Date: Sat, 4 May 2013 12:09:32 +0100
From: keith farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave 165 chapter 7

This is my writing, I really could not get it posted for you to read
without all the work my editor puts in. Also without your emails I would
not know if I am doing a good job of writing this story. This is not the
normal type slave story. It is about having to find your way into a new
world were slavery has just started. no one really knows what they are
doing and everything is changing day by day.

Enjoy Keith

Slave 165 ch7


TJ

I really did not feel like getting up this morning, it was so nice and warm
next Alin, but I have to go out to do this pick up. When I got to the house
I met up with my watcher, I had decided that it would be better that I have
some of the local law enforcement guys with me and since I am using a
prisoner movement van there will be no need to call a transporter.  I also
have a few more pickups to do this morning before court.


I have told my watcher to go home and rest. I was worried that Darryll
would make a run for the England border, which I'm glad he did not. It is a
hell of a job to get them back and most times we are unsuccessful at
getting anyone back to stand trial.  I knocked loudly on the door, and
after a few minutes a light came on. I then heard someone asking for me to
identify myself, so I did, the two officers also identified themselves
before the door opened. I was looking at a most attractive mid thirties
woman. I explained that we needed to see Darryll and she led us through to
his room. As we walked in she switched on the light and moved to wake
Darryll up, but he was already almost awake. The moment he saw us I saw
fear in his face.

Darryll

Oh shit, what do they want?  I best get up; thank goodness I wore my
tracksuit to bed. These guys don't speak too much and all he said was I
needed to go with them now. I asked why, and was told that it is because of
a problem with Graeme. Damn, I hope he has not run away or something. I
said I will be glad to help them, I know all Graeme s favourite places.


I quickly pulled on my trainers, and asked if I may use the toilet quickly
before we go. The slavery officer seemed to be smiling as I said that, and
told me that it would be a good idea as I will not get a chance until much
later.  Five minutes later I was ready, I had washed my face at the same
time as doing my hands. I felt I still smelt okay after a quick sniff of my
underarms. I picked up my wallet and keys as I left the room.


It was strange there were two vehicles outside, we went towards the slave
authority van, and he opened the back door.  I noticed that it has a big
cage with plastic seats in it just like the police vehicles. I wonder why I
am not being allowed to ride up front; after all I am helping them. After I
sat down the authority officer said we have to belt you in for safety. I
thought he was joking, but he fitted me with a five way harness, like the
racing drivers have. I am surprised; I never knew that they had such good
safety harnesses in them.


These vans are normally used for prisoners and I see that this van can take
ten prisoners. Another thing I did notice was that this safety harness does
not have a button to release it but needs a key. My mum is watching this,
so I tell her not to worry, I am sure they only need my help at finding
Graeme and as she knows we were always best friends. It was then the
slavery officer said, no, and that they know where Graeme is, he is in
hospital.


I am going with them because I have a court appointment today for what I
did to Graeme. I started to fight; I wanted out, I have done no wrong. The
more I struggled the louder I got, they then strapped my arms down on the
armrests and strapped my legs to the seat legs. I shouted at them that they
had the wrong person and that I have done nothing that I am not allowed to
do to a slave. I am a free person.


The slave authority man was no longer listening to me. He reached over into
the front seat and when I saw what he had in his hand, it was a type of
gag, but the gag almost looked like a cock.  He shoved it in my mouth when
all I wanted to do was ask what he wanted to do with it. He strapped it in
place. I could not move my tongue. He told me to breathe through my nose. I
was very embarrassed as my mum had seen him shove a cock like gag in my
mouth. My face was red with shame.

TJ

I cannot believe it; this ass-hole thinks we need his help finding Graeme;
well I am going to play along. I waited for him to finish in the bathroom
and winked at the two police officers. They smiled back because they must
have realised that this idiot thinks he is helping us. I thought I would
have problems getting him in the back of the van, but I just guided him up
to one of the slave seats and suggested that I help him with the
harness. These are specially made for us; but the police will have them in
their new vans soon as well.


I then broke the news to him that he has to be in court for what he did to
Graeme. He went ballistic. Boy, am I glad that I was able to get him
strapped in before I told him. We struggled to fasten his hands and legs in
place, but the ass-hole thought that he could shout at me, but I have had
enough. The look in his eyes when he saw the cock shaped gag and as he
opened his mouth to speak; I did not give him a chance, I just rammed it
in.

After closing up the van I explained to his mother the real reason why I
was here and that Darryll would be in court at nine a.m. She told me that
she will have to see if she can get a solicitor for Darrell, but she felt
it was very short notice. I felt I needed to say something, but it was not
my place. I told her that it would be a simple hearing and Darryll would be
able to defend himself in court.


She said not to worry she will be there to help her son, because he is a
good boy and would never knowingly hurt anyone. She could not understand if
he had done something to Graeme, why he was being arrested, because Graeme
is a slave and is not subject to the laws for free people. I give up. I
told her that I am just doing my job and they must discuss it in court. I
gave her copies of all the documents she would need. I am sure she is going
to see a solicitor, but when he reads the charges, he is going to know she
is wasting his time.

Darryll

This is not right, Graeme is a slave anyway, so he has to obey me, and I am
allowed to use a slave in anyway because I am free man. I had read up on
all that shit on the internet and I know I am right.


Shit I need to pee again and with this gag in my mouth I cannot even ask to
pee. I am not going to go to court with wet clothes on and so I will just
have to hold it in now until we get to where we are going. We seem to be
going to another section of town and I wonder why we have stopped here,
this is not the police station.


Shit, here are another two guys and they are also being locked into seats.
They have been restrained with bars and straps before being brought in. I
am glad I wore my tracksuit to bed. These poor guys slept in the nude and
they did not allow them to dress. I see his father pushing some clothes
through the window, must be for them. I wonder what they did and I don't
know why they were not allowed to dress. I am glad that the van is warm for
them.


Their bodies are not bad and they look about my age, why are they not
gagged like me?  They seem to be crying. I wonder what they did.

We are at the court now. I hope we get something to eat, I'm starving. When
are they going to let us out of the van?  I hope that officer has gone to
get us something to eat. Hopefully, we can when we are taken inside. I hope
those two guys are going to be allowed to dress soon, because there are
quite a few people around now.

I'm on my way into court. I am now restrained just like those other two
are. I heard from the officer that they are the case after mine. I wish
they would remove this gag and I need to pee. They have not let me get near
a toilet and I have not had anything to eat or drink yet. I will tell the
magistrate.


I see the magistrate come in. I cannot even sit as I was told I have to
stand, still gagged. How am I to defend myself when I cannot talk? He
magistrate just looks at me. He asks why I needed to be gagged and the
officer said I swear too much, after warning me I would not keep quiet, so
he decided that it was best to gag me.


The magistrate just said "I see", he has asked me if this is my name, age,
date of birth and address.  He has it all there, so why does he need me to
answer. I just look at him. He tells me to indicate with my head if that is
correct. I nodded. He said that the record must show I had indicated that
my details were correct. I notice now that Ronald is here when the
magistrate speaks to him.


What is he asking all this for about Graeme? He knows Graeme is a
slave. Ronald is telling him that the doctors worked on Graeme for two
hours to repair the damage to his colon, whatever that is. He says that
Graeme is still in hospital until later today.  How did I hurt Graeme?  I
have loved Graeme all my life, well until he became a slave.


The magistrate is talking to me again. What was that he said? I am being
made a slave for life? Why? Now he is saying that as it was the same as
rape, they are going to castrate me. You can't cut my balls off, I will
die. Graeme is the slave, this is not fair.  They cannot do this, I am
standing here and now they are cutting my tracksuit off. They did not do
that to Graeme, why are they doing that to me?  I have to face the public
and my parents are here. Mum is crying and dad is holding her, she has not
seen me with nothing on for a long time.


I turn back to the magistrate, and I hope he was only joking. No, he says
not only are they going to cut off my balls, but they are also going to
brand me like an animal. They have decided it is a good idea to brand life
slaves now. Shit, I cannot stop the pee. I look at Ronald and I want to say
sorry to him. I can see he is not happy; I hope he tells Graeme I am
sorry. I will ask them to send him a message as soon as I can talk. I have
to follow the court officer now and I am not even given a chance to beg.

Ronald

I watched as Darryll was led away and I felt sorry for him, but it was out
of my control. I also feel sorry for his parents. I know nothing about his
family. The magistrate had just asked me about Graeme and how he was
doing. He has the doctor's report. I wanted to laugh when Darryll was
stripped, he looked so stunned. This court really has changed since last
week. Graeme was lucky, he was not stripped like that, and he was able to
undress himself.


Those guys were quick; it

is almost like they had been doing this all their lives. They just seemed
to slide their hands over Darryll and his clothes fell away. I notice they
have little cutters of some sort in their hands.  Damn Darryll has a big
thick cock. I should know I have seen a few in my life. He looks about ten
inches and at least five or six around, no wonder he tore up Graeme so
badly. I did not think he would get life at his age and when the magistrate
told him that he is going to be branded at the same time as he gets
castrated he seemed to melt and he pissed all over the floor. That will
teach him, I hope he will be sorry for the pain he has put Graeme through.


The magistrate tells me that Darryll is now also my slave. He hopes I am
going to use him to look after Graeme, until Graeme is well enough to carry
on. He then asks me if I would mind waiting until after the next case, then
have tea with him before collecting Darryll. I nod that I would do just
that.

The next case is called, it is two young men that seem to have a problem,
they were caught just before they could vandalise school property. They had
been charged and allowed to go home and now they had to face the court,
both the boys were led in naked. It seems they have been in front of this
court several times in the last year or two. I thought they were brothers
but they are best friends.

Well, I had heard from TJ that he collected two boys and he had been amused
when he went in to find them in bed together. He said the room stank of
teen boy spunk. I am glad I am not watching Darryll's processing. I don't
like the idea of branding, but TJ told me that they only do it on life
slaves that have been guilty of sex or violent crimes against people and as
Graeme got hurt, Darryll had to suffer the branding.


I asked him about the castration and was told that will be taken care of at
the same time. Lucky for Darryll he would be tranquillised for the
castration but not for the branding. They will also do a circumcision the
same as they did to Graeme.

I am thinking through everything and I suddenly realise that the magistrate
is asking for me, when the court clerk nudges me. I apologise, the
magistrate asks me if I am willing to take these two boys as term slaves. I
am confused, why would he want me to do that?  As I look at him, he says
with the home I am opening for gay boys, I am going to need more help to
look after all those children.


He feels these two will fit in with the group, so I look at the boys and I
notice tears have been running down their faces. Their cocks are about the
right size for their age, not fully developed. I ask the magistrate how
long the term will be. He tells me that as the normal was enslavement for
term slaves until the age of twenty three, if he gives them a term
enslavement it has to be no more than five years, so these boys will be
with me until they are twenty one.


I said that was satisfactory, if they do not learn they can be enslaved for
life at anytime.  The magistrate knew that I was trying to scare the
boys. I said to the magistrate that term slaves cannot be physically
marked, but I would prefer them to be circumcised, as I feel it is better
for hygiene, and also easier to know who the slaves are. I smiled at the
magistrate. He just looked at me and said "So Ordered" and then called a
recess.


I found out later that their first names were Thomas and Timaeus. Everybody
will call them Tim and Tom. They did not like the idea of being
circumcised, but it was going to happen, so I left while they were taken
for processing and I went to join the Magistrate.


We had tea and a little discussion. I mentioned what the three older boys
had decided to do to make things easier at the new home. I had received the
papers and the keys but with the last few hectic days. I had not done much
to make the place habitable. I hope to get that sorted this week. He asked
where I was going to put the three new slaves. I said that is not a
problem; they can all three share the spare bedroom.


He smiles and told me he knows what has been arranged for the one slave and
personally he approves. I did not really know what he was talking about
until he said that the punishment stated for that law is the only judgement
that he can hand down. He is however going to turn a blind eye to it, but
suggested that I keep copies of the court order and if I have any problems,
I must take immediate action, because I could be held liable if he does it
again.


I told the magistrate that I really don't know what has been arranged, but
if there is any need for something to be done; I would not waste time. We
also agreed that if there were other children that needed my type of home,
his secretary would call me. If there was to be any delay in getting in, I
must just let her know and the child would be held there until I can get
them in. He would also keep his eyes open for suitable slaves. He really
hated sending young people away for five years and knew that I would work
with them to get them back into society.

Darryll

I cannot believe this is happening. How can they do this?  I am going to be
worthless. The first chance I get I am going to kill myself; I cannot live
like this, without having balls. No I don't want to live. When they branded
me, I know it was just on my shoulder blade; I shat myself. This is so
painful.


The doctor then drew my blood, and gave me an injection, that seemed to
help the pain a little, but I could not move. I could feel everything he is
doing. I feel pain on my cock, and now I can feel his breathing on my cock
head and then the feeling of something being cut, the cutting seemed to go
on and on, but it was not very painful, just that I could feel what he is
doing.


My cock head feels funny. I can feel him moving my balls. Oh God, please
don't let him cut my balls off. I hope that it was just a warning like what
happened to Graeme. Graeme still has both his balls. Oh God, I can feel him
cutting and on both sides, Oh God, what am I going to do, I am now a
freak. I feel the stitching and they are covering my crotch up with
something. Why did this have to happen to me?

Tim

I knew we had to be in court today, that's why I stayed over with Tommy. We
were stupid, lucky we had not done anything when we were caught. Our
biggest problem was that we had the spray-paint cans with us when we were
caught. We never expected that we would get enslaved. This is something
new. I can't believe they came to collect us for court this morning and I
don't know why they did not allow us to dress.


I was still trying to wake up when they started strapping me into these
spreader bars and when I looked at Tommy he was already fastened, just like
me. Going to court naked was terrible, but then finding out that we are now
slaves for five years was bad as well. Thank goodness the person that we
are going to seems to be a nice person, but why did he insist on having us
circumcised. No one has that done any more.


I remember being taught at school that customisation was considered
barbaric and now even when we are freed people will know. When we got to
the preparation room, I could smell burnt meat. Tommy nodded towards
something and when I looked, it looked like one of those old branding irons
that they used on cattle, only smaller. God, I hope we don't get branded.


We can see what is being done to the slave before us and watched as the
doctor fitted something around his cock. I saw a tear run down his cheek as
I heard a clip sound, and then the doctor cut away the foreskin.  That must
hurt, and he is going to do the same to us. I hope I don't cry. I must try
and be strong for Tommy. I love Tommy and we want to be together forever. I
will do what I can to protect him. If we are to be punished, I will take
his punishments.

As we are watching I see the doctor working on that slave's balls. He has a
very big cock, much bigger than us. I look on in disbelief as I see the
doctor's hand, he has one of his balls and he has cut it off. I think I am
going to be sick and Tommy has gone white. As we look at each other I see
Tommy's eyes roll back and he starts to fall, but I am falling with him. I
feel the floor rushing up to me and when I open my eyes, we have been moved
onto benches.


The doctor looked at us and said, he is sorry, he should have made us sit
down, but he was busy and needed to finish that slave while he was on the
medication. My cock feels a little funny, when I look down at it, I can see
that there is one of those things on it. I look at Tommy and see his has
been done too. The doctor says that he does need to cut away the skin,
because when he did the first slave, he left the skin, but it started to
smell after a few days, so he thinks it is better to do that now.


He said that although I will feel him cutting there should not be any pain,
but we must say if there is and he will give us something to help. I asked
about the branding and the doctor said not to worry that is only for life
slaves. We will get a chip implant like all slaves. He warned us that even
when we are freed we will never be allowed out of Scotland, and I asked
what is going to happen to us now. He said not to worry.


Where we are going we will have to work hard, but our master is a fair
person.  This is the first time I have heard the word master. The doctor
said we must remember to always call the master, `Master' and anyone else
who is a free person, `Sir' or `Ma'am'.
 He also told us to remember never to go anywhere without the master's
permission, and that if we ever try to run away. When we are caught, we
will be slaves for life, and that means being branded and we would lose our
balls.


I decided right then that I was never going to allow that to happen to
either of us.  I think the worst for all three of us was that we no longer
had any body hair. I think the other slave had been done before we had
arrived there. We were done and allowed to shower off the hair remover
afterwards.  We had to be very careful not to let any of that goo get on
our cock heads; as the doctor had wrapped a bandage around our cocks, which
was removed as soon as we were rinsed off. I wanted to cry because it had
taken so long for me to get any hair down there, and I have only had them
for about a year.

Ronald

I think I will just check up on the slaves and see how long they are going
to be, so maybe I can get away to the hospital to check on Graeme. So I
walk down to the preparation room and the doctor is just talking to the two
boys. I asked and mentioned that I wanted to check up on Graeme.  The doc
said not to worry that he will look after my slaves until I get back.

A quick drive up to the hospital and I am amazed to see Graeme sitting up
in bed having jelly and ice cream. I asked him how he is feeling and he
told me much better, and that he cannot wait to get home. I decided to ask
the nurse, so that I would know how long he is going to be in, and she said
that he can leave any time, but will need a bit of bed rest.



I said that I would make the arrangements and get him something to wear for
going home. Would it be okay if I collect him in a couple of hours?  I then
went back to Graeme's ward and told him that I would be back in a couple of
hours to collect him; I will stop at the flat and get his tracksuit. He
smiled at me and I could tell that he trusts me. I will tell him later what
happened to Darryll and I think he will be surprised when he sees what
happened to Darryll.

I went back to collect the three slaves and while there, the doc told me
that Darryll had a lump on the testicle that he removed, he also cut a
piece out of each side to make Darryll's ball bag smaller. He is not going
to know he still has one ball for a couple of days.


Doc also told me that he was mumbling something about wanting to kill
himself and he advised that I keep an eye on him. He also gave me some meds
for him that will help keep him calm, and they will also allow him to
sleep. The two younger slaves were able to walk to the car, but Darryll had
to go in a wheel chair. Doc told the two slaves that they will have to help
get Darryll into the flat and that one of them must be with him all the
time.

When I got us all to the flat, I told all three slaves to stay in the
second bedroom, and only to come out if they needed the toilet, or to get
water.  I suggested a sandwich for each of them.  I got bread out with
margarine and jam and suggest that they make two slices of bread with
margarine and jam for each of them and a bottle of water each. I warned
them that I did not want trouble.


They are not to go into any other room until we have had a talk. The doors
to the living room and my bedroom were closed. I also switched on the
recording system, so that I could see what they did and most importantly
hear what they have said.

I went directly to Graeme's ward and helped him get into his tracksuit. It
was slightly funny because he was wearing a diaper. There was also a big
bag of diapers, diaper cream and wipes. Graeme was very embarrassed about
that, but it really did not worry me. He needed them.


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