Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:58:22 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 5 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. 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/Davey and his dad. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 5 Coby/Davey My dad never called me Coby again, I was summoned the next morning to the house. The Latin barber was back. He took me to a room I had only seen when free. It was the sterile treatment room for sick slaves our vet used. The barber had me lay back and secured my arms, legs, and head. I couldn't move. Then he rubbed gel on my throat and gave it a few minutes. I could feel my throat grow numb as the gel dried. He tattooed my throat manually and then used a device right under the tattoo. It hurt, even with the numbing. But when I saw it, I began to cry. It said David and had my slave number. Only lifers ever had throat tattoos. It was meant to ensure they could never pass for free again. Master I had often thought about having a house slave. One boy dedicated to serving me in my home and attending to all wifely duties as well. Someone always available if I needed a massage, a blowjob, a fuck, a rimjob, or a place to piss. A tight young hole and smooth body whose entire existence depended on pleasing his master. I had never done it in part because I didn't want my son to get the wrong idea about his father. The younger generation didn't understand that using a slave was no different than using any other object. But now my son was gone. I looked at Davey. And I could tell my guest was admiring him as well. The throat tattoo let me get rid of those horrible slave shorts. As long as it and the collar were visible, the boy was unmistakable as property. I had the boy dressed in one of my son's old jockstraps and nothing else. Without a doubt, he was the best looking chattel I had ever owned. My dick began to harden imagining his pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Imagining him struggling under me again as I fucked his slave pussy. Imagining the disgust on his face as he swallowed my salty warm piss. I would still need him to work the fields some and knew I would still enjoy the variety of slave boys I owned. But he would definitely serve me well. Coby/Davey After the tattoo, everything changed. My time in the fields was almost non-existent. Every moment of every day was focused on serving my master. And he was now my master, absolutely. Being fucked by him had changed things, but there had still been a part of me that saw him as my father. Soon after the throat tattoo, that ended for good. That first day, after presenting myself tattooed to him, I was told to serve breakfast. A man I had never seen was present. He looked almost middle eastern or something and to be in his fifties or sixties. He had a grey beard and was wearing some kind of dress with a weird head wrap. Nobody in our town looked like that. Allison Desmond was collared and kneeling at his feet. She had one of those mouth plugs I had seen in internet slave porn, but never in real life. She couldn't even eat unless it was removed. I couldn't imagine what had happened that led to her being enslaved, although there were rumors her dad had pissed off Judge Mahenney a county over. Last time I saw her, she had been a cheerleader planning to head up north for college. The man noticed me staring and said, "I removed her teeth, but she still makes noise. My people believe slave women should be seen and not heard. Now she is quiet." Him and my father both laughed. I was too busy to hear the rest of their conversation. My father must have truly wanted to impress the man with breakfast. There was waffles, pancakes, fruit, butter, biscuits, bread, gravy, eggs, chicken fried steak, maple syrup, everything. There were even fresh cinnamon rolls. But the man barely ate. On my last trip back from the kitchen, I saw the man hand my father what looked like thousands of dollars. It was bank wrapped hundred dollar bills. They shook hands and then they both stood up and took me back to the barn. I don't remember everything that happened there. I read one time in school your mind can blank out or forget really bad stuff. Maybe that's it. I remember being strung up, still in nothing but my jockstrap. The man attached some kind of electrodes to my nipples and my balls. They were like metal clips and I cried out in pain even before they were activated. He inserted some kind of rod into my dickhole, stretching it out and making me want to scream. He covered my body in metal clothes pins, pinching my skin. And he whipped me. Not for doing anything wrong, but because he wanted to. My dad watched. And he liked it. When I was convulsing from the shock. I saw my father watching and jacking off while my body thrashed around uncontrollable. When I was crying from the whip, he had his cock in Allison's mouth. She was blowing him, but he was watching me while she did it. I would have cried out for him to save me, but my mouth was gagged. And I realized he wouldn't have done it anyway. To him, I was just another slave. I hung in the barn for nearly a day. The man came back, but mostly seemed bored with me. He made me scream a few times by squeezing my balls, he slapped me in the face, he punched me in my stomach, but it seemed like he was almost disinterested. And then he brought Allison in. He unhooked me and said, "Fuck your slave babies into her." She couldn't respond verbally, but she nodded her head. I could see some marks on her body that let me know she had experienced something painful from him as well. When I still hesitated, she mounted me and rode me until I came. Aram I had arranged a nice bribe to have the girl enslaved and expected to fetch a great price for her offspring. American slaves were impossible to buy abroad and were freed if brought into an international airport or zone. A private jet and dressing her in full native clothing ensured this freedom would never occur. I had the boy fuck her until I was certain she was pregnant. I gathered enough of his sperm to ensure a fertile line indeed. This farmer would make me one of the richest men in the world and thought his 5,000 dollar price was good negotiating. I had hoped a freeborn American boy would have been more amusing, but without modifications he quickly became as boring as any other male slave. I had asked his father about castrating him, removing his tongue, or even simple plastic surgery. He had refused and reported he didn't want the boy even on hormones. I fucked him only once, to share the news the slave girl was pregnant and his children would be honored by being my family property forever. Davey Aram watched every time I fucked Allison, but he never seemed aroused by it. The only thing that had seemed to make his dick hard was hurting me. After I fucked Allison the first day, I was sent to "Aram's room." It had been my bedroom when I was Coby. He had me sleep on the floor like a pet dog, ordering me to open my mouth in the morning to swallow his piss, to wash him in the shower, give him full body massages. He used my mouth, but casually and usually after using his belt or fist on me first. He would unzip and just say, "Suck it." He almost never came from the head, just pushing me away when he was done.. The day before he left, I could tell things were different. He was excited, cheerful. He invited my master back to his room. He told him the girl was pregnant, that he was leaving tomorrow, that he was pleased, and then he told him it was time they fucked me together to seal the deal. And he goaded my father on. My father lifted my legs and pushed his dick into me hard. He obeyed Aram and squeezed my balls. He rammed himself into me over and over, all while giving me a busted lip, black eyes, spitting on my face, punching me in the side. He was slapping me hard across the face, staring into my eyes, as he came. Aram didn't waste a second. He pulled me from under my father, flipped me onto my belly, shoved his cock inside me, and came in seconds. That was the day my father became my master completely and the day I knew I would somehow get revenge. Even if it killed me.