Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2023 16:59:50 -0400
From: Slave Bear <slavebear1976@gmail.com>
Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 8

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Texas Slave Market


Chapter 8

F385 groaned.  It had never been a morning person.  It helped run a drug
ring in its former life and never had to wake up before noon.  But here, at
this farm it was now confined to, it was challenging to be motivated.  As
it sat on the side of its uncomfortable sleeping cot, it looked down at the
bag attached to its neck.  Reaching up and squeezing it, the slave felt the
large orbs preserved inside.  Its former balls were now just plasticized
trophies suspended in a fluid.  They were something that its owner could
now use to mock it.

Its hand moved down to feel the hairless, bloated scrotum that hung between
its legs.  The fake silicone testicles inside were firm to the touch, cold,
and lifeless.  The hormones in its system had rapidly decreased, and it
felt lethargic and less motivated.  Its permanently limp cock that draped
over them was good for nothing more than pissing now.

"Fuck," C856 said under its breath.  "What the fuck have I become?  I'm no
longer a man."

It was then that it heard feet approaching.  Looking up, it saw the face of
one of its owners.

"On your feet, Nutless!" Frank shouted in a firm tone.

F385 immediately stood up.

"You have ten minutes to eat and report for work, Nutless.  I'm taking Cee
on a trip, so you will also be responsible for its work today.  If you
slack at all, you will be whipped and bred again.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," F385 replied.

"If you do a good job, you'll just be bred," Frank said with a sly smile as
he winked.

F385 balled its fist and pounded at the table after the young man and slave
left.  The jar of water shook, and the full glass beside it sloshed liquid
onto the wooden top.

"Fucking hell," F385 growled as it pulled both hands up to its head and ran
them over its face and head.  "I'm tired of being treated like a bitch!"

As its hands fell, it took a step forward.  It longed for happier times.


Jed Star had been dealt a lousy hand since birth.  His mother got pregnant
when she was fifteen.  He never knew who his father was.  The farm he
called home was several miles outside Midland, Texas, and they were dirt
poor.  Raised by his grandparents till age ten, he was always getting into
trouble.

His first brush with the law was at eleven.  He got caught breaking into
the local school to steal money from the safe in the principal's office.
On the third infraction, he was taken from his home and sent to a boarding
facility for troubled youth in the nearby town of Big Spring.  That was
where he met Ralph and Len.  The three juvenile delinquents were soon as
thick as thieves.

Ralph was a portly boy.  Short and stout, he had been picked on early in
life and responded by punching out his tormentors.  When he threw one kid
out a first-floor window for calling him a name, he was sent away for anger
management.  Len was the opposite.  Thin and squirrely, the boy was quiet
and brilliant.  He got bored quickly with school lessons and was obsessed
with machines and making things explode.  After the bomb he created
destroyed the cafeteria, he spent three years in juvenile hall before being
transferred.

The teens became close friends within the first week that Jed arrived.
Although the facility was strict, there were weaknesses in the system.  The
three were housed in the same sleeping room, and their jobs in the kitchen
afforded them access to the loading dock and much-needed equipment.  Jed
soon became the trio's leader, and after much discussion, they devised an
escape plan.

Becoming a model resident, Len soon gained the night manager's trust, who
let him stock and organize the cooking line every evening.  The food waste
from the facility was stored in large blue containers that were picked up
twice a week in the early morning hours.  Len set aside three containers
and kept them in an unused pantry near the loading dock.

Jed's job was to court the headmaster.  It took several months, but he had
worked his way up to being allowed to clean the man's office unsupervised
once a week.  This allowed him access to the lockbox in the bottom drawer
of the large desk in the room.  He had collected several hundred dollars
within six months, taking only a small amount at a time to avoid suspicion.

Ralph got a job in the laundry.  All the kids at the facility were forced
to wear pink shirts to ensure they would be recognized.  However, with
enough bleach and a little dye, the boy could make three pink shirts into
blue-colored ones.  He then made sure they were pressed and starched for
good measure.

The day of their escape came on Jed's fifteenth birthday.  He had been
given a small cake and allowed to celebrate with the other juveniles in the
cafeteria.  When the party was over, Len went into the back to clean as
usual, and Ralph and Jed made up an excuse that they needed to put in some
extra shifts at their respective jobs.  The commotion of all the kids
roaming around made it easy for them to slip back into the kitchen.

Their friends in the facility were in on the attempt.  They put pillows in
the boy's beds and fooled the night count.  As the lights shut down, the
boys crept into the back storage room and moved the three empty containers
to the dock.  As they climbed inside, Ralph handed the other two their
pressed shirts wrapped in plastic.  Once the lid was secure, they only had
to wait.

It was five in the morning when the delivery van came to bring new supplies
and carry away the old containers.  The men doing the moving commented that
one of the containers was heavier than usual, but they managed to maneuver
them into the back of the vehicle and then left.  The next stop was at a
warehouse, where they picked up additional supplies for the next drop-off.
Here, the three boys emerged and made their way to the back to hide near a
dumpster.  After waiting for the coast to clear, they changed into their
clean shirts, split the money Jed had collected, and made a beeline for the
nearest bus terminal.  Their next stop was Amarillo.

Life on the streets for the three of them was not easy, but with Len's
brains, Ralph's brawn, and the leadership of Jed, they soon were peddling
drugs, breaking into homes, and stealing cars.  They got their first guns
when they turned sixteen and had their first shootout with police the
following year.  It was their hormones that finally did them in, however.

All three grew quickly, but Ralph and Jed stood out.  Ralph's pudgy frame
gave way to a beast of a man that was menacing in stature and covered with
dark fur.  Jed's blond hair spread to cover his body and sprouted to just
over six feet tall.  Both boys worked out regularly and challenged each
other to see who could gain the most muscle mass.  Jed's package stood out.
He had a girthy, nine-inch cock when aroused, which was most of the time.
Ralph's cock was just as thick, but his balls grew to be enormous.  So
huge, in fact, that it was one of the first things people noticed about him
– that and the large red birthmark on his testicles that looked like a
heart.

With increased hormones, trouble soon followed.  It started with hookers.
Jed remembered the first girl he paid to have sex with on his sixteenth
birthday.  As they began to get into the sales of drugs, he and Ralph often
traded sex for the product.  Both boys soon found, though, that their need
was often not met by opportunity.  The first girl the two attacked was in
the park late at night.  Ralph and Jed had been drinking, but they both
knew better.  Ralph jumped and bred her, and when it was Jed's turn, she
scratched his face.  That DNA evidence eventually led to their first
arrest.

Within months, they were released on a technicality that their corrupt
lawyer masterfully pulled through and were both back on the streets.  Not
long after, Jed met the twins.  They were both brunettes with thin frames
and huge tits – both boys' type.  Confessed former hookers, Tammy and
Ginger soon became part of the trio's drug operation and worked their way
up to lieutenants in the group.  They proved very smart and impressed Len,
who was notoriously skeptical about everyone.  The three didn't realize
that the two women were undercover cops, at least not until it all fell
apart.

Jed still remembered that night vividly.  He, Len, and Ralph were sharing a
drink in the office and counting their money and product when an informant
called and let them in on the women's actual background.  Len panicked,
Ralph was pissed, but Jed had played cool.  Jed called the girls up to the
office as he did on most nights, and as they entered, he locked the door.
It took only a few seconds for Ralph and Len to grab and bind the girls,
and then they had their way, though Jed mounted them first.  He wasn't
about to get sloppy seconds or thirds.

When the deed was done, Ralph wanted to kill them both, but Len convinced
the boy to spare the girls' lives.  He had plans to sell them to a pimp he
knew in Lubbock.  But, during the transfer of the ladies to a van, the
three found themselves surrounded by cops during their transfer.  The girls
had managed to get out a panic message before they were captured.  At that
point, their fates were sealed.

Jed spent the following year in prison.  He showed no fear from the first
time he arrived.  In lockup, you are either predator or prey, and he had no
intention of being anything less than the man on top.  He formed a tight
bond with several other inmates and his former two friends.  Ralph,
however, left the facility only a month after they arrived.  His anger had
only increased since his conviction, and after picking one too many fights,
he was sold into slavery.  Len went into a deep depression and, after a
suicide attempt, was transferred to another facility.  That left Jed alone,
and it was not long before his reputation began slipping.  He decided he
needed to escape.  But, without the brains and brawn of his partners, he
got nowhere fast.  After three failed attempts, one nearly allowing him to
reach the outer wall, the warden had enough.

"Prisoner 20909 – Star," came the guard's voice on duty.  "Front and
center!"

Jed had been in lockdown in his cell for twenty-four hours, waiting to hear
his punishment for his last escape attempt.  Walking into the hallway, he
saw three guards waiting for him.

"You know the drill, Star," the large man that had called him said.  "Turn
around."

Jed put his hands behind his back and faced his cell.  He wore his bright
orange sweatpants over the prison-issued white boxers, and a white and
orange striped shirt covered his chest.  His bare feet were put in
shackles, and chains were connected to the cuffs on his wrists.  When he
turned around again, two guards approached his sides and grabbed his upper
arms.

"This way," the large man said as he led the prisoner down the hall and
through a series of doors.

When they reached a spacious concrete room, Jed recognized it immediately.
It was where they pronounced judgments for infractions behind the walls.
He had been in here several times in his short incarceration.  At the
front, behind a glass panel, sat the warden.  He smiled as Jed was brought
to stand at a podium.

"Jed Star," the warden began.  "You are just a troublemaker.  Aren't ya,
son?"

"Just never liked being told what to do, boss," Jed said with a sly grin.

"Well, it is evident that you have no remorse for your crimes, and the
facility will not put up with your antics."

"Well, that is a shame," Jed remarked sarcastically.  "Maybe you should
just transfer me."

"Oh, that is the plan, son," the warden replied.  "Given your crimes and
attitude issues, the state has decided you would better serve the community
as a permanent slave.  You will therefore be sold at noon tomorrow."

"Fuck you!" Jed screamed as he tried to lunge forward.  "You can't sell me
into slavery!  I have rights!"

The warden let out a belly laugh.

"You must be joking!  You have NO RIGHTS!  You keep that attitude of yours
up, and you might find you are in for a world of hurt, son.  Take him
away."

Jed spat at the judge as he was pulled from the room.  He struggled every
inch as he was dragged down another hall and out onto a loading platform.
More men were waiting for him there.  A large truck had parked, and in the
back were naked men bound to metal chairs.

"Strip the prisoner," one of the men said.

"The hell you will!" Jed screamed as he struggled.

As the guards held Jed, another man pulled out a curved knife.  With a
quick movement, he ran it down the back of Jed's shirt, pants, and boxers,
ripping them in half.  Two more slices were made from the neck of the shirt
down each sleeve, and then the tattered clothes were pulled away.  Jed
stood nude in front of them, fuming.  His enormous cock and balls on
display.

"Well, you certainly have some nice equipment, slave," the man said.
"Hopefully, you'll be allowed to keep it."

Jed spat on the man before a ball gag was forced into his mouth.  It was
strapped around his head, and he bit it hard.  He was then dragged over to
the truck by the two guards and locked into a seat before his hands were
pulled above his head and secured.

"You take care, Star," one of the guards said with a smile before slapping
the prisoner's exposed balls.  "Can't say I am going to miss you.  But
hopefully, you will find an owner to help you learn some respect."

Jed looked around.  There were five other men strapped into the back.  Like
him, they were nude, and their hands were chained above their heads.  As
the door to the truck closed, and darkness surrounded him, he screamed into
his gag.

The vehicle made its way southeast.  It stopped once in Sweetwater and
again in San Antonio to pick up new slaves, refuel, and let the cargo in
the back piss and shit.  Twelve hours later, it reached its final
destination.  As the door opened again, the dozen slaves inside were
revealed.  They were all sweaty and exhausted from the summer heat and
forced confinement, but Jed still had some fight left.  He lunged at the
first man that approached him.

"Well, look what we have here," the man replied with a smile.  "I like to
see spirit in a slave.  But watch yourself, you piece of shit.  I don't
have time for red-tagged foolishness."

The man unlocked the chains above Jed's head and grabbed the young man's
arm.  Jed was surprised by the strength of the grip.  His body was
effortlessly hoisted upward and thrown forward to where another man with a
metal pole was standing.  The man smiled as Jed neared.

"Stand still, or you will regret it, slave."

Jed lunged again, and the man simultaneously brought the end of the pole
down on the young man's lower back.  Jed felt the electricity first.  It
tingled for a moment before the force of the prod shot through him.  The
pain was intense, and he screamed into his gag as his body collapsed onto
the loading dock.

"Told you," the man said with a smile.  "Do you need another jolt?"

Jed turned and looked up.  His spit had formed a foam that leaked from the
gag.  There was a fire in his eyes.  The man just shrugged and touched the
pole to Jed's inner thigh.  The resulting shock nearly caused the young man
to pass out.

"Had enough?" the man asked.

Jed lay on the ground and groaned.

"Haul this piece of shit up," the man said to two similarly dressed men.
"We are wasting time."

Jed was grabbed and held in a standing position.  The rest of the slaves
offered no resistance after seeing the treatment that had been meted out.
Once the slaves were lined up, they were led forward into the metal
building beyond, where a man in a cowboy hat greeted them.

"Welcome to the Texas Slave Market, red tags!" the man said loudly.  "My
name is Saul.  I am the daytime manager here.  Each of you will be
processed and evaluated before being placed in a cage in preparation for
your sale.  As you are all criminals, you will feel right at home.  If you
harbor thoughts of trying to escape or cause problems, let me introduce you
to a special piece of jewelry during your stay here."

Saul stepped back as two attendants appeared carrying a large case.  They
went down the line, measuring the slave's cock and balls and slipping a
tight cock ring around each one.  As Jed's was slipped on, he grunted.  The
pressure caused his shaft to begin to engorge.

"One purpose of these rings is to help enhance and show off your packages,"
Saul said.  "Many of you will be evaluated as breeding stock, after all.
But their primary purpose is control.  Let me demonstrate."

Saul turned his hand and pressed the screen on his watch.  Instantly, all
the slaves felt a shock delivered to their groin.  It was intense.  They
all screamed into their gags as they fell to the ground in pain.

"That was level one," Saul said.  "It goes to level ten.  If you misbehave,
you will experience more pain than you can possibly imagine."

Saul grinned as each of the slaves was pulled back from the ground and
lined up again.  The attendants returned carrying red tags and a metal
device.  One by one, each slave's ear was tagged with their identification
number.  When they got to Jed and clamped the tag on, the young man winced.

"Your designation is now F385," the attendant said.  "Remember it."

"Excellent," Saul said as the attendants walked away.  "Your former lives
are over.  Your former name is meaningless.  You will respond to your
designation from now on.  Each of you are now slaves for life.  Your death
certificate has been filed, and your slave registration certificate will be
processed when you are sold.  All proceeds, minus the market fees, will go
to the state.  In the next room, you will be evaluated and receive your
orientation.  You will obey every command you are given or be shocked.
Nod, if you understand me."

The slaves all nodded.

"Good!" Saul said, turning to the other men in the room.  "You may take
them away."

A long chain was brought out, and each slave was secured.  They were then
led inside in a single file.  As F385 entered the facility, the realization
of what was happening began to dawn on it.  Their first stop was to
medical, where their blood was taken, and their health was evaluated.  For
slaves like F385, who were obviously hung, they were given a drug to induce
an erection.  It took only fifteen minutes for the slave's cocks to fill
with blood and become rock-hard.  They were then forcibly held over a bench
where a jar was placed below their shafts.  A prod was then shoved in their
ass, and electricity was administered.  When it happened to F385, the slave
screamed and jerked as its cock exploded cum into the container below.

"Impressive!" the technician said as he withdrew the device.  "Those might
be some good bull balls there!"

F385's eyes were on fire as it was pulled from the bench and spun around.
It lunged again but only made it a foot before the ring around its cock
came to life and sent it to the floor with a thud.

"That is level three," the technician said with a smile as he released a
button on a device at his waist.  "Stand back up and behave yourself, or
you will get a level-five shock."

F385's groin was on fire.  It ached from being forcibly ejaculated, and the
skin around the ring that had been shocked was warm and burning.  Spit fell
from its mouth as it pulled itself up and moved back in line.

"You will soon learn," the technician said as the next slave was forced
over the bench and prodded to ejaculation.

Once the slaves were medically cleared and evaluated, they were hosed down
with cold water and covered with a delousing agent.  Red tags were
notorious for bringing in the critters.  F385 was exhausted.  It was wet,
smelled like chemicals, and its groin still ached.  It was almost relieved
when it was finally brought to its cage and locked inside.

The slave stood there and watched as other slaves were brought in and
secured.  A variety of shapes and sizes of men were processed, and all had
different colored tags.  After about an hour, though, the first potential
customer arrived.  The man was older but built.  His muscled chest stood
out under a sweat-soaked t-shirt.

"It is a beast," Burt said as he beckoned his nephew over.


"Good morning, Nutless."

F385 blinked and returned to the present.  In front of it, L024 was
standing in the kitchen area.  F385 towered over it but nodded quietly.

"Morning, Gimp," F385 growled back.

"I need to go," L024 pointed.  "Our Lord requires my ass to breed."

"Go enjoy yourself, then," F385 said as it turned to the side and let the
slave pass by.

Continuing to the refrigerator, the slave opened it and grabbed a protein
drink from the back.  It did not want to waste time.  It might not like its
new home, but it did not want to provoke the wrath of its owner.  It downed
the drink quickly and then scratched its chest, letting the plastic pouch
around its neck slide back and forth.

"And if I do a good job, I will only be bred," it groaned.  "Wonderful."

F385 tossed the empty container into the trash and grabbed its boots from
the side wall.  Sliding them on, it grabbed its hat from a peg on the wall
and headed out into the morning air to start its day.

Burt's farm covered over 1,200 acres of land.  Primarily used to raise
cattle, there were also small areas used for agriculture and a fully
stocked workshop to repair and maintain the equipment on the farm.  C856
and F385 were tasked with watering and feeding the animals, construction,
maintenance, tending the crops being grown, and various other odd jobs.
Frank was the de facto manager, posting the day's work assignments every
morning.

This morning, F385 had been tasked with repairing a dam on a small river
that ran through the back of the farm.  It helped to form a pond that the
cattle drank from.  A recent storm caused some minor damage, and it would
take a lot of work to get back into shape.  So, after ensuring the cattle
were rotated out into a new pasture to feed, the slave made its way over to
the dam to begin hauling stone boulders around.

It was after noon before the slave had completed most of the work.  It was
soaked after standing in the cold water for hours and moving heavy stones
around.  But it was not a bad thing in the heat of the day.  As it pulled
its sore body out onto the far bank, it collapsed on the ground and
grunted.

"Fuck this shit."

F385 rubbed its eyes and then stared at the blue skies above it.  It then
heard a creaking sound and turned to look at the fence that marked the edge
of the property line.  The barrier was made of metal and wood.  The slave
was made well aware that it was charged and crossing it would cause the
implant in its neck to trigger.  But, as it gazed forward, it noticed that
a tree had fallen and collapsed one section of the fence.  The wires were
all cut, and the wooden parts were smashed.

"It can't be that easy," F385 thought as it pulled itself to its feet and
walked over to the opening.

Cautiously it moved an inch at a time.  Aiming for the middle of the gap,
it could see the field beyond and could almost taste its freedom.  As it
neared the remains of the barrier, it cautiously moved its head forward.
Feeling nothing in its neck, it smiled.

"Freedom!" F385 said as it stepped forward.

F385 felt the pain in its ankle before it heard the sound.  Hidden in the
dirt, a trap had triggered.  The iron teeth slammed shut and bit into the
slave's leg.  F385 let out a blood-curdling scream as it reached down and
grabbed the metal device.

"FUCK!"

Shaped like a bear trap, its leg was caught.  It fell to the ground and
pulled hard, but the device did not move.  It was chained to the ground,
and there was no escape for the trapped animal.  The boot it had on
protected the tissues below from severe damage, but the teeth on the trap
had penetrated and pierced the skin.  Blood began to drip down inside.

"Son of a bitch!" F385 growled.  "What the fuck am I going to do now?"

The slave looked around.  The sun was high in the sky, and the cattle were
in the far field.  There was no one around.  Try as it might, it was
impossible to extricate itself.  A throbbing soon began to radiate up its
leg, and it thrusted its fist into the dirt.  It was then that the full
realization of what had happened hit it.  It had been caught trying to
escape.  The words of Burt began to echo in its head.

"Disrespect me again, and I'll trigger this device!  You will pass out, and
when you wake up, you will find yourself nullified down there and pissing
out of a hole below your ass.  I'll strip every bit of manhood away from
you.  And if that doesn't adjust your attitude, I know of far worse fates
than a life of hard labor in the fields.  Do you hear me, slave?"

It knew that it was in serious trouble.  At the very least, it would be
sent back to the dungeon to be whipped, and worse, it could be nullified.
Soon, the slave began to panic, and tears formed in its eyes.  It had never
been so scared before.

"Fuck!" F385 screamed as it pulled and yanked on the device in frustration.

Thirty minutes passed before the slave finally gave up.  Its leg was going
numb, and it was getting tired.  Then, it heard a sound and looked over to
see C856 walking toward it.

"Well, what do we have here?" C856 said.  "When I saw this gap in the
fence, I figured you might get ideas, so I put the trap down.  But I
honestly didn't think you were that stupid."

"Fuck you," F385 growled in pain.  "I had to try."

C856 shook its head as it walked over to the trapped beast.

"Our Lord will send you to the cellar for this."

F385 turned in horror.  Its face showed actual fear.

"Please don't!  I can't bear that again!  He said he would turn me into a
eunuch if I disobeyed again!"

"I don't know," C856 said.  "I will get in trouble if I don't report this."

F385 hung its head and grabbed C856's leg.

"Please, Alpha Cee.  I beg for your mercy."

C856 watched as the slave groveled and kissed its boots.  Kicking its foot,
C856 pushed the trapped slave back and shook its head.

"Don't be kissing my feet.  I am not your master.  I am lower than a man.
I am just a slave, just like you.  But I do control your fate right now."

"Please help me!" F385 groaned.

"I could release you, but what guarantee do I have you won't try this
again?"

"Please, Alpha Cee," F385 begged as it looked up.  "I promise.  I know I am
no longer a man, but please don't let him take what I have left away from
me."

"Him?" C856 said in a firm tone.  "Is that how you address our owner?"

"I am sorry," F385 said as it fell on the ground.  "He is our Lord."

"Yes, he is," C865 said.  "And I am still not convinced you are not just
playing me."

F385 looked up and wiped the tears from its eyes.  For the first time, it
understood that it needed to accept its new role.  This was now life and
death.

"I am a horrible person," F385 said.  "I've stolen from others.  I have
hurt people.  I have even tried to kill people."

F385 grabbed the sack around its neck and held it up.

"I deserved to have my balls removed and displayed like this.  It is a
fitting punishment for my crimes.  Please save me, Alpha Cee.  I promise
I'll be good."

"I need more than a promise," C856 replied.

"If you release me and promise not to tell our Lord, I will completely
submit to you," F385 replied.

"But you are already the pack's Omega," C856 said.  "I want your total
submission to our Lord and our Master – no more bull shit.  You will
wake up when required and do what you are told.  You will become a model
slave around here.  Otherwise, our Lord will decide your fate."

"Yes, Alpha Cee," F385 cried.  "I promise.  Our Lord and our Master deserve
my respect.  No more bull shit."

C856 saw the real tears falling from the slave's eyes.

"I know you are going through hormone fluctuations right now that lead to
emotional outbursts, but I believe you.  I'll keep this infraction between
us.  If our Master or Lord asks, I will say you were injured when we worked
on the dam."

"Thank you," F385 replied as it looked down again.  "Thank you!  Thank
you!"

C856 smiled as it reached down and pressed on two hidden areas on the
underside of the device.  With a click, the jagged metal pieces slid apart,
and F385 groaned as its wounded leg began to throb.  C856 then reached out
its hand and grabbed F385's.  A firm tug pulled the wounded slave to an
upright position.

"Put your arm around me, Nutless," C856 said.  "I'll help you to the barn."

"Thank you, Alpha Cee," F385 replied as it hobbled forward.

The two slaves took nearly twenty minutes to return to the barn.  When they
arrived, C856 directed F385 to sit on a hay bale.  Removing the boot, C856
could see a fair amount of blood pooling at the bottom and several areas
where the flesh had been pierced deeply.

"This will need to be treated," C856 replied.  "I'll go grab the medical
kit."

F385 sat quietly and watched as C856 got the box, used a pail of water and
a cloth to clean the area, and then disinfected it gently.  The slave was
careful not to cause too much pain and was sure to clean and treat the
areas so they would not get infected.

"Why are you being kind to me?" F385 asked.

"Because you are my brother slave," C856 replied.  "I told you that even
though you are the omega, you are part of our pack.  You and I and Gimp may
be the lowest of the low, but we are a team."

"I've never really had anyone consider me part of their team," F385 said.
"Well, except for my old buddies Ralph and Len.  But they were mostly into
the thrill of breaking the law."

"Your life before your purchase as a slave is over," C856 said as it began
to bandage F385's leg.  "Everything is now reset.  From this point forward,
you will be judged by your actions and behavior.  You will always be marked
as a castrated slave, but you can choose to act honorably and be devoted to
our Lord and our Master from this day forward.  If you do that, you will
also earn my respect."

"I understand," F385 replied.

C856 finished and stood.  It was tired.  After spending the morning with
Frank at the milking farm and hauling equipment back after lunch, it was
given a workout.  Still, there were chores to do on the farm, and with F385
wounded, it knew it would have to pull some extra weight.  C856 reached
down and scratched its hairy balls, and its cock reacted by swelling.

"Your dick looks ready to rut," F385 replied as it pointed.

C856 smiled.

"It has been since I woke up.  Had some strong morning wood today."

F385 nodded and turned.  It stood up and then moved to lay over the bale of
hay it had been sitting on.  Spitting on its hand, it reached back, rubbed
the fluid into its hole, then dropped its head and took a breath.

"Alpha Cee, your omega would like you to breed it."

"Oh really?" C856 said with a smile as it spat in its hand and stroked its
shaft.

"Yes," F385 replied.  "Please drain your large, virile, slave balls in me.
I want to thank you properly."

C856 smiled, its shaft engorged, and began to point forward.  Walking over
to the slave, it reached down and spread F385's ass and fingered the
puckered hole.

"I am not going to lie.  I sure could use it."

"Fuck me, Alpha Cee.  Fuck me now."

C856 grinned as it collected some precum and smeared it on the waiting
hole.  Adjusting its stance, it grabbed onto F385's ass and lined up.
Gently, it pushed forward, and as its head popped inside the still-tight
hole, F385 groaned.

"Fuck!"

"That's a good omega," C856 said as its cock slid deeper.  "You are making
progress."

F385 closed its eyes tight.  As its ass was split in two by the enormous
shaft, it spread its legs wider.  It submitted.  For the first time, it was
doing it willingly.  It tried to relax as it felt the heavy, sweaty balls
begin to swing and hit the underside of its fake neuticles.  C856 began to
pound.  It was painful as the head pushed deeper, but F385 controlled its
grunts and did not cry out.  It knew that the alpha controlled its fate but
also began to understand that it would have to adapt to survive.  As it
felt the firm grip of C856, it accepted it was a slave now.  There was no
going back.  As its ass was bred deep and cum coated its insides, it softly
muttered.

"I am no longer a man."



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