Master's world

It turned out that the new judge was just changed tomorrow, as he also turned 18 that day, just like his present age he was 18 inches long which is clearly bigger than the 12 inches old judge had.

The old judge was now retired after one month of service, to live the life of free money. 

The qualifications don't matter anymore, but the sign of manhood does, which is the size and hardness of the dick. All the law schools were turned into slave training schools long ago.

The chariot stopped at the gate of the master's fort. No slave chariot was allowed on the official ground, a slave must walk barefoot because that's how nature wants it.

It was the first time I was walking on my bare feet outside, the fort was 12 km away from the gate. It was half hour after I started to see nude slaves walking around, they were so many, and so fast that I couldn't even count them. There was also a muscular slave who was whipping other working slaves. It took me a minute to realise that he was whipping them for no reason. It made my dick super hard.

My slave agent squeezed my balls without any warning and I let out a cry before a tear fell out of my eyes. "You can't see your master like that, this is so disrespectful."

For slaves, having even a hard dick was a crime.

A slave was waiting for us at the entrance, I almost lost my breath seeing his both nipples covered in ink, it was a tattoo saying, Buttler. He had a trolley with him, with a huge plate on top of it, "you need to sit on this." Agent said. 

I didn't know what fucked up shit was going on, but I didn't have a choice. I placed my leg on the plate and I burned like it just came from the stove. I pulled my leg right back screaming. "It's another marketing strategy slave, it's gonna make your ass nice red and juicy." Agent explained.

"There's no way I am sitting on this," I yelled.

Buttler slapped me on the face and grabbed my hands while the agent grabbed my legs and both of them throw me on the plate, it made a sizzling sound as it toasted my buns. Then they placed a lid above me. And I could feel the trolley moving, the air escaped quite soon n I was boiling inside, I was trying not to let my foot or any other part touch the sizzling bottom but the agent kept shaking the trolley hard in the elevator.