Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2024 19:50:32 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 6 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. Let me know if you like the ending or if you'd rather something else had happened? From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 6 Davey/Coby I became my master's whore, an object whose sole existence was to please his body and make his life more convenient. He gloried in humiliating me and I took it all. Most nights, I was woken up by being mounted and fucked. He enjoyed my tears and whimpering and crying, deliberately laying his whole body on top of me and crushing me under him. In the morning, my master would have me crawl down do the bottom of the bed, take his cock in my mouth, and drink his piss. It was salty and hot and he liked to tell me how disgusting I was and how much he knew I loved it. I soon learned to pretend I did and to agree with my master that I was a slut and craved his fat hairy hard dick in me and his cum and his piss in my mouth and belly. I couldn't pretend to like to rim him. He would flip on his belly or sit on my face and order me to tongue his fat hairy asshole for hours at a time. While he was reading the paper or watching a movie or relaxing for bed I licked his asshole and tried to pretend I was doing anything other than eat the ass of a man who used to be my father. His use of me became more and more casual. I would be serving breakfast to him and his friends and he would unzip and order me to my knees. He didn't torture me like the other man had, but he seemed to enjoy surprising me with rough and humiliating sex. But he kept me to himself. And the overseer didn't like that. Overseer The more I saw Coby hurt by his father, the more I realized I loved Coby. I became jealous and angry. What he was doing to the boy wasn't right. The boy loved me, not him. Coby wanted to be with me, not him. Coby should be my lover and slave, not his. That's when I decided to make an anonymous tip to the Slave Police. I told them everything about the slave girl being bred and illegally enslaved. I told them about Coby's baby or babies being taken out of the country. I told them the boy had been enslaved in order to sell American sperm and slaves to foreign nations. I even lied and told them the boy had been threatened and coerced into agreeing to be enslaved. I gave them names and even a video I had taken when Coby was fucking the slave girl. He looked so beautiful as he came inside her. The Slave Police acted quickly and decisively. Master I would never grow tied of this kid's cunt or dominating him. He had been serving me lunch when i pressed down on his shoulders and took my dick out. I watched him suck it into his smooth beautiful little mouth and pressed down until he began choking on it. I enjoyed soaking my dick balls deep in his little throat pussy, watching him turn red as he struggled to breathe. Then I stood up and bent him over the table. I went in hard and quick, without lube, enjoying his tears and the way his face scrunched up from the pain and shock. I began telling him what a pretty tight little cunt he was and how this was all he was born for. And then I collapsed to the ground. Coby I was in shock. One minute, my master was spitting on my face as he fucked me. The next, he was on the floor being handcuffed by the Slave Police. Nobody seemed to know exactly what to do with me. There was some confusion because my tattoo said David, but they were told to retrieve a Coby. Eventually, I was taken to a sort of temporary holding pen. It was full of criminals waiting an enslavement hearing. My father was weeping in one corner. We were both brought to the same courtroom I'd been in when this all started. I listened as the Overseer testified I had been abused for years before being enslaved and coerced into agreeing to the formal enslavement. He reported a scheme going back long before my enslavement to traffic American sperm and slaves overseas. He identified the man who owned Allison in a video and reported my father was in a conspiracy with that man to traffic American slaves and sperm overseas . My father denied everything. When it was my turn to testify, I lied. I told them my father had been raping me for years. That he used to suffocate me with a pillow just to enjoy my struggling to breathe. I told them he had threatened to kill me if I hadn't agreed to the enslavement and that I knew he would have done it. I told them he had had me masturbate for years into containers, but that I didn't know what happened to them. I wept when I told them how he had started assaulting me in junior high. My father denied everything, but it didn't matter. Chet I fought hard for the boy. Some saw the tattoo and collar and thought that was it. The kid had been enslaved and registered and clearly used. None of them were sure they wanted a boy like that free to mingle with the town folk. But, eventually, I won. The kid would serve as my property for the year it took for the tattoo to be removed. His labor would cover the cost of the removal and his upkeep. I'd also cover two years of local college, so the boy would be able to support himself when freed. It was a good deal and the boy was eager to take it. Slave When I heard the judge say, "Your rights as a freeman are now rescinded" I collapsed. But nobody cared. I was hauled to processing immediately. I had a GPS chip put in my neck and was taken to a mandated whipping. I passed out after the 10th lash. When I was eventually brought to be auctioned, I was purchased by a meat processing company. I prayed that they wouldn't just sell me for organs or worse. Coby Master Chet let me watch my dad be enslaved. I saw him collared and whipped. I saw him chipped. I saw his head shaved and saw him humiliated by his nudity and the way the freemen addressed him. Then Master Chet took me to the auction of my former home and its livestock. He asked me what I knew about the slaves and their personalities and purchased several for his farm. And then we went to his home. My home for the next year. My friend Will was off at college. That meant there was nobody in the main house, except for us. I made Master Chet dinner and I could see his eyes on me the whole time. I was back in slave shorts with most of my whip marks gone or barely scarred. I had been in this home a million times when Master Chet was simply Coach. I knew what he wanted by the way he watched me. After dinner, I knelt at his feet and said, "You saved me, master. For the next year, I will devote myself to pleasing you in every way I can. " And I showed him what I had learned. Chet I had never been with a truly willing or eager boy. Coby showed me how amazing that could be. He started off by undressing me, pulling my pants and underwear off at the dinner table. Then he began licking my balls and my asshole, his tongue going deep inside my ass as he jerked off my cock. When I was rock hard, he deepthroated my dick on his own. This kid I had known his whole life gagged and choked on my cock in order to please me. But I didn't finish in his mouth. He stood up and took his shorts off and straddled my cock. I felt his warm tight ass envelop my dick. It was amazing. I sat back as he rode me until I couldn't take it anymore. Coby The pain didn't matter. I needed to thank Master Chet for what he had done. I didn't expect the pleasure. One minute I was riding my master and the next I was on my back on the table. He lifted my legs in the air and reentered me. I gasped, but it felt good to. I looked up at his muscular body, his arms, his rugged face, and it felt right and good. Every stroke of his dick inside me was pushing precum out of my dick. And he wasn't calling me names. He was telling me how beautiful I was, how sweet, thanking me for this, and grunting to show his pleasure. When he came, I came. Epilogue When the year ended, my tattoo was gone and I was freed. Will never knew about me and his dad. As far as he knew, I just helped out with farm work. Master Chet and I would stay lovers until he died. We never got married or lived together, but when I was in town or he visited where I lived, we always wound up in bed. I wrote a book, mostly lies, about my experience with my dad as a kid and then as a slave. It was a bestseller. I found my dad and purchased him with part of the money from the book. He was only 160 pounds by then and scarred up from overuse of the whip. Meat packing was a rough business and he was missing his left thumb. I gifted him to the coal mines because I knew most miner slaves didn't last a year. I assumed he didn't, either. I never found Allison or my potential kids, but I got married and had four boys. We moved up north, where slavery was illegal.