Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2013 00:28:32 +0100
From: keith farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave165 ch13

Slave 165 ch 13


Larry (Luke's ex dad)


Man, I really fucked up this time, how was I to know the little faggot has
connections now. I thought he was just in a group home for faggots and then
when that other faggot arrives with his four young boys I got pisses all
over again. I should learn to keep my big mouth shut.  Now everyone knows
about that little faggot and his faggot protector.  The magistrate must
also be a faggot as well, what is this world coming to when us good
Christians cannot kill faggots, they are an abomination and evil in God's
eyes.


When that little faggot locked up my cock in this dammed cage, I wanted to
hit him and would have, but my hands are fastened up on this collar and
another thing, how can they make me a slave? I am a Christian not an
abomination and I am going to ask to speak to my priest, I am sure he will
help get me freed. No bloody faggot is going to keep me like this.


Jerry


This was meant to be a summer break for us football players. We had planned
to enjoy a couple of weeks looking around Scotland before we all go to
college. I did not want to come, but my folks said I needed to be with my
team. They were very happy when they found out that some of the player's
families were also going to be here. Chuck's dad arranged this camper for
us. I did not know he had stocked it with booze and stuff, I don't even
know where he got it all.


When we got stopped at the road block, the cops asked us where we got the
stuff, I expected Chuck to tell them, but everyone kept silent. When they
loaded us into the van Chuck said we must not worry, that his uncle is a
senator. We must not make waves for this, because then his uncle would not
be able to help us. He told us that we would probably most likely be
deported back to our home and we must just be calm.


I wanted to scream, but I think I had inhaled too much of that smoke.  Man,
I don't even smoke cigarettes, this is just fucked up. In court we were not
asked much, we wanted to plead not guilty, but there was so much evidence
that we would have lost out any way. It was a total shock when I heard that
we were all slaves for life. I know some states have brought in slavery,
but I did not think there was any of that over here. I heard Chuck's father
going off saying that he would get it sorted even if he has to go to the
President.


I know he is wasting his time. The President can do nothing, hell he cannot
even stop the states that have brought in slavery from doing it. I only
hope that we get a good master. Then when I did see our master, he seemed
like a fair person and he also has a lot of children. I noticed that four
of the children were wearing collars; they must also be slaves and they
also seem to be treated as family.


The thing that I have found hot is seeing all my team mates hairless. The
only hair they are allowing us to keep is the hair on our heads.  Thank
God, I was cut as a child, as eleven of my team mates found themselves with
some funny rings clipped around their foreskins, boy did they cry when the
doctor cut away their foreskins. We were all checked to see that we are
healthy, and then they gave us some sort if injection in the groin and that
hurt like blazes. The needle was so thick; I thought it was never going to
go in. We all cried when that injection was done.


We have all been shackled together into two groups of eight. The only older
person is that ex cop, and he seems to have a big chip on his shoulder. I
am very happy he is on Chuck's team. They have given us very short chains
between our feet and the ones between us are only slightly longer. They are
making us march up and down, and even in the rain. I am so cold; we don't
have jackets or anything to keep us warm. They said that we have to learn
to work hard, so that we can stay warm.


Every day Chuck and his group seem to cause us trouble. Everyone in my
group just wants to get on and make the best of things. Steven, Allen and
Hugh are also getting tired of their team mate's efforts and they are tired
of getting beaten. It seems to me that it is Chuck and his buddies that are
going to make life difficult for us. I also don't trust this Larry person;
I think he is going to cause us a lot of shit as well.


Chuck


I told Larry about my uncle, and as soon as I can I am going to escape, dad
indicated as much to me that he would help us any way he could.  Hopefully,
I will get to see the folks before they go back home. I was surprised to
see that the whole family was in court for us. I did not expect them to
call my sister; she is fifteen, well sixteen in three weeks. I was so
embarrassed being naked in front of her and they also brought my twin
younger brothers into court as well. They are only four and snickered when
they saw me naked. Mom did not know she was expecting, and thought she was
too old. I never knew the old man still had it in him.


If dad can help us escape, then Larry has said that he would go with us.
He says if we do it at night, and have a flight, we could be half way home
before it is found out. Larry says that he has a house in the states, and
once we are there my uncle will protect us. I am not going to do anything
for those other loser's, they seem happy to be slaves. The thing is we can
get through if we are not a big group, but if it was all sixteen of us,
someone would wonder.


Ronald


Well we have moved into the house, and everything seems to be going well.
I thought that there would be problems, but there was nothing. My slaves
have been very good at getting things organised and clean. I am also still
spending a lot of time teaching the boys how to cook.  The two who have
taken to cooking so well are Anthony and Logan.  Logan seems to be a
natural experimental cook whereas Anthony cooks by following the
instructions and he is very precise.

We have had some great meals prepared by each of them and we are also
treated to a concert every afternoon in the music room. The boys had fun
choosing what instruments they wanted to play, or lean to play. I even
managed to arrange some teachers to come out and give them lessons and I
know I am going to miss all this activity once schooling starts.

On TJ's recommendation I bought a Mercedes Sprinter, which is big enough
for all of us. I had my driver's licence upgraded, so that I can drive the
van myself. Soon my older boys will start taking driving lessons and I am
going to send them on advanced driver's courses as well. They need to learn
defensive driving. I will still use the car when we have a smaller group.


I'm a little worried about Luke; he has been very quiet since that day in
court. I have had a chat with him, and he seems to wonder if his mummy died
or was killed. This seems to be worrying him a lot, and when I asked him
why, he said that he had seen Larry working on the car that morning before
his mummy went out to the shops.


Not knowing what to do, I phoned the magistrate. I apologised for
disturbing him, and then I related what Luke had told me. I told him that
as Larry is now a slave there is very little that could be done to him, but
I would like to make sure, so that Luke can get closure.  The magistrate
told me to leave it in his hands, and that he would get someone to look
through the file. He could not promise that they would find anything, but
if there is something, it would be investigated.

The work on the slave pens is almost complete; they have put a toilet and a
wash basin in each cell, and there is room for six slaves per cell.  TJ
says it does not need heating; the slaves will keep each other warm at
night. They have put up solar panels to warm water for the showers and to
provide night lighting. There are lights that come on as soon as it gets
dark. TJ says that they will burn all night in the passage way. There are
no lights in the cells, and there are no doors to the cells either, once
they are in their cell, a chain is attached which allows them to get to
water or the toilet, but they cannot get out of their cell area.

They have even built a small kitchen and storeroom in the slave block, the
storeroom is stocked with slave chow, which is sort of a biscuit and a type
of food similar to the dog food of old, apparently it is a balanced diet to
make sure the slaves have everything they need. The kitchen area was built
because I asked for a place to cook stews and such for the slaves. I felt
that they needed one good meal a day.  They can have the feed in the
morning with water, and in the middle of the day they can have their
biscuits. I believe they will need three to four each, with water and at
night they can have the stew, which will have lots of vegetables in it.


TJ says that the slaves will be here in two days. I have had a delivery of
tools for them to work with and I have also been thinking about Darryll, I
think he would be good for controlling the worker slaves.  He looks like he
would be firm and fair.


He has also become dedicated to Graeme and myself and he spends most of his
day naked now that he no longer has the dressing. Tom, Tim and Darryll were
very happy to see the last of those circumcision clamps.  I told them they
would need to allow them to continue to heal for at least another week
before they try any sex. I expected Tom and Tim to disobey me on that, but
they have not. They have also become very hard workers; I don't see them
taking any breaks. I have spoken to them about that and suggested that they
take a few minutes after lunch to just talk to each other and relax and
then at night they also need a little time to talk. I told them that it is
not only work all the time, and that they have to know how to stop and take
a breather. They are not going to be life slaves.

Jerry


It has been a hard week. All we get to eat is dried dog food, well they say
it is made especially for slaves and we need to get used to it.  Chuck and
his buddies are planning something I can feel it. I overheard the guards
saying we are being moved in the morning and I will be glad to see the end
of this place. It seems it was a prison before, but they have changed it
into a slave processing centre. We have had to work as a team helping them
change this place to be more suited to a slave processing centre.

Ronald


The slaves are all here and TJ is going to train Darryll to be their
overseer. He suggested that I get some two way radios, so that I can always
know where the slaves are and if there are any problems.


Graeme seems to be getting control over himself, and he does not seem to be
messing himself as much, he does however still wet the diapers. I suspect
that he is getting to enjoy a diaper. I love it when he cuddles up to me at
night. He has taken to seeing to all my needs and loves the home. He is
however a very forceful housekeeper. He even keeps the boys under control
and makes sure that they keep their rooms neat. Tim and Tom have enough
work to do, and they could do with some help around the home.


Today we had a couple of the parents visit their enslaved children. The one
couple arrived with their other children, so I suggested that the daughter
and the two young boys stay at the house with my children while their
parents were seeing the slaves. Luke and William were very good hosts and
they played in the music room. I could not help but notice the admiring
glances Jon gave the girl.


Chuck


My folks are here, and we are lucky that we are getting a little alone
time. Sir has allowed us to spend this time together. It is only the two of
us who still have our folks here. The rest of the parents have returned to
their homes.

Dad has taken note of how we are fastened in at night. He was very pleased
to learn that there is no guard at night. I told dad about Larry, and I
told him where he had to go and where he would find everything he needs, so
that he can get air tickets for all of us.

Larry had suggested that we fly out on the earliest flight of the day and
dad also agreed that it was better that there would only be the five of us.

Dad and Uncle Jim arrived in the middle of the night. They had bolt cutters
to remove the collars and chains. Dad said everything was ready and he has
our flight booked. He also has all of Larry's documents. Dad said we will
never be able to come back to this country, in fact he feels that we would
be better off if we just stayed in the states.


We had all dressed and looked like ordinary teens and dad said that we were
not to act as a sports group; just a group of friends travelling with their
families and friend's families.


The airport seemed quiet when we arrived, checking in with our tickets and
passports were not a problem. I was worried that when they scanned our
passports into their system. No alarm bells or anything.  We quietly waited
for our flight to be called. At last, it was time to leave. We are all
staying together we don't want any problems now. I hope we are outside
Scottish air space by the time these people realize we are gone.


Everything has gone crazy, as we went to get on our flight and started down
the passage to the plane, lights started flashing and an alarm went off and
before we could do anything there was a whole group of police around us
all. We have all been arrested; mom, dad, and everybody.  Now I have found
out that the big injection was not an injection, but an identification
chip. We had set off the alarms with our chips.

Now I am really scared. The five of us have been pushed into cages, and
these are the same as they use for transporting animals, and they look even
stronger. There is not even enough room to sit properly. I heard the one
officer say that a slave transport is on its way to collect us. I see my
sister and the twins, and they are crying. My sister is trying to calm the
twins. Mom, Dad and Uncle Jim seem to be very deflated and they are all in
a cell. All of us slaves have been stripped, whipped, gagged and caged.
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