Pete Brown's Slaves

These two stories appeared in the now-defunct "slavefuture" group on Yahoo, written by "westof7" and "george e-mail". They describe the enslavement process from two different points of view. 

Fortunately I kept a copy before Yahoo destroyed the contents of slavefuture.

Several years ago I tried to contact the authors, without success.  But I feel certain that having published them in Yahoo, they would not mind being revived here!

They use the overall scenario where slavery is the norm. And the idea of having two different perspectives of the same situation is one l have used several times, in my own stories.  

Both men use a rather "breathless" prose style which takes a little getting used to, but perhaps makes it more "realistic"?

Pete.

MY BUDDY

I hadn't especially realized it was wrong at the time. But obviously
somebody thought so. And l was hauled up to the Court House and
before I knew what was happening, I'm waiting in a cell at the
auction house, soon to be sold, butt naked, to the highest fuckin' bidder!

I tried to get a message to my buddy, Dendo, who I used to work out
with, chase skirt with, party with, harass lowlife slave scum with,
and just pure raise hell with. He was always there for me. We were
always hanging around and | sort of knew he hero worshiped me, which
was OK, of course, me being a couple of years older and a little
taller and more muscular. He was kinda the brainy type, not faggot
kinda brainy, but the cool kind, you know what I mean.

Anyway, I'm sitting in the cell, all my clothes have been
confiscated, wearing one of those fucking slave smocks, that slaves
are required to wear, wondering what's gonna happen to me, hoping
Dendo was notified so he can get me out of this mess, he'll make it
alright, when the cell door opens, and in he walks pretty as you
please. I was so glad to see the SOB, and once the guard leaves, I
try to give him a big hug, like I had a million times before.

He acts all cold and such, I can't figure it out.

Then he says, 'We're not friends anymore, boy. You're a slave, and
I'm a freeman. You gotta start thinking like a slave. Realizing
your place. Knowing where you stand in relation to your betters."

I'm thinking to myself, what - the - fuckl? where's he get off?? But
I'm speechless.

Then he says, 'l'm considering buying your ass tomorrow, when they
put you on the block, but I need to know if you’re gonna be able to
submit to me even though we were once friends.‘

I'm thinking no way Jose, but keep quiet.

He continues, 'You don't have many options, boy. You know what
happens to freeborn slaves that are a little too cocky for their own
good; They're usually cut real quick to calm ‘em down, to take some
of the 'spunk' out of 'em. Then sold as a ladies personal slave
for some rich bitch who likes to show her nutted slave off to all her
girlfriends. Like what happened to Lett Merton. Remember how you
howled with laughter when you saw him following behind his mistress,
carrying her purse, dressed like a fag, knowing he'd been gelded?
Yeah he was the stud Captain of the football team couple of years
back, until he got in trouble. That's one way you can turn out.
Another way is being sent to the mines, you won't last long there
you know, nobody does. The stories you and l have both heard don't
need to be repeated do they? '

This is starting to scare me. I knew I was in trouble but when I saw
my bud, I thought he would get me out, buy me and set me free. But
this...

'So,' he says ' here's your choice you can start being the slave
you're gonna have to be one way or another right now, and I'll buy
you. Or you can see what happens when you're bought by somebody
else, it's up to you, boy. What do you have to say?‘

Well hell, there wasn't much I could say was there, except 'Dendo, I'm
your bud, remember all the things we've been through? Together?'

'Yeah' he says, 'that's why I'm giving you this chance to save
your nuts or worse. Now, you can either shuck out of your smock so I
can finger you, and start training you how to be a good slave, or
suffer the consequences'.

So the next thing I know I'm standing there bare-assed naked having my
soon to be Master run his hands over every inch of me. If I didn't
know better I'd think he might be a little 'that way', but I know
better. Checking my teeth, spreading my ass cheeks apart, cupping
my nuts. Telling me that from now on, I'll be calling him Master,
that l have to keep my eyes cast down when in the presence of
freemen, yada, yada, yada,

Then he yanks on my nuts real hard like and says 'You listening to
me, boy? These slave nuts I got in my hand are what you're gonna
lose if you aren't, you understanding this? '

I guess I did finally get the point, with my nuts hurting something
fierce, and I heard myself saying 'Yes, Master, I'm your slave and
I'll be a good slave, please Master.‘

So, now I'm Master Dendo's well trained slave boy. And as it turns
out, he was 'like that'. And fucks the holy hell out of me almost
every night, after I lick his asshole for him and slobber all over
his feet. Spend all my days picking up for him, cleaning and
ironing, keeping the toilet nice and shiny, cooking and waiting on
his buddies when they come over. But hey, still got my gonads, at
least for now anyway.


THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN

I brought up the morning news on the screen one day and lo and behold
it said my old pal, Griffin had been convicted of embezzlement and
had been enslaved. I thought "The poor bastard". He never was smart
enough to be dishonest. Then a coupla days later I got a note from
Griffin's lawyer saying Griffin would like to see me. | shrugged and
told myself, what the hell and for old time's sake I called the
lawyer and found out where to go. The freaking lawyer was mainly
concerned about being paid before Griffin's creditors and relatives
got to his assets. I went down to the Slave Depot and asked for
Griffin.

The Slave Depot is this big warehouse as bleak and featureless as an
ice cube. I stated my business at a desk in the drafty lobby, got a
pass, and went up in a creaking elevator to the fourth floor, down a
corridor painted a poisonous green and finally to a heavy door. A
guard opened it and l was in an interview room, barren and empty
looking with only a table and two battered chairs. They had brought
Griffin from wherever they had been keeping him.

And there he was, all 6 feet of him, wearing plain cotton pants and a
slave smock, His curly blond hair had been cut to a quarter inch. He
was shaved and clean but looked pale and frightened. He says, "Dendo, boy am I glad to see you."

I didn't take his hand. Ugh! I thought to myself "It's Mr.
Dendillon, to you, slave" but what the hell, it's an easy mistake for
a new slave to make. He looked at his hand and after a second,
dropped it. | sat down on one of the hard, worn chairs. He sat down
on the other. Well that blew what little patience I had left, so I
said, "Look Grif, you're a slave. You do not, repeat NOT, sit down in
the presence of a free man."

He looked startled and jumped up and said, "I'm... I guess I'm sorry,
Dendo, l'm...l'm new to all this."

I said, "OK Slab (that's short for 'slave boy') don't let it happen again.

He turned red when I called him slab and said, "It won't. I mean I'll try not to let
it happen again."

I smiled and said, "You're gonna have to learn sooner or later, so why not now? You add 'sir' to the end of that statementand any other statement addressed to me."

He closed his eyes lifted his chin and said, "Yes, sir."

I said, "I know they haven't given you a slave name yet, so Slab will have to do. 

OK Slab, I know you come up for auction tomorrow. Since I once had a free friend named Griffin, I've decided I'll buy you. You're strong with all those muscles and I can use a body servant."

He didn't say anything. I said, "What I propose is that you strip right
now and let me look you over. That way you'll be prepared for
tomorrow.” Then just to rub it in a little, l said "My friend Grif and
me used to go to the auctions and ‘examine’ the slaves, both male and
female, so you know how it's done. OK, shuck!"

He just stood there. He wasn't up for sale at that moment so he
didn't have to do anything. I shrugged and said, "Suit yourself,
Slabber. lf l don't buy you some woman will and you'll either have to
fuck her nightly or she'll have you de-nutted." And I reminded him of
guys we both knew who fell afoul of the law and ended up as capons
for ladies, wearing tight fitting tights so that anyone could see
that nothing was there. I mean, they take everything when they de-nut
a slave, so he has to piss sitting down. The slave still has to
perform, but with his tongue and hands and they hate that more than
the forced fucking. A couple of guys, big burly men, ended up without
baskets, carrying their mistresses purses and parasols. We'd
snickered about them and made loud comments within their hearing.

Grif's face was very pale and drawn by this time. He said, "Yes, sir. What...do you want me to do? Sir?"

I had to laugh at the unhappy look on the poor bastard's face, like he was ready to cry. I said, "Shuck, damn it. I told you that once. Now do it!"

So he reached up and took off the smock and the cotton pants and there he was naked.

A big body. Nicely muscled, heavy pectorals with dark
tits, a smooth belly but a strong one, Some blonde hair on his
chest. Dark pubic hair and lots of it and this big cock and heavy
balls. I said "Come here, Slabby." He came over to me actually
looking a little afraid. I took his cock in my hand and pushed back
the long foreskin. OK, perfectly clean. I thought, "I'll have him
circumcised."

I had no problem handling his cock. A freeman can and does handle any
part of a slave he wants to. He's a piece of property. I stood up and
ran my hand down his arms. Nice and strong. Over his belly. I felt
those tits, nice and firm. No fat on this guy really. I told him to
turn around and bend over. I told him to spread his cheeks and I
didn't have to see his face to know he was blushing. l wet an index
finger and probed his asshole. He jumped. A virgin by God! Well, but
I knew Grif didn't go for men, not even young slender slaveboys as
soft and pretty as women. Well, he would learn soon enough.

I said, "OK Slab. Tomorrow if the bidding isn't too tough, you'll be
all mine." He looked down and looked awfully sad. I had to laugh at
the expression on his face. I said, "Cheer up, Slabber. It's better
to have a kind master like me to train you. Otherwise with those
muscles and those strong legs you might end up as a pony boy, pulling
a rickshaw around town. And pony boys are considered to be stronger
and have more stamina if their nuts are gone. They have a name for
them -- geldings."

He turned white at that and said, "Yes sir." So then I rang for the
guard and left.

The next day I went to the auctions. There weren't many good looking
slaves for sale so when Grif came up for sale there was quite a buzz
through the house. They had shaved him clean, no body hair at all, so
he looked great. I had some competition for him from men and women
and just when I thought I would have to give in, my chief competitor
quit and I got him. And of course, the moment I owned him, he had to
start calling me "Master."

Man! I brought him home and that very night, I had him bathed, shaved,
perfumed in the six orifices and got him in bed. I knew that my pal
Grif thought I was straight as an arrow. Well he had to learn. If
there is anything like heaven on earth, it's fucking a reluctant
virgin, hearing him squeal and gasp and beg to be set loose. The
icing on the cake was that after having the hots for him all those
years could now order him to suck my tits and my cock and to tell me
he liked what was happening to him. 

They gave him a new slave name before they auctioned him off. I never use it. He answers to the name of Scum. I take him out with me. I put him in tight tights to show off that big basket. It makes him miserable to be on display, but
what the hell what's the good of owning an object d'art if you can't show it off? And yeah, he wears a chastity device on his cock so he can't shoot a load without my permission. I got friends who like to use their mouths and I want to be sure he has a load to give them.


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