Unikue

Heavy Collars

PZA 5th Anniversary 2007-2012 Story

Richie walked down the gravel road on the way to his family's cottage. It was June, and his favourite place to vacation. Especially, since this time his friend Mike could come along and would be there the next morning.

His father hadn't come back home, so Richie went looking around his father's workshop for interesting things. His workshop had the standard tools: band saw, screwdrivers, and hammers. But his father also made trunks. Richie liked to see what things his father put in them. A nice older style trunk with a curved top and a nice stained oak was sitting in the corner, he had never seen it before.

He tried to open it, but it was locked. Not to let that stop him, he made a cursory look for the key. Failing that he grabbed two paper clips and it was open in a jiffy. The first thing inside were two small photo albums. Inside he saw pictures of his mother, and Uncle Jack – back when he was alive. Although he could tell it was his Uncle Jack, it was a younger version than who he knew.

In the other photo album, he saw more pictures of Uncle Jack, but he was with two naked boys with slave collars on. Underneath it said, "Jack Collins, with Austin and Caleb." The naked boys were about Richie's age. The photo album was full of these pictures.

When Richie got bored of looking at the naked boys, he looked further into the trunk and there was a small burlap sack. It was heavy, so he opened it up and he saw them. He couldn't help but say "holy fuck", he had found two slave collars with their master key. Richie quickly put them back in the sack, and put the sack in his backpack. He closed the trunk and locked it again.

Running to his room, he disrobed revealing his excitement. He looked at himself in his floor mirror, noticing every detail of his twelve year old body. From his belly button sticking out and his pronounced ribs, he traced every detail with his eyes. His eyes went down to his waist and he traced the smooth lines all the way down to his semi-erect cock. It was perfect, no unsightly hair, his foreskin wrapping around the distinct bell shape of his glans.

He grabbed one of the collars from the bag and opened it putting it around his neck. He made sure not to lock it, and he felt the weight of the thing on his collar bone and imagined how tight it would be if it were locked. His cock finished rising, and he couldn't stop himself. He furiously grabbed his cock and the ejaculation was more intense than he had ever had. It took the collar off and stashed the bag under his bed. Following his cleaning of the mirror, he heard his father get home, so he got dressed and went to meet him.

His father told him that his mother was coming down the next day with his friend Mike, and Richie started forming a plan. In the morning, Richie put some food in his backpack next to the collars – waiting for his mother to come with Mike. That happened at ten, and by eleven the two boys were out walking in the woods. Their parents didn't know it but Richie and Mike knew each others' bodies pretty well, after discovering masturbation the year before, it kind of snowballed.

When they got to a tree that Richie liked to sit under, they had a little bite to eat. "Hey Mike, I have something to show you!"

Mike, ever the curious adventurer asked, "What is it Richie?" Richie pulled out the pair of slave collars and Mike repeated Richie from earlier, "holy fuck! How did you get those?"

Richie replied, "I found them in a trunk my father had from my Uncle Jack. Want to try them on? I have the key."

"I don't know, those things are seriously out there," Mike said with an air of concern.

Richie pressed him, "Oh don't be a baby, I can take them off any time we want."

"Fine, I guess," Mike conceded.

"So lets take off our clothes, it won't be real without that," Richie said as he started taking off his shirt, shoes, then shorts. Mike followed Richie's lead, and they both stopped at their underwear, and they both said together, "one, two,…" and on three they both pulled down their underwear revealing their cocks. They boys had always agreed that they would always do it together, to show neither one was really subservient.

Richie tossed a collar over to Mike, and Mike was stunned, "This thing is really heavy. I guess they wanted the boy that wore that to never forget he was a slave."

Richie said, "Yeah." as he took the magkey and unlocked both collars. Each boy helped the other put on their collars. They counted to three again as they closed the lock at the same time.

They really looked like slave boys, but the collars made a little bit of a rumbling sound. They both instinctively went to touch the collars when the inner surface contracted forming a very tight bond with their necks. Richie tried to calm Mike, "They just do this so the collar doesn't move around on the slave as they work."

Richie was horny again, so he started going for Mike's cock. Not wanting to be left out, Mike did the same. Both ended up on the ground sucking each other in the classic 69. Afterwards, they both did some anal, and rested on the ground for a few minutes.

Finally, after about thirty minutes had past, Richie decided to put the magkey against Mike's collar and it made a beep that sounded like a rejection. "Oh shit," Richie said. "It won't unlock! Quick, we better get back and get help."

The boys started getting dressed when two uniformed men ordered them to freeze. "What are you slaves doing out here, and with clothes?"

"We aren't slaves officer, we were just playing with these collars that I got from my uncle's trunk," Richie tried to explain.

"Likely story. We are going to have to take you back to the slave complex, don't give me any trouble now!"

Mike said, "We won't, sir."

"Now get out of those clothes!"

The other officer was inspecting the bag, and said, "Hey George, they have a magkey."

George looked at them, and cuffed their hands behind their backs. He looked at their cocks, and smelt them. "Lucas, These slaves have been having sex!"

Lucas gagged the two naked boys, and said, "They must want to be castrated!"

The two officers attached the collars together by cable and leach, and walked them back to the paddy wagon. Once their, Richie was put in the back first. The officer lifted him up and put his bum on a protrusion in the wall. Richie tried to scream, but the gag prevented it. He was strapped in, and Mike was put on the wall next to him.

"Just think again about ever fucking boys," George said. He brought a bander up to the boy's testicles and placed a tight ring around them. The boys would think it was emasculating them, but in reality it was just a really tight band around their bags.

When they arrived at the slave complex, the boys were roughly handled and brought into a caged reception area. George told the officer at the desk, "These two were caught out in Sector 4, with clothes, a magkey, and they had been having sex."

The officer said, "Well lets see who these two belong to." He brought a scanner down to the collars and it registered as "Jack Collins", and he looked up Jack Collins, finding him deceased by three weeks. "Their owner is dead. They couldn't have been free to roam all that time. We will have to get ahold of the executor of the will. But either way, they have to see a magistrate about the charges against them. Put them in a slave kennel for now. Make sure they are processed."

George and Lucas grabbed the two slaves and led them down the hallway further into the processing centre. "Lets get them shaved and cleaned, and it looks like their registration was forgotten or somehow removed," Lucas said. So the two brought the boys to a man that looked like a hair dresser. First Richie was sat down. His head was buzzed, and the man used a straight razor on his head. Mike had the same treatment. The boys looked at each other oddly, hardly recognizing each other without hair.

The boys were washed in a shower stall using blazingly hot water, and finally were put down on a bench and tied down. George said to the technician, "These two some how didn't have their registration information on their bums, we should probably fix that." The technician nodded and prepped his favourite tools in the fire. Five minutes in, he took the metal end out of the heater, and pressed it against Richie's unblemished bum. He screamed into his gag, but the man threw the boy in a ice water to prevent blistering. Soon Mike was screaming, and thrown into the water too.

Afterwards, they were allowed to look at each other's bums. They had a seven digit number raised up. But it was short lived, as they were taken to the holding area. They saw a few dozen slaves here, all of them were boys. A few of them were eating in a small caged off area, one looked like he could have been five. But their curiosity was short lived, as they were brought to the kennels.

Lucas took out the boy's gags, and were told to not ever say any sound, or else they would be whipped severely, maybe even put down. The kennels were about their size on all fours. Richie got in his and ordered to put his mouth over another gag which was locked to him. A plug was put into his bum, and a cap over his cock. He was locked in and left. He assumed that Mike was next to him.

It felt like hours they were there. He started feeling good in his cock, and sure enough the machine was stimulating his prostate. He ejaculated, but it was not very satisfying. A few minutes later a large stream of cum came into his mouth, he almost gagged but had no choice but to swallow it. This went on for what seemed like forever.

But it was only three days later, that the boys were released, and given strict instructions. It was another officer this time, "You will be seeing the magistrate today, when you enter the court room, you will walk straight in, always looking down, never at anyone. In the centre of the room you will see a small pole over a mesh grate, it is called a perch. There will be five of them, you will go on the first one you see, and let yourself be locked in. The perch has a phallus on the end of it, that you must put in your bum quickly. Any deviation and it might go against you. That could mean being put down. Do you understand what I have told you?"

Both Richie and Mike nodded. So they officer put manacles on their arms and legs, and led them to the court room. Once they entered, they made sure to look down. Once near the middle, they saw the perches. Being that Richie was the first in line, he got on the mesh and put the phallus into his bum trying not to make a sound. Mike took the next one.

The officer locked the legs and arms of the boys, and put a gag in their mouths. What they didn't see was their mothers and fathers looking at them from the defence. Their parents watched as the perches dug ever deeper into their son's bums, and wish they could take them away.

The prosecutor opened the hearing with the charges, "Your honour, these two slaves were caught in sector 4 having sexual relations with each other, possessing clothes, and having a master magkey in their possession. Their owner passed three weeks ago, and thus their ownership should have passed to Mr. Roger Collins, seated at the defence table. Mr. Roger Collins is the father of one of the slaves, and Mr. Thomas Bacamel is the father of the other."

The magistrate accepted the charges and status of defence, and asked them, "How does the defence plead?"

The lawyer for the two families said, "Not guilty, your honour."

The magistrate asked the prosecution, "What sentence do you seek?"

The prosecutor said, "Castration for the sexual offences, but the possession of the magkey can only be satisfied by termination."

The magistrate turned back to the defence, "What defence do you have?"

The lawyer for the families stood up, "Your honour, these boys are not slaves. We have records indicating that they were in school as little as a week ago, a few hours from here. Mr. Roger Collins received a trunk from his deceased brother, which contained photo albums of his brother's former slaves which I present as exhibit A. Further, the inventory of the trunk has the two slave collars. I present the theory that Richie Collins some how broke into the trunk and removed the collars for playing with his friend Mike Bacamel. During their play, the two officers caught them."

The magistrate considered for a moment, "Council, you have a convincing set of circumstances present. I will render my verdict in one hour."

The magistrate left, and the perches dug ever deeper into the boys awaiting their fate. Everyone waited in anticipation on the results, and sure enough an hour later the magistrate returned.

"Council, your argument is certainly convincing. I do find that these slaves present before me were not slaves during the period of time when their purported legal owner was alive. However, during the acts in the first charge were done under the auspices of slavery. Therefore, it is my finding that these two boys will be sentenced to two years of slavery under the ownership of Mr. Collins. These slaves will be receive thirty lashes on their backs, chests, and legs for possession of the magkey. Further, they shall be immediately castrated for engaging in sexual relations with another slave. Mr. Collins will be expected to treat the slaves as slaves, and disregard that they were relations."

The magistrate banged his gavel as the bailiff took an elastrator and banded the boys. The boys were removed from the perches and brought out to the whipping room where they were whipped 30 times with the lash.

The next day they were delivered back to Mr. Collins in kennels. Within a week they had healed from their wounds, but missed their balls. They started working on the gardening, and later in the day Mr. Collins brought the two into his room and started fucking them, like a good master.

The End