Unikue

Boy Vignettes
Third set

51. The Festival of 1 Germinal

On the first day of spring the jeunes of the République become a boy.

28 Ventôse 2135 – 13:20

Every date listed is based on the months of the French Republican Calendar and there are a few words that are french. The understanding is that these words are used to identify certain aspects of this society while still telling the story in English. There is a significance to the date. You are welcome to guess.

Julian was a jeune like any other in the République approaching his eighth year, he was about to become a boy. Like children of any other era, the children of the République always want to feel older than they are, so the jeunes couldn't wait for 1 Germinal – the first day of spring.

His parents were so proud of him, he has the best grades among all the jeunes and think he will work even harder as a boy. They started putting out feelers for maîtres back in Frimaire.

He was on the side lines of the soccer match contemplating what would happen in those three days hence. M. Geniale had agreed to take him on as his maître. He felt his neck and plainly felt the plastic collar he got in his fourth year. It would be replaced by a solid metal collar befitting a boy.

Of course the collar isn't the only thing, he would have to get M. Geniale's brand on his bum. He felt his bare skin where it would probably go, it was smooth. At least they wouldn't be doing anything with his dick.

The soccer coach called Julian out and the boy ran out and continued the game which would end in another hour.

30 Ventôse 2135 – 19:35

Barbara looked at her youngest son, he had grown up so fast! "Julian, can you be brave tomorrow?" she asked in her kind voice. "Mom, I'll do my best!" he softly said. Barbara started to rub his belly and working her way down to his genitals. It always relieved his stress and he started laughing. She turned off the lights and let him sleep.

1 Germinal 2135 – 09:30

Julian was happy to be at the selection festival, it was where maîtres would formally commit to be the legal Propriétaire of a boy. M. Geniale was present and he had committed to five boys this year, and the four boys plus Julian were led over to the Chevalet. The jeunes were in their birthday suits as always, not a single one of them had ever worn clothing. Their wrists were tied to the Chevalet and each winched up so they were hanging in midair.

The engraver examined the bottom of each jeune and gave each of them a slap before cleaning it with an alcoholic wipe. A red hot iron bearing the mark of M. Geniale was placed upon Julians ass. It steamed as he screamed the scream of a boy.

The iron was put back on the fire for a moment while the engraver did a quick tattoo of Julian's registration number on his left butt.

The iron was hot again, so the next jeune became a boy. It continued until all of them had screamed their screams of becoming a boy.

The boys had their number written on their breast as well, so they can be identified front or back. A final task was removing their plastic collars and replacing it. M. Geniale had paid extra for gold plated tungsten collars with a little bit of padding. They would always feel their collars but would never be scraped by them.

Before being let down the engraver spanked each boy really hard five times on their hurting bums. They were balling their eyes out, but that is what the festival is meant to do. Its a hard thing for children to become boys.

After they were let off, their collars were chained to each other and let over to a van with a large cage in the back. They were all tied down, and taken too the Chateau de Geniale.

It was a miserable ride for all five boys, they were now sitting on the bum that just fifteen minutes before had been branded. None of them had the remotest idea what branding really was, only that they wanted it because that was how you became a boy.

1 Germinal 2135 – 13:30

The boys had arrived at their destination, the Chateau de Geniale. Chained again, they were brought into a white room with a big bay window overlooking a beautiful Lac de Conestogo. In front of the window was a table with five identical protrusions.

Julian was first, his chain connecting him to the gang was released. He was brought over to one of the protrusions and M. Geniale lifted him up and started putting the protrusion into his bum. Julian of course protested and screamed at the penetration.

But M. Geniale was insistant. He said, "If you want, I can remove these," the man flicked Julian's testicles.

He was afraid, "I don't want to be a slave!"

So Julian didn't give M. Geniale anymore trouble when he put the boy onto the protrusion. In fact, neither did any of the boys. The boys were each given ear phones and locked down onto their phallic companions.

The man started playing some pleasant music with some nice treble, but very soon he cranked up the bass. It reverberated through each of their bodies from the subwoofer that was now penetrating their rectum.

52. The Good Son and the Friend

David was on the bed naked beside his equally nude father. The eleven year old would normally have a crazy hard cock if his father hadn't locked it in a rubber sleeve. But unlike him, his father was hard.

"Davy, get to work!" his father demanded, pointing had his hard cock. The circumcised penis was not unusual to David but of course no parent today would dream of circumcising their son, but back when his father was young it was common.

David grabbed his father's seven incher [18 cm] and started to stroke it. His father said, "Yeah thats more like it, suck it!" So David started putting his mouth over his father's cock and lubricating it while he went all the way down on it.

He was fairly skilled at this, because he had been doing it for over a year. He didn't like it at first, but eventually got used to it. As soon as he started sucking his father's cock, his father locked up his own. So he was always somewhat horny.

He deep throated a few times and his father exclaimed an unintelligble exuberance when his mouth and throat were coated in his seed. David was sure to swallow it all, or else his father would give him a good whipping.

His father told him, "Sit on the bed, I have something special for you." So David sat on the edge of the bed with his back to his father. His father grabbed something from the night stand and came over to him, he felt something cold touch his neck and his father closed it around his neck.

"Davy, this is your new collar!" his father said as it beeped and two prongs protruded into his neck.

"Dad, you made me a slave?!?" David asked incredulously.

"I have wanted to do this for a few months now, but I needed to save up the registration fee. Don't bother putting on those clothes, you won't need them now. But I do have one other thing I would like to do. Lay on the bed on your stomach."

David did as his father asked. His father grabbed a tube of lube and put it against David's ass and squeezed a bunch in. His father got on top of him and his hard cock was right at David's Doorway, "Please no father!"

His father slapped his head, "Don't speak to me like that slave! Now that you are a slave, this is now completely legal!" He finished his last word and plunged into his son. David screamed at the huge cock entering his anus.

"Scream slave scream!" his father yelled as he at least ejaculated into his slave's ass. His dad pulled out of the him, and no sooner was there a self taping plug drilling up his ass.

His father put a chain onto his collar and led him downstairs to a cage and threw him in. "You might as well rest for a few hours, I need to make an appointment to get you branded!"

David cried for over an hour by the time his father came back. The stronger man pulled the boy out of the cage and cuffed his arms and hobbled his legs. He was marched out to the truck where another cage was in the bed of the truck. His neighbour and friend Timothy was already naked in the truck. Only in his case, he wasn't wearing anything over his cock.

The two boys were gagged and David's father drove them to the nearest processing centre.

It was a rough ride down to the processing centre, of course the two boys didn't know they were going there. But arrive they did, and his father took him out and chained Timothy's collar to his, and they marched inside.

His dad handed the man a card, and said, "Mark and Cut x2" to the man that was just about to grab the lead from his dad.

The two naked boys were lead down to a weird chair where they were tied down to and their legs spread apart. David was immediately unlocked from his cock sleeve, and for the first time in a year his cock was rock hard.

"You have a real excited one there!" the man said, "its too bad."

The man grabbed a scalpel and cut David's bag. He was screaming into his gag, but the man kept cutting. The two testicles came free, the excess bag was removed, and the erectile tissue was rendered useless. At that moment, the man pressed a button and some heating elements under his bum flash heated and marked his bottom and his penis lost any rigidity it had just gained – forever.

Timothy saw what went on and was agitated, but his bonds were sufficient to hold him. His bag was cut as easily as David's and bum maked with the same marks.

The two slaves were let up and chained up to a post where the man started wacking their bottoms with a cane. The defeated slaves were brought out to their master's truck and they were driven home.

53. Alpha is the New Beta

Nice cautionary tale about the importance of following directions, even when there are no directions to follow!

Alpha: B is for Brandon, Brandon is for B

"Good morning Evan," Ms. Katz said to greet her eldest son.

She opened up the blinds and Evan winked at the bright son coming in. "Good morning mom!" Evan replied.

"I need you to go feed 17 and your brother. He spent the night with seventeen, so he can eat like him too," she instructed.

After his mother left, the naked twelve year old got out of bed and put on some boxers to cover his morning wood. He walked down to the basement where 17‘s cage was kept, and saw a naked 17 curled up with a naked Brandon - his brother.

Evan thought to himself, "I don't know why mom indulges Brandon in these slave fantasies, but if he wants to sleep with the 17 he can live like him too."

Evan took his boxers off and opened the cage. He ordered 17 and Brandon out of the cage. 17 was a nice trained ten year old slave they had acquired two years ago. 17 was quick and on his knees with his arms behind his head. Brandon came slowly after and assumed the same position.

"B, you are too slow. Bend over the cage!" Evan ordered his brother. Slaves don't have names so when he uses just his brother's first letter as his name it is symbolic of talking not about his brother Brandon, but of the slave B.

Brandon immediately said, "No!"

Evan quickly grabbed Brandon's arms. He threw B against the cage and secured his arms, bending him over the cage. He took a paddle and wacked B's behind ten times fast. B cried and yelled in pain.

Evan released him and told B, "Assume the position."

The hurt B was kneeling next to 17 rather quickly this time. Evan put out his morning wood in front of B's face and B took it into his mouth and gave him a really good blow job.

Evan grabbed two pairs of handcuffs and secured both B and 17's s hands behind their backs.

"Now go upstairs into the dining room and wait to be fed," Evan ordered the pair of naked boys.

He put his own boxers on and went up to his room to get his shorts and t-shirt on. When he went back to the kitchen he found his parents eating their bacon and eggs with a plate waiting for him. The two slaves were kneeling before their feeding stations. A family that ends up with a slave will usually have two feeding stations installed just in case on breaks, they don't have to feed the slave something more expensive.

Just before the two boys kneeling were what looked like two soft penises. The original inventor of the slave feeding station thought it appropriate to make it shaped like a cock, so every feeding station made ever since has always been in the shape of a cock. But the swiss model that they got added a bonus feature. The slaves only get fed if they can arouse the machine like they would have to their master's cock.

Evan ordered the two, "put the feeding tube into your mouths and wait." After the boys put the cock shaft into their mouths, he put the harness around their heads and put a collar around B's neck. "Now suck!" he ordered.

The two boys starting licking and moving up and down the cock shaft. It became really hard and just as it was about to ejaculate into the waiting boy's mouths, the harness around their heads pulled their heads closer to the shaft and it extended just past their gag reflex and ejaculated half a litre of cum-feed into their throats and making sure to coat their mouths. The boys were released, but the cock shaft and harness stayed attached, gagging them.

His father said, "Evan, did you really need to gag your brother?"

Evan defended himself, "Dad, if Brandon really wants to be with 17 so much, then maybe he should join him."

Because their society doesn't exactly encourage the mixing of slaves and free-borns, his father accepted his logic. "Very well, we can let Brandon be B for a week."

Brandon looked at them with eyes of concern, but couldn't say anything because B had gotten him gagged.

Evan countered, "Are you sure a week really does it Dad? Why not a month or six? The harvest is coming up in a few weeks."

His mother interjected, "Evan, you are right of course. Dan, I think three months aught to do it, what do you think?"

His father thought about it, "Ok, Evan, take your brother and 17 down to the town hall and get him registered. He will be a slave for the next four months. He can be used for farm labour and maybe the school can use him for sex education. I think you have a class on that this week?"

Evan replied, "Yes dad. They usually like to bring in two slaves and have them demonstrate. I heard last year they even brought in some younger mares so the class could practice. Dad, what about grading? Even with a short enslavement they have to grade them don't they?"

His mother thought for a moment, "Evan, look at your brother for a moment. He should get graded at least AAA."

Evan said, "But mom, do you remember Charlie? He was pretty good looking, but he was graded a D and was hanged with the rest of the slaves that didn't pass."

Brandon was starting to cry at the thought, they were going to enslave him for reals this time. He might be put down.

His father interjected, "That boy Charlie was morbidly obese and you know it."

Evan said, "Okay dad, what about racing? Brandon always does track and field, and just a few weeks ago he did the 1500 metre run in almost record timing."

"I don't think they take runners for any less than six months," his mother said. "How about you let me just take him down and be graded first, I can find out if they would take him for running," Evan offered.

His dad said, "Lets do that. You can decide how long, but don't make it too long. He is still your brother."

Evan replied, "Yes, dad," but thought, "My brother wouldn't be sleeping in a slave cage."

Beta: What's in a number?

After Evan's parents had gone to work, he walked down the street of their village with a leash connected to 17's collar, which in turn connects to B's collar. Neither of the collared boys were wearing any clothes or shoes. This didn't bother 17 because he was used to it, but B's feet had only ever used shoes.

It was a ten minute walk to the Town Hall. After Evan arrived, he walked them back to the processing entrance. He saw a sign for the slave incoming area but couldn't see where he would go in. So he walked into the door with 17 and B. Inside was a turnstyle, so he went in with his charges.

Through another door he saw about thirty boys from B's age up past his own all naked in a line. He saw a man behind a counter and walked up to him with the boys. The man asked him, "What are you doing with clothes on in a slave intake centre?"

Evan was surprised. He said, "I didn't see any other way in, sir. I am here to commit this boy [pointing at B] to a short term enslavement." Giving the man a letter from his father.

The man read the letter, "I see, so you think that boy could be a runner? You know that the boy has to be enslaved for no less than eighteen months right?"

Evan considered for a moment, "We were hoping for no less than six months."

The man replied, "Well lets see how his grading goes. Now you have a little bit of a problem yourself, any boys that enter this room have to be enslaved. It is the law. So if you kindly would take off your clothes we can make this as painless as possible.'

Evan quickly looked around panicing a little, but two men were already taking B and 17. So Evan took off his t-shirt and shorts to reveal his penis to everyone. The men took 17 aside, because he was already a slave, and brought Evan and B over to the slave line.

Evan saw his friend Roger right in front of him. "Roger, what are you doing here?" he asked.

Roger replied, "The slavers came to the school today and took twenty boys to service the town's debt. I guess they are a little behind. What about you?"

Evan said, "I had to bring my brother here, he kept staying with 17, so we figured we should let him be a slave if he wants to be with one. But I didn't know where to go so I had to come in here, only I didn't know that I wasn't allowed here."

Roger said, "Maybe they will go easy on you."

The line dwindled over the next hour, and suddenly Evan was taken into be processed. The boy was washed and given a buzz cut. He recieved a tatoo on his left arm that said 066. The graders looked all over the boy's body gauging fat and muscle here, size of erection, how big of bum. They gave him a stamp of "A" on his bum.

His brother came next, and like his mother predicted B got a grade of 'AAA'. Although B was now 067. Evan was locked into an examination station with about fifteen other boys. They were given a spray antiseptic on their genitals while a plug was put up their bums. Evan cried out at the invader while his testicles were being excised.

Evan and three other boys were brought over another station and had their arms put behind their backs. Their arms were brought together horizontally and put into a rubber mold which had a hot plastic inserted into it. The machine compressed the mold and the plastic solidified around their arms.

His arms were in a surprisingly relaxed position. But he wasn't done yet, he had his eight front teeth removed and replaced with metal mounts. A tube went into his mouth and just around his throat, mounting on to the metal pieces. His mouth would be shut permanantly. They finished with a mask around his head they was welded shut.

He and the other three boys were lead over to something they could barely feel, and they were completely blind. A boy's voice was heard, "yewah" with the crackling of a whip that all the four boys felt on their backs and behinds. So they four boys tried moving forward and surprisingly started to move.

066 had joined a pony crew.

067 on the other hand was put into the cart with 017. There were a few other boys in the cart, all of them had their balls. It took them an hour to reach the stables, but when they arrived 067 found out that he was accepted for running – and to his everlasting joy 017 was accepted as well.

Over the next month 067 and 017 trained really hard and were among the fastest slaves among the running crew. 067 and 017 both had their gags removed after they came in first and second respectively. Their owner addressed them, "You two have done extremely well. Broke a few records that even my boys couldn't match. I want to give both of you a gift. 066 is your brother 067. If you would like, you both can have your way with him in the stables."

067 looked up toward master and asked, "Master, if it would please you we would just like to be together. We love each other."

Their master thought about it, and said, "I will let you couple, if you would both impregnate some of my mares. While 017 is on a permanant contract with your family, I only have you for another sixteen months – and your genes must not go to waste."

So 067 and 017 joined for a night of pleasure they had not felt in months. One penis going into one ass, and later switching it around. Some of the mares got used to both of them, and they started bearing children. Of course a child of a slave is a slave, so master just got better runners in the future.

But the big race is coming up, and both of the them wanted to beat the other.

54. A Boy Enters the Room

Here is a kind of artsy tiny story.

Sandra was in the small room getting things ready. There was a one way glass on one wall, and two door ways – one on each wall. The table in the middle of the room was prepared like it always was – a collar in the middle and a clipboard next to it.

She left the room to watch from the viewing area, and she said over the radio "Send in the first one."

She watched the door open and a cute boy walked in. The boy had already been stripped of his clothing. She looked up the file, "Matthew Johnson" was the boy's name.

The naked boy covered his crotch with his hands while he looked around.

Of course they always do that, what else is a boy to think when he is taken from school, stripped naked, and sent into a small room without any word said.

I would be confused too.

It took a few minutes for the awkward boy to speak. Matthew yelled out "Is anyone there?"

No response.

"What am I doing here?"

Silence.

Sandra decided to press another button that opened the collar.

The confused boy looked at the collar.

Sandra became wet admiring the boy, beautiful white skin, with a slim tone but good muscles for a ten year old.

With only one apparent option Matthew picked up the collar and put it around his neck. It closed and beeped.

Sandra said outloud, "Another slave. I think I might keep this one for a while."

The lower part of the second door was opened, and Matthew got on his hands and knees climbing through it.

The slave was now in his cage.

Sandra came out and made a sign that the slave should be silent. She reached in and put a gag into his mouth. Afterwards she ordered the boy be sent to her quarters.

He would be licking her later, that she was sure of, but she wasn't sure if she would let him keep his balls.

55. On the Valuation of Boys

An article about how boys are sold and valued.

It is said that the value of a boy does not manifest in gold alone, yet behold it is gold by which we measure it.
Paula McKee

The experienced buyer at the fair and the markets of Lower York can usually put a value on a boy just by looking at him. Some of the lesser experienced buyers need to inspect, but that isn't to say that inspection is shunned by those more experienced - they certainly want to confirm their instincts.

But where does that leave the average member of the public? The boys offered up at the fairs and auctions have to come from somewhere. It is more often than not from local members of the community offering their boys for sale or lease.

Although legally there are many different classifications of slaves, for the purposes of this article we are interested in two main categories: livestock and indenture. To understand these two terms, I will put them in perspective.

If you go to the average farm growing corn or marijuana you will see up to a few dozen naked boys. Upon closer inspection you will find that about ninety five percent of all of these boys have been castrated. These are boys that have become livestock.

Only thirty percent of all livestock were bred for that purpose, most are enslaved between eight and twelve years old, and like all slaves they remain that age physically until they die. Once age locked, these slaves will have a good ten to twelve seasons before they are put down.

Most boys used in the service industry, such as McKing's or the local brothel are only temporarily enslaved. Often the maximum term is five years, but two and three year terms are also common. The boys will usually range from age eight to twelve just as in livestock. These type of slaves are indentured.

Most folks in the city are likely to encounter indentured slaves, and typically about fifty percent of them will be castrated.

The most common place for indentured slaves to acquired is the local fair, while a market or auction is the preferred place for livestock.

Now that we have covered the most common types of slaves and where they are bought and sold, it is time to consider how much you can expect a slave to cost.

A market specializes in large blocks of livestock, the best markets sell grade AAA by the dozen. The prices are more predictable for farmers and industrialists. But for lower quantities of livestock, we have to go to the auction house. Because smaller breeders only have a few boys at a time ready for sale, the auction house obtains lots for them more easily.

Somebody going to a market can expect to spend about three hundred kilocreds (kcd) on a lot of a dozen boys. Although that sounds like a lot of money, consider a farm needing a dozen boys. That dozen, you can expect about eight years minimum out of good stock - that works out to about 3.1 kcd per year per boy. A farmer with a reasonable harvest of a cash crop can expect each boy to bring in at least ten times that much in crops.

But most readers at home are more likely to be visiting a fair. Fairs started off as purely entertainment moving around small county towns. All fairs still have plenty of attractions, although some have moved to fixed locations in towns now. All fairs will always require boys under the age of fourteen to be naked, because even if they are there just to have fun, they are still eligible for possible indenture.

It bears some mentioning of grooming. The worst offence that a boy can commit to decency is having genital hair. Most boys become methodical in shaving it off until their fifteenth birthday, because everyone has heard of boys having been castrated for even having a single hair noticed at school or the fair. This reporter isn't sure if this is just an oldwive's tale, but it certainly helps a company like Harry's sell their razors specifically for boys.

Now earlier I mentioned grading, this is the most important aspect of trying to figure a price for your son, or potential purchase. The prime market it most definitely boys between the ages of eight and twelve. Grade AAA represents in some abstract form the 'perfect boy', it doesn't address psychological suitability, only physical attributes.

Some qualities of a typical AAA boy, include having a small uncut penis without having any lose skin beyond the glans. An otherwise suitable AAA boy can have such skin removed to improve grading. A AAA boy will always be intact, so an advisory to parents: don't preemptively castrate your son before sale.

Considering most sales are made in late spring or into the summer, I would be remiss if I didn't mention tanning. It is very common for boys to have tanned legs and lower arms, but if clothing is always worn there will be areas of skin which remain stark white in the case of caucasian boys. Especially around the pelvis which is the last place you want stark white skin.

A boy with no protruding belly, some muscle on the arms, short but not buzzed hair, and a generally nice face will almost certainly be graded as AAA.

Boys that have any sort of gut will do no better than an A rating. The really obese boys will likely be graded so poorly that they might have to be put down.

To give you some examples of recent prices for boys, I can describe to you some recent sales at local fairs.

Alton, 10, came to the fair looking for a break from school, but found himself graded AAA and in a two year indenture for 7.5 kcd going to his guardians. His guardians had made sure that he was appropriately tanned and worked out. He will remain physically ten for three years, although after purchase he was immediately castrated by his buyer.

Mike, 12, wanted to get away for a time and was graded on his own request as AA with a three year indenture for 6 kcd going to his future college fund. His sale was higher than average owing to his red hair. He can be found at the Rutledge Brothel on Crawford St.

Damien, 8, was a little bit of a handful, that his folks brought him to the fair, and was graded B on account of his belly and long foreskin. Damien might not have minded a year or two, but his folks sold him as livestock and recieved 14 kcd. Damien was castrated and gagged. He will be physically eight for the next ten years of his now short life.

The twins Eldric and Adric, 10, were brought to the fair for their birthday. The boys parents decided to put them in an indenture, and to tell them apart had Adric castrated. Even though they could have gotten well over 25kcd for the pair, they didn't sell them. I later learned that the boys wanted to know what it was like. Well, they certainly will on their first night.

It bears special mention of a boy named Ryan Chandler who was probably the most obese boy in town. He was rated as an F upon entering the fair and was selected by the fair to become part of the entertainment. The young lad was ten years old, but weighed over a hundred kilos. The slave was hung before the audience who raved applause. His folks got 5kcd for their sacrifice. But I am sure he regrets coming to the fair.

Now while these prices are simply anecdotes, in my experience they are relatively common. But your experience may differ. Even if you don't want your son enslaved, the fair is a great place to have a family day of fun.

56. Angus

Something happens at the stock boy display in Scotland.

Characters: Daryl (11yo), Bertrand (his elder brother)

It was a going to be a hotter day today Bertrand thought. He had to take his brother down to village square for display, some dignitaries from Bridgend of Lintrathen wanted to take a look at some of their stock. Kirkton of Glenisla was a small town but usually had some of the best stock in three days ride, some might even say a week's hard ride. The Duke of Angus held sway over the area and even encouraged Kirkton's exquisite stock as it meant more taxes.

Bertrand picked out his best kilt and shirt. He got a new set last month, and even some nice new Addidas from the cobblers in Perth – its not very often the family takes the trip that far. His brother finally came in from the water shed having cleaned himself thoroughly. The naked eleven year old looked just like his older brother when they were both in their birthday suits. Except for the ankle iron around his right foot.

"Daryl, did you clean everywhere including up your behind?" Bertrand enquired.

Even though Bertrand happened to be naked right now, the fact he didn't have an ankle iron meant that he was going to soon put on some clothing and lead his younger brother off to the square.

"Yes, brother," Daryl replied curtly. He didn't always like his brother, but respected him. After all, it was he, Daryl, that would bring the most honour to his family.

Bertrand inspected Daryl's front genitals, pushing back the foreskin, seeing nothing. His brother's genitals were, like all boys like him, petite in arrangement – not drawing any attention to themselves. He followed with an inspection of the bum, he stuck his finger up his brother's hole and it was only clean. The brand on his right butt was cleaned as well.

"You have done a magnificant job Daryl, are you ready to go to the square?" Bertrand asked.

Before Daryl started answering, Bertrand started putting on his kilt and shirt.

The two boys went downstairs and kissed their mum, before going out. It was only a kilometre over to the square, and at least five other stock boys had already been brought.

"Good morning Daryl," the attendant said, "You can go over to peg 7 like normal."

"Thank you Mrs. Stamford," Daryl said as he slightly bowed. The naked boy walked with his brother over to peg 7 and his brother attached the chain on the peg stand to the boy's ankle bracelet. He was now an exhibit, his brother pushed him down on to the peg seat.

"Ow!" Daryl quipped as the peg penetrated his bum. "I hate it when you do that!"

"And you always take a good twenty minutes to get on it!" Bertrand shot back. "You think you will get such a good treatment up in Glenshee, Finegand, or even Dalnaglar Castle?"

"I will do anything asked of me! You know that," Daryl replied angrily. His cock rose with his anger and when the foreskin retracted everyone could see it flaire red.

Bertrand grabbed his brothers arms and tied them behind his back to the peg stand. He padded the boy's balls saying, "Enjoy these while you can." He started off to look at some of the other merchandise in the square.

The village wasn't huge like Perth, but they were usually able to put together a show in the square with at least twenty or twenty-five boys. He looked over at the pen, the five to eight year olds were always put in a play pen as they couldn't even think about pegging them until nine.

The red headed twins were both nine and he went over to witness their first pegging. "Hey Jonas, the twins are finally going to get the peg?"

His friend Jonas was his age, and replied, "Yeah, they are making it really hard." Bertrand thought a sec and grabbed the first twin and put him down on the lubricated peg. The twin yelped a scream. His friend followed suit. Finally the twins were pegged.

"Did you hear that the Finegands are coming down too?" Jonas asked.

"Maybe we can rent out a few more this summer!" Bertrand said. The boys almost always got part of the proceeds of the stock boy's rental. Sometimes they are even sold to the visitors.

The local farms usually take a lot of labour in the spring and summer, so the stock boys are essential.

The two boys decided to sit down at a picnic table and eat some lunch and play a few games of chess.

Sometime later, they could see some well dressed men come through looking at the stock. But one of them with the mayor stopped at the picnic table the boys were at.

"These boys look nice and strong," the visitor said, "How much are they?"

The mayor looked at the boys and said, "These are not stock boys, Lord."

"I want to take a look at these two," his Lordship said.

The mayor ordered the two boys, "You two take off your clothes now!"

The mayor was the most important person in the town, and you definitely do not cross the mayor when you are a youth. So the two boys took off their shirts, shoes, and kilts, and stood in the inspection position of a stock boy.

Their cocks rose quickly, but at least they only had a wisp of hair. The position caused their pelvis to jut out displaying more than they would like.

"I will take these two for the summer, please prepare them. You will get five thousand merk for the pair," his Lordship proclaimed.

The mayor called over two attendants and dragged the naked boys into the hall before they could protest. They were both given collars, and temporary stamps for their bums. Both were tied down to a St. Andrew's cross [note: X shaped] and a pump was placed over their erect members.

While an enema machine was cleaning out their insides, they ejaculated into the pumping tube. Their seed was catalogued and a small sample placed around their neck. They could breed the boys if they needed to.

Before they were let off the cross, the attendants put bands around their testicles. They got a pain in their gut as their testicles died and ultimately cut off.

They were finally gagged, hands secured, and brought over to a caged wagon with six pony boys hitched to it. Inside the naked eunuchs found Daryl intact, and both twins castrated.

Within an hour the now rented slaves were being lead. It took a day to reach Forfar, and the second day to reach Dundee. They arrived at a large estate, and finally realized who His Lordship was. The only one that could force the mayor into putting up the boys as stock boys: The Duke of Angus.

The two older boys and the twins were put into a barn and tied down with their bums in the air. Daryl's collar was tied to a pole that had access to the four eunuchs. He started on the younger twin, and ejaculated into his virgin ass within twenty seconds. He hadn't been allowed to have a release in over a year.

Another twenty minutes he was onto the second twin.

Jonas screamed as Daryl's cock entered his bum and cummed.

But just as Daryl was about to start on his brother he was stopped by a naked older man with a hard on. Daryl started licking the man's cock like he used to do to Bertrand. But it was only lube. He put his cock into Bertrand who made a scream that dwarfed Jonas'.

Bertrand was filled by none other than the Duke of Angus. Afterwards, each of the now unvirginized eunuchs had plugs put into their bums so the seed can be absorbed.

Bertrand was wondering why it was important that he become a slave to the Duke of Angus, until he realized it was only because he loved castrating boys. All summer long while they worked on the gardens of the estate, he would be fucked by the Duke.

When the summer was over, he did indeed return to Kinkton of Glenisla, but he wasn't putting on any clothing. His leg got a manicle and a proper brand.

His brother stayed with the duke and bred with his daughter. The Duke had no male heir, so he adopted Daryl. The next duke would be Daryl's son.

57. Community Service

In this community, Grade 5 students can be selected to perform community service – for life.

Characters: Thomas (10yo), Richard (10yo), Klaus (11yo), Unknown 14yo, Unknown 13yo; Nurse Gallager (Adult woman)

Thomas, Richard, and Klaus were called to their appointment in the nurses room for their disposition. These boys, like all grade five students have to receive their disposition. The farms are starting their planting season, so about ten percent of their age group will get selected for this important work.

They open the door and Nurse Gallager is in her traditional nice dress. Everyone loves Nurse Gallager because of how friendly she is. "Welcome boys, I need to do a physical examination of each one of you so if you would please take off your clothes and put them on the shelf you can each go into an into examination room."

Thomas, always the shy one, doesn't start right away. But Klaus is the quickest one exposing himself. Richard starts to take off his shirt. He is a favorite among the girls as he is the cutest. Both Thomas and Richard are fair skinned red heads, and when they finally take off all of their clothing reveal the tiny penises they have.

Thomas goes into examination room one, and the other two boys are in two and three respectively. Nurse Gallager makes notes about Thomas' condition. The beauty of his skin, and delicate penis are both factors she takes into account.

"Thomas, I need you to get onto this frame on the table and put your feet on the stirrups so we can finish your evaluation," the nurse said.

The cute boy got onto the table and lifted himself into the small wire frame. He sat his head down on a padded section and his back lined up with the underside of the frame. The nurse helped him put his feet into the stirrups. She secured his feet and hands. The stirrups were moved back wards so his legs were bent and his knees were almost at his chest. The pelvis automatically was propped up.

The nurse took measurements of his penis, and observed that his testicles hadn't yet dropped. Just a slight bulge with wrinkles in it. She grabbed a small wire loop and put it around his penis and testicles. When she contracted it, it lifted the testicles.

"This is going to hurt a little Thomas, please be brave," the nurse said kindly. A pair of very thin wires were inserted into his testicles and latched around the seminal vesicles but didn't do any damage. A small tube attached to the wire loop was put down around his anus. She completed the observation and sprayed a little expanding oil foam over his anus.

"There is just one more thing Thomas, and we can finish up," the nurse said.

Thomas was in a little bit of an uncomfortable position, but he said, "Thank you, Nurse Gallager."

The nurse went into examination room two to find Richard. After examining him and putting him onto the stirrup frame, she noticed that his testicles were quite well rounded. Although he had the same kind of small penis as Thomas, his testicles had some definition to them. So she put a wired loop around the bag and put a small tube connected to the wire around his anus. She sprayed the loop with disinfectant and put the oil foam on the small tube.

"There is just one more thing Richard, and we can finish up," the nurse said. Repeating the exact same phrase she has said many times before.

She left the room and went into examination room three.

Meanwhile, Thomas was growing nervous in examination room one. His penis had enlarged a little bit, he had never had that happen. A beautiful fourteen year old boy entered the room. He was entirely naked with a much larger and erect penis. "Thomas, I am here to finish your examination. It can be fun if you let it."

A similar thing was happening in room two but with a fairly good looking thirteen year old with a well developed penis and bush.

In both rooms the older boys placed their glans by the small tube. It was only about ten millimeters long, but it was designed to fit a ten year old boy's anus and a fourteen year old's penis. The older boy got the lubricating foam on the head and proceeded to pop the younger boy's cherry. The boys cried out in pain at their first penetration.

The older boys slowly worked their entire penis into their young charge's bum. The tube latched itself onto the base of their penis. It would not be removed until later. They started by moving over each boy's prostate and slowly each boy got their first anal orgasm. Finally, they boy were fucked properly.

With their cherries busted, the older boys ejaculated into their young charge's bums and a trigger went off on the tube causing the older boys to push deep into the ass as the wire loop started to do its job.

Richard's wire loop started to heat up really fast causing him to scream as it contracted and as the older boy pulled out took his burnt up bag with it. The older boy had his testicles hanging from his cock. The older boy started to masturbate and quickly ejaculated over the young fresh eunuch's stomach and cock.

In Thomas, his wireloop tightened slightly but it was the wires in his testicles that started to heat up something fierce. He screamed the deadly scream. His testicles had to be roasted from the inside out because they were not big enough to be just cut off by a wire. When the older boy pulled out of him, the wireloop disconnected and he ejaculated all over Thomas with so much cum that Thomas was virtually covered in it.

The two boys left the eunuch's and their wire frames started doing something more. A plug was quickly inserted into their bums, and a collar was put around their necks and a gag put into their mouths.

The nurse came to Thomas and started to open up his bag and pulled out the roasted remains of his boyhood. She threw it in the trash and started using a skin smoother. Soon the traumatized boy had smooth skin where his testicles had been. No evidence was left that he ever had them. She would do Richard the same way.

The nurse let Klaus go back to class, because he wasn't quite good slave stock.

So ultimately, Richard and Thomas were sent to the Kleine family farm. They needed to plant the corn with the other grade five slaves. All in all, Richard and Thomas were placed with forty other new slaves.

On one of the planting days, the naked eunuchs were surprised to see Klaus and a few of his friends naked. They quickly discovered that this wasn't just the Kleine family farm, it was owned by Klaus Kleine's father. Richard and Thomas started being used first for sucking Klaus and his friends, but ultimately Klaus planted seed in them after they were done planting seeds in mother earth.

58. Les Jeunes Asservi

Here I present Deux Bonne Histoires 1, containing two stories. All are in english despite some french. The french is not necessary to read and understand anything. Each story is roughly a thousand words. They can be considered in the same universe.

Dans l'an de notre seigneur 2154, le mois Prairial…

Brothers John and Gary were enjoying their playing in the fields of Le Parc de Saint-Germain with their friends Mary, Adrien, and Aleron. Their younger brother Amaud mostly just watched as they played football.

It was getting into evening, around 18h00 when John suggested, "Let's get some ice cream, before curfew!"

Mary looked at John, whom she fancied, and said, "Maybe we should go to my place after."

John couldn't hide his being excited, his face was all red among other things. When they started to go down the street Mary slapped his bare ass playfully.

"Hey don't do that!" he cried.

"What are you going to do about it?" she replied.

Just as they continued walking again, they heard a siren behind them, they looked at it was the Constables.

Two uniformed officers got out of the van and ordered, "All slaves in presentation positions!"

John, Gary, Amaud, and Aleron all put their hands behind their heads and placed their feet a shoulder's width apart, turning their feet slightly out.

The four boys were completely naked and open for inspection.

The officers asked Mary and Adrien, "Why are these slaves uncontrolled and out near curfew?"

Mary said to them, "Sirs, These are free range slaves, and are our friends!"

She was right about that, all of kids knew each other going back at least five years. Even after John and Gary were forced into slavery a few years ago, she rather liked the sight. Only a year back was Amaud enslaved.

Many parents consider it a right of passage, enslave the boy, teach them discipline, and cure them of their modesty. John and Gary were both eleven when they were enslaved, and since that time they hadn't aged a day – part of the deal. Even when enslaved for a period, your childhood doesn't pass you by, it just pauses.

One of the officer replied, "We'll see about that."

The officer walked over to John and scanned the metal collar tightened around his neck. She proceeded to walk around to the back and examined the two brands on his bum. She touched the "FR4845" brand to make sure it was real.

Real brands are the only ones with any legal weight. They always have a slight indent and rough texture. They also hurt like hell. It was certainly real, meaning 'Free Range #4845'. She looked to his anus, and saw the regulation plug sticking its head out.

She checked his brother Gary, who looked identical to John, and ordered both to "Lift up your penis" and using one hand the boys grabbed the head of their cocks and raised it up.

She verified John had a large set of testicles for an eleven year old, but Gary was castrated.

Amaud came next, she confirmed the naked eight year old boy was branded properly, and also castrated. She suspected he probably got a lot more action than she did.

A boy who is castrated cannot refuse sex by anyone. So she figured John was left intact to carry on the family, and the other two were castrated so they could be used.

"Everything is in order, remember curfew is at 20h00. You don't want to spend a week in the brothel do you?" one of the officers said.

Two of Mary's girlfriends were out past curfew and were stripped, collared, and put in Mme. Anjou's Brothel for two weeks. They had their brains fucked out of them, and both ended up pregnant. They both had boys who were born slaves so were castrated and branded before they were even a week old.

By 18h15 they were at the ice cream shop and the three slaves each got a small vanilla which was free off their slave dole. Mary and Adrien got some chocolate with sprinkles. As they were walking home, it was a warm evening and John ended up getting it all over himself.

Mary touched his bare penis and said, I want you to save some for me! The lion cub didn't need a mane to scare of predators today. It rose to the occasion and John's face turned all red.

They were just getting near Mary's house and had already finished their cones when they went to the side of the house. Adrien ordered, "Ok slaves, line up!"

Each one of the naked boys lined up in a row and put their hands together behind their heads. Adrien got some restraints and put their hands behind their backs and connected a leach to John and connected the rest of the slaves together.

"We are going into the house, and you will all be silent unless asked a question," Adrien said, authoritatively. Free range slaves or not, they were still slaves.

The free boy pull the leach along and the boys followed him into the basement. They saw a couple of cages and some other equipment. Mary's older brother was already in the cage. He had been enslaved at ten, and never released. He was technically ten years older than she, but still looked ten.

Gary and Amaud were both tied down on a bench with their bums up in the air. Adrien removed their plugs, and put them on the cleaning machine.

Mary had already took John over to another bench and removed her clothes. The slave was fucking her hard. They didn't have to worry about pregnancy or disease because he was not yet able to have sperm and was inoculated against all STIs.

Before too long the two eunuchs were cleaned out, and Aleron and Adrien were fucking their asses hard.

They played around like that for the next half hour, and eventually had the two eunuchs suck off everyone.

All the slaves were put in the cage for the night, and everyone slept until the morning – when they could do it all again.

Le Fin.

59. The Cod Scouts

Here I present Deux Bonne Histoires 1, containing two stories. All are in english despite some french. The french is not necessary to read and understand anything. Each story is roughly a thousand words. They can be considered in the same universe.

Dans le département de Gaulle, une petite commune existait…

Charles and family recently moved into the small remote community of Bordille. It was at first a little shocking for him, because the farm his family had bought came with about half a dozen slaves.

The day they arrived, there were seven naked boys standing outside in a line. Six of the boys had an ear tag with a number from one to six on it. Each boy was about eleven years old physically, except for the boy without an ear tag. He was probably about thirteen and where they had a completely hairless crotch, he had a bit of a mane. But each of the boys had a rather thick collar around their neck.

Charles was only about twelve himself, so he was fascinated by these slaves. He had friends in the city who had become enslaved as part of their right of passage. Some considered it old fashioned, but when a boy becomes about ten to twelve, they are collared and stripped naked. They remain that age physically for usually between three and five years. Some slaves are castrated so that there isn't any legal issue with their use in sexual acts.

Charles was a little excited to see if any of their slaves were cut. But his father, Maxime, was going over to inspect the slaves. He spoke to the older boy, "What is your name, boy?"

The boy overseer said, "Roger, master."

His father ordered, "Present your pod."

The overseer turned and said to the boys slaves, "Present!" Like clock work, each of the boys turned their feet in slightly to expose his bum, and one hand left the back of his head to raise his penis.

Charles looked even more excited, each of the boys except for two were castrated. His father went behind each boy to see their brands and plug.

His father asked the overseer, "Do you ever take any liberties with the eunuchs?"

The overseer replied, "Only when my master permits, master."

His father continued, "How long has each been slaves?"

The overseer said, "I have had the honor of four years as a regular slave, and two years as an overseer master. Numbers four through six have each been slaves for one year, and numbers one through three have been slaves for five years."

"Are any of the boys in the cod scouts?"

The overseer replied, "All of the boys are, at our previous master's wish."

His father said, "All shall continue then."

The overseer responded, "They thank you sir."

His father asked, "When is the next meeting? I desire for my son to become a cod scout."

Charles wasn't terribly interested in scouts, and he expected he would tell his father so this evening.

The overseer said, "It is tomorrow, master."

"Very good. You may carry on!"

Charles was looking forward to enjoying some of the eunuchs. But first they had to move stuff into the house.

It took all day, and the family was exhausted. So Charles wouldn't feel like taking one of the boys tonight.

The family was sitting in the evening room before bed, when Charles said to his father, "Father, I don't want to become a scout."

His father told him, "Almost every boy and slave in this region are members of the Cod Scouts, and if you don't want to be number seven, you will become a scout." His father was serious so he just said, "Yes father."

That was that for the evening. Charles went to bed exhausted.

But the next morning they had work out in the village. By the afternoon, all that was left was time to go scouting. The slaves had already walked over, but Charles was lucky enough to get a ride.

He was ready to get busy with one of the slaves tonight though!

When his father brought him to the lodge, he was greeted by the scout master, and told to go to the initiation room.

In the initiation room he saw two other new boys naked and in chairs with their hands above their head tied down. They told him, "You better get your clothes off before the scout master gets in, or else you will end up a slave!"

He wasn't sure if they were fibbing, but he decided to take off all his clothes and get in the last chair like the other two boys were. A few slaves walked in the room, of course naked, but then a few other boys walked in. Each one of them had a metal cod piece encasing their cock.

The scout master came in with three cod pieces. Without saying a word, he took a cod piece and encased it around Charles' cock. He could feel a pinch around his testicles, but before he knew it the cod piece was tightened around is cock. The other two boys were next.

"Welcome to the Cod Scouts!" the scout master said.

That evening was fun even for Charles. Each boy was equal in the cod scouts, and afterwards the slaves walked home and the free boys put their clothes back on.

But Charles was frustrated that night. The cod piece was stuck there and he couldn't get access to his cock. After a few weeks he started to get really desparate. His father caught him trying to hump his matress.

"Son, you won't get anywhere trying to do it on your own."

Charles begged his father, "Please let me leave the cod scouts! I can't take it anymore."

"The only way that cod piece is coming off is you either get married, or you become number seven."

"Please father!" he begged.

"The only way a cod scout will get off is by anal sex. If that is what you want, just ask for it."

Charles became sullen. "Please father, can you fuck me?"

"Yes, son."

So Charles lay on his back at the edge of his father's bed with his legs brought up. His father became naked and lubed up the virgin orifice. Charles yelled out at his father's intrusion. But within five minutes of entry his father exploded into his ass and all of his own frustration ended with a dozen sequential orgasms given to him by his father.

No slaves would be fucked by a Cod Scout. And in Bordille, a boy was either a Cod Scout, or a slave.

Unfortunately for Charles, a month later he pissed off the wrong girl and got a knee to the cod piece. The pinch he felt around his testicles quickly tightened in a second and the cod piece came free with his testicles. He became number seven that evening.

60. The Farm, The Harvest, and the Drive Home

Here we meet two boys doing their duty on the farm, and what happens before and after harvest season.

Nathan and Jonathan were enjoying a lazy day on the farm before harvest was to begin. This was their second season on the farm, having been picked for farm duty at the end of their fifth year of schooling. The busy times are always the beginning of the season in May, and the end around September. During those times they don't get any days off, but during the midseason they only have to do half a days work and have every seven days off to worship Eostara.

Jonathan's cock rose in the wind, his naked body was enjoying the breeze as he laid on the grass. Nathan was his best friend, and immediately took to performing mouth action on it. After a few minutes Jonathan looked down at his best friend and gasped as this wonderful friend took his semen into his mouth and swallowed it.

The revival of Eostara worship among the farming communities displaced most Christianity because of the nudity and fertility required to sew the fields for great harvests. Like Jehovah, Eostara forbids semen from hitting the ground, and detests masturbation. But unlike Jehovah, Eostara has a special place for boys who willingly give their semen to those who cannot produce it themselves, and for those recieving the blessing.

Nathan got up and Jonathan looked at the beautiful boy's cock, which was forever soft. Nathan was once of these "double banded boys" who recieve their neck band collar during selection, and their testicle band "clamp" at the same time. About seventy five percent of all boys selected for the farm are castrated, but those like Jonathan are kept intact so they can serve Eostara and produce more "boys of the farm" or boys born on the farm. Any boy born on a farm has to be castrated by age eight, which is why the farmers often keep their late stage pregnant wives in town during the last few weeks.

There was the tragic story of Billy Tivers whow as born on the farm, and thus was a slave boy like Nathan and Jonathan. His parents tried to treat him well, but on his eighth birthday he was finally castrated and had to be kept in the barn. Sons of the farmer are always exempt from being officially picked for farm duty, but they almost always are forced into nudity during the regular farm duty period like the other boys on the farm.

Nathan and Jonathan got an urgent contraction alarm on their collars. It always causes a boy to grab their collars as a natural reaction to prevent being choked. However in this case, it was just an urgent call to get back to their barn. So the naked boys ran back and immediately got into their harnesses.

A harness is a tight assembly of cables that connect to their collars and under their pelvis locking a plug in tightly. Their arms are brought behind their backs and ultimately tied to a carriage. The two boys were tied in their harnesses and walked over to the carriage that Mr. Waterson was already on. They manouvered themselves into position behind the fixed bit which resembles a small penis gag which they each put into their mouths and seals inside to fill it.

Mr. Waterson programmed the gags into mask mode which extended a black mask over each boy blocking any sight they might have. The reins were pulled and they felt a little whip on their backs, causing them to use their feet digging into the dirt to get the wagon moving.

These two boys don't have to use their bare feet though, just like a horse doesn't. When they were brought to Mr. Waterson's farm the previous year they had "ponyboy shoes" fitted which resemble horseshoes but encase their feet and become part of their foot structure. So even after their farm duties are done for the year, they still have to wear the metal pony shoes.

The boys couldn't see where they were going but could recognize the feel of the small pond from the other side of the farm. Usually the younger boys end up swimming there. But they could tell immediately something was wrong.

Mr. Waterson asked one of the slaves at the pond, "What happened?"

"The Peterson twins were trying to race each other across the pond, but Niles couldn't make it and started drowning," one of the slave boys said. "We tried to save him, but we couldn't. We could only retrieve his body."

Mr. Waterson told the slaves there, "I specifically ordered you not to swim across the pond! Each of you will receive a whipping. I have to contact slave management, you might all be castrated and forced to remain slaves during the next school year! Now put the body in the wagon. You will run behind the wagon and go to the punishment area."

Nathan and Jonathan could hear the slaves put the body in the wagon, and within minutes they were back in motion towards the barn. They finally got to the barn and were able to get unhinged from the wagon. The other slaves at the pond were already tied up with the farmer and his son Jason, who was their age, whipping them.

Each boy got ten lashes, and afterwards was put on a punishment peg which was pushed far into their rectums. An electric jolt caused them extreme pain for the next half hour while Mr. Waterson consulted slave management.

The two boys stayed on hand in case Mr. Waterson needed them. But really they enjoyed watching the boys scream at their misfortune. Once Mr. Waterson came back he immediately started to apply a band to each of the boys that wasn't already castrated. They begged him not to, but he was determined. In a last stage of misfortune, the boys were masturbated by the punishment machine with their seed falling onto the ground. Their souls could only be redeemed now with serving the godess receiving the seed of others.

All the boys were put in their cages for the night. For the next day was harvest.

In the morning, Nathan and Jonathan were part of a team of eight pony boys pulling a larger cart out to the field. Each boy was pulling a tool that would loosen the soil so the other boys could grab the produce out of the ground. It was tedious work, but over the next few days all of it was harvested. Another two crops, and finally the boys were all done with their farm duties.

The day before they were to be picked up, Mr. Waterson gathered all of the boys outside of the barn. "Slave management has decided to give some of you a new collar," he raised a red collar so every boy could see it. It was different than their blue and green collars.

He started calling out some numbers, "345", "384", et al. Each of the numbers were of the boys that were at the pond that day. The boys faced away from the seated boys, and everyone could see their numbers marked on their bums next to the brand Mr. Waterson is allowed to put there. His son came out from the barn, naked, with some manacles and each of the boys ready for the new collars had their arms and legs get the new manacles with their arms held against the fence together so they couldn't move anywhere.

First he released 345's collar, and immediately put the red one on. He gave 345 a good whack on the bum. He did the same to all the other boys there, and everyone noticed he had another collar spare. But he didn't do anything with it.

All of the sudden, Jason started to rape 345. He couldn't be stopped because 345 was castrated and thus couldn't refuse and anal service. But as he was approaching ejaculation he was dazed for a second when his father put the red collar on his own son. His son immediately ejaculated into 345.

Jason asked his father, "What is this for?"

"Slave Management knows full well your discipline problems, and the only way these boys were going to get the red collars was if you too got one. I think that is a fair deal!" his father said.

Mr. Waterson put some manacles on his own son. "I think it is time for you to get marked."

Jason screamed "NO!" as two previously seated slaves grabbed him and held him down against the marking bench as his father branded him with the mark that all of the slaves on the farm have. All the seated boys cheered.

The next day, Nathan and Jonathan were playing in the field when they saw Jonathan's parents drive in to the farm. They both ran to the car and the two naked boys hugged Jonathan's mother. They brought with them Jonathan's younger brother, who was nine. He was completely clothed.

"How did the crops go this year boys?" Jonathan's father asked.

"It was a lot of work, but the town will have more than enough to eat this year!" Nathan said.

Mr. Waterson came out and released their collars, "Well boys, I guess I will see you next year!"

The two shook hands with their master and got into the two cages at the back of the station wagon. They might be free of their collars, but they are still slaves for the time being.

The drive home was relatively uneventful, so when they got into town they were let out of the cages and the two naked boys started walking across the driveway making a clicky-clack of their ponyboy shoes.

"I guess you boys won't be needing any other shoes this year!" Jonathan's mother quipped.

"We get that joke every other day at school mom," Jonathan said.

The two boys went up to Jonathan's room to put on some clothes. They would have school soon, and the free boys would experience their first school year with naked slaves in class – wearing red collars.

61. The Pony Boy Race

Todd loved watching the pony boys race. His favourite was Dagger Lightning, one of the fastest ponys on the circuit. Today his mother had brought him to watch Dagger Lightning in training. Dagger was twelve years old and was already harnessed in the light cart, Nathan Smith was the jockey – himself about seven years old.

Todd loved running too, his mother put him in track when he was six years old – and eventually got a trainer for him that could help build up his own leg muscles.

Dagger's quickest run with a light cart was 108s, it used to be only 180s when he started two years ago.

In the last competition at school, Todd pulled a 165s and beat out the other five boys competing at his level – and that was wearing his racing clothes. Dagger's time was shortly after being made a pony boy – so he was of course naked.

Dagger was gently given the signal and the pony boy pulled out from the starting position on the track. It was a 750 meter sprint, and he finished it in 114s.

Todd was near by a gathering of boys cheering for Dager by the side of the track. Most of them were slaves on the farm, he could tell because almost all of them were naked and had collars on. But he could easily see that Bob Henderson was next to them, he was Dagger's owner and the farmer here. His son was Todd's age – the only ten year old boy in the crowd that had clothing on.

Bob's son, Alvin, said to his father, "Dagger is starting to slow down, he has definitely reached a plateau."

"Well Alvin, ponys like that don't last forever, but we do have a stage two contract from his folks," Bob replied.

Todd's mother walked over to Bob with Todd in tow. "So what did you think of Dagger's performance, young man?" Bob asked Todd.

"Well sir, he doesn't seem to be at his prime anymore," Todd replied.

"Well all the ponys get slow during the end of their first series," Bob said.

"Is he going to be freed?" Todd asked.

"No, his parents signed on for a second series. So we are sure we can get him going as fast as Cobra Steel," Bob said.

"Dad, you sure about that? Cobra last night did 85 at the Columbian Derby," Alvin jumped in.

"I wouldn't talk if I were you Alvin," Bob said, "You can't be anywhere near Dagger when he started."

"Dad! I pulled a 175 last week!" Alvin interjected.

"That's nothing, I got a 165 two days ago," Todd showed his metal showing the time.

Alvin looked shocked, he was the best at his school. "I bet you I can beat you right here and now!"

"You're on!"

"You boys sure you want to compete right now? I can get two jockeys, but you have to follow the track rules," Bob said.

"What are they?" Todd asked.

"You will race nude like a pony boy, and harnessed like one. The only concession we allow is the school bit," Bob said.

Before anyone could ask, Todd and stripped down his pants and underwear and was taking off his shirt. Alvin was a little slower, but took his clothing off too. Bob admired the naked boys, they both had their selection numbers tattooed on their bums – so cute.

Todd and Alvin both had their hands tied behind their backs and a racing collar and harness put on both. They each received a rubber bit gag which was held in their mouths and tied to a rope held by the jockeys. They were latched in to the light cart, and led to the starting line.

Everyone was ready and the gun blew and both jockeys got off to a great start. At one hundred meters they were neck and neck, but Todd was holding back while Alvin was giving it his all. By four hundred meters, Alvin was starting to slow down, and by six hundred Todd increased speed to his maximum and won the race with a time of 160s.

The boys were released from the light carts but they were kept otherwise bound. Todd's mother came up with Bob and he commented, "That was the fastest time I have ever seen either a boy or a pony boy pull off at that age!"

"We trained him hard," Todd's mother said.

"Is he up for selection?" Bob asked, checking out Todd's selection number written on his bum.

"Next week, we just got the mailing," she said.

"I'll offer you 35,000 up front and forty percent of the winnings for a first stage contract," Bob offered.

"Lets sweeten the deal, you and I both know he is worth 50, so lets make it at 40 and your boy joins him in every race and contract and I take 35% of both boys winnings with breeding rights," she shrewedly said.

Alvin was suddenly afraid, was his father going to enslave him?

"You are a hard woman to beat, well Alvin was up for selection in the next few months anyways. He will be sold to you like your boy will be sold to me, but both will be kept here except when they get holidays. I have a few ideas on breeding," Bob said.

"You have yourself a deal!" she said.

With a handshake and a drawn up contract later, both boys were suddenly pony boys.

They were both lead over to the barn where they saw Dagger Lightning spreadeagled on a table with his hard cock in plain sight.

Bob brought Todd over to Dagger and removed his gag. "You are going to suck his cock and help me process him afterwards," Bob ordered.

"Yes master," the pony boy said.

He took Dagger's raging cock into his own mouth and started pleasuring him right there. It felt good for both. Dagger didn't get his cock stimulated too much, so he welcomed this – no he relished it. Until all the pleasure poured out of him and into Todd's throat.

After he was done, Bob taped Dagger's cock down to his abdomin. He wiped the area around his testicles down with an alcohol wipe and sliced into the pony boy's testicle sack with a surgical knife. Dagger cried out at the intrusion, muffled by his own gag. The two testicles were taken out and Bob clipped them off one at a time.

"Both of you on your knees!" Bob ordered.

Todd and Alvin both got on their knees and Bob removed Alvin's gag. Bob took one of the severed testicles and put it next to Alvin's lips. The pony boy took the testicle into his mouth. Bob took the other one and gave it to Todd's lips. Both new pony boys munched on Dagger's masculinity while Bob removed what was left of the bag.

They swallowed.

"Tomorrow we will have your dental implants done," Bob said.

A pony boy always has the front eight teeth removed so a permanent bit can be installed.

The two boys were taken to the stables and rested next to Dagger. Later on Bob got them, gagged them, and brought them up to his bedroom.

Bob removed his clothing and brought his pony boy son up to him. His son looked at him and then his penis in disbelief, before he could protest his father has penetrated had penetrated his ass. "I've been trying to think of what name to give you, Alvin," the man said as he used the sheath his son provided. "You will be called Running Behind," he said. "Todd, you will be called," he started as he was about orgasm, "Rainbow Dash" he yelled as he blew his load into his son's sheath.

He put a plug up his son's anus so that none of his seed could escape. He further decided to lock up both boy's penises so they couldn't play with them.

The boys were brought down to the barn and locked up for the night.

62. Service Boys

Jeremy sat in the sanitary room, it was his twelfth birthday, and he had taken off his clothing about half an hour ago. Like all boys he knows their twelfth birthday is when they need to be tested for service. A few boys get picked early when they are eight, like Jeremy's brother Stan.

Jeremy shivered in the cold room, waiting, waiting. He stood up to walk around a little bit, hoping to warm up a little.

The door opened and a woman in a white doctor's coat came in.

"Good morning, Jeremy, I am Doctor Garret," the woman said. "How are you doing today?"

Jeremy meekly covered himself and said, "Well its my birthday, I want to go back home and have some cake."

"Well, lets see what we can do today for you," she replied.

If Jeremy was selected, he wouldn't be going home today.

"It says here you are twelve, and have a rather high average in school," she observed. "I am going to be performing your physical evaluation today, your shyness towards your body will be noted."

"You have a medium sized penis and a small set of testicles, have you started masturbating?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"You haven't been keeping your tan consistent, I see. That will also be noted," she added.

"We are going to restrain you while I perform a thorough evaluation. Raise your arms above your head please."

Jeremy raised his arms above his head and they were grabbed by some restraints on the ceiling.

The woman went around noting the various characterisitics and measurements he had, and started measuring his anal cavity. "You are almost the perfect specimen young man, but there is another piece of information we need." The doctor adjusted the temperature controls on the wall, and the room started to warm up. A young nude boy came walking in. Jeremy noticed his hair was red like his brother's and wearing a service collar. He was definitely selected when he was eight. The boy nealt before Jeremy and started to manipulate his penis.

He couldn't help but become erect. The woman paused the young boy, and took a measurement.

"78mm, not bad," she said.

The boy started sucking on Jeremy and he was brought very quickly to nirvana, and he was about to ejaculate. He looked down and the boy looked up and he realized that the boy was his brother. His ejaculate went right into his brother's mouth at the moment of realization.

The boy spit out the cum into a machine the woman directed the naked boy to. The machine did some work, and the doctor said, "You have an excellent sperm count!"

His brother stood near the door facing him, and Jeremy looked ever closer and his brother. The boy would be about ten years old now, but he noticed there was only a small penis between his legs – they had castrated him. Of course Jeremy didn't know that most of the boys selected for service are castrated, especially the beautiful red heads.

"Congratulations Jeremy, the computer has selected you for three years of special service!" the doctor said.

Jeremy was lifted off the ground and joined with other boys similarly suspended from the air. Each one of them was either twelve or eight. The height difference was fairly binary.

One at a time Jeremy saw the line ahead. A boy got a collar, and then it clipped something down at their testicles. He thought a little about the cake he would have enjoyed today. But that faded as soon as he was given his own collar. But his testicles were not clipped.

He saw a few boys ahead of him be rotated and saw something red hot move towards their bums, but their bodies were held by more mechanical arms to ensure the red hot iron didn't get hit anywhere but where they wanted it. They screamed bloody murder and their brands were made on their bums. Now Jeremy was in the next group. His beautiful bum was going to be marked as a service boy. His little brother probably went through this two years ago.

He screamed as it hit his backside, and it still ached as he was moved along. His hanging captivity came to an end went he was moved over a cage and lowered inside. His arms were still bound but now he was not hanging by them anymore. The large cage had about ten boys in it including him. He noted that of what he could see he was the only boy intact, all of them had been castrated.

They must want him for something special, but what is it?

63. The Program

Preamble

There are some things you should know. The known world is ruled in different kingdoms, the one which we shall be concerning ourselves with is the Principality of Andesro. In the 445th year after the acension, the king and his ministry announced The Program. Almost all boys would be apart of The Program, and after this many years some things have changed, but adjustments must be made for progress.

Story 1: The Sailor Boys

Nick, Charlie, and Nate were apart of The Program, like most of the boys in their village. They were sailor boys – it had nothing to do with actual sailing, just that their required wardrobe consisted of only sailor suits. They boys were each 11, 12, and 12 respectively, but they were not always the most well behaved. On this day, they were kicking around garbage cans in a back alley.

Nate was just kicking over a box when a few cans of spray paint fell out. Two guards noticed them and ordered them to freeze, the boys were street wise, but knew there was no way out when the officers had them on both sides.

"Hands up!" one of the officers shouted.

The boys immediately put their hands up, and the guard motioned them against the wall.

"I think we have found our taggers," the first officer said to the second.

Nick complained, "That was just in the box we kicked!"

"Disobedience! That is strike two against all of you," the second officer said.

The first officer grabbed Nate's hands and cuffed them behind his back. He proceeded to cuff the other two boys in that order.

"Lets catalog these miscreants before our shift is over," the second officer said to the first.

The first officer brings his tag scanner, and pulls down the patch on Nick's shorts that covers his Program ID number. It is a big QR code. "This boy belongs to the Richardsons, the advocate will love this."

The other two boys are scanned, and the officers find their neck chains – under the part of a sailor suit that goes behind the back. Every sailor boy has such a chain quite loose, but they are used to quickly tie each boy together. They are led over to the squad car and thrown in the cage in the back.

The boys were brought before the advocate with the evidence sitting before them. The boys hear the adults talking about guilt and sentencing, and the advocate finally says, "Considering Nick Richardson was granted sailor boy status only because of his family's money, I hereby give these boys immediately for Phase 3 processing, and order a fine of not less than 30,000 credits to be ordered against the families of each of these boys."

Only 30% of boys in The Program wore sailor suits, which was considered Phase 1. The three boys were taken to a processing center that had an audience. There were about thirty boys awaiting processing, a few of them were also in sailor suits – but most of them were simply naked – Phase 2.

Every one of the thirty boys were bent over a table with their legs spread. The announcer said, "We have thirty boys here ready for Phase 3 processing! [Cheering from the crowd] We have the three boys caught with the horrific spray paint being used to destroy our idylic town. Lets get these three process first!"

The three boys had their shorts pulled down, and three girls came with something resembling a large acorn. It was thinner but had protrusions looking like dull spikes. They positioned them at their spinctre and at the same time they pushed them into their asses. The boys screamed like frightened girls.

"Now look at these boys, they almost look like the Phase 2 boys next to them, we can't have that!"

The girls each started cutting off their sailor suits so they were completely naked. The rest of the Phase 2 boys were penetrated, and all of the boys had a small collar placed on their testicles.

"Phase 3 in 5…4… [audience counting down], 3…, 2…, 1…, " and screams were again heard as the Phase 3 castrations were kicking in. A flash heater was put in the testicular collars, which finally cut off the unwanted tissue.

"Now give them their true collars!"

Every boy was now given a thick collar of tungsten that would remind them of their misdeeds.

"These boys will be available in the pavilion the day after tomorrow for their first fucking!"

The crowd roared, as the phase 3 boys were lead to their cages.

The a Phase 3 boy cannot prevent any sex of any kind!

64. Take your boy to work day

This story is similar to a concept from Mike Howell, and related to a story I did a few years ago which I think was lost.

Andrew was excited, today it was take your son to work day. His father couldn't do it last year because he was in law enforcement. But earlier this year he switched to slave management and also got quite a raise. It certainly beat going to school!

"Dad, are you almost ready?"

"Hold your horses young man!" his father said sternly from the other room.

Andrew's excitement was palpable. His father was dressed in a uniform that resembled law enforcement but was red instead of blue. "Why aren't you wearing the clothes I brought you?"

"You want me to wear slave clothes?" Andrew replied.

"Those aren't slave clothes! All boys doing any work at the processing center wears them, if you can't put those on then we will just take you in naked!" he boasted.

"Ok, I'll do it!" Andrew quickly responsed.

He ran upstairs and changed.

The shorts and tshirt he came down with had a number on the front of the shirt and the back of the shorts. His father grabbed the shorts and pulled revealing his underwear.

"I told you no underwear!"

"But dad!"

"You have already earned a good spanking, if you don't get rid of those undies now you will be going in naked."

"Ok," he said as he started to leave.

"No, do it right here. Enough wasting time."

Andrew took off the shorts and underwear revealing his penis to his father, and quickly put the shorts back on. He walked over to his shoes, and he was corrected again, "You know the rules, no shoes either!"

They got out of the house, and Andrew got into the back seat of the car. His father quipped, "At least you don't have to travel in the cage."

Andrew was not amused. The cage in the back of the car was small and could fit one slave. He was beginning to wonder if all of this was worth it. The drive was fairly uneventful, they ended up going around back and there were a couple other boys dressed like he was waiting in line.

"Go join them," his father said. "I have just been buzzed for an emergency."

So Andrew walked over to the line, and asked the boy in front, "Are you here for the 'take your son to work day'?"

The boy smiled, "Yep, Jessie is the name."

"Andrew." they shook hands.

"What's with the line up?" Andrew asked.

Jessie replied, "I think there is something going on right now, my dad had to go up quickly."

The line moved quickly as there was only five of them, all dressed in white. They each got a tag for their wrist and were met by another man. "Your fathers are in an emergency session, so we have decided you will join a school tour," he said.

So the five boys all dressed in white tshirt and shorts were walked down to a place with a bunch of school kids their age with regular clothes on.

Some of the school boys quipped loudly about the "slaves" joining them, "We'll need to see some of them in action," the oldest said.

The group of fifteen walked down and entered a small storage area with cages. "This is where some of our slaves spend the night, you can see a few of our youngest residents still in their cages."

Andrew made note that there were about five boys sitting naked in cages. Each one of them wore a heavy collar that was tight around their neck but otherwise were bare skin.

"Our youngest slave is Tommy here. He came to us yesterday and he is six, another one of note is James, who is eight. He was abused by his father, so ended up here with nobody else to care for him."

Andrew raised his hand, and the tour guide pointed to him, "If he was abused, why does he have to become a slave?"

"Because his father is going to the gas chamber, that makes James an orphan. Most orphan boys end up slaves because there are too many orphans," the tour guide replied.

"Now moving on,…"

They went into an area that a line up of boys, looking from about nine to twelve years old, each of them naked and collared. "This is where the boys are processed,"

The oldest boy in the tour group said, "It doesn't look so bad! What do they have to complain about?"

Andrew yelled at him, "Well maybe you should try it!"

The older boy pushed Andrew and Andrew pushed back.

"I think both of you can try it! We don't tolerate any fighting here," the tour guide said. Two men grabbed the older boy and started to strip him. Andrew just took off his clothes as he figured he would be forced to anyways.

The processing line was stopped, and the older boy was put in one of the restraining harnesses and Andrew was put in the one beside him. There was another boy of eight beside them.

The tour guide brought the rest of the group with him, "We restrain the boys so they cannot do anything to stop their processing."

He put his attention on the older boy, "This boy is certainly disrespectful and violent, and there is one clear thing to do."

One of the technicians slipped a little band over the boy's testicles. He did the eight year old as well, but left Andrew.

"Now they don't have collars yet, so lets make sure they get them."

The technicians put collars on both Andrew and the older boy.

"Now they must be marked so they can always be identified on sight."

A hot iron came at the three boy's bottoms and left their slave numbers on it, as they screamed.

The two banded boys had a machine cut their testicles off, and the older boy was released and tied down.

"Because this boy is entirely disrespectful, he has to be punished."

One of the technicians released Andrew and whispered something in his ear. Andrew walked over to the older boy and put his erect cock right into his ass. He fucked him really good with the boy whimpering and screaming all the way.

But afterwards, both boys got a butt plug. The older boy was sure to get a size three sizes up from normal.

Andrew was taken to a caged area near where he came in. His father came out about an hour later and took him out of the cage.

"I've been given the rest of the day off for R&R," he told his son. "Let's go home."

The naked Andrew was about to get into the back seat of the car when his father said, "No you get to be in the cage now."

So he ended up in the cage, but before long Andrew was spread out on his father's bed.

His father needed some R&R.

This story is similar to a concept from Mike Howell, and related to a story I did a few years ago which I think was lost.

65. Evan the Volunteer

Evan was brought to the processing center to help his father, but ultimately finds the help he needs.

Evan was escorted by his father around the Processing Center, it was a new building having just been built in the last six months. Evan knew that although officially sanctioned slavery is a relatively new thing the county has been importing slaves for a few months for local farms and a few jobs in town.

This local Processing Center will lower the price of slaves by at least 25% and improve the budget for schools with the reduced pupils.

"Evan, I know you were not expecting to do anything today, but we have a job for you," his father started.

"Anything I can do to help," the helpful young man said.

"Do you remember the three types of slaves?" his father asked.

"Yes, sir. Voluntary, Involuntary with a short term, and Involuntary with a longer term," he recited.

"That is mostly correct, they have recently made voluntary have a short and long term as well, so technically there are now four instead of the three you were taught about," his father updated his knowledge. "You should also know that the application of slavery right now is only applicable to young males of seven years of age to fourteen years of age and a few young females of about twelve to fifteen years of age."

"Yes, we were told that about five percent of the county's boys are going to be enslaved for a period of between six months and two years involuntarily, and another two percent expected to be voluntary," he said.

"That's right," his father said.

"But one thing nobody said is that what happens to the voluntary slaves, who gets to own them?" Evan asked.

"Well the volunteer will usually pick the auction, an owner, or just his parents," his father replied.

"Dad, I want to be a slave," Evan told his father plainly. "I want to be the first volunteer slave in the Lambert County, and I want you to be my master."

"Do you understand what you are saying," his father asked him in the simplest tone.

"I know I have been subservient for a long time, I don't assert myself a lot, and I don't have a lot of confidence, but I know that this is something I want to do," he tried to convince his father.

"You sound like you have thought about this for a while, do you think you will discover some kind of confidence in yourself through denying yourself everything?"

"Yes, with the right master," he said almost in tears.

"I have something in mind for you, if you want to do this. But it would require you to sacrifice a lot," his father said.

"Please be my master," Evan pleaded.

"I will accept, as long as you do it for a two year term," his father offered.

"I do," Evan accepted.

"Take off your clothing, and you will be the first slave from Lambert County after processing," his father ordered.

Evan started to take off his clothing and he revealed his small cock and testicles when his father came back with a collar. "Put this on and you will be a slave," he said.

Evan grabbed the collar and put it around his neck. It sealed around his neck and beeped.

His father grabbed his hand and lead him to the processing line. "Hold up your arms," he was ordered.

The naked eleven year old boy raised his arms and the machine grabbed his arms and raised him off the ground. He was moved forward inline and his father said, "This is your second sacrifice," and he put a band over his testicles.

The boy being emasculated was moved forward and given a mark on his bum to seal his slavery into the flesh. Within a few minutes his testicles fell off and he was set down on the ground.

"You are now a slave in every sense of the word. But before I take you home, you are going to help us with the other boys coming in today," his master said.

The eunuch slave was moved over to a position in the line and his master ordered, "You are going to be castrating every four out of five boys that come through this line." He was handed an elastrator / crimping gun and shown how the bands are loaded and how the crimp tightens over the sack. "So when the boys come along, you will count four and castrate each one. The fifth you will slap on the bum but not castrate."

"Any questions?"

"No, sir." the naked slave replied.

The first boys that came down the line a few minutes later he instantly recognized, they were the bullies from his school. He took great pride in putting the band and crimp down on each of their testicles. They looked down in sheer horror over their victim rendering them infertile.

Over all, Evan castrated about seven hundred boys. His father decided to take some home and they had a bbq.

"Evan, tomorrow I am going to take you to a dude ranch. You wanted to learn discipline and confidence, and I think they have a program that I think you will be able to accel at. You are the best runner I know, and that is why I had to castrate you - so you would get better. But until then, I think you need to perform another duty for a slave's master," his father said as they walked upstairs.