Sampson Slavery Laws Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Sampson Slavery Laws Ch. 02 by Derekhello34,Derekhello34
This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler’s story from Civic Experiment.

Thank you for reading.

Rob

I can’t believe my ears. After the third modification I think I had an out of body experience. I didn’t even hear the last one but can only suspect it was awful. Filth, formally known as Tyler unlocked Rob from the table he was attached to.

‘You can speak now Filth, tell the new slave what his life will be like,’ Dr Sampson said.

‘It will be OK, eventually you will come to enjoy it. Life is good without the stress of needing to making decisions for yourself,’ Tyler said.

He sounds brainwashed, how could anyone enjoy this lifestyle, being naked constantly.

I was ushered out of the room by Filth to find my three new Masters. The look of mischief on their faces is unsettling. The three Masters are staring at me. I am happy they will get their Visa’s and maybe after a while Carl will forgive me for my prank.

I look down at my now hairless naked body. The hair just fell out leaving me as smooth as a baby. The only thing I am wearing is the metal collar. I am happy the leg restraints are gone. I’m about to begin my year of slavery. Carl walks up to me and connects the leash to my neck.

‘Come on now, it’s going to be a long walk home. We are going to take the scenic route’.

He pulls on my leash and I walk through the door of the processing plant and towards my second experience with public humiliation.

It’s getting close to evening but the air is still warm on my smooth body. The ground below me is not as hot as earlier. I look at the soles of my feet which are now black from all the barefoot walking I have done in the past few hours.

The streets are still busy and the onlookers stare at my naked body. My hairless cock bounces up and down as I walk behind my Masters.

‘I think we should test the rest of the modifications on the way home. I want to see if they are working properly,’ Pat said.

Dr Sampson had offered to show them how they worked but Pat had insisted the privacy of the lab was not the appropriate place to try them for the first time.

‘Which one should we try first?’ Pat asked.

They huddled together so I couldn’t hear. Pat walked over to me with a shit eating grin on his face that has been plastered on it the whole day. He is definitely the leader of the group. He opened his phone and pressed a few buttons.

I am getting self-conscious standing here naked. The free men on the street all look at me as they walk by. Then all of a sudden, I can feel blood rushing to my cock and it starts to grow. Within seconds I now have the largest boner of my life.

‘This is one of the modifications,’ Carl says while laughing.

Carl opens his bag and removes a piece of rope. He ties a knot around the base of my balls. He touches my dick which causes me to moan slightly. This is so humiliating it’s bad enough being naked but with a huge erection is even worse.

We walk through the streets my three Masters ahead of me. The guy I tormented pulling me by a rope attached to my rock-hard dick. A couple of teenagers, maybe 18 years old walk past me. One of them spits in my face as he walks by and the group bursts into laughter.

We walk towards a café that we used to frequent quite a bit. I am friends with the owner Jordan. I hope they walk by this place and don’t stop. I guess for the next year I won’t be going for coffees after my morning surf. I won’t be having a morning surf.

As we are approaching, I notice Jordan chatting with Zac. How could this get any worse I just want to be back at the house where my shame will be hidden. Me and Jordan have regularly bonded over our dislike of the new slavery laws. Really, I just fancied him.

Jordan is married to Dr Sampson. He opened the cafe slightly after the new laws came into place. He was very hesitant to talk about his dislike of the slavery laws. Especially since he helped bring them into place. Our conversations were always very secretive.

Behind Zac stands a lean naked slave. He has long straight dirty blond hair. He has manacles attached to his wrists and his ankles that look permanent. He is wearing a chastity cage that Dr Sampson said if my injections are a success will become obsolete in the future. He is also wearing a spider gag.

‘Hey guys, how are you getting on with your new slave?’ Zac asked no one in particular.

Jordan stared at me in shock and disappointment. Jordan has likely been told I volunteered which will make me even worse in his eyes.

‘We are just getting used to it. Maybe we can have a coffee and you can give us some tips?’ Pat requested.

‘That’s a great idea. But slaves aren’t allowed into establishments like this but they do provide storage areas for your property. I finally convinced Jordan to get stocks in. It allows your slave to be humiliated as we relax,’ Zac said.

I scan around the exterior of the building and see 5 wooden stocks set up. The type where your head and hands are held through holes in the wood. The stocks aren’t hidden in the back but in an area that receives the most foot traffic. This is going to be humiliating.

Zac directs his slave over to the stocks. As he walks by me, I notice welts on its ass and back. He must have been punished lately. It is clear he has been a slave a while he doesn’t protest, he just obeys. I wonder how long it will take for me to become like that.

On his back in bold writing is the word Scum tattooed. It takes up the upper half of his back. It must have hurt when he got it done. The slave’s ass is beautiful, I always wanted my own slave. I wanted this blond twink, or was it the injections making me feel that way.

‘This is Scum. I will bring it over later tonight to demonstrate how a slave should behave. Here is a spare spider gag. The position of the stocks makes them drool twice as much. Scum, I think, feels humiliated as it looks like it is drooling over the passing people,’ Zac explained.

‘He has no tongue and why do you refer to him as IT?’ Pat asked surprised.

‘Yes, I had it removed. The spider gag isn’t to stop him from speaking it’s so everyone can notice what has been taken from him. Don’t feel sorry for him it was a bad guy in his past life. He isn’t a he, he is just an object, an it,’ Zac answered.

I guess Joe must feel left out to my torment because he quickly grabbed the spider gag. I was hoping he might be the one to show me a bit of mercy during this time. I guess I am wrong. He attached the gag spreading my mouth completely open and pulled me by my hard dick to the stocks.

The gag was uncomfortable. I wanted to protest. Seeing my friends about to go into my favourite café made me feel like I was missing out on the fun. I suppose that’s the least of my worries. I lowered my head and then hands onto the slots and then Joe closed it around my limbs.

‘Speaking of Scum drooling over the surfers passing by. That allows us to try out a new modification. The modification to make chastity devises a thing of the past. We can edge him while he waits for us. It will be like he is getting the best hand job of his life,’ Pat said and Zac laughed

‘So, as he is drooling at the shirtless guys with surf boards, he will also be getting edged. Everyone will think he is a slave for being a pervert. Let’s go I want to learn about all the modifications,’ he said leaving us locked in the stocks.

Pat pressed a few buttons and it started. It started slowly I could feel this light vibration on my dick as if there was a device set up to it but there wasn’t. I think I can handle this it’s not too bad I wrongly thought.

The sensation grew and grew it felt like I was been pleasured by someone who knew exactly what they were doing with each second that passed the sensation grew. I could feel my dick getting wet with pre cum as I tried to resist the urge to moan. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

I have moaned as much as the next guy especially when I’m the one doing the simulating. I have had my dick sucked and played with by others and while I did moan it was mostly brought on by trying to make my partner believe I was more into it then I was.

I didn’t expect it but I moaned loudly. This was a surprise to me the feeling of a growing orgasm made me moan involuntarily. I start to trust my hips hoping I get the release my dick badly needs. I must look ridiculous in stocks. My body thrusting as I moan with drool pouring from my mouth.

I feel like a dog in heat I am so close I need to cum. The moaning is now so loud as I’m so close. There is now a crowd of on lookers all recording me on their phones pointing and laughing at me. Just as I am about to come it stops. I am so frustrated I need to come.

The crowd is dissipating as I attempt to catch my breath. There must have been about a hundred people watching me moan through my spider gag. Thrusting my rock-hard cock at fresh air hoping to push me over the edge. My legs are sore from all the thrusting.

There are still two young lads recording on their phone. Rob recognises them as the ones who spat on him earlier. They have their phone in one hand a tourist pamphlet in the other. They are clearly tourists. This might be one of their first experiences seeing a naked slave. I must be quite the sight.

‘Look at this filthy animal. Disgusting he has no self-respect humping the air and moaning in public,’ the dark-haired boy says.

His friend who has short brown hair walks up to me and spits in my open mouth. They sound like they are from a posh area in London.

I am helpless to do or say anything. I can just stand here with my ass in the air and a hard on as they speak about me as if I’m not here. The dark-haired boy walks behind me and starts spanking my ass. It stings so badly and I have no way to shield the blows.

‘The guys at home are never going to believe this Ollie,’ the brown-haired boy says.

‘They will when they see the videos Mikey. But I think we need to be in the shots or they will just think we downloaded it from the net,’ Ollie replied.

‘Yeah. Here shoot this,’ Ollie says as he walks up to me.

His crotch is now level with my open mouth. He grinds his crotch against me. My drool is now soaking his pants. I have left a damp spot on his pants. He notices this and is far from happy.

‘Look at what you have done’ he says as he grabs my hair and tilts my head back. He puts his hands into his pants and pulls out his floppy dick. He places his dick in my mouth.

‘Take pics of this everyone at home will love it,’ he almost orders his friend.

Mikey is taking pictures from all different angles. When he is finished and his friend has pulled back, he shows me his favourite one.

I look at it in disgust. How did he manage that angle. You can see Ollie’s dick in my mouth drool rolling down my chin as if I’m salivating at what is happening. In the frame is my rock-hard cock that still has pre cum leaking from it.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two more people walking towards me. When will this end, I pray for my Masters to finish their coffee. I hear familiar voices and my head just sinks lower. Its Bryce and Jack. I know they love to humiliate people. Slaves and free men.

‘Do you want us to take a picture with both you guys in it?’ Bryce asked the two Londoners.

‘Yea, can you please?’ Mikey said as he handed Bryce the phone.

The two teenagers looked at each other and smiled. They walked to either side of me and dropped their pants lightly. They pulled out their dicks and rested them on my cheeks. They looked to the camera smiling as Bryce took his time taking the pictures, he seemed to take dozens.

‘Do you want another picture?’ Bryce asked.

‘Yeah, one last one before we have to go,’ Mikey said.

As if moving with telepathy the two boys got into position. Ollie stood in front of me and put his balls in my exposed mouth. I could smell the sweat of them.

Mikey walked behind me his dick still hanging out of his pants. He stood behind me as my ass stood up in the air. He then started to hump me. I can feel the warmth of his dick against my ass crack. Bryce laughs as once again he takes countless photos of me.

I imagine from the pictures it looks like I am getting spit roasted by two teenagers.

‘OK, we have to go, dinner reservations.’ The Englishman says as he takes his phone back from Bryce. I see the two boys walk away but to my dismay Bryce and Jack remain. Jack looks closely at Scum.

‘Look who it is Bryce,’ Jack says.

‘Holy shit, it’s Todd,’ Bryce says leaning over and looking closely at him.

It clear that Jack and Bryce knew the slave in its former life. Jack walks over and runs his hands through Scums hair. Scum or Todd for the first time looks worried by what is happening.

‘Actually, guys if you have a bit of time could you do us a favour?’ Jack shouts to the two Londoners as they walk away.

The two guys look at each other as if to say why not and retrace their steps back to me. What is about to happen I wonder.

‘We have had a week-long bet going. But we need to finish it. We are tied 3-3. Best of seven. But we need judges for our last competition. Do you mind helping us out?’ Jack asked them.

The guys nodded clearly enjoying their power and the events of the day.

‘OK we both need to pee really badly. We are going to choose a slave and see who can aim and get the most into our chosen slave’s mouth. But we will disagree on who wins, so can you consult and make a decision please?’ Jack asked.

The two guys nodded. I can’t believe what I am hearing. It was bad enough Jordan seeing me like this but now two more so called friends are going to humiliate me. Jack walked up to me lifting up my head as if examining me and then did the same with Zac’s slave.

‘I’ll take Todd, another victim of the humiliators,’ Jack said. I don’t know what it means and frankly I don’t care.

They both agreed a suitable position that was far away enough to make it a challenge and unzipped their jeans. I was so jealous they got to wear jeans.

My mouth full of drool was positioned slightly up with no way to move my head. I have no defence. Bryce pulled out his semi-hard dick. It was smaller than expected and a lot smaller than Jacks who I could make out barely out of the corner of my eye.

‘3, 2, 1 go!’ Jack said.

Bryce aimed his cock at me. It seemed to take and age but eventually piss squirted from his dick hitting my hair. He directed the stream down my face blinding me as the warm piss entered my eyes and then he finally reached his target.

My mouth start filling up with Bryce’s piss and there was nowhere for it to go except down my throat. This wasn’t like when Carl pissed down my throat, I could barely taste it but now I am tasting every drop from this twinks dick.

The two Londoners were now cheering on the boys and encouraging them. The piss filled my mouth and started to pour out down my chin and down my body. How much can this guy piss I thought as it was another thirty seconds before it stopped.

Bryce walked up to me and stuck his dick in my mouth. ‘Lick it clean, savour the taste,’ he said to me.

Jack was still going with Scum. Clearly, it’s not only his dick that is bigger than Bryce’s. Scum has clearly been broken in by Zac. There is no look of shame no look of anything on his face. He is just accepting what is coming his way. I wonder how long till I reach that point.

‘OK, so who wins?’ Bryce asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

The two teenagers huddled together but it didn’t take them long before they came back with Jack as the victor. Bryce looked disappointed. I might feel bad for him if I wasn’t naked with a hard cock after drinking his piss. Zac and my Three masters returned.

‘Hey, leave our slaves alone,’ Zac ordered. Bryce and Jack smiled when they saw Carl.

‘We are just leaving,’ Jack said as he blew Carl a kiss which caused Carl to look to the ground.

‘Don’t worry karma can be a bitch around these parts. They will get what they deserve eventually,’ Zac promised Carl. It was clear he wasn’t trying to reassure us.

Zac stared at Jack as he walked away. He looks so angry at him.

Joe came over and unlocked the stock and surprisingly helped he to stand up straight. My dick was still rock hard. I wish they would change the setting. I also had an urge to cum badly. The edging obviously a big factor in that sensation.

My three Masters and Zac walked ahead of the two of us. We finally seemed to be going in the direction of home. It had been a very long day and darkness was beginning to creep in. When we arrived at the house, I had to walk naked by more strangers. I am starting to get used to it.

I didn’t realise how tired I was. It has been a really long day. I just need to sleep I haven’t eaten anything since lunch time and my stomach is rumbling. We enter the house and I’m told to get on my knees. Pat fishes his phone from his pocket and pressed a button. My dick shrinks to a soft state.

‘OK, we think you have had enough for one day. We are going to let you sleep. Is the basement all set up?’ Pat asks Zac.

‘Yep, it’s all set up but I think you should tell them the morning and night rituals first. It was a rule I first implemented a long time ago,’ Zac suggested.

‘Oh, yes good idea. To show respect for us and any free man in the room at the time. Every morning when you wake up you will kiss the bare feet of every person present and say good morning, Sir. At night you will all kiss our feet saying goodnight, Sir,’ Pat explained.

Carl comes behind me and removes the gag from my mouth. My jaw is aching from hours wearing a spider gag. I decide that protesting is useless and will only lead to a punishment before bed. I crawl over to Pat. He flicks his flip flops off exposing his bare feet.

I kiss his left and then right foot. His feet are beautiful. I have always had a foot fetish. I say goodnight, Sir and crawl over to Joe who is already barefoot. I repeat the process and Joe rubs my head like a dog. I feel so degraded.

I crawl over to Carl to kiss his feet. He was the only one who wore socks and shoes when I started my walk to the Processing Plant. He was now in just his socks. They smelled slightly of sweat. I bent down and kissed his white cotton socks. I felt a smack on my ass.

‘Didn’t you listen slave. I said you must kiss his bare feet not his socks,’ Pat chided me.

Carl had sat down at this point his feet resting on the coffee table. I crawled back to him. And as I started to take his socks off with my hands, I felt another smack to my ass. ‘Not with your hands use your mouth,’ this time it was Joe’s turn to lecture me.

I got on my knees to reach his feet. I gripped the top his left sock with my teeth and tried to peel them down. It is very difficult and takes me a few minutes to get it off the whole time my nose is buried in his socks. I eventual get both off and kiss his sweet feet and said goodnight, Sir.

I then crawled to Zac to kiss his feet and got praised for remembering it was every free man. I then got to rest as I watched Scum kiss the four master’s feet. Scum like the other three is stunning. His blond toned body is amazing. When he finishes, I ask permission to ask a question.

‘Yes, slave go ahead,’ says the leader, Pat. He nods for me to continue.

‘Can I have something to eat before bed please Sir? I am starving Sir please?’ I begged surprising myself and how quickly I had begun to beg.

‘No, I’m sorry. You will have to earn your food tomorrow. OK its bed time,’ Pat lifts me up and puts a blindfold on me and Scum.

Zac explains that Scum used to be called Todd, but he committed a terrible crime and lost his freedom and name.

‘I don’t want you seeing the dungeon just yet. We will save that for another day,’ Pat added.

He directs us both down to what was formerly their basement. I can feel cold concrete below my feet. We are directed down a corridor and into a room and the blindfold is removed.

The room is empty spare for a dog cage about 6 feet long and three feet wide. Todd seems to know what’s coming and crawls into the cage. I look at my masters who just stare back at me. I get on my knees and crawl into the cage it is a tight squeeze with two of us in there.

‘No don’t turn your back to it. Face your fellow slave,’ Zac orders.

Its awkward but I managed to do it. I am now a foot away from Todd. Zac reaches into the cage and grabs the ring on my collar and attaches a pad lock to it before closing it he connects it the loop on Todd’s collar also.

I am now face to face with my fellow slave. Our lips are inches apart. I can feel his breath on my lips every time he breathes. Our bodies are touching and my now hardening cock is pressing against his cage. I have to put my arm around him to get comfortable. My hands are resting on his ass.

‘Oh, look we didn’t even have to use the app to get him rock hard,’ Carl says causing the rest to laugh. They switch the lights off and leave us alone in the cage, our naked bodies and lips inches apart. A dreadful thought comes to my mind. I am bursting to pee.

Bryce Jack

Bryce and Jack are sat at the back of the hostel next to their vans. They are drinking beers and smoking weed by a fire. Just hours ago, Bryce had pissed in his former friend’s mouth. A former friend who is now a fully-fledged slave. Bryce was getting hard thinking about it.

They have been friends since childhood. Jack has short brown hair. He has broad shoulder and is quite tanned. He has a boyish face and could easily pass for 18 but is 24. He has thin lips and a button nose. He is very good looking.

Bryce like his friend is quite handsome. He has a similar physique but sports long brown hair. He has bushy eyebrows and a small moustache that draws attention to his chiselled jawline. His blue eyes almost sparkly they are so bright.

‘I never expected him to be enslaved for what we did,’ Bryce exclaimed.

‘No neither did I, a lucky little reward,’ Jack responded.

‘I guess so. I feel a little bad about it though,’ Bryce said. In truth he felt very bad about it but Rob agreed to be enslaved so perhaps it’s what he wanted.

‘Don’t feel guilty. It turns me on so much knowing we are the reason behind it,’ Jack joked.

‘Same,’ Bryce lied wanting to impress his friend and sound cool.

The downfall of Rob was started by them. It’s true they hadn’t planned it to end the way it did but they had orchestrated the events that lead to it.

Everybody by now had heard of the Civic Experiment produced by Dr Sampson. It had helped convince so many that slavery was not only viable but worthwhile. There were many methods the doctor used one of which was an injection that would render the person completely suggestible.

Like most drugs it didn’t take long for a watered-down version to surface on the black market. Jack knew a guy who supplied it so Bryce and Jack bought some. Rob would be their guinea pig. They invited him over and spiked his drink. Rob was now at their mercy.

The initial idea was to humiliate Rob, make him their slave for the night. They didn’t really know what they would do to him or make him do. At this point they were just experimenting. Trying to get a feel of what they could do.

The first night after slipping him the drug in a beer was innocent enough. They made him fetch their beers and used him as a foot rest. They were surprised the next day when they found Rob was still under their control. He had no memories been ordered around or what he did.

This was the day of Carls first humiliation. The pulling of the towel in front of his crush. They walked by Rob on the way to the surf. Jack discretely whispered in Robs ears. A few moments later Carl was butt naked in front of the entire street.

After a couple of weeks, the drug started to wear of. Rob no longer followed any orders. Jack still had a small amount of the drug left and wanted to use it up on Rob to have a little more fun. They invited him over for a few beers and some weed.

When Carl came to the hostel unexpectedly. The guys couldn’t resist the opportunity to humiliate Carl again. If they had known he would arrive they would have slipped him the cocktail instead but with a few choice words to Rob they had an opportunity.

As the four lads drank. Jack text Rob what to do.

It worked better than expected. Carl naked on the ground covered in mud. Rob seemed like a robot as he ordered Carl to kiss his feet. Watching the look on Carl’s face as Robs piss cascaded down on him was a sight to behold. They were hooked from that moment forward.

Jack christened himself the humiliator of free men. Bryce would laugh and follow Jack around but he wasn’t overly into the humiliation he just wanted to make Jack happy. Jack knew he had this power over his friend.

Robs biggest crime the one that convinced Joe to have him enslaved was something he had no control over. Bryce and Jack had unintentionally been the masters of his demise. When they heard the reason why Rob was enslaved it made them very happy.

Robs slavery and the reason why his now three masters believed it to be righteous was never his fault. His mean comments to Carl and his humiliation of him where all Jack and Bryce’s doing. This certainty gave Jack and Bryce the taste for demeaning men. Free or enslaved.

To get it out of their system they decided to go around the town and find slaves left in pillories or cages and to humiliate them. They decided to make a bet over the course of the week. They would find two slaves and decide upon a game they could compete against each other with.

They decided on that the loser would have to do a dare chosen by the victor. Both boys have always being extremely competitive with one another since a very young age. They both know how kinky the other can be and neither wants to be at the mercy of a dare.

The first couple of slaves they found where tied to a tree. Their hands were bound above their heads. They were left there by their Master’s so free men could ask them what crime they committed. They decided this would be the first round of their bet.

The competition was a tickling game. The first to make their slave beg for the tickling to stop winds. They chose their slaves and explained to them what was going to happen. The two’s slaves’ heads dropped as they realised what they were in for.

Jack started first and Bryce quickly followed. The slaves were laughing hard and wriggling as much as they could. There was escape for them as the friends moved their hands to all the bodies most ticklish parts. Then Bryce’s slave began to beg for it to stop. Bryce won the first round.

The next two slaves they found where by a restaurant near the main beach. Jack was in a bad mood after the hostel owner found his work to be under par. The game was his idea. He proposed they spank the slaves for five minutes. Whoever gets their slaves ass the reddest wins.

They both started at the same time. Bryce didn’t really have a chance. Jack was too annoyed and for every blow that Bryce landed Jack had hit his slave twice. When the counter reached zero it was pretty obvious Jack had won. The score was now 1-1.

The third round wasn’t as planned as the first two. They spend the morning surfing and when on the way back to the hostel they noticed two slaves tied to and x-beam. There was a sign that explained they had been enslaved for stealing food from a plantation.

Their chests have a circle with five points spray painted inside it. Their legs have 3 points written on them as does their arms. Around the cock and balls is the number ten is written. There is a young man stood behind a small desk.

‘What is this?’ Jack asked.

‘These slaves decided to steal from my father. They are my family’s property now. I’m going to make some money off them. $10 for ten rotten tomatoes. You and your friend should play. See who gets the most points,’ Said the young man. Jack looked at Bryce who nodded his approval.

They both paid for a basket each. They agreed this would be round three. Their first few throws missed. Then Bryce hit the slave on the chest. The tomato burst spraying juice all over the slave’s body. Jack hit and arm and then his slave’s balls.

It was another close round. Jack hit the legs once more but was out of tomatoes. He was nine points behind. On Bryce last throw he hit the slave square on his dick. The slave groaned in pain as Bryce celebrated retaking the lead.

They couldn’t decide what the next round should be. They noticed a slave circus was in town. Slaves’ circuses have become popular since the Sampson Slavery Laws came into place. Slaves will perform and entertain the crowd. There are also many games freemen can play with slaves.

The boys decided to play the slave chariot race. Slaves pull a freeman who has a whip around a race course. The freemen usually race each other to see who will win. Both Jack and Bryce thought this sounded like fun and decided try it out.

Jack chose what he believed to be the strongest slave.

A slave that had big muscles and strong arms. Bryce went for the slenderer slave. The race began and they bought began to whip their slaves. Whiles Jack’s slave was stronger, he was also slower.

Bryce pulled out into the lead and Jack started to whip his slave frantically but it was useless. The slave seemed to be immune to the whipping. Bryce’s slave crossed the finish line and Bryce smiled. He was now only one win away from victory.

The next round saw the two boys visit a slave auction. They both had to choose a slave that would make the most money for the state. Both boys chose the prettiest slaves. It was a close affair but Jack’s chosen slave sold for the most. Jack was happy he managed to avoid defeat.

The sixth round occurred after both guys realised, they hadn’t had sex in over a month. They decided to visit a slave brothel to rectify that. Slave brothels at first were very expensive but now there are much cheaper ones that both boys could afford.

The challenge was simple both boys would get a blowjob and the person who comes first loses. They were both excited knowing they would not only humiliate more slaves but get to come in the process. They arrived at the establishment and went through the catalogue of slaves.

They both stood in front of their slaves that where on their knees with their hands locked to their collars. Both slaves were very hot. Jack and Bryce have seen other naked before so they didn’t feel in any way embarrassed.

They both pulled down their board shorts. They are both rock hard. Bryce walks to his slave and puts his dick in his mouth and the slave starts to suck. Jack walks over a lot slower. He is not nervous just wants to let Bryce have a head start.

The two slaves are sucking Bryce and Jack’s dicks. Bryce is the first to begin to moan. Jack is trying his hardest to prolong the experience. After a few minutes Bryce comes and falls to his knees panting. The slave says thank you Sir.

Seeing he has won, and made the score three all going into the last round Jack stops fighting his need to come. He starts to deep throat the slave making him gag. Which is hard to do to a brothel slave. A minute later he comes down the slave’s throat. With the piss competition with Rob, Jack won the bet.

‘So, it’s time to pay up,’ Jack said to Bryce.

He knew he had lost the bet but didn’t bring it up because he was hoping Jack would forget about the forfeit. Although he knew better then to think Jack would forget.

‘OK, a bet is a bet. So, what is my dare?’ Bryce asked.

Jack stood up, turned around and pulled his board shorts down to his ankles.

‘Kiss my ass and say you are the superior man,’ Jack said while laughing.

Bryce’s head sank but he was a man of his word. He walked over to Jack got on his knees. He kissed his left butt cheek and then the right and said that Jack is the superior man.

‘Fair play, to you,’ Jack said while pulling up his shorts.

‘I’m a man of my word,’ Bryce said, trying to hide that his dick was now rock hard. He very much enjoyed the dare.

‘I think we should continue to humiliate people, but not slaves, for now on we should go after free men. Slaves are two easy to humiliate. Free men are the ultimate challenge. Are you game? Jacks asked.

Bryce smiled and nodded his agreement.

Tyler

Tyler and Jordan are sitting in a hot tub outside the back of Tanners home. They are both sipping on a glass of red wine with a half-eaten cheese board on the side. Jordan hasn’t made him put the chastity device back on yet and Tyler is enjoying the feeling of no cage around his dick.

‘Where is Tanner, what is taking him away from here so much?’ Tyler asked, he wasn’t used to ask-ing questions but the wine was helping with his inhibitions.

‘He is helping Owen and his army squadron in their attempts to get access to the Kingdom. With all his inventions he doesn’t seem to be able to get through their walls,’ Jordan replied.

‘Why does he care? I mean they don’t hold that much land. He has everything he wants. Is he not satisfied with all this?’ Tyler said while pointing around at the plantation.

‘He has history with the Kings son, Prince Felix. That’s all he wants he doesn’t care about the Kingdom or its land. He wants his former friend under his control,’ Jordan said sadly.

‘How does that make you feel, he is your husband?’ Tyler notices a flash of anger in Jordans eyes before he responds.

‘Enough talk about this, Tanner will be back tomorrow, let’s make the most of tonight,’ Jordan leans towards Tyler and starts to kiss his neck. Tyler puts his hands on Tylers waist and enjoys a gentle touch for a change.

Jordan moves his hand to Tylers dick and starts to stroke it. Tyler instantly feels it. He used to be proud of how long he could last but now a single touch makes his dick rock hard and ready to come. He wants this moment to last longer.

He takes Jordans hand from his dick and starts to kiss him. They are kissing when Tyler realises how little affection he has seen from Jordan and Tanner in the last few months. Tanner’s mind seems miles away and he feels sorry for Jordan in this moment. He brings his hand to Jordans dick.

‘No, I want you to enjoy tonight, I don’t know when you will have another night to relax,’ Jordans almost pleads.

Tyler shakes his head and continues to stroke his Masters cock. It doesn’t take long before Jordan starts to moan and then a few moments later he comes in the hot tub.

The two guys kiss and then relax in the tub for a few moments. Tyler realises the night is coming to an end. He swallows the last of his wine. Jordan picks up some of the remaining cheese and places it in Tylers mouth.

‘I’m sorry but it is time. Tanner will be home early tomorrow so we need to get things in order be-fore he does,’ Tylers head drops but he knew this was going to happen. He steps out of the hot tub and retrieves two towels.

Jordan takes the towels and starts to dry Tyler tenderly. He kisses him on the cheek and whispers he is sorry. He then picks up the chastity belt and locks Tyler back into it. He walks him to the shed that has been Tylers bedroom for a year and used to be Jordans.

‘Tomorrow Tanner will come back either very happy with a new slave or very upset. I don’t see either resulting in a nice day for you. Try to get some sleep,’ Jordan says as he locks a chain to Tylers neck.

Tyler lies down on the dirty mattress as Jordan locks the door to the shed.