Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2024 20:28:16 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 3 From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Chapter 3 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. Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 3 Coby The overseer woke me at 5 am the next morning. It was like the previous night hadn't happened. I was put to work in the fields immediately, still smelling like sex and cum. The other slaves noticed, but didn't say anything about it. The next twelve hours were the hardest I'd ever worked. The new tractor still hadn't arrived and we were manually plowing a field. Dad had sold off the trees in that area for lumber so it was all virgin soil full of rocks and roots. Every time I slowed down the overseer was quick to use the slaver's crop to get me going again. We didn't even stop for meals, but were just given water and slave biscuits to eat as we worked. I was actually relieved when I was called to the main house, but I wasn't immediately let inside. A man I had seen before when I was free was waiting for me by the slave showerhead at the slave entrance. He wasn't anything special, just a normal looking Latin guy in his thirties or something. He told me to stay still and then began applying a cream all over my body, even my butt. I groaned when he removed the butt plug. The cream stung my wounds, but didn't feel like anything else at first. But then it began burning. At first, it was just warm. But then it felt like my whole body, even my ass and cock and balls were blistering. I started to move towards the shower and the man just placed his hand on the bullwhip on his belt. So, I waited. I had been crying for maybe five minutes when he nodded and turned on the cold water. It felt so good on my skin, but it washed away all my body hair. All of it, until I didn't even look like a man anymore I was so smooth. All I had left was the hair on my head. The man inspected my entire body, making sure no hair was left under my pits or anywhere else. He even made me bend over and inspected my asshole to make sure it was smooth. Then he handed me a bar of slave soap, the scented stuff all slaves used, and told me to make sure I was clean inside and out. The Barber I recognized the slave as his master's son. He has always been polite and I had often thought he would fetch a good price if his father ever decided to sell him. But I hadn't expected an enslavement to happen. With free boys like him, it took willing consent. Not many kids were that foolish. By the time the cream was rinsed off and he had showered, the boy almost looked like a house slave. His body was muscled enough, but not quite worn out or scarred like a slaves. He didn't quite have the resignation or fear in his eyes of a born slave, either. The reality that he could be castrated or sold for parts at a whim hadn't sunk in. I personally liked this phase in a slave, but it never lasted. The boy was an attractive little animal too. There is this period where boys have that thin build of adolescence, even after becoming an adult and developing some muscle. He was the perfect example of it. A tight stomach. Small arms, but muscles showing when he flexed. Almost petite, but not in anyway feminine. An ideal slave boy. I messaged his beautiful little ass. Then I sat down, unzipped my pants, and said, "Show me what those lips can do, boy." I wasn't disappointed. Coby This was the first time I sucked cock on my own. He just unzipped and then laid back waiting for me to do all the work. He had a thick uncircumcised dick and it was covered in black hair. I'd never seen pubes like his. All the slaves had been smooth. His pubes were like a forest surrounding his already hard dick. My dick stayed hard 24/7 from whatever they put in the water. He looked down at me and said, "Go on. Throat it, slut." I took a deep breath and went down on him. I gagged when his cock pushed into my throat, but I knew not to stop by now. I kept going, forcing myself not to throw up, until my lips pressed against his balls. I must have sucked him for ten minutes when he pulled out his phone. I heard it dial and then connect. I couldn't see the screen, but I could hear a girl moaning. She started talking dirty, giving me orders, degrading me, telling him what to do. She was saying things to him like, "You found a pretty little slut, baby. Fuck his white throat pussy for me. Make him gag for me, Papi. See how hard the slut is, papi, he wants his face fucked harder. " And he obeyed. The blowjob stopped being passive and he took control. One second he was relaxing and the next his legs were wrapped around my head holding his dick balls deep as he pumped his hips.I could feel myself turning purple from a lack of oxygen, but he wasn't letting me go. Until she came. He came seconds later, flooding my throat. Cum was even pouring out of my nose, but he let me go to catch my breath. Then he hung up on her. And he gave me advice. He said: Your daddy is no longer your daddy, boy. Your daddy is your master. Your best hope to keep your balls is to go into that room knowing what you are. Most boys like you lose their nuts to keep them docile. Another master will pull your teeth so you give better blowjobs and sell you for your organs when you're no longer pretty. You need to all but crawl in that room a slave who knows his life depends on making the man who owns you happy. You need to fear him, boy, and let him see it. You have a pretty face, sweet little blonde hair, a smooth tight body, and were his son. Let him break you. Convince him owning you is worth it or he will sell you for enough money to buy five draft slaves. Convince him you want to be his slave. You don't want to be trouble, boy, you want to be a tight pretty slut with nostalgia keeping you alive when you're older. The last thing you want is to be sold. Then he got dressed. The Barber I gave the kid the best advice I knew to give. Nothing cranked my dick like using a little white boy slave while Christina watched, but I also knew most masters preferred sissy boy slaves or to modify their sluts in some other way. And his build, no matter how much muscle he added, would never make him an ideal draft slave. His best hope lay in that tight boypussy and that wet throat and tongue of his. Most masters sold their children. Freeborn slaves were just too valuable. Coby I walked into my dad's study still tasting the barber's bitter cum in my mouth. But my dad wasn't alone. My friend's dad Chet was there. Chet had coached my little league team and served as our football coach. He had the same build as my dad, but muscle. I froze when I saw him. Chet I had heard from his dad that the boy was property, but seeing it was something different. The boy was in nothing but a jock strap and was slave smooth. He also had clear discipline marks on his body and a slave brand. It made my heart ache a little bit. I had watched the boy grow up with my son and I came here determined to free him. It wouldn't be easy, but the town judge owed me more than one favor and I knew there was a way to make it happen. But then the boy knelt and crawled to his father. And he smelled like slave. I could smell him from here. It was that slave soap that smelled like sandalwood and herbs. Every slave had the same smell, instantly separating them from free boys, and it made my dick start to harden. I knew it was just soap, but my body scented that and reacted. I turned my face away from him and to his father. And his father clicked play in the video. I watched as Coby took cock after cock in his mouth and throat, gagging and choking over and over. But he always stayed hard. Rock hard. His cock stood out from his body showing that he might be restrained, but he liked and wanted it. He drank load after load, swallowing what had to be gallons of cum. Even more covered his face and chest. He even drank piss. And then the video showed him and the overseer. He came from a man sucking his dick. Not some pretty slave boy, but a man. And I heard him ask his father, "Master, how may I serve you?" And his father unzipped. Coby I tried to ignore Chet. My father unzipped his pants and leaned back. I knew what that meant. I knew dozens or hundreds of slave boys had knelt for him before and done this same thing. I knew he wasn't the dad I played football with right now, but a man who could have my nuts chopped off or worse. So, I sucked. And he let me know that was all I was now. He let me know I would never be free again. As I sucked him, he started talking. He said: Show me you're a good slut, boy. Show me you love your master's cock. Give me a reason not to auction you off, boy. This is what you always wanted, isn't it, Coby? Tell me. And then he took his cock out of my mouth and I realized what he wanted. I said, "Yes, master, I want to be your slave." And he fucked my face. But first he gave me permission to jack off. I took it as an order. Chet I tried not to watch as a man I once respected used his own boy's mouth like he was some common slave whore. But I couldn't take my eyes off the sight. Coby was a good looking kid before the collar went around his neck. I had caught him and my boy more than once taking a turn on some teenage slut and looked the other way. And I knew in my head that the kid couldn't want this. But he was hard. His daddy's dick was in his mouth and he was rock hard and jacking his own cock off. His daddy spit on him, slapped him, held his head down while he choked, and he stayed hard. And his daddy wasn't even some young fit guy, he was a fat old fuck. And then he creamed the kid's mouth. Master I didn't intend any of this, but I knew I had to do everything possible to make Chet see the boy as property. Chet could bankrupt me with a word and have me collared somewhere in a week. If they freed Coby, I'd be unable to pay any of my bills. The farm, my slaves, the house, everything would go under. So I did my best to pretend the kid was just another teenage whore. But it was hard. At first. The boy's mouth felt good, but he also saw the whip at my side I casually gripped before I asked questions. He knew what happened to disobedient slaves. I was seeing him playing football and baseball and buying me Christmas presents and showing me his report card. But as he kept sucking my dick, as I got closer to cumming in his mouth, I started to believe he meant it and wanted this. He was jacking off with his daddy's dick in his mouth. No straight free boy could give head like this. If I hadn't enslaved him, he wouldn't have known he was meant to be a cockwhore. He'd go his whole life without a man fucking his face pussy so good he came. I had done my son a favor. I was giving him what he wanted. He chose to be enslaved. He said he wanted to be my slave. I started slapping him, calling him names, spitting on him, giving him what he wanted. Coby I tried not to think. To just exist, And then it happened. My dad gripped my head by the ears and started fucking my face balls deep. And he came. I knew what was expected and so I kept sucking and swallowing, thinking about the barber's words and what my dad had asked. Then he said, "You can come, boy." I tried to ignore Chet and my dad and the taste in my mouth. I imagined Shelly drunk and sucking Candice's tits last year at homecoming and the blowjob I got from Diana. And I came. Chet I watched Coby lick his own cum off the floor and his father's boots. His dad offered me the boy's mouth, but I declined. Not just because I had jizzed in my pants watching the kid, but because I also felt guilty. I knew I wasn't going to free the boy now. When his dad got tired of him, I wanted to take him for a ride or buy him myself.