Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 11:09:29 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Future Chapter 7

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                              Chapter 7 - New Legislation


Johnnie and Michael had amazing sex so the scene was set for a fantastic
threesome. That was going to have to wait though. Bridger called the next
day to talk to Tyler.

"Ty, you finish school next week for the holidays don't you?"

"Yes, hooray."

"And the last week after end of term exams you do very little right."

"Yeah."

"Well if your parents will sanction it my Dad wants us in Washington for a
week at least. He is going to push this slave thing Ty and he wants us to
work out of his offices. He has an agenda and we are going to lead it. How
about that?"

"Oh wow Bridger that is awesome. Hang on."

"Mum, Dad, can I go to Washington with Bridger next week to work with the
V.P." Tyler shouted.

"Let's talk about it son."

"I'll call you back Bridger."

Tyler hung up and ran into the lounge gushing out the details.

"Slow down Son."

Mr. Moore was pleased for Tyler but wanted to know more.

"Ok, you are going to be working out of the V.Ps.  Office on his agenda for
slavery. You will be with Bridger and it should last no more than a couple
of weeks. Is that correct?"

"Yes Dad."

"Ok. I want to talk to Bridger and his Father."

Tyler listened to the conversation his Father had with the V.P. He was
beaming when his Father returned to the lounge.

"Little boys should not listen in on their parents conversations. You will
be leaving on a presidential jet for Washington in the morning. You had
better go and pack some decent clothes."

Tyler threw himself into his Father's arms.

"Thank you Dad, you're the best.  Will you look after Michael while I am
gone?"

"Of course we will."


Washington was awesome. The two boys were accommodated in a government
apartment and allocated a chauffeured limo.

Sunday was for sightseeing, Monday they would start work.

Lounging in the apartment Saturday afternoon Bridger said,

"Ty, when I made love to you after you got your freedom I said that would
be it, but I never envisaged this scenario."

"Bridger, I didn't either. Not in my wildest dreams."

"Well, change of circumstances, change of plans. While we are in
Washington, I want you to be my slave, but only when we are alone. When we
are working I want equal input from you ok."

"Ok Bridger. I told you I would be your slave whenever you wanted me and
that hasn't changed."

"Good. Whenever we are here then I want you naked and in slave standing
position in front of me unless I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Master." Was Tyler's reply as he stripped and stood naked in front of
Bridger, head bowed.

"That is very good Ty. Let's go and unpack. Dad says we should wear suits,
and button down collars with our ties for the office. Have you got any?"

"Yes Master, but they will probably require a light iron because of
travelling creases."

"Good thinking Tyler. I will give you mine and you can set to and iron
them.  When you are finished, we will talk about our agenda. Dad filled me
in on Friday."

"Yes master."

"I like that Ty, you haven't forgotten. I hope you won't because if you
misbehave I shall not hesitate to punish you."

"No Master, I will be on my best behaviour."

His slave training had come in useful at last. A little under an hour later
Tyler was in slave standing position in front of Bridger.

"Master, I am all unpacked and you have six ready to wear shirts in your
wardrobe."

"Well done Tyler. Will you check my shoes are clean and my suits don't have
any creases either."

"I already have done Master when I hung your shirts."

"Wow Tyler you really were well trained weren't you?"

"I hope so Master, I don't want you to punish me for being bad."

"Ty, drop the slave bit for now. Sit down and tell me everything that
happened to you from the moment you were convicted to the day you were
released from slavery."

Bridger was amazed at the amount of caning Ty had taken before he
succumbed.  It sounded so vicious, but of course by the time slaves were
sold they were totally subservient. He blanched when Tyler told him about
his first beating from Joe and the nasty attacks on him by his own
brother. The worst was the terror he felt when Joe threatened to cut off
his penis and castrate him as well as cut his vocal chords.

"I learnt a lot about myself those few months Bridger and some of it was
good. I know I was an arrogant little shit, now I am popular and that is
much better. I had no idea about my sexuality but now I am a happy and
confident gay. I didn't know how erotic mild punishment could be or how
fantastic it was to be spit roasted by two guys that loved what they were
doing to you and you to them. I had no idea group sex could be so much fun.
Without it I would probably never have found Johnnie or bought Michael. I
wouldn't have you as a friend and I wouldn't be given the chance at
seventeen to influence United States legislation.  Now you know why you
will never ask me to do something and have me refuse.  Nothing, ever."

"If I beat you now and do so every day we are here are you telling me you
would keep on obeying me?"

"Yes, you have no idea what you saved me from. Try to envisage being raped
and beaten by your own brother every day and being taken to a vet to have
your cock and balls removed and your vocal chords severed. To be paraded in
front of your peers for sex and humiliation.  Try to imagine what you would
feel like if a girl in your class was allowed to fist fuck you in front of
fifty of your old friends."

"Ok, Ty, enough. I get the picture. Now, I have recorded all of that."
Bridger said sliding a recorder out from under the coffee table, "let me
check it."

The recording was perfect.

"When we have formulated our proposals for legislation I want to
incorporate this into our presentation. Do you mind Ty?"

"Hell Bridger, what about my admission on the sex front?"

"I know that is very provocative but I also think it adds incredible weight
to the interview.  I really think it will do more good than harm."

"Ok, you're the boss if your Dad agrees we can include it."

"Good, now back to slave status. Fetch me a soda Ty with ice and lemon."

"Yes Master."

As he put the glass down Tyler tilted it slightly spilling some on the
table.

"Oh shit, sorry Master, I'll get a cloth."

Tyler mopped it up saying, "I'm out of practice I guess. I'll get better
over the two weeks."

"I hope so otherwise you will be spending a lot of time standing with a
sore bottom. A short lesson now I think. Over my knees."

Tyler was shocked but did as he was told. Bridger made him spread his legs
and positioned him so that his cock was pressing up against Bridger's
trouser clad thigh.  The soft stroking of his buttocks followed by the same
hand sliding down his crack and worrying his pinky before moving through to
caress his balls had Tyler rock hard.

"Ty you have the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen. I hope you won't
make me bruise it this next two weeks."

"I hope so too Master, I would much sooner you continue caressing it rather
than beat it."

"Mmm, that isn't going to happen."

With that comment, Bridger delivered a hard blow to Tyler's right cheek
followed immediately by another one equally as hard to the left cheek. The
sudden pain made Tyler gasp and immediately burst into tears. The pain was
so acute, he had forgotten how much a bare hand could hurt. Two more to
each cheek were enough for Tyler to start screaming.

"Please Master I beg you, don't hurt me anymore. I promise I'll be good. I
will be better but please don't hurt me."

When Bridger let him stand up he was sobbing uncontrollably and looking
down at the floor.

"What do you have to say for yourself slave?"

"I'm sorry Master, I will try so hard not to do anything to upset you
again."

"Good, now take my soda away and freshen it up."

Tyler was shaking so badly he spilt the whole soda trying to pick it up
through his tears.  He looked aghast at his clumsiness. Fell to the floor
and curled up in a ball screaming.

"Please Master, I'm sorry, oh God I'm sorry, please don't hurt me any more.
Oh God please don't beat me. I'll be good, I promise I'll be good."

Bridger was shocked and knelt down beside Tyler to comfort him, but before
he could say anything Tyler scooted across the floor and cringing under a
table squashed himself hard against the wall and continued to scream.

"Please don't hurt me Master I beg you don't beat me again. I promise I'll
be good."

Bridger didn't know what to do to get at Tyler to comfort him. In the end,
he sat down and shouted.

"Slave standing, now."

Tyler shot out from under the table and stood cowering in front of Bridger
tears streaming down his face from the gut wrenching sobs coming from him.

Bridger was so shocked he still was unsure what to do. In the end he picked
Tyler up in his arms carried him to his bed and lay with him for over an
hour apologising and trying to calm him down.

After showering and Bridger dressing Tyler's bottom with salve they
returned to the lounge.  Tyler looked hunted.

"I am sorry Ty, I had no idea you would react like that. Please forgive
me."

Tyler replied, "Yes Master." He would not look at Bridger and he stood out
of arms reach of him in slave standing position.

"You can sit down Ty, it's ok."

Tyler replied, "Yes Master." And got down on the floor on his knees, but
Bridger could see that he kept his bottom clear of his legs.

"Would you be more comfortable lying on your tummy on the sofa Ty?"

"I'm fine Master thank you."

Bridger was beside himself by late evening. Tyler would not open up to him
again. In fact, he behaved like the perfect slave, perfect answers and
perfect subservience.  In the end he gave up, he didn't know what to do.

"I'm going out for dinner." was his parting shot as he went to his bedroom
to dress and then left the apartment.

When he returned he switched on the lounge lights and was shocked beyond
belief. Tyler was kneeling in exactly the same position he had been in
three hours previous.  On his knees, back straight, buttocks not touching
his legs, hands grasped behind his back and head lowered.

"Have you been there all the time I have been out Tyler?"

"Yes Master."

"Why?"

"You gave me no permission to move Master. Please Master, I have not
moved."

"Tyler, look at me."

Tyler lifted his head and Bridger sagged with relief.

"You Bastard Bridger. I hope you have squirmed these last few hours. You
really hurt me with that spanking. I had forgotten how much a hand can
hurt, particularly from someone as strong as you are.If you want to do it
again know that I will not complain but I will forever behave like a slave
in your presence and you will lose my respect.  I am happy to be your slave
but I really could do without the sadist in you showing."

"Ty, what I have done to you is unforgivable. I'm sorry."

"It's ok Bridger. You could kill me if you wanted to."

"Shhh, don't say that. I will put some more salve on your bottom and then
you ought to eat.  What would you like?"

"A big slice of Bridger Cock would be very nice and then perhaps an
omelette. I can make it if you don't cook."

"Oh Ty, I think I love you. Please don't be nice to me. You will turn my
world upside down."

"Sorry Bridger, but I really would like to give you a blowjob. And I do
like you to spank me but please, not so hard next time, I really did freak
at what you did. It was only while you were out that I calmed down enough
to think clearly."

He sniggered but winced as well. His bottom did hurt.

"Ok, you've got it. Undress me slave and give me the best blowjob you can."

Two naked young men had a quick but enjoyable session before Tyler made his
omelette. They fell into bed together afterwards with Tyler spooned into
Bridger.

Bridger lay awake for ages cuddling Tyler and wondering where his life was
going. He wasn't gay but he guessed he must be bi, at least where Tyler was
concerned. He fell a little bit more in love each time he saw him. He had
to be strong, he would be strong, but not until after this two weeks. He
would make love to Tyler every opportunity he got until they returned home
and then drop it. With that thought, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning Bridger received another wonderful blowjob, which he
reciprocated for the first time.  After breakfast, they used their
limousine to do the tourist thing around Washington. Mid afternoon, they
returned to the apartment and dismissed their chauffeur for the day. As
soon as they entered, Tyler stripped and stood in front of Bridger in slave
standing position.

"Very good slave, now undress me as well."

Tyler stripped him very erotically so that Bridger was rock hard by the
time his boxers were off. The only mistake Tyler made was to leave
Bridger's clothes scattered around the lounge.

"That is not good enough slave. You need some more punishment I can see,
you just don't appear to be cutting it in your new role. Put my clothes
away neatly and then join me in the slave quarters."

Like all modern apartments, this one had slave sleeping quarters and a
punishment room.  Bridger explored it and its equipment while Tyler looked
after his clothes.  When he arrived in the room he looked round
apprehensively.

"I think we should be able to convince you in here that you need to sharpen
up slave.

"Yes Master, I am sorry, I promise I will try harder to be a good slave."

"Oh I'm sure you will. Prostrate yourself over the whipping bench while I
select a suitable chastiser. "

Bridger secured Tyler's legs and arms before running his hands along the
line of whips and canes.

Ty watched him with more than a little fear at his possible fate, wondering
if Bridger had forgotten his promise of the previous day.

"I can't make up my mind whether you should have ten with a whip, twenty
with a cane or fifty with a paddle. I wonder which would have a lasting
effect on your behaviour."

He looked at Tyler to see the effect of his words and laughed when he saw
the look of shock on his face.

"Of course I could just spank you gently until you are very hard and then
place you on the examination table with your legs in the stirrups and fuck
you gently for as long as I can."

"Oh yes please Master, I know that would be the most effective punishment I
could possibly receive. In fact, I know I would make at least four or five
mistakes every day given the opportunity."

They both laughed and Bridger said,

"Tyler Moore, you are a fuck slut."

"I know, isn't it nice."

Bridger stroked Tyler's buttocks, marvelling at the softness of the
skin. He ran a finger down his crack brushing softly over his rosebud and
past it to his perineum and eventually his balls, caressing them and
feeling the hardness of his cock as it came to full erection.

Tyler was in heaven, making little mewling sounds as Bridger excited him
more and more.  Suddenly he jumped, Bridger had smacked his cheeks. Not
hard but it was a shock. For another few minutes, Bridger played with Tyler
while he once again relaxed before giving him another smack. Tyler was
beginning to lose it. This was so erotic, his bottom was tingling making
every touch to it an almost orgasmic experience. Bridger kept this
treatment up for nearly an hour. Tyler was dripping pre-cum on the floor in
an almost continuous stream and was quietly crying with the pleasure his
body was experiencing.

Bridger unshackled him eventually and led him to the table where he placed
Tyler's feet into the stirrups and adjusted them so that his legs were
spread wide and pulled back to allow Bridger unimpeded access to Tyler's
arse.  He then did something he never imagined possible. He started to rim
Tyler, working his tongue all round the entrance to Tyler's love tunnel
eventually spreading him with his hands and pushing his tongue
inside. Tyler's orgasm was so intense he screamed, sperm gushed from his
cock in several high-pressure spurts landing in his hair and on his face.
Bridger was merciless though in his pleasuring.  Using plenty of lube, he
started to open Tyler up with his fingers not stopping until he had four
rotating in him. Both boys were gasping by the time Bridger eased his cock
head over Tyler's sphincter and in one continuous movement buried himself
to his pubic hair inside him.  He didn't believe himself capable of fucking
Tyler for very long without an orgasm but with very long slow strokes it
was almost forty minute before he eventually succumbed and filled Tyler's
ass with more cum than he thought he had ever produced. Tyler was crying
and cumming almost continuously for the last ten minutes and slumped barely
conscious when Bridger's orgasm eventually filled him with sperm. Both boys
were exhausted and took a long time to gather themselves and move back to a
bathroom for showers.

"Oh Master, I have never in my life orgasmed so intensely. That was
incredible."

"I haven't either Ty, I love you little man, what are you doing to me?"

Tyler laughed. "I don't know but it feels wonderful to me."

They fell onto a bed and slept for a while before getting ready to go out
to dinner.

Bridger was more confused about his sexuality than he had ever been. Tyler
was unbelievable to make love to. No woman had ever come close to
satisfying him the way Tyler did. No woman could get close to Tyler for a
blowjob and his ass was like silk and so tight, even the few virgins he had
screwed felt slacker than Ty, and his muscle control was awesome driving
Bridger crazy.  Intellectually he was a match despite being two years
younger, on the sports field he was awesome. Personality wise he was like a
magnet for people, everybody loved to be with him. Jocks were not
intimidated by the fact that he was gay. No one cared, they just loved the
guy that had emerged from slavery with no apparent scars and no resentment
towards the people who had abused him.  Even the classmate who had
suggested removing his cock was welcomed into the Tyler admiration society
but ignored by everybody else.

On their return, Tyler immediately stripped again and assumed the position.
Bridger just looked at him for ages until Tyler spoke.

"Have I displeased you Master? I'm sorry if I have."

"No you haven't Ty but I'm wondering if I should beat you and keep beating
you until you hate me."

"I don't understand Master why would you want to do that?"

"Because I'm falling in love with you and making love to you is awesome. I
don't want to love you Ty my life is mapped out for me. I told you that
once before. I need to stay away from you, you upset my equilibrium."

"Please Master, I love what you do to me and I respect and revere you more
than anyone other than my Father. Please don't try to make me hate you."

"Go to bed Tyler, in your room. I need to think and I can't do that clearly
if you are snuggled up to me naked."

"Yes Master, Goodnight."

"Ty, come here."

Bridger stood up, took Tyler in his arms and kissed him passionately. Tyler
could feel the erection rising up in Bridger's trousers and his own already
uncovered cock joining it.  When they were both hard Bridger knelt and
kissed the end of Tyler's cock before standing and saying,

"Go, go to bed before I rape you. I will see you for breakfast at 7.30."

Tyler went and used his hand to gain satisfaction from his hard penis.
Bridger did the same thinking of Tyler. His sleep was very disturbed.

After breakfast the next morning, their chauffeur handed Bridger a note
from his Father.

Dear Son, Your driver will take you to a slave-training centre first
thing. You are to remain with the senior trainer for the morning before
joining me for lunch. The training you will see is of a middle-aged man who
was a senior executive of a private company. He accidentally killed a
teenage boy who was rude to his wife. The charge was Manslaughter the
punishment slavery for life. Unusually he was sold before slave training
began, to a twenty year old computer whiz kid who wants an older sex
slave. His training is only scheduled to last one day so you will see slave
training in a very condensed form. You will also see part of the training
of another new slave who is Tyler's age. He carried out a very inept armed
robbery and was apprehended at the scene. He will undergo basic sex
training in the same way Tyler did because he has not yet been sold so the
centre does not know in what role he will be fully trained.

Knowing Tyler's past and Michael's you may want to send Tyler to me before
witnessing the last bit of your slave day. An owner is having his sex slave
castrated and his penis surgically removed. I am totally against an act so
vile but at present no law forbids it.

Love You.  Dad

"This could be very disturbing for you Tyler, particularly the young
ones. I can send you on to the office if you want to miss it."

"No I need to watch it to get an objective picture."

They were met by the senior trainer who took them straight through to a
slave training room.  The other occupants of the room were a slave master
with his canes and whip, a man about fifty years old, naked and displaying
a very buffed body and two young men who looked as though they were slaves
as well.

"We are about to start his sex training. We have no time for basics so he
is being thrown in at the deep end so to speak"

The slave master started.

"Alright boy, play with yourself until you have a hard on."

The man just looked at him in disgust and said, "I don't do that kind of
thing."

A whip snaked out and made him scream.

"Yes Sir yes was the correct reply. Now play with yourself."

The man said nothing but did get hold of his cock. The whip snapped again
and the man screamed.

"You reply, `yes Sir yes', do you understand?"

"Yes Sir yes." Was the strangled reply.

The resulting erection was very impressive.

"Now turn round boy, spread your legs wide and bend over. Use your hands to
spread your arse cheeks as wide as you can and then remain still whatever
happens."

The man just stood there looking at the two young slaves until the whip
once again snaked out catching him at the top of the legs. He screamed
again but did as he was told.

One of the boys moved forward and started to stroke the man's bottom, he
naturally jumped.  The slave master was on him in a trice forcing him over
a whipping bench and restraining him.

"You don't learn boy do you. Perhaps this will help."

He received ten vicious lashes with a cane. Each one elicited blood
curdling screams.  The result however was exactly what the trainer
wanted. The boy finger fucked the man with no more problems. Restrained on
his back with legs in the air and widely spread the man was then
systematically fucked with dildos increasing in size as he got used to each
one. The two slave boys fucked him at intervals once the size of dildo was
right.

Bridger and Tyler were incredibly turned on before they were led into the
next room where the youngster was starting his training.  It started
exactly the same as Tyler's had and the boy was very quickly pleading with
the trainer. After his second set of ten Tyler asked the trainer if he
could speak to the boy.

"Yes Sir, anything you want."

Tyler faced the boy and made him make eye contact.

"Please listen to me. When I underwent this training, I was as defiant as
you are. The caning gets worse the more you take. The last ones I received
were painful beyond belief and I was so terrified of the next one I should
have got that I shit myself and pissed myself as well. That is more
humiliating than letting someone push a few fingers into your ass, or even
their cock. You will not win here. The trainer can strip the skin from your
body if he wants. Be co-operative, in the end you will be much happier and
pain free than you will if you keep fighting the system."

"You aren't a slave that is bullshit."

"I was wrongly convicted and freed after a few months but I swear I went
through this. I have to watch your training because of a job I have to do
for the government, please don't make me watch you receive any more
punishment."

The boy saw only truth and compassion in Tyler's eyes and he cried gently
as he asked Tyler if he could be the first one to finger him and fuck him.

Tyler was shocked but asked the trainer.

"Yes Sir if you know what is required."

"Oh yes I know what is required, you just need to tell me what you want me
to do if anything after I have opened him up with my fingers."

"Very well Sir"

Tyler talked softly to the boy as he lubed his fingers and slowly adding
more to the first one, finger fucked the youngster until he had all five
moving in and out of him.

"That is very good Sir. I use a slave for the next bit because the boy is
going to suck cock."

The boy looked at Tyler and said, "Please Sir, let it be you."

Tyler said he would do it and was told he would have to strip. Blushing
furiously he did and the boy very ineptly sucked him. Once Tyler was erect
the trainer said,

"Thank you Sir, but with all due respect I don't think the boy will want
you to do the next thing which is to fuck him. We usually use someone a lot
smaller than you to start with."

"Please Sir, I know you will be gentle with me."

So Tyler fucked him. He screamed to start with but Ty was so gentle with
him he soon settled down and Tyler had a wonderful orgasm even though he
was still embarrassed.

"Well done Sir, I am amazed you would do that in front of others."

"When I was a slave I had fifty boys and girls watch about a dozen boys
fuck my face and arse in one session so this doesn't faze me."

The trainer was open mouthed and looked at Bridger for confirmation.

"Tyler was wrongly convicted and spent several months with an owner that
made him suffer incredible humiliation in front of many of his school
friends and girls from his own class in school.  My Father and the Attorney
General persuaded the President to pardon him and now he is working on
revision of slave legislation with my Father and I."

"Christ, you're Tyler Moore. Well done son you are famous here in
Washington."

The other boy fell to his knees in front of Tyler and kissed his hand.

"Thank you Sir, I feel honoured that you helped my training. I will try to
be a good slave even though I wasn't a good person."

"Ty, we are supposed to watch a young slave lose his penis and balls. You
may want to give that a miss."

"No Bridger, I may throw up or break down but I have to see it and the
result for the boy."

Just looking at the boy on the operating table shocked Tyler. He was only a
little older than himself and very beautiful. His owner was with him
talking to the Vet when Ty and Bridger were called in to listen.

"I am having his penis and balls removed because they just get in the way
when my friends are fucking him. I want it done under local anaesthetic so
that he knows immediately what has happened. That way I should be able to
use him again much more quickly."

An overhead mirror had been rigged so that the boy could see.

Having received the local anaesthetic and been suitably restrained the Vet
removed cock and scrotum in one very swift movement. He quickly inserted a
tube to keep the piss tube open and sealed the wound. The boy started to
scream and didn't stop until the Vet put him under with an injection.

"He will probably do that again so I think you had better sever his vocal
chords as well."

Tyler threw up violently spraying his vomit over the owner and the
vet. When he could speak he looked at the two men and said.

"That is the most vile and disgusting act I have ever seen in my life. I
hope both of you rot in hell. I pray that boy will murder both of you
because you have ruined what life he had."

Tyler ran from the room crying his eyes out. Bridger found him in the
restroom sobbing and took him in his arms to comfort him.

"Oh God Bridger that was awful.That poor boy, his life is ruined, even a
slave deserves better treatment than that."

The two men were shocked at Tyler's outburst and were about to make a lot
of trouble for Ty when the slave master whispered to them that Tyler was
under the protection of the Vice President.

No further action was taken and the boy retained his vocal chords.

The boys returned to the first training room in time to hear the middle
aged slave squeal with pleasure as he was fucked to orgasm by one of the
young slaves.

"Sounds like he may be well on the way to realising the delights of gay sex
Ty, I guess it is time for us to move. By the way watching you screw that
new slave was awesome, you fuck as well as you take it."

"Thank you kind Sir."  Tyler said curtsying for Bridger and both boys
climbed into the limo for the next part of their day, very subdued after
watching the castration.

After lunch, Tyler and Bridger set to on the task that had brought them to
Washington.

"Dad thinks for the first couple of days we should independently write down
the reforms we think should be put in place.  You will obviously have a
different slant on things to me Ty because you have experienced slavery
from the front end. When we are satisfied with our individual notations, we
get together and come up with a joint declaration of our recommendations
for the committee.  Dad thinks I will finish way before you so I have been
boned off to contact all the members of the Senate committee and win them
over."

The next four days went entirely to that plan.

Every night Bridger made love to Tyler falling deeper and deeper in love
with him. On the Thursday Bridger bumped into an old friend who had moved
to Washington with his family the last year of High School. Tyler vaguely
remembered him but two years had changed them all quite dramatically.

"Hey Bridger, what a coincidence seeing you here with Tyler."

"What do you mean coincidence Chad?"

"I don't want to tell you, but if you can come up to the house I can show
you. In fact, why not come to dinner. You can both shower if you want to
but it will still mean putting on your day clothes."

"I have a better idea. Why don't you come with us and we will shower at our
apartment and we can go on to your home after."

They did and Tyler, now casually dressed with his hair freshly brushed
looked amazing.

At Chad's house, his parents were impressed when they heard what Bridger
and Tyler were doing in Washington. One of the slaves appeared very
agitated listening to the conversation.

"Come here Beast." Chad said when he saw this.

The slave walked over to stand beside Chad and Tyler gasped.

"Tab." Was all he managed to gasp.

"No Tyler, remember what Joe told this slave when he was a free man. Slaves
don't have Brothers and Sisters or Mothers and Fathers. "

Bridger said it softly feeling Tyler's anguish at seeing his brother.

"That's correct Tyler, this is Beast, we call him that because he was such
a nasty creature when we first bought him. You behave yourself now don't
you Beast?"

"Yes Master."

"Do you recognise the young man sat over there?" Chad said pointing at
Tyler.

"Yes Master."

"Good. Do you have anything you would like to say to him?"

"Yes Master, I am sorry Sir that I beat you and raped you when you were a
slave, it was unworthy of me. Please forgive me."

"Oh Tab, I am so sorry to see you like this."

"If what I hear is correct Tyler, this slave would be freed very quickly
with your recommendation on the reform of slave legislation."

"Yes Sir, he would. To keep him in slavery for life because he hit a bad
patch is awful. He committed no crime to justify this punishment."

"What about the way he treated you and what he would have encouraged Joe to
do to your genitalia Tyler?"

"I don't know Bridger, but this is wrong."

"I agree with you Tyler, once Beast learnt to behave himself the punishment
ceased. How long is it since you were last beaten Beast?"

"Several months ago Master."

"Do you think we should allow Mr. Tyler to beat you as retribution for what
you did to him?"

"Yes Master."

"No Tab no. Please don't ask me to beat my own brother Mr. Carlisle."

Tyler started to cry and Tab realised how beautiful his Brother's nature
had become.

"I won't Tyler even though from the stories I have heard you would be well
justified in wanting to strip the skin from his hide."

When they returned to the apartment Tyler fell into Bridger's arms crying.

"That was awful Bridger, seeing my own brother as a slave."

"It's alright boy, more incentive for us to get this legislation through."


Five days into their work, the Deputy Chairman of the committee looking at
the slave question sat down to lunch with the boys and listened to their
ideas for slave reform. He was a young progressive senator from Michigan
named Tom Southern.

"You boys are being very ambitious with your reforms aren't you?" was Tom's
opening question.

"Yes Sir, but we feel we have to be. We are only likely to get one bite of
this cherry. Don't forget Sir we are only two school and college boys. Your
committee is made up of Senators who have had years of legislative
experience.  If we go in hard now, hopefully a large percentage of what we
hope for will actually happen."

Tyler took a deep breath after that statement. He had opened up his
thinking in just a couple of sentences and wondered if he might have blown
it.

"Tyler, please call me Tom. I like you boy. You have guts, conviction and
you have put your ideas across succinctly. Your last statement shows a good
thrusting attitude to getting what you want.  Bridger I understand you are
working directly with your Father this afternoon.  Can I borrow Tyler for a
couple of hours? I think if he plays his cards right he may well come back
to you with a lot of support in the bag from my committee."

"Of course Sir, no problem with me. Tyler and I will catch up this evening
on any thing he misses this afternoon."


Tyler left with the Senator after lunch and was surprised to find himself
in a private apartment rather than Tom's office.

"You know how much power I carry in this committee Tyler don't you?"

Tyler looked shyly at Tom and replied.

"Yes Sir. The Vice President told us that if we carry you with our ideas we
almost certainly get some major reforming legislation on the statute books
very quickly. If we don't carry you, we are almost certainly dead in the
water.  Please Tom, it is so important we succeed.  There are so many
slaves out there being dehumanised, beaten, mutilated and even killed.
Help us bring some sanity to the slave programme."

"You are committed Tyler for such a young man aren't you?"

"So would you be Tom if you had seen slavery from the other side. I spent a
lot of time terrified."

"I understand you also spent a lot of time enjoying really good sex."

Tyler blushed deeply and looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"Bridger played me the tape you recorded that he has asked me to allow into
your presentation."


"Oh, I see Sir."

"What would you do to guarantee success Tyler?"

"Just about anything Tom. In fact anything."

"How about becoming a slave again to guarantee better conditions for all
slaves and term slavery for the lesser offences."

Tyler looked shocked and teared up at the thought of being a proper slave
again. However, he looked Tom straight in the eyes and said very quietly.

"If that is the only way Bridger and I can win Sir, I'll even do that."

"That terrifies you Tyler doesn't it?"

"Yes Sir, absolutely."

"I have a proposal for you then. For the next two hours, you revert to
slave status for me, here in this apartment. If your behaviour as a slave
is impeccable, I will lend your reforms my unequivocal support. What do you
say?"

"You promise."

"I promise."

"In that case my answer is yes. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you naked, slave standing, now, and I want you to call me Master
until you leave this apartment."

"Yes Master," Tyler replied and was naked in a minute, his suit and other
clothes neatly folded over a chair.

Tom Southern thought he had died and gone to heaven at the site of this
beautiful Boy/Man.

"Slave Inspect."

Tyler spread his legs wide and grasped his hands behind his head. Tom
started to feel him all over. Slowly caressing his chest and rubbing gently
over Ty's stiffening nipples, he tweaked them before moving lower, his
caress continuing across Tyler's hard belly to brush the small clump of
pubic hair.  He used his other hand to stroke a beautiful and very cute
butt and a steadily lengthening monster at the front. The testicles were
next and then the inside of the thighs. Ty was gasping, Tom's hands were
like nothing he had ever felt before, very soft and gentle.

"Do you like that Tyler?"

"Yes Master. It is very sensual."

"Good, do you like sucking cock as well?"

"Yes Master."

"Good, how about this one."

At that moment, another boy came into Tyler's line of sight.  He was
probably just over six feet tall. Amazing muscle development without being
over the top. A fabulous all over tan from the top of his jet-black hair to
the tip of his toes. In between was the largest cock Tyler had ever
seen. It wasn't so much the length, which was more than impressive, it was
the girth. Tyler guessed the whole package to be about fifteen by nine.

The boy was as hard as a rod of iron, he was also incredibly good looking.
Tyler looked at him and smiled.

"This is my body servant Tyler, he is a slave for life. If your reforms
were approved, he would probably be freed in about five years when he is
twenty-five. I think you would love Tyler if he can achieve that, wouldn't
you Boy?"

"Yes Master."

"Very well. Tyler I want you to give Boy the best blowjob you can while I
play with your ass, then Boy, just before you cum I want you to change ends
and fuck him in the missionary position for a long time. While you are
filling his arse with cum I want to fuck his face.  We will do that in my
play room but first Tyler I want you to undress me."

Remembering all he had been taught as a slave Tyler carried out the most
erotic undressing of a Master that he had ever done. Tom was gasping when
he had finished.  Tyler had barely touched Tom's cock but he was rock hard.

"Ok Slaves, let's hit the punishment room."

The room was fully carpeted and had a sling, an examination table with
stirrups and a row of chastisers hanging on the wall. It looked more like a
playroom than a punishment area.

"Tyler, on your knees and Boy, let's see how much of your monster he can
take in his mouth."

The answer was none but where he failed with quantity he more than made up
for with quality. Cock head, ball sac and perineum proved a fertile
breeding ground for sensitivity in Boy.

"Oh Master Tyler is fantastic, I am nearly cumming already."

"Right Tyler, into the sling with you."

Tyler was secured in the sling, legs very wide and pulled well back. His
head hung over the other end so that he could suck Tom.

Boy opened him up slowly using lots of lubricant. Tyler loved it. Once
again, he was sucking the cock of a gorgeous man and having his arse
stretched erotically by another one.

The feeling changed rapidly when Boy tried to fuck him. Tyler was screaming
with pain as Boy pushed over his sphincter. He was sure Boy's cock was
bigger than Tab's fist had been. Tom was quite obviously completely turned
on by Tyler's pain cumming all over his face in great spurts.

"Please make him take it out Master, I can't take this amount of pain."

"You will Tyler, relax because you are going to take it all."

Ty tried but the pain was incredible and had no chance to ease as the
monster kept pushing further into his bowels. He realised he was still
screaming until Tom buried his cock into his mouth effectively gagging
him. Tom came again almost instantly, forcing Tyler to swallow all his cum.

When Boy had buried all of his cock in Tyler he kept still until Tyler at
last relaxed, then he slow fucked him for nearly half an hour. Despite the
pain, Tyler came several times and so did Tom.

"Watching you being fucked by Boy's massive penis is awesome Tyler, but it
looks to me like you are enjoying it too much. I am going to punish you a
little before letting Boy fuck you again."

Tyler realised that Tom was a sadist but Boy was unmarked so he prayed that
he would get out of this in the same state.

The line of chastisers was similar to the playroom at the apartment and
Tyler absently thought it was probably standard kit. Tom selected a rubber
paddle. Ty had never seen one before. It was about eighteen inches long and
four inches wide with a six-inch long round handle at one end. It was as
thick as the rubber on a car tire and looked as though it would be very
painful.

He soon found out. Tom administered ten hard strokes, even though Tyler was
screaming with pain and begging him to stop after only two. He lost his
erection and even when Boy entered him again the pain level overcame the
eroticism of having his prostate massaged.  Tom meanwhile was orgasming
almost continuously in Tyler's mouth or over his face. Ty was only vaguely
aware of Boy shooting another load into his arse he was barely conscious.

When he regained his senses, he was lying in bed already cleaned up and
with a hand rubbing something into his buttocks. He looked round and saw
Tom.

"That was awesome Tyler. Watching you being fucked and beating you was the
biggest turn on I have ever had. You are such a beautiful young man even
Boy looks second rate alongside you."

"Thank you master, but I hurt, why did you beat me like that?"

"I'm sorry Ty, it turns me on so much.  You can stop calling me Master now,
and you will get your slave legislation I promise."

"Thank you Tom, in that case it was worth the pain."

"As soon as you are dressed my driver will take you back to your apartment,
and Tyler, you are an incredible young man. If I can ever do anything for
you please do not hesitate to ask."

"Thank you Sir, I appreciate that."

"And Ty, you remember witnessing a boy being castrated and his penis being
removed."

"Yes Sir."

"Well, he has been sold to a slave owner in your home town. I thought you
should know in case you ever see him. I wouldn't want you to be too
shocked. He retained his vocal chords by the way."

"Thank you Sir, I hope I don't see him that would be awful. I hope our
legislation will stop that."

"I don't think it will Tyler, not for life slaves any way."

"Ok Sir, thank you and goodbye."


"Goodbye Tyler, stay safe."



As soon as he walked into the apartment, Bridger could tell something was
wrong

"Ty, what happened? You are walking badly, have you been in an accident?"

"Yes it feels like it. Tom Southern introduced me to his sex slave and his
playroom."

Bridger's eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

"Tell me you are kidding. Tom Southern fucked you and beat you?"

"Mmm something like that. It hurt Bridger, so much, he is a sadist, but, we
have our legislation, we have it, he has promised me."

"Wow that is awesome. We have one week then to finalise what we want before
we present it to Tom and his committee.  Funny isn't it. He is only the
deputy but carries all the weight."

"I don't care Bridger as long as we get it. Michael would be a free man in
a few years, Tab would also and that young boy I fucked on Monday would
probably be freed in less than five years. Oh Bridger, that would be
incredible. I would suffer a hundred times more pain to see that happen."

He burst into tears overcome by what he thought they had now achieved.

Bridger comforted him, once again wondering at the depth of compassion
contained in this boy.  He undressed Tyler and turned him round. The
bruising on his buttocks was severe. Laying him gently on the bed, he used
some more salve on his bottom.

"That looks vicious Ty, why did you let him do that and your ass is very
puffy, what did he use, a baseball bat


"Worse Tyler, he has a sex slave who sports a cock that makes a baseball
bat look small."

"You're kidding!"

"No the guy was beautiful but his cock was about fifteen inches long and
nine or ten round.  I have never known pain like it when he entered me and
he fucked me twice for about an hour.  That was my payment for Tom to get
his support."

"You are a brave boy Tyler, I couldn't have done that."


The final presentation had the whole committee gasping with its hard
hitting and professional bent.

Tom Southern told the other members of the commitee that Tyler had
indicated he was so commited that he would have returned to slavery himself
if it was the only way to get the legislation.

Tyler's confession on tape and the photographs of Michael's arse was the
decider on the committee, committing them to deliver a bill before congress
and the senate.


Lots more still to come and I guess you must be enjoying it if you are
reading this.

Please let me know. Comments of whatever hue give me the incentive to keep
posting my stories for other people to read.