Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 00:02:47 +0100 From: Keith Francis Farrell Subject: Slave 165 ch 25 Hi, hope you all enjoy this story, this is all made up, Nothing is true. Yes Ronald did exist, but the Ronald in this story only has the gentle but firm personality of the real Ronald (Ronnie) The man who taught me to love myself and he was at my side for 24 years. This story might not be what you expect, but I have had fun writing it. I do love hearing from all the readers. Without Donny as my editor, this story would not make it very far. without Nifty, you would not get to read it either. Do keep the notes coming. Slave 165 ch 25 Kyle Sanatorium Kalum and I are both football players, I'm nineteen and Kalum is eighteen. We both got into the same college on football scholarships, they must be happy to have us here, because our dad is the Vice President. Growing up here has been great, after mum divorced dad, she had us move down to where her folks stayed before they died. I never thought I would like Alabama and when they brought in slavery here I got worried, but it seemed to go alright. There was not a big outcry and it was only the poor, the criminals and the fags that got enslaved. We have a fag house slave at home. It is great, we can and do punish him every day, and then he either gets fucked or he sucks us off before we go to sleep. I don't know if mom is also using the slave during the day. During the second class period, there was a knock at the door, and when the professor opened the door there were two slavery officers and the School President that came in. They talked for a few minutes and then looked at me, but I did not worry because dad can fix anything. My name was called and I was asked to come to the front. I did, a little unsure about this, but when slavery officers speak you don't fight with them. I had seen what happens. I stood in front of the class and the School President read out an enslavement order, it seems I have been enslaved because my fees are in arrears. This is nonsense, they must just allow me to go home and I can get the money. I have a big enough stash, we have been making money on the side for years selling grass and sometimes harder drugs, but no one knows about that. I tried to explain that the account can be paid, but the School President laughed and said that my father is now a slave in Scotland and that he was caught dealing in drugs. I said I have some of my own money at home, I can phone and get my slave to get it out for them. Again he laughed and said there is no more home, and that everything has already been taken by the state for taxes and as ill gotten gains. The only two assets left are me and my brother, I then knew I was doomed. There is no use fighting as I knew I would have to strip here and now. This is so embarrassing, the worst thing possible. I can see the fags smiling and I knew they wanted to see my cock. I had told them many times that if they wanted to see it they had to suck it. My brother and I are very well known around college, and there are many fags that have had an accident when we have been near. It is a nice feeling when you hear a bone break as you hit them. The worst thing about this is no matter how hard I try I am getting a stiffy. I feel the pain of one of the slavery officer's whips on my butt, and he reminds me to pay attention. I hate the feeling of a collar being fitted and locked in place. I shook and screamed when I felt the burning of a branding iron on my left butt cheek. Damn, I never knew that those little hand held branding irons could get so hot so quick. It is small and works on a little gas canister. I cried and I am lucky I was able to hold my piss in because the last time I had seen it done here, the guy had pissed all over the floor. He was then made to get down on his hands and knees and lick it all up. I think I am lucky that I did manage to get to the toilet during the break between classes. The slavery officers fitted me with a ball clincher, and to that they clipped a lead. I now felt like I was no longer human, but an animal as I was led out of the class. I looked towards my brother's class and saw that the same had happened to him, I could see where his tears had run down his cheeks. The brand on his ass looked very sore with white and red burn marks and I knew mine must look the same. We were both moved over to a slave holding rail and our leads were locked to the rail. I was still stunned as I watched the slavery officers and the School President walk away towards his office. They were laughing and joking about how dad had been enslaved. They thought it was very funny watching the whole thing televised on national TV. I listened, hoping to hear that this was all a joke. I heard them say that dad and the director of the CIA had been in court where they had been enslaved, then they were taken to a machine for castration. I could not believe what I was hearing. This is impossible, but the way they described it I knew it was a variation of that machine that is available to the state for castrations. Kalum Today started out great, I finally got the courage to admit to the person I have been having feelings for, and that I really want to get to know him and with some persuasion he agreed to go out with me. Then I found myself enslaved. My whole world came crashing down and when I saw my brother was also enslaved I knew that life as we know it was over. I love my brother and tried hard to be like him, although I knew he must never find out that I like guys. He would have made my life hell. I wonder what our life is going to be like from now on and I only hope that we get a good master. I asked my brother if he really believes what they are saying about dad and he said that he was sure it is true because he remembers hearing about Scotland having slaves now. He thought it was funny that they don't keep their slaves naked all the time like we do here, but I suppose it is because of the weather. I know we are going to be fastened here all day, as I know what was done to others who were enslaved. They were fucked and gave blow jobs to a lot of the guys. I know we all treated them like shit. I only hope that they are gentle, but in truth I know they are going to be rough. All the girls used to say there is a new slave, go get your rocks off, so that I don't have to worry for a few days and we thought nothing of doing that. People would stand around telling you to fuck them harder and laugh. Now it is us and I wish I could die now. It was just as I expected, we went through hell between classes, but thankfully there was not enough time for them all. I was so degraded and the boy who I liked had made a point of demanding a blow-job from me. He then went on to tell everyone that I am a good fag. During the next class period I saw the school President coming towards us with the slavery officers. I did not like the look of this and was crying softly. He was not a happy man and I could see that he was very angry, but he never spoke to us. He just instructed the slavery officers that we were the two. It was then that I noticed that these two slavery officers were not the same ones as before, and they in fact seemed to be nicer. We were led out and fastened in the back of a slave transport van. Thankfully we were allowed to use the restrooms first, they told us to be quick and finish our business because we have a long way to go. I thought all slavery vans had enclosed areas where slaves could not see out, but between the front and the back there was no closed barrier, only a sort of cage barrier. We could even hear music from the radio. The slavery officers said we could talk quietly if we wanted to, but do it quietly. He also made a point of saying how lucky we are. He told us if we need to go again during the trip, that we must use the bottle supplied. I looked at my brother and for the first time since this had happened, he gave a little smile. I decided that before we go any further, I was going to tell him about me. I told him and strangely his face did not show anger, he just said that he knows, and that he has always known. He told me how sorry he was for the way he had treated me. He said that he is very sorry for allowing things to progress they way they had. He thought that with dad being the way he was, and with dad's help, he had set up that part time business. He said that dad had told him that we needed to learn the business, so that we would be able to help him in the business. He never wanted to go into that business. He said that his actions against gays was to try and stop me from being gay, but he could see how much I enjoyed the sex with our slave, and how much I hated sex with the girls. For a long time we sat and cried together and every now and then we would look towards the front of the van to see where we were going and the more we looked the more we realised we were heading towards Washington. The two officers changed drivers every few hours, but they did not look at us, and they did not talk to us. They however were not as cruel as the slavery officers that we have come to know. Ronald As promised I took Luke with me to see Melvyn. I did not know what was going to happen, I did have a funny feeling that my family was going to grow again and I know Melvyn wants Luke there to twist my arm, but the thing is he does not need Luke. If possible I will always help children. I have seen the changes that have happened with my slaves, and even the outside slaves work hard and do their best for me. I sat listening to what Melvyn had to say and he told us all about the American VP. We already knew he was involved in drugs and then Melvyn told us about the children. I saw Luke's face light up, but then I saw a frown appear. Luke told Melvyn that before he agrees to this he personally wants to speak to the President. He felt he needed to discuss things with him first. The little devil, I know he is up to something and I watched as Melvyn phoned the US President. Once he had identified himself, he was put through. Melvyn explained to the President that he had Luke here. Luke wanted to speak to him about the slave VP's children, before he will let his daddy agree to anything. I could hear laughter from the other side of Melvyn 's desk. The President must have really thought this is funny. Luke amazed me the way he spoke to the President, he was very respectful and when he heard that the young children were already in a home waiting for him to get there, he then stopped the President. He told the President that he has heard that there are two older boys as well and that he wants them all. The President told him that the two older brothers had already been enslaved at their college and Luke was insistent. He said that the two older brothers must also be allowed to come, and if he decides to keep them as slaves, then they will be slaves here, but if he decided they are worth saving then he wants to try. I watched in amazement how my lovely little eight (almost nine) year old told the President of the United States what he wanted. He would not give up, and he was very determined. Only when the President agreed to do it for him, did Luke agree to the trip over. Luke was overjoyed to hear that Airforce Two was standing by for his trip and we were expected in two days time. With that completed, Melvyn looked at me and said that I have a little boss with me. He never thought that he would live long enough to hear someone get the American President, to agree to do what he wants, especially someone Luke's age. Melvyn broke the news when he asked if my bank details were still the same. I asked why and he told me that I have gotten another reward from funds recovered from the drug cartel. He then went on to explain that not all the funds came from drugs, and he then explained about the CIA slush fund. Melvyn supplied me with documents from the government regarding the tax on the funds being transferred. I looked at the figures, but it did not sink in until I read the amount in words. Melvyn was busy doing the transfer. Luke seemed to get a little worried and I heard this little voice asking me if I am okay and I nodded and smiled at Luke. I felt better when he climbed on my lap. There is nothing like feeling the complete love and trust of your child. Luke also looked at the paper in my hand and asked me if it was a lot of money. I told him yes and I pointed to the words and asked him if he knew those words. He tried saying the amount, but it came out funny. I had to correct him. The amount was just over one billion pounds. I told him that it was a lot of money and I asked Melvyn if this was the correct amount. Melvyn told me the amount recovered was almost seven billion dollars. This totally destroyed my day, how was I going to cope with managing this amount of money? Sure I have had money, there was always ample and we managed what we have well. When we got the first reward it was great to have that extra money as a cushion, but now that we have the second reward. Our worries for the home are over. Now I have enough to have homes like mine all over Scotland, but I don't want that. Luke and I stopped at the bank. We had to get the funds working. The poor bank manager, when he looked at the amount, his whole attitude to me changed. Sure he had always been nice and polite, but now the poor fellow was almost bowing and scraping. I explained that I needed some US dollars for a trip that we are doing in two days time. The manager being an aircraft fanatic asked if we knew that the US President's aircraft was at the airport. Luke piped up and said, no that it was not Airforce One, it is Airforce Two, and then the little tyke said that we were going to use it for our trip to the United States. He was so happy, and then he said that the President had personally invited him. I saw the look on the manager's face and he did not believe my child. So I said it is true, Luke and the President had a long chat this morning on the phone and if he does not believe me he can phone Melvyn. The poor guy looked stunned and he said that he would order the cash for me right away, but he expected it would be available tomorrow. I told him that was totally acceptable. We of course had to stop by at TJ's office. Luke was as always very happy to see TJ. Luke explained about our trip, and said that he is looking forward to meeting the President. TJ shared with us what had happened on the return from court. He said that the cardinal had cried and begged, but like all men, he had cum and lost his balls. TJ said that he thought with all the sex that had happened in their cells during the night that it would take all day, but if anything it seemed to speed up the process. He now had a very subdued group of slaves. Luke then asked to see the ex VP. Luke I know I did not need to tell this man anything, but I wanted him to know that his children are safe. I am not sure about the two older boys. I still have to see if they are going to be slaves or brothers, but I will not let them hurt my family. He seemed very happy to know this and kept saying thank you. So I told him that at least he knows they will be happy and safe and that my daddy will treat them as his. I could not wait to get home and tell my brothers and sister that we were going to have some new sisters and brothers. The only thing I am not happy about is the two older boys are already slaves in America and they will never be allowed to go back. Uncle Melvyn has said that I need not worry as there will be new certificates issued for them with our surname. We have to keep treating them as slaves until we leave America. The President was very insistent, that during our stay those two would be slaves and they will not be allowed to dress. They would have to remain inside our rooms and do all the work of slaves, that meant that they could be punished if they did not do their work correctly and behave as slaves. The President did say that I can choose once they are home with me, if they are to remain slaves or become brothers.