Date: Tue, 03 Aug 2021 19:08:44 +0000
From: whipped <whipped@protonmail.com>
Subject: Bro, Dad Owns You 8-10

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.
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Part 8

Terry must have heard the car drive up. He was waiting at the door with a
grin on his face.
He immediately reached out and felt the shaved part of my head, then
tugged at my nipple rings, making me wince.
He grinned even bigger seeing my reaction and said, "You look like proper
chattel now, boy, no way back. "
And then he gave me my chores for the rest of the day.
The scariest part was realizing my brothers were coming home and would
see me this way.
Or at least they were supposed to be.
David came home and brought his friend, Cody. But Chip was a no show.
Cody was a fucking hillbilly.
I had heard about him from David when they first met. He was David's
roommate and had a football scholarship as a running back. He wasn't
built big like most football players, maybe 5'10 and 160 pounds. He had a
generic freeman's cut, with his brown hair only an inch past the ears.
His skin was almost literally red from the sun.
And his clothes.
When he showed up at the house, he was in torn up jeans, dirty cowboy
boots, a faded t-shirt advertising beer, and an actual cowboy hat.

Cody

We were greeted at the door by a fucking slave. A real life teenage slave
with a black earplug and all. He was maybe an inch shorter than me,
toned, had brown hair, green eyes, and was wearing just a jockstrap with
some kind of weird logo on it.
He was also completely fucking hairless, apart from his slave haircut.
And he had piercings no free boy would ever have.
All David said to him was, "Cody is staying in your room. Take his shit
in there, okay."
The slave said, "Yes, master."
The it picked up my duffel bag and led me to a huge ass room.

Jeremy

The second we were alone, Cody started touching me and asking questions.
How long had I been a slave, had I ever been whipped, did the piercings
hurt, was I always a faggot, were guests allowed to use me, all kinds of
stuff.
I tried explaining I wasn't a faggot, but he wouldn't accept that.
He started groping me, twisting my nipple piercings, fondling my ass, and
even shoving his dirty fingers in my mouth.
Then he asked me, "Have you taken it up the ass and sucked dick, slave?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, master."
And he replied, "Then you're a fag."
After that, he basically ignored me.
Dinner was weird. My brother basically ignored me the whole time. Terry
was distracted or something, too, because he barely touched me. My dad
didn't give me orders or anything, only slapped me hard across the face
once when I knocked over the pepper.
Cody couldn't shut up about me and the house, though. He talked about how
amazing the pool was and his room and the staircase and the gym. He asked
if he could watch a movie in the theatre room or play videogames in it.
And then he brought up me.
He asked my dad, "Can I use your slaveboy? Are there any limits for
guests?"
Dad looked at me and I could tell the piercings and the lack of body hair
and the jockstrap all disgusted him.
Then he replied, "Just no permanent damage or anything that would impact
his price, if we ever decide to sell him."
And that was that.

David

It was almost 4 in the morning when we got back to the house. We had to
call a ride app because we were both way too drunk to drive home. We had
struck out with every girl at the club and now Cody wouldn't shut up
about the "slaveboy" waiting at home.
I still hadn't told him it was Jeremy.
I didn't know what to do. I had agreed to Jer getting enslaved because it
upped my inheritance, but he was still my brother and it fucked me up to
see him like that.
Everything came to a head pretty quick after we got home and I made a
mistake it would take almost two years to make up for.
It started with Cody bringing me back to his room, Jer's old room, and
putting on porn. Then he called for my bro and got him to bring us more
beer.
Then he started giving him orders.
It started out kind of funny. Hop on one leg. Touch your nose. Turn in a
circle.
Then it changed.
Real quick.
All of a sudden he called Jer over to him, gripped him by the slave
collar, and spat on his face. And he made Jeremy thank him for it. Then
he slapped him across the face, like my dad had at dinner, and made him
thank him for that too.
Then he pressed down on Jer's shoulders and told him to lick his boots
clean.
That's when I finally spoke up.
I just said to Cody, "Stop, bro, you're humiliating him."
And Cody laughed and replied,"He's a fucking slave and a faggot, bro. An
it, chattel. I'm surprised they even let him keep his balls."
And so I told him the truth. The whole story. Inheritance, the affair my
mom had, everything.
And then he gripped my brother by the hair, jerked his head back, twisted
his face towards me, and said:
This isn't your fucking bro, anymore. That ear plug means no limits and
no appeal. He is a fucking slave for life. His master can carve him up
and sell his organs and one of them probably will once he stops being so
fucking pretty. His body is smooth to make him more fuckable and his
tongue is pierced to better massage dicks. Whatever he was before, now he
is fucking livestock and a fuck toy.
He let go of Jeremy's head then and told him to crawl to me.
I looked at him, on his knees, whip marks faint on his back, and
remembered all the fun we had together.
Then Cody said, "Tell him your legal name and that you're not Jeremy
anymore."
And then Jeremy almost recited, in a whisper:
I am HL 374398, slave of David Corgin, human chattel, an object. Jeremy
William Corgin is dead. I exist only to please my master. My body, my
mind, my heart, my soul, all exist only to please him. If he wishes, I
will die for him. I will never be free or human again. I have no rights.
I must kneel before all free men and call them master. I will obey or be
punished. I deserve all punishment given.
When he stopped, Cody asked him a question.
He asked, "What fag shit have you done, HL?"
I listened as Jeremy confessed to drinking piss, sucking grandpa's dick,
and getting fucked up the ass by uncle Terry.
Then I went to my room.
Leaving Jer to Cody's mercy.

Part 9

I thought that day my brother would save me. That he'd hear me recite all
the horrible stuff I had had to do and he'd rescue me somehow.
Instead, he just left.
And Cody wasted no time.
He was naked seconds after David was gone, giving me order after order.
Lick my nuts, suck my dick, deepthroat it, gag on it faggot, on and on.
When he lifted his legs in the air and told me to eat his ass, I gagged
at the idea.
But I did it.
By the time he ordered me to bend over, I was almost eager to get fucked.
Not out of horniness, but anything to make it all end.

Cody

It was a total fucking power trip. This guy was almost my age, only a
little smaller than me, but had to obey every fucking order I gave.
I could tell he was disgusted by sucking dick, just like I would have
been in his situation, and that made it better.
And his tongue up my asshole. It was fucking amazing. I finally
understood why girls liked to get their pussies eaten. His tongue
flicking at my ass and in my butthole made me rock hard.
And then I bent him over.
I'm not a faggot. I'm not into sucking dick or kissing dudes or any of
that.
But his butt was tight, toned, and smooth. I smacked it a few times,
leaving handprints on his butt, then I shoved myself in.
He whimpered like a puppy, but it didn't slow me down. I was determined
my first time with slave pussy was going to be everything I ever dreamed
of. No holding back, no mercy.
Unfortunately, I was drunk.
And his slavecunt was tight.
I made about ten strokes once I was balls deep, more like humps, then
flooded his guts with my jizz and passed out on top of him.

Jeremy

I crawled out from under Cody, his nut dripping out of my butt and down
my thighs, and went to service Uncle Terry and then bathe. It was almost
time for the day to start and I didn't want my dad, my master, to see or
smell me like this.
I knew he had meant what he said about the whip.

Part 10

My brother avoided me the next day and for almost his entire break. He
didn't stop Cody from using or humiliating me, but he left the room
anytime it happened.
And before I knew it, I had been a slave for a month.
And it was time for the ceremony.
I didn't know much about it. Officially, at school, we were told it was
called La Transparencia. Some European slave owner put down a revolt a
few hundred years ago and it somehow turned into this ritual.
Unofficially, it was called Buck Breaking. The churches called it
Extinguere. It was official doctrine for some churches that the soul left
slaves 30 days after enslavement, leaving just an intelligent soulless
animal behind.
I thought my dad would skip it. He had been cold to me, but this was
different. Some slaves supposedly came out missing limbs or their tongues
or unable to function. The ceremony was literally designed to kill the
freeman and leave behind chattel, ensuring the slave knew it's place and
would never rebel.
I still wake up screaming remembering it.

The morning started almost normal. David and Cody hadn't come in the
night before and Uncle Terry had me cleaning up my old room. I say
cleaning up, but it was more like cleaning out. All of my trophies and
clothes and pillows and bedsheets and photographs and everything else I
owned other than electronics was put into garbage bags and boxes.
Then he had me search the house for any photographs of myself and the
rest of the family. And those went into a box, too.
When it was all done, I had to carry it all outside. A really large fire
pit had been built and everything I owned went into the pit. It was then
covered by a grate to prevent anything from flying out. Terry even had me
strip naked and put the clothes I was wearing in it.
Then it was almost like the rest of the day was normal. I worked in the
garden naked, I cooked, I gave Terry a massage, and then I prepped for
and made dinner and drinks.
Terry had me set up the area around the pit as well. One big chair was by
itself and then 5 more chairs on each side. The big chair didn't have a
table, but the other two sections each had an outdoor table, place
settings, pitchers of beer, and wine.
I started the grill to cook steak and potatoes, but then Terry saw the
sun go down and told me it was time.
And so my extinguishing began.

It was twilight dark outside. I saw my father sitting in the big chair
and I could just recognize some of the other men. My friend Thad's father
was there and so was my best friend Kyle's dad. I recognized my
ex-girlfriend Brandy's stepfather, too. And I felt certain, if I could
see better, I'd know them all. There weren't a lot of well-off families
in this town and we all sort of stuck together in the same social
circles.
I remembered what Terry had told me earlier and started off by going to
the fire pit and lighting it. It lit the whole area with a flickering
light made by everything precious I ever owned.
Then I went to where my father sat and knelt in front of him, naked
except for the piercings and collar.
And then he spoke.
He said:
All of you knew my son, Jeremy. He did well in school and was a great
athlete. He was a proud member of the local rowing club and intended to
manage the family trust once he obtained his business degree.
He hesitated then and continued:
This is not Jeremy. Jeremy is dead. It may look like Jeremy, but it is
chattel. Every breath it takes is a gift from me, it's master, and I can
end it's life anytime I wish. I can use it however I wish. If it
displeases me, it will learn the extent of my displeasure. The things
that will be done to it tonight and anytime I wish would never have been
done to my son or any free boy. As a slave, it's role is only to support
and serve free men without will of it's own. It will be taught, tonight,
through pain and use, it's new role.
Then he triggered the collar.
If you've never been shocked like that, there is no way to understand the
feeling. I collapsed, almost thrown back and began convulsing. It was
like my whole body was burning and tingling. Like all my nerves were raw.
For what felt like hours, but could have been seconds or minutes, I
flopped around on the ground.
Then it stopped and my father said, "I don't do this to punish, but to
teach this slave it's place."
And the collar was triggered again.
I don't know how long it went on that time or the next or the time after
that. I know there were no physical marks on my body, but drool had
poured out of my mouth and I could barely move.
He said something between every shock, but either I didn't hear it or I
blocked it from my memory.
And then it finally ended.
I came back to myself when my father stepped down from the chair and
gripped the back of my head. He belted me across the face a few times,
until I was able to focus.
Then he looked at the audience, my friend's dads mostly, and said, "This
slave has already drunk piss, sucked cock, eaten ass, and been fucked
like a whore. It had it's tongue pierced to better give pleasure. If
sold, it will bring it's master the kind of pleasure only a teenage slave
boy can provide."
Then he looked at me, standing above me, my dad, my master, and said,
"Show me what you learned."
I'm not going to go into detail about what happened next. The way his
spit felt hitting my face, the sweaty taste of his cock, the bitterness
of his piss, or the way he laughed as I gagged and choked on his cock.
And I'm not going to talk about the way he fucked me. Cold, hard, bent
over the table, my friends dads a few feet away watching as my dad rutted
in me like an animal.
I'm not going to go over the words he said or the way it felt when he let
the other men take their turns. How the cruelty of men I thought cared
and knew me felt or how their cocks felt in me or how they tasted.
But what happened afterwards, that needs to be said.
What must have been hours after the ceremony began, I was tied to a post
and every man there gave me one lash with the whip. My back still bears
those scars.
But the whip wasn't the worst.
I was turned around then on the post. My arms tied above my head and my
legs tied tight together. My waist was wrapped tight as well, rendering
me immobile.
Then a cream was applied to my balls. I expected it to hurt, but the
whole area went numb.
Then I saw a man in a lab coat walk over. I couldn't feel anything, but
he tightened a band around my nuts.
And then there was my father, scalpel in hand.
The doctor guided him, but my father made the cut.
I had to watch after as he threw my balls in the pit and guaranteed I
would never have kids to threaten my brothers' inheritance.

David

I had known the ceremony was coming, but I never knew it would be like
that. I thought dad would say a few words and that would be the end of
it.
When I came home and saw Jer on the post, bandages around his junk,
crying, looking hopeless, I took home down.
My father tried to stop me, but I think he saw something in my eyes and
knew it wouldn't end well. That either he would lose me or lose face in
front of his peers if he interfered.
I carried my brother to my room and locked the door.
Then I made a phone call.