Marcus the stable hand – Marcus comes to terms with who he truly is. A faggot.
Category: Authoritarian. Kinks include, public exposure, Humiliation, Male on Male Sex, Pony boys
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Approx. 10 – 12 min read
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Slave Shorts: The slave hand called Marcus.
Marcus was a slave hand. He was one of the best ones that worked on The Manfred Giles Pony horse estate. He worked hard, and he was loyal. Two great qualities in a slave hand. Recently he had seen a drama involving some new ponies and a careless slave hand and was aware it wouldn't be long before that hand returned to the estate. He had spoken to Marcus since his suspension and knew that he was to report to Manfred Giles once he returned. Marcus could only imagine what would happen there.
The two slaves that had tried to escape received a public punishment, in front of most staff on the estate to teach them how to manage slaves, and in front of the slaves themselves, it was considered a warning.
Marcus had also looked at Manfred's seats and saw the slave hand who had caused all this commotion. He noticed like everyone else that the boy was being touched by Manfred. Marcus knew that it was a mark of disrespect. When a freeman mauled another freeman like that.
What bothered Marcus was his throbbing hard on in his shorts. His longing for it to be himself being mauled in such a way by Manfred Giles, a man three times his age. He almost yearned to be one of those slaves he fucked regularly. He saw them push back onto this real mans' fuck pole and take it as they deserved. He understood that Manfred had a power beyond just being their owner. It was almost as though once the slaves were penetrated for the first time by him they were marked with the magic of wanting more. This was another thing that bothered him. He had never been fucked, and yet he yearned this filthy old mans' cock.
The return of the slave hand who had caused all of the trouble wasn't pretty. Marcus passed by the office that morning and along with a few other slave hands witness Manfred making the now naked slave hand fuck himself on his cock from the door. The other hands where disgusted and yet Marcus could feel his medium size cock pulse to the beat of the boys' pump. The hands all vanished when the Slave Police arrived.
Later that morning the head stable hand, Lewis Walker, asked Marcus to take some papers for Manfred to sign. Marcus did as he was ordered and went to Manfred's office. The door was already open. He walked in but the old man wasn't there. He could smell fresh sex linger in the air. He saw an open tub of slave spunk on the side table, and a few drops on the desk too. Marcus placed the papers on Manfred's desk and knew he should have walked out straight away. He didn't. Instead Marcus as though pulled by hypnotic suggestion moved towards the tub of milk boys' juice and leant forward. He sniffed it. He always liked the smell of fresh spunk. He took a big whiff and savoured the smell for a moment. He came back to reality almost immediately and understood his fate if he stayed much longer. He rushed to the door. On the way down the corridor, he saw Manfred. He told him about the papers from Lewis were on his desk. He thought that was the end of that.
A day later the enslaved slave hand returned. He was naked and smooth as a new slave boy. It came apparent that he would serve Manfred in his bed chambers at the large manor house. The boy already looked broken and dripping with cum. Marcus was sure that Manfred was purposely doing this in order to be a deterrent to the other hands. However, Marcus was finding this having an opposite effect on himself. He needed to distract himself. His thoughts were getting out of hand.
That evening back at home there was a debate on television with Reggie Finn. Talking about Faggot slave rules and how he opposed the calls of them to be changed. Recently there had been a few cases where Faggot slaves had enslaved themselves by breaking the law. There was a case of a tv star who had done exactly that. Yet here was this billionaire slave trader who thought the opposite to most. He believed every man who stayed within the limits of the law should have the right to choose if he was voluntarily enslaved or lived their lives as free-fags. Reggie was asked if his own son was a fag. He replied this is exactly the issue that just because a man is gay that people who don't care to understand jump to the conclusion that they are faggots. There is a difference.
Marcus liked Reggie. In fact, most people did. Most people liked his son too, Lucas Finn. Marcus looked up Lucas online and saw how similar in appearance they were to each other. Only Lucas had richer clothes. Afterall Lucas was the son of a billionaire and he was a slave hand. If this guy was a fag, then he was lucky to have a father like Reggie that understood him. At that point in his scrolling on his computer Marcus' mother had called him down for dinner before his thoughts could be carried away.
The night Marcus had smelt the slave spunk jar he had his recurring dream of being fucked by Reggie Finn. Only this time it was different, now Manfred Giles was fucking his mouth. Then they both changed places without cleaning their cocks first. Marcus could taste his hole on Reggie's cock as he sucked him, but it made his cock lust more prominent. The two older men fucked both of the boy's holes in his dream. When they came, blowing buckets of cum inside him he woke up. He felt his cum all over his boy bod. His fag-boy bod. The first step is admitting it to yourself what you are.
He looked in the bathroom mirror and with a little sadness he said it out loud. "I'm not gay. I am a faggot". He understood the difference.
A week or so later he found himself in an unusual situation. He was on a late shift and Slave Master Lucas had left early to take his wife out. Manfred was in the stables and nothing much was happening. Manfred saw the boy watching him. He had noticed it a few times around the estate.
"Is everything sorted for the night?" Manfred asked.
"Yes, sir." Marcus replied politely.
"Come with me, don't worry, you're not in any trouble. I just want to talk."
Though he was told he wasn't in trouble, Marcus' heart was beating loudly in his chest. He was led to Manfred's office. The man poured two whiskies. He sat down on a leather chair with a tablet in his hand.
Manfred took a sip of his whiskey and told Marcus to sit on the other leather seat that faced him. Marcus did so quickly.
Manfred didn't offer the second whiskey to the boy. Instead, he turned his tablet around. Security footage of the office showed Marcus leaning over the slave spunk tub and taking his deep inhale.
Marcus' heart was beating loudly in his ears at this point. He had been caught red-handed.
Manfred chuckled. His belly shaking as he did. He leant back in the chair more. The sixty-something year old man was looking at Marcus intently, the boy was blushing and unsure what to say.
Finally, Manfred spoke. "It's ok. I am not about to enslave you for sniffing slave cum. I am curious as to why though. I'm curious why you watch me so intently when I fuck a boy, and when the visitors do too. Lewis has told me what he has observed, and he too has noticed your curious eyes wander."
Marcus spoke before he thought.
"I'm a faggot".
Fuck me, he thought he admitted too eagerly.
"I can't enslave myself. It would kill my mother, and I can't afford buy a slave husband to dominate me. I'm just stuck". The tension left his body. He was on the verge of tears. Manfred smiled and took a larger sip of his whiskey.
"There is a lot in the press at the moment of how faggots should be treated. I agree with Reggie Finn on this matter. They should have a choice. They haven't done anything wrong. It is the way some men are. Do you realise some straight men are fags too?"
"No, sir."
"Well, they are. I know a straight couple, and he wears a clit cage, and she wears the trousers". The older man paused and finished the first whiskey. "Well, this news... it's between myself and you." He started his second whiskey. "I don't believe in 0force enslaving a fag or influencing them" he smiled., "also you are a good worker. I would hate you to leave the farm". "Do you have anyone using you right now?" Manfred asked.
Marcus shook his head. Manfred then stood up and walked up to his desk. He took the pot of slave spunk he always kept around and opened it. Manfred then dipped a couple of his fingers in it and pulled them out, offering them to Marcus. The free-fag opened his mouth and allowed Manfred to insert his seaman covered fingers into his mouth, he licked them clean and allowed Manfred to finger fuck his mouth like he would have done a common slave. Only Manfred knew to tread slowly as the boy could have easily pulled back and stopped and he could not have stopped him. He was a free-fag after all.
Soon Manfred poured slave spunk on the boy's face, rubbing it into his face too. This seemed to excite him.
Three minutes later Marcus' dreams came partially true. The fat, old, sixty-something man had his beefy hairy cock inside of him. Marcus was on all fours on Manfred's desk taking this Alphas' cock. He was different to what he had seen before with others. This was a kinder fuck, he could tell. It was only slightly kinder, with more consideration taken for Marcus. But it was exactly as rough and as dirty as Marcus had dreamed. Marcus felt his calling draw nearer as Manfred's thick juicy cock pounded the boy's hole.
"Say it boy!" Manfred instructed firmly as he shot his load up the boys' pussy.
"I'm a faggot, sir!" he said proudly "I'm a fucking faggot!". The boy was in fag heaven. Marcus collapsed in defeat as Manfred purposely put his weight on the boy. Manfred groped him on his desk as his sweaty, hairy belly was pushing on the fag boy's lower back. Marcus did not cum, he just dribbled his precum down the front of Manfred's desk as the old man teased his nipples from behind.
For Marcus, it was as though time had stopped. Marcus had arrived where he needed to be in his mind, as a free-fag he was in control. Not the Alpha that had fucked him into submission.
Things changed after that first encounter. The following day Marcus was cleaning out a part of the stable showers and Manfred came into inspect. He instantly showed respect with no one around "Hello sir!" he lowered his head. Manfred was impressed and walked behind the free-fag. The relevance of what happened next was not wasted on Marcus. The much older man inserted one finger in the left nostril and one in the right. He then pulled the boys head upright, like he had seen Manfred do many times with slaves. Manfred removed his fingers and presented them for cleaning. How did Manfred know that this was a turn on for him? Once Marcus had cleaned Manfred's fingers off to a satisfactory level Manfred then began to feel up Marcus through his shirt.
"I understand that you finish your shift at six this evening and won't be returning for a week. If you wish for this to continue, then I expect you at my private residence within the hour. That will give you time to cancel any plans for the next two days. Enter through the slave entrance and then strip naked in the slave foyer and wait". He paused a second whilst pulling hard down on the fag's left nipple. "No one but slaves will be present in the house and your faggy secret will not leave their lips in fear of the consequences." He paused again twist the boys right nipple. "Do I make myself clear boy?"
He nodded his head like a slave would. Without saying a word Manfred left to go.
Marcus's cock was hard, he could feel it pulsing. He hadn't come in days, and he had not had a wet dream either. This was working out to be the most perfect week ever. Marcus was beginning to transition but he was unsure what he was going to transition into.
This was just the beginning.
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