Master's world

before I start the story my present master wants you to know that this slave was punished reasonably for wasting the first ch in general details which everyone in our world already knows.

I knew the clock struck midnight as I heard the knock on the door, my stepfather came in with his 8 inch hard dick hanging from his pants, 5 years ago when they made the new laws, they also banned the zippers, instead of new pants and underwear were introduced with a wide whole at the Crouch.

I knew he was excited for my birthday by the hardness of his dick. "Happy Birthday son, I have bestest gift of your life this year."

He dragged a fully naked man into the room, the slaves are not allowed clothes, no matter if it's even snowing outside. And that's how you tell a difference between a free man and a slave. "Here's your gift son, a private slave agent, I hired him just for you so I could save a huge amount from the tax."

I was surprised how certain he was that I wasn't going to be a free man, he did already know the size of my dick. He came forward and hugged me, "make me proud son, be the highest bid! Should we start the ceremony if you are ready?"

"Can I go for a small walk first?" I asked, and my father slapped me on my face. "You are not a free man anymore, son, you are a property, the property doesn't get to choose and you must understand that," he said calmly, "We will start now so I can get the money as fast as I can."

My father gave a camera to the slave agent, "We are gonna go live on Instagram, so we can get the best bidders across the globe!"

The ceremony was going to be to live to everyone, my friend, my relatives, I didn't know about that, it must be the slave agent who suggested it. no matter how humiliated I felt my dick was getting hard on the thought, I think I kind of like The humiliation.

If I was a free man, in the ceremony, we would have ripped a pinata, but that wasn't the case. Instead, my father ripped my clothes till I was in my underwear as the slave agent recorded it all. Then the slave agent handed my father a whip, as he said, "slaves are never clothed but only decorated by its owners."

I never seen that whip before and I was confused, my father must have sensed that since he said, "Don't be confused son, it's a marketing strategy created by the owner of your slave agent, we are gonna whip your ass 18 times for good luck and they are gonna Market that too, don't you think that they are the best?"

"Yes daddy," I said because I knew better than saying anything else or keeping quiet. However, I didn't know why I was rock hard now.

It was when jake, my best friend, kale, my bully, came in. Both of them were already 18 and the free men with 7 and 8.5 inches.

"You are right at the time for the party, boies," my father said. "It was also your agent's master idea to call your bullies and friends, but you are such disgrace that you only had one friend."

"Happy Birthday fag." Said kale and jake just laughed at it, and it was when I shade my first tear. My father gave the whip to jake, "you guys have fun, I need to reward my slaves." He said holding his dick before all three of them laughed and he left the room.

"On all your fours fag," jake said,

"Before we begin I should explain the ceremony..," started the slave agent, "The each master will perform 18 strikes on slave's ass, as the sing of its age and good luck, and by the Strick, his underwear should be completely ripped, if it remains intact, the Stricks shall be doubled."

Both of them bumped their fists as they yelled, "cool!!!"

Without even a warning I heard a whoosh in the air, before the first strick landed on my butt, I yell as my eyes were filled with tears. It was jake who was whipping and kale was fingering slave agents ass.

A master never works to earn money, it is his slave are supposed to labour, earn and satisfy the master, so the master can use his brain efficiently for his and his slave's well fair.

Here slave agent do all the work for his master and all the money is directly goes to his master and the slave is never supposed to know the amount earned, as they are property with no brain. There's a saying in our world, masters are the brain while slaves are bruised hands only good for labour.

It was the fifth Strick when I fell on the ground and jake started to kick my ass and yell, "stay on all fours you fag, the ceremony is not done yet, don't you wanna make your daddy proud, you worthless piece of shit." I managed to get back on fours, and even before I could settle completely, jake started to fling the whip and harder than before. Kale had a salve agent to put the camera on the table while he was fucking his ass.

There was a public law in our world, which said that if the slave isn't around its owner, it is as good as lost property and the founder could do anything they please with it, and if the slave shows any resistance it will have to see the court. That gave kale the power to abuse my slave agent anyway he wants.

It was the 10th strick when my underwear remained no more and push the slave agent away and kicked my face, "your underwear is cheap you are, I was expecting at least 50 stricks, and you didn't even let me have a chance!"

"Am sorry master," I pleaded, "My stepfather didn't want to spend much money on me as it seemed like a waste to him."

"You are gonna pay for this fag!" Kale said, with the last kick on my face, while jake kept smacking my ass and I knew it already went over 18.