Becoming Slave 172

Chapter 14

Freedom in Servitude

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The Story So Far:

Our story so far has centred around straight boy Noah, convicted on trumped-up drug charges and sold into slavery as slave 172. Stripped of its old identity and forced to serve Master Ross sexually and domestically, it has slowly accepted its new reality as slave 172.

In the last chapter, we met 172's brother, Christian. As his life spiralled out of control, he was inspired by his brother's transformation to take drastic steps and find purpose in his life, by committing to a life of service and ownership as a volunteer slave-for-life.

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DAY 2 of CHRISTIAN'S SLAVERY - JULY 2037

Christian awoke to his first full day in slavery inside the cramped cage, surrounded by rigid steel bars, momentarily confused before remembering the momentous events of the previous day. Had he made the right choice or thrown away his life on a stupid whim?

As he struggled to get comfortable on the cold metal floor, his body aching from the first night of restless sleep as a slave, he looked over at his younger brother in the neighbouring cage, soundly asleep.

Neither Christian nor Master Ross had mentioned their negotiation to slave 172. When it first saw its naked, collared brother being led into the dungeon, it was horrified at what its brother had chosen to do. As much as 172 had managed to make peace with its fate and find the positives in its role, the idea that anyone would freely volunteer for this life was baffling.

After Master Ross had secured them both in their respective cages and left them for the night, 172 begged Christian to explain.

It listened carefully as its brother explained – his life was a mess; he'd dug himself a financial hole he would never have been able to escape without enslavement, and his personal life was spiralling down a path of ever-increasing recklessness & self-destruction.

But now he could escape the stresses, distractions & vices of the modern world and just focus his whole mind on serving a real man, someone worthy of being served and worshipped. He didn't have to worry about where his next pay packet was coming from or what expenses he would have to try to scrape money together to cover. He didn't have to worry about how he looked, whether he was popular, or whether he was hitting his corporate targets.

Now, all he had to think about was doing what he was told, when he was told. He didn't have to worry about the reasons why. He didn't have to worry about the potential consequences. He could focus his entire efforts on being useful to a successful alpha male.

172 was genuinely touched to hear how its advice about finding a purpose in life had made a real impact and inspired its older brother. For all of the obvious downsides, it couldn't deny that when its 5-year sentence was finished, it would leave slavery a better man than before.

As he watched his brother sleep, Christian wondered what time it was – it was impossible to judge the passage of time in the dark, windowless dungeon. It could be morning or still the middle of the night. He tried to rationalise his new position in his mind – what did it matter what time it was anymore? As a slave, he would get up when he was told to, just as he would sleep when told to. He was free of the 9-to-5 grind and the routines of social norms.

As Christian lay in silence for what could have been either an hour or just a few minutes, drifting in and out of sleep, he began to hear faint, muffled movement from above the cellar ceiling – his new Master was awake.

His brother in the neighbouring cage finally stirred as the door to the dungeon cellar creaked open above their heads. The sound of Master Ross's footsteps descending the stone stairs in his leather boots echoed off the bare concrete walls. His boots were matched by a pair of black leather trousers and a leather vest, left unbuttoned to expose his bare chest.

Christian had come to know Ross as a friend during his visits to his brother, but now, seeing him in his kink gear, he was left in awe of the man who now held his life in his hands.

172 shot his brother a reassuring smile as Master Ross prepared his slaves their breakfast gruel before releasing them from their cages, humming nonchalantly as he did so.

Christian had read about slave gruel – the cold, soggy, flavourless mixture of oats and protein powder, reinforced with vitamins and nutrients that formed the staple diet of most slaves – but as the metal dog bowl full of it was laid down in front of him, he tentatively tasted it for the first time. It was as grim as he had expected, but he knew this was what life would be like for him now.

As 172 licked its bowl clean, no longer giving the taste or texture a second thought after so long in slavery, Christian knuckled down to catch up. When he finally finished, he watched as Master Ross retrieved the bowls, unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock before filling each with his golden urine.

After Master Ross placed the bowls down in front of the slaves, the wide-eyed Christian gulped and retched slightly as the smell of the pungent morning urine caught in his nostrils.

"Any words of advice for the newbie, 172?"

"Yes, Sir. It's best just to dive straight in and slurp it up; don't just lap at it. And don't dwell on the taste. It takes a bit of getting used to, but you'll learn to enjoy it." He smiled at his brother kneeling opposite.

"Alright then, drink up!"

As 172 lowered his head without hesitation and began to gulp the amber liquid from the shiny steel bowl, Christian tentatively approached the bowl and closed his eyes in shame. He ventured to take a small sip of the acrid fluid. The smell alone almost made him gag, but he knew he had to do this, and he wanted to make his brother proud of his effort.

By the time he was halfway down his bowl, having realised that the faster he drank, the less he had to taste, his brother was licking the last remnants from his bowl. Master Ross retrieved the bowl while affectionately ruffling the boy's tightly cropped hair before lowering the zip of his leather trousers and again retrieving his semi-hard cock.

When Christian finally looked up, proud of himself for having drained his bowl without any significant drama, he sat back and took in the sight of his friend, the man who had given him a way out of his downward spiral in life, clad all in leather and confidently pistoning his impressive tool in and out of the accommodating mouth of his slave, Christian's own brother.

It was a sight Christian had never dreamed he would witness. 172 had explained some of his routines and tasks to his brother on his many visits when he took an interest, but he had always spared the more graphic details. It was clear that 172 had honed his skills to perfection, causing Master Ross to grunt and scrunch closed his eyes as he picked up the pace before eventually burying his member deep into the slave's throat to release his load.

"Thank you, Master", 172 muttered as he slowly regained his composure from the face-fucking he had now come to expect each morning.

"You're welcome", his breathless owner muttered in reply before eventually turning his attention to the dungeon's new addition, watching on in a mix of curiosity, admiration and horror.

"You've got a lot to learn, slave. Time to put you to some use"

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Christian's new owner, Master Ross' younger brother Alex, would be arriving that evening. In the meantime, it was left with its own younger brother to learn the ropes of domestic slavery, making Master Ross' house spotless. It was more challenging work than Christian had expected. Years of discipline had instilled Master Ross' expectations of the highest standards in his slave and Christian had to try his best to keep up.

Hours later, as the sun began to set beyond the end of Master Ross' colourful, beautifully manicured garden, Ross came to retrieve his newest purchase, who was putting the finishing touches on polishing the stone-tiled floor of the kitchen. Alex would be arriving soon; it was time for Christian to meet his destiny.

After being administered a series of humiliating enemas, the new slave was secured to a hook dangling from the ceiling of the cellar. Forced to stand on his tip-toes, with his arms stretched high above his head, Christian's body was left fully exposed as Master Ross ventured back upstairs, leaving the slave to await the arrival of his new owner.

The waiting, in the silent, dimly lit cellar, felt like an eternity. By the time he heard the muffled sounds of Master Ross greeting the arrival of his brother upstairs, his forcibly stretched arms and shoulders felt like they were on fire. Yet still, the slave was made to wait before the door at the top of the dungeon stairs eventually opened, and the bare cellar filled with the sound of the laughing MacLeod brothers descending to the slave's quarters below.

"Well, here it is, your graduation present. Congratulations, I'm proud of you", Master Ross threw his arm around his younger brother, who eyed the slave up and down from behind before slowly pacing around to the slave's front.

"Thanks, bro. It looks like a really nice specimen, fit and strong. How old did you say it was?"

Alex began to run his hands slowly down the slave's torso, his initial touch causing the dangling slave to flinch, before running his hands up past its nipples, pausing to give them a quick pinch before continuing to the slave's arms to feel its biceps.

"25"

“Not bad, and it was straight, you say?”, Alex broke his gaze from his thorough examination of his new property to make eye contact with the slave for the first time as he stressed the question. As he did so, he grabbed Christian’s chin with his left hand while forcing the slave’s mouth open with his right and, without hesitation, poked two fingers towards the back of the boy’s mouth to test his gag reflex.

“Yep, virgin at both ends”

“For now”, Alex chuckled, withdrawing his fingers and giving the slave’s ass a playful slap.

Whether it was being spoken about as if he were an inanimate object, being described as an “it”, or the use of the past tense, something made Christian’s stomach flutter with butterflies as his new owner peered into his round, blue eyes as if trying to read his mind.

Alex continued to run his hands over his slave's body, carefully examining every millimetre of Christian's flesh. When he eventually came to the slave's genitals, he kneeled and took Christian's balls into the palm of his hand, using his thumb to jiggle the steel nub-sized chastity cage confining the slave's cock.

"You got the keys for this, Ross?"

"Erm… yeah, sure, give me a second", Ross riffled through a drawer of chains and padlocks for the small key.

"Hmm... second thoughts, it looks like this was pretty tiny to begin with, so there's not much point ever unlocking it. Next time you're down the footie, chuck them in the canal for me", Alex declared with an evil smile and a gentle squeeze of the boy's already full balls, prompting a small groan from the dangling slave object.

"Something to add, slave?"

"No, Sir. Thank you for keeping my tiny cock locked away, Sir", Christian gulped as he spoke.

"Good boy", Alex laughed as he stood back up, pausing to rearrange the prominent bulge forming in his jeans.

Christian could hardly dispute his new owner's logic – he'd been barely 4" hard before being locked away. But it was only a matter of time before Alex's 6.5 inches would be stretching out his virgin hole. It was blindingly obvious there would only be one man in their relationship, and it wasn't Christian.

Alex disappeared from Christian's view, but he could still sense the proximity of his new owner as he evaluated the slave's rear. After a few moments of still silence, the dangling slave again flinched as he felt his owner's lukewarm hands grab and squeeze each of his butt cheeks before spreading them to reveal his virgin hole as he kneeled to get a better view.

Alex could feel his boner throbbing in his tight jeans as he admired the tight, pink hole. He could barely wait until he got the chance to get balls deep in his new toy and unleash his load. But he didn't want to ruin his brother's investment – a slave is a valuable piece of property, and Alex intended to be responsible to get the maximum benefit for himself.

Christian watched as Alex slowly removed his trendy leather jacket and black t-shirt. Christian was straight, but having voluntarily agreed to become, among other things, a sex object for this man, it felt appropriate for Christian to admire the toned torso of the man who now controlled his life.

He watched on, almost mesmerised, as Alex turned away before slowly, teasingly, lowering his skinny jeans to reveal a white jockstrap before bending over to pick the jeans up and giving Christian a glimpse of his round, muscular ass. Christian would end up spending more time than he could have ever imagined with his face buried between those perfect orbs.

But for now, it was to be his own rump that was the focus of attention. Once he had stripped to just the jockstrap, Alex lowered the hook from which Christian had been dangling now for nearly half an hour, finally giving a respite to the burning muscles of his stretched arms as he finally stood again on the soles of his feet rather than his outstretched tip-toes.

Carefully, Alex unhooked Christian's handcuffed arms from the lowered hook before gently guiding his new slave towards the bed where his brother Ross had been laid, watching his brother's examination of his gift with interest between filming clips on his phone. As Ross budged up, Alex hopped onto the bed next to him before guiding Christian to lay over his lap, such that the slave's head rested awkwardly in Ross' crotch.

Slowly, Alex caressed and massaged the slave's round cheeks as Ross unzipped his jeans and guided the slave's face to nuzzle the bulge in his boxers. The calm silence was suddenly interrupted by a *THWACK* as Alex spanked the slave without warning, prompting it to yelp as much in surprise as pain, before resuming the calm caress.

This continued several times before Alex calmly explained, pausing intermittently to deliver another blow, "This is for your own good, boy. *THWACK* It's to remind you of your new place. *THWACK* And to remind you of what happens when you don't obey. *THWACK* That's all you have to worry about now, slave. *THWACK* You're free from all of the stresses and mistakes of the past. All you have to do now is obey. *THWACK* All you need to think about is me".

By the end of the speech, tears were silently falling down the slave's face, still buried in the fabric of Ross' black Calvins, inhaling the musk of his balls every time a blow caused him to gasp. No sooner had the stinging of the first blow faded, than Christian began to regret his choice. He knew he would be punished as a slave. He knew he would have to face a life of humiliation. But now that he was here, exposed, degraded and in pain, his doubts became concrete.

But as the spanking continued, and as he felt his new owner carefully, soothingly rub and squeeze his glowing red ass between each blow while delivering his quiet monologue, his doubts slowly receded, and he began to realise his owner was right.

He'd left behind all of his stupid mistakes. All of his painful failures. He wasn't a fuck-up anymore; he was a blank canvas now. A clean slate for his owner to mould into his ideal property. For the first time in his adult life, he could be genuinely useful. Something he could be proud of. He was free now to be shaped into the best version of himself by this superior alpha male.

After the last blow fell, as his owner reached for his phone to take some snaps of the slave's bright red rump, Christian timidly cleared his throat and, as confidently as he could manage through the sniffles of his tears, spoke the words that sealed his transformation: "Thank you, Master. I want to be the best slave that I can for you, Sir"

After a chuckle and the sound of a high-five between the brothers who now controlled his future, as well as the sound of half a dozen snaps from his owner's phone camera, Christian felt what he had been dreading most since being draped over his new owner's lap. Master Alex's fingers went from gently circling the slave's pink cheeks to slowly yet inevitably stroking the length of the slave's crack before coming to rest on his virgin hole.

"Well, slave, if you want to be the best, we've got some training to do"

His owner continued to gently run his index finger up and down the length of his property's crack and taint, from the small of his back to the steel ring of the chastity cage resting behind his balls and back again. Before finally, he felt a drop of warm liquid land directly on his puckered hole as Sir lubed him up with his spit, running his finger in circles around the exposed virgin opening.

Nothing had ever entered Christian's hole. His ex had wanted to experiment with fingering him, but he had always refused. But he knew now that this was part of his purpose. Being useful to his owner meant becoming a willing hole for his sexual needs. Christian breathed a deep sigh, inhaling another dose of Master Ross' intoxicating crotch musk, and tried his best to relax his sphincter as he finally felt his owner's finger begin to probe his opening.

It took a while before his owner got his finger into the super tight hole, even as far as the first knuckle, and even that felt like his hole was being ripped apart. But his owner was patient. He was in no rush, but this would only end one way.

With gentle perseverance and plenty of spit for lube, eventually, the slave felt the five knuckles of his owner's hand make contact with his cheeks as Sir's index finger finally bottomed out in his hole. It had taken a while for the slave to get used to the unusual feeling of the foreign intruder, but as the finger began to slide in and out of his hole, slowly at first but gaining pace as it stretched to accommodate, he began to feel the sensation of sexual pleasure deep inside him.

In a way, it was kind of like the build-up that preceded an orgasm, but an orgasm that never got any closer, like being constantly on edge but never reaching the payoff. The slave let go of any façade it had been trying to maintain and just gave in to the moment, gently moaning into the crotch of his owner's brother as the first finger was gently joined by a second.

By the time the fingers finally left his hole, and his owner administered a few extra spanks for good measure, any doubts in the slave's mind had gone. Like being utterly intoxicated by a euphoric drug, or completely hypnotised by a fairground entertainer, the free-boy brain inside his head had melted away, and all that was left was an object for his owner's use and enjoyment. He wondered what it would feel like when his owner finally thrust his large cock into the slave's pussy and filled him with his seed. He was sure it wouldn't be long before he found out and that once he did, he would constantly need more.

His trance was broken by a command issued by his owner above him, "Get up and kneel over there".

Christian did as instructed, feeling the warm glow and oddly comforting sting of his beet-red ass as he walked into the centre of the dungeon where his owner had indicated. While Master Ross disappeared upstairs and then re-emerged with slave 172, Master Alex fiddled with the lighting and skipped through a few different music options on his phone to set the right mood, eventually settling on a dim red glow and the slightly echoey sound of some generic EDM music.

Soon, slave 172 was kneeling next to its newly-enslaved older brother, shooting him a warm, reassuring smile as their Masters disrobed to eventually stand, naked and erect, before their respective slaves. 172 instinctively opened his mouth in anticipation and gazed up into the eyes of his owner, causing Christian to copy, to the satisfaction of the specimen of superior masculinity towering over him. As he gently stroked his rock-hard cock, he spoke in a calm but assertive voice.

"You see this cock, slave? This is the most important thing in your life from now on – so you'll treat it accordingly"

"Yes, Master", the boy humbly replied before tentatively opening his mouth for his owner.

Christian had never really considered what cock tasted like until this moment, but he was about to find out. As his owner stepped forward and placed the tip of his member to just touch the tip of the slave's lips and his tongue beyond, he paused and addressed the slave.

"Now then, slave. I know you've been through all the legal business, and the processing, and all that. But legally, I could still set you free if I wanted to, so I'm giving you a choice. If you want, you can beg me for your freedom. But if you really want this life, and I mean really want it, you'll take my cock into your mouth and suck it. But once you become a cocksucker, you'll forever be a cocksucker. Permanently chaste, permanently naked, nothing but a painpig and a cumdump. Make your choice, boy"

Christian was stunned. This was it, a second chance to escape this fate. To be free again, a real man in the world. Every fibre of Christian's body told him that he should seize this chance and beg for his freedom. But as Christian weighed his options, it was as if an autopilot within him kicked in, and without really thinking consciously what he was doing, he slowly leaned forward and allowed Master Alex's cock to run along his tongue as his lips closed around its shaft.

He had made his choice. He'd found his freedom. Freedom in servitude.