How to Make a Good Service Slave Pt. 05

How to make a good Service Slave Pt 05

A better understanding of enslavement from the inside.

I led Red up the Slave stairway onto the floor of the apartments. The reasoning behind it was that I needed Red to understand that this was its stairway when it was in the building, and if Red wasn't assisting its betters. Often a slave would go up the lift with anyone who is above the slave, sometimes it would be sent to the slavery by itself or with other animals and I could not allow it to think it could go down in the lift. That would be unacceptable.

Red had no shoes on its feet or any clothing covering its body against the chill in the stair lobby. The floor is always harsh on a slave's feet but even more so when a slave is new to its position. There was three flights of stairs until we got to the lobby and back entrance to the apartments.

This entrance split two ways. One way into a lobby where the lifts where and the main door to the apartments. The other way went towards the kitchens. I took Red through the Kitchen entrance with purpose. This way Red could see the slave room on this floor. It had a few cages but not many as the slavery. The floors were concrete, and the walls were painted in a dull grey. On the far side of the room was a trough with a feeding nozzle and water tap. It meant that the slaves could be fed seven slaves at a time if needed.

There were two slaves feeding from the trough, like pigs eating swill in a farmyard. They had their hands on the ground in front of them and the butts exposed. You could see their balls as they went down into the trough to eat. I made a mental note to make sure I saw Red feed with the other slaves to see what its reactions were, right now its cage was twitching.

The opposite wall was a shit hole, like in the slavery, but this one had a cover over the top as well as a holding bar. Naturally next to that was a cleaning pipe with an ice cold running water nozzle on the end.

I gave Red a few moments to look around. It simply gazed at the 'pigs' at the trough.

"That is where slaves eat. On the floor and on their hands and knees!" I paused for affect. "Together, from the trough." Slaves usually eat after the rest of the household under the guidance of the house master. These two are probably late eating and need the energy for tonight's tasks.

"Let me give you a brief tour of the apartment here and then I will introduce you to the house master. You need to know you are no better than any other slave in this building now. Just because you are a free slave does not make you any better than any other pitiful animal in this building right now!"

"I understand master!"

I led the way.

The apartments were vast. They even had private gardens on the top of the building. There were ten bedrooms and all with ensuite bathrooms. The pure height of the ceilings was staggering. They supported glass domes, allowing natural light throughout the centre of the building.

Once upon a time the domes had pictures of Adam and Eve on them, but now they had pictures of pitiful slaves being led away by their muscled overseer's. The furniture was of the finest 18th century craftsmen. The building was like a private museum of British antiques.

In the main dining room and drawing room was two marbled fireplaces with a perfectly carved white slave on either side of the grates, holding up the cross mantle, taking the weight, with their faces showing the strain a little. The marbled slaves showing their muscles and eight packs, with a little clothe covering up their crotches. They had shackles and cuffs and metal collars on their necks. There were no doubt they were beasts of burden. A beautiful Oak partition wall separated the two vast rooms. If you looked closer you would see slaves on turbine wheels and others pulling farm machinery, whilst others being whipped in crowded marketplaces by trained whip masters.

The floors throughout the apartments were either oak or marble. Cold on a slave's feet but clean for a free man's shoes.

To the back of the apartments were large kitchens. Father employed three chefs. He found that if he had slave chefs he would lose out on the beauties around the apartments.

Khari had been fucking one of the chefs for a while. He was practically a slave to him. Father didn't approve but the 'boy' was over eighteen and consented with it in writing.

The boy signed his contract whilst naked on the floor at a party. The boy was fucked by Khari whilst everyone watched, including my father. The boy was on his hands and knees whilst my brother was fucking him from behind like he was a bitch in heat. The boy chef was ordered to keep his head up and tell the room what a whore he was. That he wanted to be used as a slave. He confessed that he would wear my brother's collar for life and be his slave for the rest of his life.

The boy was made to serve that night as nothing more than a service slave, dripping in my brothers cum and naked as the day he was born. Later my brother had him taken to the slavery scrubbed and shaven. Then he was caged. He is nothing more than what Red is now.

It even stated in his contract that Khari could take his boy anywhere, anyhow and anytime. If that is not the definition of slavery, tell me what is!

The boy was happy and free to go home every night to his mug of coco and crumpet. I wondered if that would change when the slave laws in England was changed.

**

The bedrooms were also vast. Mine was amazing with its own steam room. The bed could fit six people easily. It was a four poster with hooks and o rings around. In the base was a cage. There was an adjacent door to go into James room. A vast bathroom next to the steam room and a walk-in wardrobe with more clothes than my university digs. This bedroom was a large as five dorm rooms back at the university.

I wanted to live there however, father insisted of us both spending our first year in the halls of residence.

The apartments showed off the family's wealth as well as our ties to the trade. Down the hallway there were our remaining service slaves. All working hard, cleaning and preparing for the evening ahead. All naked with little cock cages. All with the family's logo on them and tags.

I am certain Red was taking it all in. It was suddenly realising the vastness of my family's wealth. Having not seen my personal online account, as its private it would have no idea of the estates that we owned and the businesses we have. He probably thought I was just a middle class black African kid whose family had enough money for me to get a British education. Part of it was true, although he wouldn't be aware of the vastness of our wealth, untill now.

I told our computer system to ask for Gibbins to report to my room. Less than thirty seconds later a middle-aged man in a butler suit stood at my door along with a handsome blond slave behind him.

The slave was called 'yank'. Not because it was American but due to its talkative nature and allowing secrets to flow out of its lips it had its tongue removed out by its previous owner, in front of all the other slaves, sending a message to others. Despite the event was monitored not to cause damage to the expensive slave I hated the cruelness of it all. My father did too, and he wouldn't allow the practice in any of his businesses or slaveries. I think that was why he bought yank in the first place, he felt a little pity on the boy and wanted to give it a better life, a better life for a slave anyway. I found out later father had spoken to the British Prime Minister about having laws that protected slaves from practices such as this and others most people would see as demonic.

When I own my own slaves, I had promised myself that I would not do this or any of the barbaric things that do happen in certain aspects of the world as punishment. What am I talking about. I now owned sixty slaves in my own name.

My slaves are mostly hired out in brothels my father own across Europe, Africa and the middle east, and I get a percentage from their earnings. The rest goes towards their upkeep and a cut for my father's business.

The 'boy' I had that enslaved itself before Christmas was currently working as a toilet slave in New Alexandre. I intended him on going to work in one of our family hotels shortly doing the same job. The slave was disappointing, and I couldn't see it being useful for much more than a urinal pipe.

My brother liked yank because it was good at face fucking. Then again, my brother liked anyone who allowed him access to their throat. Not that yank had a choice.

I ordered Gibbins to show Red the rest of the apartments and explained to Gibbins that because he was down to three slaves at that present time that he could use him for minimal jobs around the apartments.

The shortage issue was that there were two Nordic Killer slave's downstairs, another one was at the side of James being humiliated in any way he felt fit and then the two slaves working on the two newly enslaved employees and of cause the two others that were cleaning out the shit hole area, downstairs, at that moment. So upstairs, there was a shortage of slaves right then, setting up for the evening's festivities. The extra pair of hands would do Gibbins good. I am certain that you understand why our ration of seven slaves per family member was very restrictive to run a household for events like this.

Now Red was gone for a while I had time to bath and get dress for the evening. I always dressed myself. I never used a slave to dress me. I knew father did and my brother did, but I could never see the point. A waste of a slave's time.

Speaking of my father, he sent me a series of messages and instructions for the following few hours. Mostly things like make sure Taiwo does not do certain things.

Taiwo is Khari's first name, but he chose to go by his second name as he didn't like what Taiwo meant in my father's birth country. It basically meant the first child and the first child was checking to see if the world was safe for the second twin.

He hated thinking I was the important one and we were not both as worthy as each other. He was no slave for anyone. It would make sense why Khari was often head strung and aggressive. It always felt he was trying to prove something.

Father often asked me to watch over him and made sure he didn't step out of line. There was only so much I could do. Khari was extremely independent. I knew one day it could land him in hot water. Fathers concern was for tonight and the invite of the Prime Minister as he really wanted to be here but was stuck in Canada.

He knew we had the charm to entertain and besides he was only coming to pass over the three legal papers for the slaves heading to France at eleven. Although father wanted him to see what a slave ran household was like.

**

Dinner was filling up the house with its smells and I could hear commotion both next-door, in James room and outside in the hallway.

A knock on my door prompted me to ask them to enter, and in walked Red. He was looking more like a slave with only two hours of work from Gibbins. There was something about his stance.

"Sir!" he was being respectful, even more so than normal.

"Guests are arriving, and we have been informed that the Prime Minister will be arriving in ten minutes. Sir!"

"Good boy!" I said just to allow him to know I was pleased with how he was talking now. When I looked at him, I noticed that his little dicklet was rocking a little.

"Excited, are we boy?" I knew the answer and he knew not to reply with anything other than "Yes. Sir!"

"Go and do your duties. I am certain that Gibbins as assigned you with tasks tonight." I looked directly at it and the stated. "Until you are asked to do other tasks you are under the control of Gibbins!"

"Thank you. Sir!"

It had already learnt more slave etiquette in the past few hours than it has had since I first bummed its ass at the beginning of all of this.

**

I walked from my room to go over to the drawing room and almost at the same time I spotted my brother walking down the hallway with two beautiful white boys on either side of him. I naturally laughed out loud as James came out of his room with my brother closer to him, James chuckled too.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?"

We both were laughing because my brother had a certain type, and his current boy was not even shipped off to Paris. The boys were clearly free men but obviously were already willing enough to play my brothers games.

They were also twins in this case. Both identical and both blond. Both with collars and cages. I wondered if they knew that there was going to be more guests to the dinner and who they were. I wondered if their attraction was due to knowing my brother was also a twin. I felt a little drawn to that and I was certain that my brother did too.

"You was quick in finding a date!" I made a joke of sorts. The joke was greeted by a snarl from Khari and another chuckle from James.

Before we set walking towards the drawing room a commotion came from the far end of the hallway. We watched as the Nordic killer slaves came through the stairway doors from the slavery. They had the two newly enslaved workers with them.

Both new slaves looked directly at our posse, with anguish written all over their faces. Their o rings looked like they were aching now, and their bodies still had a sore pink shine to it. Droll made their chest shine and they were panting a little too.

What was new on both of their bodies were the small steel cock cages. The cages were no bigger than one inch and even from this position we could see they had no lock to them. They were permanent. You could only imagine how they both felt when they realised that they had been fitted with such devices. The younger one shot its load all over the slaveries floor only a couple of hours before. The thought that the last time you ejaculated without a cage on, all over the floor of a slavery whilst being caned must have been chilling for the slave. I have been told by a couple of male slaves they will always remember the last time they fucked someone as a freeman for the rest of their lives as it would have been the last time most slaves fuck rather than get fucked. Naturally there are exceptions to this point.

"Father wants them to stand on either side of the fireplace in the dining room!" I told the Nordics. They didn't reply. They didn't have to. Just nodded and passed into the dining room. Nordics don't speak a lot. It is a part of their charm. The Nordics knew they needed to stand at the side of them and ensure they didn't move all dinner.

There in front of us, in full view was Khari's slave. Next to him was the overseer. They went into the drawing room. The overseer would spend the evening assisting Gibbins with the slaves in his charge.

Khari's slave would be doing another service for the evening. It knew its task already and it knew it would be the last time in a while that it would spend serving its master in front of him. However, for now it was instructed to stand with its hands on its head and its head looking to the ground. It was exposed to anyone to touch its body. That was the point, and many of the guests did take up the opportunity.

James walked into the drawing room first. Then myself and finally Khari with his two new boys. We were not the only ones to laugh. A few jokes were shared between our friends. Khari did break a smile and told the boys to behave, whilst squashing their butt cheeks tightly with his hands.

The room was full of the other six guests. All young men in their twenties and thirties. All standing up mingling, and all of outstanding breeding. Two were Princes from European states that hold the modern slavery laws to heart. The others were mostly English. One was a cousin of James.

All these others were not of great importance. They were there just to enforce to the guest of honour the importance of bringing slavery into the country. The Prime Minister was the man to impress.

Father had been influencing the Prime Minister for some time and in turn the Prime Minister had been making waves in setting up a directory of modern enslavement laws in the country. He understood the importance of it. He knew that it would halve crime rates and enforce that even petty criminals are punished more severe. The prisons would slowly empty, and the cost of food would go down. The reason father wanted the Prime Minister to meet this group of individuals was because we were considered as the younger generation. Our point of view seemed to matter to this man.

I won't bore you with the nitty gritty of the next few hours, just the highlights.

The slaves brought in some white wine from our vineyards near Marseille. We talked about the slaves in the house in general. The free slaves were very well behaved. Especially Red, he was blending in with the others serving drinks.

My brother explained to everyone that one of his free slaves was going to Paris later, laughter filled the room. He then made the slave twirl in the centre of the room and then explained that between now and ten o'clock he will be available in the toilet at the opening of the hallway and was escorted away by Gibbins. The room was full of laughter.

I was the first to pay the room a visit, although I knew exactly what the set up was. The boy was on its knees looking upwards with some Perspex under his chin and its mouth opened by an o ring. The boys' hands restrained to the back wall and its cock cage attached to a pipe in the floor. It was being used as a classic human urine.

It probably thought that it would have been set up to be used as a fleshlight, but this was more degrading to the slave. Poor animal. It was almost being discarded by my brother. No last goodbye. No last fuck or suck goodbye. It had signed all the paperwork and was now simply my brother's property. Has I pissed in its mouth I wondered what its thoughts were for a second and then jumped back to reality. Its thoughts were not important.

Back to the room. In my absence the Prime Minister had arrived. He asked for no ceremony or anything. He certainly didn't get any. He just wanted to sit round a table and talk about introducing slavery in the UK. It was an unofficial visit. Also, he wanted to bring the extradition papers over personally and wanted to see the slaves being put on the van much later. He passed them over to Khari, who passed them to Gibbin's.

The PM was in his sixties. He had a beer belly and stunk of cigars. His accent was extremely Northern, and very unrefined. People loved him though. He didn't necessary like the upper class and so he was in conflict with the slave laws. He knew that it would benefit everyone in the room.

People like us would be able to afford to keep ourselves out of slavery. Slaves tend to be from middle- and lower-class families. Families that are not familiar in the court system or have the money to stop any enslavements. That was something the Prime Minister was looking at to improve on. He believed that he could iron out the issues with poor representation through the court system to make it fair on the middle and lower classes.

The other social issue was debtors. This acquainted to over thirty percent of slaves in America and forty as a worldwide issue. Most of us around the table did not find this a problem. The fact that at the present time the unemployed would receive benefits, this will be taken away, then slowly this class would be enslaved. Then the government would be able to lower taxes.

This played into the hands of the Prime Minister and his party. Many of his voters liked this. What they may not have understood fully that if you was on the lower end of earnings this could happen to yourself, eventually. However, many of the working class and middle class would become overseers, rather than the overseen.

The Prime Minister was talking to Prince Albert of Romania and his friend, who was incredibly quite. The Prince was a very casual young man. If you saw him in the street, you would think he was just a commoner. His English was perfect. Better than mine for sure.

Albert grabbed hold of the nearest slave and began to slap its ass. I couldn't hear the conversation, but I heard their laughter. My concern was for the slave boy. It was Red. Both the Prince and the Prime Minister turned around and looked at me. Twenty seconds later the PM was polite in moving away from the Prince and towards myself.

"Hello Kehinde!" he began the conversation with a smile. "I understand that that slave is a freeman!" he asked in an enquiring way, like you would ask a question to someone about another person that you was 'interested in'.

"That is right Prime Minister!"

"Oh, call me Gerald. This is supposed to be a simple gathering and its all unofficial."

"Its name is Red. It is purely a volunteer slave. Something we find England has a lot of under the woodwork." I explained mine and Khari's discovery since living in the UK, pointing over to my twin on the far side of the room. He was sat down with his two new boys at his feet, putting on a show.

"Those twins who are tonging on Khari's shoes have been wanting to do this for over a year. I remember my brother telling me about them not last Christmas gone. The one before. He also has another slave in the lavatory drinking down our piss this evening. That is one of the three slaves you have signed extradition papers for and will be heading to the continent later. It will make my brother over ten thousand pounds in the brothels of Europe over the next twelve months. If he ever sold the animal, he should get over thirty thousand for it, at today's prices."

I paused while he took everything in, whilst indicating him to follow me through into the dining room. I took him around the table to the other side of the fireplace so he could look directly at the fireplace and the four slaves there.

Everything was in symmetry, even the marble slaves were easily seen holding up the mantle either side of the fire. On the outside was the two Nordic Killer slaves. They were flicking their canes on the newly enslaved boys' bodies. They looked like fine figures of slave animals. Beautiful tight pure white skin. Full of muscles and covered with a little white loin cloth just for ascetic purposes. I knew their cocks where big and were made for penetrating.

"Those two slaves keep the peace around here. All of the other slaves stay in line because they are not to be messed with. They are called Nordic Killer slaves. I am certain they haven't killed anyone, but the name suggests they would if needed too. Just like a soldier in the arm forces. Just like Soldiers they have been trained and conditioned. They get special privileges but if they step one step out of line they are punished too. James, my friend that I believe you know his family wish to set up an equivalent slave training centre like the Nordic Killer slaves in the Yorkshire moors. When these slaves are sold, they fetch in access of one hundred thousand pound each. I am certain that you understand that Britain is missing out on some opportunities here."

One of the two newly enslaved moved slightly and the Nordic came down hard on the slaves' buttocks.

"The other two are the two former employees that we have asked to be extradited to France tonight. However, if they remained here my father would make over forty thousand pounds a year on each of them, working the fields for the super farms he wants to set up in the midlands. The farms will halve the cost of produce in the country."

I let it sink into the Prime Minister as he watched the saddened faces of the newly enslaved looking back at him. The older one was drooling down its face. Its cock cage was covered in some liquid, slave water from its dicklet or more drool. If only the Prime Minister could recall that he met it once at a tour of my father's operation in October. The slave was already going red. It clearly remembered meeting the PM and now all it was, was a despicable looking slave on display in a dining room.

"The point is that the UK government is missing out on all the taxing and lower costs from not having enslavement laws. It all could be implemented in a few changes almost overnight. Using the current systems. The prison service to operate slave processing and farm hands as overseers. A form of discipline slaves set up using military to oversee all of it. Prostitution could be finally monitored through enslaved whores. It will knock out red light areas and make it safe for both the whore and the johns. I think my father's reports he sent you are accurate that it could be set in motion within six months, using and adjusting current systems. No free person will lose their jobs because more overseers will be required. The cost of living will come down dramatically."

The Prime Minister was in deep thought. That was all I needed to say to him. I knew on Monday he would announce his parties' intentions of implementing the laws.

**

The food was amazing, and the company was out of this world. The Prime Minister was laughing all the way through the meal. He drunk a lot of wine. He also was slapping the slaves arses each time they went by him and even tapping or tickling their smooth nut sacks. No different to any of the other free men round the table, with the exception of Prince Albert's friend, who was almost silent.

The night was a success. I sent a message to my father, and he told me to offer the Prime Minister a room and a slave for the night.

"Any slave?" he looked down at his glass and then directly at myself. "I don't think that you would like my first choice."

"You want to fuck Red, don't you?" I smiled knowing the answer, "I expected that. He will come to your room at the end of the night."

The reason I knew he wanted Red, even before this evening was, I had been told he liked to frequent in the whore houses in Amsterdam after his wife died and he always went for gingers. Both male and females. It was not science or anything, just knowledge.

I looked at the clock. It was nine thirty.

"Gentleman. Gentleman. Three of our slave population are going on a journey tonight. The two newly enslaved behind us all and Khari's free slave who is now enslaved too. They are traveling by a slavery van at twenty-three hundred hours. However, they need to be prepared. So, if anyone wish to watch the preparations please follow my brother into the slavery. If not, I will be hosting a little party next door with one of the two Nordic killer slaves."

**

A few went down to the slavery, leaving myself, Prince Albert and his friend, James and the Prime Minister. They took two of the slaves they used for cleaning slaves earlier and one Nordic. Both Gibbins and the overseer went downstairs to assist. My brother took his two new boys down too.

The drawing room was moved round so there were seats round the side. At the side of each seat, a slave sat on its knees. The rest of the slaves were sent to the kitchen to clean up after the chefs.

In the centre of the room was basically a mattress covered in cushions and silk sheets. It looked like something out of a Shieks harem I once had the 'pleasure' to visit. Towards the side of the area was a pot full of a wax used in horticulture and the birthing of calves.

In the centre of the area was the Nordic killer slave. He was completely naked now with the largest cock throbbing and leaking pre cum. It was clear he was going to have sex in a few minutes and after a few days of being denied sex he was excited. I only hoped one thing. Red wouldn't be chosen. I didn't want to frighten him.

Music was playing softly in the background and the room was full of scents that frankly were making me horny.

James had done this before and so he explained.

"We have six slaves. All are now very experienced in servicing men. Including Red, who only started out as a free slave a few days ago." He paused and added to his comments, "the fucking whore!"

Everyone laughed. Even the slave next to me who I slapped round the back of the head to indicate him to behave. I looked over at Red and it was red in the face too. Poor animal.

"This is how this will work. All slaves have a number mark on their ass from one to six. If you text in the number to 696969 it will give a result of which slave should be fucked by the Nordic slave."

I just hoped that Red didn't get fucked by the Nordic. I did believe that there was to many against it being used in this way. I looked around the room and I kind of guessed that the Prince would go for yank. James told the slaves to walk round the room so we could see his number. Yank was number 2. I put the number in my phone. I spotted the Prime minster had chosen number six. That was the one kneeling next to me.

Roughly a minute later James announced that the winner was the slave next to me. I was the closest to the slave boy and I saw it shiver, I learned over it and whispered in its ear.

"If only you didn't smirk earlier, you would be sucking my cock, rather than demonstrating how our slaves can take Nordic pipe!"

"Come on boy!" James almost shouted like the slave was a dog or something, "Come on and crawl,

Come and get your bone boy!"

The room burst out in laughter and the slave crawled towards James at the side of the bedded area. I looked at Red and indicated him to come over to me. He began to get up and I sternly shook my head. He crawled over pass the other boy and towards me.

Both slaves got to their destination at the same time. Number six was at the feet of James in no time. James simply indicated for the slave to get onto the bed. Red nestled his head in my trousers. I opened my zip for him to get access to my bulge. The Prime Minister had one of the slaves close by sucking him off before Red had got into position.

This was no different than watching a live sex show in soho or the seedier areas of Paris. Red was balls deep with my cock. I twisted its head round so he could see the Prime Minister and then I spoke to him, in ear shot of the PM.

"My friend here wants your company tonight and I have said that will be ok. However, as a free slave I need you to consent to it. Will you tell the Prime Minister that you agree him to having you in his bed tonight and you will allow him to use you as a whore?"

I pulled his head away from my cock and my cock smacked my half-exposed abs. Red gasped a little, catching his breath as he began to speak.

"Sir, I am happy to come to your bed tonight and be used as a whore for as long and as many times that you wish, Sir."

The Prime Minister looked at the boy and asked the simple question.

"Do you want me to fuck you like a bitch boy?"

"Sir. Please fuck me hard like a bitch boy. I want you to cum inside of me and treat me like the slave I want to be one day!"

"So do you want to be one of the first slaves to be enslaved in this country boy?"

"Yes sir. I want to be the first!"

I had enough of its talk and forced Red back onto my cock.

"I'm sure we could look into arranging that for you boy!"

The boys mouth sucked hard on my dick as he heard the words.

"Thank the PM boy!" I slapped him around his head and as he was about to come off my cock, I pushed my cock all the way down to the hilt. He got the message.

"Han qu. Ime insta!"

The Prime Minister laughed "You're welcome you dirty little fuck hole!" I am certain that is a compliment coming from a Prime Minister to a faggot like Red.

**

Number six had already got in front of the Nordic slave. It was on its hands and knees. The Nordic was now standing up fucking the lesser slaves' mouth with its massive cock. The boy was almost choking as he sped up slightly. The Prime Minister moaned a little as he witness the look of pleasure of the Nordics face.

The Nordic knew he was required to make a show out of this. He pushed the fag slave onto the soft surface and climbed on top of the boy. He started pumping his cock into the slave's mouth, whilst watching everyone's reactions. I pushed Red's head to the hilt on my dick.

The boy was gasping, and I heard him scream when the Nordic pulled on his tits. The point of these scenes were that they were led and improvised by the dominant slave. It gave for a great show. The Nordic pulled the slave over and positioned him on all fours with itself facing the room.

Prince Albert got onto the mattress area and fed the boy his cock. The Nordic entered the slave from behind. They both got into a rhythm fucking the slave in the middle.

All I heard was the Prime Minister say something as he pushed his slave away.

"I don't want to cum yet!" The boy went to his side after being ordered to do so. I was certain was saving himself for Red.

Prince Albert pulled out of the slave's mouth and made a noise as he began to shoot his load all over the slave's face, the slave kept thanking him over and over again. The Prince stepped back and sat back on his chair, watching the Nordic continue on.

After about five-minute Gibbins came into the room and came over to me to speak.

"Sir your brother wanted me to inform you that it is ten fifteen and the piercer has arrived. He also wanted you to ask if any of the guests wanted to see the slaves leave the slavery if they could come on down."

"Very well Gibbins!" I continued, "Thank you for informing me. Can you also make sure a room is prepared for the Prime Minister to stay they night!"

"Yes. Sir!"

"OK. Nordic. You have exactly thirty seconds to shoot your load or your cock will be locked up for a month!"

By announcing this the Nordic sped up on his fucking and James reached for his phone to time it. In fairness because I gave James no warning to time it the time the Nordic had was about a minute. A soon as James announced twenty seconds he began to shoot into the lesser slave's hole. Whilst he was doing this the slave under him began to moan loudly.

"Are you cumming slave?" James looked at the slave's face and its locked dicklet and then announced, "The dirty fuck is shooting all over the place!"

The slaves face almost burst into flames with embarrassment.

Not everyone got relief, but no one really cared. They all knew that soon there would be other opportunities. I explained that I needed to take Red downstairs and if anyone else wanted to join us to see the other slaves leave for France then they could come with us.

Shortly after that the Prime Minister and I headed downstairs to the slavery with Red and the Nordic in the lift. The other freemen stayed talking and drinking wine or something strong. The slaves were set to working on the cleaning of the other room and kitchen. No moment would be wasted on a slave idling in anyway when the apartment had so many special guests. The two main chefs would have left for the evening leaving the kitchen to be cleaned by the slaves and Khari's free slave. Gerald told me despite knowing my father for a while he had never been into the slavery. I explained it was not very big in comparison to the others we owned abroad.

**

When we got down into the slavery, we heard a screech of one of the slaves. Suddenly everyone burst into laughter.

As we got closed, I saw why the slave was making such a noise. Its o ring had been made loose and was resting on its chest, no doubt so everyone could hear the noises it was making. Its hands tied up on a cross bars and legs trusted up backwards some way. Next to this slave was the other in exactly the same position. The two were panting badly.

There was plenty more room on the cross bar.

Next to the first slave was a fat man with a white beard and not one spot on his upper body was without a tattoo. He wore leather trousers and a stern face. He had a little table at the side of himself and next to him was a young man. He had to be legal in order to work for the guy, but he didn't look the same age as myself or Red. He did look legal though.

The assistant was not quite naked. He had a collar round his neck, clearly wasn't a slave because of the laws here but looked like one. He had a pair of tight leather shorts that opened at the zipper to reveal an extremely small button cage. His cock had been pushed into his body and his balls were both in a stainless-steel cast, supported by the o ring round his shaft somehow. It looked awfully painful. He had nothing else on in regard to clothes. No shoes or sock or a t shirt. He had however piercings. His tits had two large rings through them and his nose had a half horseshoe through it with two little holes on Ethier end. A chain dropped down from the nose ring to his nipples and then down to the little piece of metal where his cock would be.

The boy was the assistant of the tattoo and piercing specialist my father employed from time to time. Although slavery was not legal at this moment in time in the UK there was still a need for such men. Even freemen liked to get there free slaves tattooed or pierced and often men like this offered it as entertainment in clubs and bars. Many men saw it as a turn on and reminded them of times watching the many slave handlers in Europe.

I knew this guy was famous for his shows. He would humiliate slaves and his own 'slave boy' would often be the centre of attention from others.

His stage name was Spike. His slave boys name was called tiny. James once fucked the slut in a club while a dozen or so guys watched him being used. He was definitely a total fag.

Spike turned and saw Red. His face lit up with a grin.

"Is this the other slave that needs its tits sorted?" he asked knowing the answer.

"Its beak and belly button too!" was my reply as I noticed Red step back slightly. "Be a good boy!"

He then moved forward. "Yes. Sir. Sorry. Sir."

Spike grabbed a harness that strapped under a boy's arms and went to the back. It was on a hoist and within ten seconds had placed it on Red. In another ten he got Red into position and hoisted my animal up in the air next to the other two. The difference with Red he was in a more comfortable position. Spike then grabbed his feet and pulled them behind him and clipped some restraints on them attaching them to the back of the harness. These types of harness are the most comfortable.

"Ok faggot!" Spike spoke to Red. "As you are a free slave you get your piercing using a little antiseptic rub and painkiller. This will make them go numb and will take much of the pain away. Happy faggot?" he asked for consent.

"Yes Sir. Please let me look like a slave, please sir," I wasn't expecting Red saying that and I don't think anyone did as everyone burst out in laughter.

"Very well boy. Let's do this!"

The free slave assisted Spike, and he quickly numbed the areas and then within ten seconds do the right tit and then the left. He then did the belly button and the nose ring. I was not expecting it to be done in less than a minute. He was quick with it. Red's face was white as snow. Spike just reached up and released the harness and Red fell to the floor.

He then moved on finishing the two slaves off as Red didn't even move at all. I was not sure if he had passed out, but I could see he was breathing so I was not concerned.

Spike began to continue piercing the other two again. Now he was slapping them about between screams and laughter and was making all of it just linger. The two slaves were screaming.

"Here is the thing. You two are slaves. You have been enslaved for thief. You don't deserve any mercy or any empathy. You will suffer and you deserve to suffer.

Red looked up and I motioned him to crawl to me. He moved very slowly and his head downwards. He looked a little sick.

"You ok boy?" I asked. He nodded but nothing much more. In fairness to have four piercings done that fast could take a lot out of anyone. He didn't kneel just crawled up like a dog on the floor.

Had I pushed him too far?

**

The Nordics were the next to come over with three slave cages. They began strapping in the three slaves that were going to the continent.

All three including Khari's slave looked like true slaves now and ready for the rest of their lives. Their arseholes were violated by large pegs to keep them secure. These cages were lower and smaller than most are and were designed for slave vans. They ensure that a few more slaves could be carried on a packed van.

All of their ill-fated heads went through a small hole. Sticking them out of the actual cage. It meant that the guards could feed them The base was soft leather, so they were comfortable, although their bodies low down to allow more to be stacked up in them. On the top of the metal cage was a carry handle and a place to put all of their paperwork. Khari dealt with his boy whilst the overseer did the two newly enslaved workers. Soon all three were slavering all over the ground. They looked pathetic.

Red then started to show a bit more life. I knelt down and started to whisper to it, whilst stroking its hair.

"You did so well today. I am so proud of you boy. I need you to stand now and move behind me and place your head downwards and hands behind your back too. You need to look like a slave when the slavers get here." It wasn't really 'needed' I just wanted it to push itself. Slowly it did as it was told too.

Spike and his boy was now cleared up their equipment and he shook my brother's hand. Khari pulled on the boy's chains, who thanked him. Spike turned to me to say goodbye and said when I was ready to contact him if I wanted my boy to have chains too. I said I would. Spike then looked at Gerald. It was the first time he really saw his face and simply said. "Good evening, Prime Minister!"

The two vans must have passed each other going through the turnstiles for the building, as soon as Spikes van vanished the van came for the collection.

The van was black and had blue lights on the side as it was from Europe and slave vans have priority like emergency vehicles. Two burly officers got out of the van and greeted my brother and the slave handler. They checked the paperwork and then went over to the slaves. The Prime Minister then stepped forward.

"Evening gentleman. I'm Gerard Davison."

He put his hand out to shake their hands. The shorter of the two realised straight away.

"Hello Prime Minister. It is a pleasure to meet you!" he shook his hand and then the taller of the two followed suit.

"I am visiting for two reasons today. One is to observe the set up here and the other is to get a better understanding of the slave industry and how we can implement it over here!" he explained.

"I can't help but notice you are both English. Are you employed by ourselves or France!"

"Ah. It's a joint venture. The true purpose of this van is to collect slaves that have escaped Europe and take them home. This shipment is very unusual!"

"I do hope the rumours are true that you will bring in enslavement laws soon!" the other guard said.

"So how many slaves do you collect then?" I asked.

"About twenty a week. So that's why we have this shipment on Fridays." the taller of the two picked up one of the cages. "Do you want to look inside?"

There was no need to answer. Myself, my brother and the Prime Minister followed them to the back of the van. Once the doors were open it looked so different to the slave carriers in Africa and the middle east. You would have thought I would have seen inside of a European slave van before, but I hadn't.

All of the slaves were at the side of the van on shelves stacked three up. The slave's heads sticking out and downwards. All were looking exhausted. Naked slaves. I spotted two young women inside too. Female slaves are rare, mainly because the thought of slavery scares women and so they tend to behave more, and the other reason is that as soon as they become slaves they mostly get put in brothels and restricted areas with no chance of escape.

The smell was quite pleasant though. I thought it would stink but a fan took the smell away. It wasn't very warm though and the slaves could not move too far. However, they were all moving backwards and forwards on the little plugs stuck up there are holes.

"What will happen to all of these?" the Prime Minister enquired.

"They have escaped and made it to the UK. So, all of them will lose their status from class one and two slaves and become class four and five slaves. Depending on where they escaped from."

A couple of the slaves shuddered at the thought of their fate. Class one and two slaves are the ones that work in society and when they are first enslaved do jobs such as factory work, farming and servitude positions, such as service slaves and whores in brothels.

Both class four and five slaves are considered a high flight risk and so making them unable to move halts the flight risk issue.

Class four slaves are usually tethered to turbines or equipment and made to work long and demanding hours. It is usually back breaking work. Class five is much worst, as they often have lost body parts so they cannot escape, with little movement they are left with. All they mostly do is dangle. Or sit on a cock shaped peg all day, until they are removed. Some are used for urinals and others for fuck holes.

I had seen slaves serving like this in harnesses attached the ceiling with their remaining body dangling down. Whilst they are to be used as upper fuck holes in a certain type of brothel that would make their lives a hell like existence. Often, they are given a drug that keeps their little shrunken dicklet hard and produces fag slime. They would often shoot a watery slime as the drug would keep them forever horny. Their balls would constantly ache from the watery juice they produce. The thought made me shudder. The stress some slaves go through is harsh and yet many feel it's necessary to be used as preventatives. I suspect a couple of the good-looking slaves in the back of the van will find themselves in whore houses like this by the time their bodies have healed after their punishments for escaping.

Some forms of cruelty was unnecessary though.

Often the first time they are face fucked is in front of crowds of slaves in order to send a clear message. The shame breaks such animals.

The two slavers loaded up the three slaves quickly.

I noticed that Red was trying to peer inside.

"Come here boy!" I pulled it to the opening of the van, "This is how we transport slaves nowadays. Do you think you'll like this when it comes your turn boy?"

"Yes. Sir!"

"Of cause, he would, the faggot!" my brother pointed out, to a choir of laughter.

Soon they were on their way too. That would be the last time we'd see the two former employers.

**

We returned upstairs and my brother offered the services of his free slave chef for the night for myself as he became aware of the arrangements of the Prime Minister and Red. I took him up on the offer. James, the Prince and his friend had gone to their rooms. I was certain to hear more about that tomorrow. The Prime Minister took Red to his room and Kharis sat in the drawing room talking while he contacted his free slave. The twins sat on their knees either side of my brother, kissing his feet, something Khari made all of his slaves do. What seemed odd was that the slave he had in toe for over six months was not there. It felt as though them was an empty space.

The door of the drawing room opened and in walked Gibbins. "Hello Sirs. The kitchen and house is now cleaned up and I have now sent the remaining slaves down into the slavery for the evening. Is it ok if I retire this evening?"

"Yes. Of cause. Is Pearce around still. I have sent him a message, but he has not replied?" my brother enquired about his free slave.

Gibbins didn't have to replied as Pearce walked into the drawing room. Naked.

"I'm sorry. Sir. I was in the shower!" he explained.

I looked up at the slave. He was only five foot six and totally naked apart from a silver cock cage. He worked in a uniform but when he was required like this for service my brother made him appear naked. Gibbins was amused by the faggot's eagerness to serve the master. None of the staff was permitted to touch him but they all looked at the fag's perfect frame.

"My brother is without a slave tonight. You will serve him as his bed slave tonight!" my brother told him his requirements.

"Yes. Sir.!"

With that Gibbins retired and so did myself, taking Pearce with me.

I suppose I would find out how Red got on in the morning.

Next: Red is given more tasks. The truth about the Princes friend comes out. Trouble arises for Khari, but father deals with it.