Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2013 06:53:40 +0100
From: keith farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave One Part 3

Slave 165 chapter 3

This is a fiction story, all characters and events are fictional, so any
resemblance with reality is a coincidence.  This is a homoerotic story that
includes slavery and humiliation intended to entertain adults. If you are
offended by this content don't read it. It is recommended that you check in
your jurisdiction the legal age to read it as well.  Important note: If you
read this story you are certifying that you have the legal age to read it.

Thanks to my editor Donny, who has helped me keep this story on track.


I slowly awoke during the night. I could feel Graeme shaking in a soft
gentle cry. He did not seem to be awake, so I gently reached over and
pulled him to me. He rested his head almost on my chest and settled back
down.

I am an early riser. When I awoke again Graeme was still sleeping but with
his head on my chest. I just lay there enjoying having someone with me. My
mind on the other hand decided to remember all that had happened
yesterday. This is a whole new feeling for me. I now have a slave that I
have to punish when he misbehaves and I must totally control him.

After a little while I felt him stir, his breathing changed. I watched as
he suddenly realised that he was cuddled up to a man. I wondered what he is
going to think. He jerked away from me, not knowing that I was already
awake, and moved to lie as far away from me as possible. I decided it was
time to get up and empty my bladder. Now I know that it is expected that my
slave will drink my piss while I lie in bed, but I somehow don't think I am
ready for that yet, if ever. I slid out of bed and at the same time told
Graeme that he needs to get up and get the kettle on. I need my morning
coffee.

By the time I am finished in the bathroom, Graeme has made the coffee. I
pour a cup for myself, and then decided to allow him a cup of coffee too. I
then instruct him to clean himself and do his ablutions before breakfast. I
am not sure what to get him to do, so I decide to tell him to really clean
the flat today, and do the washing and ironing.

I also made it clear that I will watch him when it comes to ironing to make
sure he is doing things right and I don't want to see dust or dirty floors
either. I got the cereal out and made some for both of us. I did not ask
how he likes his cereal; I just did it the way mine was always done.

After breakfast, I left him to do the things I wanted him to do, while I
dressed to go out. I had still not allowed him to put on any clothes and I
think I am going to enjoy having him naked around the flat. Nice seeing his
bum all even again, I must remember to buy more of that ointment, it worked
wonders at taking away the bruising overnight.

As I left, I told Graeme to carry on doing as I had instructed and that no
one was allowed in the flat and I don't want any problems.

I went down to my office, to look over a few business plans, when my spouse
had passed away; I had been left well off. Being single and gay, I had
always dreamed of buying a disused country manor house and turning it into
a nice home but the cost of labour here in Scotland would make it very
expensive to restore.

I put a few feelers out, it would be wonderful if I could find something I
liked and have it looked after by hot young slaves, this could really work.

I had not told anyone how excited I had become watching Graeme get
whipped. Damn, I had never even tried anything like physical punishment, I
knew I did not like the idea of anyone hitting me, I have enough pain from
my back and legs but seeing someone else being punished and the thought of
being able to punish them, wow, that gets my dick hard.

It took me a couple of hours to go over my business investments, sort out a
few problems. I only went down to the office once every few days; as I did
not want all my business papers in the flat. I was about to finish up and
head home when I received a call on my mobile.  It was the slave authority
officer, I wondered what he wanted. Was there a problem about Graeme? He
needed to come and discuss a few things with me in private. I told him
where I was and he told me that he could be there with me in a couple of
minutes. He thought it would take him about five to ten minutes. I was
intrigued so I had to wait and see what he had in mind.

It took him well over ten minutes; it was nearer to twenty minutes to get
to my office. He was a little surprised; he told me that he thought phoning
my mobile would be the best, and that he never knew I had an office.

We chatted about a few things, which he seemed to want to know a lot about
me. He stated that he knew that I must be gay. Sorry but this is not my
idea of a dream guy.

He told me that he knew there was going to be a roundup of the street boys
in the town and as he had spoken to his better half who works with street
kids he had found out that many of the younger guys had lost their homes
through homophobia. This really scared me because I don't want to deal with
HIV+ drug taking kids. I was thinking more about taking young men as
slaves. But he persuaded me to hear him out. What he felt was that I could
set up a home for the younger children and use slaves to care for the home
and property.

It was either that or those children would be sent to government run slave
training camps, where they would be trained to be slaves and end up
spending their whole lives as slaves. He just felt that this would not be
fair on young lives.

I knew that was his spouse speaking. I told him that I would think about
it, but if I went ahead with that idea and using my idea of the manor
house. I would only be prepared to help those which can be changed, I was
not going to put any of my time into young people who were HIV+, I just
felt that it was going to be hard enough dealing with young people and
slaves. I felt that it would be too much to deal with young people who have
no chance for reaching maturity.

Even this new independent government did not take very long to decide to
limit the amount of retro-viral drugs being given to the poor. The further
condition will be that I will decide on each person myself. I asked him how
it was planned for this to be done. He said it would happen in the next
month or so. What he hoped to do was get these that wanted to, to volunteer
themselves to me as slaves and have the younger children given to my
custody. He said that younger children would not be slaves and if this
worked out the state will pay towards their keep. He also promised me that
he would arrange a full medical for all those that took up the offer. Once
we were done we parted, he went back to his place of work or wherever he
had to be and I went back to the flat, it was time for a late lunch.

When I walked in I could see that the flat looked nice and clean, I
expected the job to be half done. Graeme came up to me, with a few phone
messages, he also asked if he could be free to speak to me instead of just
waiting for me to guess what he needed to tell me. I thought that would be
a good idea, but told him that he may only do that when the two of us are
together. Outside of this apartment or in the company of others, he will be
the slave and do what I asked without complaint or face punishment.

I wanted him to understand that I control everything he does or wants to
do. When I say jump, I don't want him to ask why, I want him to ask how
high. Graeme informed me that his best friend had phoned and his number is
there in my messages, he does not know what he wants, he just asked if my
master would please phone him. I asked what his friend's name was and he
told me that it was Darryll.

I phoned Darryll from the living room while Graeme went to make me
coffee. Darryll said that he was near and asked if I would mind if he came
around to discuss something. I told him no problem.

He arrived about five minutes later.  I greeted him and offered him coffee
or tea, he requested coffee and I felt like another cup, so I told Graeme
to make coffee for both of us, and to carry on with his work.

What Darryll had to say, shocked me a little. Graeme had gotten his
girlfriend pregnant about four months ago and as he was now a slave, the
girlfriend wanted to know if I would consider taking his baby as my
child. I would have to be listed as the sole parent, so that the child
would not be a slave by birth.

She did not think she would be able to find another home for the child now
that the father was a slave. I never thought that this would be something
that I in my early fifties would have, to have to raise a child. I had
always wanted to be a daddy, but had thought that would never
happen. Darryll said that if I was in agreement, all I have to do was phone
the girlfriend to make the arrangement to see her and her family to sort
this matter out.

I phoned the girlfriend, and discussed when to meet her; she requested that
we meet on the Tuesday of the next week at three p.m., as her parents would
also be at the meeting, along with the family solicitor. She wanted to make
sure that the child would have a happy free life, and most importantly she
wanted to know that I would treat the child as my own and love him as my
own my whole life.

I said, "Him? Yes definitely as I have no children, he would be my child,
and I hoped that she would to object to the child carrying my surname." I
was very happy and agreed to the time before ringing off.

Darryll started discussing the new slave laws. He seemed surprised that I
had gone out and left Graeme home alone that morning. I told him that was
not really a problem because he is chipped and does not want to face what
will happen if he tried to run away. Darryll asked if it is true that one
can do anything to a slave without fear from the slave.

I asked him, "What do you mean?" He wanted to know if I could fuck him and
if Graeme could object. I told him you don't just fuck someone, you make
love to them, but as Graeme is a slave I can have him do anything I
want. He has no rights over himself or his body, and according to the law
he is my property for the next five years, unless he fucks up, in which
case he will get life as a slave.

Darryll said he noticed that I did not allow Graeme to have coffee when we
were having coffee. He also noticed that I was not allowing him to smoke
cigarettes. I explained that as I own Graeme, I can control everything in
his life including smoking, drinking or even wearing clothes. If Graeme
misbehaves I will punish him, and he is also not allowed to talk back to me
when I give him any instruction.

Darryll asked about the item attached to his cock. I took the time to
explain what it does and how it works, then called Graeme. As I was sitting
on the couch beside Darryll, I told Graeme to show what had been done to
his cock. Graeme blush and agonisingly he dutifully displayed the clamping
devise for his friend to see. I noted that the skin now looked dead and a
little untidy and smelly. So I instructed Graeme to go to my bedroom and in
the third drawer down, he would find a surgical scalpel, and to bring it to
me.

While he went to do that, Darryll asked me if I was going to cut the skin
off now, I looked at him and smiled, then asked do you want me to? He
blushed and got a naughty smile on his face, and then he whispered that he
noticed Graeme never complained, just did what I asked. Again I told him
that Graeme has to learn to trust me in every decision I make.

When Graeme came back with the scalpel, I told him to relax; I could see
the fear in his face. I pinched his foreskin and asked if there was any
pain or feeling. He told me that he could not feel anything. I neatly
trimmed just shy of the clip and removed the skin, there was no blood. I
handed the skin to Graeme along with the scalpel and told him to dispose of
the skin and the blade, and then to put the handle back where he found it.

While he went to do that I went to wash my hands and when I came back into
the room, Darryll was busy getting ready to leave. I told him about the
arrangement for the next week and also told him that he was welcome to
visit again. Darryll said he would be happy to and asked if I wanted him to
look after Graeme while I went to the meeting with his girlfriend's
family. I thought for few moments and decided that I might be a good idea,
at least then I would know that he would make sure Graeme did not get up to
mischief, I did warn him that I don't smoke and will not tolerate smoking
in my home. We greeted and he left. It was time to start dinner.

Graeme

What a strange day it has been, I thought master was going to be very hard
to please. I worked hard to make sure his home was clean. I had gotten
disturbed by the phone a few times, at first I was not sure what to do as
master had told me not to phone anyone, maybe I better just take
messages. I was surprised at how Darryll spoke to me, as soon as he heard
my voice, he just said please get my master to call him on his mobile as
soon as possible and before I could answer him he rang off.  This upset me,
as we had been friends since kinder-garden.

As soon as master entered, I went to him and handed him the messages. I
thought master was going to get angry, but he just looked at the messages
and then sat down.  He told me to make him coffee. I know not to ask,
master will tell me if I could have some coffee, I would love to have a cup
full now, but I will do what is expected. After taking in his coffee, I
went to wash the kitchen floor. I know it looked clean, but I could feel it
sticking to my feet very slightly as I walked.

A few minutes later I heard the door buzzer and Darryll arrived. Master
called and told me to make coffee for Darryll and that he would like
another cup. Darryll did seem to be amused at the fact that I am naked, but
we have seen each other before, at school and the swimming pools. I went
and did as I was told.

When I took the coffee in I could hear they were talking about his
girlfriend, then I heard master on the phone, he has made arrangements to
see her next week, I am now scared, what if he finds out she is pregnant
with my child, God I hope not! What will master do about if he finds out?

I was so ashamed when master called me in so that Darryll could see that
contraption on my cock, it no longer hurt but I could smell it, I have
already washed it four times today. Afterwards master told me to go and get
a knife from the drawer next to his bed. I was scared but I have to try and
trust that master will not hurt me. Master carefully cut the dead skin
away. I thought I was going to faint, but it did not bleed. I could see
that there was still a very little bit of the skin left right next to the
clamp. I knew from what master had read about this circumcision device, it
would drop off once completely healed.

Master then put the clipped skin in my hand to throw away, I decided to
flush it, so I threw away the blade, and then I went into the bathroom to
wash and flush the skin away, I also relieved my bladder, I hope master
will be okay with me doing that. I washed my cock and my hands again. Gee,
it smelt much better now.

After Darryll left, I collected the coffee mugs and went to the kitchen.
Master followed me in and said we need to start dinner.