My New Slave

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MY NEW SLAVE By Pete Brown.

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Part Six

With Steve to fuck again, and with my initial enthusiasm for Dan waning a little - it was exotic and fun for a time to fuck a lithe young man, but nothing can really compare with a good hard muscled ass, I think, I began to wonder what I ought to do with Dan. I suppose the easy thing would simply have been to sell him - now he was those few months older, and the regime of a really healthy diet and good exercise had mad his body even more desirable that it had been before, I cold turn a very handsome profit: especially as, under the tutelage of both me and Steve he had become properly sexually experienced, and I could sell him as a "gentleman's pleasure slave" which always excites additional interest.

On the other hand, I had become rather attached to the lad - he had a pleasant personality, and was always eager to please, and it now amused me sometimes to see him "riding" Steve's big butt when I liked some diversion when the TV programmes were particularly bad - a diversion made all the more amusing as Steve clearly still did not like the young man fucking him, even though Steve himself never hesitated to really thrust hard into Dan when I allowed it. At times it was agreeable to have two slaves like this, but whereas Steve was content provided he was exercised hard and given se x regularly, Dan could become bored as was more intellectual.

I thought long and hard about what to do, and then decided that it would be a good thing to send Dan back to complete his course a t college- not only would that keep him stimulated, but a slave with a college degree would attract even higher prices should I decide to sell him at some point in the future. And with him on the estate only during vacations, the sex, sharpened by anticipation and the limited time in which to do it, would become more exiting.

Remarkably, though, it seems it's not possible to get a college degree for your slave, even if you're willing to pay the fees, as I discovered when I telephoned Dan's old college, only to be turned down, and subsequently found that all the prestigious places operated the same policy. I am not however one to be frustrated by petty administrative rules, and therefore arranged to meet the Dean when I was next in New York and he was attending some academic conference or other. We had one of those amusing conversations over a sumptuous dinner - I was eager to suggest to him that money was not an issue here, although I suspected his staff would have researched my background and briefed him - in which I hinted at my interest in the various rebuilding programmes the college had underway. He in turn suggested that it needed "farsighted leaders of our business community," like me, to give a lead to the fund raising endowments of new buildings, and that in turn I would receive "the gratitude of undying future generations of students."

This whole game amused me and I indicated that a substantial donation might be forthcoming, but that I was also interested in shorter-term gratitude, especially from the administration! We cut to the chase then, and I told him I wanted to educate my slave - a slave who, I understood, had performed well academically and had been a key member of the soccer team when he had been there before.

We circled around each other - having a slave taking courses at the college was impossible.... Times were hard, money was difficult to find, even for someone like me.... On he other hand, accepting a limited number of slaves, provided they were intelligent, would show they were liberal-minded, but such a programme would cost money.... And so it went on. By the end of the evening I had made a further stupendous investment in Dan (who had now cost me far, far more than the hundred or so New Dollars I'd originally paid for him, given what I'd already spent with the mayor and so on), and we had agreed to a mutually satisfactory solution. In addition to my generous endowment of the new concert facility, I also agreed to provide a scholarship for a poor boy who was already there, who happened to be the captain of the football team. "Without money worries it was certain he'd lead the college to victory", the Dean assured me. In turn, the football team captain would agree to "look after a slave for me, making sure he was properly behaved", as "a young slave needs discipline and I was so often away from home on business" - and that slave would naturally follow the captain into lectures and so on, and would assist him in completing his assignments whilst the captain was on the sports field training - that way, the slave could be allowed into lectures and tutorial.

I was expecting some shambling hulk of a real red-neck to appear when I took Dan along to the college for the fall semester, knowing that it was usual for star football players not to come from the top drawer intellectually. But I and was most agreeably surprised to find that Bradley Warren III ("Just call me Brad, sir", he said, as he gripped my hand in his, his twinkling blue eyes smiling at me), was a most agreeable young man His family had fallen on hard times and it was lucky that young Brad had avoided enslavement (or unlucky, some would say, as a potential owner had been deprived of a most agreeable piece of manflesh!). He was by no means stupid, but understood that he did need to spend an awful lot of time on the football field, in return for his free place at the college, and that in turn this meant he had difficulty in completing his assignment which he absolutely had to in order to remain a student. We soon had the ground rules worked out - Dan was to attend classes with him and "help" him with his assignments. In return, Dan would live in the fraternity house with Brad ("although he will have to share my room, and put up with the stuff the other guys hand out to slaves!", Brad assured me). In return , I would pay Brad for "care and management" of my slave during term time. And that seemed to be that.

Although Dan was a soccer player rather than a football player, Brad said he knew Dan already as they spent time on the field and at the gym and had seen each other many times, and that Dan had even been invited to some of the parties at one of the place's most prestigious ftat houses and knew some of the other guys. I thought he would be pleased to be living in such a prestigious place now, instead of in a regular dorm. The only potential fly in the ointment came when, as I was about to summon Dan in to tell him the news, Brad looked me straight in the eye again and said "And finally, sir, what about sex? I can guarantee to keep my frat brothers out of his ass, but things can get a bit wild in the house, especially on party nights, and I wouldn't be surprised if a few of the guys wanted a blow job when they were very drunk - and a slave's usually fair game for that."

"Well, so be it. It never hurts anyone to blow another man, after all. But what about you, Brad?"

I saw his expression change. "Me, sir?"

"Yes, Brad. Dan will be sleeping in your room, won't he? And a young, strong man like you - well, you have urges. And I don't suppose studying, and all the football practice, leaves you much time for a girl friend....?"

He started to blush lightly, and muttered almost shiftily "No, sir, I don't have a regular girl friend..."

"So what do you do for sex, Brad? A fit young guy like you.... what do you do, Brad? Just fuck the old five fingered widow every night? Jerking off's all right, but when I was your age, I needed more...."

"Well there are one or two slaves in the frat house...."

"Brad, level with me! Do you want Dan to blow you?"

He brightened, and nodded.

"And do you want to fuck his throat properly as he does that?"

He nodded again, and I continued to look him straight in the eye and went on "And I suppose you'd take his ass, in the normal course of events.... A slave, living in your room.... And a slave with a cute butt, at that...."

"Sir, he's your property, sir, only on loan to me..."

"Oh it's OK, Brad. I think it would be better for Dan, and for you, if you two worked something out: it can get pretty frustrating for two fit young men to be in close proximity all the time without having sex, and that just leads to ill feeling and frustration...."

He was smiling now. "Dad aid you were a reasonable man, sir, when we talked about me helping you out like this. I'm sure there's going to be no problem with Dan..."

"He doesn't like it when I want other men to fuck him... But you're bigger and stronger than he is, Brad, so take care: I don't want him damaged permanently as you get him to understand that you're his owner at college. Lay down the rules for him, and then make him obey them."

I called Dan in then and told him the good news that I had decided he should resume his college course and that Brad would effectively be his master during the semesters. He looked worried at first, muttered something about not leaving me, and I had to remind him that as a slave, he had no choice as I decided things like that. I suppose I was pleased to see the way Brad pulled Dan close to him and rested one of his big hands on Dan's butt as he shepherded him out of the door towards his SUV - packing took almost no time as Dan had so few things - it was, after all, in Dan's best interests. And it also started me thinking about the wonderful body of Brad's: it oughtn't to be so hard to persuade him that he owed me a debt of gratitude for making his continuing college education possible, I thought.

I thought I had arranged everything perfectly: Steve was now more attentive to my needs than before, my pony Sven was performing even more perfectly than ever, as having free access to sex clearly agreed with him and his body seemed to take on an extra magnificence; and when Dan came back for Thanksgiving and Christmas, there was a renewed novelty in having his lithe body once more in my bed. As you get older, I find I need more stimulation as otherwise sex gets tedious, even with a slave with a good body, like Steve and Dan. Having Dan available only intermittently therefore gave me something to anticipate, and I had the further amusement to see whether Brad's "training" of him had taught him new tricks or had altered the way he behaved in bed. Certainly Brad seemed to have kept his promise to "look after" Dan, as the lad's body was in perfect condition: Dan told me that Brad made him work out with Brad quite frequently, and that although he could not play for the college soccer team as a slave, the Coach used him as one of the members of the "second team" for the college team to practice with.

"So college is going well, Dan?"

"Yes, sir. The work's OK. Brad was taking most of the same classes as me, so his assignments aren't all that hard to do, especially as I have the time: I'm not partying and chasing after girls all day long, and providing I get stuck in, I can easily complete them on schedule. And Brad gets good marks, too!"

"So Brad keeps you fit, and you're working hard academically, and not partying.... It sounds like the way college ought to be. So what about the sex?"

Dan's expression changed, and he looked sad. "Oh it's OK, sir, I suppose."

"Tell me..."

"I didn't realise Brad was going to fuck me, sir. I mean, I'd seen him around the campus and he'd always looked like one of those typical jocks the women threw themselves at. But the first night when I was going to sleep on the floor of his room in the frat house, he told me to blow him. And when I refused, he slapped me around a bit, sir.... And then he told me that you'd said he could...."

"That's right. It wouldn't have been good for either of you to have to live so close together without having sex."

"Well the next night he'd been out drinking after a practice match, and he wanted to fuck me... And I resisted... But he's bigger and stronger than me.... So I had to take it eventually... It cost me a couple of black eyes before he subdued me."

I nodded, and he went on "And that's how it is - he usually fucks me every night, and in the morning he likes me to get rid of his morning hard-on by blowing him...."

Dan looked so miserable, and I said curtly "Well, that all sounds perfectly normal, for a fit young guy like Brad. So why are you looking like a wet weekend?"

"I don't like it, sir! I hate being fucked.... By master Brad, sir."

"Sometimes, Dan, you are almost as tiresome as Steve!

You just don't recognise when you're well off, and when your master is arranging things properly for you.

I think it's important that you have a college education, and it's cost me plenty to arrange it - and having Brad look after you means you get into all the classes, as well as living in one of the most prestigious frat houses... And surely you don't think there's any problem with a couple of guys having sex, is there? I'd have thought you'd have got over that silly inhibition by now."

"I'm sorry, sir... But... Well, Brad's so big...."

"You mean his dick is bigger than mine? And bigger than Steve's?"

"Not as big as Steve's, sir."

Well, Dan needed coaching in diplomacy, as his answer clearly showed that he thought my dick was small! Still, there would be time to teach him that, and I showed no anger. "So there should be no problem then - and I want to hear no more complaints. I think you need to relax, and show master Brad that you welcome his attentions, instead of resisting him. It's perfectly natural for a stud like him, on the football team, to need sex, and it's not as if it damages you or anything. So I want to hear no more of this nonsense - it's time you learned that you should enjoy sex, especially at your age, when you're fit and enthusiastic for it..."

"But he fucks me every night..."

"And, as I said, that's perfectly natural for college guys. What on earth did you do when you were there before, before your enslavement? I suppose you spent all your time running around trying to please women to get the occasional fuck out of them. It just shows how much more mature Brad is, and how sophisticated the frat he's in is, that he doesn't waste time like that but spends it on the football field: I sometimes think all college boys should be given lessons in proper man to man sex, as a lot of frustration would be saved."

"But..."

"No more, Dan! You're a good slave when you're here at the estate, and I shall invite master Brad here for the spring break, I think, as I'd like a personal report from him. And, of course, it would be good to have a man like that, with his football player's body, here for a little amusement..."

I never did get to have Brad to stay, though. I tend to be very involved in the affairs of the estate, and in my role as a senior international financier, and therefore I have very little time to be concerned with the goings on in our local community. Of course I know the influential people - or, rather, they want to know me in the hope of currying favour, or collecting money from me for their pet charities and projects, but I try not to concern myself with the tittle-tattle of local policies and issues. It was with some surprise, therefore, when in February the slave announced that the Police Chief was at the door, requesting an interview with me.

To my amazement, when he was shown in, it was Chief Williams, Dan's father, whose misdemeanours had led to their enslavement. He sat down opposite me, looking very fit and tanned.

"I was not expecting to see you as Police Chief again, Williams.... After the unfortunate incidents..."

"Ah well, sir, the Mayor acted for me, and with the help of numerous influential friends it was subsequently proven that the embezzlement with which I had been charged was all the fault of a slave in the department - the poor wretch was executed before he could tell the whole story, but his guilt was plain..."

I have to say I felt sorry for the slave, who had been made a scapegoat for these unprincipled men. "It had always been my understanding that enslavement was permanent - once a slave, even if it turned out that it was wrong, there was no going back...."

"Ah, there's the benefit of the Mayor and the other influential friends, sir.... When they came to take a closer look at my affairs, it seems all the paperwork had disappeared, and without it, there was no real record of my enslavement... It seems that it had never been registered at the time in the slave database, there was a gap in the Slave Identification Numbers, admittedly, but the entry was blank.... And so I wasn't actually a slave. The Mayor was delighted to re-appoint me as Police Chief as the temporary one, an 'outsider', shall we say, had not understood our ways around here and was causing a lot of trouble for some of our most influential citizens by an over indulgence in adherence to the strict letter of the law... Everyone knows, or, rather, everyone but him knows, that the rich and powerful need a little leeway...."

"Anyway, you're back. And looking well, if I may say so..."

"Ah yes. During my period of false enslavement my owner made me work hard physically, and I lost about thirty pounds... And, if I may say so, I feel all the better for it. Every time I hear people moaning about the wretched lives slaves lead I can point to myself, and show them how enslavement is good for a man."

"I'm glad to hear it. And the purpose of your call on me this morning?"

"My son, sir. Daniel. You bought him..."

"Yes indeed. Dan is my slave. And I assure you that unlike the 'careless' local administration here, his enslavement papers have not been lost or mislaid as they are safely here together with all the other important estate documents. We had the auditors in a few weeks ago, too, and they carefully verified all the slaves' SINs against the national database, and we were completely and accurately registered."

"Well, sir, I'm afraid you're wrong. I wasn't enslaved, and so my son couldn't have been."

"I assure you he was, Chief. I have the papers to prove it. He is registered in the database, and I can even get the cancelled cheque back from my bank - a bank in New York, which fortunately is punctilious in its administration and does not lose documents - proving I paid for him to the municipality."

"No, sir. I suggest you're mistaken. I wasn't enslaved, so he wasn't. Perhaps you gave the Mayor a cheque for the needy poor in the town?"

"Chief, the position is simple: Dan is registered as a slave, and a DNA match will prove it conclusively to any court in the land. And the Amendment to the Constitution that reintroduced slavery wisely decided that there should be no possible causes for confusion or protracted time-wasting legal debate on issues like this: if a man has a SIN, and there's a DNA sample on the national database corresponding to that SIN, then the man is a slave, irrespective of any mistakes, legal processes, errors, false enslavements, or whatever. Dan is a slave. My slave, in fact."

"Sir, it is not proper that as Police Chief in our beautiful town, that my son should be a slave. Many of the town's most influential citizens agree with me.... Now, if you will just summon my son here, we'll leave."

"I cannot do that, as he is not here. But even if he were, I would not do it. As I have explained, he is a slave. And a valuable slave, I might add - you must know that 'whiteys' of his age, especially those with good bodies, fetch substantial sums.... The more so as I have chosen to complete his college education. Once that is complete, and when I tire of him, I expect him to fetch a very high price in one of the more sophisticated parts of the country - I can see him more than repaying all the money I have spent when he's put on the block in New York, or Chicago. The combination of a handsome slave with a good body, and a good, well educated brain, is rare."

"Sir, I must insist..."

"You will insist on nothing, Chief! I can arrange for you to meet your son, if you wish, but he will remain my slave."

The man stormed out of my office, and I knew there would be trouble. There was no possibility that they could ever win in a court outside the town, but the Police Chief and Mayor had other ways of making life uncomfortable: trucks bearing our produce were stopped arbitrarily on the highway to be "searched for escaping slaves", and by the time they had been unloaded, much of it had spoiled and could not be sold; every time my limousine took me to and form the airport we were stopped for possible speeding infringements, or to check our lights, or because the slave driver was suspected of being a fugitive and needed his records verifying.... Which caused me to miss a couple of planes, and made me late home otherwise; and the Town's property tax assessors announced that they would need to come and make an "exhaustive review" of the mansion, estate, and all the other structures I owned.... And that I should make myself available whilst all this was going on.

I hate losing. But I am a financier, and I soon saw how much this local harassment was costing me. It was my own fault, for not paying sufficient attention to the local politics and personalities - a fault I at once began to rectify, and eagerly started to spend money lavishly on the Mayor's opponents. I also decided to bring down the Police Chief, and commissioned a national firm of enquiry agents, at considerable expense, to begin infiltrating their people into the town's police force (an easy task, as few policemen wanted to work in our out of the way back of the woods), looking for evidence of corruption and malpractice. In the meantime, though, there was only one thing to do, and I summoned Dan back from college one weekend, and handed him over to his father.

You might have expected that there would be a tearful reunion, but far from it: Dan seemed distant, and the Police Chief appeared only to be satisfied that his "position" was now regularised, and he had little real regard for his son. And about a week later when I was in town for a haircut, I came out of the barbers and to my astonishment saw Dan chatting to Steve and Sven.

As soon as he saw me he rushed over and greeted me, and I was so surprised. "Dan, what are you doing here... Why aren't you at college?"

"Oh please, sir, don't be mad at Steve and Sven for talking to me... I was so glad to see them... Dad took me out of college, sir. Said that all the guys there knew I was a slave, and it was bad for his reputation.

And anyway, sir, he said that I didn't need college education as he was processing the paperwork to get me onto the town police force... I'll start next week, I expect."

I was so cross, as it was a waste to have Dan turned into a local oaf - the police in our town followed their Chief's example and were not the brightest in the bunch. I asked Dan if he wanted to come back to the mansion for lunch, and after looking around nervously to make sure that his father or any of his men were not watching, he agreed.

The ride out to the mansion was just like old times - Dan was comfortably close to me in the narrow trap, we watched Sven's magnificent body pounding away in front of us, enjoying the perfection of his strongly muscled butt whose magnificence was if anything accentuated by his ownership brand contrasting with his tanned skin, and Steve jogged alongside (I'd allowed him to wear slave shorts and a T again, but had kept the cinch ring on him so that there was the added attraction of a very pronounced bulge in his shorts to look at in my idle moments). Over lunch I asked Dan about college, and he said that at first all had been well - Brad had called all the frat together and they'd voted to have him as a member, as they all enjoyed having him around; and as there were no spare rooms in the middle of a semester, he'd kept on sharing Brad's. He cast his eyes down as he said this, which I of course instantly picked up on.

"Oh yes, and did he carry on fucking you?"

"Well, yes. But, you know, sir.... Well, by that time I guess I was used to it...."

I saw Steve, who was standing against one wall of the dining room neatly at slave rest, grin.

"You mean you'd started to enjoy it...."

Dan looked a bit embarrassed again. "Well, sir, no..."

"Oh, what a pity! I was going to suggest that you might like to spend the afternoon with Steve, but you know how he is... It would be cruel to make a big slave like him swim with you or run with you as he'd have a problem preventing himself from wanting sex..."

Dan smiled. "I can't fool you, can I, sir? Actually, Brad's a really nice guy. And I am kind of used to him. But now it's more of a game now when he forces me to take his dick - we both like the rough and tumble of a big strong man overcoming another..."

"A lot of men do, Dan. Some people have difficulty understanding that some force adds to the excitement, for both guys."

"But dad insisted I came home...."

Well, to cut a long story short, whilst Dan and Steve (and, I think Sven), fucked the afternoon away, I was on the phone to the Dean, and to Brad - the one who had to be called away from a charity lunch to take my call, and the other answering it when a slave found him in the showers after a game, to judge from the background noise. It cost me more, but in spite of the irregularity of it, Dan would be allowed to go back to college, and Brad seemed genuinely pleased to resume our arrangement as he hadn't relished the only other way he could see of raising money, he confessed to me: he really didn't want to start throwing the college games in exchange for cash from the bookies!

I was very amused to see the Police Chief's discomfort when it became known that Dan had returned to college as a result of my patronage as his father had refused to help him. And even more amused when he came storming out to the estate, only to find me perusing a dossier of his practices, a dossier which, in the right hands, would certainly lead to his enslavement for real this time. "So, Chief", I told him as he left, "Please ensure that in future your men facilitate the passage of my trucks, and my limousine.... I'm sure you'll want to help a good local citizen like myself, who has such a regard for your son."

I didn't go to Dan's graduation as I was in London on business that was truly important, but as a special treat I did agree that Steve should attend - it caused endless problems to get him an airline seat when travelling without a master, and he was of course not allowed in the hall proper, but had to watch from a hatchway leading off the service stairs - as soon as he arrived there he'd stripped down to slave shorts and made himself known to the college slaves, who then helped him. I sometimes think us masters underestimate the ways that slaves can band together and how they can conspire to help each other.

Dan greeted me on my return from London, and I asked him what he was doing at the mansion. "I'm your slave, sir...."

"No, Dan. You are in fact a free man."

"Sir, I'm your slave..."

"Dan, you're free. Go and make a life for yourself... Go to New York - you did well at college... There are lots of openings for good workers like you..."

"I want to stay here, sir, with you, and Steve..."

"No, Dan! You've already cost me far too much I want to see a return on my investment. Go and get a proper job..."

In spite of all his protests, I prevailed. And he left that night on the Greyhound bus. And for the next two weeks Steve was insufferable - so much so that I was sorely tempted to put him back in the shafts of the pony trap so I could constantly whip him! He kept looking reproachfully at me, and reminding me that "Dan would have liked this" and "Dan was good at this", and "Dan could have helped you with that, sir", and so on and so on, until I ordered him not to mention the lad's name again.

Steve and I had just got back from our morning exercise shortly after this, and were going past the stables, cooling off, when Dan stepped out.

"What are you doing here? I told you to go and get a job....", I asked him.

"I'm your slave, sir. And a slave's place is with his owner."

"Dan, I told you, you're a free man."

There in the stable yard, with the stables overseer, the dray ponies and Sven all watching as they were preparing for work, Dan pulled off his shirt. He still had on his heavy slave collar, and as we watched, he dropped his shorts, too, to appear naked in front of all of us - something he hated doing.

"You told me once, sir, that a slave had no need of clothes provided that he wore his collar. I still have my collar, sir... And this....."

He turned, and I saw that branded into his butt was my ownership mark.

"You never had this done, sir. But it shows the world, once and for all, that I belong to you."

Well, what could I do after that? I'm a good master, and so I deserve loyal, obedient slaves, but life doesn't always work that way, does it? But my "reworking" of Steve to make him truly understand his role had given me one "new" slave. And now I had another.

THE END

Pete Brown, London, February 2006.