Date: Sat, 4 May 2013 12:09:32 +0100 From: keith farrell Subject: Slave 165 chapter 7 This is my writing, I really could not get it posted for you to read without all the work my editor puts in. Also without your emails I would not know if I am doing a good job of writing this story. This is not the normal type slave story. It is about having to find your way into a new world were slavery has just started. no one really knows what they are doing and everything is changing day by day. Enjoy Keith Slave 165 ch7 TJ I really did not feel like getting up this morning, it was so nice and warm next Alin, but I have to go out to do this pick up. When I got to the house I met up with my watcher, I had decided that it would be better that I have some of the local law enforcement guys with me and since I am using a prisoner movement van there will be no need to call a transporter. I also have a few more pickups to do this morning before court. I have told my watcher to go home and rest. I was worried that Darryll would make a run for the England border, which I'm glad he did not. It is a hell of a job to get them back and most times we are unsuccessful at getting anyone back to stand trial. I knocked loudly on the door, and after a few minutes a light came on. I then heard someone asking for me to identify myself, so I did, the two officers also identified themselves before the door opened. I was looking at a most attractive mid thirties woman. I explained that we needed to see Darryll and she led us through to his room. As we walked in she switched on the light and moved to wake Darryll up, but he was already almost awake. The moment he saw us I saw fear in his face. Darryll Oh shit, what do they want? I best get up; thank goodness I wore my tracksuit to bed. These guys don't speak too much and all he said was I needed to go with them now. I asked why, and was told that it is because of a problem with Graeme. Damn, I hope he has not run away or something. I said I will be glad to help them, I know all Graeme s favourite places. I quickly pulled on my trainers, and asked if I may use the toilet quickly before we go. The slavery officer seemed to be smiling as I said that, and told me that it would be a good idea as I will not get a chance until much later. Five minutes later I was ready, I had washed my face at the same time as doing my hands. I felt I still smelt okay after a quick sniff of my underarms. I picked up my wallet and keys as I left the room. It was strange there were two vehicles outside, we went towards the slave authority van, and he opened the back door. I noticed that it has a big cage with plastic seats in it just like the police vehicles. I wonder why I am not being allowed to ride up front; after all I am helping them. After I sat down the authority officer said we have to belt you in for safety. I thought he was joking, but he fitted me with a five way harness, like the racing drivers have. I am surprised; I never knew that they had such good safety harnesses in them. These vans are normally used for prisoners and I see that this van can take ten prisoners. Another thing I did notice was that this safety harness does not have a button to release it but needs a key. My mum is watching this, so I tell her not to worry, I am sure they only need my help at finding Graeme and as she knows we were always best friends. It was then the slavery officer said, no, and that they know where Graeme is, he is in hospital. I am going with them because I have a court appointment today for what I did to Graeme. I started to fight; I wanted out, I have done no wrong. The more I struggled the louder I got, they then strapped my arms down on the armrests and strapped my legs to the seat legs. I shouted at them that they had the wrong person and that I have done nothing that I am not allowed to do to a slave. I am a free person. The slave authority man was no longer listening to me. He reached over into the front seat and when I saw what he had in his hand, it was a type of gag, but the gag almost looked like a cock. He shoved it in my mouth when all I wanted to do was ask what he wanted to do with it. He strapped it in place. I could not move my tongue. He told me to breathe through my nose. I was very embarrassed as my mum had seen him shove a cock like gag in my mouth. My face was red with shame. TJ I cannot believe it; this ass-hole thinks we need his help finding Graeme; well I am going to play along. I waited for him to finish in the bathroom and winked at the two police officers. They smiled back because they must have realised that this idiot thinks he is helping us. I thought I would have problems getting him in the back of the van, but I just guided him up to one of the slave seats and suggested that I help him with the harness. These are specially made for us; but the police will have them in their new vans soon as well. I then broke the news to him that he has to be in court for what he did to Graeme. He went ballistic. Boy, am I glad that I was able to get him strapped in before I told him. We struggled to fasten his hands and legs in place, but the ass-hole thought that he could shout at me, but I have had enough. The look in his eyes when he saw the cock shaped gag and as he opened his mouth to speak; I did not give him a chance, I just rammed it in. After closing up the van I explained to his mother the real reason why I was here and that Darryll would be in court at nine a.m. She told me that she will have to see if she can get a solicitor for Darrell, but she felt it was very short notice. I felt I needed to say something, but it was not my place. I told her that it would be a simple hearing and Darryll would be able to defend himself in court. She said not to worry she will be there to help her son, because he is a good boy and would never knowingly hurt anyone. She could not understand if he had done something to Graeme, why he was being arrested, because Graeme is a slave and is not subject to the laws for free people. I give up. I told her that I am just doing my job and they must discuss it in court. I gave her copies of all the documents she would need. I am sure she is going to see a solicitor, but when he reads the charges, he is going to know she is wasting his time. Darryll This is not right, Graeme is a slave anyway, so he has to obey me, and I am allowed to use a slave in anyway because I am free man. I had read up on all that shit on the internet and I know I am right. Shit I need to pee again and with this gag in my mouth I cannot even ask to pee. I am not going to go to court with wet clothes on and so I will just have to hold it in now until we get to where we are going. We seem to be going to another section of town and I wonder why we have stopped here, this is not the police station. Shit, here are another two guys and they are also being locked into seats. They have been restrained with bars and straps before being brought in. I am glad I wore my tracksuit to bed. These poor guys slept in the nude and they did not allow them to dress. I see his father pushing some clothes through the window, must be for them. I wonder what they did and I don't know why they were not allowed to dress. I am glad that the van is warm for them. Their bodies are not bad and they look about my age, why are they not gagged like me? They seem to be crying. I wonder what they did. We are at the court now. I hope we get something to eat, I'm starving. When are they going to let us out of the van? I hope that officer has gone to get us something to eat. Hopefully, we can when we are taken inside. I hope those two guys are going to be allowed to dress soon, because there are quite a few people around now. I'm on my way into court. I am now restrained just like those other two are. I heard from the officer that they are the case after mine. I wish they would remove this gag and I need to pee. They have not let me get near a toilet and I have not had anything to eat or drink yet. I will tell the magistrate. I see the magistrate come in. I cannot even sit as I was told I have to stand, still gagged. How am I to defend myself when I cannot talk? He magistrate just looks at me. He asks why I needed to be gagged and the officer said I swear too much, after warning me I would not keep quiet, so he decided that it was best to gag me. The magistrate just said "I see", he has asked me if this is my name, age, date of birth and address. He has it all there, so why does he need me to answer. I just look at him. He tells me to indicate with my head if that is correct. I nodded. He said that the record must show I had indicated that my details were correct. I notice now that Ronald is here when the magistrate speaks to him. What is he asking all this for about Graeme? He knows Graeme is a slave. Ronald is telling him that the doctors worked on Graeme for two hours to repair the damage to his colon, whatever that is. He says that Graeme is still in hospital until later today. How did I hurt Graeme? I have loved Graeme all my life, well until he became a slave. The magistrate is talking to me again. What was that he said? I am being made a slave for life? Why? Now he is saying that as it was the same as rape, they are going to castrate me. You can't cut my balls off, I will die. Graeme is the slave, this is not fair. They cannot do this, I am standing here and now they are cutting my tracksuit off. They did not do that to Graeme, why are they doing that to me? I have to face the public and my parents are here. Mum is crying and dad is holding her, she has not seen me with nothing on for a long time. I turn back to the magistrate, and I hope he was only joking. No, he says not only are they going to cut off my balls, but they are also going to brand me like an animal. They have decided it is a good idea to brand life slaves now. Shit, I cannot stop the pee. I look at Ronald and I want to say sorry to him. I can see he is not happy; I hope he tells Graeme I am sorry. I will ask them to send him a message as soon as I can talk. I have to follow the court officer now and I am not even given a chance to beg. Ronald I watched as Darryll was led away and I felt sorry for him, but it was out of my control. I also feel sorry for his parents. I know nothing about his family. The magistrate had just asked me about Graeme and how he was doing. He has the doctor's report. I wanted to laugh when Darryll was stripped, he looked so stunned. This court really has changed since last week. Graeme was lucky, he was not stripped like that, and he was able to undress himself. Those guys were quick; it is almost like they had been doing this all their lives. They just seemed to slide their hands over Darryll and his clothes fell away. I notice they have little cutters of some sort in their hands. Damn Darryll has a big thick cock. I should know I have seen a few in my life. He looks about ten inches and at least five or six around, no wonder he tore up Graeme so badly. I did not think he would get life at his age and when the magistrate told him that he is going to be branded at the same time as he gets castrated he seemed to melt and he pissed all over the floor. That will teach him, I hope he will be sorry for the pain he has put Graeme through. The magistrate tells me that Darryll is now also my slave. He hopes I am going to use him to look after Graeme, until Graeme is well enough to carry on. He then asks me if I would mind waiting until after the next case, then have tea with him before collecting Darryll. I nod that I would do just that. The next case is called, it is two young men that seem to have a problem, they were caught just before they could vandalise school property. They had been charged and allowed to go home and now they had to face the court, both the boys were led in naked. It seems they have been in front of this court several times in the last year or two. I thought they were brothers but they are best friends. Well, I had heard from TJ that he collected two boys and he had been amused when he went in to find them in bed together. He said the room stank of teen boy spunk. I am glad I am not watching Darryll's processing. I don't like the idea of branding, but TJ told me that they only do it on life slaves that have been guilty of sex or violent crimes against people and as Graeme got hurt, Darryll had to suffer the branding. I asked him about the castration and was told that will be taken care of at the same time. Lucky for Darryll he would be tranquillised for the castration but not for the branding. They will also do a circumcision the same as they did to Graeme. I am thinking through everything and I suddenly realise that the magistrate is asking for me, when the court clerk nudges me. I apologise, the magistrate asks me if I am willing to take these two boys as term slaves. I am confused, why would he want me to do that? As I look at him, he says with the home I am opening for gay boys, I am going to need more help to look after all those children. He feels these two will fit in with the group, so I look at the boys and I notice tears have been running down their faces. Their cocks are about the right size for their age, not fully developed. I ask the magistrate how long the term will be. He tells me that as the normal was enslavement for term slaves until the age of twenty three, if he gives them a term enslavement it has to be no more than five years, so these boys will be with me until they are twenty one. I said that was satisfactory, if they do not learn they can be enslaved for life at anytime. The magistrate knew that I was trying to scare the boys. I said to the magistrate that term slaves cannot be physically marked, but I would prefer them to be circumcised, as I feel it is better for hygiene, and also easier to know who the slaves are. I smiled at the magistrate. He just looked at me and said "So Ordered" and then called a recess. I found out later that their first names were Thomas and Timaeus. Everybody will call them Tim and Tom. They did not like the idea of being circumcised, but it was going to happen, so I left while they were taken for processing and I went to join the Magistrate. We had tea and a little discussion. I mentioned what the three older boys had decided to do to make things easier at the new home. I had received the papers and the keys but with the last few hectic days. I had not done much to make the place habitable. I hope to get that sorted this week. He asked where I was going to put the three new slaves. I said that is not a problem; they can all three share the spare bedroom. He smiles and told me he knows what has been arranged for the one slave and personally he approves. I did not really know what he was talking about until he said that the punishment stated for that law is the only judgement that he can hand down. He is however going to turn a blind eye to it, but suggested that I keep copies of the court order and if I have any problems, I must take immediate action, because I could be held liable if he does it again. I told the magistrate that I really don't know what has been arranged, but if there is any need for something to be done; I would not waste time. We also agreed that if there were other children that needed my type of home, his secretary would call me. If there was to be any delay in getting in, I must just let her know and the child would be held there until I can get them in. He would also keep his eyes open for suitable slaves. He really hated sending young people away for five years and knew that I would work with them to get them back into society. Darryll I cannot believe this is happening. How can they do this? I am going to be worthless. The first chance I get I am going to kill myself; I cannot live like this, without having balls. No I don't want to live. When they branded me, I know it was just on my shoulder blade; I shat myself. This is so painful. The doctor then drew my blood, and gave me an injection, that seemed to help the pain a little, but I could not move. I could feel everything he is doing. I feel pain on my cock, and now I can feel his breathing on my cock head and then the feeling of something being cut, the cutting seemed to go on and on, but it was not very painful, just that I could feel what he is doing. My cock head feels funny. I can feel him moving my balls. Oh God, please don't let him cut my balls off. I hope that it was just a warning like what happened to Graeme. Graeme still has both his balls. Oh God, I can feel him cutting and on both sides, Oh God, what am I going to do, I am now a freak. I feel the stitching and they are covering my crotch up with something. Why did this have to happen to me? Tim I knew we had to be in court today, that's why I stayed over with Tommy. We were stupid, lucky we had not done anything when we were caught. Our biggest problem was that we had the spray-paint cans with us when we were caught. We never expected that we would get enslaved. This is something new. I can't believe they came to collect us for court this morning and I don't know why they did not allow us to dress. I was still trying to wake up when they started strapping me into these spreader bars and when I looked at Tommy he was already fastened, just like me. Going to court naked was terrible, but then finding out that we are now slaves for five years was bad as well. Thank goodness the person that we are going to seems to be a nice person, but why did he insist on having us circumcised. No one has that done any more. I remember being taught at school that customisation was considered barbaric and now even when we are freed people will know. When we got to the preparation room, I could smell burnt meat. Tommy nodded towards something and when I looked, it looked like one of those old branding irons that they used on cattle, only smaller. God, I hope we don't get branded. We can see what is being done to the slave before us and watched as the doctor fitted something around his cock. I saw a tear run down his cheek as I heard a clip sound, and then the doctor cut away the foreskin. That must hurt, and he is going to do the same to us. I hope I don't cry. I must try and be strong for Tommy. I love Tommy and we want to be together forever. I will do what I can to protect him. If we are to be punished, I will take his punishments. As we are watching I see the doctor working on that slave's balls. He has a very big cock, much bigger than us. I look on in disbelief as I see the doctor's hand, he has one of his balls and he has cut it off. I think I am going to be sick and Tommy has gone white. As we look at each other I see Tommy's eyes roll back and he starts to fall, but I am falling with him. I feel the floor rushing up to me and when I open my eyes, we have been moved onto benches. The doctor looked at us and said, he is sorry, he should have made us sit down, but he was busy and needed to finish that slave while he was on the medication. My cock feels a little funny, when I look down at it, I can see that there is one of those things on it. I look at Tommy and see his has been done too. The doctor says that he does need to cut away the skin, because when he did the first slave, he left the skin, but it started to smell after a few days, so he thinks it is better to do that now. He said that although I will feel him cutting there should not be any pain, but we must say if there is and he will give us something to help. I asked about the branding and the doctor said not to worry that is only for life slaves. We will get a chip implant like all slaves. He warned us that even when we are freed we will never be allowed out of Scotland, and I asked what is going to happen to us now. He said not to worry. Where we are going we will have to work hard, but our master is a fair person. This is the first time I have heard the word master. The doctor said we must remember to always call the master, `Master' and anyone else who is a free person, `Sir' or `Ma'am'. He also told us to remember never to go anywhere without the master's permission, and that if we ever try to run away. When we are caught, we will be slaves for life, and that means being branded and we would lose our balls. I decided right then that I was never going to allow that to happen to either of us. I think the worst for all three of us was that we no longer had any body hair. I think the other slave had been done before we had arrived there. We were done and allowed to shower off the hair remover afterwards. We had to be very careful not to let any of that goo get on our cock heads; as the doctor had wrapped a bandage around our cocks, which was removed as soon as we were rinsed off. I wanted to cry because it had taken so long for me to get any hair down there, and I have only had them for about a year. Ronald I think I will just check up on the slaves and see how long they are going to be, so maybe I can get away to the hospital to check on Graeme. So I walk down to the preparation room and the doctor is just talking to the two boys. I asked and mentioned that I wanted to check up on Graeme. The doc said not to worry that he will look after my slaves until I get back. A quick drive up to the hospital and I am amazed to see Graeme sitting up in bed having jelly and ice cream. I asked him how he is feeling and he told me much better, and that he cannot wait to get home. I decided to ask the nurse, so that I would know how long he is going to be in, and she said that he can leave any time, but will need a bit of bed rest. I said that I would make the arrangements and get him something to wear for going home. Would it be okay if I collect him in a couple of hours? I then went back to Graeme's ward and told him that I would be back in a couple of hours to collect him; I will stop at the flat and get his tracksuit. He smiled at me and I could tell that he trusts me. I will tell him later what happened to Darryll and I think he will be surprised when he sees what happened to Darryll. I went back to collect the three slaves and while there, the doc told me that Darryll had a lump on the testicle that he removed, he also cut a piece out of each side to make Darryll's ball bag smaller. He is not going to know he still has one ball for a couple of days. Doc also told me that he was mumbling something about wanting to kill himself and he advised that I keep an eye on him. He also gave me some meds for him that will help keep him calm, and they will also allow him to sleep. The two younger slaves were able to walk to the car, but Darryll had to go in a wheel chair. Doc told the two slaves that they will have to help get Darryll into the flat and that one of them must be with him all the time. When I got us all to the flat, I told all three slaves to stay in the second bedroom, and only to come out if they needed the toilet, or to get water. I suggested a sandwich for each of them. I got bread out with margarine and jam and suggest that they make two slices of bread with margarine and jam for each of them and a bottle of water each. I warned them that I did not want trouble. They are not to go into any other room until we have had a talk. The doors to the living room and my bedroom were closed. I also switched on the recording system, so that I could see what they did and most importantly hear what they have said. I went directly to Graeme's ward and helped him get into his tracksuit. It was slightly funny because he was wearing a diaper. There was also a big bag of diapers, diaper cream and wipes. Graeme was very embarrassed about that, but it really did not worry me. He needed them. Home...