“ILLEGAL PROCESSORS” – by Pete Brown

The demand for slaves – especially fit younger males – always exceeds supply.  The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have been largely avoidable by the prudent – many young men now never drink at all to avoid the very low legal alcohol limits, they drive absolutely within speed limits to avoid getting the two tickets that result in the loss of their liberty, and no young guy even dares touch a girl in case she screams harassment. And of course illegal parking has ceased completely.

There is still a deficit in numbers though, and in spite of the best efforts of the police (who are eager to catch and enslave the perpetrators for the large bonuses they will get), illegal slavers operate in many of our towns and cities.  In business terms the risk/reward ratio is extremely favourable, given the prices that men can fetch.

This is typical of the scene is one of those illegal operators – a young guy waits in a cage.  He was snatched from the streets in his home town and all he knows is that it was a very long journey cuffed and chained in the back of a van.  They didn’t even bother to strip him as he was struggling too much – there’s time for that later – and now he sits in a holding cage, terrified.  There have been enough TV documentaries about the operation of illegal slavers that he knows what’s going to happen to him, and he stares with mute horror at the operating table, crude instruments, and primitive showering facilities around him.  He rightly reckons there’s no escape – he doesn’t even know where he is, he lived alone so he probably isn’t even recorded as missing, and the slavers were three big guys who can easily overpower him.

The TV show he watched recently mapped out the whole process in chilling detail.  The forced stripping followed by the shaving of his body to remove all traces of hair – any man found without pubes or hair in his pits “must” be a slave, so already it begins to be hard to prove his identity.  The searing agony as the branding iron is touched to his bare flesh to give him the large “S” that is the universal mark of a slave, and then the tattooing of a SIN (slave identification number) on his inner wrist  – a SIN taken from a slave who died through overwork but whose death was not recorded so the SIN is “live” in the national database. He fears too the pain he will experience as they circumcise him – another sure mark of a slave, as slaves are almost universally ‘skinned before sale as owners want a slave’s cock head to be visible at all times.

It won’t matter how much he protests that he’s free.  Anyone seeing his naked body, branded, tattooed and ‘skinned, will “know” he’s a slave. And once he’s been through a public auction (gagged, to make it hard to protest anyway), that’s it:  under the ancient “marche ouvert” system, goods bought at auction in this state become the legitimate property of the buyer even if later they are found to have been stolen, for example.

So he sits and waits.  He has no other choice anyway – the first step in acquiring the proper way of slave thinking.

End.

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“JAK – a short history of a stud slave” – by Pete Brown

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JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE.   And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich.

Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east.  He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanage in that country, receiving only minimal education except in the harsh world of life.  When he was 16  an itinerant slave merchant called at the orphanage and paid the superintendent – absolutely illegally – a reasonable sum to take Jak off their hands, a transaction welcomed by the superintendent who in addition to the trader’s bribe continued to take state money for Jak’s upkeep. Jak’s disappearance was therefore never noticed, as he officially “graduated” from the orphanage  into oblivion one year later.  

Meanwhile Jak had been sold by the merchant to a training establishment, making a reasonable profit on the deal.  He’d taken all the risks of acquiring Jak and illegally enslaving him, and considered the return reasonable.  The training establishment worked on Jak for a year, when their unremitting regime of harsh work and punishment for any failure turned Jak from a lonely, miserable lad into a silent but obedient slave, one who had turned the corner from childhood into young adulthood.  Jak’s body benefited hugely from the training, and he possessed all those desirable attributes of a young slave fit for someone’s harem – a toned body with flat planes of muscle, biceps with the hard balls so essential in a young slave, a body shaved of hair so that all this could be seen, a very respectable set of genitals to delight any owner, and a tight ass that, it was supposed, had not yet been breached by a man’s cock.  Continue reading

“An MMA Fighter’s Trip To Arabia Will Last A Long Time” – Pete Brown

NOT QUITE THE END

Jed’s agent told the champion MMA fighter than “an Arab gentleman” had offered a fantastic fee if Jed would fight a private bout against one of his champions. Jed at first refused, as he was currently heavily in to fucking his new girl friend and wanted a couple of weeks enjoyment. But when he heard the fee – double what he made in a year on the circuit – he changed his mind.

They provided him with first class tickets on the plane to Arabia, and when he arrived was allowed a few days to relax and recover from the jet lag – with several and obedient young women at his beck and call!

On the night of the fight Jed was astonished to find he was expected to brawl naked, but he did after all have nothing to be ashamed of as his body was in superb condition and he knew he was above averagely endowed. Still, he protested, until they showed him the contract he’d signed and the amount of the penalty clause should he back out!

Jed fought the local champion, and won, as we see here – notice how Jed has that characteristic white belt around his loins, and a nice bush of pubic hair. He’d heard remarks about this as we went into the ring, and noticed that his opponent was evenly tanned and totally shaved. Jed was surprised though to find himself erect as he stood there in triumph – he thought it’s a natural reaction, though, to a strong man vanquishing another and supposed it didn’t usually happen as his jock strap, safety “cup” and wrestling shorts kept it well in check. He was a bit embarrassed, but, after all, the audience were all men and he knew they would be envious of his display as he stood there.

Poor Jed, though! The evening is not yet over. In these bouts the winner is required to fuck the loser, as they like to see the strong thighs and buttocks pounding away. And the audience also wants to see if the quantity and quality of the winner’s cum is as good as might be expected from a considerable stud.

Jed will refuse – he’s straight. And he’s never even jerked off another guy, or had a blowjob from a male. And when they tell him he must and cite the contract clause that says he agrees to end the bout in the “traditional way”, he’ll ell them to fuck off!

It won’t do him any good, though. The owner’s guards will overpower him, slip on a collar and cuffs, and pull his arms high up his back, chaining them to the collar. His arms painfully helpless and his throat constricting and half choking, they’ll use that magnificent cock to lead him to the “fucking horse” where the defeated opponent is already lying, ass up and legs spread wide.

One of the servants will stroke Jed to full erection, pull back Jed’s foreskin to show his cock fully and properly to the audience, then position the head at the opponent’s asshole. A hard slash at Jed’s butt with a punishment cane will then be sufficient to cause him to thrust forward in shock, and experience then shows that even the most straight of men can be made to fuck by the judicious application of the cane again each time he attempts to pull out.

Actually, once started, Jed found he quite enjoyed it – after all, he had fucked various girl friends in the ass from time, and in some ways there was even more fun in doing it to a heavily muscled, big-butted opponent.

“Farmers” by Pete Brown

A SIMPLE CHOICE

THEIR CHOICE

The new owners of the thousands of acres of prime agricultural land gave the former farm workers a simple choice when the estate was sold – leave their company-owned housing and move to the city, or stay on.

None of the workers wanted to go to the city as they were unskilled in anything but farm work, and knew that all labouring jobs were now filled by slaves. They were worried about how they could support their wives and families, find places to live, and so on.

So most of them elected to stay, although the new estate owners told them that this could only be at much reduced wages (although they did cut rents on the company houses). That seemed satisfactory at first, and rural life went on much as usual. But then the new demands from the company began – they threatened to replace the workers by slaves unless the men agreed to work even longer hours for the same much reduced wages; and sons were no longer to go off to college (there was no money to pay for it anyway) but stay and work on the land with their fathers.

Some of the workers unwisely decided to go on strike, which ultimately failed as there was no other work, the workers had no savings as their wages were so pitifully low, and they faced eviction from their homes. Determined that this should not happen again and that the workers “knew their place”, the Company demanded, as a condition for allowing the men back to work and keep their homes, that they wore “Company uniform as if they were slaves”.

So here we see the supposedly “free men” back at work after the strike. Notice how pale their skins are compared to slaves. Still, that will change as the summer progresses.

“Ill-Educated” by Pete Brown

The root cause of so many young men’s enslavement is that they were not educated properly.

Denied adequate education either by the low quality of their school or by their attitude to school work, they are unqualified. And without qualaifications, life in a slave society can be tough as there are almost no opportunities for free men as so much low-level work is done by slaves. So, unemployable, they become a charge on the state, and after a generous period of living on handouts, the state claims them as slaves.

Many of these young men have nice bodies, though, as they probably spent a lot of time on the sports field rather than in the classroom, and can be sold as “personal servants” or pleasure slaves. But even then, many owners want a slave with at least some education so that after sex they can have a reasonable conversation with their property, and are prepared to pay more for such slaves. Some states therefore find it sensible to put these poorly-educated slaves through an accelerated program of general knowledge education, and we see such a class here.

The slaves are of course naked, to get them used to their new status in life and to make it easier for the class tutor to discipline them with the tawse, strap and cane. It has been found that the young slaves who were previously inattentive when at high school are now eager to learn as too many wrong answers, as well as earning a humiliating “dunce cap” results in a really severe beating at the end of the day.

“ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” – by Pete Brown

ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS
The demand for slaves – especially fit younger males – always exceeds supply.
The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have been largely avoidable by the prudent – many young men now never drink at all to avoid the very low legal alcohol limits, they drive absolutely within speed limits to avoid getting the two tickets that result in the loss of their liberty, and no young guy even dares touch a girl in case she screams harassment. And of course illegal parking has ceased completely.
There is still a deficit in numbers though, and in spite of the best efforts of the police (who are eager to catch and enslave the perpetrators for the large bonuses they will get), illegal slavers operate in many of our towns and cities.  In business terms the risk/reward ratio is extremely favourable, given the prices that men can fetch.
This is typical of the scene is one of those illegal operators – a young guy waits in a cage.  He was snatched from the streets in his home town and all he knows is that it was a very long journey cuffed and chained in the back of a van.  They didn’t even bother to strip him as he was struggling too much – there’s time for that later – and now he sits in a holding cage, terrified.
There have been enough TV documentaries about the operation of illegal slavers that he knows what’s going to happen to him, and he stares with mute horror at the operating table, crude instruments, and primitive showering facilities around him.  He rightly reckons there’s no escape – he doesn’t even know where he is, he lived alone so he probably isn’t even recorded as missing, and the slavers were three big guys who can easily overpower him.
The TV show he watched recently mapped out the whole process in chilling detail.  The forced stripping followed by the shaving of his body to remove all traces of hair – any man found without pubes or hair in his pits “must” be a slave, so already it begins to be hard to prove his identity.  The searing agony as the branding iron is touched to his bare flesh to give him the large “S” that is the universal mark of a slave, and then the tattooing of a SIN (slave identification number) on his inner wrist  – a SIN taken from a slave who died through overwork but whose death was not recorded so the SIN is “live” in the national database. He fears too the pain he will experience as they circumcise him – another sure mark of a slave, as slaves are almost universally ‘skinned before sale as owners want a slave’s cock head to be visible at all times.
It won’t matter how much he protests that he’s a free man.  Anyone seeing his naked body, branded, tattooed and ‘skinned, will “know” he’s a slave. And once he’s been through a public auction (gagged, to make it hard to protest anyway), that’s it:  under the ancient “marche ouvert” system, goods bought at auction in this state become the legitimate property of the buyer even if later they are found to have been stolen, for example.
So he sits and waits.  He has no other choice anyway – the first step in acquiring the proper way of slave thinking.

“Captured Rebel” – by Pete Brown

LOCALE: EASTERN EUROPE / ARABIA   TIME : PRESENT

He was a rebel fighter, or terrorist as his government wanted him to be known, trying to overthrow the unjust regime and restore the promised freedoms to his divided country. The sheer volume of modern weaponry, communications systems, spy drones and other military hardware that the government could buy did however mean that he and most of the other rebels were ultimately surrounded in a small town. In spite of their heroic efforts, holding out against almost impossible odds for two weeks, and running out of ammunition and food, they knew they had to surrender. Although some of them wanted a bloody final battle and death, they were persuaded to hold off by their fellows as they could, they thought, eventually be released and then resume the struggle. The UN Representative negotiated the deal, assuring the brave men that they would be treated as prisoners of war under the terms of the Geneva Convention, and not as terrorists outside the protection of international laws governing the treatment of combatants.

All seemed to go well at first as they filed past the government troops, surrendering their arms. Under the eyes of the world’s TV cameras they were given a hot meal, and those with torn and shredded uniforms were provided with blankets against the weather.   The cameras watched as they were loaded into trucks – without the government guards mistreating them in any way – and they were driven off to a POW camp. All seemed fine, as there were large tents to house groups of 8, a central mess room and recreational hall, showers and latrines, and a medical facility. Several news organizations sent their reporters to the camps, and the world’s viewers saw the young, fit fighters exercising and playing soccer and apparently thriving.

The world lost interest of course, as other more “pressing” news stories crowded the airwaves. And then mysteriously groups of men started to disappear from the camp – perhaps ten or so per day. The treatment these unfortunates got from the guards was very different – roused in the dead of night they were cuffed, gagged and chained, and then threw into trucks just as if they were cargo and not men.   They stripped them stark naked at the airfield, bundling them into a small cage in the aircraft – carrying them this way made it so much easier as they could piss during the long flight with their waste simply flowing across the floor of the cargo hold. They shivered and clung together for warmth as the hold was not heated, and this was the first time that many of them had been in such intimate contact with another man’s body – in training they were of course always in uniform.

It was blisteringly hot when their crate was unloaded, and the guards here were different – they had guns of course, but were also equipped with short whips and a fearsome electric device which they soon learned was a “slave goad”. These were the means of keeping them under control. On arrival at a heavily guarded compound they were made to wash each other thoroughly – to get them used to having other men handle their bodies as we know, but the reason for which they did not suspect at this stage. After a thorough medically exam they then had most of their body hair shaved off leaving only a suggestion of their pubes to indicate “manliness”. They were separated into two groups, and those in the uncircumcised group were lined up for a simple, but painful, operation by a man in a blood-stained white coat.

The sale the next day was humiliating – strung up with their hands above their heads to a beam they had to endure the prodding, probing and intimate examination of their bodies by many, many men. Then each had a few brief moments on a brightly lit stage where what as clearly an auctioneer sold them off to the audience of laughing, shouting men.

He now stands alone, without his companions, in a space at his owner’s palace reserved for the reception and treatment of new slaves. He is almost used to being kept entirely naked now although whenever guards approach he covers his genitals with his hands in that automatic reflex action that new slaves still possess. He wonders what all this has happened to him, and why the world has let him be humiliated and treated in this way. He worries about his family back home and how they are managing without him – his young wife pregnant with their third child, and his two young suns. When will he see them again, when will he feel his wife’s soft caresses, when will he be able to take his sons in his arms?

Little does he realize that his new owner has paid considerably over the odds for him as devious inquiries to his home country before the auction revealed these family details. His owner relishes using fit, handsome young men as his sexual playthings, especially those with a proven breeding record that shows them to be “straight”.

So however much he stands there and longs fort his family, for the caresses of his wife, it isn’t going to happen. He will be tied down to one of the so-called “fucking horses” so that he can begin to learn how an owner uses a slave. And as he gains more experience and realizes he is powerless, he might even begin to enjoy the feel of another man’s cock against and in his body.

 

“THE NEW SLAVE” – by Pete Brown

THE NEW SLAVE

Jed as always had a good body. At High School he was on the football team, and all the cheerleaders put out for him. He worked construction – worked hard – and soon got landed with a wife and kids. He likes sex, and that big cock was always in regular use – when his wife was pregnant he simply went to the bar after work and there were always women there who appreciated a man like Jed for his body and for being able to “give a girl a good time”.

Then he was enslaved. His bitch of a wife got fed up of Jed always screwing around, left him, and sued for maintenance payments for the kids. Jed couldn’t pay on his labourer’s wages – he possibly could have found the money every week for the actual upkeep, but there was no way he could pay his wife’s lawyers.

He hated being sold. Even though he knew he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of as his body was fit and lean and his cock was exceptional, it was kind of different to be standing there completely naked in public. And then he realised that the buyers could run their hands all over him, feeling his muscles and erecting his cock!

He thought he’d be back working construction and indeed that was why his owner – a prominent local builder – bought him for. But before that Jed is going to be used for sex. When he was told to get cleaned up as he was going to his owner’s bedroom that night he kind of thought it mightn’t be so bad – he’d fuck the owner’s wife with the guy watching. He’d done that on a few occasions with other guys in the bar seeing him screw some bitch when they were all half drunk. Then one of the other slaves told him that their owner was a homosexual.

So now Jed stands there waiting. He’s unsure about what’s going to happen. He’s usually so certain, so in control. But stripped naked he’s uncertain and worried, as his body language testifies. The last time a guy touched his dick was back in high school when they partied and the team did a circle jerk – he hated that, but all his buddies were at it so he couldn’t refuse. He’s worried that he won’t be able to perform – he might not even be able to erect that magnificent cock, let alone keep it hard enough to fuck a guy’s ass. He has fucked ass of course as Jed likes to control and humiliate, and has taken a lot of women that way, so he hopes a male ass won’t be all that different. But even so, fucking a guy isn’t something Jed wants to do.

Actually Jed needn’t worry about his erection!   His owner is an aggressive dominant top and is not interested in Jed’s cock – he bought Jed to work on his construction site when he ran his hands over Jed’s muscular butt at the pre-sale inspection, and then had the guards bend him over so he could see Jed’s hole. Now he’s looking to go all the way, and knows that strong proud men like Jed will have to be tied down, and then will try to hold out to prevent a cock entering them. But he also knows that there’s no way a clenched ass can stop a rampant thrusting cock, and that Jed will try not to scream and shout but will ultimately not be able to contain himself as his fucking goes on. His owner loves to hear that first desperate cry of pain, anger and humiliation from men like Jed.

“JOE – A POTTED LIFE HISTORY” – by Pete Brown

Joe wasn’t much good at school.  He’s averagely intelligent, but a bit of a slacker. And once he’d discovered sex he spent a lot of time focused on that, chasing girls, getting his way, then dumping them.  So he never went on to college, and ended up in a boring, repetitive and badly paid job in a call centre.  He spent his time off chasing women, drinking with his mates, and forming part of a “mob” at his team’s matches.

Some (un)lucky woman got him at last when she was pregnant and insisted they married. And now he’s got three whiney kids, no money, and no prospects.

When he was in the lavatories after a match (and several pints of beer) Joe noticed some bloke looking at his cock as he stood there pissing.  Normally Joe would have called his mates in and they’d have done a bit of “queer bashing” to teach the pervert not to mess with proper men. But for some reason Joe didn’t, and the bloke got bolder, not just glancing at Joe as he shook the last drops of piss from his cock and started to stuff it back into his jeans, but openly staring, and reaching out and touching it.    Joe would normally have hit him then, but the bloke smiled and got out a £20 note and handed it to Joe, and Joe was so astonished that he just let the bloke walk off. Continue reading

Story: COP TO SLAVE – by petebrownuk

I was really proud to be a cop. Society runs by rules, that’s what distinguishes us from animals. And someone has to make sure the rules are obeyed, or else there’s anarchy. So I guess that all my life I’d always wanted to be a cop, and I’d never had any other ideas about a career. As soon as I left college I applied to join, and after doing the year’s training, I was in the Highway Patrol – it was great, actually: I had a smart uniform, the hours were really great as there was no need to work in some stuffy office doing overtime every day, and I got to ride a bike! Well, I’ve always liked biking, and I’ve got a big Kawasaki of my own. And after work I had plenty of time to work out in the local gym, and the force even encouraged it, subsidizing my subscription as they like to have their men really fit..

Some of the other patrolmen were “soft” on the big-time criminals – it wasn’t that they accepted bribes or anything, but that it was just too much effort to get cases to stick – they’d have their fancy expensive lawyers, and a lot of the time they’d pick ridiculous holes in the evidence, and even accuse the cops themselves of things like bias and racism! But I’m not like that – if the law has been broken, then the people ought to be brought to justice, that’s what I say.

Drug smuggling obviously isn’t my thing – as a near rookie I was expected to mostly just do “highways” stuff. But I got suspicious of the regular convoys of trucks I saw on my “patch”, as they seemed to be going “nowhere” and the out of state plates just looked well, kind of “wrong”. I tried to speak to some of the detectives about it, but they at first seemed not to be interested, and then, when I persisted, became actively unhelpful, telling me to keep my nose out of their affairs. It seemed to me that they might be turning a blind eye to this activity, because they didn’t want the work, or, worse, they might be getting bribed. Full of youthful enthusiasm I therefore decided to do a little investigation of my own. Continue reading