Today is my first slave interview, and I am pretty nervous as I walk down the street to the centre. Before I tell you about the interview let me tell you how it all started.
My name was Manav, I was a successful engineer working at a top water purifing firm. Yes water purifing because in 2032 water is sold and is expensive then fuel. Earth is in worst state, clean water and food isn't even available for the rich anymore forget about the air. The burning 50 degreee Celsius has dried everything on planet.
Other than that, women have became endangered, there's only 1 women by 10 lakh men. This made some man more agreesive and distructive and some very week because of polluted food and water.
To tackle that a private company named fag factory came up with a solution, called volenteer slavery. It's an experiment project they had been running since 5 years. I read on thier website while I was in cab from work at 1am at night, yes everyone in 2032 is over worked and underpaid. But I am at top of the food chain so I don't care much.
I don't even care about the company's moto, I only want a master in life who can own me complete, I have tried all kind of abusive kinks and that's the only time I felt alive. I logged in to their website, then it asked if I am slave or master, I selected the obvious. Then a screen popped up, saying "If you want to be slave you need to visit the centre physically, online services are only available for master's."
"What the fuck." I yelled startling the driver but he didn't say anything. This made me really annoyed, I am not a slave yet so what's the issue registering online. But the address was just a half hour walk from my home so I decided to go in the morning as Tommorow was Sunday.
MASTER VICKY'S POV
Scrolling grinder till 1 am at night is frustrating but I get really good subs sometimes, I am a ruthless dom top. I only give the fags will to enter my house on his choice but he leaves on mine. I make them stay couple of days sometimes, to clean, cook and model for my paintings. No matter they want to stay or not, I don't listen.
I am an artist and I require models all the time but why should I hire a human when I can get a fag for free from grinder. A human may argue to pose in some positions but a fag don't have a free will.
But my last sub was very tough to handle, he didn't obey even after I beat him unconscious. He did tell me about this company that provides life time slaves.
I stopped scrolling grinder and thought of giving it a try. I logged into thier website then it asked "master or slave" this made me angry, do I look like a fag, I clicked master. It gave me two options:
Physical visit to store.
Or
Ragister from home.
I clicked the second option, then. It asked my name, address, and my type. I tapped on twinks. That's the only reasonable option for a 7 feet brown hairy hunk like me.
After I filled all the details it said an employee will come to my place in 15 mins.
That's what I like about this century, poor needs to overwork to even afford clean water making it possible for companies to make them work at 2 am in night. I was just thinking about that when bell rang on door. It was surprisingly quick. I was naked in my bed if it was a fag from grinder I would have opened the door but as it was employe from a firm didn't felt right, so I just wore my underwear and went to door.
I was surprised to see a completely naked twink with a tattoo on his chest of company's logo and a number written over it. "I am from fag factory sir, you applied for registration?"
I pulled him inside quickly and shut the door. "What the fuck is this, why are you naked, did my neighbours see you?"
"I.... don't know... there were some people on street..." He said looking scared.
"Did you walk down here like this?"
"Yes sir, as a permanent slave owned by the company, we are not allowed to ware any clothes at any time."
I grabbed his neck hard and said, "If I get any complaints from neighbour, I swear you and your fag firm will regret!" And when I let go of his throat he fell down on ground grasping for air.
"Do... don't worry sir, we are protected by government, no complaint can be filed."
"What the fuck why would government allow such things."
"Sir our firm is ragistered as environmental reservation firm in records, it started in 2090 and since then have enslaved 30 lakhs of fag's, according to firms policy we don't allow any fag's to use anything that harms environment, they are only allowed to consume recycled food and water." He gave me pamphlet in which all of it was explained though photos and diagrams.
I went to sit on sofa and he walked behind me and sat on floor near me. "Government have observed a huge impact on numbers, from next few months we have got permission to run huge ad campaigns to promote it more, by 2040 we plan to make it compulsory law then just a private service firm."
My dick went hard listing to it, the diagram were filled with fag's being abused. "Compulsory fag law huh!"
"Yes sir, in future, master will be protected by the law and more legal rights will be introduced to promote it. It will allow man to enjoy exploiting nature as always while maintaining a balance."
"So, how do I sign up for it." I asked.
"Sir before I tell you that, I must share some terms and conditions. There are some rules that all slave must follow lifetime, breaking them will be treated by strict actions:
1. Slave can only eat Slave Chow, you can easily buy it from our store. It comes in many flavours, blend, cum, spoilt (original flavour) and more..."
"What the fuck, sounds like a financial scam to me! You want make me a permanent coustomer."
"I am sorry sir, but it's not a scam, see government only allows it as it helps in curing environment, as food is not enough to feed humans. it can't be wasted on fags."
"I don't give a fuck about environment, this is annoying shit!"
"Sorry for frustrating you sir, but we can't do anything about companys policy, if you don't like it you may choose another firm to buy a fag.
And let me tell you slave chow is 2 times cheaper then human food on market. And one spoon of it gives enough nutrition for a fag to servive a week starving."
"Oh well, you must have told me that before, that's amazing then."
"Sorry sir, I must have, deserve a punishment, can you please correct me before I tell you other rules."
"Wtf, are you serious?"
"Yes sir, It's only right, it might be new to you but our slaves are trained by finest guidance."
I rubbed my throbbing dick and asked, "what do you think would be right punishment for it?"
"Whatever you prefer sir, I will honor that, you are the man but I must tell you that for any permanent damage you may have to pay the company for repair."
I gave him three slaps in a raw. He feel on ground. "Now get over with your rules quickly..."
"T... thank you.... Sir,
2. Slaves can only drink recycled water or pee, human water is prohibited for life. Recycled water is also available at our stores, we make it by recycling pee ofcourse. We clear all the impurities but leave the taste.
That's it sir, other than that you may impose any rule on your property."
"Well fair enough, by the way whats this slave chow made of?"
"Sir we collect left over and spoilt food from restaurants and party venues. Recycle it, add required nutrition for fags, as it's original taste is sour n spoilt we also add some flavours, it depends on masters what they want their slaves to feed. But those unowned fags who are still looking for thier masters get to choose between original and blend only for 5 times the original price."
"Hahaha, that's a really nice policy, charge extra to these fags." I remove my underware and slapped it on his face.
"Well yes sir, the idea was to make it expensive then the human food from unowned fags. Its the only right thing to do. + government also take doble tax from them. An average fag spend all its money in buying overpriced chow, water, and clothes. Making it almost impossible for him to enjoy it's earnings unless the fag is insane rich."
"Clothes?" I asked.
"Yes sir, as an unowned fags live a normal life till owned, they is restricted by more rules then I told you, like they must only use recycled clothes make by recycled garments thrown out by men. There are many more rules if you would like to listen..."
"Do you see this dick," I grab my hard 12 inch cock to show him, "it's waiting to fuck your guts, if you don't hurry in registering me, I am telling you I am gonna fuck you before it and you will regret that your whole fag life."
"Sorry sir, Sir we have several different packages for the masters.
15000 per month, in which you will get 10 slave profiles per week and you can buy any one per month.
30,000 per month, in this you will get 20 slave profile per week + you can test selected slave before buying in anyway you want. + You will own half of slave's property that you choose.
1 lakh per month, you will get first access to all the best quality vergin fags, + you can interview them in your private dedicated cabin and own everything fag had."
"Well it would be a shame if I don't go for lakhs."
We did the transactions, signed the paperwork, then he sat on knees and asked, "thank for trusting us for you slave, sir, do I have the permission to leave now?"
"Are you kidding me," I grabbed it's hair hard and pull him on my cock and pushed him deep in throat in one go, "you are here for a few days." I hold his head deep in pubes for a minute, then I let him go and he falls back in speed which made me laugh.
Laying on floor he says, "sir, if... If... (Caughs) If I don't... Reach the centre on time I will be punished." I sit on his chest aiming my dick on his lips and says "Oh I hope the punishment will be harsh!" Before a invade his throat again."
Manav's POV
I woke up to my phone ringing in the morning, it had 26 messages by now, all of them from the fag factory, different ads telling now submitting is the only right choice for me. One ad had a hunk watching TV, sitting on a fag who in doggy position imitating a sofa, fag mouth Is covered with lather mask with no holes at all, hunk is seen eating grapes. A plate full of grapes is placed on the back of another fag sucking the hunk. A tag line was written on it, "Let's bring the natural balance, there's only two types in the world, it's better to get in your place ASAP then to wonder the world aimless."
I slipped the phone aside, I was really hard seeing that but I was sleep deprived, this job don't let me sleep enough, it's only Sundays when I get some rest, but the phone woke me up too early, I made a strong coffee. I kept hearing the phone ring, these people have no chill! With every ring I was getting horney. After clearing n bathing I was so horney, I decided to just ware some clothes and leave to the centre. I booked a cab and left, it was just half hr away but in an isolated area, it was obviously a huge fectory so it made sence.
I could see a huge crowd protesting near the centre. I was shocked to see them, how people get energy after working so late, my company let's me go early then a normal working hrs but still I am left with no energy, as soon as I get of the cab, I could hear some of them yelling at me "Fucking Fag... Animal.... Eat shit..." I ignored them and went towards the centre.
First on the road there were two stores by fag factory, one was dedicated to the masters, which had huge sofas, with colourfull interior, with automatic Glassdoor, other one was for slaves, it was black n white, no furniture, no gates or lights, only sunlight was going in which was making things visible enough. Both stores were guarded by naked muscler man with the company's logo tattooed on thier chest. They didn't even had footweare but had a belt which was holding a electriculor.
After the store there was the gate to the centre, a reception was there on Street by the gate only, I went to one of the slaves on the reception and asked "Hey, I had a registration... As a...."
"As a what?"
"Ugh! Fag!"
"Oh" he scanned my face by a device and said, "yes it is here." He gave me an empty box, "Put all your possessions and clothes in this box, you will get it back when you leave. Make sure you put everything, even underware, pearcings etc etc."
"What!? Are you serious!"
"Yes, no slave can wear or possess anything, specially inside the centre."
"But I am not a slave yet, I came here to understand what this is. After I sign up then you can take it."
"Sir!" He said in calming voice. "We understand that and we are not taking anything, it's just the factories policy, it helps you understand it more only, and you will get everything back when you leave."
"Ghosh! Okay, where is the changing room?"
"There's no changing room sir, you need to do it here on Street. Or you may take the box anywhere you feel comfortable and come back."
"Where will I go in this isolated place?"
It did not reply to me instead started talking to another person that came. I looked at the guy who was undressing in an open corner, and the protesting crowd, they were shouting taking videos, some of them who where here for fun only were laughing, one of through a tamato on him. I didn't know what to do. Then the fag at reception said, "sir please leave the reception area clean if you don't have any questions left, Sunday are very busy, we are getting alot of visitors.
I went to the corner where the man was stripping. "Don't be scared, you already come too far, atleast go in see whats there."
"But isn't it too harsh?" I asked
"Are you kidding me, this is what a slave life is, I am having the best time, if you think this is harsh then you should go home, they are testing us, observing us..." he pointed at the camera on the wall. "...and you are disappointing then every second you wait." He picked up the box and left. But he was right, there no point going back without exploring now, and I placed my phone money jwellery homekeys in the box then I started to strip, I could hear the pictures clicking, the shouting got louder, I got two tomato, a rottan pumpkin and cucumbers till I was done. Cucumber hitted the hardest.
I gave the box to the receptionist then he pointed to the gaurd, he let me in the facility. Inside the entrance it was well decorated and air conditioned. A slave cordinator walked to me it didn't say anything, he had a handcuff that he locked in one of my hands, and started dragging me, it was walking fast, and it was a little hard for me to keep pace, he look me to the wating room. It had two gates one for master, and other was for fag's, he dragged me through the fag one, a sudden slap of heat, there was no air conditioner or fan in that room, ofcourse they air conditioned the whole facility for masters but the moving into heat like that is surreal.
There were ten slaves already there, cuffed to eachother like a chain, he cuffed me to last one. Then he told me. "Tour will start in a while, stay still till then, moving or speaking will result in punishment." He grabbed the electricutor while saying it and left.
It was a one huge room seprated by a glass wall. The only thing common in both spaces was that both had 3 slave-gaurds standing by the walls with electricutor on the belt. Master's space was lit with coast lights, sofa and tables, wallpapers, decor, ac, etc whereas over space was empty, lit by open window which was letting heat in. Walls were grey with posters with instructions on how slaves should behave.
One of the slave in line tried to ask the guar something but just as he started speaking a gaurd shocked him with the electric rod. We all felt the shock as we were connected by the metal handcuff with naked n bare feet. I can't lie but it did made me a little hard but the shock was so hard no one spoke in fare. I did think it was too much for the start
"speaking is not allowed yet." Gaurd said.
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