Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2016 03:37:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: Purchased for Percy

PURCHASED FOR PERCY

by Master Redbeard

FOR ADULTS ONLY: This is Gay Slave Fiction. If you are not of legal age to
read adult content, go away now. If you live in a jurisdiction that does
not permit this, go away now (or better yet, get the hell out of that
jurisdiction). If you are offended by this sort of thing, what are you
doing here in the first place?

Peyton is the school jock. When he's indentured he's purchased as a gift
for the school "sissyboy" Percy. Peyton's indenture contract changes hands,
then changes hands again. Sometimes there is hope, and sometimes he ends up
in worse circumstances. Will Peyton end up indentured for life, or will he
get his freedom?

- - - - -



CHAPTER ONE: INDENTURED

We were sort of rich, but not as rich as some of the boys in my school. I
mean, we had a big house and two slaveboys. But it wasn't a mansion and we
didn't even have our own pool. I was always popular at school; the best
athlete even though I was not so tall or bulky (I excelled in swimming and
track). All the girls said I was the cutest boy, which still hadn't led me
to me getting laid as I was a bit shy. Mom had died when I was very young,
so it had only ever been me and my dad.

Just before my 16th birthday dad found himself in all sorts of trouble. He
was accused of income tax fraud, and there was this ongoing trial. When I
asked him about it, he told me that he had "done the things everybody
does," but he got caught.

I came home one day and saw our two slaves, Slim and Bruno, being loaded
onto a truck. I was almost crying as I ran to my dad. Slim was only a few
years older than me. We weren't buddies. I mean, you can't be friends with
a slave, can you? In fact, sometimes I teased him rather unmercifully, as a
teen boy does with a slave. But he was always there to wake me in the
morning, and when I got home from school he'd have a healthy snack waiting
for me. Most days my dad was never around and it was Slim who would listen
to my stories about what happened in school that day. Now Slim was being
carted off in to the auction house.

Dad told me to calm down and he explained that his trial was costing a lot
of money and that we would have to economize. He said that his lawyers were
very expensive and there was need for more lawyers all the time. He also
said that he was "donating" money to the right people to get a verdict in
his favor. And he warned me things might get worse before they got better.

The next week we moved out of our house, a lot of our furniture and stuff
was sent to auction. We moved into an apartment. It was a beautiful
building and a very nice apartment with a view, but it was sure a comedown
from our house with all the grounds around it.

It was the day of my 16th birthday, and I had just gotten dressed for a
party that my buddy Nick was throwing for me. Dad told me we had to go for
a ride, and said the party would have to wait. I sent a message to Nick
saying I was with my dad and would arrive late for the party. I didn't know
then that I would never get to that party at all.

Not knowing what lay ahead of me I decided to approach this ride in a jolly
mood. I figured dad had a birthday surprise for me, to make up for all the
things I'd had to give up. But when he started talking I knew he only had
bad news to tell me.

"They're going to hand down my sentence next Friday, son," he said in the
most quiet and somber voice. "My lawyers advise me that it's likely I'll be
found guilty."

"Wha-at?" I shouted. "B-but all that money you spent on lawyers. You sold
the house, you sold our slaves. Couldn't those lawyers do anything? Does
that mean you'll go to jail, Dad?"

There was an ominous pause and then he said, "The punishment if I'm found
guilty is lifetime indenture."

"A slave? You'll be a fuckin' slave, Dad?" I was in shock.

But he went on, "So I need to get my affairs in order. And the first order
of business is taking care of you, son. The age you are now... well, the
government defines you as my property. If I'm indentured for life, you will
be also."

When he said that, I couldn't even speak. I just slumped into the car seat
and stared off into the distance.

"But I can stop that from happening, son. I can stop them from making you a
slave for life."

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him eagerly. But before he could
reply, I realized we were at the gates of the Snow estate. Judge Snow was
the richest and most powerful man in Westchester County. His grandson,
Percy, went to school with me. The thought occurred to me that dad was
sending me to live with Judge Snow and I shuddered as I thought about
Percy.

I groaned, "No, Dad. Not with Percy Snow. You know Percy is a fag..."

Dad cut me off. "I told you never to say such things. His grandfather is
very powerful. You don't want to make the Snow family angry."

I pouted and muttered, "If you're sending me to live with somebody,
couldn't you make arrangements with Nick's dad. They're pretty rich."

He snapped back, "Shut up, boy. Do you think any of this is easy for me? I
have very little time before the verdict. And I had no other option."

I kept silent as he parked the car and we both walked up to the massive
front door. Somehow aware of our presence the door was pulled open by a
slender Asian slaveboy. His golden skin was revealed as he only wore a
white piece of cloth that covered his penis and balls and went up his ass
crack. Judge Snow only had cute young slaveboys, and each time I visited
this mansion I was always embarrassed to see how much of their bodies were
on display.

The slaveboy led us up a flight of stairs to the judge's study. The judge
was in a burgundy dressing gown with black slacks. He smiled at my father
and offered his hand. I put out my hand to shake his, as I had done in the
past, but he just ignored me.

Dad was thanking Judge Snow repeatedly. Then the old man turned to me and
said, "Stand over there under that light where we can get a good look at
you, Peyton."

I looked at dad and then did as I was told. Dad cleared his throat and
said, "You understand what I told you in the car. If I am sentenced this
Friday to lifetime indenture, you would also be a slave for life, son. But
there's a way around that. I have had you indentured and you'll be a slave
to Judge Snow here..."

I started to protest but he quickly added, "It's only a three year
indenture contract. So you'll be a free man at age 19."

"Actually," Judge Snow said, "Let me get Percy in here. You'll be his
slaveboy, so this is an exciting day for him."

"Da-a-ad, not Percy," i gasped.

"What could be better than that, son. You and Percy were always buddies at
school. You used to hang out together when you were younger. Now you'll
be... ummm, looking after Percy as his indentured servant."

I was about to tell my father that Percy and I were never friends. He was
notorious ever since we were little kids for being a total homo. And back
in middle school he was way too obvious about having a crush on me. When I
was invited over for a "play date" with Percy, my dad insisted I go,
reminding me as he always did how rich and powerful the judge was. I got to
swim in the big pool, but Percy was no fun, refusing to even go into the
deep end. But before our swim, Percy watched me change in the pool house. I
turned my back when he seemed to be playing with himself. When the
afternoon got chilly, we went back into the pool house and I tried to pull
up my jeans over my swimsuit. I didn't want Percy to get another peek at my
dick and my ass. He insisted that I had to shower, but I kept refusing,
trying to stay polite.

Percy left the pool house then and came back with his grandfather, the
rotund white-haired gentlemen. Judge Snow told me that it was necessary for
me to wash all the chlorine off me. "You could get a skin rash and then sue
me, lad. Is that what you want, to get rich by suing me? A lot of people do
that."

"No, Grandpa, he's just shy."

I blushed as the old man remained in the pool house and watched me strip
naked and go under the shower with Percy. Percy was sporting a full-on
erection. I kept trying to turn my back to him. When I felt his boner slap
against my hip, I turned and almost started yelling at him and calling him
a queer. But I stopped myself. The judge was standing right there watching
both of us. When I looked at the judge, he seemed to be adjusting the front
of his pants. Then I realized the old man was rubbing the front of his
pants. I stumbled out of the shower and pulled up my white briefs while I
was still wet. I wondered then whether the grandfather was as much of a
homo as his grandson?

But that wasn't all. Sometime later my father came home with the exciting
news that I'd been invited to a sleepover at the Snow house. I threw a
tantrum and told him all about what a pervy creep Percy was. It was the
only time my dad ever slapped my face. I was going to that sleepover and I
was going to be polite to Percy and his grandfather. I brought along my
heaviest pajamas and kept my underwear on as I changed into them. Percy was
so excited to have me there. But I told him that I didn't want to play
strip poker. I didn't want to play truth or dare. And I didn't want to
compare our dicks. I wrapped myself tightly in a blanket. But as I was
trying to sleep I felt Percy press against me through that blanket. He was
humping me. I just closed my eyes and pretended it wasn't happening.

The problems began after that. Since I was so popular and the school's top
athlete, Percy went to school and started bragging that I'd slept over at
his house. All the guys started ragging on me, and then making remarks to
Percy. like we were a couple of queers or something. I punched one guy and
they stopped bothering me. But Percy ran to the office crying and then
blamed me for making all the trouble.

At least that got me out of having to spend time with Percy. Although every
so often at school I would see him looking at me in a creepy way. Or I'd
turn around and realize his eyes were staring at my butt. It always made me
feel funny, but I figured it was no big deal. Let him look.

But now I was standing in his grandfather's study, having just been told
that I would be Percy's slaveboy for the next three years. Percy entered
the room and he was practically skipping with joy. I called out, "Dad, OK,
you have to sell me into indenture. But not to Percy."

"Silence, boy," the judge stood from his comfortable chair and came closer
to me. "Don't you know how an indentured servant speaks to free men?"

I looked to my dad who softly said, "He had no preparation, sir. He didn't
expect this and it must be very..."

"I don't care about that, man. The fact is he's an indentured servant. He's
my grandson's indentured servant. And if he doesn't speak properly to his
master and other free men, we have the right to punish the boy. If he
doesn't obey orders smartly, he will certainly be punished."

Percy stood beside his grandfather, glared at me and called out, "Strip,
boy." I was frozen to the spot and couldn't move.

Then the judge raised his hand in my direction and I saw that he had an
electric prod. I tugged my shirt over my head and heard the judge say,
"Nice, very nice." I shivered all over. I'd never had a man comment on my
body before. And such a gross old man at that.

Percy said, "Sneakers and socks!" I bent over and took off each sneaker
then tugged down my white athletic socks. The carpet felt soft under my
bare feet.

"Now those jeans, boy." Percy's tone was snide and his grin was wicked.

My hands were shaking as I undid the snap and unbuttoned my jeans. Then I
froze in panic. I realized I had lost a bet to my best buddy, Nick, and my
penalty was that I had attend my birthday party wearing briefs from when I
was much younger. I had found a box of clothes that I'd outgrown and
managed to squeeze into cartoon briefs that I hadn't worn in more than
three years. A little sob came from my throat as I pushed down my jeans and
Spiderman was revealed.

The judge chuckled. I think my dad chuckled. Percy was grinning from ear to
ear. "Y-you don't understand. I lost a bet and..." Before I could say more,
the judge reached out a hand and pressed his small electric prod to my
exposed chest. I fell on the floor writhing.

"That was set at 10%, boy, so don't be so fucking dramatic. The next time
you forget to address free men as 'Sir' or you hesitate to follow an order,
it will be set at 20%, and go up 10% each time after that. For a lad your
size, I believe 60% will be enough to make you completely pass out. On your
feet, boy."

As I struggled to my feet, I saw the look of concern on father's face. His
body looked as if he was taking a step toward me to help. It was an effort
to strip off my jeans that were caught around my ankles. I bent down to
pull them off my feet and knew that my butt was on display in the stretched
out fabric of the briefs.

I looked to my dad who looked down at the floor and mumbled, "Maybe I ought
to leave now."

But the judge turned to my father and said, "As the new slave's former
father, you're not helping him if he thinks he can turn to you. You should
help him accept his new status. In fact, studies have shown that when
someone like a father participates in a new slave's induction, it helps the
boy adapt more easily to his role as a servant. He has no delusions of
anyone coming to save him."

My dad was looking down and seemed to be nervous as the judge continued,
"Unless you'd like to call the whole thing off. I'll cancel that check I
gave you and tear up the contract. And your little brat can face lifetime
indenture before next weekend."

"No, no, sir. We don't want to do that."

"You see that. There's your error. You said `we' as if you're taking the
slaveboy's wishes into account. Maybe he had opinions about his fate when
he was still a free boy. But slaves have no rights and no opinions."

I felt Percy's hands on the waistband of my briefs and began to pull
away. But I stopped myself as the judge raised his prod once more. Percy
pushed my briefs down to my ankles as he whispered in my ear, "I've been
wanting to do this for years."

I knew I'd be punished if I said anything. But in my head I heard myself
saying, "I know you did, you faggot creep."

Now I'm totally straight. I only ever thought about girls when I jerked
off. I had a girlfriend and had gotten my hand into her panties. Tonight at
my birthday party I was hoping she would let me go all the way.

But you know how it is. When you're nervous your penis begins to chub up. I
wasn't exactly erect. But my dick had thickened and it was standing away
from my body. Even my father hadn't seen me naked since I was a little
kid. Which was worse? My father witnessing this? Or that evil old man? Or
that little faggot from school? No matter. I was totally exposed and could
feel my dick rising a bit more in front of me.

Naturally my hands went down to cover my cock. The judge raised his prod
and said, "You do know what slave display position is, don't you, boy?"

I gulped and put my hands behind my head knowing that my semi-erect penis
was exposed for everyone to see. Then I suddenly felt a cutting sensation
on the inside of each of my thighs. I looked down and realized the judge
was holding a very small switch, one with nine leather pieces hanging from
it. I could see red marks where he had slapped it across my thighs. I
looked at him in shock.

"The one time you are permitted to speak, slaveboy, is when a free man asks
you a question. And the answer should have been, `Sir, yes, sir'. Do you
understand me, boy?"

"Sir, yes, sir," I snapped back standing at attention as if I were a
soldier.

But then I felt another slap of the tawse, this time across my chest. "And
I expect you in slave display position, boy. Hands behind your head, legs
18 inches apart, and your face looking down at your master's
feet. Understand, boy?"

"Sir, yes, sir." I had seen our two household slaves take that pose often
enough and I did the same.

Then in a cheery voice, the judge said, "Now it's time to examine the
merchandise." The judge seemed to be using me as a model to teach Percy how
to examine a slave. The judge's thick fingers were on my neck, feeling the
strength, checking the glands behind my ears. And then Percy's hand was
there doing the same.

Judge Snow smiled to my father and said, "Come on over, man. You used to
own slaveboys. You know how to assess a hunk of slaveflesh." My dad came
over stiffly and felt my neck as Percy and the judge turned their attention
to my arms. "I like this muscle tone. I hate boys this age whose arms are
too skinny. And I certainly don't want a slaveboy this age with big muscles
all over. I like this just as he is. And we will work him and see that he
puts on muscle as he gets older."

The judge then spoke to Percy, "Step back and take a good look at this
V-shape. His shoulders are wide and his hips are narrow. A beautiful sight
to see strapped down to a horse. And feel the muscles on his ass." There
was a loud slap on my left butt cheek and I tensed up as I called out,
"Ow." There was another slap and the judge said, "Stop play acting,
boy. These slaves make a big deal about every little slap or prod."

I felt another pair of hands on my ass and knew it was my father. Damn. I
was getting felt up by two homos who had a 50 year age difference between
them. And now my own father was copping a feel of my exposed butt. "Yes,
very nice. B-but, of course he's not legal for full use until he's
18. Right, sir?"

"I'm a judge! I know the law. You don't have to tell it to me. And of
course in my household we follow the law."

Everyone knew that Full Use meant being able to dick a slaveboy in the
mouth or up his ass. It was easy to do the math. A three-year indenture
that began on my sixteenth birthday would mean that my final year as a
slaveboy they could legally make me suck dick and take cock up my ass. I
felt another slap on my rear and realized it was my father who had hit me
this time.

Then it was Percy's turn as he grasped both my butt cheeks in his hands and
squeezed and kneaded them. I heard a soft moan from my former classmate and
shuddered once again. Percy's fingers went between my legs, He was tickling
the back o my balls and I automatically pulled my legs together. I saw the
judge raise the tawse and pulled my legs apart again. I looked to the floor
and said, "Sir, sorry, sir."

I heard the snap of a plastic glove and then I felt something cool and
slimy being rubbed all around my sphincter. Once again I tensed up my
cheeks and was once again slapped. I tried to relax but it was impossible
as the tip of the finger began to enter my butthole.

"Although the lad can't legally be fucked for another two years, it is
important to check on the state of his anus. I've found boys who claimed to
be straight virgin, but had torn up bottom holes that had definitely seen a
lot of action."

A light slap on my butt to get my attention and then, "Are you a virgin,
boy?"

"Y-yes, sir," I said loud and clear. "B-but I have a girlfriend..."

The judge burst out laughing and then said, "Who cares about a girlfriend?
I mean have you taken dick, boy? Has anyone put a cock or anything else up
your asshole?"

"No. No, sir. Never." The judge continued chuckling, perhaps because my
answer had been so adamant. At the same time his finger was sliding into
me, inch by inch. Damn, if this is what a finger felt like I didn't want to
have to experience a thick cock up there. He wriggled his finger around and
it made me squirm.

Then it was Percy's turn. It was probably for the best that the old man had
gone up me first, because his grandson had no finesse. He shoved his finger
in all the way without stopping. I gasped. This brought another chuckle
from the grandfather.

And finally it was my father's turn. He put just the tip of his finger
inside me. Then he worked it around as he moved his finger forward. I think
I gave a little sob at that point, knowing that my own dad was invading my
bottom that way. I heard the judge whisper, "You see. That's good. That's
just what the new slave needs to learn that he's really a slave."

Then I was stood up and the three of them turned their attention to my
front. They each squeezed my pecs, but it was my father who kept on playing
with my nipples. He mumbled, almost to himself, "Look how flat these are
against your chest. It looks like you haven't even learned to play with
your nipples when you jerk off. Look how mine stand out." He pulled open
the top two buttons of his shirt and I saw his hairy chest. I'd seen it
before, of course, but had never noticed how prominent his nipples
were. They stood out from his chest like two erasers.

It was then the judge's turn to fondle my nipples. He was not as gentle as
my father had been. He pulled and pinched them. Anytime I said, "Ow," or
whimpered, the old man just looked at me with a scowl.

I looked down and could see a prominent tent in the judge's black pants
where his dressing gown was standing open. I saw that Percy was actually
rubbing the front of his tan slacks and there was a wet spot beginning to
show.

I knew I was totally defeated when I saw the big tent in my own father's
grey pants. I figured he was going along with feeling me up to please the
judge. But as he adjusted the boner in the front of his pants, it was clear
that the man who had raised me was enjoying my naked body.

It was Percy who first grabbed my balls. I automatically pulled back. Well
that's what a guy does, doesn't he? The judge slashed the tawse right
across my nipples and I cried out. His grandson was enjoying my testicles,
hefting them in his hand as if weighing them. "I bet these are full of
cum." The old man took my balls next, his hands much rougher than his
grandson's. He chuckled, "I hardly feel any hair down here. Very nice."

My father's voice was soft as he added, "The boy is dirty blond, like his
mother was. So, I suppose he was never going to get really hairy. Doesn't
take after me in that way at all." It was his turn to roll my balls in
their sacs and he just sighed.

That's when Percy's fingers wrapped around my cock. "You know, he tried so
hard to hide this from me when we showered together I wasn't altogether
sure he had a skin on him."

Judge Snow chuckled in that creepy way he had and said, "I remember
that. But he sure did put on a show displaying his ass for both of us. And
what a cute, tender little ass it was."

Oh fuck! The old man had just confirmed what I suspected. He was perving
and lusting after me even when I was that young, visiting and swimming with
his grandson. And he was willing to talk about my young body like that in
front of my father. The judge leaned in very close to my ear and whispered,
"If I had my way I'd change the indenture laws so I could have made full
use of you and rammed your little ass back when you were here as a guest."

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I felt goosebumps all
over my body. Although I had pegged the judge as a dirty old man when I
visited year's before, the way he was talking about me made me feel
filthy. I suppose that was what he was after.

All this time Percy was stroking my foreskin slowly up and down. I don't
know why I was so stiff as these nasty pervs (including my own dad) were
feeling me up. The judge said, "He's a good size for his age." My father
put his fingers around my dick now and said, "Well, I'm sure he'll grow
over the next few years."

If I was blushing deep red before that, I must have turned red as a
tomato. "You should do the honors, Percy," the judge said, and his
grandson's hand was once more wrapped around my erection. The judge looked
me up and down and said, "Slaveboy, put both your hands under your
dickhead. You will catch whatever comes out of you. If any spills on the
floor, and I mean even one drop, you will lick it up off the carpet."

I held both hands right under my dickhead as Percy pumped away. I didn't
want to admit it to myself, but there was something very erotic about this
situation. As I looked around I saw the judge squeezing the erection in the
front of his trousers. I saw my father stroking his erection through his
pants. Percy was grinding the front of his tan slacks into me as he jerked
my cock. I could feel his stiff cock push against my bare hip.

Then my balls began to pull up to my body. I knew I was going to shoot. My
dick felt so tender I wanted to grab it away from Percy, but the boy's
grandfather was toying with both the tawse and the prod, so I didn't
dare. I felt my cock pulse in his hand and then a spurt of my cum landed in
my outstretched hands. I watched as my hands filled up with my cream. I
usually shot off into yesterday's dirty underpants. So I wasn't used to
seeing the volume and the thickness.

The judge dipped a finger into my semen and brought it to his mouth. He
licked his lips and declared it, "Delicious." Percy licked my cum off his
finger and just moaned softly. Then I watched as my own father dipped a
finger into my cum-filled hands and tasted his finger. He had an odd look
on his face then and stepped back.

"Now get rid of it, boy," the judge snapped.

I looked around for a sink or a restroom. "W-where, sir?"

"Lick it up, boy. What do slaveboys do with semen?"

I gulped and said, "B-but, sir, is it allowed to..."

He held up his prod but then stopped. "No, I won't have you dropping your
boy cream on my nice carpet. Now, lick if up or you'll have earned yourself
your first real punishment."

I brought my tongue to my palm and took a big lick. I gagged. Not that it
was choking me, but just from the thought of what I was eating. I looked up
at the three clothed males surrounding me and took another lick. I closed
my eyes and sucked my fingers clean. I could feel tears in my eyes. I hoped
that if I kept looking down nobody would notice.

"Kneel, boy." I looked up at the judge and got into a kneeling position,
one I had seen slaves take, with my knees on the floor spread two feet
apart, my butt resting on my heels, and my hands helplessly behind my
neck. Percy was opening a package. I saw a glint of silver. I felt the cold
metal around my throat as he clasped it shut. I knew these collars were
held with permanent glue and only heavy tools could cut them off. I
couldn't help it. I reached up and felt the collar that marked me as a
slave. It was sleek and yet there were two handles on either side of it.

The judge then had an unusual looking tool in his hand. He commanded me to
keep my hands behind my neck and not to move. Then I felt a little tickle
right under my right armpit. Before I could giggle from the tickling
sensation, I felt a little sting. Judge Snow then announced, "That's your
GPS chip with your Slave Identification Number on it, boy."

Then he looked up at his grandson and said, "Shall we give him a slave
name, lad?"

Percy had clearly thought about this and definitely wanted to call me
Peyton, my free boy named. There was a smile on his face as he said, "I
want to know that it's my classmate Peyton serving me."

"Perfect. Now there's just one more part of this induction ceremony. And
once again it's only right that Percy goes first." The old man turned to my
father and said, "All the slaves in the house are my property. This is the
first time Percy has had a boy of his own."

I watched as Percy opened his pants and pulled them down along with his
brightly colored boxer briefs. I didn't understand what was going
on. Seeing the look on my face, the judge said, "If you were 18, your
induction ceremony would end with your master taking your cherry, fucking
you up the ass. But since you're 16, your master will have to settle for a
handjob."

I must have still looked confused because my father continued, "Listen,
Peyton, you're not a full use slave. They can't use you for real sex. That
means they can't put a cock in your mouth or up your ass. But any owner
would expect some enjoyment from a slave who's as cute and well-built as
you are."

I wanted to cry out, "You dirty fucker, you're talking about the son you
raised, now naked, on his knees, collared as a slave and expected to take
care of a homosexual's stiff cock." But I kept silent. What else could a
slaveboy do?

Percy took my hand in his and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I
remembered all those years ago when I had slept over with Percy. He made it
clear that he wanted to jerk off with me. Now as I knelt naked on his
grandfather's floor, I wondered why I had objected so to touching each
other's cocks. At least we wouldn't have had an audience.

As I stroked Percy's dick I speeded up my pace wanting this to be over. He
positioned me directly in front of his boner, the piss slit pointing at my
face. I looked up at him and he snarled, "Don't you dare move when it
shoots, boy. Or you'll be in big trouble."

As soon as he said that I saw the first burst of spunk from his cock head
and it landed on my face. My mouth had been partly open and some of the
semen landed on my lips. I automatically licked it off. Then felt the tawse
swipe my shoulder again. "Don't waste it, boy," Percy snapped. "Wipe up all
my cream from your face and lick it off your fingers." I did as he
ordered. I supposed if they could make me eat my own cum, they could make
me eat my master's as well.

Judge Snow sat back in his big armchair. His pants and boxers were opened
and pulled down his fat thighs. His legs were pale and they spread out so
there was no gap between them. His cock was nestled in a thick patch of
black and white hair, and it was thicker than I ever knew a cock could
be. He nodded down at me and I dutifully began to jerk off the disgusting
old man's erection. I tried to pretend it was a task, like pumping a piece
of machinery, and that I wasn't really pleasuring a nasty old homo.

He warned me to put my other hand under his cockhead to catch his load. I
did, but there was a lot for such an old guy, and one hand didn't catch it
all. There was white spunk in the judge's thick patch of pubic hair. And
there was more that dripped onto his balls and between his thighs. He
pointed to the spot between his legs and warned, "You'd better get that
before it drips onto the seat. You'll be punished if the furniture is
stained."

I took a deep breath and buried my face into the foul-smelling balls. As my
tongue lapped at the meaty sacs, I kept gagging as I swallowed black and
white pubic hairs. He pressed his thick thighs on either side of my face
and I felt like I'd suffocate. Then I tried to lick the wetness from his
pubic patch, but he turned my face to his still erect cock. I stared at it,
not sure what to do.

"As a courtesy... and you'd better appreciate it, slaveboy, as slaves do
not get courtesies... but, as a courtesy I will explain. Since you are only
16, I'm not allowed to put my cock into your mouth. I'm not allowed any
insertion sex. However, it is perfectly valid for a boy your age to lick
his owner clean -- every part of his owner, understand?"

I stuck out my tongue and licked at the gross old man's stiff cock. He made
it clear I was to lick right at the piss slit. I knew this wasn't
technically a blowjob, but it sure felt like I was servicing his cock with
my mouth.

When I turned to my father I saw he was already naked. I was startled. I
suppose I had seen him in his boxers and knew he had a big dick. But I
don't remember the last time I had ever seen my dad totally naked. And I
know I never saw him with an erection sticking out stiff in front of him.

My dad asked if he could use the leather table. Then he ordered me to lie
on my back. I didn't understand what he wanted to do, but I had to obey. He
climbed on top of me, the front of his large hairy body pressing into the
front of my smooth slim body. His face was in my neck and I felt him
licking my skin sending shivers through me. Then he started to move his
bulky body up and down, his cock sliding along my body lubed by his
pre-cum. His hairiness was rough against my cock, but also very arousing as
his moving body was masturbating me.

I moaned and buried my face in his neck. It was feeling nice. I remembered
feeling safe and warm in my dad's arms. I thought to myself that if he had
done this with me back at home maybe I could have liked it. Then I thought,
no way, I was so caught up in being straight that I never would have let
him. Naked as a slaveboy now I was able to let that go and enjoy my
father's strong body caressing and grinding into mine.

I heard the judge ask, "Is this how you used to ride that cute little
slaveboy you had?"

Dad kept grinding into me as he answered, "When I was too tired to fuck
him, a nice naked hump session was always a good release."

My body tensed up. Had my father been having sex with our slaveboy, Slim?
Of course everyone assumed that all men used their slaveboys for sexual
release. Boys in school made jokes about it all the time. But I had just
never thought of my dasd in that way. Of course he was buttfucking the
slaveboy who made my afternoon snacks.

Then I felt that tightness in my balls. My hips lurched up from the table
to press harder into my father's groin. At the same time I felt my father
pressing down into me as his cock shot off a load that coated both of our
bodies. I lay there exhausted and very confused.

My father got up off my body and seemed almost ashamed. I slowly got up off
the leather table and resumed the slave display position. I didn't know
what else I should do at that point.

"Look at that mess you made on that free man's body!" the judge announced,
pointing at my father's naked body. My eyes went wide. The judge cocked his
head and reached for a whip, a full-size whip. I froze. No, he couldn't be
considering using a whip on me my very first hours as a slaveboy. I fell to
my knees in front of my father and started licking the cum off his hairy
belly. I licked all the way up to his hairy chest and licked at one of his
nipples, which was coated with cum.

My father's hands were brushing my hair and caressing my face, almost in a
loving way. I felt his huge cock grinding into my face as I licked spunk
out of his belly button. I didn't know if the cream I was tasting was mine
or my dad's. Then dad humped hard against my face and his cock started
shooting cream all over my face. Some went directly into my mouth and I
just gulped it down.

I heard the judge laughing hard. Then he said, "I think it's time to let
Percy take his new plaything back to his rooms."

Percy snapped a chain on one of the handles on my collar, then pulled my
hands behind my back and handcuffed me. Then he led me out of the
room. Once we were in the hallway I realized I hadn't even turned around to
acknowledge my father -- my father who was likely to become a lifelong
slave in a matter of days, and who I'd likely never see again.




CHAPTER 2: IN PERCY'S POSSESSION

I had been in these hallways before, back when I was younger, when Percy
was trying to be my friend. Padding down the carpeted halls barefoot and
naked, handcuffed and led on a leash, felt very strange. Being in this
state in these palatial surroundings drummed into me that I was truly a
slave.

Percy had a suite of rooms: bed chamber, sitting room, changing room, small
kitchen, and a lavish bathroom, plus a little closet-like space with a cot
which was meant as a sleeping area for a slave. Once in his rooms, Percy's
hands were all over me, squeezing my biceps, rubbing my nipples, fondling
my ass. He kept looking at me and smiling, which added another level of
creepiness to the situation.

Then the slim Asian slaveboy entered the room. His name was Kip and he was
all business as he prepared my body. But every so often when Percy wasn't
looking Kip would wink at me or give me a smile. He started by shaving
under my arms, even though the few blond hairs there were hardly
visible. Then he soaped up around my dick and used the razor to make my
crotch fully smooth. He pulled down my balls, examined for hairs and gave
two swipes of the razor just to be sure. I was glad he was skilled and
confident with that razor.

Kip had moved a comfortable chair into the doorway of the bathroom, so
Percy could sit back and watch the proceedings. My young master had his
hand down the front of his pants enjoying my naked humiliation. Next, Kip
plugged in an electric razor and trimmed the hair on my head to a short
crewcut. I had always been so proud of my thick wavy hair. I could've
cried, but I knew this would hardly be my worst humiliation of the day.

Then the Asian slaveboy gave me an enema, in full view of the masturbating
Percy. After the third washing out, Kip declared that the water was clear
and I was clean. At that point, Percy stepped out to check something with
his grandfather. It was my first moment since enslavement that I was not
being watched by a master. I turned to Kip and whispered, "Cleaning out my
hole? I'm not legal for fucking yet."

He whispered back, "But if a master wants to play with your hole, he
doesn't want to come out of it with crap on his fingers."

"H-how did you get enslaved?" I asked him.

He just put his fingers to his lips, looked around, and said, "Another
time." But it would turn out I never got to talk to Kai or any of the other
slaveboys.

When Percy returned he was carrying the Spiderman undies that I had been
wearing. "These will do for slave shorts for the time being, boy."

I took them and struggled to pull them up my legs. I mumbled, "P-please,
sir, I only wore these as a joke. I lost a bet with Nick."

"You should call me `master' from now on, boy. Except those times I tell
you otherwise."

He could see the briefs were too tight for me. The top of my ass crack was
sticking out, and my penis was being squashed, the head of it pushed up
above the tight waistband. I blushed. Oddly, it felt more humiliating to
display myself in these little boy undies than naked.

Percy stood and said, "You may undress me, slaveboy."

I dutifully took off his shirt, then got down to remove his shoes and
socks, before unzipping his pants and peeling them down. He made sure I
neatly folded each piece of clothing, even laying out the socks flat. He
stood in a bright green pair of boxer briefs, his boner sticking up
prominently. He sat on a big plush couch and patted the cushion next to
him.

Percy put his arm around my shoulder and smiled at me. "What would you do
if you had that pretty girlfriend of yours stripped to just her panties? If
you were sitting here dressed like that and she was next to you, her smooth
leg pressed against your smooth leg?"

I realized he wanted an answer, so I mumbled, "Master, I would start off by
kissing her and... umm, feel her up."

He took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. I'd never kissed
a guy on the mouth. I'd never thought of doing it. Since Percy's face was
as smooth as mine, it didn't seem so strange. I could close my eyes and
pretend I was kissing a girl. To tell the truth, Percy wasn't all that bad
looking. He was too skinny and needed to put on muscle. His skin was very
pink and he could have used some sun. There was just something girly about
him. But he had a nice face. I lost myself in the kiss for a few minutes.

Percy was kissing me aggressively, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. His
hands were also all over me. Then he took my hands and put them on his
smooth chest. He tongued my ear as he said, "I bet you'd feel her titties,
wouldn't you?" I fingered his nipples, noticing that they did stand out
from his chest unlike mine. I thought to myself, sure I would be feeling my
girlfriend's tits but there would have been real boobs to fondle and not
just a flat boy chest.

What Percy and I did on the couch can only be described as a make-out
session -- a session between two teen boys in our underwear. He was
reveling in it. I was trying to obey. He guided my hand down to his briefs
and I stroked his boner through the fabric. I was hoping I could make him
cum so this would be over with. But he had endurance. Based on the things
he was saying to me, he had dreamed about playing with me like this for
years.

He pushed down on my head. I saw that his hard-on was tenting out the
fabric of his briefs and there was a broad wet spot that spread out from
where his cockhead was leaking. "Lick it all up for me, boy," he
commanded. My neck tensed and I tried to pull away. Then I felt the
electric prod touch my nipple. I suppose that's a very sensitive spot to
get prodded. My body convulsed and Percy pushed my face into the wetness of
his underpants.

"I assure you it's legal, Peyton," he laughed. I realized then there were
ways around the "no insertion sex" rule. Percy's cockhead was between my
lips, but it was covered with the stretchy fabric of his cotton briefs. It
wasn't exactly like giving a blowjob. I only had about two inches of his
cock on my tongue and, as I said, it was covered in cloth. But I could
taste his pre-cum and I could feel the outline of his cockhead with my
tongue.

He was tenderly brushing my newly cropped hair with his fingers and
crooning, "If only you'd been my buddy. I dreamed that we would be buddies,
sleeping in the same bed, playing with each other's stiffies."

Then he leaped up from the couch, grabbing me by the hand, and pulled me
over to the bed. He wrapped the blankets around both of us and pushed my
tight underwear down my legs. Then he peeled off his own soaking wet
briefs. His legs were wrapped around my legs and he was grinding his body
against me, kissing me with all his strength.

"Let's pretend we're both free boys, that we're buddies, and you're
sleeping over and we're just playing together."

"Yes, master," I mumbled.

He licked my ear and whispered, "When we're like this in bed together, call
me Percy. Just like when we were friends."

His thin prick was jabbing into me over and over and I thought to myself,
We were never friends. I'm naked in your bed because your grandfather
bought me.

Most of the sex Percy demanded of me was like that. He brought me white
briefs, the kind that younger boys wear, the kind I wore when I had visited
here years earlier. Percy wanted to play together, to pretend we were two
kids messing around, when in fact I was his slaveboy and had to follow his
commands.

His grandfather had different desires. Two days after my arrival, while
Percy was at school, I was summoned to the old man's study. I stood at
slave display in my white briefs and he circled me, grinning and rubbing
his hands together. "Nice, very nice. Just the kind you wore when you were
a little boy, eh?" Then he gave a nasty chuckle and reached a big hand down
the front of my tighty whities. A big smile spread across his face, "And
hairless, too, just the way I saw you back in the pool house." That
reminder that he had been perving on me even when I was so young, made me
shudder all over.

Judge Snow directed me to the leather table and had me lie on my
stomach. He peeled down my briefs and discarded them. Then he started
playing with my butthole. His fingers were greasy and he worked one, then
two into my bottom. I wanted to protest, to tell him that he wasn't allowed
to fuck me. But I knew any words from me would lead to a punishment.

The old man discarded his robe and I saw all of his fat hairy body. His
chunky cock was sticking out stiff from the thick thatch of hairs. With an
effort he climbed on top of me and I felt his weight pressing down into me,
pushing the air out of my lungs.

I tensed up my butt cheeks, but it turned out he wasn't trying to fuck
me. I felt his thick erection, heavily lathered with some sort of lube,
slide between my thighs. His dick head was pushing against the back of my
balls. Meanwhile he continued to finger my ass, working two fingers around
and around.

He was fucking between my thighs. He'd lift up his hips so that his dick
slid back and I could feel the flared head rub on my pucker. Then he would
slam forward and I felt the head of it slam into my balls once again. All
this time he was moaning and talking. He told me what an expert he was on
boys' asses. And how my ass was the best one he had ever felt. "And when
you get to legal age, you're going to find out what it's like to get that
tight little straight boy ass rammed by a thick long cock."

With that he collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock pulsating. I felt
my thighs and balls flooded by spurt after spurt of old man cum. Then as
soon as he finished, he stood up, put on his robe and ordered me back to
Percy's rooms. I carried my white briefs with me through the hall, as I
felt the old man's spunk sliding down between my thighs. I had lost my
modesty quickly when I realized that there were no females in this house,
only the judge, his grandson, and slaveboys who were kept as exposed as I
was.

There were another dozen or so slaveboys in the Snow mansion, but I never
slept in the slave quarters out behind the house. Percy always wanted me in
his rooms. This made me even more isolated. Kai would come in to clean
Percy's kitchen or some other task, but he always put his fingers to his
lips indicating he mustn't talk to me. Percy was the only person I spoke
to, and then I always had to address him as Master. Except for those times
he would speak to me as if he was in some sort of fantasy world where we
were school buddies and I was there willingly; as if I was letting him feel
me up and I was playing with his cock because that's what I wanted to do.

At one point during one of these fantasies, I asked Percy what had happened
to my father. He was silent. I reverted to calling him Master and asked,
"Please, Sir, tell me if he was enslaved for life or what happened?"

As if reciting from a lesson, Percy said, "Grandfather says a slaveboy
shouldn't be concerned with the outside world, and shouldn't be concerned
with anyone from his past life. He told me you might ask me this. But you
mustn't ask and mustn't even think about it. Your purpose in life is to
please your masters, boy. Your focus should only be on making your masters
happy. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied despondent.

One day after school there was a change of pace. I heard Percy opening the
door of his room so I stood at slave rest position, my eyes looking down at
the floor in front of me. But this day Percy wasn't alone. There was my
best buddy Nick alongside him. Nick and I had been co-captains of the
school baseball team and we'd been on the swim team together.

I couldn't help myself, the loneliness and isolation had really gotten to
me. I smiled broadly and shouted out, "Nick, you came to see me..." But
before I could say more, Nick came forward and pressed an electric prod
right into the front of my white underpants. The surge of power went
through my penis and I fell to the floor.

Nick turned to Percy and said, "I thought you said your new slaveboy was
well trained? Glad I brought along my pocket-sized electric prod."

Before Percy could answer I looked up and said, "C'mon, Nick, it's me, your
best buddy. We did so many things...." He lifted me by my collar and tossed
me face down over the bed. My feet were on the floor but my chest was
against the top of the bed. He asked Percy for a paddle. When I looked over
my shoulder, I saw that the dark-haired jock had pulled off his school
jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He lifted his arm high
and brought it down with a loud WHACK on my exposed butt cheeks.

I yelled in pain and Nick snarled, "Oh, you slaveboys are so
melodramatic. I hardly even touched you."

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! As I felt my buttcheeks burning up from the
intense heat, I remembered how Nick had treated the indentured servants in
his own home. He was always teasing them, finding excuses to punish them,
mocking them in front of his friends. I felt ashamed at that moment that I
had joined in on the laughter at those unfortunate creatures. Now I was one
myself.

I was still lying there trying to recover from the intense pain in my
bottom, when I heard Nick ask, "How often do you paddle this slaveboy's
ass?"

"Well, mostly he's very obedient and good, so I don't have to...."

"That's your problem, you wimp. You've got to keep slaves, especially newly
indentured boys like this one, on their toes. There's always going to be
something your slaveboy isn't doing fast enough, or sometime when the slave
doesn't show you proper respect in his tone of voice. Damn, I should be the
one breaking him in. I'd paddle him every day."

I was remembering all the great times I'd had with Nick, how we talked
about everything. I was there for him when his pet dog died. Come to think
of it, he was always tender and loving with the dog. Not like the way he
treated the indentured servants.

"Have him get me something to drink," Nick said without any attempt to be
polite, even though he was talking to Percy.

Percy ordered me to go to the kitchen in his suite of rooms and get both
iced tea and lemonade. I noticed Percy was using a harsher tone of voice
than he usually did. No doubt trying to impress Nick.

When I brought back the pitchers and glasses, Nick ordered me to display
for an examination. He laughed about my white briefs, saying he remembered
back when I used to wear those undies everyday. Then he pushed them down
and started feeling me up. His hands felt my shoulders, then down my
arms. Then he rubbed my pecs and tweaked my nipples. Then he got behind me
and was spending a long time feeling my butt cheeks.

I felt a smack and then he said, "Bend over, slaveboy." I bent and put my
hands on my knees. Then I heard the snap of a rubber glove. Did Nick
actually travel with his own gloves? He was trying to push a finger into my
dry anus, then he asked Percy if there was anything he could use for
lube. I heard movement behind me, but I couldn't see what was going
on. Later on, I would return a stick of butter to Percy's refrigerator.

I felt the creamy consistency lathered around my butthole. Then I felt Nick
plunge his finger into me. I grunted from the discomfort. Nick's other hand
was massaging my ass cheeks as he said, "I always liked your butt,
dude. Liked how nice it looked in a pair of jeans. I liked it even better
seeing you walk around in just those tight white briefs, and now bare ass
naked."

Nick then addressed Percy as he added, "You've got to invite me over after
this one becomes legal age to fuck. I'll give this slaveboy's ass a ride
he'll never forget."

"Well, as we discussed, my slave can give you a hand job."

Nick came around me then and ordered me to get down on my knees. He
unzipped his pants and reached in for his cock. But Percy interrupted, "If
you want my slave to do anything for you, you'll have to strip down naked,
Nick."

"Aw, c'mon man. It's not like I'm a slave or something, dude." There was
silence and then he went on, "You just want me naked because you want a
good look at my body, you little homo."

"Be that as it may. He's my slave and he can only do things with my
permission."

"What the hell," Nick said as he tugged off his shirt and pushed down his
school pants. With his boxer shorts exposed, he had to lean down and untie
his shoelaces before he could step out of the trousers. Then it was like he
was teasing Percy, playing with his stiff cock through the boxers. "Slave,
take it out," he said as he stood in front of me.

But Percy objected, "Everything, Nick. I get to see you totally naked."

Nick gave a grunt of disgust as he peeled down his boxers. His cut cock
popped up high in front of him, at more than a 90-degree angle from his
body. He waved it from side to side, looking at Percy as he did so. Percy
wasn't hiding the fact that he was enjoying this show, rubbing the tent in
his own pants.

"Well, if I had to go to all that trouble to get fully naked in front of
you, Percy, I want something in return." Nick opened the cupboard where all
the slave punishment apparatus was kept. But instead of pulling out a whip
or tawse, he grabbed a length of rope. He glared at me and said, "Put your
knees up to your chest and grab your hands together around your feet."

Before I knew what was happening, Nick had me tied up like that. I think
it's called hogtied. My feet and hands were all tied together up in the
air. I was on my back looking up at him helpless. Then he knelt beside my
face, pumping his erection.

I looked up at the leaking erection as it moved toward my face. I figured
he was going to make me lick it, as others had done before. But instead he
poked his hard-on right into my mouth. I spit it out and turned my head
away.

Percy snapped, "Hey, you're not allowed to do that. You know he's not of
age."

"Yes," Nick explained. "And you're not allowed to use a slave for insertion
sex until he's 18. I know that. Everybody knows that. It's a serious crime
to put your dick in a slave of this age. But it's only a crime if they
catch you doing it.

"Listen, if you put your dick in a slave's asshole, somebody could find out
what you did. There's evidence. They say there are fewer creases in the
crack once a dude got dick shoved up there. But if you fuck a slaveboy's
mouth, what evidence is left? That's what my dad taught me. Once you feed
him your load, you wash his mouth out and who can prove you did anything
wrong?"

"B-but it's against the law and my grandfather...."

"Damn, Percy, you're a pansy in more ways than one. What're you scared of,
dude?"

With that Nick slid his cock into my mouth faster than I could react. He
looked down into my face with a nasty expression and snarled, "And I better
not feel any teeth on it or you'll get a punishment you won't soon forget,
Peyton."

Percy mumbled to himself, "He's my slave. Only I can allow punishments."

Nick didn't give me any time to get used to the invasion of my mouth. He
grabbed my ears and was pumping in and out. As soon as he laid his cock on
my tongue, it was already leaking pre-cum. I gagged when he hit the back of
my throat, but he wouldn't let up. I saw that Percy had pulled his boner
out of his pants and was tugging up and down on it. But Percy wasn't paying
attention to me. He was looking at Nick's naked body, and especially Nick's
ass muscles as they pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth.

Just then the world seemed to stop. I heard the judge's voice, but louder
than I'd ever heard it before. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Nick pulled his dick out of my mouth and covered his crotch with his
hands. He looked around for his clothes, but Percy had moved them to the
side. So he was fully exposed as the fat old man came toward him. "What you
were doing is illegal," the judge intoned solemnly.

"Yeh, but, it's like my dad always says: fucking a slaveboy's mouth doesn't
leave any evidence. It's not like fucking his butt where you leave evidence
that could be...."

"Silence, boy! That doesn't change anything about the fact that what you
were doing is illegal. Do you know that I'm an officer of the court? I'm
charged with following the law? I could make an arrest right now and you
would be enslaved before the week is out."

"No, no, you can't, Judge Snow," the boy gasped desperately. "My dad is
Mr. Jonas, the industrialist. He has lots of money and he's very powerful."

There was a sly smile on the old man's face as he replied, "So that's your
father, is it? That's the person who told you that you could get away with
fucking an underage slaveboy in the mouth because it wouldn't leave
evidence? I wonder how Mr. Jonas would fare in my courtroom if I gave him a
lie detector and asked if he had ever used an underage boy's mouth?"

"No! Please, sir. I'm sorry. Just let me put on my clothes and go. I'm just
a kid. I did something stupid. Couldn't you just...."

"You're asking me to bend the law for you, boy?" The judge sounded
incredulous.

There was a pleading look on Nick's face as he turned to Percy. Percy was
still masturbating himself, now with his cock out of his fly, and clearly
enjoying the sight of Nick's pert ass.

"Gee, Grandpa," the boy said, not pausing in his jerking off. "Maybe you
could come up with some sort of punishment for Nick right here? Y'know, it
would be a shame to ruin his whole life for one dumb mistake he made."

Judge Snow seemed to be thinking about it. He sat back in an armchair and I
saw his hand moving at his crotch. "Would you accept an equivalent
punishment, boy? If you don't, I'll just have to have you arrested. And
with the testimony of myself and my grandson, you'll be a slave -- maybe
for three years, maybe for a lot more."

"N-no, sir. Anything but that. I'll accept whatever kind of punishment you
want to give me." I saw Nick's eyes wander to the punishment cabinet. Was
he expecting a paddling or worse?

"Get on your knees, Nick. On your knees right in front of me."

"Wh-what?"

"Are you stupid, lad? Do as I said." Nick fell to his knees directly in
front of the judge's armchair and looked up at the old man. "I believe in
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I wish our justice system worked
that way. If you put out someone's eye, then the court would put out your
eye. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Nick?"

The dark-haired boy shook his head. Then I watched as the old man pulled
his thick uncut cock out of his pants. When Nick saw that he drew back as
the judge said, "Your crime was using Percy's slaveboy to suck your
cock. So the obvious punishment is to have your mouth used for
cocksucking."

"Y-you c-can't do that, sir. I'm a free boy. Plus I'm the same age as your
slave here. If it's illegal to put your dick in a slave's mouth at his age,
it's certainly illegal...."

"Don't you dare lecture me on what's legal and what's not." Without taking
his eyes from Nick's face the old man called to his grandson, "Percy, you
heard Nick here assure me that he's 18, right?"

"Right, Grandfather."

"And you heard Nick here tell me how much he loves sucking cock, especially
for fat old men, right?"

"Absolutely, Grandfather."

Judge Snow glared down at Nick and just waved his cock. The boy moved very
slowly to take the dripping cock between his lips. As soon as his lips made
contact, he made retching sounds. The judge slapped his face and he
continued. I watched the head of the old man's erection halfway disappear
into Nick's mouth. Then the judge pushed down on the back of Nick's head
and more of his penis disappeared into the unwilling boy's throat.

That's when the judge turned to his grandson and said, "This is a real
good-looking one, Percy. Not quite as cute as the one we recently
purchased, but real nice young athlete's body. Come on over here and have a
feel."

Percy came over and started touching Nick's back. Nick lifted his face from
the old man's cock and was about to protest, but the judge pushed his head
back down and said, "Keep going, boy. It's this or enslavement." Then he
mused, "Perhaps I could make a provision in your enslavement order that
you're to be sold in Florida. You know they just lowered the age of full
use in Florida so there'd be a lot of cocks down your throat right off the
bat."

As Nick sucked the old man's cock, Percy was fondling the boy's ass cheeks
and rubbing his hand up and down in Nick's crack. The old man was holding
Nick by the ears and pumping his head up and down, forcing the boy to slide
his face up and down on the thick cock. Meanwhile, Percy was pressing his
entire body against Nick's back, rubbing his cock up and down in Nick's ass
crack.

I saw Percy's body tense up and knew he was shooting all over Nick's lower
back and ass. At the same time the boy's grandfather pushed Nick's head all
the way down into his lap. From the look of pleasure on the old man's face
I knew he was pumping sperm into the boy's throat.

A moment later and Nick was laying on the floor naked, his hair was glued
to his head with sweat, his face was streaked with sperm. He reached around
and felt Percy's cum on his butt cheeks and made a disgusted
expression. Then he looked across the room at his clothes and went to get
them.

"First untie our slaveboy, Nick," Percy said, gaining authority. After he
did, Percy said, "Boy, take our guest into the bathroom. Make sure he uses
mouthwash and washes himself completely. That's an order to you, slaveboy,
so you'd better carry it out or face punishment."

Nick was no longer acting cocky and snide. His head was down as I led him
into the bathroom. I poured some mouthwash into a cup and handed it to
him. In a quiet voice, he said, "I'm not gonna drink this stuff. I'm going
straight home and swab my mouth and then see that damn judge arrested."

I calmly said, "Sir, you know what the punishment is for a free man who
blocks a slave from following his master's expressed order. Although
slaveboys are punished for touching free men, a slave is allowed to do so
if someone is preventing that slave from...."

He knocked the cup out of my hand and said, "Fuck you, slaveboy."

I grabbed him and pulled him over my lap. I was always just that much
stronger than Nick. I was always just a little bit better athlete than he
was. Was his attempt to humiliate me revenge for that? Or was he just an
asshole who mistreated slaves, any slave, even his former best buddy.

As I spanked him I softly and calmly said, "You could report me for this,
Nick. You certainly could. And the judge would be required to punish me
appropriately. But remember one thing, you stupid little twat. I'm not a
lifetime indenture. I'm on a three year indenture. Less than three years
from now I'll be free, I'll be back, and I could tell everybody about how I
watched you suck that old man's nasty old cock."

He fell to the floor. I picked him up and took him in the shower. I was
soaping him all over, paying special attention to his butt that had been
marked with Percy's spunk. As I washed him I was saying, "We were
buddies. We were best buddies. We used to laugh together and call Percy
names. We used to insult homos and fags and queers and pansies. But after
the way you treated me today I was glad to see the judge force you to take
his cock down your throat. And by the way, Nicky, I never sucked my
master's cock, even though you now have."

Then I plunged the bar of soap right into his mouth. "Since you won't drink
the mouthwash and I have to find a way to follow my master's orders...." He
gagged and spit and filled his mouth with water from the shower to get rid
of the taste of the soap.

At that point the door opened and Percy stepped in to watch us. He was
dressed again and once again rubbing the front of his pants, enjoying the
school's two best jocks naked together in the shower. Nick never looked my
way again as he dressed and left.

An incident even more upsetting to me happened just a week after Nick's
visit. Percy had gone out to some movie he wanted to see. I would have
loved to see that movie, but slaveboys were not welcome in movie
theaters. Judge Snow brought me from Percy's rooms to his study. There were
four other men sitting around the table, all of them old and out of
shape. I recognized the headmaster of my old school, but didn't try to
acknowledge him. I knew he was a man who always treated a slave like a
slave.

I was there to fill their glasses and come around with food. If someone at
the table said, "Cheese sandwich," I had to make one as fast as I could. If
he didn't think I'd done it fast enough, I'd get a swat on my butt. Soon
enough, as the men got more drunk, I didn't have to make any mistake to
earn some swats on the butt. They had pulled down just the back of my white
briefs, leaving the front in place, so they could see how red my cheeks
were getting.

Soon after that they didn't care about food any longer. I was positioned
under the table, giving hand jobs to the men as they demanded them. The
headmaster seemed especially eager to have me work on his cock. Each time I
did he would look down right into my face and caress my cheek.

Then the man pushed his chair away from the table and said, "Open wide,
slaveboy."

I looked up at him and didn't do anything. He looked to the judge and said,
"He is trained in drinking piss, isn't he?"

"Well, not yet...."

"Then I'm doing you a favor," the headmaster snapped as he pinched my nose
to force my mouth open. His cockhead went between my lips and I could
already taste the foul smell of pee. Then he let go and a stream went down
my throat. I swallowed a little just because it came so fast. But then I
felt like retching. I began to cough and the penis fell out of my lips. I
was getting splashed with pee right on my face and it was dripping down my
chest and onto my crotch.

"Goddamn, untrained slaveboy," The headmaster shouted as he began to smack
me all over the head. He dragged me out from under the table and said,
"Look at how you've soiled your master's floor. Now lick it up, every drop
of it. Show that you're worthwhile for something."

I put my face down into a puddle of pee and felt the man start to hit my
ass hard with a small switch he kept in his pocket. I was trying to lap up
the foul liquid as fast as I could, but kept on feeling like I was going to
throw up.

Then I heard Percy's voice, loud and clear, saying, "Grandfather, I need my
slaveboy now." There was an emphasis on the words "My" and "Now" that
couldn't be missed.

I looked up at Percy and saw that he was standing rigid, but he seemed to
be shaking. His grandfather sounded kindly as he said, "Can't you see I'm
entertaining now, lad? My guests are in the middle of...."

I had never heard Percy speak this forcefully to the old man. And I'd
certainly never heard the boy cut off his grandfather in mid-sentence. He
said, "Grandfather, you have more than a dozen other slaveboys you could
use in any way you wish. You made it quite clear to me that this one was my
property. Therefore it's my determination how he is to be used and how he
is to be punished."

The room was silent as Percy came over to me and ordered me to stand up and
follow him to his rooms. I dutifully obliged, never looking back at that
nasty headmaster who was abusing me so.

When we got to Percy's room he broke down. There were tears coming down his
face as he said, "Nothing is ever mine. How dare they? How the fuck dare
he? Everything here belongs to my grandfather. If I wanted to take a switch
to a slave, I'd need my grandfather's permission. But then he bought
you. He said you were a gift to me. That you belonged totally to me. That I
was now an official slave holder. Then what does he do...?"

I knew it was totally wrong for a slave to do, but I put my arms around
Percy and put his head on my shoulder. I patted his back up and down. I
don't know how long I stood there before I realized I was probably passing
the smell of piss onto Percy. I whispered in his ear, "Master, perhaps I
could help you shower now?"

He looked right into my eyes and gave a little kiss on my lips, even though
they still reeked of the headmaster's pee. Right then I thought of Percy as
my hero. I had mocked him so much as the school fairy, but in fact he had
stood up to his gruff grandfather to save me from more humiliation. I
helped my young master to undress and washed him in the shower. Then it was
his turn. He wanted to wash me.

We were both naked when we got to the bedroom. Percy softly said, "I want
you to double-check that all the doors to my suite are locked." I did as he
said. This wasn't something he normally cared about.

He told me to get on the bed on my back. But it didn't sound like an order,
more like a suggestion. He stroked my cock. Then he lifted himself up and I
realized his butt was hovering over my erection. He pressed my dickhead
against his hole and started to work his way down onto my boner. Oh fuck!
Percy was fucking himself on my cock.

Without even thinking and without addressing him correctly, I whispered,
"We could both get in so much trouble for this!"

He grinned down at me and whispered, "It would be worth it to me, darling
boy." Then with a chuckle he added, "Besides, I'm a free boy. Nobody checks
the butthole of a free boy to see if there's damage." Then he rode my cock
until I shot a load of slave sperm up his butthole. He jerked off then with
my cock still deep up inside him. After he came all over my chest and
belly, he worked his way off my withering penis. He wrapped his arms around
me, kissed me on the lips, and said goodnight.

Things went along smoothly for a while after that. I think Percy gained his
grandfather's respect. Every now and then I'd hear the old man say
something like, "I'm going to need a full staff to serve at the party this
weekend. Can I borrow Peyton?" Percy would always say yes.





CHAPTER THREE: MOVING TO FLORIDA

Then there was suddenly a lot of turmoil in the house. School was out for
the year and Percy and his grandfather were going away for the summer. I
had to help pack and keep inventory of Percy's extensive wardrobe. I looked
forward to the summer with mixed feelings. I figured O'd be rid of the two
men who were my masters. But what would I get in return?

The day before they were going to leave, they called me in to try on
outfits. One outfit looked like a jockstrap in front, the mesh fabric
nearly see-thru so anyone could see every detail of my cock. In the back,
instead of two straps on my ass cheeks, there was just a thin string that
ran up my buttcrack. Another outfit had the waistband of briefs, but just a
little pouch in front and nothing to cover my cheeks. That was when I found
out I would be traveling with Percy and the judge. I'd be going with them
on vacation.

I knew the way slaveboys traveled. At least Judge Snow brought in
professionals to put me in a cage with a water source and a tube from my
penis to get rid of my piss. The workmen put the cage into a box, and I
felt myself being lifted up and carried. I kept trying to identify the
movements and sensations after that. I heard the sounds of an airport. When
we were in the air I finally managed to sleep and didn't wake up until I
felt my crate being carried. It seemed as though I'd been placed in the
back of a truck.

When the crate was finally opened, I was inside a house. There was a large
archway leading to a terrace and I could see the ocean from where I
stood. We were somewhere sunny. I looked and saw the judge and Percy and,
naked as I was, I took the slave rest position, presenting myself to them,
a little excited to be somewhere new.

Then the judge said, "Welcome to Florida, boy."

There were goosebumps all over my body. Florida's laws were different from
those in New York State. Slaveboys my age could be used for any sex act
their owner wished. Percy and his grandfather walked slowly around me. They
looked like starving men contemplating a fine dinner. The only difference
being the way one or the other of them would grab at his crotch.

The two of them ordered me to move a horse from the corner. It was a
leather-covered piece of furniture with adjustments on the side, and looked
like an antique. I was ordered to lay on it with my belly on the leather
top and my feet on the floor. But Percy wasn't satisfied. He wanted me on
my back, he said, because he wanted to be able to see my face.

My arms were pulled down beside me and strapped to the sides of the
horse. My hips were lifted up and my legs pulled back by leather straps,
such that my knees were on my chest and my feet were in the air. I could
feel the cool air of the fans hitting my spread open anus and immediately
realized this would be an easy position to stick something up a guy's ass.

A latch was dropped and the panel holding my head fall back. I tried to
hold my head up, but it was too much strain on my neck. My head dropped so
I was looking at the room upside-down. From that vantage point I watched
Percy and his grandfather get naked together. I remembered that the day I
arrived both of them had pulled out their dicks for me to play with. But
this was the first time I saw the two of them stripped bare together. They
were smiling at each other and each stroking his own dick to erection. Then
the judge reached out and fondled his grandson's stiff cock. Percy did the
same in return, rubbing his grandfather's thick foreskin up and down.

"He's your property, boy," the old man said.

Percy came close to my face. I could smell his balls. He hadn't showered
since our plane trip. He rubbed his leaking cock back and forth on my face,
leaving streaks of pre-cum. Then he rubbed it right on my lips. I kept my
mouth shut. I just felt so panicky. The judge put his large hands under my
jawbone and pressed on my throat. My mouth opened and Percy was rubbing his
engorged cock on my tongue.

When Percy thrust forward I gagged and he instantly pulled back. But his
grandfather put a hand on the boy's bare ass and pushed him forward. "You
can't let the grunts of some melodramatic slaveboy interfere with your
pleasure, Percy." The old man's hand seemed to be guiding the boy's hips as
the cock thrust in and out of my throat. I started to get used to it. I was
sucking Percy's cock.

But my body tensed up when I realized the judge was now between my spread
legs. His fingers were covered with something greasy and he was working his
hand around and around my spread anus. Then he pushed one finger into me
and started fingerfucking my asshole. I couldn't help myself. The movement
of his finger was inflaming me and I started sucking Percy's cock more
vigorously.

Soon there were two fingers in me, thrusting and working around and
around. Then a third finger. I was being stretched too much and it hurt
me. But I couldn't protest as my young master's cock was riding fast in and
out of my throat.

"You're his master. You should go first down here," the old judge said.

Percy pulled out of my mouth and moved down between my legs. I looked up
and saw him there waving his stiff prick. I felt the dickhead press against
my hole. Then just the head pushed into me. "I d-don't want to hurt him,
grandpa."

"Oh, stop dilly dallying around. We're here to break this boy in for proper
sex. Now put it in him."

The old man stood behind Percy and pushed the boy forward so that his cock
slid all the way into my asshole. I cried out. Percy slid back. His
grandfather pushed him forward once again. Then Percy got into a
rhythm. Here I was, the boy who had been the school athlete, so popular,
always with a girlfriend, and I was strapped down to a horse, getting my
ass fucked by the school pansy.

Once Percy was enjoying his ride, the old man moved back around to my head,
lowered the panel again and I found my nose stuffed against his big smelly
balls. He ordered me to lick off the day's worth of sweat between his fat
thighs. Percy was fucking me faster and harder as I lapped at the big hairy
balls in front of me. Then Judge Snow shoved his uncut cock deep down my
throat. He didn't pull back when I gagged, but started off with a hard
fucking pace.

So I had lost my virginity at both ends. Well, not the virginity I always
dreamed of losing when I was still a schoolboy. My mouth and ass were both
invaded my cocks. I was now a full use slaveboy.

Even though my face was between the judge's thighs, I could see a little of
what was going on above me. I felt the judge shift his body forward and
when I looked up I saw that the old man was passionately tongue kissing his
grandson. As if everything wasn't already gross enough. It turned out our
school pansy had been turned that way by his own grandfather.

Percy grunted and groaned into the old man's mouth and I felt him ram his
dick hard and deep as it could go. I couldn't feel cum shooting inside
me. That must just be something they write in porn stories. But I could
feel his cock pulsing, going thicker and deeper. Percy sort of fell right
across my body, so his face was close to his grandfather's crotch. The
judge didn't seem to care since he pulled out of my throat right at that
moment. He couldn't wait to get his dick up my butt.

The old man stood between my legs and slammed the full length of his cock
all the way into me. I howled. His cock was thicker and longer than
Percy's, and he was making no attempt to be gentle. I could feel his hairy
bush grind into my balls. I could feel his pendulous balls rest on my
smooth butt cheeks. He started to fuck deep and hard right away. He would
pull his uncut cock almost all the way out of my ass, and then slam it all
the way in with one thrust.

I was thankful then that Percy, with the thinner, shorter cock, had gone
first up my butt. The old man was sweating heavily as he rammed my upturned
rear end. He ordered Percy to "have the slaveboy clean off your cock."

"B-but, grandpa, we didn't clean out the slave in advance. It's dirty."

"Dammit, boy, you sound like one of those slave's rights idiots. Now stuff
it in the boy's face."

I looked up and could see a sorry expression on Percy's face as he rubbed
his filthy cockhead on my lips. I gagged tasting my own ass. And the
workings of my tongue made Percy fully erect again. When the judge realized
the boy had another hard-on, the old man slid easily out of my hole and
grinned at his grandson. Percy once again took his place between my legs
and easily slid his boner deep into me. His gentleness was a relief after
the treatment my hole received from the old man.

But the judge didn't come back to use my mouth. Instead he stood behind
Percy. His hands wrapped around the boy and he was caressing the slim
body. Then the old man was doing something intently. I could barely believe
it as I watched. The old man was fucking his own grandson up the ass. Percy
was the middle of a fuck sandwich. His dick was in me and his grandfather's
dick was inside him.

Judge Snow was going wild with passion, his hands playing with every part
of Percy's naked body, and his lips licking at Percy's neck and
shoulder. It was clear the two of them were used to having sex together. I
wondered how many years they had been doing it -- the great Judge Snow who
always follows the law!

Soon enough Percy was lying forward, collapsed across my body. His
grandfather was lying on top of Percy's back, breathing heavily with a
reddened face.

The old man left us and Percy took me into the shower. I got down and
washed around his butt. I washed the filthy spunk that was dripping down
the backs of his thighs. He insisted on washing me in return, paying a lot
of attention to my ass. He dressed me in a clean slave uniform, just a
little strip of cloth that looked like the waistband and the font of a
jockstrap with nothing in the back. "This is what grandfather has selected
for you to wear in Florida."

I spent the summer servicing the sexual needs of these two males. The older
man would always ask Percy's permission when he wanted to borrow me for the
night. He would treat me like I was a whore, rolling around the bed with
me, ordering me to lick his sweaty body anywhere he chose. He was
disgusting. And always he would end with fucking me, usually on my belly
with him laying his great weight down on my back.

Nobody told me that we weren't going back north. I just heard the
conversations around me and realized that Judge Snow had decided to retire
to Florida. I was now a slaveboy resident of a state that allowed me to be
used for any sexual purpose. Percy would be going to a new school in
Florida and, unlike his northern school, boys were allowed to bring slaves
along with them. Of course I had to kneel beside wherever Percy sat in each
of his classes. I had been a much better student than Percy, so when we got
home it was my job to write his research papers or prepare him for quizzes.

It didn't take me long to realize that this school was for gay boys, and
the faculty was also all gay. But the slaveboys were all straight. Or at
least all of us used to be straight. Percy became very popular with the
other boys, in part because they all wanted to touch and fondle me and talk
about how cute I was. At lunchtime Percy would eat with a group of boys on
the school's parkland. Not everyone had a slave with them, but this group
usually had two or three others. There were times when Percy would
generously offer my services to suck the cocks of his new buddies. No
wonder he was popular at school.

I was thankful that the school did not allow any fucking on campus. But
Percy's new friends were always coming over to the house to "hang out," and
hanging out always seemed to include fucking me in the butt. As one of the
gay boys from school would slide in and out of my hole, Percy would tell
stories about my former life. He would boast how his slave had once been
captain of the school baseball team and held a record for the swim team. He
would tell them about all the girlfriends I'd had, and sometimes even told
them about the gay slurs I used to call him at school.

Some of these gay boys wanted to kiss me tenderly. Others wanted to bend me
over the horse and work my ass with a paddle or tawse. Percy was just glad
to have friends, and was too naive to see the way these boys were using
him. I wondered, since all of them are gay, why aren't they kissing or
having sex with Percy? But from what I heard around the school, it just
wasn't the thing to do to have sex with a fellow gay student. The boys all
turned to their straight slaveboys for sex.

The faculty members were shameless in grabbing my exposed ass, patting it,
pinching it, or slapping it. Percy loaned me to the school for the faculty
retreat. When I arrived at the cabin with eight adult male faculty members,
I realized I was the only slave there for the weekend. It was a sex orgy
and I would get stuffed by all of those cocks numerous times over the
following two days.

Back home in his rooms with the doors locked, Percy was tender and loving
to me. He preferred to have me fuck him. But often he just wanted us to
hold each other and kiss. I started to look forward to this gentle time
together with this boy I had once bullied in school.


PEYTON'S DAD RETURNS

Then, a few months into the school year, I was called into Judge Snow's
study. I first saw Percy and it looked like he had been crying, his head
was down and he was wiping his eyes. Then when I looked up I saw that my
father was standing next to the judge. But my father wasn't dressed as a
slave. He was wearing one of his fine Italian suits with a silk tie.

I couldn't help myself, I cried out, "Dad, you came for me..." and raised
my arms up.

It was my own father who reached out with a prod and gave me a shock so
that I fell backwards. I heard my father's voice say, "I thought you said
you had the boy well trained."

"He is well trained," Percy pouted. "He's just shocked to see you, I'm
sure."

I was told to stand at slave display so my father could examine my
body. His hands were thorough and rough. He squeezed my pecs and then
pinched and toyed with my nipples. As he touched me all over, he spoke
(ostensibly) to the judge. "As you know I was exonerated of the charges. I
didn't have to go to jail or be enslaved. I have you to thank for that,
Judge. It was the money you gave me for my son's... I mean, for my former
son's indenture, that put me over the top. The judge in my trial was very
grateful for my contribution to his favorite charity." (I knew that was a
polite way of saying a bribe.)

My father was hefting my balls and then sliding his fingers up and down my
cock as he went on, "Of course my first impulse was to buy this boy out of
his indenture. But, as you know, I was flat broke. I had to start with
minimal funds. Wouldn't do for me to get myself into debt and end up
indentured after everything else. But I've had some lucky breaks since
then. Got some tips on investments, and I've returned for my former son."

Now it was not appropriate to talk to a slaveboy or explain anything to a
slaveboy, but it was clear my father's story was meant to inform me about
the status of everything. I stood taller, my chest out, when I realized my
father was indeed there to save me from my life as a pleasure slave to
Percy. He had come to take me away.

Until I looked down I didn't even realize that my cock had gone erect in my
father's hand. Then, just as if I had never been his son, he ordered me to
bend over at the waist. I bent and rested my hands on my calves, my rump
upturned. I felt my father's fingers spreading open my cheeks and then
probing inside me. The judge said, "It's quite an exquisite ass. I hope
you'll enjoy it with us."

"You did make that a provision of our contract, Judge, that I stay for a
little party this evening." My father's finger was deep in my upturned
butt. By this time I was used to being filled with fingers, tongues and
cocks, so this shouldn't have been a problem for me. But, hell, this was my
own father, the man who had raised me, who I'd trusted.

My father seemed to have a really good time at the party. I shook my head
at one point and realized I was lying on my side on a huge bed, my father's
cock plunged all the way up my butt, and I was facing Percy, who was
equally naked, and getting buttfucked by his own grandfather.

Percy and I just looked into each other's faces and started to kiss. Our
bodies were intertwined as much as could be, since each of us had a thick
cock up our rear ends.

The judge chuckled, "Young lovers. Maybe your boy isn't as straight as you
thought. Maybe he likes boys...?"

I stopped kissing Percy and took my hands off him. My dad was now ramming
into my bottom, slamming me deeper than I'd felt before. He had his arm
around me and was bending me over. He rammed in hardest of all and I felt
his cock pulse inside me. He grunted loud and bit my shoulder.

As my father gathered me off the bed, Percy started crying. I turned to try
to help him, but my father grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward the
door. "For god's sake, boy! He's not your master anymore. I'm your master
and your focus must be on what your master wants,"

I knew I should be jubilant at that moment. I was with my father. I figured
I was going to be free. But I felt bad for Percy. I slept very soundly that
night sharing a big bed with my dad. We both just fell into the bed and
were sound asleep. I slept comfortably that night, assured that I'd be
freed the next day and able to go back to my former life.

But then I was woken up by the feeling of something thick pushing against
my asshole. I realized where I was and realized who I was with. "Dad! What
are you doing?" I cried out.

"C'mon, boy, you've been taking cock from that grubby old man and his pansy
grandson, you could certainly take a real man's cock."

"B-but, D-dad... I thought you were going to...?"

"Look, boy, I'm a man with needs. Most all my adult life I've had slaveboys
to take care of those needs. Last night was the first time in so long I've
had that kind of physical pleasure. And frankly, boy, your ass is a lot
nicer than our old slaveboy, Slim."

I pulled away from him and got off the bed. I held my hands over my exposed
penis, naked as I was, and looked at him wide-eyed. "B-but, I'm your son. I
thought you came to rescue me from being a slaveboy. I thought..."

He sat up with his feet over the side of the bed and his voice took on a
clipped tone as he said, "Well, yes, as a matter of fact when I saw you at
the Snow residence last night I had every intention of freeing you." There
was an ominous pause before he continued, "But now I'm not so sure, boy."

I just stood there, frozen to the spot, not knowing what to say. Dad
continued in a quiet, reasoned voice, "If I were to free you now, Peyton, I
would have a snotty know-it-all teenager who wouldn't lift a finger to help
me, in spite of the decline in my style of living." I looked around. The
apartment actually seemed very nice. It wasn't nearly like the house we had
lived in, but I knew my father wasn't starving.

"If I keep you as a slaveboy, son..." He seemed to be thinking of how he
wanted to finish that sentence. His hand went down to his exposed penis and
he was stroking it slowly up and down. I watched it thicken and grow
longer. "If I keep you as a slaveboy, then you must do as I say and I at
least get some pleasure from having you here." I saw a droplet of pre-cum
in my father's piss slit. He snapped his fingers right next to his cockhead
and just glared at me.

I crawled over to him on the floor and he shoved his dripping cock into my
mouth. "For the last few months, Peyton, you were the property of Percy and
his grandfather. You had to suck their filthy cocks anytime they
said. Well, boy, now you're my property. And you will suck my cock. Do you
understand?"

I was sucking up and down, trying to get this over with but trying to block
out what I was doing. MY father stopped me and grabbed me by the collar,
lifting my face up as he said, "I asked you if you understood, boy?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" I snapped back obediently.

He shoved on the back of my head stuffing his thick erection all the way
down my throat once more. "And don't you forget that, slaveboy. If you
don't address your master correctly, I'll put you over the horse for a
paddling."

I went back to sucking, no longer feeling so assured that I would be set
free from my indenture. Taking care of my father's cock, I was more unsure
than I had ever been. Things would go downhill from there.

On any given day, I never knew whether he wanted me to call him dad or
master. Whatever I said, he would find fault and give me a swat on my
butt. He dressed me in the latest trend in slaveboy outfits which meant my
butt was always exposed and my dick was covered by the flimsiest
material. When I looked in the mirror the reflection was obscene. My penis
and balls were clearly outlined in the pouch, and my butt cheeks were
separated and displayed by the strap in the back.

That's the way dad started taking me out on errands. The first time he
snapped a chain to my collar and dragged me to the door in my skimpy
outfit, i pulled back and shook my head. He swatted my butt four times with
a thick paddle, so of course my butt was gleaming red as my father led me
on the chain. I just looked at the ground, trying not to get totally
humiliated.

To make matters worse, my dad's apartment was just two blocks from the main
street of Gaytown, the part of this city where almost all the gays lived,
and all his errands seemed to involve going to those blocks. That first day
we didn't go far before an elderly gentleman stopped us saying, "That'a
fine piece of slaveflesh you've got yourself there."

Dad stopped and smiled to the man. "He was my son. Some temporary financial
difficulties. But he's been a good boy. He knows this helps out the
family."

The old man had his hand on my butt cheeks as he chuckled, "Good boy? These
marks on his rear end don't seem like the result of being a good boy."

Dad chuckled together with this stranger. "Well, you know how boys this age
can be. Sometimes they need to be encouraged or corrected." At that point I
saw the old guy adjust his cock in the front of his suit trousers. Then I
saw my father exchange business cards with that man before we went our
separate way.

Later on I was hitched to the slave post out front of a store where dad was
negotiating for something. Two men came over, both over 6-feet, one very
muscled, the other one just fat, they both towered over me. And their hands
were all over me, feeling me up, pinching my nipples, slapping my butt
cheeks. I squirmed around, unable to move away from the slave post, when
the fat one slapped my butt really hard and said, "Free men are allowed to
examine a slaveboy who is left on public display in a public place."

I was stammering, something I'd never done before. "P-p-please, sir. I
don't know if my master would approve."

At that moment my dad walked out of the store and said, "Whether your
master would approve of what, boy?"

The fat man did the talking. "We were examining this slaveboy and he got
all uppity about it."

"B-but, da... but, sir... I didn't...."

Dad smacked me hard across the face. "How dare you speak out like
that. Don't you know a slave only speaks to answer a master's question?"
Then he turned to the fat man and said, "Of course you should have your
rights because of my boy's rudeness. Will a paddle do?"

My dad retrieved a small paddle he kept in his briefcase and handed it to
the man. I was made to bend forward against the side of a building. From
the back there was only the waistband and the top of the middle strap that
showed, my buttcheeks displayed high and spread. We were in the gay part of
town. A crowd soon formed as the heavyset man toyed with the
paddle. Clearly he relished being part of this spectacle and having an
audience.

The first swat of the paddle was fast and hard. I called out loudly and the
crowd cheered. I stayed silent for the second swat, biting my lower lip. At
that point, with a crowd gathered, my father told his story: about how he'd
had to indenture his own son to get back on his feet financially. Somehow
this was turning on a lot of the gays in the crowd and they were exchanging
business cards with my father.

The next night when dad came home, he didn't molest me like he usually
did. He took out some of my old free boy clothes. Even though it had barely
been more than 6 months since I'd been indentured, the clothes were a
little tight on me. I had put on muscle during those months. Dad gave me a
very old pair of white briefs, and my school uniform, including black socks
and shoes. I felt wonderful being dressed! Was my dad going to take me out
somewhere, maybe to a nice restaurant that didn't serve slaves.

For the first time I was leaving the building with my father and I wasn't
totally exposed and humiliated. Dad brought me to a nice hotel. I saw that
there was a nice restaurant and my anticipation was building. But instead
dad took me up to a room on the 8th floor. When the door opened I
recognized the two men from the street: the fat man who had paddled my butt
and his friend, the bodybuilder. I turned to my dad but he put up a hand
and said, "Remember to show these gentlemen that you're a well trained
slaveboy, Peyton." I froze up and looked at the two big men. The fat one
was playing with a big boner in his boxer shorts, the muscle guy had his
hard-on sticking out of his jockstrap.

My dad pushed me toward these two men and said to them, "Remember, he was
my son. I expect he will be my son again, someday. You promised no
permanent marks on him."

"Don't worry," the bodybuilder snapped. "If we hurt the resale value in any
way, you could sue us and collect further damages... especially since he
was your son."

As the door was closing and my father was stepping back into the hall, he
said, "Remember, you're a slaveboy, Peyton. And these nice gentlemen have
paid a lot to have you for the night."

The two nearly-naked men sat on either side of me, as I was dressed in my
school uniform. They were touching my body all over, but through the
clothes. The strongman put his hand down the back of my school pants and
felt my cheeks through my white briefs. I'd been touched and felt up a lot
since my indenture, but this felt strange because I was in my school
clothes.

"We've been told that less than seven months ago you were a free boy, and
you dressed like this for school everyday."

"Y-yesir," I said feeling unusually nervous and not sure what was going on.

"Funny thing is we can strip you and do anything we want to your body now
that you're a slaveboy," said the more talkative heavyset man. "In this
state, at your age, it's legal to do all that with you. But isn't it funny
how just seven months ago anything we did to you would've been totally
illegal."

The muscleman laughed in a way that made me think he was stoned, as he
added, "Doing stuff you're not allowed to do is hot. Knowing you're doing
something illegal makes it nastier." With that they announced that they
wanted to pretend it was seven months ago and I was still a free boy going
to an expensive school. They tied me up fully dressed, and then they pulled
open my shirt and pushed down my pants. They actually ripped the white
briefs I was wearing to play with my ass cheeks and my crack.

The fat guy licked out my ass and then guided the bodybuilder's cock up my
hole, pretending they were raping me for the very first time. Then the
heavyset guy fucked my mouth real hard and nasty, holding my ears and
slamming into my throat repeatedly. Before they began the next round, they
strapped me down and beat my body with a paddle.

The next morning when my father picked me up in the hotel room, he had
brought a fresh slavejock for me to wear. He examined my body to make sure
there was no damage, attached a chain to my collar and led me out. I could
tell dad was jn no mood to hear from me. When I tried to speak to him, he
held up a hand and said, "Do you want a tawsing now, lad? Because I'm just
in the mood to do it."

That night he kept me in just my slavejock and drove me to another
hotel. When he stopped the car I quickly mumbled, "Permission to speak,
sir. Please, master."

He snapped his fingers, "Make it fast, boy."

I didn't look at him. I looked down at my lap as I said, "Well, I... I'm
your son... I mean, I was your... Please, sir, how can you sell me like I'm
a whore... Daddy?"

He patted my thigh and in a soft, kindly voice, said, "You don't know what
I'm going through to try to raise enough money, Peyton. The judge let me
buy you back, but on an installment plan because I didn't have quite enough
money on hand. If I fall behind on paying the judge, you and I will both be
back there as slaves serving those homo creeps."

Then he led me into the back door of the hotel. This was a high-class
establishment, but they didn't have any problem with slaveboys being
delivered to guests. It was just that I wasn't allowed to walk around the
hotel on my own. My father had to escort me to the guest's room on the
sixth floor. This man started by showing me pictures of his son, Billy, and
remarking how much I looked like Billy. I saw that we had the same shaped
face, the same coloring, similar bodies, and we were the same age. The man
made tender love to me and kept calling me Billy, insisting I call him dad.

Another time dad brought me to a big mansion and led me in the back
way. Dad and I were taken up to a grand room where a dozen men sat
around. They were all dressed in the finest suits, smoking cigars and
drinking brandy. A rotund silver-haired man presided over this gathering,
which included all the top officers of the bank in town. This man got
everyone's attention and said, "Now for a little after dinner
entertainment. We have with us a father and son -- really, truly, I'm not
making that up. The boy has been indentured and is of age for full use sex
in our state. The father is a free man who has simply agreed to help
entertain us tonight."

My dad grabbed me around and kissed me full on the mouth, shoving his
tongue between my lips. I was shocked. This wasn't something he had ever
done in front of other people. But in fact he was performing for an
audience. He whispered to me, "Be sure to call me daddy throughout,
boy. It's what they're paying for."

He pulled me over his lap to spank my butt, then I got down on my knees and
sucked his cock. Then he laid me across the table, lifted my legs in the
air, and kissed me deeply as he pushed his hard cock into my well-used
bottom. He fucked me slowly, then he fucked me hard and fast. He was
dripping sweat on me and the men in the crowd cheered him on. He collapsed
on top of me, his cock filling me up with spunk. Before my dad could catch
his breath, the silver-haired man pushed dad off me and flipped me on my
belly. I felt this man's fat tummy press down against my lower back and
then I felt his thick erection slide deep into my lubed-up asshole.

Another businessman came up in front of me, unzipped and slipped his
erection into my mouth. I guess it was somehow decided that the man in
charge would get a slow, long ride in my ass, while all the other men would
get oral pleasure from me. As I was sucking the fifth or sixth hairy cock,
I heard a man say to my father, "You were so generous to provide the
entertainment tonight. Come by the bank tomorrow morning. We can definitely
approve that loan."

I sighed to myself. At least my father wasn't selling me cheap. I'm sure he
got a very big loan from the bank. I started to get hopeful. If my dad had
a big loan from the bank, maybe he could give me back my freedom? I could
go back to school, go back to wearing normal clothes, and stop having sex
with nasty old men. I didn't dare ask my father, but I was getting excited
thinking about that prospect.


PART 4: IN A BOY BROTHEL

It turns out my dad had other plans in mind. About a week after the orgy
with the bank directors, my dad spent a long time preparing me one
morning. He wanted to make sure my balls were shaved as smooth as possible,
that there was no sign of my treasure trail or of hair under my arms. This
time when he brought me down to his car, dressed in my usual slavejock, he
cuffed my hands to the handles on my slave collar. Then it turned out he
had a cage in the trunk of his car. He placed me in the cage. As he was
about to close the trunk, I said, "P-please, daddy, wha....? He slammed the
trunk down never replying to me.

When my dad opened the trunk I had no idea where we were. He simply lifted
the cage and carried it with him, like I was luggage. From that angle it's
hard to get a perspective. The next thing I knew I had been carried inside
a building and I was in some kind of office. Oh crap, I thought to myself,
this was going to be another sex performance for some creep who wanted me
caged.

My father sat in a big armchair as two other men pulled open the cage and
pulled me out of it. With my hands cuffed to my slave collar, it would have
been impossible to lift myself up. I was standing facing a handsome, middle
aged man with broad shoulders who sat behind his desk assessing me. He came
around his desk and started to touch me all over, in the manner of a
professional slave dealer. He knew just how he was feeling my pecs, testing
the strength of my arms, then fondling my ass cheeks. He plunged a dry
finger up my butthole. I'd gotten so used to this kind of treatment I
hardly flinched.

Then the man sat in the armchair beside my father, looked at him and said,
"Let's see how good he is with those pretty lips." Dad began to order me to
take out this other man's cock, but stopped when the manager said, "He can
start with you." So I unzipped my father's fly, worked his thick cock out
of his boxer shorts and began sucking him. This is something I did
everyday, so I was used to deep throating his erection, working my lips and
tongue to maximize his pleasure.

I heard the powerfully-built man say, "Now you have my curiosity raised. I
want to know if all that moaning you're doing is real or if you're just
putting on a show to get me impressed with this boy." He grabbed my collar
and pulled my face to his exposed cock. It was sticking up very stiff and
dripping at the tip. I licked off the tip, but this man was impatient, he
just shoved the full length of his meat into the back of my throat. I
gagged, but just a bit and then went right into sucking him. In a strange
way I felt proud that I'd become so good at giving oral sex.

Before the man shot his load, he lifted me up and bent me over his desk. I
knew what was coming. This time he didn't ask my father to go first. But my
father stood there rubbing his hard-on as he watched this new man fucking
my ass. First it was slow and gentle, then fast and hard, then fast and
gentle -- he had many techniques and he had the big dick to try them all.

The man still hadn't cum when he pulled out of me. It's like he didn't care
about giving me his sperm. He closed his thick erection back into his pants
and pushed a piece of paper in front of my father. "This is for three
years, right?" my father said, looking over the one-page contract. That got
my attention.

"Since we'll have the boy on a three-year indenture, there are certain
things we can't do to him. We can't treat him the way we would a lifetime
indenture. However, we have a lot of clients down here in Florida who enjoy
a good-looking lad, one who isn't all ornamented and marked up like a slave
whore; they can pretend he's the nice, middle class kid in the
neighborhood, the one who plays on the school baseball team." He laughed
then. I didn't know what was so funny. He had, in fact, described the
reality of who I was.

Dad was handed a check. He looked at it then looked at me and said, "I'll
be back for you in three years son. I promise." Then he was out the door. I
called out, "But, d-dad...." The man touched the prod to my nipple and my
body went into spasms. "You're my property now, pretty boy. And I'll be
working you hard."

Two black uniformed guards took me through the door to my new workplace. It
didn't take me long to realize my indenture contract had been sold to a boy
brothel. I was examined by a doctor, then cleaned out by two bath slaves
(even though I told them my father had just cleaned me out that
morning). Then I was dressed in a jockstrap that was too small and a pair
of white gym shorts that were pretty much see through.

I was handed off to some other boys who worked there. They all looked to be
around my age and all wanted to whisper advice to me. "If you don't do
three clients a day you'll be in trouble," one said. Another added, "Most
of them aren't so bad, just dirty old men who want some young stuff."

Being in Florida where the age of full use for slaveboys was lower than up
north, this place attracted a lot of tourists from northern states, men who
wanted to experience the forbidden -- sex with a teen that would be illegal
at home. Most of these men were middle aged or older and out of shape or
worse. A lot of them just wanted to sit back and have me use my mouth to
service them. Some even wanted me to fuck their flabby asses. A majority
wanted to fuck me.

The two favorite fantasies my clients wanted to play out: first, those men
who wanted to pretend to rape me; then, those men who would tell me they
had a son just about my age and similar to my looks, and they wanted me to
call them "daddy" during sex. I started to keep score of which was more
prevalent. But I soon lost track.

The younger clients were the worst. It would usually be a group of two or
three college guys, down in Florida on a holiday. They wanted to try
something daring, and using a young slaveboy seemed pretty wild to them. Of
course they were never satisfied merely to get their rocks off. They also
had to humiliate me, to try to embarrass me. Sometimes I wondered -- if I
hadn't been indentured, if I had continued in school and gone on to
college, would I be the same kind of assholes these guys were?

Each day I was expected to work out in the gym facilities for two hours,
then go running on the track of swimming in the pool. I must say these were
nice perks, and it was an opportunity to get friendly with some of the
other boys who lived there. But in the late afternoon, clients would start
arriving and we would be called up. Sometimes, for a well-heeled
businessman they would bring out three or four of us for him to choose
from. One time a man who clearly had a lot of cash asked for three of us
together. He just wanted to watch and masturbate himself while he ordered
us to kiss and touch and fuck. It was a nice change to feel firm young
bodies for sex. But in an odd way it felt more gay! When I serviced a fat
old man, I was just doing it for the money, doing it because I'd been
ordered to. But fucking a hard-bodied boy the same age as me felt downright
gay.

I couldn't keep track of days. Time passed and all that gym time had made
me bulkier. One day without any warning, I was shackled and put into a
small cage. Then the cage was put on the back of a truck. I saw one of the
other boys pass by and glance at me being taken away. He and I had gotten
to be buddies. But, you know what they say, You can't be friends with a
slave. We were never even given a chance to say goodbye.

Nobody told me where I was going, but it was a long truck ride. I was
delivered somewhere, but it wasn't my final destination. I was there just
long enough to eat a slave bar and crap, then I was packed into my cage
once more. This time instead of being enclosed in a dark truck, my cage was
riding in the back of an open truck. I could see through the bars and the
slats of the truck as we drove down a highway, then as we drove through a
town. Things started to look familiar to me.

I became anxious when I realized we were driving through my old
neighborhood in Westchester. I wondered whether I was being delivered to my
father. He had said he would be back for me in three years. Had he finally
come to rescue me? I had my hopes up when we came to a stop and I was
unloaded into the back of another building.

My father was not there. This was another boy brothel, but now I was back
in my own hometown. When I told one of the other boys there about my trip
up north from Florida, he said, "Well, of course. You just turned 18 didn't
you? Now you're legal for full use up here."

"B-but, why did they bring me back here to my old neighborhood." The other
boy just laughed and said I would find out.

Soon enough I saw a newspaper ad for the brothel with my photo. The
sarcastic headline read, "Soccer Star Returns to Westchester in a New
Role!" It went on, "Did you see Peyton on the soccer field? His strong
smooth legs in those shorts? His fine shoulders and back displayed when he
peeled off his shirt? Now he's more built up than ever and all your
fantasies are legal!" There were more details, but that was enough to turn
my stomach.

It wasn't long before the ad got results. My best buddy from long ago,
Nick, rented me one night along with two other buddies who had been on the
school soccer team with me. When I first saw them I almost reacted with
joy, seeing old pals again. But I remembered the way Nick had treated me
the last time he saw me. I quickly realized these three were going to be
even worse assholes than the other college boys who had used me. These boys
knew me. They had known me when I outshone them on the soccer field. They
had known me when I got higher grades than they did. And they were going to
pay me back.

I was passed from lap to lap, as each of them eagerly spanked me, Nick with
the most fury of all. Then I was made to lick one boy's sweaty feet clean
as Nick rammed his fat boner up my ass without any lube. I was rolled onto
my back and fucked with my legs in the air, as Nick sat on my face and made
me lick out his ass. He farted into my mouth and laughed as if it was the
funniest thing in the world.

Of course I was visited by my old headmaster. He just wanted to punish me,
torture me, and make me drink his piss. Fortunately, I had learned a lot
more about piss drinking when I worked in the Florida brothel. It turned
out the headmaster had a stubby little cock, which he stuffed in my mouth
and stroked till he shot his load. I never even had to suck it.

Then there was one particularly memorable day. A hulking man grabbed me and
took me into a private room. He tossed me down and started fucking me hard
and rough without any lube. His hands were grabbing at my flesh like he
wanted to rip my body apart. Then before he even came, he pulled his cock
out of me and started peeing all over me. Now, I had learned to drink piss,
but I wasn't used to having it sprayed all over my face and my chest. I
tried to cover myself with my hands and tried to turn away.

"Impudent brat!" he shouted, pushing me down on my back and sitting on my
face. It didn't take me long to realize that his ass wasn't clean. I could
taste his filth and I could feel it on my face. He laughed and then grabbed
me from the room and pulled me out in the hallway. I was dragged down the
hall as this man yelled, "Don't you teach these boys any manners? I thought
this place had well-trained slaveboys."

The black-uniformed managers and guards were trying to calm this man down,
but he insisted I be strapped down to a rack. He then took a tawse and I
felt the burn as he slashed across my shoulders and my ass. I was crying
out, trying to ask his forgiveness, the pain was terrible.

Then he was gone and they had given me a pair of white slave shorts to put
on. My hands were chained to my collar, and a short length of chain was
attached to my two ankles. I was led into the manager's office, but kept
off the carpet. When I looked up I saw my father standing there, looking
respectable in his fine dark suit. Beside him was a very beautiful woman
who was many months pregnant.

"Is that him?" the woman said, clutching my father's arm.

"What happened? He was such an obedient boy when I...."

"Well, sir, maybe you didn't make many demands on him. I'm personally
opposed to acquiring a boy who's been indentured by family. They never
understand true obedience."

"Honey, how could we have a creature like that in our home?" the woman
asked, facing my father and not looking at me at all.

I licked my lips and realized I had that awful brute's filth on my mouth. I
began, "P-please, Dad, this isn't how I...." The manager touched a prod to
my butt and I fell to the floor. I suspect it was set at a higher level
than I was used to. When I was lifted up by the black-uniformed guard, a
ball gag was placed in my mouth.

"Eeeeuuuuu," the pretty woman said. "He stinks of piss and shit. With the
new baby coming we couldn't have a creature like that in our home."

My eyes were wide. I was trying to motion with my head, trying to tell my
father that this wasn't what I looked like all the time. But I couldn't get
any words out, and the guard held up the prod to my face as a warning.

The manager spoke next. "And as you yourself said, the sale price will be
enough for the two of you to make that move and buy the kind of house your
wife wants so much."

My father gave me another look and shook his head. Then he signed the
contract and was handed the check. He never looked back as he wrapped his
arm around his new wife and quickly left.

The manager turned and grinned at me, saying, "Welcome to lifetime
indenture, boy. We'll be shipping you off to our other facility, the one
for our special clients."

I'd heard the other boys talk about the "special facility." It was for
clients who were more sadistic, clients who weren't satisfied with simple
fucking and sucking. Even after all these years as a sex worker, I suppose
I was naive. I didn't know what sort of things these men could do that
would bring me lower than what I had already experienced.

I'd learn soon enough. My first day at the new facility, I was marched to a
dank dungeon-like room. I looked around and saw a group of about half a
dozen men, all with their cocks out, all jerking off as they watched
me. There was a fireplace at one end and it was practically the only light
in the room. I was pushed down over a metal horse, my arms and ankles
strapped in place. Then another strap was pulled taut across my middle, so
I couldn't move at all. I saw a huge man toying with something in the
fire. As he lifted the brand out of the flames, I knew what was going to
happen.

I honestly can't tell you if I screamed when the red hot metal pressed down
into my right butt cheek. I know I opened my mouth and tried to scream, but
I don't know whether any sound came out. My mind must have been overwhelmed
because before the hot brand was even pulled away from my flesh, I had
passed out. A bucket of cold water was splashed over me. My entire body was
shivering and shaking from the intense pain coursing through all my nerve
endings. As if that wasn't bad enough, I then felt a splash on my recently
burned ass -- one of the men had shot his load watching me suffer. Damn!
These men were masturbating to the sight of me being tortured!

My ordeal wasn't over. They repositioned me and a smaller brand was pressed
against my chest. I saw the skin bubble up and stand away from my body in
the shape of an "S." I had been branded a Slave. Then I was strapped up to
a frame and pins were stuck through each of my nipples. By that time I
merely whimpered, I no longer had the strength to yell out. Big ugly rings
were put through each of my nipples, weighing them down. I'd soon learn
that I could be led around by these rings, and that it always hurt when
that was done.

I was barely conscious when I heard someone say, "We might as well remove
his foreskin now. After everything else he's experienced just now, he
probably won't even feel anything." He was right. It was only later when I
looked down at my bandaged cock that I knew what had happened.

There were times I was beaten and then fucked. Other times I was beaten and
then had a man simply masturbate all over the red marks. I felt my butt and
my thighs. Even after the marks healed my flesh was still bumpy. But they
had ways to deal with that, a special salve that was put on me and medical
treatments with lasers. Somehow it made my skin taut and smooth again.

I wondered how long this could go on. I was a lifetime indenture. But how
long would they keep me at this place. The other boys who worked there told
me that after a certain number of treatments your skin would never heal
again. That's when they would send a boy away. I asked where the boys were
sent. One slave said, "They have brothels like this in all the
cites. They'll send you somewhere where you'll be new meat." But another
slave interjected, "Who knows. Some say after they've used you for enough
years the skin never gets smooth again and then it's time to have a
feast. The slaveboy is the main course of the meal."



PART 5: INDENTURED SPOUSE

Then came a day I was prepared for a client. I figured it was just another
day and just another client. I was washed and had my body completely shaved
(they didn't trust the slaveboys with razors). And of course my butthole
was washed out three times. Then, instead of being taken to one of the
usual rooms, I was taken in the other direction to the manager's
office. When I walked into the office I was barefoot and just wearing my
collar and the small white slavejock. The manager was behind his desk and
there standing on the other side of the desk was Percy Snow.

Percy had been my original master, and he looked good. His body had filled
out and he was wearing cooler clothes that fit him well. He was no longer
the effeminate schoolboy I'd known all those years earlier. He was a
fine-looking young gay man, who looked prosperous and happy. For a moment I
wanted to react with joy. I wanted to run to him. But then I remembered how
hopeful I had been when my father had bought me from Percy's
grandfather. And I remembered the way my father had rejected me when he
returned to the boy brothel three years later. I remained in slave display
position and showed no emotion.

My former young master looked me over and touched my chest, then touched my
rear end and my back. He looked at the manager and said, "When I owned this
boy his body was flawless. There was none of this bumpiness under his
skin." The manager explained about the salve and treatments to get my skin
smooth and taut again.

Then Percy wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to the
manager. "This is my offer for the slaveboy."

The manager chuckled and said, "Are you kidding me? Don't you know how
valuable a boy like this is to my business...?"

Percy cut him off. "I've just offered you 50% above what you paid for his
lifetime indenture contract."

"Yes, but we could make that much in a year with this boy. And the same
amount in the year after and the year after that."

Percy had always been so shy and soft-spoken. I was shocked when he loudly
snapped, "Don't hand me that bullshit. Even your best treatments won't work
after too much damage to his skin and muscles. The way you're abusing this
slave's body you'll be done with him and sell him off to the mines before
two years have passed."

The man tried to speak but Percy held up his hand and said, "Perhaps you've
heard of my grandfather, the late Judge Snow? All the judges in this state
were like uncles to me growing up. Of course you know of Judge Twilly? He's
the one leading the investigation into abuse of slaveboys."

Percy paused and ran his hand over my butt again. Then in a quiet voice he
continued, "Of course you know that punishment is only permitted if a slave
has been disobedient or needs correction, right? You know that Judge Twilly
is cracking down on people who think punishing and abusing a slave is a
game? I assume you've kept a punishment log on this boy and your other
properties, keeping track of what infractions they had done to receive such
severe beatings? Here's my final offer for this slaveboy." Percy wrote
furiously on a new piece of paper and handed it to the manager.

"B-b-but," the man stammered. "This amount is 10% less than I paid for this
boy's lifetime indenture."

Percy was like a wild animal when he yelled out, "And you'll sign the
contract, you piece of shit." Then in a perfectly calm way, he reached into
his pocket and took out his phone, then said, "I have Judge Twilly on speed
dial. He was so kind to me at my grandfather's funeral, I really should
give him a call."

The manager was flustered. Percy handed the man a contract that was already
filled out, got his signature, and then handed the man a check. He attached
a leash to my collar and led me out the door. The asphalt of the parking
lot was hot on my feet, but I didn't care. OK, I was still a slave. But
with Percy as my owner I figured I wasn't going to face brutal beatings.

Percy had a large impressive car. He led me into the passenger seat -- the
first time in many years I had been in the front of a car. Then he got into
the driver's seat. He still hadn't said a word to me and I wasn't sure how
to address him. At that moment he turned to me and grabbed me, wrapping his
arms around my shoulders. His face was on my shoulder and he was sobbing,
big, loud, gulping sobs. When I could make out his words, I realized he was
saying, "Oh my Peyton, my beautiful, gorgeous Peyton! What have they done
to you." The next instant he was kissing me, planting kisses on my face,
licking my ears, licking my neck. Then his tongue was deep down my throat.

I remembered when I was first presented to Percy as a gift, how disgusted I
was to have to kiss the flamboyant boy. But now that he had rescued me from
the S&M brothel I kissed him back, eagerly and hungrily. I found my voice
and I was saying, "Oh, Percy. Oh, Master. I'll do anything for you, sir,
anything at all to make you happy. I can never repay you for this."

Percy drove me back to the house where he had once lived with his
grandfather. He took me to the kitchen and he himself prepared a bowl of
oatmeal and some cut fruit. "I know it's not what you're craving,
Peyton. But you've been on a slave bar diet. You won't be able to digest
rich foods right away."

I sat at the table with him, just as if I wasn't a slave. Well, except for
the fact I was only wearing my collar and a slavejock, thin white fabric
that just barely covered my shaved cock and displayed my exposed butt
cheeks. But Percy was talking to me as if I was his friend. He told me how
sad he'd been when his grandfather had sold me back to my father. But he
reconciled to it, because he assumed it meant my freedom. When he heard my
father moved out to Hawaii, he figured I was out there enjoying my life,
and he would never see me again. It was only when he moved back up to
Westchester to bury his grandfather and put the old man's things in order,
that he found out I was a slaveboy in a brothel nearby. He had come to buy
me as soon as he could.

Percy and I walked hand in hand up to the master bedroom suite, the room
that used to belong to his grandfather. We rolled around on the bed as I
pulled off his clothes. There was no sense of one of us being a master and
the other a slave. There was just the enjoyment of each other's bodies. I
remembered how repulsed I had once been at the thought of taking cock. But
now, with all I had been through, I wanted to suck Percy's cock and
pleasure his body. But Percy had one thing in mind -- he wanted me to fuck
him. More than that, I made love to him. It was slow and sensuous and we
kissed and caressed throughout, changing positions and continuing our
intimate play for hours.

After I had cum deep in his ass and I was still lying on top of him with
his legs around my middle, he smiled up at me and said, "Oh, Peyton, didn't
you know what I really wanted? I never wanted you to be my slaveboy. I
wanted you to be my lover."

He called in an expert to remove the rings in my nipples and heal the
wounds they had left. The "S" brands would be impossible to completely
remove. I decided I would wear them with pride.

For all his fine words and his protestations of love, Percy said it was
difficult to try to free me from lifetime indenture. He told me that courts
might be flexible in shortening the term of a five-year or even ten-year
indentured servant, but lifetime indenture was considered a different sort
of thing.

But Percy had a plan for us. We would be married and I would be his
Indentured Spouse. The law had been on the books going back more than 200
years. Of course it was originally known as "The Indentured Bride Act," but
in our more enlightened times it now applied to either gender, and was most
often used by gay male couples.

As an Indentured Spouse, I wouldn't quite be a free man, but I wouldn't
totally be a slave. I could go out to stores or restaurants or parties,
just about anywhere I pleased, as long as I was accompanied by Percy, my
mate and my owner.

Percy controlled my diet, insisting I could only drink water and making me
survive mostly on slave biscuits and fruit. I was allowed to wear clothes
and could dress normally, but Percy got to select my clothes, and if he
wanted me to walk around in a slavejock, that was what I had to do. Percy
insisted I work out in our home gym as it was important to him I keep my
body fit. Also he found a job for me working for a local construction
company that used many indentured servants. I would be picked up each
morning in a truck, shirtless in just a pair of slave shorts and
boots. During the day I would be tawsed and caned to do backbreaking
work. When I was dropped off in the evening, Percy was turned on by the red
marks on my flesh and the sweat and stink of my body. He always wanted to
have sex before I showered.

At the workplace there were only a few moments during the day when I could
speak with the other workers, usually chewing our slave bars during our
15-minute lunch break. There was laughter when I first told them I was an
Indentured Spouse. A dark-haired swarthy slave named Jose told me he had
once been an indentured spouse, "For three whole years, then my husband got
tired of me and had me carted off to the auction house." Another of the
workers said his owner-husband had really loved him, but had lost his job,
run up huge debts, and he had been repossessed, taken for auction. I asked
if he thought his former husband might try to save him. He shook his head
and explained that the man had been so distraught by the turn of events he
took his own life, leaving his former spouse to face lifetime indenture on
his own.

They each told me the same thing: Making it to 10 years of marriage was
risky at best. Not only must I never try to win an argument with my spouse,
I should never even come near to having any argument with him. He
controlled whether I would go free or face lifetime enslavement.

On weekends and evenings, Percy included me with his social circle. He had
a big group of gay friends, many of them in couples. We would go to their
homes for dinner parties, pool parties or barbecues, or we'd go out to
restaurants or have them visit our home. They were all very friendly to me,
but it was awkward since I had to call all free men "Sir." In public, I
even had to call Percy "Sir," which made for many uncomfortable
conversations. Then too when something needed to be fetched or cleaned up,
it was easy for them to turn to me, the indentured servant in the
group. Percy thought it was amusing to paddle me in front of his friends,
and even to let some of them wield the paddle while I thanked them for
their corrections.

We had been married a little over a year when there was a retirement party
for our old teacher, Mr. Nesbitt. Back at school I had always joked with my
jock buddies about Nesbitt being an "old homo," but to Percy the man had
been a kind friend and mentor. Through the years everyone had acknowledged
that the old teacher was indeed gay, and this was a gathering of many of
the gay students he'd taught over the years.

Percy laid out my clothes for the evening and I saw that he had included a
slavejock instead of my normal underwear. I asked why he wanted me to wear
that and he just said to put it on, I would understand later on. When we
got to the event, I realized it was more than a retirement party for the
old guy. He had been given just a few months to live, so it was a goodbye
party as well. Then people started giving Mr. Nesbitt expensive gifts --
the boys who went to that school were much wealthier than any of the
faculty members.

I looked to Percy and asked what we had brought for Mr. Nesbitt, and he
just took me by the arm to the men's room. He insisted I undress. I became
uneasy. "Percy, what's going on here?" I said through gritted teeth. But
then I remembered the advice to never have an argument with my spouse. I
figured it was just going to be a joke, bringing me out to the party in
just my slavejock.

Percy took out a red bow attached to a ribbon and put it on my slavejock,
then he snapped a leash onto my collar and led me back out to the crowd. I
was reluctant as we stepped back into the room. I looked down at the floor
and the whole room was silent. If Percy meant this to be a joke, nobody
thought it was funny. But it wasn't a joke. Percy handed the leash and a
key to a hotel room to Mr. Nesbitt, smiled at the man and said, "My gift to
you. Take him up to your room for the night."

I was in shock. Percy's best buddy from school, Victor, stood nearby and I
heard him mumble, "Fuckin' hot." Then a group of them surrounded us and
helped old Mr. Nesbitt take me up to the reserved hotel room. The old man
was overwhelmed by the room and told me he had never stayed in anyplace so
nice. Then he turned his attention to me. I sat beside him on the bed as he
touched me all over and revealed how he had masturbated thinking about me
when I was his student. It embarrassed me to hear about it. He must have
seen my embarrassment because he said, "If I weren't going to be dead in
another six months I'd be too damn embarrassed to tell you that, boy."

"Please, don't say that, sir," I softly replied.

He looked at me and said, "I've dreamed about this." Then he kissed me
softly on the lips. The man wanted to lick my body, but he didn't have much
energy. I helped him out of his clothes. He was rail thin. Then I sucked on
his nipples before moving down to his crotch. His cock was withered, but I
worked on it with my tongue and lips. Finally, there was life in his
elderly dick. I sucked for a long time. I'm not sure if he fell asleep a
few times during my efforts, but finally I felt a pulsing in his cock. He
groaned as if his body was expending too much energy. I'm not sure if I
actually felt something liquid in my mouth. I held his pulsating penis as
long as I could. Then I went to sleep with my arms wrapped around the old
man.

When Percy came for me the next morning, he could tell I was annoyed. I
tried to calm myself. I remembered the admonition not to get into a fight
with my spouse -- he controlled whether I'd be free or be a lifetime
slave. But Percy could tell from my body language that something was
wrong. He was actually quite rational as he told me he thought this was the
kindest gift we could give to Mr. Nesbitt. I looked at him and said, "That
WE could give? If it was a gift from us, Percy, why couldn't you tell me in
advance?" He made all sorts of excuses. I knew it was best to drop the
subject, so I did.

Then about six months later another incident happened that I couldn't shrug
off so easily. Two of Percy's good buddies, Victor and Evan, were marrying
each other and this was a joint bachelor party for both of them. By this
time I was used to Percy choosing my clothes and knew he was particularly
obsessed with my choice of underwear. So it didn't faze me when Percy had
me wear a jockstrap under my boxer shorts and nice jeans.

There were only a dozen of us at the party, including Percy and myself and
the two grooms. The drinks flowed and everyone was at least half-wasted
(except for me since Percy didn't allow me to drink), when Percy announced
that he had been responsible for providing a stripper for the evening. He
pulled me up onto the coffee table and it was obvious I was to be the
stripper.

Everyone was cheering me on and hooting at me as I peeled off the
form-fitting shirt. Percy had only dressed me in flip flops, so it was easy
to kick them off my feet. Then I seductively peeled out of my tight jeans
exposing my boxers. There was whistling and rude comments when I teasingly
peeled down my boxers and showed my ass in the jockstrap. At the start of
the party, these men had been acting like I was their buddy, like we were
social equals. But now they were showing their true feelings toward
me. They were smacking my ass, making vulgar comments about me, even
grabbing my balls through the pouch of the jockstrap.

I peeled down the jockstrap and Percy ordered me to take slave display
position. I was certainly familiar with the pose, but having to stand like
that nude for these supposed friends was a new kind of humiliation. Men I
thought of as friends were grabbing at my nipples, spanking my ass, tugging
my balls, and I stood helplessly letting them do it.

Then Percy announced that he was giving me as his party favor to our two
hosts, Evan and Victor. The two men took me inside to their bedroom and
started slapping me around. I didn't protest. They were treating me the way
a man would treat a slave whore and I didn't have the right to say
anything. I had only been fucked a few times by Percy, usually when he was
angry at me about something, so my hole wasn't as loose as it had been at
the brothel. But now I was placed on all fours and Evan slammed his cock up
my ass brutally and without any preparation. He started pounding my ass and
laughing, "Fuck, boy, all of us are wagering on when Percy will get tired
of you and put you back up for auction. You better know that every man at
this party is ready to bid on you, slaveboy. But now that I have a feel for
your beautiful ass, I'll outbid them all."

While Evan was fucking my ass, Victor pushed his cock into my mouth. He
just held onto my ears and fucked my face. He was looking down at my face
as he pistoned his hips in and out. "You're so damn pretty, Peyton. I don't
mind telling you I've jerked off thinking what your cute face would look
like with your lips stretched wide around my cock."

After they'd both shot their loads into me they settled back comfortably on
the bed and said, "We still have more than half an hour." Did they go back
to treating me like a friend at that point? No. They kept me naked and had
me licking their feet clean as they thought of new ways to humiliate and
degrade me. Bill sat on my face and I was starting to lick out his
butt. But there was a knock on the door and someone said, "Your two hours
are up, guys. C'mon we need the boy back at the party." Of course he were
talking about me when h said, "the boy."

The two grooms claimed they couldn't find my jockstrap, so they brought me
back downstairs in nothing but my slave collar, leading me by the leash. I
saw Percy pretty much passed out on a big armchair. I knew he had a low
tolerance for alcohol and usually I kept tabs on him at parties and took
care that he didn't overdo it. In this case I wasn't in the room when he
overindulged.

Todd, a big overweight guy who had played football back in high school,
shook Percy and said, "Remember what you said about using your indentured
servant, Percy? You said we could all play with him, right?" Percy was
licking his lips like he had cotton mouth. Then in a slurred voice he said,
"Yeh, sure, but don't fuck his ass."

At that point all the other party guests looked to me. Todd was the first
to push me roughly to my knees. He pushed my head against the front of his
pants, pressing the outline of his thick cock against my face. He spoke in
the nastiest voice as he said, "Take it out and suck it real good, boy."

I did as ordered. The other guests were lining up behind Todd. Meanwhile
someone pulled me into a doggie position so that my butt was sticking
up. "Maybe we can't fuck this ass, but we can play with it." I felt hand
spanks first. Then I felt a paddle. Yelling in reaction to the hard slams
of the paddle on my cheeks was enough to make Todd shoot his load down my
throat.

Before Todd had even finished cumming, he was pushed out of the way by the
next man in line. He shoved a thinner but longer cock down my throat and
the games continued. "Didn't you know Peyton used to work at the brothel at
the edge of town?" someone said. There were whispers and laughter in
reply. A different voice said, "I once used him there. I went with some
buddies from my frat and one of them had gone to school with Peyton." There
was a lot of laughter then. I heard Evan ask, "How tight was he then? I'll
bet he was tighter when I got into him tonight. I don't expect old bottom
boy Percy is using his rear door that much." That brought the biggest laugh
of all.

My jaw was aching by the time I got through the group of excited men. At
that point someone was using a tawse on my butt. It stung like crazy but I
had numbed myself to all sensation. Then I heard, "Oh crap! He's bleeding."
"Shit man, Percy could bring a legal claim for damage to his property."
"Naaah, our pal Percy wouldn't do something like that."

I was the only sober one at the end of the party. I helped Percy into the
car. He was feeling no pain. I brought him home, undressed him, and put him
to bed. Then I peeled off my clothes and went to sleep in the small slave
quarters beside the big bedroom.

I couldn't get to sleep for hours thinking about all that had happened at
the party. How could Percy expect me to go out with his "friends" when all
of them had made clear they wanted to buy me once Percy got tired of me?
Finally as it started to get light out, I fell into a deep sleep. I was
awoken when I heard Percy's voice calling out, "Peyton? Where are you
honey?" I stayed in the closet-size room a little longer before crawling
out and presenting myself in slave kneeling position in front of Percy.

He stood over me in just his boxer briefs and had a surprised look on his
face. "What's this about? Since when have you presented yourself as a slave
in the morning?"

I had been telling myself all night: Don't start an argument with
Percy. But I just couldn't keep it bottled up. I stayed in that position
and spit out the words, "Why don't you save both of us the trouble and just
send me off to the auction house now?"

"Wha-at?"

"Oh, right, you don't have to pay a percentage to an auction house because
your buddies will bid on me right here in your own home."

"What are you talking about Peyton? What got into you?"

"What got into me? How about the spunk from all ten of our supposed
friends? Oh, wait, I said that wrong. They're your friends for sure,
Percy. But when they pretend to be friendly to me they're just waiting to
see how long before you get tired of me and are ready to sell me." Before
he could speak again, I snapped, "Or maybe you didn't know they have a pool
betting when you will decide to sell me, Percy? You do know they all want
to bid on me?"

He had an odd look on his face. "You know how guys joke around. I just take
it as a compliment that I have such a handsome husband."

"A handsome indentured husband," I corrected him. I remained in the
kneeling position, but I was yelling at him now. "They made it quite clear
they saw me as an indentured servant, as a slave whore, as a piece of
slaveflesh." Then I turned so he could see the damage to my butt. There was
dried blood.

His expression changed. "Who did this to you? Which one of them?"

"Which one of them? You wanna know which fucking one of your buddies did
this to my ass? How could I tell when my face was stuffed with cock for
almost two hours last night? Fuck, Percy, they all did this to me."

At that point I stood up and began walking around the room, naked as I
was. "Fuck it. Why should I stay in a slave posture. I might as well really
give you something to punish me for. Give you an excuse to send me to the
shipmaster. I'm sure your buddies will make a brunch event out of my public
whipping."

He was shaking his head and whimpering, "No. No. Really, don't say that,
Peyton."

"Right, Percy. With all that political pull you have, all the big people
you knew through your grandfather, you couldn't get one little slaveboy
freed? I'm supposed to fucking believe that Percy?" I realized I was
towering over him in a threatening way. He seemed so meek and small next to
me, and I liked that.

"You're not the one who should be the master, Percy. You never were and you
know that damn well. Forget about my strength or my athletic skills for a
minute. You know back at school I was miles ahead of you academically. But
where am I now? I'm supposed to be fucking grateful that you let me leave
the house to work on an indentured construction crew where I get my back
and butt paddled and tawsed all day. But, hey, that's cool because it turns
you on to see my body with all the bruises."

At that point Percy turned and quickly left the room. My whole body went
cold. I knew I had gone too far. Was Percy already calling the auction
house to have me removed? Or how would it be done? I was about to go back
into the cramped slave quarters, but then I thought better. If this was
going to be my last chance to ever sleep in a free man's comfortable bed, I
would take it. I curled up in the big bed under the blankets. Of course I
couldn't sleep. I just lay in bed reviewing all the things that had brought
me to this point in my life.

I don't know how many hours had passed before Percy came back into the
room. Should I get up and take slave rest position in front of him? Hell,
no. I just laid there as he came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. He
tossed me some print-outs from the computer. I was trying to read them
through bleary eyes. I was the one who always did computer research when we
needed a new appliance or information on how to fix or do or make
something. But this time Percy had gone online. But what had he found?

"What's this?" I asked as I shuffled through pages. "Northwest Washington
State? The Humboldt Coast of California? New Mexico?"

Percy spoke in a clear voice as he said, "I love you, Peyton. And I want
this to work. It's clear we can't make a go of our marriage here in
Westchester. We have too much history here. There are too many people who
knew you... well, who knew us." He took a deep breath and went on, "I've
also printed out information about college campuses near each of these
locations so you can consider where you want us to move. I mean, you were
right. Back at school you were the smart one. And if I really cared for you
as much as I say I do, I would care about you doing something with your
life."

He started crying then and I grabbed him around, pressing him into my
body. "I've been such a selfish prick, Peyton. I just love you so much. You
were right. If I wanted to I could have gotten you free when I first bought
you. B-but I figured if I did that, you would just walk out the door, find
some pretty girl, get married and go on with your life. I'd be left here
alone still loving you."

I kissed away his tears and he went on, "Now that you're my indentured
spouse, I can't free you. Well, not till our 10 years of marriage is
up. B-but if you want to live separately... if you don't want to share my
bed anymore...." I grabbed him harder and pulled him down on the bed. I
kissed him deeply on his mouth, our tongues snaking together. I don't know
how it happened, but I knew I loved Peyton.

Very soon after that we moved to the Humboldt Coast of Northern
California. I studied architecture and started taking on boutique building
projects up and down the West Coast. Things were not so rigid and
regimented in Humboldt as they had been in Westchester. Everyone in our
town knew I was an indentured spouse, they could all see my collar
displayed, but nobody seemed to care. I could walk into the local stores
without Peyton. I could go to a local restaurant without Peyton.

As things went on I discovered that our town's mayor, an old codger named
Brady, was also an indentured spouse. I had seen him often with his
heavyset wife, and was surprised when I first noticed his collar sticking
out from under his shirt. He told me he had been Luanne's indentured spouse
for almost 25 years. I said, "But how? I thought indentured spouses were
freed after 10 years?" He told me that the owner had the option to free an
indentured spouse after 10 years, but didn't have to.

I leaned across and whispered to Brady, "Don't tell that little fact to
Percy." He laughed and said that his wife had already been talking to Percy
about that.

But now that we're heading toward our 10th anniversary as a married couple,
Percy assures me I'll be freed when we hit that date. I'm keeping him to
his word. Some have asked quietly whether I would leave Percy once I was
freed. I answer with a smile, "After all these years of Percy being able to
treat me like a slaveboy, I'm looking forward to year 11 of our
marriage. Payback will be a bitch."

THE END

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