I was turned on to this universe by the writing of Pete Brown UK. Heated up by some stories from Steam Train. These two authors directed me to the works of Richard Davies, One Ring, Randall Austin and others. This story is set in a near-future world in which enslavement is the norm. This story involves erotic situations and actual sexual contact between males - as well as humiliation, exhibition, and much of the usual stuff for this genre. If you are not at least 18 years of age (or whatever legal age is where you are) go away now! If you are offended by the content of this story go away now! If you are in a jurisdiction in which it is illegal to read or possess such fiction stories go away now (well, it would be better if you could get the hell away from that jurisdiction). And if you are someone who cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, please go away and get some help.
_________________________________________________________________ By Master Redbeard (redbeardedsf at yahoo.com)
The captain's lawyers drew up all the legal documents. There was a place in town where working people could get ten minutes of legal help for just $20. Dad took me there along with the papers. During our ten minutes the legal assistant helping us looked over the papers and said they were all in order. He advised dad to trust that the captain's lawyers knew what they were doing, dad paid him the $20, and everything seemed fine.
I kept my impending slave status a secret from my classmates. There was a stigma to being a slave and I didn't want to spoil the last few weeks of the school year by letting anyone know what was ahead for me. I felt bad about keeping the secret from my best friend Erik. He and I were co-captains of the track team. His dad was an executive manager at Winston Industries. His family owned their own home, five times the size of ours, and they even owned two slaves. But Erik was popular, had good grades, and had a lot of friends in the town so he preferred to stay in public school.
When we considered the end of the school year, my dad went to the captain with a request. If I were to enter slavery on my 18th birthday on June 1st, I wouldn't be able to finish the school year. I had already worked so hard and gotten such good grades, my dad wondered whether my enslavement could be postponed until school finished on June 15, so I'd get my high school diploma. Dad reported back that the captain had not been pleased with the request. The captain had insisted that I enter slavery on my birthday, but said he would make provision for me to complete the school year. In making this allowance, of course he expected that my slave dates must be extended an additional 15 days. This seemed reasonable enough.
When June 1st arrived, my dad and brother escorted me to the big courthouse. We were scheduled for Chief Judge Snow's chambers. It was well known that Snow had been a college buddy of the captain, so we were assured there wouldn't be any hold-up, the captain always got just what he wanted at the courthouse. I arrived at 9 am and was immediately taken down to the judge's chambers and into a small waiting room. I was told that my father was dealing with some of the captain's lawyers on last minute details.
An hour later I was ushered into an impressive wood-paneled room. Heavy burgundy drapes kept out the sun. Even though the ceilings were so high there was something oppressive about being in the room. Even though it was a bright sunny morning, the room was dark. Seated around a desk at the far end of the room were the captain, the doctor and the judge. The doctor was a nondescript man, balding with glasses. Oddly enough the thought that entered my head was that it couldn't be possible the captain and the judge had gone to school together. The captain was tall and dignified, his skin looked healthy and tanned, his shoulders broad. The judge was a large man, so large that his breathing seemed labored, his skin was blotchy and he sat like a mountain in the big chair. His hair and beard were mostly white but with some traces of the auburn color he'd once had. He looked many years older than the captain.
The three dignified men pulled their large leather chairs close around me. I spun around feeling I didn't want to affront any of them with my back. Why were they all here? I was still in a daze spinning around when the doctor commanded, "Strip, boy." I froze on the spot. The doctor was more insistent when he said, "Remove all articles of clothing, boy."
The captain broke the tension in the magnificent room by smiling and saying, "Well, it's a good thing the boy isn't a slave yet or that would have earned him a strapping." He looked up at me and softly said, "Before the morning's over you will be my slave, boy. So get used to following orders now, for your own good. Strip naked."
My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall. I had the fat-free lean body of a runner. I had defined abs but I considered myself scrawny. I admired the boys who were more muscular than I was and I was especially jealous of boys who had chest hair while I was still so smooth and boyish. My father had told me that due to their fair complexions the men in his family had never been especially hairy.
I hopped around pulling off my shoes and socks. Then as I undid my belt and started opening my pants I felt my penis begin to grow. Oh no. How do I stop this? I very slowly peeled down my best pair of Sunday pants and did my best to try to keep my hands in front of my white briefs. I felt sure that my stiffening penis was obvious through the tight underpants. I tried to think of anything to make my penis go soft. But all I could think about was that these powerful men were going to be looking at my naked body in a matter of moments. Truthfully, I had kept my penis hidden for years. For gym class at school I simply wore my white briefs under my gym uniform and we were not required to shower. For the track team, I would always wrap myself in a towel, take the end shower, and keep my back turned. I would then pull my underpants up under the towel. Other boys may have been looking at my butt, but I didn't give them a chance to see my penis.
It wasn't that I was ashamed of its size or anything. I had simply been brought up in a household that valued modesty. My father, my brother and I always wore pajamas, even in the time since my mother had died and it was just us men in the house. I had never checked out another boy's development in the showers after track team, so I didn't know where I stood in length. I did have an idea that I had been late in getting hair and of course I knew that I was not very hairy anywhere on my body.
The doctor shouted, "We don't have all day, boy. This is costing the captain money. Drop your underpants NOW!" I was so frightened that I pushed down my white briefs and my erect cock popped up. I could feel the heat of my blushing going up through my body to my face. All three men were looking at my cock. There was a chuckling and I put my hands in front of my cock - oh no, were they laughing at me? Was I too small? Did it look strange? But as soon as I put my hands over it, the doctor slapped my hands and said, "Hands behind your head, boy."
I sensed the laughter hadn't been at my expense. The judge turned to the captain and said, "That's the beauty of boys this age, isn't it?" The captain chuckled back and said, "One of many beauties." There was something about the way the captain said that and the way the captain was looking at me that sent a chill running up through my spine. On our previous meeting I had sensed his warmth and I had liked him. Now there was nothing warm or friendly about his manner.
I don't understand why they needed me totally naked for the first part of the examination. The doctor looked in my eyes and ears, up my nose and into my mouth. He tested my reflexes and my blood pressure. He had me stand so he could take my height and weigh me on a portable scale. During all of this my erection remained rigid. Then he turned his attention to my crotch. He fingered the base of my penis, then turned to the captain and said, "You sure won't have much to shave off this one." Shave?
Then before I could wonder what the doctor had meant about shaving me, the captain's fingers moved sensually around my balls. I hissed and pulled back from him. There was a hard slap on my butt. I yelped. I think it was the judge who had struck me. He met my eyes and said, "Remember, this man will be your master very soon. You don't pull away when your master wants to inspect you."
I was mute so the doctor now tugged on my balls causing me some pain and when he'd got my attention he said, "Bow your head to the captain and say, 'Master, I'm sorry, master.' I'm telling you this for your own good, boy." I did as the doctor said. I heard the words, "Master, I'm sorry master," coming from my mouth mechanically, and then I felt the captain's large hand patting gently on my bare bottom as he said, "I'm sure this one will be a good boy and an obedient slave." For some reason the captain's words made me feel better. I was calmer and ready to proceed with the examination.
I didn't mind so much when the captain's fingers once more began exploring my balls and the base of my penis. His fingertips pulled at my thin bush of pubic hair. He seemed to weigh and separate my testicles. Then when he pushed my foreskin back and fingered my wet cockhead, I groaned. He commented, "This will have to go. You know how I feel about a slave hiding anything frm his master." I looked down horrified to realize that the captain now had my precum on his fingers. He reached for my nipple and rubbed his moist fingers back and forth leaving a trail of my own goo on my chest.
The doctor commanded me to turn around and face the desk. I was pushed at the waist so bent over the desk. Then I felt the doctor's thick fingers at the crack of my ass. My whole body tensed up but especially the cheeks of my butt. Nothing had ever entered or touched me back there - not even as part of a medical exam. My ass was slapped again. "Relax, boy," the doctor said. "You'd better get used to it." Then under his breath he mumbled, "Good lord, this is tight."
In response I heard the captain say, "Here let me try." Then I felt a different set of fingers prodding at my hole. There seemed to be two pairs of hands now. One pair was pulling my cheeks apart. While another hand pushed against my tightly closed bottom hole. The insistent finger pulled away and then I felt it push once more with something wet on the tip. Was it just spit? I gasped and cried out. The finger entered me and wiggled around. Then the captain whispered, "Mmmmm, so nice." What did he mean by that? Why did he use that tone of voice?
In my brain I kept turning over the words: Mmmm, so nice. Then my brain kept repeating over and over: This is wrong! Yes, I was only a teenager and yes I was about to become the captain's slave, but still this was so wrong. To make a guy be naked for a medical exam was one thing. But to be naked in front of three well-dressed older men, all groping me, touching my erection, and now fingering my butthole - this was so very wrong. In fact I was on the verge of speaking and asking how come three such important men all needed to be present just to examine and touch a naked young slave-to-be.
When they turned me from the desk to face them once more, my cock was still fully upright. The doctor pulled it down and let it bounce back up. He turned to the captain and said, "Above a 90-degree angle - quite a bit above. And nice sized balls." Then the doctor looked up at me and said, "OK, boy, now masturbate for us."
This time instead of freezing on the spot, I blurted out, "No way!" I pulled back from the men completely.
Before the second syllable had even finished, the captain stood up from his chair, towering over the rest of us. His quick action knocked over books and a clock from the desk. He bellowed one word, "WHAT?" I felt myself shrinking. I knew I was cowering. I was feeling small and it was like I wanted to get even smaller, to disappear completely into the floor. The captain's voice boomed and I'm sure they could hear him all over the building as he shouted, "Cancel this whole thing. I've taken out all this time for the little brat. Why should I care if his father and brother and he all end up in hard labor slavery at the far ends of the Earth. It shows you when you try to do something nice for some of these working families...."
I fell to my knees and found myself begging, "Please, please, captain, I'm so very sorry." He didn't want to hear me and railed on, "You told me you wouldn't be disrespectful, that you would obey." My whole body was shivering and my teeth were chattering, "I didn't mean to, captain. Please, sir, it's just that... well, no one ever saw me masturb... errrr, I mean I never even spoke about it with anyone... I mean I never even told anyone that I did it, sir." Tears were running down my cheeks now. My voice was hoarse when I said, "Please, sir, nobody ever even saw me with an erec.... With a... well, you know, captain." I knew my face was fully crimson.
The captain sat back in his chair, a look of amazement in his face. His voice was perfectly calm now as he said, "Don't lie to me boy. Have you ever had sex of any kind with a girl?"
"Well, sir, I kissed a girl and got my hand under her blouse," I crisply replied.
"Have you ever had sex with another boy?"
I was very fast to say "No, sir."
He seemed to think about the next question for a moment. Then carefully asked, "Have you ever had a penis in your ass? Or had one down your throat? Or have you ever masturbated another boy?"
I made a disgusted look as I shook my head vigorously. "Please, sir, I could never imagine doing things like that. I'm not gay."
Then ever so slowly he asked, "And has any boy ever played with your penis or ever rubbed his penis on you?"
Suddenly I felt tightness in my chest. I couldn't breath. However much I was blushing before this I felt my face go cold now. I had never spoken of the event. It was something that happened so long ago. I had made myself forget about it. The few times I thought of it over the years it didn't seem terribly important. It was just boys fooling around - when I was younger, a boy two years older had held me down in a pool house and rubbed himself on me until he creamed. It had all been over in less than three minutes. I pulled up my swimsuit and ran out of there. As I thought back on it, I realized I still had not taken a breath since I recalled that little episode. Now that little incident from years earlier seemed to take on a new significance.
The captain grew insistent. "I asked you a question, boy. The truth now."
I stammered and the words stumbled out of me as I tried to figure out what to say, "Captain, sir, a boy did do something like that but... well, I didn't want him to... it was all just... I ran out of there, sir..." I swallowed hard, my voice faded to a whisper as I continued "I never even spoke about it to anyone before, sir."
The doctor gave an evil snicker. "Quite an innocent lad we have here, wouldn't you say?" Why was he using that tone of voice?
My head was spinning remembering that incident in the pool house all those years ago. The older boy who had wanted me to play with his penis, who had pinned me and rubbed himself on me until he creamed - that boy had been the captain's older son, Brad. That was the reason I stopped going over there to swim with the younger son. I shook my head as if that would shake the memory away. After all, that incident had happened when Brad was just a bullying fourteen-year-old lording it over his little brother's little friend. Now Brad was twenty and halfway through college. I was sure Brad must have changed over the years. I felt sure he would no longer be interested in the childish games of making a younger boy play with his dick. I kept telling myself I was sure of all this, trying to reassure myself. But knowing I would be a slave in that house I wasn't sure of anything.
My thoughts were cut off by the doctor who bluntly said, "Now masturbate for us, boy."
I looked from one man to another. The most powerful and richest men in our town. Each of them older than my father. Each sitting back in big comfortable chairs in their dark suits. Each man had his eyes fixed on my slim naked body. My cock was sticking up so stiff it was pointing to the ceiling. Nobody had ever even seen me with an erection before this, and now these intimidating old men were ordering me to masturbate in front of them.
Captain Winston spoke softly but firmly, "You were told to masturbate, boy. Don't you know enough to follow an order when it's given?" His voice now crept up my spine making me feel dirty. And yet I was so aroused my whole body was shaking. My teeth were chattering as I mumbled, "Y-y-yes sir." I touched my fingers to my cock and the judge snapped, "Put your other hand under the dickhead, boy, so you can catch your cum. You didn't intend to get it on my expensive carpet or on our expensive suits."
I positioned my left hand right under my dick head and it was good that I did. I had scarcely touched the length of my erection and my cock started spurting. I shot so hard I lost my breath. But I did my best to catch every drop of it in my palm. My head was spinning. When my head finally cleared and I could see the three old men grinning at me I shuddered and felt myself flush an even hotter red than before. Now that I had just cum, I felt even more embarrassed about my predicament if that was possible.
The doctor took my left hand and dipped two of his fingers into the puddle of my cream. He lifted his fingers, looked at the consistency, then sniffed it, then tasted it. Before I could get over the shock of his action, the captain and the judge did the very same thing. They all muttered to each other how healthy and sexy I was.
Sexy? Why were these men referring to me as sexy? I knew the captain had a wife and family. He couldn't possibly be gay. The judge was a widower with grown children. None of these distinguished town leaders could be gay.
I stood awkwardly and finally asked, "Please, may I have a tissue to wipe my hand?"
It seemed an innocent enough question but the three men erupted. "Lick it off your hand, boy!" the doctor ordered. Then the captain and judge added the same almost in unison. I brought my cum-covered palm to my tongue. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Very softly I said, "Please, captain, sir, I'm not gay. I never..."
The captain seemed amused. "Are you telling me you never even tasted your own cum when you've masturbated, boy?" I shook my head in the negative and repeated, "I'm not gay, sir." All three men laughed uproariously and the judge said, "Oh, this one's going to be a real delight to add to your household."
The captain looked at me through narrowed eyes and commanded, "Lick your hand clean, boy. Now!" I brought my hand to my mouth and licked at it. I gagged a little bit. The smell was making me queasy. But I found the taste was neutral, perhaps a bit salty. Just as I was licking my fingers, believing my ordeal to be over, the judge yelled, "Look what you've done you little brat!" I looked down to see a bit of my white cream on the toe of his black boot.
I fell to my knees and he pushed my head down so my mouth was at his boot. I was licking my own semen off this old man's smelly boot. My butt was raised. When I looked up I thought I saw the judge's pants tented up. I figured it must be my imagination. But as I turned my body to lift myself up, I definitely saw a tenting in the front of the captain's pants. He squeezed it with his fingers. I looked up at his face and he was looking down at me. He knew that I was looking at it as he squeezed it. He looked at me with such an evil grin I felt ice cold all over and shivered.
(I'd enjoy hearing from people who enjoy the story and who have ideas about where the plot may go. You can reach me at redbeardedsf at yahoo.com. If you hate the story, hate me or hate yourself, I have no time for that. BTW: although it's told first person by the boy, I identify with the captain, heheheh.)