Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 18:31:35 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 4 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. I usually have multiple stories going. A lack of feedback on a particular story means I may stop writing it. Historically, religion has been used to justify slavery so I included some kind of religion as a factor in this one. I also think it is important to point out physiological reactions don't mean you enjoyed something or deserved it. That is a lie abusers often tell their victims. If you've been abused, get help and don't blame yourself. If you do provide feedback, tell me what you want to happen. I have an idea, but I'm curious what readers think should happen to Coby and his dad. This is a particularly rough chapter. Do not read if you are sensitive to sexual assault or incest or abuse. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 4 Master Chet called me when he got home and let me know he wasn't going to try and free Coby. I offered to loan him the boy during his harvest time. Most of his biggest crops came ripe in October and there would be plenty of time for my farm to get harvested first. I also knew most of what he wanted the boy for had nothing to do with farm work. I promised myself early that night that I would leave the boy alone. I fought guilt for everything I had done to Coby. Then I prayed on it and I called my pastor. And I woke the next day understanding the rightness of what I had done. The book was clear. Anything a master did to a slave short of death was his right. It orders slaves to be obedient and serve their masters. And my pastor said even the death of a child was the father's right if the child was rebellious or disobedient, it merely required the consent of the local townspeople. I felt cleansed of guilt and I had to share the news with Coby right away. Coby My arms felt like jelly. I had been chopping wood for two hours already this morning. It seemed like the pile of wood was endless. I had slowed down once and could still feel the sting of the whip on my shoulder. The overseer would go from kissing me and pawing all over me to whipping me with almost no warning. Then I saw my dad. He never came out into the fields, but here he was. And he was smiling. Really smiling. Like when he opened up the mug I made him for Christmas smiling. And for a minute, I thought maybe this was all about to be over. Master Coby stood up when I approached. I took a second just to admire my boy. He was covered in sweat and wearing those hideous slave shorts, but he was a beautiful young man. Lean limbs, pretty face, perfectly white teeth. He even had full lips for a boy. I had seen how easily women fell for his charms. I told him the good news. I said: I spoke to Pastor Terry about your enslavement and about everything that happened and he let me know how wrong this whole thing had been. He read me verses and let me know what I needed to do, son. I've done you a disservice, boy. I'm gonna remedy that, too, right now. Then I belted him with my fist across the face. He fell into the dirt. I gestured and a couple of the other slaves lifted him up and dragged him back to his feet. I could see where his cheek would be bruised, but there was no other major damage. I said: Everything you were, son, doesn't matter. All that matters now is you are property and the bible says property exists to serve and please its master and I am your master. I felt guilty, Coby, because you volunteered for this. But you volunteering didn't and doesn't matter. All that matters is what you are. I reached out and rubbed my hands over his arms. I kneaded them a little. I ran my hands up and down his tight little stomach. I rubbed his balls and jerked his slave cock. And I told him: Your body is mine. It was wrong of me to pretend you were different than my other slaves. You might be a prettier fuck or sexier than some of these sluts, but you exist for the same reason. Then I gestured to the overseer. Coby I was in shock. I just knew he was coming to free me. I knew this was going to end. Then he hit me. My dad had never hit me like that growing up. He whipped me with his belt sometimes, but I had usually dome something real bad like stealing his rifles to go hunting or sneaking out with friends to race cars. I barely had time to absorb it before Henry and David, two of the bigger slaves, had me lifted back to my feet. The way he touched me then was different. The way he looked at me then was different. It was like he wasn't seeing me anymore. He ran his hands on my body the way we checked over beasts at an auction, not like I was a person. And even during the blowjob, it hadn't been like that. It had been different. It had been like he was almost playing a role. This felt different. This felt cold. Casual. Cruel. And then he snapped his finger and they took me to the bench. Master I watched them strip the slave of his clothes. They threw a bucket of water on him and scrubbed him with slave soap. Then they put him face down on the bench. His arms and legs were secured by tightened leather cuffs. This left his smooth round slave ass on full display. Even his neck was cuffed tight into place. I very rarely used this bench. Most slaves knew better than to protest or fight whatever their master wanted, but I knew a freeborn piece of chattel like this couldn't be trusted to take it or be fully broken on their own and I was going to seed its slave pussy in a way it would never forget. The overseer directed two of the other slaves to massage the boy and rub sweet oils on his skin. I didn't use lube for fucking slaves and the boy's asshole was likely tight enough to hurt my dick without the oils. I nodded when they were done and the barn was suddenly empty. Coby I felt my father's fat hand rubbing my ass. I tried to turn around, but I couldn't move my head. Then I felt his finger push into my butt and realized what was going to happen. I realized what WAS happening. I was a slave. My dad, my master, was going to fuck me. I started begging: Please, dad, please please please please don't....please...just let me go...I'll help out...I'll do whatever I need to do...please dad please.. He crawled on top of me then. I felt his whole weight settle on me. It felt like I was getting crushed. And I could feel his skin. I realized he was naked on top of me. I felt his hard dick on my butt. He pressed his face against mine and said, "Master. Not dad, boy, Master." And he fucked me. Master I had fucked a couple of freeborn slaves before, but I swear this boy's cunt was tighter and sweeter around my dick than any boy pussy had a right to be. His groans and moans and cries just had me railing him harder and deeper and faster than I'd ever gotten into virgin pussy before. And I had no doubt it was virgin pussy. The way he struggled and whimpered under me told me that, clearly shocked every time my dick shoved its way deeper up his asshole. I licked the tears off his face and enjoyed the ride. I pulled my hard dick out of his pussy all the way and then rammed it back in hard. I pulled his head back by his hair and spit on his face while rabbit fucking his hole as hard as I could. I soaked my dick in his cunt and just enjoyed the way his ass felt like silk around my cock as I barely moved it in him. Coby The pain never went away. It was like every stroke his dick found a new way of hurting me or got deeper up my butt. I tried thinking of nothing, but his constant slaps or spanking or spitting on me brought me out of it every time I almost blocked it all out. I was still crying when his dick pushed precum out of my dick. He jammed my ass hard and the pain was mixed with a feeling like jerking off, almost. Another stroke and there was another good feeling mixed it. It felt like his cock was pressing against the inside of my dick or something. I was still overwhelmed by pain, but I was starting to get hard. Despite the humiliation and the pain, my cock started responding. He smelled like cigars and sweat and old man BO and he was hurting the fuck out of my ass by fucking me, but I could feel it building up. I was going to cum. Master It took longer than with any other slave boy I'd ever fucked, but he finally responded to my dick up his boycunt the way all slaves do when I break them. He started enjoying it. Oh, it still hurt, but I was hitting that boy button of his now and it was showing him what he really was. And I felt it when he stopped bucking away and began pushing back. I reached around and jerked his hard slave dick, just long enough to let him know I knew he liked it. Then I growled into his ear: Coby is dead, boy. You're chattel pussy. Be good pussy and your master won't sell you or take your balls. And I made him cum. Coby I didn't want to cum. It hurt. I was crying. But he hit that spot over and over and it happened. I shook and it came out not once or twice, but three times. His pushes into me smeared my jizz all over my belly and legs. And then he grunted and came in me. He laid on me for a minute, then I felt him lift off me. It was like I could breathe again. He began unbuckling me from the bench. I tried to stand up, but fell on the ground.He lifted me up from under my arms and placed them on the bench. Then he said, "You remind me of my son, Coby, but he no longer exists. You are now David. Or Davey. You exist only to serve free men and will learn your place quickly. Now, use your tongue and clean up your mess." I looked at the table. My father was watching me. I leaned over and began licking up my cum and our sweat. I could feel his cum leaking out of me. Master When the slave finished licking the table clean, I had him finish by sucking the scum and mess from our fuck off my cock. I had to piss and after most slave fucks, I would have them drink it. But we were in the barn. I pointed my cock at his face as he knelt in slave position and marked my territory. My yellow piss hit his face, his hair, his legs, I even pissed on his now soft cock. Then I left.