer-girl's mind working feverishly as he began to
see the heavenly light of freedom at the end of the nightmarish tunnel he
and his family had been drowning in.

"Okay Brad, you're free! Why don't we go report to the manager of this
establishment right now, sign the necessary papers and then have you
escorted off these premises. Before you know it, you'll be a free
citizen once again." I said magnanimously.

The fag's expression turned to one of incredulous joy. He was finding it
hard to speak, to express his undying gratitude to me. Tears began
sliding down the sides of his handsome face and his chest began to heave
as he tried not to break down and weep uncontrollably in front of me.

"That's alright Brad! I understand! I mean, what are friends for if
they can't lend a helping hand in times of need?" I said wisely, my
eyes appearing to be full of concern for him.

Yes, he was overjoyed. And not knowing how to react to me, whether to
rush up and hug and kiss me, he decided instead to turn to his equally
stunned smiling brothers. Then sobbing openly, thinking the nightmare was
finally over, he went to hug them each as huge relieved grins stretched
across their pathetic cute faces.

As I watched them, I reached down and pushed a green button located on
the office table. Immediately my escort arrived, and after telling him I
needed to see the manager straight away, I turned around to speak with
faggot-girl again.

"Come on Brad. Let's get this all sorted out once and for all." I said
happily, watching as they all lined up to follow me.

"I think it might be best if just you and the large slave here go see
the manager, Mr Morgan. These two can stay here while you get all the
paperwork filled out. Once that's all done, you can come back and pick
them up as you're leaving." My escort suggested, and nodding my head in
agreement, I indicated for faggot-girl to follow me, and for his two
brothers to wait here in this office.

When we'd arrived at the manager's office, the queer found it very
difficult to break from his training, and as we entered, he instantly
assumed the slave position. I could tell he was absolutely terrified of
the manager, a large fat perspiring man who went by the name of Mr
Kindred and chomped on a Cuban cigar.

"Get on your knees, boy! You know the drill when you enter my office!"
Mr Kindred said as he came around from his side of the table, and waited
patiently for faggot-girl to drop to his knees, reach up and unzip his
pants and commence sucking his rather large very smelly uncut erection
all the way to the back of his mouth.

"You're got to keep them in line all the time. No matter what! Now how
can I help you Mr Morgan?" he said as he grabbed the back of
queer-boy's head, rammed his fat hips forward and then extending his
right hand for me to shake.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched faggot-girl on his knees sucking
frantically up and down the manager's throbbing cock, his total fear of
the obese man making him obey instantly.

But as he did his duty, I quickly explained what the situation was to Mr
Kindred while he lowered himself back into his chair, pulling faggot-girl
face after him and making sure his cock stayed within his sucking mouth.
He considered it for a moment, before sliding a few papers towards me.

"These will need to be filled in first, and once the bitch has finished
with me, he can sign the documents." Mr Kindred grunted as he pushed
down hard on faggot-girl's head.

And as Mr Kindred clearly enjoyed the blow job faggot-girl was giving
him, he immediately lamented what a loss Brad would be to the slave
industry, asking me if this was truly what I wanted done.

Suddenly he grunted, slapping faggot-girl's head away from his groin.
Then he ordered Brad to get up off his knees and sit on his lap. In front
of me, with his head hanging in shame, faggot-girl immediately turned
around and lowered himself onto Mr Kindred's large leaking cock, and
with his legs spread wide open, I watched as the large cigar smoking
man's penis slid all the way up faggot-girl's boy-pussy.

It was strange but very erotic to watch as faggot-girl began to bounce up
and down on Mr Kindred's rock-hard cock, and once he'd set up a decent
fuck motion, the manager quickly reached around faggot-girl's waist and
commenced masturbating him in front of me before agreeing to do what I'd
requested.

The look on faggot-girl's face was priceless, his complete humiliation
etched on his sad reddened face as he avoided my eyes. And as Mr Kindred
ordered him to bounce up and down faster and to hurry up and cum, I
watched as my enemy concentrated on doing the old man's bidding.

Of course we all knew that faggot-girl already belong to me, but having
Mr Kindred degrade him so completely in front of me like this, by fucking
the faggot-girl in such a humiliating way and then forcing him to shoot
his boy-juices all over himself was indeed a very nice touch.

Finally, Mr Kindred growled out loud, slammed his cock deep up into
faggot-girl's stretched vagina while at the same time as he forcibly
made him ejaculate all over himself.

Yes, life was good, and faggot-girl was now proving to me you could have
your cake and eat it too.

Of course, once Mr Kindred was done with faggot-girl, he took the filled
in documents from me and slid them in front of Brad. It took less than 5
minutes for faggot-girl to fill out the rest of the paperwork, and then
for me to co-sign them.

"Right boy, you are now once more a free citizen! Now if I were you,
I'd get out of here before I decide to change my mind!" Mr Kindred said
to faggot-girl, who promptly followed close behind me as our original
escort led us towards a room where some clothing had been arranged for
faggot-girl to change into before he was released from the facility.

And as I watched him timidly shower himself as he cleaned himself up, and
then dress himself in front of me, still avoiding looking at me, he asked
softly when he could go pick his brothers up.

"What are you talking about? I said you were free! I didn't say
anything about those two!" I said abruptly, acting as if he should be
grateful to me for this small mercy.

Looking at me, I could see the confusion in his face. And I could also
see fear flashing through his eyes.

"But they're my brothers. I can't leave them here. I have to take them
out of here. Please, I need to take them with me. I have to protect
them!" he stuttered frantically, trying to get the words out all at
once.

Now I was looking at him in anger. Then raising my left eyebrow and
sighing as I slowly nodded my head, I smiled sadly but firmly as I looked
him in the face.

"I understand now! You don't know, do you? No ones told you, have
they?" I said, not really expecting a reply.

"Let me clear up any misunderstandings you may have! I was your new
owner, your new Master! I have been since you were all first enslaved. In
fact, as soon as I heard you and your family had been arrested for tax
evasion, I immediately went down town and bought the three of you. Cost
me a small fortune I can tell you, so letting the three of you go free is
quite out of the question! In fact, I intend to make my money back on
those two, plus interest, which should hopefully cover the cost of
letting you go free!" I said slowly.

The look on Brad's face went from shock to stunned horror, as what I was
saying sunk in.

"Of course, I'm lucky my father has some very powerful and wealthy
contacts or there would be no way I could make my money back. I've
already organised for Justin here is to be sold off to a male brothel
somewhere on the west coast of the African continent. Apparently the
black men there have an insatiable craving for very young white skinned
slave boys. Not quite sure which country they said it was, and to be
honest, I don't think I've ever heard of it before. As you'd know,
geography wasn't one of my better classes!" I announced indifferently.

"As for your brother Sean, well, he's to be sold off to a very large
syndicate of very horny Japanese businessmen who just love to spend their
free time torturing and mutilating white American teenage slave boys. To
be honest, I don't think he'll survive more than a few months, which is
unfortunate, as he really is a good looking boy. But if he does survive
somehow, which I doubt, he sure won't look too pretty after they've
finished with him. And I'm told the way they castrate their slave boys
is positively gruesome, enough to make the toughest man puke his guts
up." I continued, still speaking with feigned disinterest, as if Sean's
future was of very little interest to me.

"And you Brad? Well, before I agreed to give you your freedom, it had
been my intention to sell you to the warden of our prestigious maximum
security prison, because apparently the 230 extremely violent and
dangerous long-term prisoners being housed there need a permanent
fuck-boy for whenever they get randy. I'm told if they're getting
sucked off and their fucking boy-pussy all the time, they don't seem to
get in as much trouble as they do when they're not getting their rocks
off!" I finished, now acting as if the subject was too boring to
continue discussing.

When I looked up into faggot-girl's face, for the first time I thought I
might have overstepped the mark. He was livid, his face deep red, his
blue eyes full of hatred and fury! He was standing there ready to launch
himself at me, with his huge hands clenched into fists.

And strangely enough, he turned me on like I'd never been turned on
before.

He looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, so erotically spectacular
that my cock nearly burst watching him shaking in rage. And as he stood
there, like a young mighty gladiator, looking not too bad in the
hand-me-down clothes provided for him, I wondered what it would be like
to fuck him right there and then.

"It was you from the beginning, wasn't it? You did all this, just to
hurt me! Just to get back at me for hitting you! You fucking cunt!
You're the one who destroyed my family...! And my parents...! You...! How
could...! My brothers...!" he couldn't go on.

He was shaking violently with rage, and as the queer-girl suddenly took a
step towards me, I quickly stepped back.

"Punishment Level 2, proceed!"

Before the faggot-girl knew what'd hit him, the tiny neural punishment
unit embedded into the nano-circuitry of the micro-chip recently injected
into Brad's spine, sent out a rapid series of energy pulses that frayed
every nerve ending in the faggot's body.

Within seconds he'd collapsed on the floor and was floundering around,
his muscled limbs shuddering and jerking spasmodically. His mouth opened
and closed as he tried to scream but not a sound came out. His limbs
flung out and cramped back close to his sides as searing pain lashed his
entire body simultaneously.

I laughed as I watched the faggot-girl convulse before me, perspiration
pouring off him as wave after wave of agonising pain racked his
traumatised body. My initial setting of `level 2' was truly inspiring,
and I wondered what would happen to the poor slave who felt the full
power of `level 12'.

30 seconds later, as the energy pulses stopped, the faggot-girl lay there
gasping, trying desperately to breathe as his chest heaved. Tears poured
from his terrified bulging blue eyes and he sobbed uncontrollably as he
curled himself into a fetal position, moaning as the last residues of the
agony he'd suffered abated.

Well, at least that part of the micro-chip works, I said to myself
smiling happily as I looked down at the queer-girl trembling there before
me.

Yes, this was how it should be! I sighed happily as I looked down at the
queer-cunt panting and gasping in shocked pain at my feet.

Fag was getting his breathe back as I was watching, so just for the fun
of it, I smiled as I decided to see what would happen if I increased the
punishment level.

"Punishment Level 4, proceed!" I commanded.

The effect on faggot was instantaneous and spectacular. Flopping about on
his back, his limbs cramped and paralysed up against his body, he again
bucked and spasmed, shuddered and shook all over far more violently than
he did the first time. His eyes bulged out even further and spittle
sprayed from his gaping silently screaming mouth.

And as his body began to stop trembling in pain, I again raised my voice.

"Punishment Level 5, proceed!"

It was a long few minutes before the faggot finally calmed down and once
the energy pulses had stopped, it still took the fag more than 3 minutes
to regain conscious awareness as the intense seizures of pure searing
agony continued to torture every nerve ending of his body. And then
another 6 minutes of struggling pathetically around as he tried to make
his body and muscles move so he could pull himself up onto his knees.

"Oh, for fuck sake, get up on your feet! You're starting to really bore
me now, and I've got more important things to attend to than worrying
about you and you fucking brothers, faggot!" I said.

Precariously, shaking all over, he finally got to his feet. With snort
leaking from his nose, tear rolling down his cheeks and snuffling back
weakly at the sobs that racked his large tortured muscular body, he
managed to look me in the face.

"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let me take my
brothers out of here! I've got to protect them, and I'm all they have
now! I'll do whatever you want, I promise!" he said softly, his voice
breaking as he sobbed openly in front of me.

"Well, well, well! Here we are and the mighty captain of our football
team is begging me to save him and his brothers. But it isn't good
enough that I've just freed you, is it? No thanks from you for that
little bit of compassion! Now you want me to do more?" I spat at him
sneering.

"Now listen to me real carefully, you stupid faggot cunt!" I said.

"You're right! It was me! I did this to you. To you, and to your whole
fucked up mongoloid family! And do you want to know why, slave? Because I
hate your putrid fucking guts! And just for your info, I've always hated
you, since the day you first enrolled in my school."

"And seeing you like this, standing before me begging, offering to do
anything I want, just confirms the utter revulsion I have towards you!"
I told him in a low ominous voice, watching the frightened broken look
deepen within his eyes as he absorbed what I was saying.

"Now you know the truth! And there's not a damned thing you can do
about it because that micro-chip in your spine will make you do whatever
I want, regardless of the fact I've just let you go free. Now if I were
you, I suggest you get your fucking act together, and hurry on out of
here, and hope to God I never see you again!" I snarled scornfully.

"And just remember this, faggot-girl! After one month, your brothers
will be sold as I told you, and I'll make a nice tidy profit. So you
better get used to the idea that you're now all alone in the big wide
world, cunt!" I said, digging the barb in deeper as I sneered at him.

"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let my brothers
go!" Faggot-girl blubbered, looking at me in the most soulful doe-eyed
way as he suddenly sunk down to his knees in front of me.

This was it! The moment I'd been waiting for had arrived! Immediately I
changed tacked, and speaking to him in a clear firm voice, I ordered him
to look up into my eyes.

"Okay faggot-girl! I'll make a deal with you! All you have to do is
turn up at my place in ten days time. Some of my friends will be there,
and I want you to get on your knees and beg me to suck my dick. And then
you're going to beg me to fuck you!"

"Once I've finished with you, you're going to do the same with my
friends. If by the end of the night I'm happy with your total obedience
and performance, you will then voluntarily sign a legal document which
will make you my little brother's personal pleasure slave. If you do
this, then I won't sell your brothers, and I'll hand them over to you
to do with as you please." I added.

"It's totally up to you, Brad! Of course, it shouldn't worry you when
it comes to sucking cock, or getting fucked up the arse, especially after
what I've just witnessed here today. Anyway, you've got ten days to
make up your mind." I finished.

"I'll do whatever you want, but what about my brothers? I need to see
them before I leave! They need to know that everything will be alright!"
he wept, groaning in despair as he looked up at me.

"No, you can't see them until after ten days. Don't worry! I'll go
explain everything to them now. They will of course stay here until the
end of this week and then they'll be sent to my home. They'll both be
kept safe and sound. In fact, if you decide to agree to my terms, you'll
be living with them before you know it, looking after them! Now get up on
your feet and walk out before I have a change of heart." I said
dismissing him completely.

All I wanted to do now was go and check on my two new slaves and sample
their cock sucking and arse fucking delights.

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3.2        Brad Cahill - A Cry in the Night

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill ^Ö
Pleasure Slave)

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It's true to say I now lived in terror of the implanted micro-chip, the
slave's ultimate pleasure and punishment device.

The effects on my young 18 year old mind and body that first time were
devastating, resulting in me instantly understanding my life had changed
forever and I was now just a slave and I would from now on have to submit
completely, obediently to any and all free citizens.

And regardless of how tall and muscular I was, how good looking people
told me I was, or how well known I used to be, I knew now I was nothing
but a common slave, a slave in a world that saw us as expendable labour,
like animals to be bartered and sold as disposable commodities to prop up
our national economy.

Many people might think that I should have put up more of a fight as soon
as I met the six Slave Enforcement Officers. As I'd invited them into my
room, many might imagine I could have quickly slipped past them and made
my escape.

But life isn't like that, and I know now I really didn't have a chance.
They knew what to expect, like the many other free citizens they'd
enslaved before me, so I knew it would have been pointless to struggle.

Others might think I shouldn't have submitted so quickly to their
rampant lusts, that a real hetero guy like I'm supposed to be would have
somehow fought back against the micro-chip's inbuilt program.

If that's the case, they don't know what they're talking about. The
fact that the micro-chip implanted in me had the ability to completely
take control of my body and everything I did is prove enough that there
was nothing I could do to fight back.

For three long hours, against my will, I had no choice but to let them
use my mouth and my arsehole over and over again. When they ordered me to
look up into their leering grinning faces and smile, with their cocks
still jammed all the way in my mouth, I found myself forced to smile.

And every time they ejaculated in my mouth, I obediently swallowed their
endless amounts thick sticky sperm. I can make no excuses for my total
submission and inability to fight back, except my ability to rebel had
been completely stripped away from me.

And when Officer Downing ordered me to sit on his lap so he could hug me
closely and masturbate me, I admit being unable to stop myself from
responding to his lecherous touch, as he made me become fully erect in
his fisted jerking hand, ordering me to concentrate totally on making
myself cum.

Yes, I'd felt humiliated and degraded. And I can tell you I wept openly
as I felt my budding maleness and youthful masculinity slipping away from
me as I finally realised I was no longer a real man.

But in my fragile shocked state of mind, I knew I had no choice but to
obey. There was no fighting back. Most importantly, I knew I couldn't
fight back against the all-commanding micro-chip injected into my spine.

When they'd finally finished fucking my mouth and my arsehole and the
three long hours were finally up, they redressed, re-cuffed me and then
walked me out of my dorm room naked. With Officer Conroy holding tightly
onto my fully erect penis, and pulling me along as he quickly led the way
out of the dorm, we exited the campus house and crossed the dark student
car park where they bundled me naked into the boot of their patrol car.

There was no-one around, and to my surprise, even after the oral and anal
abuse I'd been subjected to for those three long hours, I still sighed
with shuddering grateful relief that none of the other guys from school
were out and about at that time in the morning to witness my complete
degradation and enslavement.

Ten minutes later, after we arrived at the Federal Internal Taxation
Office, I was ushered through the slave entrance of the tall 48 floor
skyscraper, and taken straight to a holding cell where my plasti-cuffs
were removed and I was locked up by myself.

Left alone with my own frightened nightmarish thoughts, I immediately
thought about my family, wondering where they might be, if they were
okay. And as images of my father, mother, Sean and Justin, flooded my
head, I lay down on the thin rubber mat in the middle of the cell that
served as a bed, and suddenly broke down and started sobbing.

I think I fell asleep, exhausted by the events of the previous evening,
and I remember having some horrifying dreams that taunted me, where my
parents and brothers smiling happily would come and see me, and then melt
away and vanish as soon as I reached out to hug them.

It was the clanging and opening of the solid metal cell door that woke
me, and as I sat up staring in fear at the person walking in, I tried to
calm myself down, to concentrate on what was happening.

"You slave, you should be up on your feet, or on your knees if you're
not quick enough to stand, assuming the traditional mandatory slave
position. Now get up off your lazy ass, do what I've said, or by God,
I'll have you punished in ways you can only imagine!" the sharply
dressed grey haired man scolded me.

Immediately I was on my feet, my legs wide apart, my hands behind my
back, my head bowed low, and my crotch pushed out in front of me as far
as possible, trembling uncontrollably in fear. Also, my penis suddenly
became rock-hard, jutting out and up nearly flat against my stomach.

The man, who was probably in his late 50's and dressed in a stylish
suit, smiled as he watched me quickly take the slave position.
Immediately he walked up to me and took my thick erect penis in his hand.

Instantly tears of frustration flowed down my grimacing beet-red face as
I felt his fingers stroking me, tickling my piss slit. And as the
straight young teenage guy inside me rebelled in repulsed anger, I tried
to step back out of reach of his molesting fingers. But to my distress
and utter surprise, I instantly found myself pushing my groin out even
further, unable to stop myself from enjoying the sensations his stroking
hand was having on my erection.

Again tears rolled down my face as I realised my body was betraying me,
regardless of the revulsion I felt deep down inside.

"Not that you need to know, but my name is Mr Pearson, and I run this
agency. Thought I'd come down here personally and see for myself the new
slave everyone is talking about." He said, his eyes traveling up and
down my naked muscled body as he continued fondling me.

"Yes, you are an extremely good looking slave. And by the looks of it,
you're a lucky one too. Seems you'll be keeping your foreskin, and you
won't be branded like all the other slaves usually are. Of course, you
will be having all your body hair permanently removed, except for the
hair on your head." he said nonchalantly, while cupping my hairy balls
and weighing them in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face, stunning me.

"When I speak to you slave, I expect you to respond! I'll not punish
you this time, but next time...! Now here are a few pointers of what's
expected of you, slave, and you'd better not forget what I tell you!"
he glared at me.

"Whenever a free citizen enters your presence, you will immediately
assume the mandatory slave position. Whenever a free citizen man speaks
to you, you will always respond with `Sir, yes Sir'. If it's a free
citizen women you will always respond `Ma'am, yes Ma'am'. Do you
understand slave?" he said.

"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied instantly, tears still spilling from my eyes.

"Good slave. I think you might just make an acceptable slave yet. In
fact, I hope you do. As it is, I must admit I wouldn't mind fucking that
cute looking mouth and boy-pussy of yours now. We don't usually get many
handsome young slaves like you in here, and I've got some free time
before my first meeting this morning." he added, as he returned his hand
to my erect penis and stroked it, fingering my piss slit once again.

"Anyway, it appears the court has decided to grant you permission to see
your parents for one last time, slave. I believe you'd like that,
wouldn't you slave?" he state, and this time he slowly reached down and
pulled the zip of his pants down as he waited for my reply, watching me
closely to see how I reacted.

But to his surprise, and my own, at the mention of my parents I'd
instantly dropped to my knees and lifted my head and started to plead
with him, suddenly babbling on, nearly hysterical.

"Sir, oh please! Please may I see them? I don't know what's happening,
and I'm worried about my br..."

Instantly I was cut off as he once again slapped me hard across my
startled face.

"Shut the fuck up, slave! You'll be told what you need to know and
nothing more! Now how much do you want to see your parents, slave?" he
scowled angrily at me, before stepping back, undoing his top trouser
button so his freshly laundered business pants slid down his skinny hairy
legs to lay crumpled up around his ankles.

I immediately assumed the slave position on my knees, with my head bowed
low, trying not to cry as I answered him. Again I felt another piece of
my young teenage maleness slipping away.

"Sir, I'll do anything you want, Sir! Sir, please may I see my parents,
Sir?" I responded, my voice quivering, feeling the bile rise in my gut
as I knew what he'd make me do next.

"I thought you'd say that, slave! So why don't you hobble forward on
your knees, look me in the face and smile, and then ask me real nicely to
suck my dick. If you sound convincing, and I don't have to trigger your
micro-chip or your `pleasure level' program, and there's a twinkle in
those boyish blue eyes of yours, I might let you see them one last time.
If you don't sound convincing, then you'll have just wasted the last
chance you'll ever get to see them." he said.

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him he was a real fucked
up sicko. As my revolted mind tried to make sense of the lunacy
surrounding me, I immediately knew I couldn't fight him.

So, sobbing back a heart breaking groan that threatened to escape, I
quickly moved forward on my knees and made myself smile up at him.

I knew this was my only chance to find out what the hell was happening,
so choking down any disgust I might have felt, or any young manly pride I
might still have had, I looked him in the eyes and began begging him to
allow me to suck his cock.

I pleaded in a loud voice, trying to make my voice sound husky with
desire and at times breaking with emotion as I implored him. And as I
looked up into his face, I found myself praying to God that he'd let me
do it, that he'd let me suck him off, just so I could finally see my
parents.

The grey haired man looked down at me with an appreciative wolfish grin
on his face, enjoying the humiliating way I was begging to suck his dick.
His eyes were half closed, his breathing was shallow, and then he
gestured me to move forward in front of him.

"Yes, you definitely are a good looking young slave. Now reach up and
carefully lower the front of my underwear and when my stiff dick pops
out, I want you to lick and kiss it for a while." he said, watching me
carefully as suddenly the micro-chip in me took over and I found myself
leaning forward, reaching up to do what he'd instructed of me.

"Mmmm, that feels wonderful! Worship my cock for a little bit more,
slave! Oh yes, that's very nice! Now use that cute pointy tongue of
yours to lick my piss slit. That's it, a few more times! Oh yes! Now
reach around behind me and take each of my arse cheeks in your hands and
start massaging and kneading them as you take my whole prick all the way
into your mouth!" he said, sighing and moaning softly at times as I
obeyed him.

As I began sucking him off, while massaging and caressing his arse
cheeks, he grabbed the back of my head and started running his hands
through my blond hair.

"Yes, indeed! You are a good looking cock-sucking slave. A very handsome
young cock sucker who will definitely make some very rich free citizen a
very happy man! Now start sucking me off harder while I fuck your face,
cock sucker. Suck me off like the good little blond bitch I know you are!
And moan real loud for me, slave! Moan as if you really love giving me
pleasure!" he grunted as I obeyed him, taking the full length of his
pulsating erect five and a half inch cock all the way to the back of my
mouth as he gripped clumps of my hair in his fists and slammed his
thrusting groin into my face.

It didn't take him long to cum, but as he shot his salty thick sperm
into my sucking mouth, he ordered me not to swallow, to hold it in my
mouth as he slowly slid his deflating uncut cock from between my tight
lips.

"Yes, that was very nice, slave. A bit more practice and you'll be an
expert before you know it. Now open up wide and show me how full your
mouth is." he said as he stood there looking down at me.

I opened up wide and showed him his thick globs of sticky man seed
covering my tongue and filling the back of my mouth, and then he told me
to swallow it all. Then ordering me to lean forward once again, he told
me to gently suck his now flaccid dick clean while sticking my tongue
under his foreskin at the same time.

"Well slave, I promised you I'd take you to see your parents, but I
want you to do two more things before we head off. Firstly, I think I'd
really like to see you masturbating yourself! Such a strong good looking
slave like you should be able to put on quite an entertaining show. And
if you do it as well as you sucked my cock, I may even let you see your
little brothers as well. Do you understand me?" he said patiently, an
evil smile crossing his face as he looked down at me kneeling before him.

Immediately, even though I was still on my knees, I found myself
automatically placing my hands behind my back, lowering my head, and
thrusting my crotch up towards him, all against my will.

"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied softly, my mind empty of all emotions or
feelings as I now prepared myself to do any perverted thing this man
might want me to do. But I didn't try and fight against the commands my
micro-chip were sending to my brain as I knew this may also be the only
opportunity to see my brothers as well.

"Secondly, after you've masturbated yourself, you're going to get on
your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you. It would be criminal if I
didn't sample your boy-pussy while you were in my care. Of course,
you'd better make my riding your pussy very good for me as well,
understand?" he smiled at me. Again I heard myself answer I would do
what he wanted.

"Okay then, slave. Let's get you enjoying this as well. Pleasure Level
3, proceed!" he commanded in a firm voice. Instantly my body was swamped
with exquisite feelings of pure pleasure as I followed his instructions.

"Now lie down on your back in the middle of the floor here. That's it!
Spread your legs apart as wide as you can, lift your head up and smile at
me. Good slave! Now start jerking off, get that cock of yours as hard as
you can, and make it look as erotic as you can. Ah very nice indeed!" he
continued.

"Okay, now when you feel you're about to ejaculate, I want you to aim
that big cock of yours at your face, open your mouth as wide as you can,
move your head down as far as you can, and catch as much of your own
spurting boy juices in your mouth." he said, a malicious grin spreading
across his face.

Again my micro-chip kicked in as I lay there with my legs spread wide
apart, on my back in the middle of the cell, obediently jerking my
rock-hard dick as he'd instructed. And smiling as sensually as I could,
I looked up into his face, and started moaning and grunting, hoping the
noises I was making would add to the erotic image of my squirming humping
naked body as I furiously masturbated myself in front of him.

"Yes, very nice! Now do it faster! Oh yes that's good! Now bounce your
buttocks up and down off the floor, get a steady rhythm going! Mmmm, very
good slave! Now reach down with your other hand and squeeze and pull on
those huge fat hairy balls of yours." he added.

Before I knew it, regardless of the fact I was completely ashamed and
humiliated by what I was being forced to do and my face was bright red
with degradation by this stage, I felt the familiar tingling churning in
my large tightening scrotal sac, which meant I was on the verge of
blowing my load.

Quickly I spread my legs even further, hunched my chest forward a
fraction so I could move my head further down, aimed my throbbing eight
and a half inch erect cock at my wide open mouth and blasted four
powerful spurts of my shooting sperm between my widely stretched lips. I
was gasping for desperately needed breathe by this stage and the
remaining spunk that shot out of my spluttering cock splashed all over my
face and chest before I finally collapsed flat on my back.

"Now that was something worth seeing, slave! Of course, you can scoop up
that mess you've made all over yourself with your fingers, and use it to
slick up my penis." he laughed as he watched me get up off my back,
scoop up my own cum and apply it thickly to his erect cock.

And as he'd indicated earlier, I found myself obediently turning around
quickly as I got onto my hands and knees, and offered up my bottom to
him.

"Sir, please fuck my boy-pussy for me, please Sir! Sir, please fuck my
tight little vagina as hard as you can, please Sir!" I intoned in a loud
voice, unable to stop myself from saying the horridly disgusting words
that sent an invisible knife of despair through my heart.

"Yes, that's it! Now let's increase your pleasure program while I'm
fucking you. Pleasure Level 4, proceed!" he commanded as he drove his
cock into my quivering twitching anus.

Again my arsehole gripped at his penis as he slid it all the way up into
me, massaging and caressing it, milking its full throbbing length. Again
my body quivered and trembled uncontrollably as waves of pure pleasure
washed my entire being as I felt him lie flat on my back, wrap his arms
around my chest as he set up a steady rapid fuck-motion.

"Uhhhh, that's good slave! Squeeze my cock harder, queer-slave! That's
it, get your vaginal flaps squeezing tighter! Oh yes, make my dick feel
really good, slave!" he moaned over and over again as he fucked me as
hard as he could.

Finally he shuddered all over and grunted as he shot his load deep into
me, and as he pulled out of me, he ordered me to turn round and lick his
penis and balls clean.

"Okay slave. That was very good indeed! Now why don't we go and see
your family." he said, and still breathing heavily, I stood up and
obeyed him as he motioned me to follow him out of the door.

I was led through a maze of corridors and up and down many elevators.
Eventually I was ushered into a brightly lit room where I was once again
left by myself. The room wasn't very wide, yet seemed to be quite long,
painted entirely grey and had no furnishings in it at all. There were no
windows, no paintings or posters on the wall, and I looked around in
confusion, wondering why I'd been brought here.

Then to my astonishment, the entire left wall began to brighten,
shimmering as it became transparent as I turned and stared at it.

More importantly, as the wall became crystal clear, there stood my father
and mother, and my two brothers on the other side, looking back at me.

The relief I felt as soon as I saw my family was short lived though. I
realised they were each standing in four separate rooms that backed onto
the long one I was in. And the rooms they were in seemed more like tiny
cells. It also became apparent they couldn't see or hear each other,
only me at the far end of their cells.

They too were all naked, and I immediately dropped my eyes as I watched
my mother trying to cover herself with her hands. Of course, I didn't
care if I was naked. All that mattered was I could see them all, and
before I knew what I was doing, I rushed up to the clear plastic wall
separating us and touched my hands to it.

Instantly I was thrown back, as a charge of electricity passed through me
and threw me against the wall behind me. Staggering, I climbed back onto
my feet and gingerly looked to where my father stood.

Instantly I started crying, cursing loudly as I tried to understand why
the authorities would have beaten him so severely. His eyes were nearly
swollen shut, his nose smashed to mush, and his lips were puffed up and
bleeding every time tried to move his mouth. He was stooped over, and he
stood unsteadily in the centre of the small cell he was in.

"Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me? What's happening! Please, Dad?" I
blubbered, trying to see him through my tears, heart broken by the sight
of his poor broken body.

"Brad? Is that you? Ah yes, I can just make you out there. I'm so sorry
son, but they forced a confession out of me. I wasn't strong enough to
resist. Please forgive me, but I had to do what they said! If I didn't
sign the papers, they were going to castrate you all, and then sell you
to some slave market in the Middle East. I couldn't let them do that to
my boys." Dad said in a hushed pain-racked voice.

"Son, listen to me! I don't think I have very much time. I want you to
look out for your brothers and make sure they're okay. I've always been
proud of you son, so try your best and keep an eye on them." he said, a
horrible rasping sound coming from his chest as he spoke. Behind him, as
I watched in shock, a door opened and in came three large masked men in
white coveralls. And before I could say anything, my father was quickly
dragged limping out of the small cell.

My head was swimming. I didn't know what to do. I moved along the
transparent wall until I could see my mother. She'd turned her back on
me, so I couldn't see her nakedness, or how beaten up she was as well,
and keeping her eyes low, she spoke in a sad broken voice.

"Brad! Son! Can you hear me? Now don't say anything, because I don't
think they'll let us speak for long. If you see your father, tell him I
love him. And always remember to look out for your brothers, no matter
what happens." She gasped out, and I could see that she was hurting
every time she spoke.

"You're all Sean and Justin have now, and they'll need your strength
too, to survive what's happening, and what lays ahead in the future for
you all. And Brad, always remember I love you boys with all my heart!"
my mother finished, sobbing softly as the door behind her opened, and she
too was unceremoniously dragged away, leaving the small room she'd been
in empty.

By now I was frantic, hysterical. What the fuck was going on? Why were
the state authorities doing this to us? I couldn't fathom it, and again
I moved quickly to where I could see Sean, staring back at me with a
mixture of pure joy and complete terror plastered on his face.

"Are you okay Sean? Have they hurt you? Can you hear me?" I rattled
off, fearing he too would be dragged away before I'd had time to speak
with him.

"Brad, yes I can hear you. I'm scared, really scared, and I don't know
what's happening!" Sean said in a frightened trembling voice.

As had happened with both my parents, a door opened at the other end of
the room, and in walked four masked men in white overalls. Moaning now,
thinking they were going to drag Sean away, I tried to scream at Sean to
look at me, but I stopped dumbfounded as each of the men began
undressing.

Immediately they surrounded Sean and began beating him up, ordering him
to get onto his hands and knees. Sean was crying in pain and terror as he
obeyed, and then I watched in horror as one of the men knelt behind him
and another man knelt in front of his head.

It was crazy! All I could do was look on as both men proceeded to shove
their large erect dicks into Sean's mouth and up his arsehole. And when
they set up a serious fuck-pace, I felt myself fall to the ground on my
knees, begging them to stop it, to leave my brother alone.

They took their time, and I could see they were enjoying every moment of
it as they raped Sean. Horrible squelching sounds as thick penises
slammed up his rectum and loud gagging noises as rigid cocks pounded down
his throat reverberated over the pa system connecting the two rooms, and
as I watched in horror, each man began striking Sean's naked body with
their fists as they continued to violently fuck him.

After all four had finished, without saying anything, they got up
redressed, and walked out the door, leaving Sean lying sobbing on the
cold tiled floor.

Suddenly, before I could respond, a section of the transparent wall
directly in front of me popped out towards me, and to my surprise, it
allowed me to enter and race over to Sean. Instantly I hugged him close
to me. I couldn't stop crying, but after I'd checked him out, made sure
he wasn't injured too badly, I carried him out of that room, and lay him
on the floor.

Quickly I got up and stepped up close to the transparent wall again and
looked straight at Justin, my youngest brother, standing in the last
small cell.

"Justin, can you hear me? Are you alright? Please Justin? Just say
something so I know you're okay?" I rattled on loudly, again becoming
frantic as I tried to get his attention as I stared at his lowered head,
at how his naked body shook all over in fear.

Again I watched in horror as the same thing that had happened to Sean,
now happened to Justin. In walked four different men in white overalls,
and this time as they stripped off, they began beating upon my little
brother ordering him to get onto his back.

Poor Justin didn't have a chance as the four men sodomised him over and
over again, crying and screaming for help each time they took their
turns. Again, as with Sean, once they'd fucked him about two times each,
they got up, dressed and left Justin lying curled up in a fetal position
on his side as he moaned in agony and sobbed uncontrollably.

Suddenly a section of the transparent wall popped in front of his cell as
well, and as I watched it swing towards me, I raced inside, grabbed
Justin's limp body up into my arms and carried him out to where Sean lay
shivering, and hugged him close to my chest. Instantly he looked up into
my face, a stunned look on his face and then he broke down and started
sobbing.

In moments, we had all sunk to the floor, and sitting there I couldn't
help but hug them close to my naked body, as if the mere action would
somehow protect us all.

Of course it wasn't enough.

As I held them to my chest, trying to comfort them, I couldn't stop the
tears rolling down my face. For maybe twenty minutes we stayed like that,
when suddenly twelve men in white overalls walked into the room to
encircle us, ordering us to stand up and assume the mandatory slave
position as.

But my memory fades of the horrible events that followed. I remember
vaguely how I trembled in fear and shame as I'd tried to protest
angrily, tried to scream out and struggle against six of these men who'd
stepped forward. But all to no avail as my micro-chip kicked in and made
me do what they demanded.

 And as I'd fallen to my knees, feeling impotent and powerless, I'd
watched with tears in my eyes as Justin and Sean were pushed down onto
their knees next to me, I then watched in terror as three of the men
stepped forward, unbuttoning their overalls, ordering us to blow them.

I was supposed to protect my brothers, but there was nothing I could do.
I felt useless, desperate and utterly despondent as I watched the fear on
my brothers faces growing. I know at the time I didn't care what they
did to me. But when it came to Sean and Justin, well I couldn't just
kneel there and see them shamed and degraded like this. But there was
nothing I could do. Especially when I heard my little brother Justin
start to sob, his small firm naked body shaking all over, looking at me
and pleading for me to save him.

Again the terrifying memory of my micro-chip's obedience program forcing
me to be completely submissive, rendering me incapable of protecting my
brothers from these perverts and what they were trying to force us to do.

I remember how I thought I was going insane, that this just couldn't be
happening. How I'd looked frantically at both Sean and Justin frightened
faces, my terrified eyes begging them to forgive me that I couldn't
protect them.

Yes, I can still remember how my two brothers had watched me as my
micro-chip forced me to turn back around to face the first fat smelly man
standing before me. I remember how I'd taken his rancid penis into my
mouth, one of many erect penises I would be forced to suck.

I don't remember how long I stayed on my knees, but I remember with
shame the continuous sounds of myself and my brothers slurping and
sucking deeply on the rampant thrusting penises shoved into our mouth, of
the many loud vicious open-palmed stinging slaps across our faces echoing
throughout the room. How the three of us, side by side, obediently
swallowing each of the twelve men's continuous spurts of endless sperm.

And yes, I can vaguely remember how the three of us finally gave up
struggling to over-ride the micro-chips injected into our spines. How my
brothers and I sank into a state of utter shock, and we'd obediently
responded to their orders to pretend we actually loved sucking them off.
How we quickly reached up with our trembling hands and gently caressed
and massaged the hairy chests, stomachs, inner thighs and tenderly cupped
and squeezed the huge dangling testicles of the men we were sucking off.

For four long hours we were kept in that small elongated room, the sounds
of us moaning and cooing in pleasure filling the room as we fellated
these smelly grunting farting men and then orally pleasured any other men
who happened to walk in.

It's strange to look back and realise there is actually a huge gap of
time missing in my mind. I don't remember anything but a few static
images of how my two younger brothers and I were then pushed onto our
backs and then made to beg each man to fuck us as hard as possible.

The micro-chips in each of our spines had by now taken over completely,
making us lift our legs into the air and spread them as far as possible.
And as each man mounted us, fucking us as hard as they could, we lay
there and thanked them over and over again for making us into their
personal bitches, their faggot whore.

But the worst was when they made us fuck and suck each other. I wept with
despair and shame as I submitted to the men's demands unable to stop
myself from sucking off my two brothers, and then fucking them as hard
and brutally as I could when directed.

For four horrendous hours we were made to suck each other off, to
repeatedly sixty-nine with each other before we were made to take turns
anally penetrate each other.

I vaguely remember how it all finally it came to an end.

Of them finally making us stand and assume the mandatory slave position,
of them taking hold of the leaking knobs of our fully erect cocks and
leading us off to get finger-printed, photographed and showered.

I have the vaguest recollection of being brought before the slave courts,
of the presiding judge authorising our "Lifetime" enslavement and then
our immediate transportation to the state-owned `Regional Slave
Induction and Training Facility'.

But I do remember clearly the agony and pain of my micro-chip's
punishment unit being used on me to snap me out of my shocked dazed
state, how the slave facility officers laughed as they raised it to
`Level 2', and how I had felt a huge piece of my inner-self die in that
instant.

And then the nightmare got worse.

Our training began in serious. I do remember I couldn't do anything to
protect Sean or Justin, as we were punished for the smallest infractions.

I watched in horror as our body hair was permanently removed, how we all
looked like grotesquely tall pre-pubescent boys standing in the mandatory
slave position, there in the sterile shower block, as they hosed the
smeared on hair removal crème from our bodies.

Once again Sean, Justin and I found ourselves placed in a single cell
together. I'd wept as I realised we were being kept together, and I
remember hugging them both close to me. Justin had the look of a
desperately lost puppy, his eyes glancing frantically around in terror at
our surroundings, while Sean was nearly always hysterical. I really
wasn't any better, suffering from anxiety and stress as I wondered what
was going to happen to us.

I remember how ashamed and humiliated I felt on that first night, when a
booming voice sounding over a loud speaker, set our pleasure level
programs to 3, and then ordered us to start practicing oral and anal sex
on each. At first I tried to rebel, and again I was punished severely
until my micro-chip kicked in and I found myself doing what was ordered
of me. Whenever we had any free time, which was usually only late at
night, we were required to suck each other off, and viciously fuck each
other no matter how tired we were.

I can still remember how everyday I was disciplined about three or four
times a day. All they needed to punish us was verbally announce the
punishment level they wanted, and instantly we would suffer the
excruciating agony that followed.

But the most humiliating thing done to us was when the on-duty officers
sent for Sean, Justin and I. Every late afternoon, we would be brought to
the officer's lodge where we were forced to orally and anally perform
for them.

In the officer's lodge there would always be about 8 or 9 men lounging
around, and as we stood in the mandatory slave position before them, we
would initially be made to masturbate for long periods before they took
us off to designated cots and proceeded to use us for their personal
pleasure.

I know my will and my mind were completely broken the first time we were
escorted there. Ordered onto my knees before my two brothers, I was
forced to take each of their thick teenage penises into my mouth and
pleasure them to the best of my abilities. My micro-chip's pleasure mode
was set at `Level 3' at all times, and I was unable to stop myself
doing what was commanded of me.

But they were instructed not to cum, as the officers had decided it would
be more fun to watch Sean and Justin fuck me. Ordered onto my back in the
middle of the room, Sean was made to mount me, with my legs resting on
his back. Obediently he fucked me, his face sad with utter shame, and
once he'd finished, ejaculating deep up inside me, I was then forced
onto my hands and knees where Justin was made enter me from behind.

With our pleasure modes set, we acted out the roles they demanded of us,
spoke like the little boys they expected us to be, and for many hours
each afternoon, we continued to perform for them before they took us off
individually and made us pleasure them until they were tired of us and
send us back to the slave barracks.

Time seemed to fly by, but I knew we had only been there a few weeks when
Master Noel suddenly turned up unannounced. At the time, I didn't know
what was happening as we'd been marched towards the small visitor's
office and instructed to be on our best behaviour.

Neither my brothers nor I knew who we were seeing, and my greatest fear
at the time was they were finally going to split us up, separate us
forever.

Oh how I had nearly cried with relief when I saw Master Noel. It didn't
matter that we'd had a few scuffles at school, or even that he mightn't
have liked me that much. We were fellow high school students and football
players on the same team.

To me, I remember thinking instantly here was someone who could help us.
But I also knew he was a free citizen and I was now only a broken
obedient slave. The brutal training I'd undertaken so far made me stand
perfectly still in the mandatory slave position, and only when Master
Noel gave me permission did I look up.

I remember that first time I saw him looking at me so sad. And as I
realised what I must have looked like to him, completely naked, with my
erect cock straining as it stood up ready for his inspection, I nearly
broke down and wept then and there if it weren't for my micro-chip
keeping me in check.

But more importantly, I remember how ashamed and humiliated I was that he
was seeing me like this.

Then he suddenly said he'd help me. I found myself lost for words,
unable to express my gratitude to him for saving me and my brothers from
this horrible nightmare.

I remember the trip to the manager's office was a humiliation I tried to
put out of my mind. For Noel to see me fall to my knees and perform oral
on that large fat man, and then for him to see me being fucked up my arse
and jerked off at the same time until I came all over myself, well, I'd
hoped he knew I had no choice but to obey.

But as I was dressing, I was stunned when Noel told me I was free but not
my brothers. That's when I finally realised that Noel was the
perpetrator of my whole family's enslavement and I suddenly felt myself
crack. In an instant, I wanted to kill him, rip him limb from limb. I
wanted to take his neck in my hands and squeeze the very life from his
body.

And then before I knew what hit me, he used my micro-chip's punishment
mode on me. Instantly I'd collapsed and felt the searing agony once
again, and as he used it on me a second and then third time, he increased
the power to a level I'd never experienced before.

And so I begged Noel to please give me back my brothers. Yes I remember
pleading with him, telling him I'd do anything he wanted if he would
just let me take my brothers out of that slave training facility.

But he wouldn't budge until I agreed to his conditions.

I was to turn up at his place, and with his best friends watching me, I
was to get on my knees and beg to suck his cock and then beg him to fuck
me. And then I was to let them use me the same way.

If I did what he wanted, and he was happy with how I performed, and if I
signed a paper that would make his younger brother Evan my master and his
personal pleasure slave, then he would hand over my brothers to me.

And so I was freed, allowed to leave that terrifying slave training
facility to decide what I wanted to do. By then, I didn't care. I'd do
anything for my brothers and if this was the only way I could help them,
so be it!

So I went back home to find it had been left untouched since my parents
and brothers had been dragged from there, and in a daze, I slumped onto
my bed and cried myself to sleep.

The next day I wandered around, not knowing what to do. Whenever anyone
looked at me, I'd hang my head in shame, thinking they knew I'd been
enslaved and made to do things that had humiliated and degraded me.

I realised the three week long slave training program had altered me
permanently, as I trembled whenever I saw other free citizen's with
their slaves.

After six days I went back to school. There was nothing else I could do,
and I thought maybe if I could see Noel, maybe ask him to be reasonable,
to even beg him again to let me have my brothers back.

That's when I saw Evan showing off Sean. I followed him from a distance,
not wanting either of them to know I was watching them. I knew Sean was
being forced to have oral sex with anyone Evan told him to do it with,
but it was only when I heard Sean's loud piercing screams coming from
one of the students' private resting rooms, that I burst in to find
Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond sodomising my brother in the most vicious
and cruel way.

Instantly I struck out, lifting Steve above my head and throwing him
against the opposite wall and then beating the crap out of Trevor. For
the first time since I'd been released I hugged poor Sean's badly
beaten naked body close to me, whispering in his ears that everything
would be alright, that I would make things better.

And when I turned my head and saw Evan looking at me and then at Sean
strangely, I lost my head and went off at him. He was terrified and
confused, and then I realised he might not have known Sean was my
brother.

But that's when Noel walked in, and behind him stood Justin. I didn't
really listen to what Noel had to say, all my attention was focused on my
two brothers.

That was when I knew I had to do whatever Noel demanded of me. There were
no choices here. If I didn't, I knew he was sick enough to follow
through on his threats to sell my brothers and I'd lose them forever.

Also, with the micro-chip still implanted within my spine, I knew I
wasn't really free. I was only being allowed to wander around, as if in
limbo, waiting until Noel chose the moment to reel me back in and finish
off whatever horrible plan he'd set me up for.

To Be Continued...

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