Synopsis.
Mark and Hugh have been lifelong friends. At 18, Hugh is the slave manager for his father's business and Mark is given a five year term of slavery for DUI. He is bought by Hugh's father and Hugh gets the chance he has wanted since puberty to fuck his best buddy. It goes bad at the start, traumatising Mark. That gives Hugh a mammoth task making amends and keeping Mark away from the worst excesses of his father's slave trade. I know I'm predictable so you won't be surprised that this turns out to be another love story.
The story is complete in 22,000 words
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MARK'S WORST NIGHTMARE
Part 1
"Come on Mark, everybody thinks you're weird. What's the big deal getting rid of your Speedos to shower, they don't leave much to the imagination anyway and your junk is so big we all know what you've got."
"I don't care Hugh, what's in there is mine, not something for all you perverts to ogle."
Hugh shrugged. Mark was his best friend and they did everything together. When Mark wanted to join the swim team, Hugh did too, and that was when Mark's attitude towards showing his body appeared. From the time they were small Mark had always worn baggy clothes and been very careful changing around anyone. He almost didn't join when he saw that Speedos were worn by all of the swimmers. He would change into them in the toilet, shower in them after training and again get out of them in the toilet. In every other respect he was a great guy, he was fun loving, always ready to party, but a serious student as well. Hugh loved him like a brother until they reached puberty, then all the raging hormones took over and Hugh realised he wanted more than brotherly love. He lusted after his best mate big time and seeing him in Speedos for the first time nearly made him cum in his pants. His junk was impressive, soft, he wondered what it would be like erect and nearly came in his pants again thinking about it. Tall and slim with corn coloured hair Mark wasn't classically handsome, but his personality turned an average guy into a pleasant and popular one, plus he had a cute butt.
Hugh on the other hand was gorgeous, a cheeky grin almost permanently across his face had the girls swooning. His upturned mouth made his lips look very kissable, very dark hair with some on his chest by the time he was sixteen, and a more than presentable set of junk. Not at all shy, everyone on the swim team had seen it erect, including Mark, but he wasn't interested, he just accepted that his best friend was an extrovert.
Mark was quite upset when they reached sixteen and Hugh broke the news.
"I'm not doing my last two years. Dad wants me to start at the bottom in the hotel and learn all the jobs. Then he's going to send me on a slave training course and make me responsible for all the slaves on the staff. He says that now we have so many it is uneconomical to pay a professional training establishment so I'm going to do it. We have loads of young slaves now because of the term slave laws that encourage Judges to give slavery as a punishment instead of junior detention. Guys convicted of stupid minor crimes get between one and five years slavery with the same rules as life slaves except for permanent disfigurement."
"But you can't, you're my best bud, what am I going to do without you?"
Hugh laughed and hugged the guy he would take to bed in an instant.
"We'll still see each other, just not at school."
Mark was upset, it wouldn't be the same. They had planned to be together for another two years at school and then college as well.
Hugh tried to lighten the atmosphere.
"Hey, don't be sad, you'll be able to come down to the hotel and we can get blowjobs from off duty slaves, and even fuck them if we want."
Mark had to laugh, Hugh was so over the top.
"You pervert, I bet you will as well. The poor slaves will be walking round bowlegged after a few months with you."
"Nah, not unless the slave's name is Mark Mulroney."
"In your dreams big boy."
"Yeah, I guess that's true. What a pity you're such an uptight guy, I could settle for mutual jack off sessions with you and be happy."
"You say, before I knew it that would progress to blowjobs and then I'd end up with a cock up my ass."
More laughter but Hugh could be outrageous now that he was leaving school.
"I guess, I'd have my cock in your mouth and up your ass at least five times a day if I could."
Mark realised his best friend was serious.
"Wow, you really do fancy me don't you?"
"Ah, Mr. Super Intelligent Mark Mulroney has just realised. I've lusted after your body since we hit puberty four years ago. I've done just about everything except tear your clothes off you to try to see your junk."
Mark was shocked, sex was something he seldom thought about. He knew all the theory about male and female sex, and he jerked off occasionally, but that was so that he didn't have wet dreams and make a mess in his bed.
With Hugh gone, school wasn't as much fun, and the crowd that he started to mix with was different, they all appeared to want to drink, smoke dope and party. Slowly he was sucked into that group, but still saw as much of Hugh as he could. He started to use the hotel pool so that Hugh could spend time with him. Of course he had more contact with slaves now, something that hadn't intruded on his life very much before. He saw them around in his daily life, gardeners, messengers, most of the staff in the shops, usually wearing just enough clothes to be decent in public, but that was all. He noticed that the hotel slaves all wore very tight fitting hipster shorts with nothing underneath and that they were all males. The age range surprised him, emphasising the new laws. They all appeared to be between sixteen and twenty-two.
"We train them quickly Mark, and Dad only buys the young pretty ones. Hotel guests like to see beautiful people. Even the backroom staff are good looking, and the best thing there is we don't even have to use our imagination for their private parts because they are all kept naked."
Mark was shocked, "What, completely naked?"
"Yep, if they aren't in guest areas they don't need clothes. In guest areas they wear the neat shorts you see, but guests can still play with them through the shorts and if they fancy one they can buy him out for a few hours, or all night. We train all of them to give good head and to take cock well. We teach them to use their gluts when being fucked." He sniggered then and continued, "I do a lot of the fuck training as well as the blowjobs, perk of my position. I'll do even more of it when I finish my training as slave manager."
Now Mark was really shocked. "Are you a proper faggot then Hugh?"
Hugh had the good grace to blush a little as he replied.
"Yeah, I guess so, I never fancy women, and dad has no female staff, he says he can't stand their menstrual cycle and other female problems screwing up rosters. He buys young slaves on term slavery contracts so they are cheap and we only feed them slave chow. The old stables at the back of the hotel have been converted and triple decked pallets have been installed so we need very little space for the slaves to sleep and we can work them eighteen hours a day. Very efficient use of labour. When they start to look a little jaded Dad sends them out to the farm and lets them work shorter hours to recharge their batteries. But they produce all the fresh food we need."
Mark had no idea slavery worked like that. After that conversation he started to take more notice of what went on. He saw a male guest at the pool one day who called one of the slave waiters and said something to him. The boy immediately went to display, that is, hands behind the head, feet astride, head up chest out. He looked terrific. The guest started fondling his junk and stroking his ass. Mark gulped when the boy was erect. He was seriously well hung.
"Hugh, look at that waiter, he looks enormous."
Hugh laughed. "Yeah, we pick the slaves for their appendages as well as their looks. That's number ten. I fuck him regularly, usually in the missionary position because I love to see his huge cock. Of course I don't let him cum, and slaves are not allowed to jerk off. Only guests get to see them shoot."
This was like a whole new world to Mark, he realised what a sheltered life he really led.
Hugh was feeling wicked when he spoke again.
"If you were a slave, I'd probably never take anyone else. I'd turn you into the best cocksucker in the hotel and the best fuck. Because it's you, I would probably return the favour, on the sucking anyway, but if you are as big as I think you are I'm not sure I'd let you fuck me."
Mark had to laugh, his best friend was just too outrageous.
"In your dreams pervert."
Looking sad, Hugh replied. "Yes, I guess so, but I do love you Bro, as well as lust you."
Mark touched his friend's cheek. "I know and I love you as well, but like a brother, not a lover."
Nothing more was said on the subject. Mark learnt more about slavery every time he went to the hotel, he saw behind the scenes, all the naked slaves, and their quarters. He noticed that none of them had any body hair.
"It's more hygienic to keep them shaved and all of the slaves are circumcised as well for the same reason."
Hugh even took him to watch a training session. The training room was a steel cabin built at the side of the main house out at the farm. He was shocked to see how brutal the training could be if a slave balked at anything. He saw how they were humiliated by the trainers and how they were sexually trained. Hugh wanted to try to induce Mark into something so he stripped completely, stretched out on one of the bunks where fuck training was conducted, if the slave wasn't standing or kneeling. He fisted himself to a good erection and then came up on one elbow.
"Wouldn't you like me to train you to take this," he said holding his cock, "I could have you sucking on it competently in no time."
Mark blushed Hugh was being outrageous.
"Very pretty Bud, but I prefer my bananas yellow."
Hugh laughed, hopped off the bunk and dressed again.
"I'll get one of the hotel slaves to take care of this when you go home," he said, once again holding his cock.
Mark was quite disgusted really, at the slave training not at Hugh's exhibitionism. He shuddered at the thought of being a slave in those conditions. He guessed that the hotel was no different to loads of other establishments and individual situations. Hugh told him of men that bought a young slave purely to use for sex, some were pimped out to customers for money if they were considered good enough, like the hotel staff. The lucky ones did worthwhile jobs and weren't abused sexually or otherwise, they were just a part of the labour market.
Nothing changed very much in Mark's life then until he graduated. The graduation party was a blast. The pot and the booze flowed freely, everyone was so pleased school was finished. Mark was looking forward to a long summer before heading out to college. He left the party quite early, but he was well over the alcohol limit to drive, as he soon found out when the cops pulled him over. Breathalyser and blood test confirmed his alcohol level and the following day he was before the judge, no messing. Results were undisputed, his lawyer pleaded mitigating circumstances and he was sentenced to five years slavery.
Shell shocked wouldn't even come close to explaining how Mark felt. He was gutted and almost in a trance followed the bailiff from the court down to the slave processing centre. He was stripped, tattooed on his left arm with a slave identification number and showered. At every opportunity he covered his genitals. This was the worst moment of his life. The shy, private boy, was now naked in a room full of other slaves and clothed overseers. The worst part was when a collar was put round his neck and cuffs on his wrists were fixed to it. Totally exposed now he had no chance of covering up.
"You'll almost certainly be auctioned tomorrow, the judges guessed there would be a load of you after graduation. You'll be off our hands before we know it, now just behave yourselves and you'll leave here unmarked."
They were all put in a communal cell and fed slave chow. Mark thought it was revolting but realised this would probably be his only food for five years.