Becoming Slave 172
by Tombscreen
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Chapter 1: Noah’s Downfall
5 NOVEMBER 2035
Slave 268-896-172 lay locked in its steel cage, unable to sleep in the cold cellar on the winter night, naked except for its thick steel collar, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and steel chastity cage. It could feel Master Ross’ cum seeping from its used hole.
Today was its 21st birthday, although it had no idea as it had long since lost track of time passing. Its mind drifted to its “old life". It could barely remember a time before it was owned by Master Ross. It couldn’t even remember the feeling of an erection, or an orgasm, or even just wearing clothes.
Yet just over a year previously, 172 was a free man. A young lad with a promising future.
1 SEPTEMBER 2034
Noah Roberts was a 19-year-old student, fresh out of school in rural Yorkshire and starting afresh in the big city at the University of Salford. He was straight and most definitely enjoying his first taste of freedom away from home – meeting new people, partying most nights, getting laid whenever he wanted & dabbling in getting stoned.
Noah was a good-looking lad, 5’9” in height with short, light brown hair. He put a lot of effort into his appearance, sporting a sparse smattering of body hair and a slim physique that he’d developed as the star striker of his high school football [soccer] team. But his real assets were his bottomless, jade-green eyes and his cheeky smile.
Girls fell over themselves to spend the night with him. Not to mention the many men who had gotten lost in the sight of his plump bubble butt. He had many gay friends and was always happy to flirt and tease, but he was very comfortable with his sexuality and to the disappointment of many was strictly straight.
Being a bright law student, Noah knew all about the Slavery Acts in the UK. They were introduced by the Conservative government as a way of reducing the cost of running prisons, by converting some prisoners into indentured slaves for the duration of their sentences. The success of the scheme led to it being extended to virtually all prison sentences under the right circumstances, and the rules around how slaves could be used became quite lax.
Prisoners would be auctioned off to the highest bidders for the length of their sentence, with the state pocketing the cash generated while the new owners took on the legal & financial responsibility for their maintenance and upkeep.
Provided the slaves weren’t permanently harmed (at least not physically) there were virtually no limits anymore on how slaves could be used, with most put to hard labour earning back their owner’s investment.
Noah had always supported them, although he was only a kid when they were first introduced. One of his old acquaintances from school, Ryan Walsh, had actually been enslaved last year for drunk driving. He had been bought by a corporation and worked down the copper mines now.
Obviously, it sucked for Ryan that he would spend the next 15 years in hard labour, fed only on gruel and driven on by the ever-present whip of his overseers, but Noah couldn’t feel too sorry for him. He knew what he was doing, he knew the price, he deserved it.
But Noah's opinion of the Slavery Acts would change that night, when his whole world came crashing down.
Noah was at a house party with his friends, celebrating the start of their second year at uni. Blind drunk & high as a kite, he found himself grinding against some girl he had just met. He knew she wanted him – most girls did – and he was horny. It was going to be a good night.
Of course, Noah hadn’t just bought enough weed for himself, he wanted to impress his friends so he bought enough for his roommates too. Noah knew the law inside out, but it was only a bit of weed. Harmless fun.
Until the police arrived.
They had originally been called for a noise complaint, but they couldn’t let the stench of weed at the party go uninvestigated. One by one they searched everyone. There were a few people caught out, including all of Noah's roomies. Of course, they refused to say where they got the weed, but it was obvious once Noah was searched that he had more on him than one lad could need, so he was arrested for dealing.
Of course, Noah denied being a dealer - he wasn’t selling it, just helping out his friends. Noah knew if he held his hands up he would probably get a lighter sentence, but he refused on principle to admit to something that wasn’t true. Anyway, enslavement never crossed his naïve mind – surely, he’d just get a fine, maybe a bit of community service.
The truth set in once his lawyer arrived. He was an acquaintance of a family friend, hastily organised by his parents who Noah knew could barely afford his services. His choices were laid out in the bluntest of detail – take a plea deal and be enslaved for 5 years, or go to trial and potentially face twice that.
Even if he were acquitted, Noah knew the legal bill would bankrupt the family. His parents had already had to re-mortgage their family cottage so that he could be the first in the family to go to university.
Noah was stunned, speechless for a few moments before he began to tremble. He had been caught seemingly red-handed with a flimsy excuse, and his legal studies taught him that in a situation like this, 9 out of 10 juries would convict him. Either way, he couldn’t bear the thought of his parents & kid brother being turfed out onto the streets by the bailiffs when the legal bill came, all because of his stupidity.
DAY 1 of SLAVERY
Noah sobbed uncontrollably throughout his arraignment hearing. He simply nodded when the magistrate asked whether he would take the plea deal. After that he broke down completely, barely paying attention as the magistrate read out the details of his enslavement.
His mind was a million miles away, cursing himself for being so stupid. But he knew enough already to know what would happen next. The court guards led Noah from the dock to the floor of the court, directly in front of the judge. While the entirely unsympathetic judge signed Noah’s enslavement orders, the prisoner was ordered to strip – right then & there in front of the whole court.
As Noah shed his ill-fitting, borrowed suit, he had never felt so humiliated. He hesitated once he reached his underwear, a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs - surely he would be allowed to keep some modesty in public? But the guards weren’t in the mood for messing around & promptly grabbed the fabric & unceremoniously yanked them to the floor. He was a slave now, and slaves didn’t get to be modest in free company.
Next a leather collar was secured around Noah’s neck and he was led away by an attached chain leash, to be taken straight to the National Slavery Agency facility within the courthouse to be registered & processed. He would be auctioned off the following day to the highest bidder.
The last straw in Noah’s mental shutdown came when he spotted his parents crying in the public gallery, as he was led out of the room totally naked except for the tight black collar. In all the commotion of his arrest and night in the cells, he hadn’t seen or spoken to them directly. After his auction tomorrow, whether he would ever see them again would be up to his new owner.
Just as that thought was crossing his mind, the guards gently but firmly took hold of him and led him away. Noah Roberts was no more; in a few hours time, he would simply be owned property.