Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2013 21:58:42 +0100
From: keith farrell <keithff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave One 5

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Slave 165 ch 5

The whole way home Graeme was on pins and needles, as soon as we arrived
back at the flat, I told him to make us some coffee. I needed to ask him
what was bothering him, I thought we had sorted out the blow-job problem
this morning, but I could see that he was struggling with something.

I don't want him to do something stupid and endanger his release date; he
has only been here four days. His world has been turned upside down and I
find it hard to believe that he has accepted what happened to him so
easily. The only thing I can think of is that he needs the structure in his
life.

I allowed Graeme to settle down in on the couch next to me, I felt it was
better to have him near me, that way if I have to give him a clip around
his ear, I will not have to reach far. When he finished drinking half his
coffee and put his cup down, I asked him what the problem was.

Graeme burst into tears. I did not understand this, why is he crying? I am
not hurting him. When he settled down a little I repeated my question. He
spoke with a stutter and asked me why I am being so nice to him after how
he tried to get money out of me.

"I am a waste of your time and I am a bad person."  He sobbed loudly.

Now I started feeling bad, I should never have allowed this to happen. I
should have tried to be more understanding, but would that have helped him?
Maybe this was meant to happen and I can change the direction of this boy's
life.

I told Graeme that my whole idea started with him. He as the first would be
able to help the other boys that get enslaved settled in. It is going to be
hard work for him because most of the children are or think that they are
gay and were forced to leave their homes.

They are going to get enslaved, not because they did wrong, but simply
because their families chose to chase them away from their home and just
because they thought that their children were gay. It is not fair on those
children.

I wanted him to remember that he was serving his time for what he tried to
do, but the other slaves that I was expecting would not have done anything
wrong. I decided that we would just relax and enjoy what was left of the
day and watch TV and then eat when we were hungry.

While watching the TV, I noticed that Graeme seemed to settle in closer to
me, and eventually he was leaning against me watching TV, so I just put my
arm around his shoulders. I heard him give a little contented sigh and I
felt that we had passed a major turning point in his life. Getting to bed
was the usual toilet, shower and teeth brushing and this time Graeme seemed
to snuggle up against me the moment we got into bed.

Monday morning came with something of a shock. I had so much to do, so I
slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom, leaving Graeme sleeping. When
I came out of the bathroom, I discover that he had made me coffee, and my
breakfast cereal was waiting next to the coffee. He greeted me with a small
smile, and then went into the bathroom to get showered himself. After
dressing I quickly phoned the slave authority and spoke to the officer that
I had seen last week. We agreed to meet up at my office at nine a.m.,
because he had a full day of cases to take care of.

I quickly gave instructions to Graeme and left for the office. When I
arrived at the office, Officer Jones was already there and I greeted him
and invited him in. While I put the kettle on I told him that I am grateful
for all the help he is giving me, but I said I could not keep calling him
Officer if we are to become friends.

He smiled and said, "All my friends call me TJ."

I said that is much nicer and I then showed him the pictures of the
property I had bought.  I explained where it was and before I could finish
he said he knows the property.

He and his other half would take drives into the country for picnics, and
they had been out to this property before. I decided to get to the point of
what was worrying me. I told him that I was not happy with young people
being enslaved just because they were gay.

TJ explained that most of them were not a bad bunch, but as they had no
qualifications or means to support themselves this new law was going to
cause them to be enslaved. TJ did not like the idea because his other half,
there's that word again; works with these children and this was going to
become a problem in his love life.

I giggled to myself, and decided to play open cards with TJ.  I said that
in case you don't have a working gaydar, I am gay and for a moment I
thought I had blown the friendship that was forming. Then TJ's face lit up
and he said this makes it so much easier because what I have said is the
same as his hubby has said. They have been together for five years.

I suggested we get together with his hubby and see how we can help these
kids. TJ phoned his hubby, who agreed to come around straight away.  We
talked while we waited and when TJ's hubby Alin arrived, I could see that
they were very much in love.

I had to bring this conversation to a point. I asked if it is necessary to
enslave the boys and I was told that anyone could be enslaved over the age
of fourteen, but that there are restrictions in place until they are
sixteen.  I was told that there are seventeen boys in this group and that
three of them are almost eighteen, two are sixteen, four of them are
fifteen, three are fourteen, one is thirteen, two are twelve, one is ten
and the last one is only eight.

I was shocked, that a parent could throw their little child out. I made a
decision on the spot, that these children would be mine. After discussing
this I arranged with TJ and Alin that only the boys that are seventeen
would be enslaved but for a limited period, only until they are twenty-one,
by which time I felt that I would have given them the education or
abilities they needed to earn a living.

I thought if they could not, then I would find something for them to do in
the new home. All the other children would become my adopted children. It
was the best compromise that I could reach to save the children. It seemed
that no matter which way we looked at things this government could not pay
for the children's keep, so they would have enslaved them and sold them to
the highest bidder.

While TJ went off to his office to collect the voluntary enslavement forms,
Alin and I went to where the children were being housed. I explained that I
only expected the keys to the new property later this week and with a
little haggling it was agreed that if we could get the magistrate, (they
used to be called sheriffs here in the old Scotland, but since
independence, they are now called Magistrates), to sign off on the
voluntary enslavement orders and the adoptions of all the other children, I
would pay their board in the home until we can move into my property.

I was a little stressed because a week ago I had been single, living
without a care in the world, and then I got one slave, and now another
three and all these children. I must be mad. Alin went about collecting all
the boys into one room, and when they were all in, I calmly locked the door
and slid the key into my pocket. One of the bigger boys saw this and
started to panic but I told him to calm down and I will explain what we as
a group have to do.

I went on to tell them who I was and why I was here and what I was able to
arrange for them. I explained that if I did not do this they could all end
up being slaves for life. I discussed that although some of them namely the
elder ones would have to be enslaved voluntarily but only for a period of
time and, I that will provide them all the help I possibly could, I also
explained to the group that if any of them did not pull their weight and
work together as a team, I would not hesitate to have them enslaved.

I want this to work and be my legacy. I hoped that they would all consider
what I had said. I asked them to stay in the room and discuss my offer. I
would also be locking the door, but we would only be in Alin's office. I
then asked would fifteen minutes be long enough or do they want longer?

They were all silent, so Alin and I left to go his office and met up with
TJ just coming into the building, we trooped into Alin's office. Where I
let TJ into what had happened and after about twenty minutes, we went back
to the room where the boys were, I could see there were a lot of the boys
that had been crying.

The older boys spoke up and said that they have been looking after the
younger boys as best as they were able but they know that there is very
little they can to do prevent the whole group from becoming slaves. This
plan would be that only the older boys would be slaves and all the younger
boys would have a chance of a normal life.

I said that I would not have a problem with them all using my surname; even
the older boys would be welcome. It seemed to be a good idea because most
of the boys only used their first names; some of them did not remember
their full names and some chose to forget their family names anyway.

I asked the older boys if everyone had agreed to my plan and were going to
accept what was required and work to make this plan work. They explained
that they all had agreed and that some of the boys were very upset and had
cried, but all had agreed.

Right away TJ went to work on the three older boys, he put collars around
their necks and told them that once he programmed in their details they
would officially be temporary slaves. We reminded them of the correct way
to talk to free men. TJ said he was going to try and arrange for them to
just have the temporary collars and not the implant, simply because they
had not done anything wrong apart from losing their home.

We did warn them that if they ran away and were caught they would be
enslaved for life. TJ threw in that runaway slaves lost their balls when
they were caught. It was so funny, suddenly seventeen pairs of hands
covered their crotches.

Alin went on to fill in all the adoption documentation and I had to sign
each one. It was decided that we: Alin, TJ and I, would all go together to
the magistrate to get these documents signed. I hoped that this was going
to be the last time I would have to go to the court for a long time.

We arrived at the courthouse, and the magistrate was able to see us as he
was in recess. We explained what we had agreed to and why. He was very
shocked that children so young were tossed out by their parents, who
thought they were gay. The magistrate saw red and he asked Alin if he had
contacted any of the parents.

Fortunately, Alin was able to show him the file for each child which gave
the parents details. The magistrate called his assistant, and request that
he draw the records of each of the parents along with their financial
statements.

He then requested coffee for all of us while those details were drawn from
the computers. We had just finished our coffee, when there was a knock on
the door; it was his assistant with the reports. As the magistrate went
through each child's documents, he noted some things on each adoption file.

I did not know what he was doing, but when he was finished, he looked at us
and said that the three who had volunteered to be slaves should not be
slaves. Their parents were very rich. He asked Alin to draw up adoption
documents for them too.  Then he looked at me and asked are you really
prepared to take on this responsibility?  I laughed and said seems like I
am. He just laughed as well. When he asked me why the address for all the
boys was for Craigie Hall, I told him that I had bought the place that
weekend on auction, and that I intended it to be my home, a home for all of
the boys.

Once Alin had finished filling in the last three documents, the magistrate
signed all of them and tore up the three voluntary enslavement orders. I
was very surprised; I had not expected that he would agree to that. The
magistrate then said that he has attached one child portion of the value to
each child's parent's estate, and as he has checked each of their parents
bank account, there is that value in cash and he is issuing an attachment
order for the funds.

He told me that the documents would all be ready for me at four p.m. I
thanked him and we left him to get on with his days work.  As we left the
courthouse, I asked that TJ and Alin not say anything to my adopted
children about the three elder boys until I had discussed things with
them. I also wanted to know something about the collars, I was happy with
the answer I was given by TJ.

When we entered the home that Alin runs, I saw a number of apprehensive
boys, I smiled and told them to get everyone together in the meeting room,
and I asked where the three elder boys were and went to see them myself. As
I walked into the room where they were waiting, I was surprised to see the
three of them were naked apart from their collars.

I could also see a lot of uncertainty in their faces. I decided to do an
inspection of each of their bodies; they were impressive to say the
least. The first one had a nice build, looked like a hot football player,
with short spiky brown hair and brown eyes. He allowed me to run my hand
over his body, feeling all the smooth muscles. He has an average cock, nice
and straight, and uncut, all in all a fine specimen of a young man.

When I stepped up to the next boy, he was slim built, but with a mass of
reddish hair, a furry body, also beautifully shaped.

The third young man was small and blond, very light skin, soft and gentle
eyes. I thought he had those kissable lips. Just the right sort of height I
like in a lover, small and petite.

I then sat down, looked at the three of them, and said it was lovely seeing
what they have to offer, but they are now part of my family and not slaves,
for a few minutes there was dead silence. Slowly the first face lit up, and
then the other two followed. Before I could move I had my arms full of
sobbing, smiling boys.

Once they had settled down a little, I asked them would they prefer to stay
naked or dress, until we can get everything sorted out. They kept wiping
their eyes and smiling as they dressed. Once finished I had them sit down
with me, so that I could go through my idea.  If they don't like it or
don't want to do it, it is fine, as I will not stop loving them.

I felt that it would be a good idea for them to become the care givers of
all the younger children. At the same time we have to make all of them
realise that if they don't work hard, they will end up living their days
out as slaves. I made a point that I already owned one slave, Graeme, who
while in the house, walked around with only a collar on.

If they were agreeable, as all the younger children knew they had voluntary
given up their freedom so that they might have a home. It might be a good
idea to continue with them as slaves. I hoped that the younger ones would
become more accepting of slaves. I suggested that they discuss it amongst
themselves, but there was no pressure. I will love them either way. I also
told them that they all now have my surname. I left the room after
receiving more hugs, telling them to join us when they are ready.

I went into the meeting room and was surrounded by fourteen more very happy
boys, as one they all asked me is it true, are they now my children? I said
yes, all seventeen of them now have my surname. They asked all of us, but
we thought slaves did not have surnames. I reminded them that the three had
volunteered, to which there was a lot of sad faces.

They all said that it does not matter, they are still our brothers, and
that they will never treat them as anything other than brothers. At that
moment the three older boys joined us. They were dressed, but had put their
collars back on. They were happy when they heard what all the boys had
said.

Now was a good time for me to lay down the law. I made it clear that as all
the boys might or might not be gay and that as some of them were slaves. I
expect that they all treat each other with some respect, as they now all
have my surname. I explained that Graeme is my personal slave, and that the
three older boys have taken on the responsibility to look after
everyone. That does not mean that the rest of the boys can misbehave or
abuse anybody. I warned them that if that was to happen they could end up
as slaves too.

I decided that they needed to understand just how close they had come to
becoming slaves. I made it clear that they would all be expected to keep
their personal area tidy. The final thing that I wanted them all to
understand was that, none of them will be allowed to force anyone to have
sex. I do know that they will all play, but if someone says `NO' it has to
remain `No'.

I would spank anyone that misbehaves and would use a cane if the person did
something to deserve that as well.  There would also be punishments, where
a child could become a slave to his brothers for a set period of time, to
correct them.

They would need to shower or bath every day, and each of them would need to
take care of their teeth. I would provide everything they needed. I planned
a shopping trip for the next morning, where I would buy them the clothes
they needed, tooth brushes, soaps, etc. I expected the boys to make up a
list of what each one requires next to their names.

This was going to be exhausting, but I had things I needed to do to get
everything finished, all I had had to eat was breakfast. As KFC was just
down the road, I suggested that we all go there for something to eat, but
first I needed to phone home to make sure that Graeme also had something to
eat. A quick call was all it took. Graeme would warm up some of the
leftovers and have some coffee, also there were no messages but an envelope
had been delivered, for me along with a big bunch of keys.

We trooped into KFC; they must have been surprised when all the boys went
to sit down. I went to the counter and ordered the same meal for all of us;
twenty meal boxes and a selection of cold drinks for the boys, along with
two coffees and a tea for us adults. I paid for everything, and then went
to the tables and sat down.

The KFC meals were polished off in double quick time, thank goodness I
up-sized the meals. That was another thing I was going to have to do some
thinking about, my feeling was to buy a Meat-Master, and then I could buy
the meat directly from the abattoir, we could then work it at home, and
freeze it. We would also have to start growing as much of our own food as
possible.

I had to go; I had to collect all the documents. When I got to the
magistrates office, everything was waiting for me. All the documents for
each child and attachment orders for funds from the bank accounts of their
ex-parents and all I had to do was provide a bank account and the funds for
each child would be transferred.

Everything I needed including the name of the bank where funds were held.
The banks would transfer the funds and keep the original court order
documents, a copy would go to the ex-parents and a copy would stay with
me. If any ex-parent wanted to contest the court order they would have to
present themselves to the magistrate who issued the order.

I had an account, which the funds could be transferred into, so I quickly
went around to the main branches of the three banks where they had the
funds, provided the information and left with a bunch of transfer
confirmations.

When I got back to the flat I was exhausted. I did not even tell Graeme to
make coffee; it appeared soon after I arrived home. While resting it
suddenly dawned on me what I had done, I started shaking. I told myself I
was a fool; a week ago I was free to do what I wanted now I have eighteen
people depending on me.

I took a deep breath, and decided that I would not let the boys down. They
needed a good home, and I am able to provide that. I was glad that I had
been able to save those boys from slavery. I felt I had to tell Graeme, so
I told him the whole story. When I was finished, he said, so the three boys
my age, who will look like slaves, are in fact free, but they are going to
work like me and with me to provide a safe home for the boys.

Master I am very happy and proud to be your slave. I will do everything I
can to make you proud of me and I will be the best slave that I can. One
thing I would like to ask master. I looked at him, and said ask, so Graeme
asked.  That as his family had disowned him would it be possible, if I was
willing, to change his surname to mine when he gets freed?  I told him that
would be his choice to make.

We had a quite dinner, watched a little TV, showered and went to bed. I did
notice that Graeme's cock was starting to look a lot better. I don't even
remember going to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I was alone in the
bed. I sat up and Graeme walked in with my morning coffee. Today was going
to be another busy day.

After we had gotten prepared for the day, I told Graeme to dress as we were
all going out to do some shopping.  I said that while I am buying lots of
clothes for the younger children, the four slaves will also need some basic
clothes. We will buy what they need so that we can get through winter, I
also wanted the four of them to have winter boots, and I reminded him that
none of the younger children know that the other three are not slaves, and
like him they would also be wearing collars.

My bank account took a big denting that morning; each of the children had
four good sets of clothes, a couple of tracksuits, jackets, gloves, socks,
underwear, trainers, good shoes and two sets of pyjamas each; for the four
slaves I had brought two lots of sturdy clothes, socks and boots. They
themselves decided that they were all going to dress alike.

Again lunch was a madhouse, this time I decided that we would all have a
roll, so we raided the best sandwich shop in town, where foot long rolls
with meat cheese and a choice of salad, along with a drink was made up for
each of my boys.

Once everyone had enough to eat they all collected their packages, and
trooped back to the home where they were still staying. I took Graeme home,
and reminded him that his best friend was going to be there to keep him
company, while I went out for a meeting. I told him that I hoped the two of
them would stay best of friends until he was freed. Darryll arrived just
after two p.m. We had a quick chat, and I said I would see them later.

Gaige: (17) tall brown hair,

Connor: 17 redhead

Anthony: (17) small blond

Wesley: (16)

Jon: (16)

Adam: (15)

Garrett: (15)

Logan: (15) black curly hair

Alex: (15)

Justin: (14)

Paul: (14)

Rob: (14)

Michael: (13) blond

Joey: (12) dark blond with a cheeky smile and dimples

Matthew: (12)

William: (10)

Luke: (8) ginger hair with freckles across his nose.