8 comments/ 39807 views/ 21 favorites Judge Ordered Slavery By: Sungmehetu This story is based on several experiences in my life intertwined into one story.. All Characters are over 18 Please feel free to leave comments. Editor's Note: Story contains nonconsent themes. ***** The 17 runaway citations, the charge for stealing my parents car for joyrides in the middle of the night, the shoplifting charge, and the the charge for being possession of stolen bicycle parts were all about to be expunged from my record now that I was 18. Shitty thing was, I still had a whole year of school left. I had to see a judge about my record, and having it all swept under a rug. The Judge agreed, but under special circumstances. I would have to be supervised the whole of my senior year, and I would HAVE to graduate. If I quit school or ran off, a warrant would be issued for my arrest and I would have to serve one year in jail. So when my parents and little brother up and moved to Florida, two weeks after school started, I had to move in with my aunt. I had thought I would be emancipated. The judge made that impossible. My aunt called the court two weeks later, to complain that I had been staying out all night, and she couldn't keep track of me. The court had a home for guys like me. They called it a "Home for misplaced youth." I'm Ryan, an 18 year old senior in high school. My 5-7 130 pound body never gets me a girlfriend, but it does get attention from another type. My biggest asset, or flaw, in this case was my very round bubble butt on a slight, hairless body. They showed up after school. As soon as I walked out the doors of the school, two uniformed cops and my case officer walked up to me and then escorted me to a large state owned sedan. I sat in the back of the car with Mrs Grange, the case officer. She told me what was going to happen. She started to speak, but I was looking at the driver. He was a very tall man, with buzz cut, dark brown hair, and a bit of a beer gut. The uniforms wondered off as soon as they saw I was cooperative. "...Since your aunt has decided you are too large of a burden Ryan, you are being placed in a home. Your possessions are in the trunk this sedan. This is Dan, and he is your new case officer. I have to drop your case. Dan will be your "guardian" as well. Your parents have already signed over Power of Attorney on you, to Dan. Dan has the responsibility over you until you graduate." Mrs Grange said. Mrs Grange's words didn't even hit my ears, I was already trying to figure a way out of wherever they were taking me. I remembered her monologue way later, when it wouldn't do me any good. I was so deep in my planning, I barely noticed Dan dropping off Mrs. Grange. Dan had not said a word the whole 15 minutes while the hag, Grange was in the car. Now he suddenly had a lot to say, as he pulled away from the downtown offices. "You will have a list of chores to do everyday. They will be done in a timely manner after your homeschooling." He paused only briefly. Just enough time for me to question what he meant by "homeschooling". "As you may choose to run off during public school hours, and as you owe the state a diploma in order to get your record expunged for you can become a free man, I will also be your teacher. You will never allowed off of my property until you have a diploma." He said blandly. I shook my head violently. "I'll be grounded for the entire school year???" I thought to myself. "Ha! Never gonna happen old man!" I thought next. He was a bit older then my dad, so not that old, maybe 45. I noticed the car speed up, as we were now on a county highway. He continued in a cold manner of speaking. It was the same tone of voice, that judges use as the give death penalty sentences. "All of your cleaning chores must be done before dinner is to be prepared. You will be preparing all meals as well. You will have a part time job that you can do from inside my house. It has already been found for you, and you will start that job after you understand the house rules better, and have acclimated to your new life." Dan said. I had questions. I opened my mouth to ask, but was interrupted by a quick right turn onto a gravel road. I regained my balance in the seat and asked. "How can I do a job from inside your house, unless you mean E-work, or licking envelopes?" I asked mockingly.. He reaction was forceful. "You will do what ever it is I tell you to do. I OWN you." He slammed on the gas pedal making the tires loose traction briefly. The car began to fish-tail on the loose gravel. I laughed to myself under the roar of the car motor. I wasn't scared of this power mongering state employee. "I am an adult, you don't own me." I said in defiance. "You have no idea what 'Power of Attorney' is, do you?" He smiled a genuine smile. The car came to a stop before I could answer. I looked around. This house was in the middle of no where surrounded by thick trees, and shrubs. A tall brick wall surrounded the entire property, with the exception of the driveway. Steven watched as a motorized gate closed behind the car. He got out of the car, opened my door in the back, and pulled me out by my arm, dragging me. He was far stronger then I had suspected. The man was at least 6'2" to my 5' 8". I felt a prick in the back of my neck. I managed to complain with a "Hey!". I woke cold. I reached for my blanket and realized there wasn't one. I wasn't laying on a mattress either. I was on cold wet concrete, and for some reason I was naked. I tried to get up to get my bearings, and heard metal dragging and a tug at my neck. In short order I realized I had been chained to something by a steel collar around my neck and chained to something else by a shackle around my right ankle. "Had I been thrown into some prison after I arrived at that man's house?" I was disoriented, cold, and now somewhat scared. I heard heavy footsteps coming down wooden stairs. A light came on. It took a couple seconds for my eyes to adjust. I was in a basement. I was still at that mans...Dan's house. The footsteps grew closer, boots on concrete now. Fear crept into my very soul. This man wasn't fucking around. He wasn't a guy that liked to punch a kid on occasion like my dad. This guy was serious. "Excellent! You are awake. From this point forward you will not speak unless I ask you a question. When I do, I will expect only two answers out of your worthless mouth. 'Yes Master', and 'No Master'. Is that clear pig-boy?" He stood in between the hanging light bulb and over me, I could only see his silhouette. The question made no sense to me at all. "I'm sorry, WHAT?" I squinted to see his face. I saw a boot coming at me. The leather and stitching scraped as the weight of the heel connected with my jaw. It wasn't as hard as he could have kicked, that I was sure. "Is that CLEAR pig-boy?!" I laid on my side and tried to sit back up. I nodded, and then remembered what he had said. "Yes Master." I kept my head down anticipating anything. He disconnected the chain from the collar, and took off the shackle. "Follow me pig-boy." He said, as he attached a thin chain leash to the collar on my neck. I shivered as I climbed the stairs behind him. The shivering could be from the cold, but I began to wonder if I was just that rattled by this new situation...whatever that would be, exactly. The basement stairs come up to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door, the warmth of the room flowed out on to the staircase. It was little comfort. He pulled the chain from the kitchen, through a dining room, and on to a living room. Each room was the size of my aunts entire apartment. I looked around at the immaculate house. Hard wood floors, polished and stained tables and chairs of oak. The living room featured a wrap around couch, two black leather recliners, and a massive entertainment center. The living room was where he stopped. He instructed me to kneel on the floor in front of him. I reluctantly did so. He sat in a recliner, and reached over to an end table next to it. He picked up a note book, opened it and glanced at the top. After he sat it back down he finally began to speak. At this point all I wanted was to know what was happening to me. "If you don't like the basement, I have good news for you. As long as you do exactly everything I say, and sign a couple papers for me, I will not keep you in the basement anymore." He waved me over to the end table. I knee-walked the three feet and saw some papers. He handed me a pen. I looked over the first paper for a place to sign it. Dan pointed to the bottom. It didn't look all that official so I figured I was safe. I signed it quickly, and he put his initials next to it. The second paper had the state seal on it, so I assumed that it was about my deal with the judge. It also had a notary stamp next to the signature line. I signed that one as well. He flipped to a couple pages deeper in the document and had me sign on another line. He took the pen from my hand and smiled. He waved me back so I went to the spot I had been prior. "The second paper you signed was the surrendering of your rights as a free man. It was to inform the judge that you had no wish to finish school and took your one year sentence to be served under house arrest in this house. You then signed power of attorney over to me for life. In effect you made it legal for me to keep you here as long as I want to." He continued that smile as he spoke. I felt my heart sink into my stomach. "The first paper you signed was the surrendering of your property, now and in the future, your body and person. You signed yourself over into slavery. You are forthwith to call me Master from now on, as you are my property." Still that smile. I wanted to be sick. He could see the look on my face, it held confusion mixed with revulsion. "I'll clear this up for you as I can see you have questions. You are now here to please me in all forms. I own your mouth, your ass, your whole body. I intend on using all of it. I had initially thought to just teach you what needed to be taught so you could pass and graduate until I saw that sweet, round, plump ass of yours. While you slept I had these papers drawn up, and talked to a few Masters I knew. The state was way too easy to give me the paperwork for your surrender. The Master that lives a mile down the road helped me with the slave contract." He stood up and unbuttoned his pants. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer. "I'm not gay! This is bullshit, I'm not doing this, I'm going to the cops!" I stood and turned towards the front door. The leash dragging behind me. I turned the knob and pulled. It was locked. I looked to unlock it, and noticed that it was key locked on the inside. Someone knocked on the door. "Help me! Call the police! I'm being held against my will!" I yelled to whomever knocked. Dan laughed and grabbed the leash from the floor. He pulled it hard, choking me by the collar and sending me falling onto my back. He put a foot on my chest as he unlocked the door, and let a cop in. The fat officer walked in looking down at me and smiling. "Hey John. What do you think?" Dan asked the cop. "Glad I could help you with the paperwork. I understand why it was so important now. He's a catch!" I had held it all back, all of the emotion. Now I couldn't hold it back any more. I began to sob. The cops were helping him in this. I had no way out! Dan kicked me so I rolled over onto my stomach. "That ass is why I decided on this one. He's going to be a real treat!. After I get him a bit more trained up, I'll invite you and yours over." Dan said proudly. I was listening to them talk about me like I wasn't there. My body convulsed as I couldn't stop crying. "I'll be looking forward to that. Training is a long process, unless you break their will right away. You may want to try the quick route with this one. I'll be waiting for your call if you need anything." John the cop said. "I'm sure I have this well in hand. It's not my first time." Dan unlocked the door and shook the cops hand. After he left, Dan relocked the door. "Slave, there is no escape. You must come to terms with that. Now you have two choices. Either you willingly serve me, or I do what my friend said and break your will." Dan pulled me up to my knees again. I don't know why my anger got the better of me. Even though I could barely see through the tears, I stood up again and took a swing at him. I saw him rear back with his right arm, and then saw a bright flash inside my head. I awoke hanging by my arms in the basement. My feet could barely touch the cold wet floor. In between my ankles was a bar, connected by shackles. It spread my legs three feet at the ankles. It was very cold. The ball in my mouth prevented my teeth from chattering. My eyes felt swollen. I imagined that he must have blackened both of them with his punch. "You are awake. Good! It's time to begin." Dan said. I couldn't see him, his voice was coming from behind me. I felt a slippery finger go into my ass, and then a second one. "I'm going to put something inside of your boi cunt, if it falls out of you at anytime, your punishments will start all over. Holding it inside of you is the only thing you must do." He said quietly right next to my left ear. He slid something into my ass, slowly. It felt large. It hurt instantly. I fought the intrusion but he pushed harder. I felt a base of some sort touch my ass cheeks. My butt felt very full. "Good pig. Now lets begin." He said. I heard the whistle of whatever he hit me with cut through the air. The contact on my back hurt instantly. It felt as if my flesh had been cut wide open. I imagined it as a rod of some sort. Perhaps a cane. Before I could finish the scream behind the gag in my mouth the second strike hit. I writhed from the bonds swinging my body slightly. I felt the object in my ass slip. I clenched as hard as I could trying to keep what ever it was inside of me. The third lash hit. This one at the top of my ass. The pain was overwhelming. My flesh was on fire. I felt the object shoot out of me. Dread filled my heart. "Aw the boy lost his toy. Guess we have to start over. We had only begun. 25 lashes by cane starts all over. Now I hope you hold your toy inside of you." Dan said with menace in his voice. He slid a new one in, this one larger. I couldn't see the old one, so I had no idea how big this one was. My eyes got wide and I moaned in uncomfortable pain from the intruder. "You think that is big???" Dan laughed. The cane hit mid back. I squeezed the object in me as hard as I could. It didn't move. The next strike was on my legs. I focused hard, counting the lashes and holding onto my "toy". Third, fourth, fifth, through the pain and tears I was stoic. The sixth was right where my ass met my legs, and I let go. The toy fell out of me. I wish I could say I got it right on the third round, or the fourth round. It took eight rounds. I had taken almost 100 lashes from the cane. By the time I had finished my task, the toy felt impossibly huge, and my back, ass and legs must have had all the flesh stripped away. When he let me down, I simply collapsed. I saw the dildos on the ground that had been in me. They were not very big at all, the biggest might have been 5 inches. "You ready to submit?" He asked me. My body and mind were completely defeated. He removed my gag so I could talk. "Yes Master." I said. He picked me up and carried me over his shoulder all the way to the second floor of the house. He laid me down on a soft bed. I open my eyes and saw that my head was at the foot of the bed. He stood over me naked. His hard cock was right over my face. It was circumcised and had to be eight inches long, and quite thick. It made my penis look small. "Do you accept that you are my property?" He asked quietly. "Yes Master." I said, resigned. With no warning what-so-ever. My mouth was filled with his invasive cock! My eyes bulged with shock, but began to widen further as he forced his way down my throat. He pushed, a half inch at a time until the hair on his heavy walnut bag touched my nose. Never having done anything of the sort, my 130 pound body shook as my air quickly ran out. I wanted to smack him away, or push him off, but the weight of his hips holding my head in place, and his hands around my wrists kept me from fighting with anything but my legs. They kicked worthlessly at the air. Slowly he pulled the monster out of my neck, leaving just the head in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, then began to pant. "Inhale pig. This is going to take awhile." My Master said. With that, he shoved all of himself back into my throat. He started raping my throat slowly, with long drawn out strokes. By the time he allowed me to have a breath, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. "Do not let my cock leave your pig mouth!" I wanted to gulp at the air when he allowed a break, but I had to use my nose alone. He seemed to sense when my heart rate and fear had abated slightly as he began again, this time with purpose. He slammed his meat into my neck, pounding his sack against my nose and eyes. I could feel the details of his shaft as the veins scraped at the sides of my throat. More time had passed then the previous rounds, and I felt I would lose consciousness soon. "It's been 18 hours since you ate last, get ready for your first of many hot meals." Master said. I felt his leg muscles tighten around the sides of my head, his cock seemed to grow just a bit more and swell with every pulse of thick cum he injected into me. I tasted nothing until he pulled out some, so just the head of it was in my mouth. The last few drops touched my tongue. It was not as unpleasant as I thought it would be. I sucked what was left instinctively, unaware of how greedily I was doing it, until he spoke. "You were a hungry pig eh?" He stepped away from me so I could see more of him. As my head was tilted back over the edge of the bed, he appeared upside down to me, I didn't dare move. "Right here is where all the grade "A" slave chow is made." He grabbed his low hanging balls, and laughed to himself. "Now that I've given you the hospitality of orientation, and took you out to dinner, I believe it time we get some needed tasks done." He again chuckled at his own joke. I was not amused. My throat was as raw as my back and legs were. The thought of his cum in me was making me nauseous. I wouldn't have issues keeping my mouth shut, I was fairly certain I couldn't talk at all. He attached a leash to my collar and instructed me to follow him. I could see out of the window on the stairway down, and I longed to run from this place. I looked down at my feet as I walked down, and only then noticed the pre-cum that was about to drip from my cock. "Had I gotten a hard on while I was raped???" I thought as we reached the first floor. We walked through the living room and then went through the series of rooms that lead to the basement. I began to ooze fear. It was quickly dashed as he had something a bit more embarrassing in mind. He opened the back door of the house and led me outside. I frantically looked around in the late afternoon sunlight for anyone that could see us. It was only then I remembered the high brick wall, and thick shrubs and trees that surrounded this property. It was easily 5 acres. He walked me through the soft cool grass of the back yard area, to a fire pit and a large pile of things inside of it...which as I got closer resembled a lot of my clothing. "As you are my property, and have no want to leave your new wonderful station and life, I figured it would be therapeutic for you to burn all of Ryan Casper's belongings. He doesn't exist anymore." He handed me a box of matches. I could smell that the clothes had been soaked in gasoline. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 02 Cooking for Master wasn't hard. The freezer was full of TV dinners. I thought about how I would prevent a slave from poisoning me, and yeah, I understood the TV dinners. I did as I was told and presented the fried chicken dinner to him after it had cooked in the oven for 45 minutes. I was instructed to sit at his feet. The foot smelled wonderful. All I had been given to eat in the last 24 hours was a thick load of Master's cum, after he fucked my throat for 8 minutes. I listened to him eat as he sat in the living room watching a popular comedy show with high nerds as the main characters. I loved the show, but could not bring myself to laugh or even smile, as even the wittiest jokes were executed. Master laughed, and that sound was making me agitated. "I am dead. All of my things are gone, my parents are all the way across the country, and nobody will come looking for me for at least a couple years." I thought. I sniffed. My stomach rumbled. I was very thirsty, and quite hungry. I had to ask. "Uh, Master Sir?" "What is it pig?" "May I have some water? Perhaps some food?" I asked with a shaking voice. "The pig will be watered very soon, and fed as well." He said, annoyed. I waited. I served him beer after beer late into the night. After his shows were over I was told to get under his computer desk and suck his cock as he chatted to friends on a website. Some were on voice. He had their voices on the speaker, so I could hear them. "Nice slave Danger Dom! Wow, he took it all on the first try! Mine always gag." Said a male voice. "I didn't give him the chance to gag, Twink Stabber," Master said then typed quickly to someone. His cock wasn't getting very hard, which is what I think he wanted. Every time I'd get him hard he'd pull away for a minute. "Hey Danger you send this video to everyone?" Said a different voice. "Oh yeah, including it's parents. Notice the six inch hard-on the pig has while I was fucking it's mouth? His parents will love that. They are very conservative. He's mine for life. Got the paperwork to keep him legally too!". Master said. It was the final blow. It was at that very moment I gave up. A few minutes later when Master tapped my head and asked if I was thirsty, I nodded with a mouthful of cock. "Good, drink quickly, if any spills, it's a long beating and the basement for you." He said with a chuckle. I heard many voices laughing over the speakers. I saw him move a webcam to face me as I felt the first taste of my water. He was a little merciful, he stopped the flow from time to time, but I drank his entire bladder. Now I knew why he didn't want a hard on. It would be difficult to piss with one. Eight beers for him, and three bladders for me, later I needed to piss badly. I made it known. He handed me an empty beer bottle. "Fill it and drink it pig." His piss was clear and somewhat sweet tasting.. I figured it had to be all of the beer. Mine was yellow, thick and acrid. I guessed I was dehydrated. Or had been till about now. "Live show in 30 minutes Gents, and Dommes. I'm going to take the pig's virginity!" Master got a chorus of approving cheers. "Danger, why do you call your boy a pig?" A Master asked. "It's a pig until it learns it's place. When it is trained it will eat real food, and drink tap water. Till it learns it's place it will eat cum, and drink piss. Like a pig, right now, it will eat anything." Master said with a smile in his voice. He chatted with a few others for about 15 minutes. "Come pig, it's time for you to be a star. Your friends and parents are going to love this video postcard." I followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. My stomach was very full and I had to pee again. I knew I would be beaten if I pissed all over his bed, so I dared to speak for a third time that evening. "Master, the pig needs to piss." I said, head down, knelt at the foot of his bed. "You will sit to piss on the toilet, lift up the seat, you sit on the bowl." He ordered. I quickly crawled to the master bathroom. As I sat on the cold bowl, feeling pleasure upon releasing my stressed bladder I heard Master talking to people still. When I crawled out of the bathroom I saw the laptop. He had web-cams all over the room. I wondered if they had been there earlier when he had taken my throat. I assumed they were. I had to send some sort of signal to my family to let them know I was in peril when this next thing happened. I focused on it, I knew some sign language, as did my sister. If she saw what was to happen, she'd know I was being held against my will. I was ordered onto the bed on my hands and knees. I faced the foot of the bed and was told to open my mouth. I did as ordered, and was given his cock. He was not quite hard yet, I suckled on it, trying to get him there. The sooner he took my ass, and was deep into the act, the sooner I could signal any of my family with sign language. Soon the moment arrived. He grabbed a tube of lube from his nightstand and then put it back. His cold fingers began to probe my virgin hole. First one finger, then two. The second one actually hurt briefly, but I slowly got used to the intrusion. Now three. I inhaled sharply. This was very uncomfortable. He pushed my head down at the foot of the bed and I felt his hand leave my ass. The head of his monster began the voyage to a place untouched. I cringed in pain as he pushed so hard into me. It seemed to take a year for the head to finally get inside. Once it was there he paused. I caught my breath and relaxed. I tried to focus on what the single hand spelling of the words "help" and "rape" would be. I forgot all about it as Master pushed into me. I felt my whole body being stretched and filled. The pain was intense and consuming. I could focus on nothing else. I could feel him inching deeper into me. I was paralyzed. I wanted to crawl away but couldn't move a single muscle. He retreated the monster just a bit, and then plunged it deeper into my guts. I began to pant, hyperventilate. The pain, oh my god. He retracted an inch or two, enough for my body to go limp from relief, only to push even harder, and deeper. Six cycles of this slow torture finally ended with his walnuts kissing my pistachios. I was no longer hungry, I felt very, very full. He was in my guts, so deep my stomach felt it. "Hope you are ready pig. This is going to change everything." Master said. Inside my mind I scoffed. Outside I could only pant from pain. He pulled almost all the way out and then plunged back in with one motion. I screamed. He repeated it, this time I yelled. In less then three minutes I was moaning. Master was hitting a spot in me that made my cock hard as a rock, and I needed to cum. I began to moan louder. "You may become a slave boy yet!" Master said. He pumped my round ass a bit harder. I forgot sign language. I wanted more. I began to push against his motions, fucking him back. The tears in my eyes now were from pleasure. I had never felt this level of bliss ever before. I heard my own voice moan like a cat in heat. Master's speed picked up, it was throwing me over the edge. I could feel cum oozing from my cock with each thrust into my innards. I felt complete somehow, fulfilled, content with a massive cock deep inside of me. "Fuck me Master, fuck your pig!" I whimpered. That was the last straw for Master, I felt him push, then pause deep inside of me, his load belting out of the end of his cock, filling my passages with his lava hot gift. Jet after jet caressed my inner walls. I must have been tight around his cock as some began to push back and drip from my newly broken flower. He fell out of me, and I collapsed face down. My heart was racing, and everything I ever knew was backwards and wrong. "Get up. Squat over this cup." Master ordered. I crawled off the bed and knelt over a Japanese teacup he had set on the floor. This was going to take great aim. "When the cup is half full, you may eat your dinner. Wave to mom and dad and tell them you can't wait to eat the cum I put in your ass!" He pointed to a camera hanging off of the side of the dresser. "I'm so hungry for my Masters meal he's given to me. I can't wait to eat his gift!" I waved with a smile on my face. Fueled by hunger, I pushed at my worn bowels trying to get my meal out. It came out drip by drip, glob by glob. Finally I looked down and saw almost 2 ounces of thick cloudy liquid in the cup. "Master? May the pig eat?" I actually wanted it. It would be the only food I was going to get. "Yes, but show your mom and dad how much you like it. Show it to them on your tongue before you swallow it!" He said with merriment. "Yes Master!" I said diligently. I grabbed the small teacup now half full with cum, ass juice, and lube. I poured it into my mouth, stalling the thick mass on my tongue and sticking the oral muscle out to show the camera. I then swallowed my meal. It was foul. I realized a bit later, that it the lube was what made it foul. I'd not want lube, as soon as I could handle going without it. Master bent over and began to whisper in my ear, ordering me to say what he was telling me. "Mom, Dad, and Brandi. This is my new life. I have wanted this for years. I am a pig cum slut. I love cock, cum, and piss" I paused. "Please don't try to help me. I don't need help. I am in love with my boyfriend." The last sentence burned across my voice box. He whispered again. "Don't look for me. In fact leave me to be the gay son you never wanted. Forget I was born!" The last part I grumbled, as Master was getting on my nerves. The red lights on the camera's turned off. I was shackled by my ankle to the heavy steel lower half of the bed frame. A heavy chain, and pad locks kept me in place on Master's bedroom floor. I was allowed two blankets. The first I made padding to sleep on, the second I wrapped around myself as I fell asleep. I was dreaming all night. Not of the usual work scenarios from back at the restaurant. Instead I had the stage play of the mind, the reaction of my parents to the video played over and over in my head. I kept waking up. Sweat covered my forehead. The dreams changed replaying what had happened. The immense pleasure. Cumming without touching my penis. "I feel so empty now." I thought. Eventually, the dreams stopped and I slept as best I could with the chain clinking over itself waking me whenever I moved. I woke to Master kneeling over me, his knees on either side of my arms and chest. His hard cock was staring me in the face. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. With that action he knew I was awake. "Open!" He said simply. I did and was instantly rewarded with him taking my throat again. This time the angle was opposite, so his large, upward curved cock was rubbing the back of my throat viciously as he pushed past my gag reflex. The man had no mercy at all this morning. "Time for your breakfast." He said cheerfully. He pushed deep into my throat, sawing in and out, his pubes tickling my nose on each deep downward thrust. I timed my breathing each time he left my already raw throat. Master worked himself down my gullet for a long time this time. If I had not worked out the breathing intervals, I have been dead. I reached up and cupped his ball sack, trying to do anything I could to get him to cum. This wasn't enough. I suddenly realized what he wanted. He wanted me to ask for this. I did the very first thing that came to mind. I grabbed his smooth, hard ass cheeks and pushed his hips forward. He moaned in approval. I used my tongue to caress the underside of his cock, licking and tracing each of the veins within reach, and then massaging his massive urethra. His pace began to quicken, his smooth globes began to produce sweat as I gripped them, becoming a little slippery. The tongue work did the trick. I felt the pulses travel down his urethra and deep into my throat. It wasn't an all you could eat buffet, but his load was large enough that I felt it move into my stomach mere minutes after he fed me. The quiet belch I endured let me taste his load. He unlocked my ankle from the chain, leaving the shackle on. "Now slave it's time to work. Today you will weed the garden, mow the lawn, if there is time, trim the hedges, and then make lunch. After lunch you will shower, scrub the kitchen floor, and polish all of the hard wood. You will then take the training for your paying job." He stood over me stern faced. I felt overwhelmed just at the idea of mowing the lawn. It would take two days to do that alone. The estate was massive. I followed him down the stairs and out of the house. He showed me the equipment I would be using once we reached the shed. Now I wanted to cry. The garden was almost a half acre in size. THAT alone would take a whole day. The mower I was to use was a weak gas powered push mower. Two days easy. The hedge trimmer? A pair of large shears. Three or four day job. "Master, with this equipment there is no way I can get even two of these jobs done in the time allotted!" I spoke without permission. I cringed as soon as I realized my error, waiting to be hit. The backhand didn't come. I peeked up at him from my knees on the concrete shed floor. He was smiling. "Roberto!" He yelled. "You see, this is just the stuff YOU will be using, the landscaping crew will be enjoying the show of you toiling along side of them. They like working my property, not just because I pay well, but the added bonuses I give them. Oh, and they like feeding my property." He smiled "that" smile. "Yes Senor Dan?" Roberto appeared at the doorway, I hadn't noticed anyone in the yard on the way to the shed, and I suddenly felt my nakedness. "This is 'pig', he is to help get the list done by lunch. If you are done by 11am, your crew can feed the pig with your cocks, comprende?" Master asked the 50ish Mexican man. He was short with salt and pepper hair. His beer belly showed a bit at his pants line. "Si, mi amigo's will be happy to hear this Senor Dan. We will have the yard in top shape!" He paused and looked at me. "Let's go, time to work! Go and weed the garden pig!" I looked at Master. "Call him 'Dominus', it's Latin for 'Master', and he owns you till lunch." Master said. "Yes Master. Yes Dominus." I said, and followed the landscaper out to the garden. I was a bit shocked to find out that I wouldn't be doing much yard work. As soon as Master went into the house I was pulled to a place in the shade by my collar where I couldn't be seen from the windows of the house and made to kneel. Roberto let go of my collar and explained. "You see, Senor Dan wants his boys to work hard yeah? But we found that the boys would rather suck cock then do yard work. So we do all the work and you suck all my guys, okay?" Roberto asked. "I'll start weeding Roberto, thanks." I said. I wasn't expecting it, a white flash behind my eyelids as his hand connected with my jaw. I fell to the ground, as I got back to my knees, he was fidgeting with his pants. "It's 'Dominus' to you boy, and you don't have a choice. I run these grounds, and when you are in my yard you are mine!" He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was not as long as Masters but was twice as thick. "Open your mouth, you need to taste some Latino cock so you know what a good cock tastes like." He pushed his half hard cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted his sweat soaked cock. It filled my mouth easily with it's thickness. Roberto pushed hard down and into my throat I struggled with the width of the meat. I kept my breath held as best I could as the 7" lodged in my throat. He pumped it for a solid 10 minutes giving me 5 small breaks to breathe. "Oh little girl, I'm going to cum!" Roberto grabbed my head and forced his cock into my throat one more time, then pulled out just enough so his cock lay on my tongue. He blasted jet after jet of his gloppy seed on top of my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I could, yet some still escaped my lip lock on his fat cock. He helped by picking up the drips from the corners of my mouth and then feeding the cream onto my tongue. "Good little pig, now there are 6 more guys you need to eat from. You stay here and take care of them, understand?" Roberto zipped up his fly and buttoned his shorts. "Si Dominus." I responded. It only took minutes before the next worker walked up to me. He didn't say a word, just pulled his cock out for me to service. The second man's cock was slightly thicker still, but only about 6" long. The late summer heat had these guys sweaty, and even this early in the day. I worked my way through the crew twice. I was full. Roberto rinsed down my meal with a bladder of salty piss. I was thirsty and sucked it down greedily. Much to my dismay, it only made me more thirsty. Thankfully it was lunch time. I was sent to the house by Roberto. I began cooking Masters lunch and snuck a couple handfuls of water while cleaning up the kitchen. I thought about what I had just done in the yard, and was disgusted by my slutty behavior. I didn't fight it, I had just accepted it. My hard on betrayed me yet again. Only eating cum was making me weak. Masters food was ready and I pulled the tray from the oven. I delivered it to him in the living room. While he ate I was ordered to suck him. His cock tasted so clean compared to the workers outside. I enjoyed having his cock back in my mouth. "What the fuck???" I thought. "Why am I enjoying this?" His hand ran over my hair. Then he forcefully pushed his cock into my throat. I was no longer enjoying it. He must have finished eating as both hands were on the back of my head. He pumped my neck relentlessly. Breath was a luxury once again. His thick mushroom head scraped at my throat pulling out the thick saliva. When he did pull out, my mouth was filled with it. It began dripping down my chin and onto the carpeted floor. "Time for your lunch pig." He said with a grunt, as he shoved himself all the way into me. This being the 16th load I had taken since waking, I was glad I didn't have to taste it. Master's load was the last I could take, now I was beyond full. I felt dread when He didn't let me release his cock from my mouth, I knew what was coming next. "Have a drink piggy." He said. The piss was almost flavorless, he must have had a lot of water this morning. As I swallowed as fast as I could, a klaxon was going off in my head. "NO MORE" my body said. I finished his bladder, and let out a quiet belch, now tasting his load. I was told to start cleaning. Polishing the hard wood turned out to be a bit more then the dining room chairs. The entire dining room floor was also hard wood. By the time I finished the task my arms ached and I smelled of oil soap, and spray can polish. The kitchen floor I also did on my hands and knees. My whole body complained when I finally got my shower. I was told NOT to masturbate. "That useless thing between your legs is not to be stimulated by touch. If you cum, it will only be a result of you using the two sexual organs you have. That mouth, and that ass!" I wanted the second option soon. The water was hot, easing my pains a bit. And I was able to drink as much water as I could handle. I pissed before the shower to make room for the additional water I was taking in. My piss looked and smelled unhealthy. I had urgently needed to masturbate, my cock had been hard all morning, and was now a rock with the thought of being fucked. As I stepped out of the shower I wondered how much longer I would be eating and drinking from the tap alone. I drank more water from the bathroom sink. I needed to be hydrated by something other then piss. My kidneys or liver could get overwhelmed. I wasn't sure, I just knew it wasn't healthy. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 02 As soon as I walked out of the Master bedroom, I was leashed. My collar stayed on at all times, so it was easy to just click a leash on my neck. Master lead me down the stairs to the study. It now had two computer desks. I was seated at one. "From this desk you are going to put ads on various pay-dating sites. You are going to webcam with your "dates", and do what ever they tell you to do. These guys have all paid for membership to the site, and every time they get your webcam, you are making me money." Master walked over to a closet in this study, and pulled out a cardboard box. He set it next to my desk. In it were various sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, and a few things I couldn't identify. Master pulled my leash making me stand. He pulled a curtain on the wall opposite the book shelf and revealed a large wooden "X". It had shackles attached to the ends of each limb. He locked me into it. My arms were over my head, and my ankles were locked with my legs spread. "Some of these toys require help to use. You will be watched by men while they tell me to do things to you. This is the training I mentioned this morning. Many of these things hurt a little, some hurt a lot. What I want you to do, is pretend that EVERYTHING I do hurts a lot. If your acting doesn't satisfy the viewers, they will turn off their cam access, and I begin to lose money. If that happens, I will make you hurt, much more then any of these toys do." He stood in front of me with a chrome device in his hands. "This it a harness for ball weights." He said as he clicked it shut around my cold shrunken sack. It had rings on either side. Master attached a hook and then silver spheres to the hooks. I wouldn't need help acting. This was painful, a constant steady ache that did not ease with time. Having Master that close to my cock made it regain it's hard state. I took slow breaths and tried to prepare myself when he added a weight to each side. "That is only a quarter of a pound added. It's a half pound pulling down on that worthless bundle." He looked at the computer screen and then back at me. I must have appeared to be suffering, because he smiled and said. "Your fans think you shouldn't have anymore weight just yet. They want me to fuck you with those attached to they can see them swing!" He unlocked my hands and feet and had me place my head on the desk. He moved cameras around. One I could see, was right on my stretched ball sack. It was being pulled down three inches. I had not even conceived that it could stretch that far. My ass was available to him as I was bent 90 degrees over the desk. When I heard him spit, and then begin to push I became a bit horrified that I had gotten my wish from the night before. "No lube." I braced for what was surely going to sting. Master pushed hard at my hole, begging for entry. I relaxed as best as I could. He was pushing so hard he was walking me into the desk. He pulled me away, so only my head laid on the desk, and spit again. I felt that on my hole. He pushed a finger in, then two. He began again. His head slid in with only a minor hiss of me sucking breath through clenched teeth. I took a few breaths and he pushed deeper. Taking only half the time for me to adjust to his girth, then the night before he began to pump into me. The pleasure I had been craving had returned. It was only when a fluid motion had been reached did I become aware of the swinging ball weights hanging from my sack. It no longer hurt, it enhanced the pleasure I was feeling. "Yes Master, thank you for fucking me, it was all I could think about all day!" He laughed softly and then whispered. "The slave loves his Master huh?" He had called me "slave", not "pig". My want of him, was what he wanted to for me to graduate to slave. "Yes Master! Fuck me Master!" I couldn't help myself. I glanced down. A string of cum was dripping down from my worthless appendage as my balls swung with the weights. Masters speed increased, as did the swinging. I was oblivious. He was taking his time, and I couldn't be happier. I had cum once already. My unwanted penis was already beginning to rise again. So used, so filled with pleasure. This was precisely where I belonged. Owned by a superior man, fucked ruthlessly. What seemed like two minutes was closer to twenty. It was then I heard his breaths shorten and quicken. Master was close. I pushed back against him like the wanton slut I was to him. This pleased him, as he gave my right ass cheek a squeeze. He hit a fever pace, sending my pendulum testis twisting out of control. I didn't care, I had just cum again and would soon be filled with his blessed gift. He growled low and slammed into me, I felt him hose my insides with his cum. He growled again, as the third and fourth spurts topped off my full hole. My legs became weak as he pulled out of me. He caught my hips in his hands, and whispered that the camera was still on. "Just go to your knees if you can't stand." He said sympathetically. One thing I felt as I descended from the sexual bliss I had been in, was my now screaming balls. Master was typing that the show was over, and I'd be back same time tomorrow. He looked down at me next to the desk and saw my wide eyes. "Ah, I see that the toy finally did it's job." He smiled as he took the contraption off. He removed the single shackle that had been on my leg all day as well. I cleaned his cock with my mouth, tasting his cum, and my juices. He turned off the computer and helped me to my feet. He grabbed something, out of my view. He slid it into me, and it lodged itself in with an inaudible "pop." It was a butt plug. For a moment I was confused. He aided me. "My cum belongs inside the slave." He tapped the base of the plug sending a heavenly little shiver up my spine. "You must be hungry. I'll make us a real dinner, come with me." He said kindly. I followed him down to the kitchen. He poured two glasses of apple juice and passed one to me. The rich flavor was almost over powering, it was delicious. "Take it slow. You don't want to get sick." He advised. He sat down at the breakfast nook, and I knelt at his feet. "I'm sure you figured out by now, that this is where you belong, and where you want to be. Because you are now broken to my will, I will treat you as a proper slave. Be warned. Attempting to escape or defying my orders will still land you in the basement after a severe beating or torture." He stood and prepared dinner. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 03 Ryan's adventure continues. I'd like to thank the fans of this story. It has a few more chapters after this one. I know that it had a dark and vicious start. Some have called me on it. But the overall story is how I categorized it, not chapter by chapter. Those that skim the story may not have understood the whole thing. Thanks to the fans. ***** He ate as his recliner, and I ate on the floor next to him. He made a light meal for me as he was worried about the condition of my stomach. After dinner I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. We watched TV until late in the evening. Once again I brought him beers. This time he got up when he needed to urinate. It was a strange feeling, I found myself wanting to drink his water. "You want this?" He said, returning from the bathroom, grabbing his boxer covered cock. He saw the disappointment on my face. I nodded meekly. He smiled. "Go get me another beer, and you can have the next one." He sat and I ran to the kitchen. I grabbed the beer, returned to the living room, and from my knees handed it to him. I only waited 20 minutes and he waved me in between his legs. He pulled down the waistband of his boxers and pulled me to his cock. I laid my lips around the head. The warm sweet water filled my mouth. I had to swallow quickly, so I couldn't savor it until the end. I felt full, but better than that, I felt needed and useful. "Thank you Master." I used the back of my hand to get the excess off of my lips as I knelt back next to his recliner. He finished the show he was watching, turned the volume down on the television, and instructed me to kneel in front of him in the recliner. "Tomorrow I have to run errands in the morning. You will be left here. I will instruct you how to use the rest of the items in the box for your shows. While I am gone you will put on two shows. One at 10am, and another at noon. I should be back by 1pm. I will be checking on you with my phone from time to time to see how you are doing. I have the website streaming to it. It's very easy, just do what the viewers ask you to do, and don't get overwhelmed by all the orders coming in at once." He stopped speaking when I raised my hand. "What is it boy?" He asked. "Which viewer should I listen to?" He nodded at my question. It was a legitimate question. He thought for a moment. "I'll limit the room to 10 viewers, take one request from each of them." He closed his eyes and nodded. "That should work. I'll limit each act to five minutes and then have you masturbate your boy cunt for the last ten minutes on camera, until you push out a load of your garbage spunk for them. Do not touch that little excuse for a penis, you have to cum by pumping your slave hole." He was looking at my face. I kept my eyes on his crotch. "When I get back you will do your house work. Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes Master, the slave understands." I answered. "Good, now go upstairs and shower, use the cream in the red bottle on all of your skin below your nose. When you are done, dry off and wait for me on the bed. Head down and ass up." He ordered. I ran up the stairs quickly. I couldn't wait to be fucked by my owner again. In the shower, I found the red bottle. There was no label on it, so I wasn't sure what it was. I assumed it was a liquid soap. I put a large puddle of it in my hand and began to rub it all over my skin. I used it on my whole body, being careful around the base of the butt plug that kept Masters gift inside me. In short order, my skin began to feel warm, and then burn. I moved under the shower nozzle out of relief from the burning. The water washed over me, stopping the burn, and also removing all of my body hair. My crotch looked like I had never grown a single hair before. My skin felt smooth and alive. Every touch to any part of my body was like I was touching it for the first time. The sensations were exquisite. My hard on agreed. I quickly finished washing, and shampooing my body and head-hair. I was careful not to touch my inept penis as I finished up. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, waiting as instructed. I waited for what seemed like 30 minutes. I heard the TV turn off, and began to get anxious for Master's return to the ass he owned. It was very quiet I couldn't hear Master moving around at all. I had no idea Master was in the room until I felt him pull the plug out of me. He immediately replaced my plug with his monster. As he slid into me, I felt my nerves dance under every inch of my skin. The fullness was back, and I was reaffirmed that this, indeed, was my place in life. His god-cock was pushing deeper, he was taking his time getting himself buried into my guts. I had a need to yell out, that he needed to plow all the way into me, but the collar around my neck reminded me, that I was alive for his pleasure. Not the other way around. It was torturous teasing he was doing. He knew that. He continued to slide only half of himself in and out of my wanton pucker. I was close to breaking my silence and begging, when he finally quenched my hungry slave boy-cunt with his manly member. He slammed into me. I inhaled quickly and deeply as if coming from the bottom of a 12 foot deep pool. As fast as he had bottomed out inside me, he retreated, only to slam into me again. The process repeated over and over , while the pace sped up. I knew from my years of dating girls that there was a difference between making love, and FUCKING. Master was now fucking me. He was pounding into me so hard, I could feel my body sliding forward on the blood red smooth cotton sheets. Soon my head hit the headboard. He had me trapped. Knowing this, the slam fucking became more intense and faster. Cum was now shooting, and drooling from my worthless cock between his thrusts. I could tell from this display of power just how strong of a man he was. I also knew why he was a Master of slaves. Master's pace again began to speed up, his breathing quickened. I was almost disappointed by the knowledge that he would be cumming soon. His heavy sack slapped me over and over again, as now he stayed mostly inside my ravaged hole, His hands gripped my shoulders and began to pull me onto his gut ripping spear. My whole body became a tight framework, as all of my muscles contracted, sympathetic to me wanting to tighten just ONE muscle. I locked down with my boy-cunt muscles and tried to milk the seed out of my Master. That was the final straw for my Master's breeding stick. He began to wash my insides, with volley after volley of his thick seed, deep in my body. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me down off of my stance and now I was laying flat under him. His heavy breathing was now all I could hear as he panted next to my left ear. His cock twitched inside of my hole as he slowly retreated. I admired his grace as his cock fell out of me, and the butt plug was replaced in the now gaping hole, with one swift movement of his arms, hands and torso. I lay on my stomach for quite some time enjoying the replay in my mind of the greatest fuck of my life, when he broke the thick silence in the room. "Take these sheets off the bed and put them in the wash. Then remake the bed, with new ones from the closet." He ordered. My body did not want to move. I began to try to get off the bed with slow and forced crawling. I wasn't fast enough. The swat across my ass made me move quicker. I enjoyed the swat. It made me smile. As I loaded the sheets into the washer in the basement, I could hear Master moving around upstairs. Then I could hear him talking. I knew it had to be on a phone as I couldn't hear responses. I walked back up stairs, passing him sitting in his recliner in the living room. I went up to the second floor and retrieved the new linens. As I made the bed I could still hear him on the phone. He sounded excited. I knelt next to the bedroom door, in the hallway waiting for him to come upstairs. He must have taken a long time because the last thing I remember was nodding off on the hallway carpet. I woke in bed with him grinding against my ass crack. His breath was slow and deep, so he was still sleeping. His hard cock, was wide awake. I knew I wasn't allowed to remove the plug without permission, but I really wanted him inside of me again. I decided I would have wait, or, be a good slave and get his cum another way. I slipped beneath the covers. I had hated when he pushed his cock in my throat before. I also knew that if I did this of my own accord, I would better understand my place. I gripped it with both hands. He didn't move. I put my mouth over the head. I realized just then that this was my first time doing this willingly. Moving at my own speed, made it a more pleasurable experience. I began to enjoy the flavor and the scents of Master. As I held the first three inches of him in my mouth, savoring the spongy head with my tongue. Master remained motionless. From where I was, I couldn't tell if he was awake yet or not. I moved on. Moving my tongue up and down, taking him deeper. I knew that this wasn't enough. I pushed myself down to where he touched the back of my throat. I gagged. I tried again, with the same result. In order to be a good cum slut, I NEEDED to be able to do this on my own. I took a deep breath. I would compare it to jumping out of a plane for the first time. Once it's done, it's much easier. So I stepped out of the door so to speak. I opened my throat and dove on him. With myself in control I was able to make it less painful, almost enjoyable. I took all of him, a new kind of enjoyable fullness. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. I held the spot, he began to move. He began to push in and out of my throat. He didn't put his hands on my head yet. My air was running low so I pulled away till he was only in my mouth, quickly caught my breath, and went back down. Again he gently fucked my throat. I stayed down as long as I could. Feeling the cap of his head moving inside my neck. I pulled away to catch another breath. Still no hand. I dove a third time. Now Master was moving with a bit more purpose. He was more aggressive. I could feel his body begin to tighten. "So you prefer this over eggs and bacon huh?" He said out of breath. "If you like this better for breakfast then I would like that too." Now his hand was there, but only lightly, petting my hair. The first blast fired out of him, I could feel it, but not taste it. The next four hot jets of cum fired in rapid succession, as he pulled out a bit. He left the last two smaller spurts on my tongue. It was bitter, and salty. I liked it. I swallowed the bit he left me to taste as I crawled up to the pillow. "May I still have breakfast?" I asked. He smiled and slapped my face playfully. "Don't speak unless spoken to. Yes, get down there and cook us some!" He said. I left the bed and raced down the stairs to the kitchen. As I bounded down the stairs I noticed my cock was hard. I still wasn't used to the hair being gone. The size of my small penis and the hair now missing, made me look all too young from my perspective. I had the bacon going, and bread in the toaster. I knew how to cook well, and could time everything to be finished at the exact same time. I cracked his eggs. He liked over medium. I served him breakfast and waited. He gave me permission, and I began to cook for myself. As he ate he talked to me. "It's almost nine. You are going to want to keep that hard on. So I suggest that if it starts to fade that you get it going again by playing with your plug. Not removing it, just wiggling it." He took a bite of toast. "Yes Master." "The glass rods are different gauges. They are called 'sounds'. They go into your urethra. This is popular with Masters, as it's a form of penetration. The dildos are self explanatory. I will remove the plug before I leave so you can relieve yourself, and then be able to perform on camera. Before you go on, you will need to have an enema." He took some eggs into his mouth. I looked over and his eyes were locked on my bubble butt. "You remember the weights, those are popular as well. One of the first requests will be to have those on, and you will most likely end up wearing them for the whole show." He munched on a strip of bacon. "The next request will be nipple clamps. They are in the box. You'll know them when you see them. I'll warn you, putting them on will hurt. Taking them off hurts worse. Not many amateur Masters know this." He scooped up the last of his eggs and sat back in the chair at the breakfast table. My breakfast was cooked I sat down on the floor in front of him and ate. "The dildos are color coded. The flesh colored ones are all smaller then me. Those are the only ones you are allowed to use. Even if multiple requests are made to use a larger one, you only use the ones I say. I don't want my property stretched or ripped for five bucks a minute. Clear?" He stood up. He was still naked. I couldn't help but look at his cock from the floor as I ate. "Yes Master." I said. He walked out of the kitchen. I looked at the time. "Shit!" I said out loud. It was 9:30. I only had a few minutes to finish eating and do the enema before I was supposed to go on. I heard him leave as I felt the water fill me. I pulled the tube from my hole and held it as long as I could. I sat on the toilet and released. This was the third one. I looked into the bowl and saw clean water. I was clean. I turned on the computer and flipped on the cameras. I double checked to make sure they were all aimed at the right spot. The day bed was covered by 6 cameras, including one from above. I signed on to the site and made it active. I watched the screen. One name. Now two. Six. Ten. Time to start. "Put the nipple clamps on slave boy!" Master was right, they hurt. I winced after the first one. My hand was trembling attaching the second one. The alligator clips dug into my flesh. I began to do a bit of a dance for the second request. I turned around a lot showing off my ass. "Ball weights! Put em on cunt boy!" Was the third request. I did. Putting on a quarter of a pound. It was enough to make it look very painful, yet it was actually just a dull pain. Next was the dildos. Using them on myself was not nearly as good as having Master in me. I actually found the entire show to be dry and even boring. The "masters" on the other end seemed to love it. The second show was about the same. Master had not been kidding when he called this a "job". It was work, not pleasure. I was dusting the entertainment center as my thoughts drifted to the phone call the previous night. I had never heard him so happy or excited before. I began to speculate as to what would make a man like him that happy. I heard the front door close. He was home. I continued working in the living room, making sure everything was pristine. I could feel Masters eyes on me. "On me slave." He said strongly. I dropped the can of wood polish and the rag and went to his feet. My knees slid on the shiny wood floor, My knees slid into his shoes. I felt ashamed, he laughed. "Last night I found out that I will be hosting a very important event for the Lifestyle community. I thought you'd be perfect for the show, but now I'm sure you aren't." He bent over a bit. He noticed my curious look. "It's like a dog show, but with twinks." Still confusion on my face. "Um, a twink is a slave boy that has small features. Like how short and skinny you are. You'd win for sure except you aren't completely trained. I might enter you in six months." He closed his eyes. I wanted to tell him I wanted to compete for him, I wanted to tell him I was ready. I was not allowed to speak. So I used my eyes. My eyes pleaded to speak. "What is it boy?" Finally, permission to speak. I had to word this carefully. "Master, I can win this competition for you! Please let me enter! I have a round butt, and a small useless piss stick. I'm sure my cock is smaller then the rest of the...uh, twinks." I laid my head on his knee. "No. Not a chance. Maybe when you see what happens to the four winners you'll understand. Now, Roberto and the crew are coming tomorrow to prepare the grounds. You are to stay indoors. I normally let them use the lesser slaves I've owned. You are no longer one of those. You may be a prized boy. That is another reason I'm not letting you into the competition." It was what he didn't say that stuck me. I had become special to him. I was completely obsessed to see this "dog and pony", or slave and twink show. I needed to know what it was all about. "Why would he be afraid to put me in the show? What happens to the winners? Why did he change his mind about me?" I thought. So many questions. "I need you to go to the grocery store with me. I want to use your restaurant experience to make me look like a great host. I saved two outfits from your pile of clothes. They are in the closet. Go put them on." Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 04 Thank you for following Ryan this far. All Characters are over the age of 18. ***** I was fairly certain I had never owned these clothes. The shorts were very tight, and very short. The shirt was more or less a half shirt. I was thankful it was still warm outside. I was both humiliated and turned on by all of the long looks I received in the grocery store. Both men and women stole glances and stares. I had completely forgotten about the steel collar on my neck until the D ring jingled as we loaded the truck with the groceries. It was Thursday evening, I had just two full days before the event was going to be held Sunday afternoon. Master rented tables, chairs, and catering dishes. A truck showed up the Friday morning, I was told to wear clothes while the driver and I unloaded it.I set up all of the tables, chairs, and canopies. I was supposed to remove the clothes after the driver of the truck left. I instead had been staring at something left over. There was still a pile of black planks sitting on the ground. There was a small booklet under one. I opened and read that it was a stage, and how to put it all together. I quickly realized that this was going to take a while. When I finally finished, it was dusk. I was completely exhausted. I went inside. "I hope you have an idea for a quick dinner it was supposed to be in my hands 20 minutes ago!' Master said from the living room when he heard me enter the kitchen. I remembered I still had a lot left to do. Thankfully I had plenty of groceries to figure out something quick. I served his dinner and was glared at. I looked down and realized I still wearing the clothes I had put on to unload the outdoor furniture. "...oh fuck..." Was all I could think. He had eaten quickly. He was clearly angry about the clothing. I wasn't allowed to eat. Not dinner, nor his cum. As I shivered in the heavy gauge kennel in the basement, I realized I was not going to get any sleep. I had to cook for fifty people the next day, I would be exhausted through all of it. I survived Saturday. I prepped all of the food. All I would have to do right before people arrived at 1pm, was to heat everything. This day too, was even more exhausting. All I wanted was to sleep. Master had other designs. He was still a bit pissed off. "If i punish you properly, I don't get to fuck you. So I had to get creative." He opened his hand to show me something in his palm. It was a blue pill. He popped it in his mouth. The conflicting feelings I had as I watched him swallow it, made me feel somewhat insane. Part of me LOVED the idea of being plowed all night. Yet, my body screamed for rest. "Just 4 hours...please just four hours!" My worn mind screamed. I thought I could at least be comfortable laying on my stomach as he used his property. I just could not catch a break. He laid on his back and held his monument like cock in his hand, straight up. "Come sit on this boi. You are going to show your Master how bad you feel about what you did." I was a bit worried as I climbed up on to him. The last cum I had inside me was days ago, and there was nothing to lube me. He removed the butt plug, and as it left, I knew I was going to be in some pain. I was dry. he didn't even ask me to suck him first, so at least there would be my oral juices. I positioned myself on top of him facing away from his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down. The friction was searing. He pulled harder, and even though I had relaxed and opened as best I could, he still was only very slowly making progress. The pain was worse then my first time. My teeth were clenched as I panted through the pain. I wanted to please him, but I was about to break my silence and beg for mercy. "See what happens when you miss a day or two from Master's attention?" He knew he was hurting me. It didn't stop him. I finally felt his head pop in. He now forced in further, scraping my insides like sandpaper. I couldn't help it. Tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes. It was all I could do, I wasn't allowed to complain. Relief came when he retreated slightly and then pushed again. My own lube had started to help things along. Finally after what seemed to be an hour of constant agony, the torture was over and bliss began to wash over me like moonlight. I felt his hands leave my hips and I was left to work his meat over. Now things were going much more smoothly. In this position, however, he was getting deeper into me. It felt as if he was rearranging my organs, and completely missing my prostate. My cock ached for relief, it's pathetic stance wiggled slightly as I bounced on him. My thighs began to ache as I worked him. Even in my state I could feel every vein on him, he seemed larger then ever before. I imagined his cock head coming up through my throat and out of my mouth impaling me with it's unforgiving rigidness. It's almost how it felt. Finally, he took mercy on me, ordering me on all fours. It was an instant relief. He slammed into my "happy slave" button and I released five heavy spurts of cum after only four thrusts from him. It landed on the sheets below my chest. Out of hunger I scooped up as much as I could and ate it. I had never enjoyed the flavor as much as that moment. Master kept pounding me. It had to have been a half hour. My mind wondered a bit, how I had gone from complete pain, to insane pleasure. He adjusted, bending over me and holding my shoulders. With this grip he could get deeper, as he did I felt my arms and legs go weak. I was cumming again. I collapsed onto the wet sheet. It didn't even slow him down. With me flat on the bed, I must have become much tighter. "Oh yeah, that's a good cum whore!" Finally he began to make the sounds I knew that meant he was close. I squeezed my exhausted hole as best I could and got what I had been missing for far too long. He growled as his back bent backwards and I was refilled with his reward. He rested his body on top of me. He kissed my neck, as I felt his limp cock begin to slip out of me. As he caught his breath, he asked a question that was difficult to decide. "My load has two uses for you boi. I know you are hungry. Do you want the cup or the plug?" He said sleepily. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled. I chose to ignore it. I loved being fucked, but not with his 8 inches without lube. "Master, please allow me the plug." I asked. I could feel a little cum dripping out of his cock, onto my thigh. I made note of it. "Huh, surprising. That must have really hurt without lube. Yeah?" He asked as he rolled off of me to grab my plug. "Yes Master, it was very...ugh" He pushed it in me. "...difficult and painful Sir." I would not lie to him. "Well you will eat good tomorrow. I hope you enjoy the show." He was drifting. He turned me away from him and spooned me. "It's going to be a...twinks...leather." He was breathing deeply. I was amazed how fast he fell asleep. I was laying in the wet spot which reminded me of the small glob of his sauce on my leg. I scraped it off with onto my index finger and sucked it off. I adjusted the blankets and fell asleep. The coleslaw was done, and chilling. The little sausages and the sauce was in one slow cooker, and I was chopping vegetables while the meat cooked for fajitas. Master was outside cooking bratwurst and hamburgers on the grill. I would have been surprised that he was helping me, but for the way he woke up in the morning holding me tightly. He pulled my plug and quickly replaced it. He slid easily into me, and I whimpered out of bliss. He didn't last as long as the night before, but he didn't need too. As we lay still spooned, he topped off my slave cunt with his fresh cum. He slid the plug into me as he escaped from my vise like grip on him. It wasn't just his smile, or the way he had held me. It was what he said that made me understand things were changing. I thought about him in his bedroom as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was on an emotional high. I was happy to be used, and was feeling proud of my collar. "You are the best slave I have ever met, let alone owned." He had said. "You didn't cry out, you didn't beg for mercy, you took it dry. It hurt me pretty bad too." He smiled genuinely. It was strange to see. I looked out the kitchen window. He was busy turning brats. The pot on the stove was boiling pasta for the Swedish meatballs, which were in the second slow cooker. I was wondering what the slaves were going to be eating. I had not been given any instruction to make a separate meal for them. Master came in as I was draining and shocking the pasta. I had a meatball in my mouth and was, just now trying to hide my chewing. "How are you going to keep these brats hot while we wait for guests to arrive?" I swallowed before I turned and faced him. "That pot on the stove has beer, onions, and butter in it, put them in that. It's my mothers way of making sure the brats are cooked and the beer enhances the flavor of the bratwurst Sir." A tiny bit of food flew out of my mouth as I spoke. He saw it. I must have made a face. "I would hope you were testing this food before you serve it. I heard that is what all good chefs do! Anything else I can do to help?" He said. I nearly fainted. "Um...Master could you take the buns and plates out to the table?" I asked sheepishly. "Sure thing. This is going to be a great day! I can't wait to show you off!" He grabbed a bag of heavy paper plates, a couple bags of buns and disappeared out of the kitchen. I was in disbelief. The guests began to arrive and Master helped me get everything out to the tables. The Sterno was placed under the chaffing dishes. I was instructed to shower, and then meet him at his lawn chair in the yard. He told me as I had not eaten in a while, I didn't need an enema, and I would be needing his lube in me later. I dried off, straightened my collar so the hinges were on my shoulders and the D ring was laying correctly. I checked that my plug was barely visible. My bubble butt hid it well. The base could only be seen when I bent slightly. I was presentable to Masters friends I believed. I was cold. My slave stick showed it. I knew it was still hot outside, I hoped it stayed small to be the best looking twink I got outside and saw Master sitting front and center in front of the middle of the stage. Men in boots and leather vests were devouring the food I made. Next to most of the chairs with Masters in them, were naked slaves Bois aged 18 all the way to one that could have been in early forties. All skinny, short, and thin. I looked at their collars, many had leather ones, some had heavy banded steel ones. Only two others wore the rolled steel "Gorean" style like I had. I knelt next to my Masters chair. His tone had changed drastically. I supposed it was to show his power over me. "Get me Swedish meatballs with some of that pasta, and a bratwurst with onions and mustard boy." He ordered. I wanted to be the best slave in the yard. I lowered my head to him, and said, "Yes Master". As I crossed the yard to get my Owners food, I began to notice that almost every conversation going on in the groups of men at the tables, was roughly the same. Where they found their prized boi, how the training went and how good they were. So I was a bit disappointed when I returned with the food to hear my Master talking about farm properties. It seemed that he and the Master next to him planned to go in jointly on a farm in the future. I also got the distinct impression that Gregg, the boi next to my Master's friend, and I would not be the only two slaves there. Master gave me permission to eat and so I went to get a plate for myself. When I returned the subject had changed to the schedule for tonight. I still had no idea what the hell was going to happen. Before I finished my plate I was told to throw it out and help Gregg clear the stage. After we finished we joined Gregg's Master, and one other at a long table facing the stage. Each Master had a stack of thick, index sized cards with bold print numbers on them. I finally understood why I wasn't in the competition. My Owner was a judge. Another thing that was nagging me, was if I would ever get the chance to talk to any of the other slaves. I wanted to know what their experiences were like. Did I have it good or bad? I was kneeling on the ground, watching a bug crawling up a blade of grass. These thoughts and questions paraded circles in my mind until a booming voice made me jump. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! If I can have your attention. We need to get started as we only have a few hours of light left, and as our host, Dan, is too cheap to rent outdoor lights we will have to be efficient." The tall man on the stage said. This got a barrage of laughs. "I see a few new members of our group here today, so I will explain all of the events, and the order they will be held. We have 16 fine specimens in this years competition. There will be 4 prize winners. Best Masochist, Best Cock Slut, Best Bitch, and of course, Best in Show." The man looked around, and noticed the new members had old members whispering to them, answering questions. "Alright I will explain what the judges are looking for. The best masochist is the boi that lasts the longest to escalating amounts of your normal, typical household torture, without expressing any sign they are suffering. Even a wince stops the bois time. The judges have very little to do with this category." He took a breath. "Best Cock Slut goes to the boy that can take the most, length and width. While doing so, show a want for more. The judges are looking at body language, verbal utterances, and of course, over all inserted volume of the artificial cocks. Just as a reminder, it has happened before that the winner DID NOT take the most volume. Instead showed a true wanton need for cock." The tall man explained. This produced some grumbles from the crowd. "Best Bitch is a highly coveted award. It is the most complicated award as well. This part of the show takes the longest and, let's face it, is the least entertaining." Laughs from the crowd. "The judges are looking at..." He read a list rapid fire. "Fullness of lips, teeth condition, body hair below the nose, smallness of shoulders, slim muscle tone, back ridges, stomach tightness, shape of legs, size of feet, roundness of ass, and lastly size of boi clit." The tall man inhaled deeply noisily for comic effect. It worked, he got a laugh and a short round of applause. "The Master awarded Best in Show owns the twink with the highest score overall. All four of the winning Owners can then choose to auction the slaves immediately after the awards are given. Only the winners will be eligible for auction today. Private sales and trade of your own chattel is allowed at any time." Tall man let this sink in for effect. Behind me, I could hear deals being discussed, and wagers being placed. "The Masters picked numbers from a hat for each event for the order in which their bois will be shown. FIRST however...we will introduce the participants! Let us begin!" The tall man stepped to the back of the middle of the stage as a procession of Masters, and leashed slaves climbed up the stage on the left, paused in the middle to have their names read, and then walked down at the right side. "Master Jacob, and Ron...Master David and Timmy..." It took just a couple minutes to introduce all of the entries. Mentally I picked two boys as the highest probability to take Best in Show. One slave who looked very much like me, named Kevin, and one I thought has the biggest butt, named Josh. Master got up with the other two judges, and walked on to the stage. The first slave up was the one called Josh. The "Best Bitch" award was first. This worked best as the alcohol was just now flowing, and many were still eating. The tall man was right. This was boring. I watched as my Master ran his hands over the twink on stage. He and the other judges ordered the slave into numerous stances, with their hands all over the slave. The whole time this is going on, the three judges are taking notes. This part of the event took almost an hour. Finally Master returned to his chair, and began reading his notes and doing math. The other judges did the same. This took another 15 minutes. After all of this, the tall man called each Masters name, and the Judges held up the score for the twinks. One of the "horses", Josh, I had in the race failed miserably on the Best Bitch with a 5. Yet, my other one, Kevin came away with the second highest score, an 8. The highest was a 9 by a boi named Seth. I was rooting for Kevin quietly. The next event was the Masochist. Whipping, caning, flogging and paddling were not allowed as, everything had to be the same for each entry. Nipple clamps, ball weights, needles, electric, ball clamping, and finally ginger root was used. Josh, the big butt redhead placed second, my Kevin third. Seth came in at 8th. He was out for Best in Show. I had Josh's ass, and Kevin's features. "I'd have already won this!" I thought. The last event was the one, everyone enjoyed. The twink had a microphone in front of them as they were fucked by machines with various sized dildos, in both mouth and ass. It ran alternately, between mouth and ass, then at the same time. After the six inch round, every slave on stage had cried for more. Some could act after the 9 inch skinny round, (or were genuine cock sluts), others reactions were very badly faked. By the 10 inch and thick round, only my horse Kevin was still reacting as if he wanted more. Ron took second. I had wished I had been allowed to place a wager. I wished I could lay next to, and speak to Kevin late into the night. Kevin won Best in Show. A commotion broke out as soon as the award ceremony was finished. The auction started. The Best Masochist "Timmy" sold for $20,255. Seth, the Best Bitch, sold for $23,750 Kevin won Best Cock Slut, and Best in Show. His owner, initially refused to sell him, till he heard some of the numbers being discussed. Kevin was sold for $75,900. Kevin was bought by the John the cop. I had met him on my first day in service to my Owner. He had to do something other then police work, no way he could drop 76k on a whim with a cops salary. My Master pulled aside the "Master" whom had entered the slave with the worst overall score. He looked to be a large stocky teenager himself. Ryan thought he could have been a running back. Dan simply told him that he was not fit to be a Master, and his boi would be put to good use. When the young "Master" asked what was going on, My master simply said. "Anyone that tries to enter a slave that out of shape, and untrained, is not a real Master. You are banned from the group, and your boi will serve me here. Leave my property now." The man in his late twenties nodded and walked toward his slave. "Who mentored that kid? Who let him into the Company?" Dan was taking it personally. "You can't ban him, and you can't take his property Dan. It has to be put to a vote, and a vote is what got him in." John said quietly. They stood on the stage away from everyone. The young man was explaining things to his boi, a tall chubby 18 year old, named Gary, and was about to leave. "Where was I when he got voted in?" Dan asked sharply. "We were looking at properties that day. They took the vote with out us." John sucked his teeth trying to remove meat lodged there. "They can't take a vote with both Vice Presidents missing can they?" Dan was trying to remember the by-laws. "Dan you may be right. Hey Master Gavin?!" John yelled at the tall man. "Oh, and Elliot, don't leave just yet. Come up here." The young Master turned and walked toward the stage along with the 6'-8" Company president, Gavin. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 04 The four men stood in a circle. Elliot looking scared, and Gavin looking concerned. "Was Elliot voted into the Company without John or I there?" Dan asked Gavin. "Well yes. I was at the meeting as was Lloyd. He's treasurer." Gavin saw no problem. "Uh, Prez, one of the Vice presidents has to be present. Also...who mentored him?" John asked. "It was a Dom/Domme couple in Bullhead. They are Company people." Gavin knew he'd made a mistake now. It showed. "We need a re-vote, now is as good a time as any. " Dan started, then yelled. "I need all of the council up on the stage please!!" Things were explained and a re-vote was taken. Elliot was taken out of the company, but allowed to mentor with a Gay Master to sharpen his skills. The boi was going to be assigned to Dan, as all of the other officers had full dungeons of 3. Dan had just the new one, Ryan. They were about to leave when Dan stopped them. "We have one more vote to take, and now is better then later." Dan said. John looked at him confused. "What's up now?" Gavin asked. "I put forth a motion to remove Gavin as President of the Company, and further nominate John to take his place!" Dan said deeply. Gavin looked down. It had been a huge mistake. Elliot hadn't had a proper background check. The vote was taken and John found himself having a perfect day. "Let's get this party started!" John said. Master informed me that I would be on drink duty for the poker games. There were four tables in the dining room. At each table were six Masters. Many of the slaves were in the basement. The winning slaves and an alternate were under the tables. Everyone was naked. I had been named Alpha of the party, and was given a staff of three. Two I had in the kitchen, mixing drinks and getting finger foods together, while another and myself served. "Now, the winners of the awards will be sucking Masters from under the table. So you are not to engage with the Masters in anyway while the gaming is going on, other then to get their drink orders." The Masters will be kept hard for the duration of the gambling...it makes the game more...difficult. Anyway, the fun starts after the poker tournament, and THAT you will have to participate in. You will be rewarded for all your hard work the last two days." Master told me. The sun set and the dealing began, as did the drinking. The way the Masters talked about us as slaves, I realized how good I had it. Well, recently anyway. The smoky haze in the dining room was getting thick, and the betting was getting serious. I was not allowed to say anything but what drink orders were to the other slaves, so I never got to speak to any of them. I really wanted to know what was going to happen after the poker. As the stakes got even higher I noticed a change in the attitudes of the slaves I was working with. They began to get nervous. They started using eye and hand signals to each other. They didn't seem to want to inform me as to what was going on at all. I hated being the new guy. It didn't take long until I figured out what the panic was about. Master handed me a key and a leash. "Get the one called Brian, bring him to the second table." Master said. "Yes Master." I went to the basement and opened a cage that had not been there the previous day. It was huge! It looked like an 18th century iron slat jail cell. Inside were over 20 slaves that suddenly all stopped talking at once. "Don't stop talking because of me. I'm here for Brian. They want you upstairs. What does that mean by the way, the guys in the kitchen are using some sort of sign language I have never..." "I'm Brian, and I am going to be put on the table as a wager. My Master must be losing bad. The frantic slave sign you were seeing is because the Owners are all getting drunk, which means all of us have a long 24 to 36 hours ahead of us. You "Chef", and the other kitchen staff, will be the appetizer." I guess I got a new nickname. "I'm Ryan." I felt intimidated, even though it was my Masters home. Brian stepped out of the cage after I swung open the door. "Welcome to the club Ryan. You are a lucky one. Some of us would be delighted to be owned by your Master. You have all of his attention, most of us split time with two other slaves." Brian said. I looked him over. He was a handsome man, mid twenties. He was a bit more muscular then most of us. I'd guess 5'-6" and around 160 pounds. "I'm not alone anymore. That slave that lost in every category? Gary, yeah, My Master took him as property." I said painfully, I had just realized I would have to share time with that twat. "That's worse. A problem slave will absorb all of his time. Yet, you are still in better shape then I am. I love my Owner, and in less then ten minutes I may be owned by a Master that would prefer to beat me other then let me suck on him." Brian stood still as I connected the leash. I closed the cage door, and put the padlock back on. "I'm sorry..." I started. "I feel weird leading you, would you walk beside me?" I asked. " I mean, at least till we get to the kitchen?" Brian looked over at me and nodded. "Enjoy tonight Ryan. It may the last time you get fucked, or get to cum for a while." He said. We paused at the first landing. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it. He took a step then stopped and looked at me. "Any chance your Master is at the same table as mine?" Brian asked. A small glimmer of hope rested in his eyes. I shook my head and lowered it. The hope disappeared. I took him to the second table and handed the leash to the man who raised his hand, his Owner. The Master produced a key from his pocket , unlocked Brian's collar and placed it in the pot. Brian was then instructed to kneel next to him. There were no drink orders. As soon as the collar was placed on the table, all of the play on the other tables stopped. All of the Masters watched the hand as it unfolded. I couldn't see what the cards were, but the flop had been out before the collar hit the table. I could see that the remaining two players at the table had their cards face up, The dealer killed a card and flipped the turn. Both of the Masters had no reaction. When the river card came out, the winning Master stood took his chips and Brian's collar over to his pile. Brian's old Master shook his head with a smile. "I never thought you'd go all in on a couple of 8's! That river saved you!" Said Brian's old Master. His new one didn't rub in the win at all. He kept a modest posture. "Brian come take your place at my cock." He simply said as he stacked his winnings. Brian crawled to the opposite side of the table going underneath, instead of around. He moved his head to take his new Masters cock in his mouth. I was about to look to see the Masters reaction but someone slapped my ass. "Screwdriver, no pulp this time!" The man said. "Yes Sir, right away!" When I returned I could see Brian's new Master was already close to coming/ I served the drink, and took another order. I heard the Master groan, and then Brian coughed. "Must have been a huge load." I thought as I went back into the kitchen. It was nearly five hours later. Two more slaves had changed hands in the betting. My Master looked to have the same amount of chips he had when they started as they did the payouts. Six Masters and their boys had left. They said that the Master or the slave had to work early Monday morning. I wondered if my Master would let me have an outside job someday. My thoughts were broken when Master grabbed my shoulder as I was doing the dishes in the kitchen. "After you tramps get the kitchen cleaned, I need you to break down the poker tables so I can get the DP racks up." Master said, and left. The other three slaves in the kitchen all smiled as soon as he was gone. They looked excited. I had wished I had known what a DP rack was. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 05 Thank you for following Ryan, and thank you to the fans of Ryan. This chapter had two real instances in it. One was a pleasure to write about, the larger one was difficult to write about. Much was added for drama purposes. ***** I quickly figured out what I was in for. I lay on my stomach, my head forced back by a padded bar across my forehead. My arms were strapped straight down to the legs of the odd, but comfortable device I was in. My legs were slightly separated, with my ankles also locked. I was bent at the waist 90 degrees. My mouth and ass were at the perfect level for the average height man to line up his cock. My balls and slave stick hung free. "Enjoy this slave, I don't like to share often." My Master whispered in my ear. In my field of vision I could see a rigid piece of meat, pubic hair and a hairless beer gut. Then I saw nothing, as my mouth, then throat was filled with a 7" thin cock. I couldn't pull away as it assaulted my face and neck. My breathing was purely at the mercy of the Master that used me. I was dwelling for this cock, that enjoyed my shortage of air. Then I felt my plug pulled out. I acutely wondered which man it was that took out my constant companion. I then realized it didn't matter. For the last few weeks I had been going through a transition. First from a rebellious teen, to an orphan. From a free person to a prisoner. From a victim to a willing slave. I was a heterosexual nerd that almost never got laid, now I was a gay twink, wanton whore for cock. Whomever slid into my well lubed ass, was thick. He wasn't getting deep, but I was feeling my hole stretched. As he began to work in and out of me, I felt something put around my clit head. It had to been a hose of some kind, because after it was attached I could feel light suction. The man in my throat gave me a breath, and then continued his barrage. He smelled clean, too clean. He must have just come from the restroom. I was smelling, perhaps tasting, soap on him. It had only been about five minutes, and his third voyage to my chest via my mouth, when he held my head in place. My chin was resting on his ample testicles, my nose in his thick pubic mound. He swelled and fed me shot after glorious shot, directly into my still hungry stomach. He pinched off what was left in him onto my forehead and moved away. The man in my ass was still going, his short strokes just teasing my prostate. I only focused completely on what was going on for a moment. Mere seconds passed before I was to take another tenant in my moist, hungry, cock motel. This man was trimmed nicely, I imagine so his lack of length and girth were made to look larger. He put his piece into my mouth all the way. I realized I was going to taste his load, and I think I actually smiled. Right as I wrapped my tongue around his meat giving him all I could, I was distracted by the noise behind me. "Ah yeah. Gonna fill your cunt. Ugh, ugh yeah!" The thick meat slammed and stayed as deep as he could go. He must have had a massive load, as I felt something dripping down my leg before he pulled out. There wasn't time for a plug, the next man had to have been waiting right next to him. I cannot tell you how large the man was. I CAN tell you I was thankful for the fresh shot of jism to help lube me. I kept waiting to hear neighing, or to hear horse shoes on the hard wood floor. My eyes went wide. I was in true pain. It was actually worse then the dry run I had suffered a day before. My tenant slapped my head as I had stopped sucking. I couldn't. I was paralyzed with pain. My mouth hung open, and I fought hard not to scream. My legs felt numb. I could only feel this massively wide beast ravaging me. He slid all the way in. I let out a whine. "How much Daniel?" I heard from behind me. "Not for sale your Honor." My Master said. "Pity. I'd pay six figures for this cunt! Aren't you, James and John trying to buy a private farm?" I knew that voice. "Oooooh!" I expelled from my mouth. I finally felt the total size of him. He was all the way in me, and it fucking hurt. He held still for a few seconds...mercifully. I knew that voice well. I played back the scene in my mind. The lawyers, the stenographer. It was the Judge. "Yes, but I'm not selling him. I like him, I'm going to keep him for awhile." My Master said. "Well, I can see why you like him" The Judge slowly retreated, only to slam back in. He did that only twice more before I lost my first load. It was draining. It felt like my very life force had been pulled from me. I was brought back to life by the Judge. The pain and pleasure shocked me alive as he slammed me six or seven times and he lost his giant payload. When the Judge left me, I could tell my hole was gaping. An irritated tap on the head reminded me to suck on the cock in my mouth. I focused on the man in my face. I doubled my efforts, wanting to taste him. "That's better, do it just like that!" I appreciated his size. It was a refreshing change from the throat fuckings I had just recently gotten used to. His precum began to flavor my mouth. They were still talking behind me. "Dan. Are you seriously going to turn down $120,000?" The Judge said. The man in my mouth was close, and I felt someone new in my boi cunt. He was perfect after the colossal dick that had just left. It was comfortable and pleasurable. "Look Ray, he has a slave heart, and you know how rare that is. It took me two years for the right moment to get him. I had to pay his aunt to call him in. You did me right, and yes...I owe you a favor." The new man in my ass was pounding me fast. He was perfect size, I was about to cum again. "Ray, I'm not selling." I heard my Master say. I finally got the dick in my mouth to be happy, I felt hot, tight lobs of his thick cum drape my tongue. He tasted wonderful. I swallowed every drop and smiled as he pulled away. He patted my head. Then I felt weight on the top of my head. "Don't spill my scotch" Said the person owning the penis that put himself into my mouth. As my head was held stationary, I knew that there was no way I could. I also knew if it spilled I'd still be to blame. "How much is your share of the farm Dan?" The man behind me was vibrating the whole rack I was in, I suspected he would be the true cause of the heavy glass of scotch sliding off my head. As he pounded I felt my second load escape my prostate, and fire out of my clit fast and fully. I was out of breath, with the current meat I was being fed. I now started to feel very tired. My throat was filled with cum right after I came, making me open my eyes. "I'm not selling Ray. Knock it off." My Master had grown tired of the playful nature. He was serious. Judge Ray walked away and got another drink. I had been used for six hours. I was released from the rig I had been locked into, and was told to suck up any puddle of fluid on the plastic sheeting under the metal and neoprene fucking rig's frame. It was one puddle, and it was large. I had taken 17 loads in my mouth. I was full. This puddle had dripped down my legs to the plastic. I took my time eating the cold cum. It was all I could do to not to lose my stomach. Cold cum was ...ugh. People were leaving. I wondered if I would ever get to be able to talk to my fellow twinks under collar. I was still trying to get the puddle ingested when I was told to stop. "Gary, drink the rest of that slop! Ryan, go upstairs and shower." Master said. Judge Ray and his smallish boi were still in the living room. I walked slowly through the room and up the stairs. "$150,000, and three promised favors on paper, signed by me officially!" The Judge was at the end of his offers. It sounded like a threat, not a question. I could sense that if my Master didn't take it, he'd be exposed. I couldn't hear Masters answer. I climbed into the shower and turned the water to warm. I let it run over my cum stained body. I was not shocked when I let my boi cunt release its payload and what could have been a gallon of cum, first plopped, then dripped down my legs. It became diluted by the shower water. It was so thick at first, it wouldn't go down the drain. I pushed on the mass with my toe. It took more water to finally go down. I washed my hair, body, and took slow and tender care of my hole. It had taken a beating. It was swollen and tender now. Even with the pain, I craved to be filled again. I had come to realize that I was addicted to cock. I imagined that this is what drug addiction must be like. I had heard the phrases, "Feeling empty inside." As well as, "Trying to fill a need by using..." My addiction was just those two things, only much more literal. I did feel painfully empty inside. I wanted to be used all of the time. It was now my sole source of pleasure. I dried off. I noted that my skin was still smooth and hairless. I had bruises where the bindings had kept me, as I had been pounded. I adjusted my collar, and left the bathroom. I could hear a discussion still going on downstairs. As I descended, I saw Gary at the bottom of the stairway. I walked down slowly, and as quietly as I could. I listened to what was being said. A deal had been struck. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Gary whispered a question. "What is a pony slave?" He really had no clue. "A slave that is large and muscular. It is made to pull heavy things like plows, or wagons." I whispered back. Gary frowned. He looked to be on the verge of tears within moments. "Why?" I asked. We sat on the last stair, listening to the two Masters discuss farm crops. "I am to be one on the farm my Master is buying tomorrow." I understood why he would be a pony boi. Then it struck me, he had said, "my Master", not "our Master". "What is to happen to me?" I asked him quietly. "You are going with the Judge tonight. He finally came to a good price. $250,000, all of the Judges current slaves, and two legal favors. The Judge gets you, permission to buy into a quarter of the farm, and a plot to build a house on the edge of the farm." Gary blinked, sending a tear down his chubby cheek. My heart was in my stomach. I had been sold. I had just made headway with this Master, and now I'd have to start all over. Then I realized the price the Judge had paid. My new Master had to be rich. A quarter of a million on me, a quarter of a million for his portion of the farm, and a house he had yet to build which would be deep into the hundreds of thousands. "Wait...The highest price at auction was $75k. The Judge paid almost four times that in cash and trade." I thought to myself. I wondered what it must feel like to fuck me. I was decent looking, but no model. I wondered what Gary may have heard that might clue into my value as sex chattel. He anticipated my question. "I don't know how you do it to our Masters, but you never loosen up. Master Dan says that you milk a cock of it's cum." Gary was nearly hissing these words of jealousy. "One in a million Ryan, you are one in a million. That is why the Judge wants you. While you are eating eggs and bacon, I want you to remember I am here pulling a fucking plow. Your nickname should be 'Princess' not 'Chef'." Gary left the staircase and walked into the dining room out of sight of me, but most likely kneeling at Master Dan's feet. I stayed put. I didn't want to hear the news from Master Dan. That would make it real. For the moment, I was hoping something would change. I looked at the clock, it was nearly 4am on Monday morning. I touched, then held onto my rolled steel collar. The slavery I had resisted, and fought, was now the slavery I wanted to keep. My life had changed so much, I had no real idea of who I even was anymore. I knew I wanted to keep this collar over an unknown future. The men continued to talk, and Gary returned. He handed me a cup. "We were given permission to have beer after the deal was struck. I know I want to get drunk." He feigned a smile. I felt I owed Gary something. I chugged the cup of beer, as Gary did. I stood leaving the cup on the bottom stair. I climbed two of the stairs and waved silently for Gary to follow. I grabbed Gary's soft hand and led him. We climbed the stairs and turned down the hall to enter Masters bedroom. "What are you doing?" Gary asked nervously. "Have you ever stuck your cock in another person Gary?" My question was gentle. "No. but..." He started, I cut him off as I lay on my front with my ass in the air on the side of the bed nearest the door. "Come feel what a quarter of a million dollar ass feels like before you go off pulling wagons." I said as seductively as I could. I grabbed his limp cock and pulled it to my mouth at the edge of the bed. I sucked at it ferociously. He got hard quickly, producing a thick, five inch boi clit. "Take me Gary, sully my high priced hole with your clit spit.". Gary climbed onto the bed behind me, it was clear he was scared. He looked around and listened. The men downstairs were laughing. Feeling safer, he grabbed my hips with his clit at my cunt, and pushed. He slid inside me and moaned. I would like to say that he felt good, but I was still injured. I feigned pleasure for his sake as my hole burned and stung. I moaned like I had before, for better men. He hesitated for just a moment and then began to pound my cunt with all of his being. As he was a rookie at this, he kept falling out. He'd quickly line back up and plunge in again. It took only a few failures before he found the right way. My pain subsided, and I moaned in genuine pleasure as the width of him pleased my insides. As soon as he found a perfect rhythm, he slammed in hard and I heard him groan. It had been three minutes. He slammed two more times as he left a lifetime of cum inside of me. He slid out of me limp, so I rolled over onto my back under him, pulled him on top of me, and kissed him on the mouth. "You do feel amazing." He kissed me back. "Thank you Chef. I will never forget this." "We need to clean up and get downstairs." I said with urgency. We rolled out of bed and cleaned the top of the blankets. We went to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and he washed off his clit. We hurried down the stairs and sat at the bottom one. Gary fetched us round after round of beer. We spoke together and became friends that night. It was well into the bright, sunny morning when I had passed out on the stairs. When I woke, my whole body was stiff. Every muscle ached. I opened my eyes to find myself in a tech filled bedroom. A large flat screen was on the ceiling. In the corners of the ceiling were cameras. On the left of me was a desk with a 32 inch monitor and keyboard. The sheets over me and under me were black satin. I ran my hands over my body. My chin had three days stubble. My pubes had stubble as well. My cock was dripping cum. I touched my hole and found a large based plug there. I had to have been unconscious for three days or more. Because my cock was dripping cum, I supposed that I had been fucked recently. I reached up to my neck. I was wearing a rolled collar still. Not a sharp edged banded one like the Judges slaves wore. I sat up. On the far wall, was a mirror. I blinked, and rubbed my eyes to get them clear. I saw the hair on my face and was horrified. I looked like a lumberjack. I had to rub my eyes again because the collar on my neck made no sense. It was gold. The door opened. The Judge walked in dressed in a white bathrobe. "You are wondering why I paid so much for you. You are wondering why you are wearing a gold collar. You are wondering why you have been sleeping for two days. Drink this slowly." He handed me a large glass of ice water. I did what I was told. I sipped it a bit at a time sitting in the bed, as he continued to speak. "No slave has been able to take all 11 inches of my thick cock, and then rebound to take another. You not only did that, but tightened down on Paul Stevenson so fast that he busted a load into your cunt quick as lightning." He dropped the bathrobe he had walked in with. I looked at his half hard prick, it was as wide as a "Red-bull" can. Now I understood why it had hurt so badly. "Most slaves I own, I take it once, and they bleed for days. You handled it, and then begged for more. You are worth every penny!" I looked over his body as I drank the water my body craved so desperately. He was a stout man. five foot eight, with a wide belly and covered in gray hair all over. His arms looked to be large by fat, but as he moved them, I could see the large muscles under the fur and skin. My eyes kept going back to that gigantic cock. "Oh...boi, I paid a lot of money for you. So I hope you know I have been fucking you for the last two days...making sure I got a taste without a fight." I was owned by that monster organ. My first impression was to be scared. Possibly horrified. Then the emptiness inside me took a voice. "Keep him hard and fucking you." My addiction said. "It's the best cock to have". The voices and whims in my head made me smile, albeit briefly. My new Master caught the smile. "So you are happy to be here, this pleases me! Do you like this bedroom?" He asked. I nodded, still with the glass at my mouth. "Well, this will be the last time you see it for a long time." His face turned from jubilant to angry. "You owe me two hundred and ninety five thousand dollars! I will be expecting payment within a year!" I let go of the glass and the cold water settled onto my lap, through the expensive sheets and comforter. Even if I had permission to speak, no words would come. So Master explained what I would be doing. "Putting out videos is one thing, but that won't make the money you need. So you will be my high priced whore. $500 an hour, in my guest house. You will fuck eight men a day. All of the cum you take, you will release and collect into bottles. When you come back inside my home you will eat your dinner from those bottles. Breakfast and lunch are eggs and sausage. Sandwiches for lunch." He smiled. The weekends and nights are mine." I sat in the bed and lowered my head. I was hiding a smile. "Filled all the time!" I thought. He spoke again. "Many of your "johns" will be sadists. So you will find yourself whipped and tortured. This is fine with me, as long as they do not ruin the three things that I cherish. That ass, the hole in it, and your mouth!" He chuckled. " Your clit and those worthless things that hang behind it I could care less about." Now I hung my head to hide the fear on my face. I drank what little water was still in the glass. "Get out of my bed, and make us dinner 'Chef', You start your new career tomorrow." He ordered. I tried to do what I was told and found that my arms, legs and back did not want to cooperate. I stumbled after leaving the bed and got a kick to the ribs for my clumsiness. I found new strength and stood on two legs painfully. I walked through the new home unguided, and found my way to the kitchen. The whole house seemed to be on one level. I found steaks in the fridge, and stalks of broccoli on the counter. I looked out the window and saw a vast garden. Judging from the silence in the house, and the slave-less garden. Master Dan got all of the Judges former slaves in the transaction. I made dinner and watched him eat from my knees next to him. He spit out fatty meat, and tough stalks of broccoli into a bowl. He ate all of his potato. He poured small amounts of wine into the bowl before I filled his glass. He lowered the bowl after he pissed in it. "Here's your soup." He said as he set the bowl on the floor. I ate the food. I was starving. It tasted amazing. Beef and broccoli, with a sweet and sour flavor. I drank the juice from the bowl after I ate the chunks of meat and veg. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 05 I cleaned up the dishes and was told to join him in the living room. He sat in a recliner. "Family Guy" was on the 64 inch television. "Suck me hard, dessert is going in your ass. Tomorrow is a new start for you. Enjoy tonight." He said. I knelt in front of him and lowered my head to his lap. I was very glad my gag reflex had been destroyed. The monster fucked my throat for almost 15 minutes. Dessert was given to me in my throat. My new Master was wrong. He wasn't angry. He was pleased. I slept on the bedroom floor at his feet, my first real night of serving Judge Ray Hawthorne. When I woke, I was instructed to shower and get ready for my appointments. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 06 I would like to thank those that put my story in their favorites. It is because of YOU that I put out these chapters as fast as I can. I really, REALLY want to thank my editor(s) for dealing with my "Than-Then" issue. Because the last two chapters were mostly fiction, I actually listened to one of your comments, and it set a new idea in motion! Thank you for your comments! All characters are over 18. All Editors are actually secret Gods. ***** I had breakfast, after making Masters. The eggs and sausage were a bit too rich in nutrients or fat for my now small stomach. So as I walked to the guest house on the cobblestone path I was feeling nauseous. It was a cool morning, so the stones felt ice cold on my feet. My freshly hair treated body still burned a bit from the chemicals, my bald skin felt warm enough to brace me from the wind. I looked around at my new prison. The main house looked relatively small compared to the Master Dan's. It was a single level ranch styled home. The grounds surrounding the two building were also smaller. Flower gardens surrounded a large fish pond. Perfectly manicured lawn filled the rest, including a putting green! "How stereotypical" I thought to myself with a grin. The grounds were surrounded by high hedges, insuring privacy. From the sounds in the air, the house was in a suburban area. I could hear a garbage truck in the distance. I could also hear children laughing. Most likely on the way to school. It occurred to me I had no idea what day it was. Time had become much less important than it had been in my previous life. I knew it was late summer, possibly even September by the looks on the leaves on the trees, now beginning to change. I turned the knob on the front door of the guest house. It looked like a cottage my parents used to rent for vacations on a lake when I was a kid. The front door opened to a small living room. I didn't know what to expect inside, and I'm glad I had an open mind. I had to turn on a light, as every window was covered with black out curtains. The living room had no furniture, or television. Instead It had a fucking rack, a torture cross, which was just a large wooden standing "X" with cuffs at each end, and adorning the wall, was every type of sadistic toy a Master could buy. Separating the living room from the kitchen was a bar, and as I passed it looking below the stained, hardwood surface, I wasn't surprised to see it stocked with high end booze. I casually looked through the cabinets and drawers, I found all of the usual cooking implements. In one cabinet, was only large mouthed glass bottles, a plastic funnel, and an unmarked bottle of clear liquid. I opened it and smelled it. It was alcohol, STRONG alcohol. Guessed it to be ever-clear or moonshine. My guess is it was there to mix with the contents of the bottle. What I didn't know was why. Next was a large bathroom. It had a large enclosed standing shower as well as a bathtub for two, possibly three. The cabinets had all the towels and toiletries one would expect, including hair removal products. The amount of tubes of lubricant was a bit unbelievable. It had to be near 50. The last room was a bedroom. Inside I found a dresser with a TV and DVD player on it. Inspecting this further, I wasn't surprised to find most of the drawers empty. In one top drawer was a smaller butt plug than the one I wore now. I guessed this was for holding cum after being filled till I could get to the bottle. In the other top drawer was DVDs. Mostly gay BDSM porn, and couple of burned ones with handwritten titles. One of the burned videos was labeled "How I turned my boi into a gurl." I had to know what that was. I had a few minutes before the "client" arrived so I put the DVD in the player and turned on the 32" flat screen. It opened to a guy my age tied down on a table. Rather quickly things progressed. The very much awake slave boi was injected with something on either side of his clit, and under his balls. Then gloved hands expertly removed his balls and penis with a scalpel. After it was all finished the boi began screaming through his ball gag. Most likely not from the pain, as the anesthetic had to still be at least still partially active, it had to be because he was finally allowed to see what had been done. During the screaming, the hands were stitching the wounds closed, leaving a tube where his balls had been. "Now you have no choice but to sit when you pee." An unseen voice said. I turned off the DVD. I suddenly needed to pee from fear. I got up off the king sized bed, and went to the bathroom. I sat down on the cold bowl and relieved myself. "Didn't like the video huh?" It was the Masters voice. He must have been inside listening. I finished peeing and went to the living room where he stood. He was dressed for work. Suit and tie with polished shoes. I knelt in front of him, head down. "That was two years, and several bois ago. He insisted on standing when he peed. That wasn't his only offense. Did you watch the farm videos?" His voice was grinning even if his face wasn't. . "No Master." "Well, when you have down time you should. Those represent slaves of friends of mine that had a problem with complaining too much. Those bois that spent time in the stables...well, those bastards tried to run away. They became entertainment for the beasts. "No Master, this one has no interest in displeasing it's Master. Nor does this one wish to spend time with animals Master." My voice was shaking. "Good! I'm glad to hear that, because you owe me a lot of money. The better you treat your clients, the better I can keep your schedule filled. If you keep your all of your appointments, this can all be over in 15 weeks. After that, we will discuss things. You have eight appointments today. Be sure to enema before the first gets here. After each, use the bottles in the cabinet to the right of the refrigerator. Put the bottle in the fridge between clients. You have ten minutes between appointments to clean up. Any questions?" "One Master." "You may ask." "What is the bottle of alcohol for?" As soon as I asked he laughed. "It's to mix with your dinner. You tend to cry out when I fuck you. You will put two shots of it in with your dinner every night, to ah...loosen you up." He paused. "I want you to be different. I want you to just enjoy serving me. Keep this house clean. I will be using you here most nights." He turned towards the door. "Oh, all of your clients will have a key to this door, and have been instructed to lock it when they leave. The windows are all barred on the inside. You break any glass, a silent alarm goes off to my secretaries desk. So, unless you can sweet talk the former criminals that are buying you by the hour, there is no escape. I'm positive you won't be able to..." He chuckled lightly. "...As they are all pledging to get into the Company. They need me to approve the end of their parole to get in." He opened the door. "Treat them well and get them to come back." He walked through and closed the door. I heard it lock. I looked at the clock. It was 8:30am. I needed to get the enema done. I went to the bathroom and pulled out my new plug. It was smaller then Masters cock around, but not by much. It hurt to remove it. The enemas were fairly easy. Afterward I clamped down and focused squeezing my cunt closed over and over and it became tight. I sat on the bed and waited. The first thing that went through my mind as I waited, was how I disliked my cunt being empty. Then, all I could focus on was the fear of the abuse I was about to take. These people were all convicted felons. The scourge of society. What was I in for? Master had said that some were rapists. Somehow I was comfortable with that. What I was afraid of was the murderers and compulsive batterers. Guys that liked to beat the shit out of the ones they liked to fuck. My only hope was that the Judge, wouldn't let that type of guy have access to his prized cunt. Yet the Judge was above the law. He could do whatever he wanted. I touched the "O" ring on my collar. I had to get through this so I could just be Masters cunt, all day, all night. It was so quiet in the guest house, and I was so deep in thought, that the tiny sound of a key turning in the lock, startled me. The door opened. I stood up and walked into the living room. A man with long hair, wearing a sleeveless shirt and tight jeans walked in. His feet were covered in biker boots, his arms with tattoos, his face with a goatee style beard. He stood six-two, and must have weighed 240 or more. Needless to say an imposing individual. "You have any booze in this cat house twink?" His voice was quiet for a man so large. "Oh yes sir, what would you like?" "Got Scotch?" He sat down on the bar stool, and looked around the room. "Yes sir, single malt. How would you like it?" I asked in my best pleasant voice. "Give me the bottle. What is all this shit?" He pointed to the equipment in the living room. "Those are toys for you to use with me." I was a little less enthusiastic with that answer. "Bah! Don't need that shit. No TV?" "There is one in the bedroom sir, with a collection of porn." I said. He nodded and waved me to lean over the bar closer to him. I stepped closer to the bar and he waved again. I leaned over so my face was next to his. He grabbed the back of my neck and twisted so my face met his. He put his lips on mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I retracted for and instant, and then remembered my place. I kissed him back and played with his tongue with my own. Judging from his breath he was already drunk before he had arrived. He pulled me by the hair away from him. "I missed you Timmy." He said. My mind reeled. Who was Timmy? An ex lover? A cellmate? I had to react, he was looking right into my eyes. I didn't know his name! "I missed you too big guy." His face contorted from one of nostalgia to one of anger. He reared back a fist. White light, and pain from the back of my skull as I hit the floor. My face began to thud with each heartbeat. I opened my eyes and saw him over me. "Timmy, Daddy doesn't like that being called that. Maybe you being out of the can, you forgot huh?" My foggy mind managed to figure it out. "Sorry Daddy, guess I was outside too long without you." He smiled. I felt his arms under my knees and neck. He picked me up off of the floor, and carried me to the bed. He took a towel and ripped it length wise into four long strips. He tied me face down to the bed. "You miss this baby?" He asked. "Oh Daddy, of course I did. I've missed you so much!" My improvisation was working for the moment, but I had no idea if the next thing I said would set him off again. I could feel one of my eyes beginning to swell from the punch that landed on the bridge of my nose. He spread my ass cheeks and spit on my cunt. Quickly following it with a fat calloused index finger. "Oh Daddy, please!" I whimpered, putting on the best show for him. "Shut the fuck up prag." He said. He pulled his finger out, and I heard him undress. My silence was a blessing. I didn't have to give acting lines anymore. He climbed on me and pushed into my cunt slowly. His head made it's way in, and he pushed further. After about two inches deep he retreated and started over. He had a nice cock that filled me. I could help but moan. He retreated again and then sank the entire meat into me. My moans became louder. "Quiet prag, next sound gets you a bleeding kidney Timmy." He whispered. I wondered if he was reliving the prison love life he had, and how they had to be silent. I decided to bite my tongue. His thrusts became quick and almost desperate as if he was being rushed. His balls slapped mine with abandon. It was quite intense, I was getting close. He then suddenly slowed, savoring it. Ten minutes later, after being slow and deliberate, he jabbed me deep and hard with four vicious thrusts, and as the first jet of his cum lashed into me, I lost my own clit juice. He stayed on top of me with his cock shrinking inside of my canal. I squeezed his cock as tight as I could to get every drop out of him. After all, that was my dinner, and I wanted to eat. He rolled off of me. Took a swig off the bottle on the dresser and went to put his pants on. "I'll see you in a couple days Timmy. When I get here make sure you have porn on TV when I get here." He said as he zipped his fly. "Yes Daddy I will!" I answered. He untied one hand and left. I heard the front door open, close then lock. I untied my other hand then my ankles. It was only 9:30. I had a lot of time before the next guy came over. I went looking for the bottle of Scotch "Daddy" had and couldn't find it. He must have taken it with him. I put the funnel into the bottle and then opened my cunt over the funnel. It took a couple minutes before gravity pulled the first course of my dinner into the funnel, and then down into the bottle. At the end of my first day of being whored, I had a black eye, a fist sized bruised thigh, welts lashed all down my back, ass and legs, and a lump on the back of my head. I also had a half gallon bottle with about 10 ounces of cum inside of it. I put two shots of the white liquor in, making it 12 ounces. I made Masters dinner on the small stove in the guest house as he watched the horse porno slash snuff flick. I served him his dinner, and I drank mine. The thick cold cum still seemed fresh, but the temp was all wrong. The alcohol hit me right away. I put the bottle in the sink, and then went back for Master's empty plate. As I began washing the dishes I felt it hit me even harder. I stumbled back to the bed room. "Wow. That hit you fast. Come sit on me." He was naked and the monster was awake and throbbing. I went to the bed, climbing onto it. I faced away, then threw one leg over his lap. Even with me kneeling straight up, his cock was past my hole. I had to go to my feet and squat to get it started. I stabbed myself with the monster. The alcohol helped, but not enough. His breath said he'd been drinking for quite a while. I then assumed it must be Friday. "OHH! Oh oh oh." I slid down as slow as I could. The only lube I had was the cum still inside me, which couldn't have been much, and the drop or two of precum he had produced. My eyes were closed, my head back, and I began to get used to his first two inches. Even after being fucked all day, this was losing my virginity all over again. I imagined it would always be this way. He suddenly pushed, well, slammed into me causing me to yelp. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down onto him. I growled. My body went limp when I felt my ass on his skin. The size of him plowing me drained the life from me. So what he said next seemed impossible. "Fuck me with your tight cunt slave boi!" I opened my eyes in disbelief. 'Please no!' I thought. Yet like the good slave I was, I found the strength to lift myself off of his lap and then rest my weight back down on his cock over and over. It was only five minutes in before I came. The shots landed on my chest and legs. It was another 20 minutes before he came. When he did, my clit was again spitting it's worthless yet enjoyable juice. He turned me to face him, and then pulled me down onto him. I froze. Our chests were now together, his body hair tickled me slightly. He licked then nibbled my neck. Then he nibbled my ear. His booze breath filled my nose as he panted against my skin. He growled, then said. "Put in your plug, and clean up this mess." He ordered. I did so, and he waved me back, to lay on top of him. "If Dan would have settled for my first, or even second offer I wouldn't have to do this to you. Slave, you are too good to be whored, Dan knew it. I know it too. I have to make back the money you cost me. I need that money back so I can get a bigger share of the slave farm Danny is building!." He inhaled deeply. " I hate this." He sighed into my neck. Then changed the subject. "You probably had a long day. Do you have any questions?' He asked. There was one question that I had had on my mind after the first appointment with "Daddy". "Why are these guys...that don't seem to have much money, why are they paying ten bucks a minute to be with ...well, ME??" The idea had confounded me all day. "They are paying that much for three reasons. First, you look younger then what you are, because of how short and skinny you are. Second, they don't have to wear a condom. Lastly, they can do anything they want short of scarring you or killing you." He gave my butt a squeeze that was somewhat affectionate. "Just in case you are wondering, every guy you fuck has been tested. They are free from disease." He kissed my lips. "I will have you tested every week, just to be safe. I have a nurse that will visit on Saturday." He nudged me. "Put this in, it just came out on DVD. Then make me a seven and seven, rocks." He handed me a copy of the Directors cut of "Full Metal Jacket". I had seen it before, my dad had it on VHS. I put it in the player, and put away the horse movie. I then went to the bar and made his drink in a large glass. I returned to the bed, handing him the glass. He patted the spot next to him with his hand indicating I should sit there. I sat with him and watched the first half of the movie. Laughing with him, I almost felt at home. When the second half of the movie took a dark turn, so did Master. "Those, those, those are real men, your clients are real men. You will never be one of those. You took to slavery like a fly to shit." He looked at me, and touched my leg so I would look toward him. I lowered my eyes. His speech was slurring. He seemed quite drunk, and tired. "You took to cock like a...hen." He chuckled at the lame pun. "How did you know that this was your, your, station in life?" I couldn't help myself. I just said it. "You cornered me into this slavery. I didn't want to be doing this! Master Dan and you did this to me!" I was shocked at his reaction. Instead of hitting me, like I expected, he just laughed. "Yeah, that's right. Suck and drink my piss bitch." He said flatly. I went to his lap and wrapped my lips around his cock. Almost immediately I felt a warm flow of bitter sweet water fill my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. I managed to take his entire bladder without spilling a drop. I was catching my breath when I was informed I wasn't finished. "I didn't tell you that you could take your mouth off of my cock!" He grumbled. I went back to work on the flaccid cock. As drunk as he was, he managed to get another hard on. Soon it was too large for my mouth. My Master grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. "This might just kill me." I thought. It was way too large for my skinny neck. I felt as if I were trying to swallow a roll of paper towels. I became more and more oxygen staved as he fucked my throat, I thought of a garden snake trying to swallow an elk. I think It may have been the last thought I had before blackness invaded my vision. I came to, and focused my eyes. I was on my back, His balls were resting on my forehead and his cock laid on my nose and chin. The weight of his balls matched their counterpart I noted. I also realized what he was about to do. "You don't get breaks! Open your fucking mouth, so I can fuck that throat properly slave!" I complied, knowing with his level of intoxication, he would forget to let me breathe. My only hope was that he finished quickly. His thrusts down my throat were making my whole lower body move. I wondered if I would be able to talk if I lived through this assault. One minute without air. The only thing I could see to one side was a clock on the all. I kept calm. His hairy gut banged my chin and scraped my nipples. For some reason this, and the combination of my body being jarred, moving the plug in me, and the oxygen deprivation aroused me. I could feel my clit becoming stiff. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 06 Two minutes. I had been a swimmer all through high school. I could do three minutes, I hoped that he didn't last four...or ten. I wondered how long I would be dead before he dumped his gift into a corpse. "Oh NO!" I thought. "He's slowing down!" Two Minutes, Forty-Five seconds. The blackness started to creep onto my peripheral vision. The strange thoughts I have in this state... "God I love the smell of the soap he uses on his balls." My mind mused. Blackness enveloping me. He pulled his cock out. I exhaled carbon dioxide, spit, and slime. The later two landing on my face and chin. I took two deep breaths, before my new god found it's way back into the warm wet place I normally move air and food through. Again he pounded. My clit had gone soft whist I was dying, but now had sprung to life. The base of my plug was kept still by friction with the sheet, but as my body jarred, the plug inside was moving. I hoped he kept this pace! He sped up, and began to grunt. His breathing quickened. "Bedtime snack boi!" I felt his cock convulse inside of me. "Oh yeah son, that was what I needed." Instead of retreating he stayed down my throat. "I'm just going to use the urinal while I'm here." My eyes opened wide. He hitched vocally like he couldn't start, then sighed. I really didn't feel much of anything other then a belch growing inside me. He sighed again as the blackness began to grow for a third time. He pulled out all of his cock but the head, which I sucked clean of my slave slime and the last drops of piss. I waited till he laid down on his pillow and turned away from him to let out a mighty burp, as silently as I could. I could taste everything he had put inside of me in that instant. "Don't waste that! Go jerk off and put it in tomorrow's dinner bottle." He pointed at my clit. "Yes Master." I began to walk toward the kitchen. "I don't want your nasty ass breath near me, brush your teeth and sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed." He mumbled as I left. "Yes Master." I went to the kitchen and found that my clit was no longer interested. I had a feeling he'd check to see if there was clit juice in the bottle in the morning so I played with my plug till I got hard. Then instead of touching my clit, I just fucked myself with the plug. I came much faster then I would have tossing myself. I came directly into the bottle. Thankful for another couple ounces of dinner. As I lay on the floor wrapped in a flannel blanket, I wondered what kind of men I would encounter the next day. My dreams however were filled with visions of the farm. Large slave bois pulling plows. Smaller bois planting seeds behind them. Me on a large white porch being fucked by my Master, screaming in pleasure. Yet tortured by the sight of Master Dan across the field, fucking Gary, on their porch. "I should be over there Judge!" I screamed in the dream. "No way son, I'm going to wreck your cunt so none will want you ever again!" He laughed. "Please No!!" I sat up. It was dark still. Master was fast asleep, His breathing slow and calm. I was nearly panting. My heart was racing. All at once I was overcome with sadness. I liked Gary, a lot. I wanted to be kept chained to him at night. I had grown to enjoy Master Dan's collar, and the responsibility he had given me. I had come to...possibly? No I could never love a Master. Master Dan turned me into this. "Master Dan gave you purpose, had pride in you. Yes the training sucked, but at least he didn't pimp you out to felons.!" My mind began to split. One side defended Master Dan. The other defended my old way of life. "You were free, dating girls. You were a good swimmer, got good grades. You even partied on weekends." My old mind said. "Parties without sex, booze, and one girl for every 5 guys is not a party. You are not a leader, and this life serves you best. You were meant to take cock and serve better men then you. You are a cunt, and you love it. You love the attention, and you love having sex with men. You have cum more in the five months since you have donned a collar, without touching that worthless clit, then you did in the bathroom or bedroom of your parents house masturbating for the last five years!" The new mind said. No voice in my head defended the Judge. "If Master Dan is so great, why was Gary crying?" The old mind spoke. "Gary is a large fat body that Private Pyle would have envied. Gary is to pull plows, Master Dan would have kept you close to him. He loved you.". The movie "Full Metal Jacket" was still fresh in my brain. 'Private Pyle' was relentlessly picked on by the Drill Sargent for being too fat for the army. The new mind won. I started to pine for the first collar I had worn, and the Master that owned it. "Gary was a good friend, and you started to have feelings for him" The new mind said as I laid back down. "Poor Gary". I said out loud as I drifted back to sleep. I woke. It was Saturday. Master didn't work today. I sat up and saw him still sleeping on the bed. I figured it would be wise to start cooking breakfast. I was right. I had just cracked the eggs when the smell of the fresh brewed coffee brought him out of his slumber. I heard him coughing, and then heard him peeing in the bathroom. He joined me in the kitchen, wearing less then I was. I had a butt plug and a collar. He only had his thick gray hair all over his body. "Is the coffee ready?" He asked. "Yes Master, sugar and milk are on the counter." I answered. I watched his large 250+ pound form move and realized that other then his cock, he was in no way attractive to me. He was a power assured Master motivated by status in every community his persona's made themselves known. In court he bullied lawyers, including the public defender assigned to me. In the home he took what he wanted even if it might kill his property. Amongst "friends in the Company" he used the position he held to bully them into giving him what he wanted. The "Company", according to various one hour news programs wasn't real. It was a tactic used to keep slaves in place. Yet at the boi show, I saw it was VERY real. Master Dan had explained to me that this chapter of the Company, was rather conservative. Many allowed cross-dressing or transgendered slaves. Most Chapters were of course, heterosexual with all of the variations therein. One of those is where Gary had come from. I was so lost in thought, I hadn't heard the order. The smack across my head brought me back. "Boi you don't hear very well. I told you to drop and suck!" He sat back down at the breakfast table. His morning wood relapsed as I was doing the breakfast dishes. I dropped to my knees under the table, my ear burning from the heavy handed strike. I wrapped my mouth around that which I loved and hated, using my tongue on the underside to keep him happy while he ate his breakfast above me. I couldn't help it. My mind began to drift again. Now with him inside me, while I felt useful, a voice from within defended the Judge. "He said things would be discussed after I paid him back. You will most likely not find a cock like this again, nor a man this age that can use it this often." The voice said. "He doesn't seem to care when or IF, you can breathe while he uses you. Remember he's whoring you to felons!" My mental argument was over with one last thought. "It's not like you have any choice in the matter. Make the best of what you are dealt." Master had finished his food and was now focused on what I was doing. He began to push into my throat...then stopped. "Lay over the table cunt." He ordered. I began to scoot out from under the table and felt myself lifted by my collar. I was abruptly bent over the table. My plug was removed and I watched as he set my dirty companion on my untouched, now cold, breakfast plate. I groaned inside, as my breakfast was ruined, and I wouldn't even be fed his load. I forgot about breakfast as soon as he pushed his way into me. He only hesitated once, allowing me to relax, and then went to town with such force I was certain that the glass of juice next to my head, was going to spill. Silverware rattled, my plug rocked back and forth touching my entire plate of food. All of this was inconsequential. I was being completely filled. I couldn't help but cry out. It hurt deep, it hurt my internal organs. This Master would always hurt in me, I knew it, so did he. This either turned him on, or pissed him off. What I knew was he began to slam into me even harder. My juice began to just flow from my clit in a slow, lingering, overwhelmingly drawn out orgasm. My clit wasn't even erect, it just drooled as I hovered between pure pain and pure ecstasy. He was ocean waves during a storm, and I just a tiny boat as the unstoppable force washed over and battered me to complete weakness. My clit now drained, I felt my body go lifeless and limp. I could only succumb to the much more powerful and willful alpha male. I found myself nearly delirious by the time I felt him begin to fill my insides with his gift. "Bitch, if you can tell me honestly that you don't love this I only need to show you the puddle of your mess on the floor!" He said as he fired off the last round of jism into me. He laid on me catching his breath, as his meat ebbed and relaxed, soon falling out of me. He tapped my head, and I instinctively went to my knees and sucked his deflated cock to clean it. It was not pleasant. Once he was satisfied he gave a round of orders. "Eat your breakfast, ALL of it. Then go relieve yourself. Shower, replace your plug, and get dressed. There is an outfit in my office at the main house. You are going to be my caddy today. Do you know anything about golf?" He actually seemed interested to know. "Yes Master, I have played it before, however I was better at the disc version." I said as I pulled my plate off the table and put it on my lap on the floor. I pulled the plug of the plate and sat it on a napkin next to me. "Doesn't take any skill to throw a Frisbee." He said as he left the kitchen. I didn't argue. I was trying to figure out how to eat the contaminated breakfast in front of me. The front door slammed. It came down to logic. "If I can suck it off of him, I can eat this." I thought. It was still very difficult. ***** Master Dan's and the Judges taste in clothing were very similar. The difference was instead of jean shorts, they were khaki shorts. Yet they were so tight you could see every contour of my ass, the base of my plug, and clit. The shirt was white and button-up. It too was tight and just about see-through. I could definitely see my nipples in the mirror. My Master was actually a very good golfer. He made one under par on the front nine, and only over one on the back nine. Considering my best score was 13 over, I considered him good. Well, and the fact the Judge was cussing the entire time, I assumed that he had a bad day. "I can't have a round like THIS in two weeks. Seems your old Master wants to play some high stakes. He's put up 50k!" He still seemed confident even after all of the drama on the links. I, of course, started to have high hopes when he said "high stakes". Fifty thousand. That was nothing now to these two men. As he drove us home, I wondered who Master Dan would have caddy for him. I hoped it would be Gary. I had a feeling that Master Dan would rather take the best looking twink he had taken in trade from the Judge. Christopher his name was. He was a mid sized twink. 5'-8" about 150 pounds, sandy blonde, with 6 inches and a hard round ass. Master Dan would do this to distract and antagonize the Judge. At least, that's what I would do. Yet I knew I was better then Christopher. My ass was much more round, my clit was smaller, I was shorter and weighed 15 pounds less. I dwelled on it for days. Each client seemed to take forever to get done. Two weeks might as well have been two years. Most of the clients were quite tame compared to my Master. Still...It had become work. Yes, I still loved my ass filled eight hours a day. Yes, I liked being fed. No, I didn't like fucking strangers. No, I really didn't like telling almost a third of them that I never would wear panties, no matter what color or style they brought with them. It was against the Chapters rules. One argument got real old, real fast. "You gonna come serve me when I get into the Company?" I had been a slave in this a whole six months, and I knew better. "You would have to buy me from the Judge, and he paid almost 320k for me in cash and trade." I always said. There answer was almost identical. "What is to stop me from just taking you?" When they asked that, it was very hard not to say..."Every cop and lawyer in six counties!" Instead I would just ask a question back. "Don't you want to get into the Company and have access to many slaves just like me?" It normally stopped the questions. Master and I began a regiment. Wake n fuck. Suck through breakfast. Go to work. Make dinner. Oral through dinner, clean. Drink and drink, fuck and sleep. 14 days had finally crawled by. Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 07 I apologize for the long delay on this chapter. I'd like to thank the readers and fans of the beginning of Ryan's new life. I'd also like to thank the editors!! I knew something was off when I found my outfit for the day. A visor. That was it, no shorts, no shirt. It was getting much colder outside, and this (lack of) outfit had me curious, and dreading the day at the links. Master had finished breakfast and told me to do my normal morning routine. So I showered, had my enema, and put in my plug. I placed the visor on my head and waited at the front door of the guest house, waiting for Master to return. As I waited I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Before he walked out the door he had said. "Put on some of the sunblock in the bathroom. I'll be back in a bit." He closed the door behind him, and locked it. I had used the creamy white sunblock on my face and arms. As well as my legs below mid thigh. I made sure the back of my neck, and tops of my feet were treated as well. "Did he have something he was going to give me to dress in on the way?" I wondered. When he returned and opened the door, I could feel the cold air slam into me. Shivers racked my spine, shortly after goose bumps covered my skin. He attached a leash to my collar and had me follow him out of the house. He stopped to close and lock the door, then casually walked across the grounds to the driveway. He was wearing khaki's with a polo shirt, covered by a insulated windbreaker. "Damn it's cold this morning. Should be good and warm by nine though." He said. I had glanced at the clock before we walked out. It was only six-thirty. As I was pulled down the cobblestone pathway, now shivering uncontrollably, I wondered when the tee time was. It had only taken about 30 minutes to get to the course the first and second time. That meant two hours of being chilled by winds if the tee time was upon arrival. The trunk popped open remotely. His clubs were inside already. The last two weeks I had ridden in the back seat of the luxury coupe. However, now I was now ordered to get into the trunk. I did so, uncomfortably, as he tossed the leash in after me, then nonchalantly slammed the trunk closed. The ride was much colder in this space. At that moment I felt much like the golf clubs that I rode with. Equipment for his game. My mind was clear as to the difference of how the Judge saw me, and how Master Dan saw me. I was reflecting on all of the differences so deeply, I had managed to make it through the entire trip without begging for warmth. The car came to a stop. I felt the car do the usual motions of parking. The drivers door opened, then closed. I waited patiently for the trunk to open as I heard the footsteps first, get closer, then they began to drift away. "Uh....is he going to let me out???" I thought. The footsteps got further away. During the 30 minute trip some of the heat had reached into the trunk. Now stopped, and a breeze working over the car, the heat was dissipating. I began to shiver uncontrollably again. I stayed curled in the fetal position, desperate to keep whatever warmth I had left inside of me. I tucked my hands in my armpits, and pushed my ass against a quarter-panel with my feet between the rough carpet and my globes. Time slowed. Every minute was now an eternity of suffering. I tried to distract myself from my condition, but nothing worked. I tried to think about Master Dan and how I would be seeing him soon...if I lived. I couldn't concentrate. All I could think of was survival. Even my breathing seemed very slow. I was getting tired, yet I thought there would be no way I could sleep with my body shaking so violently. My eyelids were heavy. Footsteps. Voices. "Yeah, Can't believe he went for it. Just five hundred per person! I thought this was a popular course!" The Judges voice. My Master's voice. **Click** The trunk opened. Now the bracing wind had access to my already cold body. Raped by men, raped by the elements...."Slavery is suffering." I couldn't hold normal thoughts. A tug at my collar. Pulled out of the trunk. My legs have given way. The pavement is even colder. "Christ man, you leave your boi in there the whole time we had breakfast?" The unknown man said. "Yeah, where else was I to store him?" Master said. "The fucking caddies lounge, tee time isn't for another hour, I'm surprised he's alive." The man said. "Senator, I won't tell you how to zone your districts if you don't tell me how to treat my property." Master laughed. The Senator seemed to keep a serious tone. "The company has rules man. I outrank you in both places...Public and Company." The Senator said. My Master growled lightly, I was right next to his neck. I don't think the other man heard it. "You aren't Governor yet." My Master said, "When you are, it's partially MY doing". Master got me standing after four attempts. I finally supported my own weight. I got to see the Senator. He was a short man with a receding hairline and thick glasses. His clothes looked impeccable compared to Masters. Master's words must have rattled him, as he changed the subject. "Who are you playing today?" The senator asked. "Danny, from Social Services." Master was holding me up by an arm, as each gust of wind made my knees collapse. He put the golf bag on his own shoulder after an exasperated sigh. Pissed off, no doubt, I couldn't carry them for him yet. Not with numb feet and legs. "What's your beef with him?" The Senator asked. "This cunt." Master said plainly. "I paid way too much for him for a talent I have to wreck to get my money back." He grumbled. "Oh so this is "Chef"? The Senator frowned. "One of my cunts went to that party with my brother. You telling me that you are freezing a prime piece like this on purpose?" The Senator had a bit of an angry tone. "Zones...Property....Right GOV??" Master spat. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Let me just say, thank you for the help, but I will be returning your election contribution. In fact, I will put money against you in this match, and let Danny use my clubs. They are Pings. Nice "Spaldings" by the way." The Senator shook his head and walked away. I was enjoying the moment when I felt a very hard tuck on my leash. I followed Master into the clubhouse, and then was led into a room with other naked slave bois. It was warm. My Master threw the leash end at my face and closed the door as he left, I sat down next to a heater vent and began to gain painful feeling back into my hands and feet. "Chef? That you?" I looked to my left and saw Gary. He'd lost weight, he looked great! "Gary? H-h-holy sh-sh-shit." I was still dealing with residual tremors. "Yeah golden princess, it's me. You will not believe what I have to tell you!!!" He ran over to me from across the room and sat on the carpet next to me. He rifled off information at me so fast, I had to ask him to repeat it twice. "Double or nothing, you heard me right. You get half the farm, 12 slave bois, including Ryan, and the Senator will drop out of the race and name you as his successor." Dan was not smiling, he had heard from the staff how well the Judge did in practice rounds. "I will also give back to you, 200k." "I paid you 250K in cash. Thought you said 'double or nothing'" The Judge responded smugly. "The election contributions will fund your run for Governor, Ray. That's actually 12 times the money you paid for Ryan." The Senator fired off. "4 million." Judge Ray looked to be thinking about it. Dan looked at the State Senator for reassurance. Barry closed his eyes slowly and nodded. Out of eye shot of the Judge, he gave a thumbs up. "If I lose the match?" Judge Ray asked. "You step down from the bench, leave the Company with only one of your loyal slaves you gave to Dan, and Ryan is returned to Dan." Barry said nonchalantly. The Judge blinked at him. He was in disbelief. He forced a smile. The Judge walked to one of the course officials and asked a quick but damaging question. "The last time Danny was here, what did he shoot?" He stared down the poor elderly gentleman. "I believe it was a four over Master Ray." The old man answered. The Judge turned back to the men. "Okay. Deal. I don't know what you are trying to pull, but it isn't going to work. Oh, and one condition." Ray said. "Name it." Dan smiled. "We trade caddies." Ray smiled back. Dan shrugged, and agreed. This was a smart move the Judge had made. Ryan disliked the Judge. Gary had no opinion, and thus would not be apt to screw up on purpose. Not that Gary would have any effect on the game, just spotting balls. ***** "What the fuck is wrong with him cunt!" Master Dan grumbled at Gary. "He is near frozen Master, he'll be moving slow all day. He's weak." Gary said from his knees, Gary didn't like this new arrangement either. "Master, I need to leave, The Judge is calling for me." Gary had fear in his throat. "Go. Do him no favors boi!" Dan yelled as Gary began to walk. "Never Master, I love you, and only you, as my Owner, Master and protector!" Gary smiled as he looked, then walked backwards. I was next to a heater, drinking water, Gary had told me what had transpired. Master Dan walked into the caddy shack. "You want to come home?" Master Dan asked me in a tone that would match the sentence - "Do you like to breathe oxygen?" I couldn't answer I just lowered my head and raised my hands to him. "Okay good Chef, I need you to tell me everything that drives him nuts. Bad manners, subjects of conversation he doesn't like...anything you gleaned while in that place." Dan knelt next to me waiting for an answer. Protocol told me I would just simply answer his question. However I was near delirious. What actually came out of my mouth was: "He hates loud chewing, and he hates me and you and Gary and I wanna come home and I love you, you were good to me, and I love Gary please save him Master Dan!" I took a breath. "Ryan, calm down. You are coming home. You and Gary will get to spend a lot more time together. What else unnerves him?" He spoke softly in my ear like a parent, or a counselor. I looked back directly in his eyes with utter disbelief. "Lack of respect for his station Sir Dan." I didn't understand how he hadn't grasped that. I was wrong of course, Dan had known that for years. He just was looking for something new. "I will carry my clubs for the first four holes, after that you will have to do it." Master Dan said. I nodded. We were now walking toward the first hole. I looked over at Gary who had a grimace on his face as he lugged the Judges clubs. His legs and ass looked like they belonged to a race horse. Tight and rippled the right way. "Bitch, would you like some gum?" Master Dan asked me as we got to the first tee. As I was still shivering, I didn't get the hint right away, till Master Dan made a chewing motion out of sight of the Judge. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." Master Dan handed me a stick of Juice Stick gum and I popped it my mouth. Right about the time that the Judge was lining up his tee shot I began to gnaw at the gum like a cow on it's cud. He shot me a dirty look and then cut through the ball landing on the edge of the fringe on the par 4 hole. "We're fucked." Gary whispered. Master Dan put his drive on the far side of the hole by bouncing on the green twice. Master Dan was six feet closer, just 17 feet away, and near "eagle" range. "No....we are not.... little brother." I said as I took the bag from Master Dan and lugged it to the green. I had new energy all of a sudden. By the fifteenth hole it had gotten ugly. Master Dan was a one shot in the lead. Insults had been thrown by both men, but the Judge was getting more vicious in his verbal assaults. At the end of the fifteenth the score was tied. The judge chipped one in from the rough, and he gave a smug grin to Dan and the Senator. The score stayed tied after the sixteenth. On the seventeenth, Dan nailed a 45 foot putt and took the lead. He kept the lead through the eighteenth. Dan had the senator whisk Gary and I away in his car before the Judge put the putter away on the 18th green. "This is bullshit Daniel, and you know it." Ray slammed his clubs into the slave-less trunk. "I'm not here to listen to you complain." Daniel said calmly. He carried a clipboard with him. "Why are you here?" The Judge barked. "I have a couple things for you to sign. Your resignation, and Ryan's title." Daniel handed him the clipboard and a pen. "And if I don't?" "You will be prosecuted for over 700 counts of rape, 32 counts of slavery, 32 counts of kidnapping....." Daniel was interrupted. "You FUCKING cunts!" He said as he scribbled his name on several sheets of paper. After he signed the papers he threw the the clipboard and pen at Dan and opened his car door. "Have Jeremy delivered to my house by tonight!" He got into his car and slammed the door. ***** Daniel arrived at the Senator's house an hour later. A stunning young slave answered the door. "Sir Daniel I presume?" The boi asked. "Yes." "My Master and your slaves are in the parlor. Right this way please." The slave bowed to Daniel and lead him deep into the house. A couple of right turns later he found Gary and Ryan. The Senator was enjoying a foot massage from one of his bois. Daniel admired the slave as they walked. The boi couldn't have been older then 20. His hard back gave way to a round bubble butt almost as big as Ryan's. It was clear why the Senator kept him. "Oh hey Daniel. I was just telling the bois what life will be like on the farm. This one..." He pointed to Gary. "...says you already started his pony regiment." "Yes, I'm going to have him as my alpha in the fields. How is the recruiting going?" Daniel took a seat and waved me over from the floor where I was sitting. I took a seat at Daniel's feet. "The investors were easy. All of the new members that the Judge had lined up are getting their rejection letters tomorrow. I found better candidates quickly. We bought the adjacent farms to the we own with the extra funds. Now all we have to do is buy up all of the slaves for sale within the company, and then try to find about a hundred more..."volunteers"." The senator lit a pipe. "What do you need from me?" Daniel looked excited by the news. "The volunteers." The older official stated. Daniel's stomach dropped. On the way home Gary and I whispered back and forth. "You cunts look happy, I'm glad to see that. I should inform you that after I get some of your ass, over the weekend, you are both going to be put to work. Chef, you are back on computer detail. Only, this time, you'll be combing every BDSM singles website on the net. We will be needing new people on the farm. You will get 2 people a day. Tell them whatever they want to hear. Offer what ever you have to. I will give you 2 weeks to start getting their interest. In four weeks, I expect to be receiving 2 slaves everyday." Dan explained. "Yes Master." That was going to be impossible. My face must have shown my pain. "Gary. You have just as much work in front of you. There are going to be 40 ponies at the farm in one month. You and three others are going to be the field alphas. You had better be the strongest one out there. That clear?" "Yes Master." Gary's face now matched mine. "Good." Dan said nothing the rest of the way home. I walked into the back door of the house and walked up the stairs. Nothing had changed in the house. It soothed me. I felt truly happy to be home. My proper owner, proper home, proper collar. I felt Gary grab one arm, and Master grab the other. They dragged me from the slave room to the master bedroom. Gary sat on the bed at the headboard. His swollen meat pointed right at my face. A shove from Master explained what was going on. I fell forward into Gary's lap. "C'mon chef, you didn't forget did you?" Gary laughed. I regained my balance on all fours and plunged Gary's cock down my throat happily. As soon as I settled into a decent rhythm, I felt him pull my plug out. It was quickly replaced with that I missed most. I swear I could feel every vein on him. He filled me perfectly. I couldn't help but grunt with approval, and moan when Gary's clit allowed me breath. Gary grabbed my head. It was disappointing. I was hoping he'd last a bit longer He held my head to his groin and gave me his worthless clit juice. Even after his pitiful 5 inch clit became much smaller, I still gently nursed on it as Master took his rightful place in my cunt. Master had no issues with endurance. He took my oral toy away from me when he flipped me over and put my ankles next to my ears. Now he slammed into me. He was close. "You are mine forever boi. You are never going to be away from me again." He said in the cadence of his pounding. His face changed, he held he down and arched his back. I felt his cum blast into me as his long, fat meat pumped it into me. He collapsed on me. My head laid on Gary's thigh. Master laid between my legs. We fell asleep. END OF THIS SERIES "FARM BOI'S LIFE" Coming soon. Judge Ordered Slavery Tears began to form in my eyes. It wasn't just my clothes. My violin, my laptop, pictures of my girlfriends past and present, even a couple of my trophies were visible in the pile. "What are you waiting for, slaves don't have possessions. The Ryan you were 24 hours ago will be long forgotten soon. This will help you remember what you are now." His voice was patient, but somehow still firm. I looked at the mans face, noticed the two day stubble and blue green eyes. His expression was one of encouragement at first. Then he noticed me looking at him. "The pig does not make eye contact with it's Master!" He back handed me. The slap wasn't overly powerful, but I went to my knees anyway. "Perhaps I should take the matches, and put you in the pile with that stuff..." He mused. I quickly opened the sliding box of wooden kitchen matches and grabbed three. Something inside told me he was capable of murder, even a slow, loud murder as burning someone alive. I struck a match and threw it at the pile. I had done it too fast, the match had gone out. Master cleared his throat and reached for the box. I lit the second one, and waited for it to stay burning, then lightly tossed it onto the pile. I was expecting a "whoosh!" but the gasoline had been sitting awhile. It caught, caught fast, but no fume explosion. We sat outside as everything I had owned was burned to ash. It took almost two hours. Master kept stirring the fire so unburned things could get lit. All that was left when it was over was bits of metal from the laptop, and the warped nameplates from my trophies. I quietly cried on my knees next to Master's camping chair. My old life was gone, just gone.