Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 00:02:47 +0100
From: Keith Francis Farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave 165 ch 25

Hi, hope you all enjoy this story, this is all made up, Nothing is true.
Yes Ronald did exist, but the Ronald in this story only has the gentle but
firm personality of the real Ronald (Ronnie) The man who taught me to love
myself and he was at my side for 24 years. This story might not be what you
expect, but I have had fun writing it. I do love hearing from all the
readers. Without Donny as my editor, this story would not make it very
far. without Nifty, you would not get to read it either. Do keep the notes
coming.


Slave 165 ch 25


Kyle Sanatorium


Kalum and I are both football players, I'm nineteen and Kalum is
eighteen. We both got into the same college on football scholarships, they
must be happy to have us here, because our dad is the Vice
President. Growing up here has been great, after mum divorced dad, she had
us move down to where her folks stayed before they died. I never thought I
would like Alabama and when they brought in slavery here I got worried, but
it seemed to go alright.  There was not a big outcry and it was only the
poor, the criminals and the fags that got enslaved. We have a fag house
slave at home. It is great, we can and do punish him every day, and then he
either gets fucked or he sucks us off before we go to sleep. I don't know
if mom is also using the slave during the day.

During the second class period, there was a knock at the door, and when the
professor opened the door there were two slavery officers and the School
President that came in. They talked for a few minutes and then looked at
me, but I did not worry because dad can fix anything. My name was called
and I was asked to come to the front. I did, a little unsure about this,
but when slavery officers speak you don't fight with them. I had seen what
happens.

I stood in front of the class and the School President read out an
enslavement order, it seems I have been enslaved because my fees are in
arrears. This is nonsense, they must just allow me to go home and I can get
the money. I have a big enough stash, we have been making money on the side
for years selling grass and sometimes harder drugs, but no one knows about
that.

I tried to explain that the account can be paid, but the School President
laughed and said that my father is now a slave in Scotland and that he was
caught dealing in drugs. I said I have some of my own money at home, I can
phone and get my slave to get it out for them. Again he laughed and said
there is no more home, and that everything has already been taken by the
state for taxes and as ill gotten gains. The only two assets left are me
and my brother, I then knew I was doomed. There is no use fighting as I
knew I would have to strip here and now.

This is so embarrassing, the worst thing possible. I can see the fags
smiling and I knew they wanted to see my cock. I had told them many times
that if they wanted to see it they had to suck it. My brother and I are
very well known around college, and there are many fags that have had an
accident when we have been near. It is a nice feeling when you hear a bone
break as you hit them. The worst thing about this is no matter how hard I
try I am getting a stiffy. I feel the pain of one of the slavery officer's
whips on my butt, and he reminds me to pay attention.

I hate the feeling of a collar being fitted and locked in place. I shook
and screamed when I felt the burning of a branding iron on my left butt
cheek. Damn, I never knew that those little hand held branding irons could
get so hot so quick. It is small and works on a little gas canister. I
cried and I am lucky I was able to hold my piss in because the last time I
had seen it done here, the guy had pissed all over the floor. He was then
made to get down on his hands and knees and lick it all up. I think I am
lucky that I did manage to get to the toilet during the break between
classes.

The slavery officers fitted me with a ball clincher, and to that they
clipped a lead. I now felt like I was no longer human, but an animal as I
was led out of the class. I looked towards my brother's class and saw that
the same had happened to him, I could see where his tears had run down his
cheeks. The brand on his ass looked very sore with white and red burn marks
and I knew mine must look the same.

We were both moved over to a slave holding rail and our leads were locked
to the rail. I was still stunned as I watched the slavery officers and the
School President walk away towards his office.


They were laughing and joking about how dad had been enslaved. They thought
it was very funny watching the whole thing televised on national TV. I
listened, hoping to hear that this was all a joke.


I heard them say that dad and the director of the CIA had been in court
where they had been enslaved, then they were taken to a machine for
castration. I could not believe what I was hearing. This is impossible, but
the way they described it I knew it was a variation of that machine that is
available to the state for castrations.

Kalum

Today started out great, I finally got the courage to admit to the person I
have been having feelings for, and that I really want to get to know him
and with some persuasion he agreed to go out with me. Then I found myself
enslaved. My whole world came crashing down and when I saw my brother was
also enslaved I knew that life as we know it was over. I love my brother
and tried hard to be like him, although I knew he must never find out that
I like guys. He would have made my life hell. I wonder what our life is
going to be like from now on and I only hope that we get a good master.

I asked my brother if he really believes what they are saying about dad and
he said that he was sure it is true because he remembers hearing about
Scotland having slaves now. He thought it was funny that they don't keep
their slaves naked all the time like we do here, but I suppose it is
because of the weather.

I know we are going to be fastened here all day, as I know what was done to
others who were enslaved. They were fucked and gave blow jobs to a lot of
the guys. I know we all treated them like shit. I only hope that they are
gentle, but in truth I know they are going to be rough. All the girls used
to say there is a new slave, go get your rocks off, so that I don't have to
worry for a few days and we thought nothing of doing that. People would
stand around telling you to fuck them harder and laugh. Now it is us and I
wish I could die now.

It was just as I expected, we went through hell between classes, but
thankfully there was not enough time for them all. I was so degraded and
the boy who I liked had made a point of demanding a blow-job from me. He
then went on to tell everyone that I am a good fag.

During the next class period I saw the school President coming towards us
with the slavery officers. I did not like the look of this and was crying
softly. He was not a happy man and I could see that he was very angry, but
he never spoke to us. He just instructed the slavery officers that we were
the two. It was then that I noticed that these two slavery officers were
not the same ones as before, and they in fact seemed to be nicer. We were
led out and fastened in the back of a slave transport van. Thankfully we
were allowed to use the restrooms first, they told us to be quick and
finish our business because we have a long way to go.

I thought all slavery vans had enclosed areas where slaves could not see
out, but between the front and the back there was no closed barrier, only a
sort of cage barrier. We could even hear music from the radio. The slavery
officers said we could talk quietly if we wanted to, but do it quietly. He
also made a point of saying how lucky we are. He told us if we need to go
again during the trip, that we must use the bottle supplied.


I looked at my brother and for the first time since this had happened, he
gave a little smile. I decided that before we go any further, I was going
to tell him about me. I told him and strangely his face did not show anger,
he just said that he knows, and that he has always known. He told me how
sorry he was for the way he had treated me. He said that he is very sorry
for allowing things to progress they way they had.


He thought that with dad being the way he was, and with dad's help, he had
set up that part time business. He said that dad had told him that we
needed to learn the business, so that we would be able to help him in the
business. He never wanted to go into that business. He said that his
actions against gays was to try and stop me from being gay, but he could
see how much I enjoyed the sex with our slave, and how much I hated sex
with the girls.

For a long time we sat and cried together and every now and then we would
look towards the front of the van to see where we were going and the more
we looked the more we realised we were heading towards Washington. The two
officers changed drivers every few hours, but they did not look at us, and
they did not talk to us. They however were not as cruel as the slavery
officers that we have come to know.



Ronald

As promised I took Luke with me to see Melvyn.  I did not know what was
going to happen, I did have a funny feeling that my family was going to
grow again and I know Melvyn wants Luke there to twist my arm, but the
thing is he does not need Luke. If possible I will always help children. I
have seen the changes that have happened with my slaves, and even the
outside slaves work hard and do their best for me.

I sat listening to what Melvyn had to say and he told us all about the
American VP. We already knew he was involved in drugs and then Melvyn told
us about the children. I saw Luke's face light up, but then I saw a frown
appear.

Luke told Melvyn that before he agrees to this he personally wants to speak
to the President. He felt he needed to discuss things with him first. The
little devil, I know he is up to something and I watched as Melvyn phoned
the US President. Once he had identified himself, he was put through.

Melvyn explained to the President that he had Luke here. Luke wanted to
speak to him about the slave VP's children, before he will let his daddy
agree to anything. I could hear laughter from the other side of Melvyn 's
desk. The President must have really thought this is funny.

Luke amazed me the way he spoke to the President, he was very respectful
and when he heard that the young children were already in a home waiting
for him to get there, he then stopped the President. He told the President
that he has heard that there are two older boys as well and that he wants
them all. The President told him that the two older brothers had already
been enslaved at their college and Luke was insistent. He said that the two
older brothers must also be allowed to come, and if he decides to keep them
as slaves, then they will be slaves here, but if he decided they are worth
saving then he wants to try. I watched in amazement how my lovely little
eight (almost nine) year old told the President of the United States what
he wanted. He would not give up, and he was very determined. Only when the
President agreed to do it for him, did Luke agree to the trip over. Luke
was overjoyed to hear that Airforce Two was standing by for his trip and we
were expected in two days time.


With that completed, Melvyn looked at me and said that I have a little boss
with me. He never thought that he would live long enough to hear someone
get the American President, to agree to do what he wants, especially
someone Luke's age.

Melvyn broke the news when he asked if my bank details were still the
same. I asked why and he told me that I have gotten another reward from
funds recovered from the drug cartel. He then went on to explain that not
all the funds came from drugs, and he then explained about the CIA slush
fund.


Melvyn supplied me with documents from the government regarding the tax on
the funds being transferred. I looked at the figures, but it did not sink
in until I read the amount in words. Melvyn was busy doing the
transfer. Luke seemed to get a little worried and I heard this little voice
asking me if I am okay and I nodded and smiled at Luke. I felt better when
he climbed on my lap. There is nothing like feeling the complete love and
trust of your child. Luke also looked at the paper in my hand and asked me
if it was a lot of money. I told him yes and I pointed to the words and
asked him if he knew those words. He tried saying the amount, but it came
out funny. I had to correct him. The amount was just over one billion
pounds. I told him that it was a lot of money and I asked Melvyn if this
was the correct amount. Melvyn told me the amount recovered was almost
seven billion dollars.


This totally destroyed my day, how was I going to cope with managing this
amount of money? Sure I have had money, there was always ample and we
managed what we have well. When we got the first reward it was great to
have that extra money as a cushion, but now that we have the second
reward. Our worries for the home are over. Now I have enough to have homes
like mine all over Scotland, but I don't want that.


Luke and I stopped at the bank. We had to get the funds working. The poor
bank manager, when he looked at the amount, his whole attitude to me
changed. Sure he had always been nice and polite, but now the poor fellow
was almost bowing and scraping. I explained that I needed some US dollars
for a trip that we are doing in two days time.


The manager being an aircraft fanatic asked if we knew that the US
President's aircraft was at the airport. Luke piped up and said, no that it
was not Airforce One, it is Airforce Two, and then the little tyke said
that we were going to use it for our trip to the United States. He was so
happy, and then he said that the President had personally invited him. I
saw the look on the manager's face and he did not believe my child. So I
said it is true, Luke and the President had a long chat this morning on the
phone and if he does not believe me he can phone Melvyn. The poor guy
looked stunned and he said that he would order the cash for me right away,
but he expected it would be available tomorrow. I told him that was totally
acceptable.

We of course had to stop by at TJ's office.  Luke was as always very happy
to see TJ. Luke explained about our trip, and said that he is looking
forward to meeting the President.  TJ shared with us what had happened on
the return from court. He said that the cardinal had cried and begged, but
like all men, he had cum and lost his balls. TJ said that he thought with
all the sex that had happened in their cells during the night that it would
take all day, but if anything it seemed to speed up the process. He now had
a very subdued group of slaves. Luke then asked to see the ex VP.

Luke

I know I did not need to tell this man anything, but I wanted him to know
that his children are safe. I am not sure about the two older boys. I still
have to see if they are going to be slaves or brothers, but I will not let
them hurt my family. He seemed very happy to know this and kept saying
thank you.  So I told him that at least he knows they will be happy and
safe and that my daddy will treat them as his.


I could not wait to get home and tell my brothers and sister that we were
going to have some new sisters and brothers. The only thing I am not happy
about is the two older boys are already slaves in America and they will
never be allowed to go back. Uncle Melvyn has said that I need not worry as
there will be new certificates issued for them with our surname. We have to
keep treating them as slaves until we leave America. The President was very
insistent, that during our stay those two would be slaves and they will not
be allowed to dress. They would have to remain inside our rooms and do all
the work of slaves, that meant that they could be punished if they did not
do their work correctly and behave as slaves. The President did say that I
can choose once they are home with me, if they are to remain slaves or
become brothers.