Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2023 19:50:48 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. Dad told me about the tractor a week before my 18th birthday. We had had a big tornado and nobody had seen it since. It was found three farms over, broken in pieces and flooded in a lake. We didn't have insurance on it, either. I always knew we weren't rich and I was expected to work just as hard as some slaves on other farms growing up. But I didn't know how close we were to losing everything. A new 300HP tractor was going to cost 200k dollars. Even used, we were looking at 50k. We couldn't afford it without collateral or selling off all our slaves. Without the slaves, we wouldn't be able to harvest or pay the farm note. That's when he told me what the bank offered. Dad I had begged the bank for money for a new tractor, but I was already leveraged up. I had mortgages on all the slaves and the property. It wasn't even an option. Until Tommy mentioned my boy. He said a boy like Coby wasn't like all my other slaves. He was born free, fit, good looking, and polite. His slender muscular build, brown hair, green eyes, and almost petite height made him very attractive to buyers. He offered me the money right then for a tractor if I was willing to sell him the boy. I explained I couldn't and he came up with another deal. Something called a balloon mortgage with something called an adjustable interest rate. He said if I made the payments, I could free Coby at the end of the term. If not, they'd take the tractor, farm, and the boy. Coby At first, I couldn't believe what dad was saying, He wanted to collar me. Make me a slave. I was a good kid. Good kids didn't get collared. Jason Stackwell got collared for raping that girl. I didn't rape or hurt nobody. But the more he talked, the more I realized I just needed to trust him. It wasn't two hours later I was at the courtroom signing away my freedom and wearing a collar. Dad Under state law, I had a week to change my mind and free the boy. That also meant a week before he needed to get processed. I decided to put it off as long as I could. I couldn't stop them from collaring the boy and putting in a GPS tracker, but I could prevent the branding that long. Coby The first few days as a slave weren't so bad. I wasn't technically supposed to wear regular clothes, but nobody stopped me. I mostly just played video games and did my normal chores. I figured I was basically still free, since it was dad, and we even hung out more than normal. Until things changed. Dad The overseer began complaining the second Coby came home. He said Coby was bad for morale. He said that the freemen were complaining that a slave did less than them. He said the slaves were upset he didn't have normal slave duties and was flouting slave rules. And he told me I was really just being cruel to the boy. He said if I died or lost him, he would be expected to be trained and if he wasn't well trained he'd be whipped bloody by his new master. He said calling me dad had to end and the boy had to start learning his place for his own good. I knew he was right so I nodded and said, "Just go easy this week. And no permanent marks." Coby I was pulled out of my bed by the overseer and two of the free farm workers.They were grinning as they dragged me out of bed and cut off my clothes. Then they took me to the barn. I saw the fire lit and started screaming for dad. But then I saw him, calmly watching, and just started crying. I passed out when the iron hit my flesh. Master The boy was in line the next day during morning inspection. I couldn't ignore the slave brand on him or what looked like belt marks. He also had a black eye and a busted lip. All he was wearing was the slave loincloth reserved for house property. I looked the boy over and asked the overseer, "What happened?" The overseer replied, "The slave needed to learn its place. It will obey now." I nodded. The overseer then shoved down on the boy's shoulders, until he was kneeling before me. The overseer then said, "Kiss your master's feet, slave, and thank him for the attention and training." Coby looked up at me and for a second I saw my son and started to reach out and hug him. Then he kissed my feet and said, "Thank you,master." And he became, really, for the first time, my slave. Coby After they branded me, they took me to the slave quarters. I started begging to see my dad the next morning. I knew this wasn't what he wanted or what we agreed to. I knew this was a mistake. The overseer had some of our freemen hold me and took off his belt. And he whipped me with it until I was blubbering and begging him to stop. When he left, the freemen told me to give them handjobs. I called them both faggots and they just started hitting me. They were flipping me over on my stomach and I just knew I was about to get raped. I began screaming again. Then the overseer came and they scattered. He looked at me and said, "You obey today, show you know your place, or tonight you are in their bunkhouse and nobody intervenes. Disobey again and we take your balls. Whatever you were, you're property now. Understood?" I nodded. And that's why, when pressed down to my knees, I looked up at my dad and called him master. Master I watched the boy that first day fairly closely. He was limping from the beating, but worked hard harvesting. They didn't need to use the whip on him. He stood out from the other slaves as well. I had other young slaves, but they were bred slaves and had been property from birth. They had slave scars and were broken. Their teeth showed signs of decay, but Coby had great teeth due to braces and regular cleanings. Even his body was more toned and muscular due to good food. I could see why the bank had wanted him. I didn't own any female slaves. I considered myself straight, but female slaves just caused problems. We had regular fights with the freemen until I had sold our female property. Things were much calmer now. Coby After harvesting all day, I just wanted to collapse. But the overseer ordered me to take "the master" his dinner. I knocked on his door with the tray and he said, "Come in." I froze after seeing him. He was completely naked. My father was 6'2 and mostly gone to fat. He weighed probably 250 and was almost 65. He was as hairy as a bear. One of the slave boys was on his knees in front of my dad. Sucking him off. My father gestured at the table and I sat the tray down. I started to walk out and he gripped my hand. He then told me, "I like a shoulder massage during blowjobs, slave. Be gentle, but firm." I tried to ignore what was going on as I massaged his shoulders, but I couldn't. I could hear the wet and sloppy sounds of the blowjob. I could hear the slave occasionally choking. I could hear my father's breathing as he got closer and closer. I watched him slap and spit on the slave and call the kid a "filthy slut." Then, while I was still touching his body, my father groaned and I could hear the boy gagging on his master's cum. I watched him clean my father's dick with his mouth. My dad looked at me and said, "You can go." I heard him tell the boy to get his tongue up his ass as I was leaving. Master I consider myself heterosexual. I would never kiss or date a man. I don't find beards or the male body attractive. But I also enjoy power and getting off and I realized after getting rid of our female slaves that slave boys were infinitely preferable to my hand. Tight assholes, deep throats, completely obedient. And part of me loved how wrong it was. If they were free, they would be fucking pussy and never let an old man like me rut in them. I could see how much most hated it or just wanted it to end. Some literally cried while I was tearing up their slave boy pussy. But as slaves, they'd still beg just to lick my asshole or suck my eight inch cock. Even if it was just out of fear of the whip or not wanting to get fucked. It was something I'd kept secret from Coby. Until he walked in with dinner. I'm not sure why I kept him in there or told him I needed a massage. I'd never had a shoulder massage while getting head. But I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to see the slave submitting to me and serving me. I made the slave at my knees choke on my dick. I held his head down. I fucked his throat like pussy. I spat on him and slapped him. I called him names. And I came harder down his throat than ever before, all with Coby's hands on me. Coby I couldn't believe my dad was a faggot. That all these freemen were faggots. The ranch hands. My dad. How did I never see this? And then I realized why. I was free. It didn't matter before. And I remembered things then that did show it. Some of the younger slaves limping out of the bunkhouse. Boys leaving my dad's room crying or angry or limping or just looking broken. I just figured they'd been punished. But that wasn't what happened. I knew it now. I talked to William when he left my dad's room. He was a born slave and said it was just part of a slave's duty. He said it was like laundry or yard work and hurt less than a whipping. And he pointed to the board in the kitchen he said the overseer prepared. It listed which slaves would be sent when to please the master. My name was listed for Friday, two days from now. Master I had Coby sent in to mop the wooden floors the next day when I was with Jeremy. Jeremy was a straight eighteen year old bred slave who had not been trained in pleasuring his owner. He cried and groaned and grimaced every time I gave him my dick. I had him bend over my desk and laid my body on top of him as I entered and fucked him like the cheapest whore in a brothel. Hard and rough and mean. I wanted my boy to see how I dominated these sluts, no matter how much they hated it. See I was a man using a hole, a master plowing a slave. Coby tried not to look, but he saw and heard. Afterwards, I made Jeremy lick me clean and pissed in his mouth. I loved the way he grimaced while swallowing my piss. Coby The overseer pulled me out of the fields early. He gave me water, some little pill, and then took me to one of the smaller barns, I'd never been allowed in it before. He then ordered me to undress. He had me put my legs in this weird spreader bar thing bolted to the floor and then locked and cuffed them in. Then he had me lift my hands up and attached them to these cuffs coming down from the ceiling. They were connected to a pulley and he adjusted it until I was on my tippy toes. Then he sprayed me with a water hose and soaped me down. I couldn't help but get hard from his hands on me while he soaped me up. He laughed and said, "I told the master you're just another slave slut." Then he had me open my mouth and put in a metal device. It kept my mouth wide open so I couldn't talk and just drooled. Master I argued with Nathan, my overseer, for almost an hour on Thursday night. I had seen Coby's name on the list for Friday. I had been clear when all this started he wouldn't stop being my son. But Nathan was very persuasive. He made it clear that the other slaves would notice. He talked about the expectations of our freemen. He discussed Coby's resale value and mortgage. The argument that convinced me was none of those, however. What convinced me was his concern for Coby's future. Coby I could see, but not talk. I watched my dad come in. I wanted to cover my junk up, but my hands and feet were locked in place. At first, he just stood there. He wasn't even looking at me, but just standing there. Then he came over to me. I was looking down at the floor. He gripped me by my hair and pulled my head back until he was looking in my eyes. Then he said: I argued with Nathan abut this. Part of me still sees you as my baby boy. As Coby. But he's right I'm not doing you any favors, son. The truth is, you're probably going to die a slave. I'm not good with money. If I sold everything I own, even the farm, I couldn't free you. And I could die tomorrow and you'd be auctioned off with the other chattel. He paused,then said: For the next week you're the only slave scheduled for my pleasure. I'm doing this for your own good and to help us both adjust. Any master would expect you to be well-trained. It's cruel to pretend you're still Coby. Then he reached for my cock. Master It wasn't until I reached for his cock that my brain fully made the switch over from dad to master. The boy was hard. Naked, chained up for his master, and hard. Coby had been straight. I'd caught him with enough pussy to know that. This was a slave boy, hard for his master, trembling at my touch. His cock was normal for a slave his age. Six inches, average thickness, rock hard. His balls dangled low, though, and were clearly full of slave seed. They bounced as I jerked his dick. I massaged the slave cock for a few minutes, enjoying the discomfort of his face. Then I started the lesson. Coby I knew it was whatever the overseer gave me that was making me hard. I didn't like men and this was my dad. But he didn't seem to know or care. I tried explaining, but the device on my mouth wouldn't let me make any real sounds, just unintelligible noises. I tried begging him to stop, but he just kept going. He massaged my shoulders, caressed my stomach, fondled my ass. even licked the tears from my eyes. Then he grabbed the whip. Master I grabbed the lightest whip. I didn't want the boy scarred, but Nathan was right that Coby needed to learn his place or he'd get really hurt. I intended to try a few lashes, then see how the boy was as a pleasure slave. But the lash changed things. Coby was in wonderful shape and had pristine skin compared to the other slaves. He was toned and flawless and handsome in the way of some young men. Not feminine, but lean and muscled and yet baby-faced. When his body jerked and he tried to scream through the mouth spreader, my dick hardened. The same thing that allowed me to cum with my other slaves was in overdrive here. He was young and sexy and should be free with some bitch under him taking his cum. I had caught him doing just that a few weeks ago. Instead, he was strung up getting whipped by his master. By me. By the second lash, there was a wet spot on my pants. I came during the 15th. Coby My dad let me down after the beating. I collapsed on the floor and he put me on my hands and knees. Then I felt something shoving into my ass. I think if I wasn't already in so much pain, I would have cried then. Then he came in front of me. I could see the wet spot in his pants. He lifted my chin so he could look in my eyes and said, "You did good, boy. You'll make some other master proud one day." Then he called for Nathan and got up to leave. I heard him say, "Train his mouth, but leave in the plug. I want him still tight tomorrow." End of Part One