Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 10:09:34 -0500
From: rob roberts <rr2254@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shane's Life as a Slave

Shane's Life as a Slave


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I awoke from my rest feeling a little in need of stretching.  It was a
comfortable bed- one made for large dogs, but still, I needed to stretch
out and give my legs some room. I did it hesitantly making sure that I
didn't awake my master. He was sleeping in his large, king sized bed and I
wished he had let me stay there last night.

After stretching, I crawled over to his bed in case he was awake, so he
didn't see me. I looked up to him, his muscular body stretched out and his
large feet sticking up. He was bigger than me and owned me. I admired his
body, all much darker than me. I knew my job and glanced at his clock. Just
enough time for me to do my usual morning routine for him. I had to pee but
that would have to wait. I made sure my body was clean. I quickly crawled
into his shower and cleaned myself good both inside and out.  Not wasting
one his towels, I hoped the air would dry me quickly.

I returned to the bedroom and he was still asleep. Good. I crawled up to
his bed and licked his toes. I liked his taste but knew where my real job
was so I crawled up farther and gently pushed his legs apart. I then saw my
target, his beautiful tight hole, much tighter than mine. I buried my face
into his hole as best as I could.  Sensing my presence I guess, he spread
his legs farther and allowed my tongue to enter his somewhat brown ring
area. I tasted his hair around his hole but quickly just pushed my tongue
inside to begin. He moaned a little. Good sign.  He was liking my work. I
lapped and sucked on his hole. Maybe he would emit some gas but that was
normal. I tasted something funky and knew it was likely shit but I savored
it like candy.  He was my master and took good care of me, much better than
the other milk boys in the stable. After a good few minutes of eating, I
felt his hands around my face and he gently pulled me up to his rather
large, now hard cock. I knew my job and I placed the large head into my
mouth and tasted him. A little piss maybe but that would come later. I
licked and sucked and began to swallow the whole thing. I knew I would have
trouble getting all 11 inches in my mouth but he liked the way I worked and
I knew I could swallow most of it. I felt it grow in my mouth and throat. I
knew he wouldn't be much longer before I felt his balls in my finger tips
seem to pull up and then my reward. His breathing was different and then,
he began to shoot his load in my mouth and in my throat. I just stayed
where I was and took it all.  Once I felt the pulsing stop, I began to lick
him clean. I didn't look up to him yet but sensed he was awake and looking
down at me.

He then called my name, well not my real name. It hadn't been used since I
was quite young. He called me the name he chose for me which I guess was
better than the number I had before. He said cunt, you done real good .  He
sat up in his bed then and pulled me up to play with my hard dick. I so
needed to pee but I had a piss hard on and knew it had to wait. He pulled
me up to see his smiling black face and he kissed me and asked if I enjoyed
breakfast. I said yes master, as I really had no choice. He then pushed me
back down as his cock was softening. I knew what came next and I was well
trained. Without, waiting, I put his cock in my mouth again and waited
until I felt his first drops of piss. It then came hard and I got my'
juice' as he called it. It was as usual, strong tasting and somewhat bitter
but I did it everyday for him and had gotten used to the taste.  That would
be my meal for this morning unless he felt particularly generous and fed my
scarps from his food when he dined on his breakfast.

I guess before I go on, I should tell you some things about me. I was
called Shane until I was taken from my parents and they were both
enslaved. I was supposedly going to a boy's home but in reality, being
white, that usually meant in our area of Georgia, that I would go to the
farm where I would be all but forgotten and become a milk boy. When I grew
up to the right age. I guess no social services agencies cared enough to
check on the boys and some girls they placed there.

We lived under black rule and I guess it had been this way since maybe 60
years ago. My mother was fourteen when I was born. Although legal to marry,
she and my daddy hadn't. When word got round that two fourteen year olds
had a baby, no self respecting family would allow that. The black courts, I
guess, sentenced my daddy to enslavement and my mother too.

I was kept on her parents farm but not treated to well, until I was around
9.  Then, they decided I was more than they wanted and a reminder of what
happened to their daughter and I was taken as a ward of the court. I was
supposed to go to a school for boys but as the blacks controlled those too,
and space was limited, I was sent to what we called the farm.  I hated it
but realized as a white, most white boys found themselves there in one way
or another. Some parents, I heard even sold their children to the farm to
pay debt. Maybe my so called grandparents sold me too but I was too young
to know and it didn't make any difference. I never saw them again and
doubted I would ever see my parents. I really didn't know them anyway.

Once there, I guess you never leave. At least, you don't leave on foot. I
hear once you are used up, they tend to sell you for a hide and you're not
ever seen again.

The farm produced produce for sale all over. They also produce milk and
milk products from a herd of cows. Their prices put almost everyone else
out of business as they have slave labor and pay almost no taxes.  See,
they also hire some black and some white folks to work there overseeing
what all goes on. No whitey will ever complain as it is one of the few jobs
around and you don't mess with the Green Family, the people who control it.

They also do something not usually found on farms but I guess they found a
market. See they take the boys on the farm, the white ones, and milk them
for their cum. It is sold and is considered a delicacy.  They also open up
the farm to tours as they are that bold, and let people, mostly blacks,
watch as the white boys get milked twice a day. I don't know if it is legal
or not but I guess in these parts, it must be. They get a full tour of the
farm but the highlight is the milking of the boys. They also run a dairy
store and snack shop . That is where I understand my momma still
works. That is, when she isn't breeding. They breed most of the white boys
right on the farm now. The boys never see anything but the farm and are put
to work helping in the fields until they mature. The maturing is pushed
along as they are fed a constant diet of a special meal and pills that
increases their semen output and makes them grow fast. A boy of ten will
likely be well into what they call puberty. He develops a big dick, big
balls and body hair very early. By 12, he is tested and usually gets milked
twice a day. In between, he works the farm in some job or another. This
lasts until the boys are in their late twenties or so. Once their
production slacks off, they are used as beasts of burden until they get
sick or injured or whatever and then they just kind of disappear. I hear
they put them under and then salvage their parts including their skins for
all kinds of stuff. The rest gets ground up and is made into fertilizer for
the fields. They don't know no better so that is their lives.

Being a free boy until I was ten, I went to school through fifth grade. I
was considered smarter than most white boys. Those bred on the farm, never
went to school so they could not read or write. They were just bodies,
pretty good looking ones, but only trained to do their jobs. They knew no
parents nor family.  They were all white boys. It wasn't unusual to see
boys at 10 or 11 with pubic hair and much larger than normal cocks and
balls They were also given meds to start their puberty early.  Their
enhanced bodies made them `show well' and they were popular for guests to
the farm, to watch and enjoy.

 Special breeding techniques used made sure most of the bitches produced
boys. A few girls were bred but they worked the farm until they bled. Once
they bled, they were ready to breed. The best looking ones, when not
pregnant, worked the shop or did the tours.  Even pregnant, they worked
until almost time to drop their babies. The babies were taken and raised
separately. The girls also breast fed the babies so the girls often had big
tits from all the sucking that happened.

Once I got to the farm, I got the fed the same stuff so my maturity
happened sooner than usual.

The Green family was headed by the main master. He was a big black man and
had a wife and several children. There was one girl and the rest boys. They
oversaw the farm as soon as they could. One or two went to college for
awhile.

 I was the property of Nate, one of the sons, who just finished high
school. He had picked me out of the milk boys, where most of their personal
slave boys came from. It was considered an honor to get picked. I had seen
Nate since I was first brought here. He was a better looking young man,
better looking than some of the other masters. He was lean and tall and had
played sports for the high school team. He was very good looking and pretty
muscular. I was smaller only being less than his six foot tall self. He had
a good smile which us boys rarely saw. He was mostly all business on the
farm.  The thing I liked about him was he wasn't as mean as his father or
brothers.  See, when they got to be 15, they could go out and pick a boy or
maybe a girl slave, and take them to be their personal slave. They had to
care and look after their slave but could use them anyway they wanted. I
was now about 15 maybe. I got milked everyday and Nate maybe noticed that I
made a lot of milk. Old white boys generally milked us as the visitors
watched. I no longer was bothered by that as I just decided that was the
way life was.  Black overseers or the family would monitor the job and then
send the freshly milked boys out to work in the fields planting crops,
taking care of the crops and harvesting the crops. Needless to say, all
white boys were always naked. They had been since birth. They had no pride
and eat from troughs, pissed and shit in the fields and were generally
thought of as animals. They were kept in barns and even when it got cold,
had only one another to share warmth with. If it snowed, they got a blanket
thrown over them. I was one of those boys but being a little educated,
hated the life until I just finally knew I had no chance of ever leaving,
so I accepted it.

Nate found me and spoke with me. I was one of the few, who could speak very
well, at least by farm standards, so he was impressed with me.  He had done
well in school I guess so he appreciated a whitey with a least a few
brains. He pulled me aside a few times and examined my body.  Finding no
real flaws, other than a few beating marks, he had the vet check me out as
he watched. I was as a former free boy, a bit embarrassed to be examined
like that but hey, what choice did I have.

The vet even jerked me off soon after a milking and was pleased that I
still could cum. Nate just stood and watched. He said he wanted to select
his "boy" having decided, I guess, that he didn't want a girl. I was a
little surprised but said nothing.  It seemed most of the brothers except
one, had chosen boys as they could work harder and if desperate, a hole's a
hole. I knew he had a girl friend as he talked about her while the vet
checked me out He said to the vet that she didn't always want to put out
though so he thought a whitey might be a good alternative to suck him off
when he wanted it and even a white boy could take care of his stuff and do
anything that might be considered below him.

The vet nodded and said that boys made excellent sluts, especially white
boys. They had no brains anyway and would do whatever a black man asked. I
knew that to be true and had been fucked by several black overseers. He
said my size wasn't in my favor though as I was shorter than him and not as
muscular. The vet said that just made it easier to use me as trash anyway
but he did tell him, my hole was good, I had good teeth and a decent dick
for a white boy.  I was kind of proud of it actually. Being formally free,
I had thought about my cock and balls and was shocked when I started to get
big so early. I now sported what looked to be about 7 inches and was
thick. My balls were big which Nate noted produced a lot of stuff.

I was getting more muscular as I worked hard all day in the fields lifting
crops and doing lots of digging and manual labor. The vet said I had a nice
hide too, pretty tanned, all over naturally. He even checked my feet and
made me shit to check me for worms.  I guess I passed as Nate soon took me
with him to the house where he washed me down with a hose. I hated cold
water on me unless it was real hot outside. He personally washed me and
stuck the hose up my hole which he called a pussy. I was embarrassed to
shit in front of him. I guess that was a holdover from my days as free.

Once done, he said I looked pretty good for a whitey and had one of the
keepers even trim my messy blonde hair. He said he would make me a prize
and might show me off at a fair someday. Only the best looking whiteys got
taken to the fair and some won prizes. The bad thing was they usually got
sold there and were never seen again. I hated my life but the unknown was
worse.

I was naturally afraid of what was going to happen. I had seen one white
boy given to one of his brothers who was castrated. His daddy got mad
saying white boys were only good for milking and hard work, but he had done
it anyway. I don't know if he was being punished or why, but heard from
others that he might make him a girl.  His lifeless cock now just hung and
he was very docile. He used the boys as a pony who pulled a very fancy cart
around. He was called Geldboy by his owner . Even the other slaves now
laughed at him sometimes. His ball sack had been replaced with two big
silver balls that hung where his normal balls would be. They shone in the
sun. He slept with the son and was the subject lots of humiliation. He had
to be about twenty now but at least they kept him for show and he usually
wore bright feathers in his head and often sported a tail sticking out of
his hole when he ran. He was pretty muscular though and was oiled up each
day for show.

We all feared that someday that could happen to us. He was made to kneel
and suck off black men when his master had him pulling the cart around and
would stop by check on something.

I didn't want that to happen to me even though I was still getting milked.

Nate touched me all over and asked if I sucked good. He said I might need
to do that and maybe some other stuff as well. I said politely that as a
white boy, I would do what was asked of me. He took me back to the fields
and I didn't hear anything more for a week but I began to watch him and he
was obviously watching me. He had me hitched to a wagon with some other
boys and he seemed to like looking at my somewhat muscled ass. In our team
of four boys, he had me in the second row right in front of where he
sat. It was unusual for him to ride the wagons of crops but I said
noting. After that, all sweaty and dirty, he had the groomer take me aside
and then he came over and said he chose me for his personal boy.  I was
surprised and I guess honored. He had me washed and cleaned out, again
watching as I shit out the dirty water.  He then took me to his father
which scared me. He said he had made his choice for a boy and said I was
the one. That is when he told me I would no longer be called 486 but
"Cunt". I hated that name and still do but now, I just accept it.

I was taken to one of the overseers who Nate explained to, that I was now
his personal boy. He seemed to understand. I was again milked before they
cleaned off my cock, something they usually didn't do and the fitted out
with his requests. The worst was when they pierced my cock with a ring. I
hurt so bad as white boys never got any painkillers. It was said it was
good for them to suffer. They also put a ring between my balls and cock
which didn't hurt so much. I was now wearing a collar that was not the
usual leather thing but shy, with the name he chose, stamped into it.  I
was now `cunt' for all others to see. He laughed at my suffering some and
said eventually, he would tattoo a sun around my asshole to show me
off. Finally, he placed a ring around the base of my balls which carried
two weights that pulled on my balls when I moved. I t kind of hurt but now
I am used to it.


My neck collar had a ring for a leash and Master Nate attached a light
chain to it. He said this was how he wanted me except for the tattoo which
would come later. In pain with a sore dick. He led me out and took me to
the main house. I had no possessions so I had no reason to go back to the
barn and so started my life as his house slave.







Ch 2

It took several days for my dick to heal. I was surprised how gentle Nate
was with me. Yeah, he fucked me and made me suck him off. He also taught me
my responsibilities as his slave. That included sleeping with him some
nights when his dick would often stay in me all night. He was one hung boy
with at least 11 inches. My work on the farm and being subjected to the
overseers fucking me probably as a means of survival, had taught me how to
take big dicks but few were as big as he was. I couldn't help but cry the
first few nights as my sore ass tried to accommodate his big dick. He said
it was good for white boys to cry and to suffer. This was all white boys
destiny- to be at the mercy of a black man and letting him use my hole for
his pleasure. He said I would likely never get to fuck anything unless he
decided along with his dad, that I might become a breeder boy. The thought
scared me almost as much as submitting to his big dick.  He liked to show
me off some taking me by the leash and having me follow him around like a
puppy. He even put a puppy tail dildo in my swollen ass or cunt as he now
referred to it. He said I was cute. The weights on my balls were certainly
having the desired effect as they hung lower than before. Even his brothers
and sister thought I was cute he told me.

My daily routine was to eat his ass with my mouth and tongue. I knew he
sometimes left it a little dirty or sweaty just to teach me to learn to
savor whatever came from him. Then, I would lick his dick off and suck on
it like a baby nursing. He almost always gave me his morning piss as
well. Over time, I learned to like it. I felt more secure than I had since
I was a boy. I had returned to getting milked along with the other slave
boys and having people watch us. On the farm, we were then usually sent to
do farm labor but often Nate would keep me back to take me places. He still
had me go with a few others to the petting farm where visitors could
basically molest us in the barnyard area. It was a cute children's area but
we were not treated as such.

Nate had all my pubes removed as he thought the kiddies might like that but
he left some of my pit hair and my leg hair to show I was mature I
guess. Girls got to play with us too and boys got to squeeze our nuts and
feel us up. We had to submit and let them have their way. I was also used
to give pony rides on my back. Others were used to pull little carts with
the boys and girls inside and their parents using the whip to make us
run.. I was usually exhausted by the time this was over so going with Nate
was a thrill and a lot less humiliation.

I had rarely ever been in a car and it scared me some. As a kid, my
grandparents didn't take us many places, at least I didn't get to go.
Riding with Nate in his sports car was fun. He taught me how to belt myself
in but often took off the belt so I could nuzzle his dick as he drove.

Having been free at one time, it was embarrassing to go to town with
him. Yes, naked white boys were not that uncommon as they worked in stores
and shops mostly doing physical labor stuff. The road crews were mostly
made up of white slave boys who were serving time for some crimes they
allegedly did.  I'm sure most really didn't do anything but it was a site
to see. They wore no pants as they didn't get breaks so they had to pee and
shit as they worked. A boy was assigned to pick it all up and dispose of
it.

I was sometimes treated as a dog and had to crawl. Nate, taking good care
of me, got me knee pads to wear when I did this. It was humiliating though
as he made me wear my puppy tale. That was the case when he took me to the
tattoo parlor where the sunburst he had talked about doing was done to my
ass. It was a sunburst with the center of the sun being my pussy hole. It
hurt some but after the ringing of my dick, it wasn't too bad. He told the
guy doing it, that he didn't want to add any more tats to me as he wanted
me to be smooth and pretty to look at. I was kind of proud that he thought
that much of me.

I had to keep my legs spread wide though that day as the feeling in my ass
hurt a little. It also didn't stop him from fucking me later that day.

After several weeks of being with him almost constantly, he had some of his
friends over to show me off. Just like a dog, they petted me and referred
to me in very demeaning ways. They weren't much older than me and it was
cruel of them to call me such names but as a white boy, I was considered
much lower than them. Like a pet they played with me even making me
retrieve sticks they threw. Nate said I should be happy to be played
with. He even let them fuck me and I had to show my gratitude by kissing
their feet and eventually sucking them off. One boy liked to get me in a
head lock and made me suck his sweaty pits after they played basketball. I
didn't play but had to let myself be used by them as they took breaks in
the game.

I had been Nate's boy for about a month when one day, without telling me,
no reason he should I guess, he took me to the barn where the strong boys
who pulled the wagons were kept. I wondered why and feared he might have
tired of me and would make me one of them. I was always afraid to not do as
my master asked for fear of what he would do with me. I found out that some
of his brothers tired of their boys and they were sent back to be farm boys
and if that didn't happen, they were often beaten.

I had learned to love my master as he was mostly kind even if he did make
me do things no boy should be made to do. Yet, he seemed to love me and
even kissed me sometimes. He also made sure I got fed daily and sometimes
gave me extras or pieces of fruit after he had a bite. The only thing I
didn't like but it amused him, was when he would stick bananas up my cunt
after he came in me and then make me eat them. I was used to his cum taste
though and even that of my ass so I guess it wasn't that bad and it made
him laugh. He would often cuddle with me then in bed and allow me to
worship his hot muscular body. I no longer thought of myself as a
boy. Those days were long gone but savoring his taste, even when sweaty and
dirty, made me feel not like I was gay but loved and cared for like a good
pet.

When we got to the barn, most of the other ponies were already hard at
work. He led me to one stable area and there stood a very handsome
man-pony. He was big and muscular from his hard labors. He had a bridle in
his mouth and hardly paid us any mind. I stood next to Nate and then he
told me that this pony, he found out through checking the records, was my
real father. I was shocked and looked at him. He went over and like dealing
with a horse, ran his hands over the man's torso and sturdy legs. He was
smiling when he said that unlike most boys, who would never know their
parents, he wanted me to see what became of my father. The man was late
twenties or so maybe older, I had no idea about ages really. He was
handsome and after seeing his expressionless face, I could see that he
looked like me some. Unlike me, he still had a hairy crotch with his big
dick sticking out firmly. His big balls hung low as the farm liked. He
showed no passion or real interest. He had long ago ceased to be a man and
was just an animal.  I went closer hoping he might remember me but realized
he hadn't seen me since I was a baby. I'm sure he no longer thought about
the girl he impregnated nor the boy he had born. He was all muscle and
tanned. His legs were strong and his butt firm. He had a hairy hole that
Nate exposed. To me. I could tell he often must have had a dildo inside of
him and probably wore a horse tail attached to it as most of the men who
were ponies did so.

I wanted to run up and hug him or show him some love. I wanted my father
back but knew that would never happen.

Nate explained that he was nearing the end of his days pulling heavy
wagons. I asked Nate what would happen to him and he shrugged and said
probably he would be recycled. I had been told by other boys that when they
got old, they were castrated and then put down. Their skin was harvested
for making fine leather like coverings.  Sometimes, their dicks would be
sold once they were placed in a kind of plastic to make paper weights or
other novelties which were sold in the farm shop. Blacks liked to have such
tokens which were taken at the expense of the white boy victims. Their
bodies were then shredded and made into fertilizer. Complete reuse of the
body. No waste. They could have their shit and piss used on the crops too
as their diets were such that they had no bad effects of those who ate the
crops. Their bodies were the same.

I got a tear in my eyes thinking that this would happen to him. I didn't
even know his real name and yet, Nate tells me for whatever reason, that he
is my father. Nate continues to stroke this handsome man with his well
defined chest. He wasn't as big as some of the ponies I'd seen but very
good looking although he says nothing. I was almost surprised that he
didn't bend over to nuzzle Nate's cock or kiss his feet like I had seen
done but then I realized that he was tied to a ring in the wall. He wore
only a heavy collar and of course, the bridle in his mouth.

I almost wanted to run up and hug him but didn't think Nate would allow
that. Nate did invite me to touch his body which I did stroking him
gently. He seemed to like that. Nate pointed out when I did, his cock grew
and got firmer. He said that this one was one of his favorites as he had a
bigger cock than some and he always got hard when he ran and pulled a
wagon. Nate reached down and stroked his cock making him moan
slightly. Nate said this one liked to be touched. He let me touch his cock
and it trembled some and was dripping pre cum. Nate said he had been used
as a breeder like I would one day. Yeah, I guess I had brothers someplace
but didn't ask. Nat went on stroking and said that he was going to keep him
and make him his cart boy.  Nate said he was scheduled for recycling but he
had persuaded his father to let him keep him for other duties. Nate then
went directly in front of the man and looked him in the eye making the man-
horse look at him. He then told him that I was his son. `Yep, just like
you, your boy is a slave but my slave. Now I want you to honor him" the man
– horse looked at him and then looked to me. I saw maybe a tear in his
eye as he must have been able to go back in his memory to recall having a
son. Nate unhitched his ring from the wall and the man-horse just dropped
to his knees like he was given a command. Nate pulled me over and let him
look at me and then said he should kiss my dick. I had no idea he was going
to do this. I didn't know how I felt about this. I wasn't sue this was my
father but how could I let this man, a beast of burden now but still, suck
my cock. Few people had ever done that for me. I only recall a few slave
boys who did it and I did them. It was when we were younger and we got
caught and were beaten for it. Stealing the masters milk was a crime!

 I looked to Nate and he nodded and the man who was my real father began to
swallow my whole cock and it felt so good. I still didn't know if he knew
of our relationship but quickly I didn't care. As I was always horny, it
didn't take long before I said that I was cumming and Nate just ordered the
man to swallow it all. He/it didn't protest as I guess he sucked men
often. It was a way of demeaning him I guess.  Once done, he licked me
clean and then looked to Nate who I could tell was sporting a big boner. I
was supposed to always relieve him but he ordered the pony to do it. He
moved over and began to suck Nate's bigger dick. Nate smiled at me and said
that he had used this beast before. He pulled out as he began to cum and
shot the rest on the pony's face. He made no attempt to clean it off and
then had the pony stand. He told me had a nice pussy too and even though
now stretched, it always felt good. He asked me if I wanted to fuck it but
I just stood there.

Nate then said he decided to spare the pony and keep him for his own. He
would be pulling a cart. The cart would be outfitted for Nate and he would
have the pony cleaned up and made to look special. I didn't know what that
meant but was glad he spared him from destruction. A boy slave, about my
age came by and Nate ordered him to clean up the pony and then take him to
be fitted as his personal pony. I looked at the pony, my father apparently,
and saw he had some tears in his eyes. I didn't know if it was that he
would be spared or if it was sadness over being used and humiliated by
sucking his own son off and a master too, in front of me. He no longer was
a real man and over the past years lost all of his human dignity. He was
just an animal.

While he was led away, I noticed he pissed himself all over the barn floor
which brought several swats to his muscular ass for making a mess. I'm sure
he just couldn't help himself.

Nate laughed and said once he was ready, I would either run next to him as
Nate rode in the cart or maybe he would have me climb on his back. I knew
that would be hard on him but I had no say in the matter.

He next took me to see what turned out to be my mother. In the café/
shop that was open to tourists, he came in and sat. All the slave women
there knew who he was. I was made to kneel next to him and just watched as
I had never been allowed in there before. The women were all slaves between
delivering new slaves but they got no rest apparently as they worked the
store under the supervision of a black woman who made sure they complied
with customer wishes. I noticed several waiting on customers. Most were
young girls who wore only the smallest of a skirt that partially exposed
their ass and depending on how they moved, their cunts were readily
exposed. The black woman wore a dress and was dressed like a regular woman
should be.

The customers were quite free to touch the women and I noticed several teen
boys who had one and they were fingering her pussy and ass. I wanted to say
something or ask if this was allowed but apparently it was. When one got up
and came over to me, Nate told him I was not to be touched. The kid was a
little rude but shook his head and went back to his friends and said
something.

One of the girls came up and approached Nate and asked what he would
like. He didn't touch her but being on the floor, I got a good view of her
cunt and the hair on it. Apparently, they didn't all get shaved as I was.
He got a coffee and a treat and told her to bring a pan of water for
me. She thanked Nate and went to get it. When she returned, she put the
bowl in front of me and then as he began to sip the coffee, he asked about
waitress 602. The girl said she was with a customer but would send her
over. Several minutes passed and a woman, older than the girl came
over. She asked Nate how she could be of assistance. He told her he wanted
her to see what became of her son. I stopped drinking and wanted to look up
to see the conversation but didn't. He then told her I was her son Shane
who ended up on the farm just like her. She began to stammer and Nate told
me to look at her. I did. She was a pretty woman and I knew that she was my
mom. I wanted to jump up and hug her and kiss her but that wasn't
allowed. She began to tear up as she looked down at me. Her voice trembled
when she spoke to Nate trying to ask how I ended up here. I know she was
embarrassed in her outfit that consisted of high heel shoes, the tiny skirt
with no underwear and topless. Her breasts still looked good though as did
her figure. Nate asked her some embarrassing questions like when she was
last bred and if she knew her husband was here too. He made some comment
laughing that the whole family was now here.  She didn't look amused but
couldn't say a word to a master. He then said he wanted to thank her for
breeding me and said what a good pet I was. It was kind of cruel and
certainly demeaning to her. He then looked at me and said I needed to thank
her for bearing me. I didn't know what he meant until he said I should get
up on my knees and kiss he twat. I looked at him in shock and then he said
to do it in a stern manner. She didn't move but I felt her tenseness. I
slowly rose and put my face in her muff of hair around her clit. And kissed
it and then pulled away.  He then laughed and said didn't I want to taste
it more and smell it. I was angry but had no say.  Here I was seeing both
of my parents and doing sex things with them. I returned to her cunt
burying my face in it. I licked her as best I could and she actually
moaned. I felt awful doing this but then again, it wasn't my decision.  I
pulled away and he patted my head. I think I was actually embarrassed by
doing the cunt licking. I don't know why I should though as I am naked in
public all the time and have come to accept eating and getting fucked by
black men on a regular basis. I was surprised when I saw that I had a big
hardon.  The woman who he says is my mother looked down at me as I backed
away and she could see my ringed cock, the collar and he eventually had me
bend over to show her the tattoo of a sunburst around my exposed hole that
sported a plug with a small puppy tail hanging out of it.

She had a tear in her eyes as she realized I'm sure, what had happened to
her and her son.

Nate sat down and let her go back to work. Her big tits were so
exposed. The black woman in charge made her resume her duties. As we sat
there, me kneeling doggie style on the floor and Nate in a chair drinking
his coffee, I had a chance to see how these women were used and fondled by
the others, many of them teenage black young men. I could tell they had
erection in their pants. We sat for awhile until Nate said we had to go and
see how his pony was doing.

We went back to the barn, Nate allowing me to walk but still with a tail in
my ass. In some ways, I felt honored that Nate wanted to keep me. It was
maybe the best I could ever hope for and certainly better than working in
the hot fields all day.

His pony, what was once my father, had been groomed and was now clean. I
knew they had done something with his cock as it was sticking out like an
iron rod. On his head was a small feathered thing that looked silly and
demeaning but that he stood proudly, probably no longer able to think about
how he looked. His skin was now oiled and looked smooth. He still had his
pubes but they had been trimmed some. The rest of his body hair remained
intact except for any on his chest, which was smooth. Nate went up to him
and felt him all over. He asked the groomer boy is he had been cleaned and
the boy said he had. Nate went around and had the pony bend over slightly
and stuck his finger in his hole. There was some hair there his hole but
Nate seemed satisfied and then stuck his finger in the ponies mouth so he
could lick it. The pony did as he was expected. It was again humiliating to
me for some reason, that this man was made to act this way but I figured it
had been so long since he was treated as a man, or even a teen boy as he
was when he was taken, that he no longer had any self pride. He was just an
animal and I guess I was too.

Nate had the groomer hitch him up to a small but elaborate cart that bore
the name of the farm. There were two seats in the cart and a space to carry
stuff behind the seats. Sadly, the pony just stood there as he was hitched
up. He had done this before but I guessed, probably with a much larger
wagon and other ponies to help pull. I was not invited to gt in but my
leash was replaced with a longer rope and attached to the side of the
cart. Nate looked at me and then said I should run along behind. He was
taking us on a run. We began slowly enough but Nate used the riding crop or
whip to make the pony man run faster. Before long we were both panting, me
more than the pony.  I was glad when we stopped for a bit so Nate could
check out what was happening in the fields. He was kind enough to have one
of the other boys from the field come over and piss in the pony's mouth for
refreshment and then he called another boy over and had him piss in my
mouth. My father looked at me but offered nothing as he watched me drink
from the boys, a kid of maybe 14 or so, fill my mouth with his piss.  Nate
later said that I should get used to it as more often than not, I would
drink what came from the other slaves and maybe sometimes, I might give
them refreshment. He told me that all white boys should drink one another's
piss instead of fresh water as then it wasn't wasted.

Several more times on our tour, he had me piss in doggy style lifting my
leg just like animal, while I was on all fours.  He also had me piss in my
father's mouth to refresh him and he seemed to not mind. I guess he was
used to it and drinking my piss was pretty normal. I wondered how often
either of us would get to drink regular water.

We went back finally, to the barn where the groomer boy took over and
unhitched the pony and led him away . He didn't try to speak with me or
anything nor did I with him.

Nate took me to the main house where he hosed me off as to not smell. He
then went and had a warm shower and changed clothes. He checked me out to
see if I was clean enough before taking me out to piss in the grass and
then we went to lunch with his family in the dining room of the house.

Each of the personal slave boys to the family, knelt with their hands
behind their heads while the family ate and talked. No slaves were supposed
to look anywhere but straight ahead. I could see even Nate's Mama had a
boy, one older than me but like all, they were white boys. I glanced around
a bit and let me eyes wander as much as I could, to have a look. We were
never allowed to eat with the family nor have much to do with one
another. I wondered about them though. I wondered if they were farm bred or
if they came to the farm as I did. All the boys sprouted big cocks and most
appeared to be ringed.  The two girls were naked to and had rings in their
clits. Seeing the girls made me hard yet embarrassed but then I thought
that we were essentially, all alike and it didn't matter.

Serving boys wearing just a band around their waists, not long enough to
really conceal anything, served the family in silence. I learned later that
a few had their vocal chords removed so they could not speak but only let
out guttural sounds or nodded their heads. Nate told me his momma liked to
have silent boys doing all the work. I guess when they didn't serve, they
cleaned and scrubbed. I was glad that Nate had not done this to me. I guess
they still all got milked though.

My arms were tired by the time lunch was done and all the children were
excused. They each led their own slave out, and we didn't have to do
anything during lunch but Nate told me later that sometimes, we were
required to handle a bodily need if someone had to go during lunch. I
thought that kind of disgusting but then, nothing should surprise me.

We were taken outside where one of the slave boys poured slave chow in
bowls. A few of the children pissed in their boys or girls bowl but Nate
had me eat it dry. I had had enough piss for the day, for a lifetime
actually, but was already used to it so I guess it didn't matter.

That's what white boys were for.

In the afternoon, we had to do some other chores or shall I say, I did as
Nate watched and made suggestions. Mostly, I had to clean his room and his
bathroom. He said that was one of my duties and I should get used to it. I
made a mental note to try to do it as things happened.

I spent the rest of the afternoon, going with Nate to check on various
things. He asked if I could write and I said I could do some so he made me
take notes and write as best as I could. I gave him the list and he said he
was proud to have a pet that could do more than most of the others.

I no longer thought much about my life. I was content and Nate took good
care of me. Yes, I wasn't allowed clothes but I had long forgot about that.
He kept me warm and even sometimes, in the winter, he would let me sleep
with a blanket or under his covers. I had to endure the cold and like the
others, even shoveled snow but when I did, he would give me warm things to
drink and put things called boots on my bare feet to protect them. I knew
he loved me even though he stilled called me cunt and said bad things about
white boys being trash and stupid. It was just part of his bravado. He did
it mostly in front of his friends. Rarely, did he let them abuse me. Yes,
they fucked me sometimes but only when he was around and could watch. I had
no pride so doing things with black boys was just a norm for me. I
respected black people and figured that black men were always superior to
white boys or men.

Sometimes, he made me even submit to younger black boys and I came to love
the taste of boy or man cum. I was, I guess a total submissive to black
men. That's the way things should be, I decided.

Master Nate even rigged up a kind of gym that he had me use every day to
develop my body more.  I had little body fat and had developed decent pecs
and a good abdomen. My body was shaped like more of a v in front. He
eventually let me keep some of my pubic hair, a small patch just to show I
was more of an adult. I was almost kept a little hungry but he fed me
fruits and other nutritional things to keep me fit. He still liked to stick
a banana up my cunt and then have me eat it. He said it was good for white
boys to taste their own ass juices as it kept them humble. I didn't really
understand that but that is what he said. He also kept a dildo or butt plug
in me to keep my hole open. Within a year, my hole was open most of the
time and he liked that. He also liked to see me leak his cum from my hole.
He said black man's cum gave me strength . Who knows Even his father came
to say I was a good white boy and told Nate I should breed some more like
me.

I had never really had sex with a girl. I assumed white boys didn't do
that. He took me to the breeding area one day and had a boy suck me until I
was hard and then he had me climb up on top of a girl. I felt amazing.  He
had me stick my cock in her and move up and down on her. He and his father
watched the whole thing. He hot and slightly hairy pussy felt so good to
me. I wondered if that was the feeling he got when he fucked me.  I did
that several times and he always rewarded me with a hug after. I had no
idea I was making a baby. That wasn't told to me until several years later
when he showed me a little boy who kind of looked like me and he said I had
made him. I didn't really get it at first as I had no sex education but I
knew whatever Nate told me was right. I wanted to touch the boy but that
wasn't allowed. He said I had actually bred several it turned out, each to
be raised as a new milk boy. It kind of made me feel proud that I had done
something good.

I still ran when Nate took his pony and had him pull the cart. The pony was
actually my father Nate said and I would run along beside the cart the pony
pulled with Nate in it. He liked to see me run and he said he liked
watching the pony's big balls swing as he ran. When Nate went to do things,
if he didn't take me along, he would have me water the pony and sometimes
make him suck me off. I was surprised at this as normally all my cream was
supposed to go to the milking plant but he said it was good for his pony to
pay homage, whatever that meant, to me as his special boy. I kind of bonded
with the pony and loved to see his strong body at work. I eventually got
the pony to speak a little. No one had spoken with him or allowed him to
speak in a long time so it was slow in coming but I cared for him and even
asked to suck his big dick.

Pony boy, he had no name that I knew of, had a hard time talking or
gathering thoughts. It had been a long time since he replied to anything in
words. Most of his replies were either grunts or yes, master. No one spoke
or had a conversation with him. He was still handsome though and his hide,
other than some whip marks which seemed to be healing , was nice and
tanned. I could see some faint signs of his efforts to be a human again
since I spent time with him.  I wondered if Master Nate knew I tried to
speak to him.  I really wanted to know more about his love with my apparent
mother, his life and so many other things. I had all I could do to speak
well as it had been a long time since I had spoken like a person too.

One day, as I stroked him and rubbed his back, he reached out his arms and
tried to hold me. He spoke just a few words. He said the word `son'
sounding like a question. I nodded and pointed to me. He had tears in his
eyes and tried to pull me close.  It was very surreal.  I finally got the
words, I love you, out and tried to hug him back.

Eventually over time, he found a few words and basically told me how sorry
he was that I was like him. I said it wasn't his fault and I think he
understood. It was almost like two people who spoke different
languages. Mostly, I just held him. When Nate would come out, he saw us
lying close and seemed a little upset, probably with me but he made pony
boy suck my now enlarged cock. I didn't want him to do it as dads don't
usually suck off their own sons but he did it as an animal was ordered to
do.  The next time, he told me he liked the taste of my juice as he called
it. I said I liked his too as I had sampled it. He almost smiled at me,
having an expression that I didn't normally see on his face. He was usually
expressionless, something he developed over a long time of being thought of
as an animal and treated that way.

I sensed after that, almost a happiness when he saw me and we ran together
with him pulling the cart. A few times, out of spite I'm sure, Nate made me
ride on his back.  It was a struggle but after the ride, he said he liked
feeling me on his body. I couldn't imagine why but I sensed his need for
human touch in a loving way. I often convinced Nate to let me groom him and
made sure I gave him lots of loving touch including on his balls and dick.
I think eventually, Nate realized what he had created and for some reason,
left out fruit and carrots for me to take to him and feed him. he got very
little of that as a pony.

One morning as I did my usual morning ministrations on Nate, eating his
hold and sucking his piss, he stopped me after I had swallowed it all. He
told me that I was the best boy he had ever used. I felt somewhat proud
that I made him happy. He then told me that it was probably a mistake he
made, introducing my father to me and how I had become attached to him in
many ways.  He did say that the pony seemed to perform better than he had
and showed more energy which was good. He wondered if I might be getting
more attached to the pony than I was to him.

I told him no I loved being his boy and wanted to do whatever he wanted
forever. He smiled at me and then said we would see. That week, he put me
in many humiliating situations, such as asking to eat a black boy out when
we went to town. The black guy laughed and took me to his truck and made me
eat his ass in public. We were at a park and others were around . I had
never done anything like that so publicly. Yes, I had licked my mother's
cunt at the farm but in an open public area, and I ate out Nate and his
friends when told to but this was different.  I wondered if anyone would
object. I realized with Nate holding my leash, it wasn't likely. The boy, a
teen like me, was pretty sweaty and his ass was a little dirty. Nate just
kind of smirked as I buried my face in the boy's hole and licked.  The guy
shot a big load and I was made to lick it off the back of the truck and
then lick the guy clean. He then let the guy piss in my mouth and had
another boy take a shit in the public bathroom, over my face.  I hated
every minute of it but I think Nate wanted to see if I was still willing to
do everything he ordered me to do.

I guess I passed as he later, after a through cleaning, hugged me and said
I done good.

I was relieved when we went back to the farm. If nothing more, I now felt
safe on the farm. I knew what to expect and although some things weren't
what I choose, it was what I knew best.

Nate also liked to play with my body. He often had me bend over so he could
see the sunburst tattoo that was around my hole. He thought it was so
hot. I think he enjoyed it when he `walked me' each morning along with the
other house boys. We were to shit and piss. The family enjoyed humiliating
us so we had to play along and lift our legs near a tree and stick our
noses in one another's asses either before or after we shit. We all tried
to hurry and shit as the last one to do so had to lick the others. I didn't
mind licking my masters hole as he was a black man but doing it to other
white boy cunts was less fun. Fortunately, I had it done to me more than I
had to do it for others. I especially liked when the oldest of us, a guy
maybe twenty, had to lick the younger boys' holes.

Around Christmas time, we knew because of the cold, Nate's mother made or
had made, little hats which were either Santa or and elf. On Christmas eve,
we had bells attached to our cock rings so we jingled. Other than that, we
wore nothing as usual. The family, the richest around, had many visitors
who often brought gifts or were family. They often stayed the night and
special accommodations were made in the various guest rooms.  Each of the
families who stayed was given a boy or girl, their request, to meet all
their needs, carry things, unpack, help dress and of course serve as
fucktoys. Some with more members, were given two slaves. All were dresses
in only hats and their bells. The teen visitors loved to have these white
boys suck their cocks and drink their morning piss and be made to do
whatever they wanted.

I was grateful that Nate kept me in his room. I had to wear the hat and
bell when out of his room, but he hated the tinkling sound and took it off
me. He also kept me in his bed. He had a cousin sleep in his room and he
enjoyed watching me do my usual morning routine with Nate. Nate offered me
to him to do the same.

I had by now become so used to doing it, it didn't bother me to be seen or
to do it to his guests. Nate had me sleep with him however and I was warm
and comfortable under the covers. He had become more close to me it seemed
and kissed me every night before we slept. I was still milked every day and
all but often Nate did it and when he fucked me real good, I sometimes came
in his bed. He no longer slapped me for that but simply had me lick it up.

Over the holidays, he seemed proud to show me off and even had me put a
Christmas cap on my father and a bell in his weighty cock ring. He seemed
to love to take him for runs in the light snow and had me ride on his back
or in the cart with him. he said he didn't want my toes to freeze. I wish
he had similar compassion for my dad but he always fed him and apple when
he did well. He also was proud of my fathers low hanging balls and erect
cock when he pulled us around. Nate seldom used the crop on him anymore
. It flet good to ride on my father's warm back in the cold weather. If I
rode in the wagon with Nate, he sometimes even covered me with a blanket,
but he always made sure my cock was hard and visible. When he went
shopping, he would hitch up my dad in the street. The we would walk from
shop to shop and I would carry what he bought. I was cold but used to it
and got many favorable glances from passersby. He would let them touch me
if they asked nicely and some of his friends would sometimes accompany us
on our trips. He would always take me to a curb where I could pee.

Having him decide to sound me, hurt me at first but eventually, I had a
huge piss slit and when I peeed, it poured out of me. He sometimes kept a
decorative sound in my piss slit, especially when he wanted to show me
off. I became very proud of being a show dog for my master.

Nate took me everywhere. I became his constant companion.  I loved being
with him and even my nakedness no longer bothered me in public places. He
even let me sit on chairs right next to him. His fingers often found their
way to my pussy and he would put them inside of me and play with me. Of
course it made me hard and he liked that. He liked to show off my big meat
and allow his friends to touch me too. He even let them fuck me sometimes
as he told me as he constantly did, that that was white boys were for. I
learned to accept that and agree that white boys like me were inferior.

By eighteen or so, he had a cock of 11 or twelve inches. Mineo f course
would never grow that big but with extra doses of the meds they developed,
I had become around 9.5 and very thick. Not that it mattered as the only
time I got to use my cock was when he had me breed a bitch which he did
about every half a year. I must have made lots of babies I figured once I
learned that that was why he had me stick my hard dick in them after it was
boned up good.

He did let me cum sometimes and I produced a lot of stuff.  He said when he
did his private milkings of me that that was my reward for being so
attentive to him. He would sometimes let me play basketball with him and
his brothers or friends. Most slaves never played anything and I had never
really learned to play the game. He taught me some things and while he and
his buds played, I played too. Of course, I never got to be good like he
was and at times, felt I was a target in their play as they wore shorts and
shoes and I was totally naked. It seemed liked they like to pass the ball
low hitting me in the groin. After the games, I was made to suck them off
and I did it willingly.  I knew my place and knew black men and boys were
always to be my superiors and I needed to release their pent up juices in
me.



My life went on like that for quite a long time. I can't recall how old I
was when he told me one day as I ate his hole and licked the nice hair he
had there, that he was going to marry. I had been present many times when
an attractive girl he dated was brought to his home. His parents liked
her. Eventually they had sex and I was present for that too, getting to
taste her cunt as he ordered me to do after he fucked her. I then cleaned
him too.  He told her as I ate and made her moan, that I would be his boy
and that I would service both of them after marriage and, eventually, his
children too.

He told her I would be there house whitey and her slave as well as his. I
didn't like it too much as I no longer got to sleep with Nate but in my dog
bed and had to lick her cunt and his dick when they fucked. Yet, I was kept
as his boy and when they had children, I was their pet as well. One day he
brought two younger white boys home whom he said were my sons from
breeding. I cared little about what had happened after I bred children but
was fascinated to see that looked a lot like a young version of me. He told
me they would now be house boys too and I watched the first time he fucked
them. I had no concern for them but hated to see my master put his seed in
their cunts.

Eventually, they grew and were probably better looking than me. I had to
now be in my mid twenties but still worked out daily and did much for my
Master and his family.

My father hurt his leg when he was probably well into his thirties.  He
still pulled their little cart around and I continued to service him. I
loved my father now and wanted to protect him. I knew Nate liked him as
well.

Nate took me aside one day and told me it was time. I didn't realize what
that meant but quicky learned that my father was to be put down. I almost
protested but remembered my place and said with tears in my eyes, that I
understood. He said it would be painless for him and that he wanted to save
a portion of him for me and for him to see. I had no idea but I was allowed
to suck him off and then just as quick as could be, the doctor gave him a
shot and he fell over, still erect. His balls and dick were quickly cut off
and his balls disposed of but his hard dick was placed in something that
hardened quickly and was made into a cube that was clear. Nate said he
would place it in his office so I could always remember him. I looked at
the hard and still leaking cum, cock that was now incased in plastic or
something. It made me tear up to know that my father was now being rendered
and I would not see him again.

I hadn't seen my mother in a long time and Nate eventually told me that she
too was no longer living. He remains were placed with my father's and Nate
took me there to see it. There was no funeral but he did put up a marker on
the site that made me feel proud. It said that here lay the remains of the
Green Family's best pony boy and the bitch who bore him the Greens' best
boy ever. He said it was something he did for me. I cried and yet was
overtaken with grief. He led me gently back to his office as he was now the
president of the Farm, and he held me tightly. I knew my place though and
soon dropped to my knees and kissed his crotch. He smiled at me and nodded
is approval as he stood and looked at the plastic box containing my
father's dick. He soon ejaculated in my mouth and said I was his best
boy. I flet proud to have received his man juice.

My life went on for a long time. I saw some of the boys I bred, two sets of
twins, eventually take over my duties. I tried to keep myself fit as best I
could but eventually, I also got old and Nate said it was time for me
too. I go ahead now looking forward to rejoining my parents. My oldest son,
a boy of maybe 17, came to Nate's office and sucked me off. Then as quickly
as I remembered seeing my father, a doctor came and I saw the needle. My
life was over now.

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