Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2013 10:55:33 +0100
From: keith farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave165 ch 12

Slave 165 ch 12


I felt I would need to get a bus for my family, especially as it has grown
so large. I asked TJ about slaves being allowed to drive. He told me that
it was not a problem, but they would need to get a special drivers permit.
They would also need to keep a trip log, which has to be counter signed by
their owner before they leave for any trip.

I asked TJ when the slave documents of ownership would arrive as I only
have the court orders for my slaves. TJ told me that he would have gotten
them to me as they had arrived, but he had not had enough time to deliver
them.


Alin asked where we needed to meet up for shopping, and I suggested that he
just drop us off in the centre of town. We would walk around as a group and
find the places that could supply us the items we wanted now. He said that
would be no problem, and that I just need to phone him when I needed my
boys collected.


It seems that they had decided as a group that they would camp out at the
new house rather than being in the home. Alin had taken a week's leave to
be able to help me with the needs of the boys and that of course meant that
TJ would also be spending the nights out there and I had no problem with
that.


They informed me that they had managed to get almost everything sorted and
even had warm water for an outside shower, I looked at them wondering how
they were doing that, because the gas people would not be there for a few
days.


When I asked, they told me what they had done was run a hose onto the roof,
with a lot of little holes in it and the end blocked off. They then had
twisted the down pipe and flattened it, so that the water warmed itself on
the slate tiles and when it hit the gutter it was directed to the one
outlet which provided sort of a shower. They had all used it before coming
in to court.  I said that we would have an early dinner in town and invited
TJ and Alin to meet us at the Carvery.


I chose to avoid places like `Dreams', because I wanted us to be supplied
now and not in a weeks time. By the time the afternoon was over, my bank
account had taken some punishment, but everything we needed had been
ordered. Some items would be delivered that evening, and most would however
arrive tomorrow. Buying everything for the kitchen, including new stoves
and fridges took longer than buying most of the other stuff. I even
remembered the dishwasher, washing machine and dryer; I purchased the
industrial sizes in everything.


Dinner was fun; I enjoyed watching the Carvery staff trying to keep up with
a group of hungry boys. They were pure eating machines. My slaves were hard
at work making sure that the younger children got enough to eat and I in
turn made sure that they also ate.


During our dinner TJ started telling us about a new machine, which was
being installed at the slave centre and they were using one of the old
interview rooms. That way the two way mirrored room could have people
watching. I asked what this machine does and TJ said it is some type of
castration machine.


The government had decided that it would be too expensive to employ doctors
full time, and this J Writer chap from the States had developed this
machine that does the job all nice and neatly. TJ laughed and said it gives
the person one last happy time before ending it forever. I looked at TJ and
said that I don't like that idea and did not think it was a laughing
matter, which sobered up the conversation. TJ explained that this machine
is the quickest way to do the job neatly and it is only meant for cases
where rape and violence or drug dealing were done.


He also said that we have to remember that the new laws concerning escaped
slaves also make it mandatory for castration. They hope that as this
becomes public knowledge violent crime will diminish, and hopefully drop
from the statistics completely.


I thoroughly enjoyed the day shopping with my family, but it was time for
them to get out to the house, so that deliveries can be received.  I took
the slaves home for the night, they needed to get their things together for
the move out to the new house. I had decided that from tomorrow on we might
sleep out there. I would keep the town flat for when I needed to overnight
for the time being. I was not sure about the shower arrangements and hoped
that it could be fixed soon, but in the mean time, I would most likely have
to spend nights at the flat, especially as Graeme and Darryll needed
attention while they continued to heal.


The trip to the flat was slightly subdued and I wondered what was going on,
but I knew that at some point they would tell me. We had no sooner settled
in at the flat around the TV when that conversation started. Seems they had
overheard TJ telling me about the castration machine. They were very
worried that they could lose their balls. I had to sooth their fears, I
reminded them that I had done my best for them and always would, but if
they ran away or created problems I would not be able to do much, because
two of them already had castration orders against them.


All I could do was advise them to always do their best, for themselves and
for me. I don't like the castration idea and if it gets taken out of my
hands there will be nothing that I can do. I was promised that they would
always do their best and begged that if they made a mistake, I must whip
them rather than allow them to be castrated.

Tommy


I had overheard master talking to the slave authority man about their new
machine, it scared me and Timmy noticed. I indicated that we need to
listen, and he let Darryll and Graeme know to listen as well. We whispered
amongst ourselves; this was very scary. Being a slave was going to be hard,
and we would do our best, but if we were to be freed and we no longer had
our balls, life would not be worth living.

I was very happy to be going back home with master, I think we all were,
that slave authority man is scary, he is the one who had drug us out of bed
that first morning for court. I did not know our master and him were
friends, but Graeme says they were not friends when he got enslaved, and
the first time master met him was when he came to master's flat to fit his
collar.

Graeme told us that he had been the one to arrange things for him when he
got hurt. Graeme also thinks that he would have died if it had not been for
master and that man. Maybe we need to trust him to help us too.

Graeme


When Timmy told me in a whisper to listen to what master was discussing.
It went against what the slave book had taught me, but I did listen into
master conversation. I was sickened at the thought of them using a machine
to remove our balls. I then remembered that the magistrate had ordered that
done to me and I wanted to be sick.


I hoped that master would never allow that to be done to me. I will do
anything for master, because he has been good to me. I am going to make
master love me so much that he will never want to hurt me, especially never
want to see my balls removed. I know I enjoy girls, but it was not so bad
sucking master off and I did sort of enjoy it too. I would have been happy
to suck Darryll, but he wanted to fuck me and that hurt. Now I know that it
can be done, and it can be enjoyed.


When I heard Tommy and Timmy making love to master and how they made all
that noise. I know they enjoyed it as much as master. I am going to find
out how from them and get them to help me be able to enjoy gay sex. I am
going to find out how to give master the most pleasure I possibly can.


Out of everyone I know, master is the only person who has stuck by me and
made me feel wanted and human. My whole family walked out on me. I know it
is my mum's second marriage and my two younger brothers are half brothers,
but I did think they would stand by me when I needed them. I don't know if
I will ever be able to forgive them.


Darryll


I knew it was too good to be true, but then the more I listened, I realized
master did not really like castration. He did however think it was a good
thing for violent people and I did not know that it would be done to any
slave that ran away. I will never run away.  Master has told me he will do
what he can to make sure that someday I get my freedom again. Master also
told me that if he was not able to do anything like that, he would make
sure that I am safe. I will trust master.


I must be starting to heal, because I am starting to feel horny again.  The
only problem is that when I start to get hard, that clamp thing on my cock
hurts, and it feels like it is going to strangle the head of my cock off. I
am so glad that master saved my one ball. If master wants me, he can have
me any time, although Graeme seems to be getting possessive about master. I
suppose I only have myself to blame, had I shown Graeme love I am sure he
would now love me.


Graeme has been very forgiving, I know I am still his friend, but I don't
think he will ever allow me to be more. Maybe the only way to get his love
back would be for me to allow him to fuck me. Maybe he will allow the three
of us to have some fun together. I need to feel master taking real
possession of me.


Ronald


I was quite tired by the time we all got prepared for bed, I had again
enjoyed having Graeme leaning against me as we watched a little TV. I also
seemed to be getting a look of pain from Darryll. I was thinking back on
the morning and wondered why the American guys got life. I had asked TJ and
he just told me that apart from the fact that they were all high and half
drunk while driving, there had been a massive quantity of Hashish, Green,
Dagga, or Grass. Whatever you want to call it, and the Scottish government
has a zero policy to drugs.


The only people who would get term slavery for drugs would be those who had
a very small quantity on them, and they were using it privately.  These
guys thought that they could do what they liked. It does not matter how
rich they are, if they are caught with large qualities they will get
life. If they are caught dealing they will also lose their nuts. Damn it
seems that they always want to take away a guy's nuts. I wonder what they
do with woman, I must find out.


After our shower, I was preparing Graeme for his diaper and I noticed that
the ring part of the circumcision clip was starting to separate. I had a
good look and it seemed ready to come away completely, as there were just a
few bits of skin still holding it. I told Graeme to just wait on the bed
uncovered, while I went around to my drawers. I took out the scalpel and
inserted a fresh sterile blade.


I then carefully took Graeme's cock in my hand and separated those pieces
of skin and that allowed the ring to be removed completely.  His cock did
look a lot better without the plastic ring. There were no signs of blood
anywhere and it looked like it had healed cleanly.  I disposed of the
cuttings and the used blade and when I came back Graeme had a gentle smile
on his face and I noticed his cock was starting to thicken. I told him no,
not yet. The fact that the ring was off, did not mean that it would not get
hurt. I pinched his cock head hard and watched as he deflated and then I
fitted his diaper.


Graeme


Today we have been very busy. Almost everything that I had put on the list
for our new home was bought and Master seemed to buy the best of
everything. I thought we would just get the sort of things my mum would
buy. They had always worked for us, but I must admit that we did change the
furniture a lot. Master explained if you buy really good furniture you will
have it for life. All the pots that master bought were the best in
stainless steel. They must have thought we were mad buying so many big pots
and a big deep fryer.


I had noticed the clip thingy coming loose on my cock this morning and I
cannot wait for it to drop off. When master started removing the clip I
thought I was going to get hard. I had to think of ugly things to make sure
I did not get hard and then when master came back to fit my diaper, it felt
really nice having him holding my cock. Master looked carefully at my cock
and I could almost feel his warm breath on it. I started to think master
was going to give me a blowjob, but master quickly ended things by
squeezing my cock head hard. I felt much better when master had done up my
diaper.


Ronald


We needed to get up and get moving. Graeme has become so attentive to me
and I love the way he cuddles up to me. He seems to enjoy using my chest as
his pillow. It reminds me so much of how my love used to sleep with me. We
could not sleep unless we were touching. As soon as I woke Graeme, he
smiled at me and said good morning, he then got out of bed straight away
and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on.


I heard him wake the other three up as I went to the toilet. As soon as I
was finished, I sprayed a little air freshener and climbed into the
shower. By the time I was finished Graeme had brought my coffee into the
bedroom and was standing brushing his teeth. I just felt like giving him a
hug, so I did. I left him to carry on in the bathroom, and went to drink
that much needed coffee and dress. By the time I had finished dressing
Graeme was done in the bathroom and ready for his diaper.


I enjoyed doing the diaper, but today I also took a good look to see if I
could see anything of where the repair was done. I could see a couple of
very fine stitches, but I could not see any sign of bleeding. When Graeme
turned over, I could see definite signs of arousal. It did seem to be
stretching the skin and I did worry about it pulling loose. I did not think
it was a good idea for him to wank just yet and he seemed a little upset
when I told him that, but accepted that I needed to know he was fully
healed. He seemed to love it when I did his diaper up nice and tight.


Graeme


Master has been so good to me. I did not expect that hug that he gave me in
the bathroom. I could feel his groin up against my diaper. When master
started checking my hole, I thought he was going to put his finger inside,
but he just ran his finger around so gently. He seemed to be feeling the
muscle, but it felt really nice. When I turned over I could see that I was
getting hard.


Master looked at it and said it is healing very nicely. He then told me
that it is too soon for me to wank, but I feel like my balls will soon
burst. I have never gone two days without a wank and it has been a week. I
wonder if people die from not wanking. It feels good to be nicely wrapped
in my diaper.


Ronald


The car was loaded with things to take out to the new house. I think I am
starting to get really excited at living out there. When we arrived I was
very surprised to see the gas people there and busy working. TJ saw me and
said, I hope you don't mind, but I used a contact to get a rush job for
your gas works.


He also told me that their team was already busy converting the old stables
into a slave accommodation, so that is what those building were doing. Wow,
I could not believe how busy everything seemed. I had not even gone inside
when the first delivery vehicle arrived, it was a huge truck, which
contained all of our kitchen supplies and equipment, as well as the living
room furniture.


My boys all appeared as if by magic and after hugs from all of them they
started carrying everything inside, the only one not carrying anything was
Luke. Luke held his arms up to me and I allowed him into my arms. He had
his arms firmly around my neck and I half carried him as I went into my
home. I needed to find a chair and as soon as I sat down Luke was snuggled
onto my lap.


About an hour later the parents of the American boys arrived. As always
they tried to be forceful, that is until I explained that I had not planned
any of that. If they were not happy with their ex children coming to work
on my farm, then I would make arrangements for them to go into government
service. I am sure the government could use a few more street slaves to
keep our towns clean. That seemed to shock them.


They realized that out here they would not be in the public and no one
would see them. A few of the parents were surprised at how my children
worked with my slaves and they saw that I was not treating my slaves
badly. I showed them the new slave quarters that were being adapted for my
field slaves. I had to explain that unlike my house slaves, which are
referred to as term slaves, their boys were lifers and that they would
never be free.


I did say that I would not mind them coming to see their children, but that
they will have to understand that they are slaves and will spend most of
their waking hours working. A few of the parents asked me when I expected
them to be here. I explained that it was my hope that the renovations would
be completed within the week and I expected they would be delivered by the
end of the new week. TJ confirmed that they also expected them to be
delivered during the next week but could not say which day.


I agreed to keep the remaining parents informed as the majority had to
leave to return to their homes. They did tell me that they were
grateful. They are still going to get their government to help them get
their children freed. Two families had decided to remain, so that they
could see their boys freed and they were planning on telling them not to
give up hope. They seemed to accept that there was not much that they could
do and to free their boys might take them a year or two.


The rest of our day was spent sorting out the house as the furniture
arrived. By the end of the day everything was in and there was even hot
water, and the gas stove was also working. Graeme and I went down to the
supermarket to stock up with groceries. I bought enough meat and vegetables
to make a nice stew, but then I thought I best buy things for making a
curry. I would need to give the boys some choice.

That was a wonderful meal and everyone enjoyed it. I had already planned
our dinner for tomorrow. I was going to show the boys how to make good
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