Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2021 01:45:09 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Bro, Dad Owns You 11-12 This is a story set in an alternative universe where slavery is legal. It is graphic and violent. Do not read it if you are not into more extreme content. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read it. Never do anything like this in real life and if you ever suspect someone of abusing another person, report it. This is a story, intended primarily for masochists looking for safe outlets to explore their feelings. Please stay safe, guys. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. "Bro, Dad owns you" Part 11 The ceremony did kill part of me. I was given a week to recover from the castration before I was expected to resume all duties. My master checked the bandages and let me know he had taken my balls to show me my place and to make me more docile, not just for inheritance purposes. I no longer thought of him as my father. No father would do what he had done to me. After that week, I became almost an automaton. I cooked, cleaned, gardened, and serviced the every need of my father and his guests. All discretion became a thing of the past. My master would unzip at the dinner table and tell me he needed to piss. I would drink it and then Terry would call me over to suck his dick while the two of them talked. My master, my former father, didn't use me for sex often and usually when he did it it was for business reasons. He enjoyed having me to offer to business partners and colleagues, especially ones who knew me before, and sometimes he would feel the need to use me in front of them first. To prove to them I was no longer his son. As if taking my balls wasn't enough to show my slavery was real. My brothers stopped coming home completely. And then, almost a year and a half after I was collared, things changed again. Part 12 The morning started with a knock on the door. I answered and was immediately pushed aside by members of the Slave Authority. I didn't expect them to treat me like a freeman, obviously, but they didn't say anything. They just cuffed Terry and my master, my former father, and drove them away. Leaving me alone. I waited an hour for them to come back and then I ate the breakfast I had prepared for my master and Terry. Fresh eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits. It was the first thing other than slave mush I'd had in months. Then I went about my normal routine. I cleaned and gardened. At six in the evening, the Slave Authority came for me. But this time, they were nice about it. They politely asked me to get in a car and took me downtown to a cell. David I had started working on a plan to free Jer the second I saw what my dad did to him. Nobody deserved that, especially not my brother. I couldn't give him his nuts back, but I could do something. I could try and free him. I had talked to a lawyer before the Breaking ceremony. He had said the only option I had, and it stood a slim chance of success, was finding Jeremy's birth father. So I took a swab of Jeremy's DNA while he was passed out after the ceremony. Then I searched. And searched. And eventually, through Jeremy's half sister, I found him. He was living in a trailer park and not someone I'd want as a witness in court. But that didn't matter. All he had to do was sign paperwork saying his parental rights were never terminated and he hadn't given permission for Jeremy's enslavement. That, combined with my brother and I confirming Dad enslaved Jer because of Mom's note and infidelity, was enough. Dad was a criminal. And because Uncle Terry was involved and trying to profit from it, so was he. It was the worst sort of crime to enslave someone illegally. Dad and Terry both got five years indenturement and forfeited all assets. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to free Jeremy. Jeremy I listened as the judge apologized and explained the situation. My father and Terry were slaves. My enslavement was illegal and shouldn't have happened. Unfortunately, federal law didn't allow any revocation of slavery for the process I went through. The black plug was meant to be and had to remain permanent. He had no power to free me and wouldn't, if he could, due to precedent. Then he remanded me to my brother David's custody and told me that was the best he could do. David At first, I was pissed they didn't free Jer. But then, it occurred to me, this was kind of the best outcome. He still wasn't eligible for the trust and he was totally safe with me. I got him online schooling and a tutor and had him devote himself to running the family trust and business. Then, when I had kids, he became Uncle Jer. They knew he was property, but he babysat them and cooked our meals and they loved him like he was free. Except for my wife. She found the whole situation distateful. And then I got cancer. Jeremy I had been a slave for ten years when I got on the private plane with David. He didn't tell me where we where going or any details. But then hours passed. And more hours. I started to panic. And then a man came from the back cabin and asked me to hold still. He examined me, rubbed something on my neck that numbed it, then cut into it. And for the first time in a decade, I didn't have a slave chip. The collar took him longer. The earplug was painful because he actually had to cut at my ear. But then, it was gone, too. And then so were the piercings. I still looked like a slave. But I felt free in comparison to before. David When I found out I was going to die, I knew I had to free Jeremy. By law, he would pass to my wife and she hated having a slave in the family. He would be sold in the instant I died. In the best circumstances, that'd mean labor or rape. At worst, he'd go to an organ harvesting company. There was no legal way to do it, but money meant other options. I found someone that was an expert at removing tracking devices and collars. Then I started looking at places that had outlawed slavery and wouldn't extradite or return slaves. And I found the ideal place. A large island, halfway across the world. It had beautiful beaches, restaurants, nice homes, everything anyone could want. I set Jeremy up a trust with the salary he would have earned managing the company. It was enough to live well on forever. Then I took him there. Jeremy I watched my brother's plane fly away from the beach house he told me was now mine. I had a whole folder of documents explaining the ownership and my income. I had doctors and options for surgery to repair the damage and scarring. But none of that mattered. For the first time since I was a kid, I was free.