My Infatuation with slavery - Part 1
I live in a world where slavery was legalised over 30 years ago. This was mainly for crime reduction and economic reasons. There are no prisons, well technically you might consider them prisons but we call them slave training or slave processing centres. Newly convicted criminals are sent there to be processed, learn the basics of slavery and adapt to their new life of servitude. It's not just the newly convicted who are sent there, any slave whose master / mistress feels they need additional training or anyone waiting to be sold maybe held there. Also those who decide who decide to undertake a voluntary indenture will likely end up there. Now why would anyone volunteer to be a slave? The obvious answer is money or financial hardship. Do a 5, 10 or 15 year stint and you could be set for a comfortable life afterwards (depending on how desirable you are as a slave or what skills you have). As I was to learn, for some people it's something much bigger than money or desperation that takes them on the path to slavery.
My name is Samuel but everyone calls me Sam. I'm a 16 year old (soon to be 17) boy. I live in Hampstead in London. I'm in year 12 of school, I wouldn't say I'm academically gifted but do well enough that I'll get into a half decent university. In most respects I'm average, schoolwork and grades were always decent. I'm 5'11", have light brown hair curly hair, I weigh about 70kg. I used to be quite lean but even I've noticed the fat build up around my belly in the past year, I guess I need to start playing football again like I used to in school. As I said I'm very average just like any other 16 year old lad you might see around here. The one thing that isn't average is my dick. It's 8inch uncut and fairly thick and it might still be growing. I live with my parents in the leafy suburb of Hampstead, North London. We have a nice house, my parents are well off and yes we have slaves.
My dad, James is 50, he's does some wealth management suff at a large bank. I don't really understand what he does but I know he works with some very wealthy people some of whom have businesses in the slavery industry. My dad has never shown a lot of enthusiasm for slavery or slaves (unlike some of my friend's parents), he's not opposed to it either but due to his work he has a lot of contacts and knowledge about the slave industry. My mum Janet is 47, she's a heart surgeon. She seems to appreciate the benefits of slavery, but due to her profession she believes in doing no harm to people and I can tell she is uncomfortable with some of the more unsavoury aspects of slaves such as the discipline or punishments meted out as needed. She certainly doesn't approve of some of the more extreme stuff like body modifications that can done to certain classes of slaves especially those who are criminally convicted. Both my parents are successful in their fields, we're not mega rich or anything like that but they make enough to send me to a private school. The downside of that is that they're not around a lot of the time.
I have an older sister Alice, she's 23. She moved to Scotland to go to University there and has decided to stay up there. She recently got engaged to Luke, who she met up there. I don't see much of her anymore as she hardly ever visits.
As my parent are so busy they leave the running of the household to Simon. Yes Simon is a Slave. He was the first slave my parents bought when I was about 5 years old. Simon is 35 and he's a lifetime slave. I don't know all the details but I know he's a criminally convicted slave. Apparently he's a maths genius and he tried to use his skills to defraud some casinos and bookies. He was caught and now he's a lifer. I think my parent's bought him because my dad was secretly impressed with what he tried to do and at the time their careers were taking off so they needed help around the house. A smart non-violent slave was probably ideal for them. Over the years my parents have come to trust and rely on Simon, he's not really treated like a slave but more like a member of the family. He always has to be respectful to my parents and would certainly be punished if he stepped out of line but he gets to a lot more privileges than most slaves. For example he gets to eat the same food as us, not the mush that's formulated especially for slaves. My mum replaced his collar with a nice elegant chain. Legally he has to wear a secure chain or collar around his neck, unless you were looking really carefully you'd never notice the tiny lock on his chain that prevents him from removing it. To most people it looks like a nice fashion accessory that a free man might wear. He also gets to wear normal clothes which cover up his slave tattoos. I don't really consider Simon to be a slave, he's more like an uncle I can talk to about stuff. He was even been allowed to discipline my sister and I as we were growing up as that was the only way my parents could leave us with him when they were busy with their lives.
As dad has got more successful and his workload increased, Simon has also taken on assisting dad with some of his work and often goes to slave auctions or training centres on behalf of my dad to sort out whatever dad's wealthy clients require. To ensure the household chores got done my parents bought another slave about 18 months ago. Tyler is 22, he was an American student here doing his year abroad studying law. He seems like a smart guy but was dumb enough to get caught with some weed and was supplying it to his housemates. That was enough for him to be charged with a more serious offence than just possession and it was lifetime slavery. The only way to describe Tyler is your typical American Jock. He was in his college lacrosse team, is tall blonde and has a very toned 6 pack. My mum made it very clear he is to work everyday on maintaining that. I think she likes the eye candy. Turns out Tyler was the nephew of some US governor and the US government put a lot of pressure on the UK government to let him off. Obviously the government couldn't interfere with the legal process. Through his contacts my dad was able to purchase him at a discounted rate with the promise of keeping him a household slave. Tyler got to avoid the whore houses and brothels, heavy back breaking labour on a farm or what could be a death sentence on a North Sea oil rig. That was enough to placate the Americans. Now Tyler doesn't have the privileges that Simon has. My parents decided to keep referring to him by his original name instead of his slave ID ARK-593. Other than that he has few privileges. He wears a metal slave collar, slave shorts, and he's only allowed to eat slave formula. Simon is his overseer and he basically has to do all the household work like cleaning and maintaining the garden. He's definitely not allowed to discipline me and since I've turned 16 I'm allowed to punish him if needed but I haven't had to so far. Simon always takes care of that and as far as I know Tyler is frequently punished as he still hasn't adjusted to his new reality. They seem to have weekly trips to the slave punishment room my dad has setup which I'm not allowed into and is kept locked.
The one thing neither Tyler nor James do is cook. For that we have Maria. She's also a slave but she's not our slave. Maria is owned by one of our elderly neighbours. She will come in the morning to make breakfast, bring lunch during the day if needed and come again in the evening to make us dinner. Maria's cooking is the best and that's why mum and dad are happy to pay our neighbours for her services. Maria's story is a bit tragic. She's half columbian and half Mexican and came here as a student. Fell in love with some guy here in London, overstayed her visa and had a kid with him. Unfortunately they never got married so she was still here illegally and when their boy was 2 her partner died. Soon afterwards she was picked up in an immigration crackdown. Normally she'd be deported however the kid complicated things as he was a British citizen. She was given the choice of leaving with her child but didn't want to do that as it wasn't safe and the boy wouldn't have the same opportunities in her home country. She could've left without the kid but he would've then ended up in foster care and most of those kids end up in slavery once they're over 16. While children can't be enslaved, those aged 16-20 can be put up for voluntary indenture by their parents or legal guardians. Our neighbours stepped in with an offer that allowed Maria to stay in the country with her son. She went into a 20 year voluntary indenture and they purchased her quite cheap. She'll have a decent sum of money when she finishes her term of service. The neighbours converted an outhouse building they had into a self contained apartment where Maria and her Son live. She works as a Slave all day but also gets to raise her son.
Her son is called Caleb and is the same age as me. We're about the same height, he's a lot slimmer with darker skin, looks very much like a latino boy with dark brown hair. Caleb and I are friends, we've known each other since we were little. He'd come over with his mother and we'd be playing together while she cooked. My parents were also fond of Caleb, he's a smart kid, a bit nerdy but also very kind and empathetic so they'd often let him sleepover. Of course Caleb didn't go to the same school as me, he went to the local state school and annoyingly still got better grades than me.
As we've got older Caleb would come over less often as he got busier with his own life. We're still close and quite often talk to each other about girls and sex and things like that. We only ever had a falling out once that I can remember. We were about 12 and arguing like kids that age often do and he really pissed me off (I can't remember what we were fighting about), I yelled to him "at least my mother isn't a fucking slave". I immediately felt bad for what I'd just said, I knew I'd crossed a line. Caleb burst into tears and lunged at me. Dad must've heard everything as he stopped Caleb and just hugged him tightly and comforted him. I started saying sorry but Caleb wasn't listening. Eventually dad got Caleb to calm down but it took time for our friendship to recover. Dad was so angry at me, it's the only time he physically punished me. Later that night I was taken to the slave punishment room. The room was quite bare but had a cupboard with various whips and things I didn't recognise. In the corner of the room was a slave punishment horse. Dad dragged me over to it, pulled my pants down so my butt was bare and tied me down to the horse. My hands were stretched and just about fit the straps at the end of the horse and my butt was up in the air. Before I knew what was happening there was a thwack and then another. Dad was spanking my bare butt. I don't know how many times he spanked my with his hand but he then finished with 2 hits with a cane which stung so much and definitely left a mark. I couldn't sit properly for a week after that. When he was done he did put some cream on to soothe my butt, I was a blubbering mess. I didn't realise what was happening at the time but later when I thought back on that, being tied down like that I got a tingly feeling and my boy dick would get hard.
It took a while but Caleb finally forgave me, I even showed him my spanked and caned butt so he knew how badly I'd been punished. That was embarrassing enough but then he stroked it a few times before landing a few spanks of his own. The humiliation and pain of being spanked by Caleb gave me that tingly feeling again.
These are the most important people in my life or the ones that have had the most impact on me so far. I should also mention I'm seeing a girl, Melissa. We've been out a few times but we're not really boyfriend / girlfriend yet. We've slept together and the sex is great so I'd like to have a relationship with her.
In case it's not obvious I'm 100% straight. I love having sex with girls and like any 16 year old can't get enough of it. I have no interest in guys except for one thing. I keep thinking about male slaves. Now when I watch porn it's always straight porn or sometimes lesbian porn and I wank to that a lot. Sometimes instead of watching porn I'll go online and check out the slave auction catalogues. I'll browse through the listings, looking at the photos and reading about the circumstances of the slaves that led them to being on the auction block. I was particularly fascinated with the younger slaves closer to my age as they were more relatable. Sometimes I'd switch to my alt insta account where I'm following those accounts that are dedicated to before and after pics of slaves. The before pics are often guys like me doing normal stuff like going to college, on a beach holiday, hanging out with friends or playing football. The after pics are almost always them naked or with very skimpy slave shorts, they'll have a slave haircut, the collar, the tattoos. Depending on their slavery level they'll have their cock and balls ringed, locked up or worse and whatever else their slave processing has done to them. Now when I look at these pics I'm not thinking about having sex with any of these guys. I know slave are used sexually all the time and have no say in the matter but that really doesn't interest me (at least not with male slaves). Looking at those pics always gets me hard and gives me that tingly feeling I first got when I was spanked. I first started having these interests and looking at these sort of pics when I was 13 or 14. Back then I'd occasionally look and it was just curiosity. In the last few months its turned into an obsession. I get hard thinking about these guys, what they're experiencing and what they must be feeling. I sometimes think I've got a mental illness, getting hard and wanking to this sort of stuff. I also know deep down I've got to do something about this and somehow get it out of my system, I just don't know how yet.