Choices
Author's Note:
Sorry for the long wait, but this is it – the final chapter!
I’m very grateful to everyone who has stuck with it, and especially everyone who has reached out to me over the course of the story with support and feedback; you’ve given me the motivation to finally see this story through – especially slave doulos and his Master Brandon, and Tetaaiga on Twitter.
Unfortunately, endings can’t please everyone, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
The Story So Far:
It seems forever ago now that straight uni student Noah was convicted on trumped-up drug charges and sold into slavery. Stripped of its old identity and forced to serve Master Ross sexually and domestically, it slowly accepted its new reality as slave 172.
After initially inviting him to degrade & use his new slave, Master Ross is now engaged to Noah’s former best friend, Lewis, and training him to be his submissive boi-wife. Together, they’ve instilled in 172 a true slave mindset of rigorous discipline, a routine of service, and moulded the slave to their needs.
But with the end of its 5 year sentence in slavery now here, what will the future hold for slave 172?
RELEASE DAY - 1 SEPTEMBER 2039
When he had first been sentenced to enslavement, 5 years had seemed like a lifetime for Noah. If he’d been purchased by one of the big mining corporations, the average lifespan of the drudges hauling stone by hand suggested 5 years could well have been a life sentence.
But sure enough, 5 years in Master Ross’ service had finally rolled around. Sir could easily have exploited the slave demerits system to extend its sentence, probably even indefinitely, but he had never been anything but fair to the slave. Or as fair as a slave owner could be expected to be to his human property.
Today was the day. The day that Noah would be released.
When Sir had come down to the dungeon that morning to unlock its cage, 172 had instinctively proceeded to undo its owner’s zipper, ready to take its owner’s cum and piss, the usual appetiser before settling down to its breakfast of slave gruel.
Instead, he was lifted to his feet and pulled into a hug by his owner. It took the slave a few stunned moments of the awkward hug before he realised the day’s significance – he was aware his sentence was coming to an end soon, but he’d long since given up noticing what date it was on any given day. As soon as he realised, he tightened his grip around his soon-to-be-former owner and returned the hug wholeheartedly.
When Master Ross finally pulled away, he gently placed his hand on Noah’s bare shoulder and guided him towards the stairs and up to the kitchen, where Lewis was putting the finishing touches on 3 plates of freshly-cooked full English breakfast, leaving the boy speechless and sobbing with relief.
For the first time in 5 years, the three men sat and chatted and joked as equals as they ate. Legally, Noah wouldn’t be free until midday, but Ross saw no point forcing it to serve another few hours for the sake of it after all it had done already.
After breakfast, the group headed back down to the cellar where Ross retrieved the long-idle Allen keys to remove Noah’s collar and cuffs while Lewis knelt and carefully dismantled the boy’s chastity cage for the first time in half a decade, gently stroking the newly-freed cock to a throbbing erection before taking it between his plump pink lips.
Noah couldn’t shake the memory of the first time he’d been forced to suck Lewis’ cock. Now, here was his best friend, locked in his own chastity cage by his dominant fiancé, on his knees to return the favour.
Over the course of Lewis & Ross’ engagement, 172 had gotten used to seeing his former friend in submissive mode, often serving alongside him while he was trained in the art of serving Master Ross in preparation for a life without 172 on hand.
Most evenings, the pair took turns serving as Sir’s footstool, while the other devotedly worshipped his musky alpha armpits, feet or hole, sometimes for hours on end.
Lewis still got to enjoy sleeping curled up in Master Ross’s comfy bed, held tightly in his fiancé’s tight, muscular embrace, but he now got held to the same disciplinary standards as 172 and had to undergo a weekly maintenance spanking alongside him. But his training was paying off, as Lewis mastered the art of serving his partner.
After 5 years locked in 24/7 chastity, the expert blowjob Lewis was giving Noah was probably one of the shortest-lasting in history. The elation that Noah felt as Lewis gulped down his flood of hot cum was the most incredible feeling of relief imaginable. Ross even half-jokingly offered him a turn with Lewis’ ass, but he decided that would just feel too weird.
Ross had offered to let him stay for a while in his spare bedroom until he found his feet, but Noah had spent most of his adult life planning how he would set about rebuilding his future; he perhaps foolishly decided to seize the moment rather than stay surrounded by reminders of the past.
And so at noon, after hugging farewell to his now-former owner and his former friend, Noah set out into the world with a borrowed set of clothes and enough cash to catch a tram into the city centre and feed himself for a few days.
But the world that Noah found outside of Master Ross’ service was not the one he imagined living in had he not been enslaved. He had no home, no possessions, and no qualifications. His bank balance when he was enslaved was modest anyway, but most of what he did have had been repossessed by the student loans bank when he was enslaved, to repay his year of wasted tuition.
Resurrecting his law training was out of the question – former slaves were banned for life from any role in the legal system. Even if he could train as something else, all the menial, entry-level jobs were filled by cheap slave labour these days, and among the remaining opportunities, there was an enormous stigma attached to employing former slaves, so most self-respecting businesses wouldn’t touch him with a 10-foot pole for fear of tarnishing their reputation.
As reality dawned on him, Noah found his first days of freedom almost as terrifying as his first days in slavery – he’d never lived on his own before, or had to really fend for himself. He hadn’t even had to make a meaningful decision in half a decade – he just did what he was told, ate what he was given, and put up with whatever came his way. And so, faced with even making the most basic of choices, like what food to spend his spare change on, he became almost paralysed with indecision and uncertainty.
Frankly, after 5 years of being systematically stripped of his identity, “Noah Roberts” didn’t even exist anymore. He still bore the tattoos across his chest and ass cheek that would highlight his past long into the future. He had longed for the day he could rejoin free society, but now he found himself lost and overwhelmed in the world.
But more depressingly, he had nobody to turn to. His best friend, who had sucked him off that morning, had chosen to spend his life as Master Ross’ submissive boi-wife. His brother Christian had gone a step further and chosen to be enslaved. In fact, Noah had no family left to speak of – probably not expecting either of their sons to ever be released, his parents had used the money from Christian’s enslavement to move abroad & had no means of informing their sons where they were moving.
But for all the opportunities and possibilities that his enslavement had robbed him of, it had changed the way Noah looked at life. He had come to understand the power of humility. The virtue of sacrifice. The value of a life of service. Slavery was all he knew.
After a few days of trying and failing to get even the most lowly jobs, sleeping on park benches and in bus shelters, begging and busking for change, Noah had a choice to make.
Everybody has choices.
Some, like Christian, choose to submit. Others, like Ross and his brother, Alex, choose to exercise their natural superiority over others. Even Sir’s former friend Josh had made a choice – he had chosen to break the law the night he was arrested and enslaved.
As the rain poured down over the suburbs of Manchester that weekend, a drenched Noah kneeled on Master Ross’ doorstep and hesitantly knocked on the door, meekly asking his surprised former owner whether he’d consider taking him back if he volunteered. But with Lewis now fully trained as his sub, albeit still a free man, Ross couldn’t justify taking the lad back on indefinitely except out of pure pity.
But he offered to let Noah stay with him for as long as he needed. They chatted late into the night about why Noah felt a future in voluntary slavery would be his best choice. When they finally grew tired, Ross had Noah strip before crawling through the house behind him to his bed, where Ross fucked each of his holes for old time’s sake.
As Ross’s thick cock stretched his ass open, having been empty for the first time in years for the last week, Noah was filled with the warm, fuzzy feeling of belonging, like the feeling of arriving home after a long journey, before falling asleep in Ross’ strong, protective arms, consigning Lewis to Noah’s old cage in the basement for a night.
The next morning, the pair drove in a comfortable and peaceful silence through the scenic countryside of the Peak District, eventually pulling up outside the impeccably restored farm cottage of Sam Weatherton.
In his use of slave 172, he had always been kind and caring, still mindful of what was left of his old friend, buried deep within the slave’s mind. Naturally, his name had come up during Ross and Noah’s conversation the night before, and after just a few minutes on the phone, Sam had agreed to meet them the next day.
After being greeted with a big hug from Sam, Noah was ushered into the cottage and gently prompted to undress while Sam prepared himself and Ross some coffee.
While the two men sat on the sofa, Noah kneeled naked before them and they discussed what a life as Sam’s volunteer slave would look like for Noah – similar to when he'd stayed there previously, he could expect to be serving as Sam’s domestic servant, masseur & personal assistant, but would also have to accept being used as Sam's urinal in a morning, and occasional cumdump when he hadn't managed to get lucky in a while.
In exchange for accepting these responsibilities, he would be well looked after, provided a small bedroom to use as his own personal space, and be granted downtime in the evenings to enjoy (spent with or without Sam's company). Plus, he would still get to see Ross, Lewis and his brother Christian regularly at social events.
But as a high-flying and well-respected surgeon, Sam had a reputation to uphold – he insisted his offer was conditional on going through the full and proper legal process for becoming a volunteer slave. That meant the complete and permanent loss of any civil rights – he would never be entitled to anything and never be allowed to own anything. Meanwhile, Sam would have the right to modify, sell or dispose of it at any time - all without ever needing to consult the slave.
It also meant Sam would be legally responsible for ensuring his slave behaved properly & was suitably disciplined for any shortcomings. There would be no going easy; should an inspector from the National Slave Agency make an unannounced visit and find Sam was being too generous or unduly lenient, the slave could be confiscated and sent to the auctions under the provisions against sham enslavements.
It was a lot for the kneeling boy to take in - when he'd originally been enslaved, he hadn't had to consider any of these things, it just happened. But it hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that his cock, for now still free of its metal cage, had begun to stiffen & twitch as the conversation went on.
Deep down, the dizzying, overwhelming feeling of this choice just reinforced what he had come to realise - he wasn't cut out for navigating freedom, having to make tough decisions and forge his own path. His years in slavery had conditioned and remoulded him; he now realised he couldn’t imagine life without it.
It wasn’t a sign of weakness – choosing to accept his place in the hierarchy, to submit to and obey his superiors every day, even when he might not feel like it, was the sign of inner strength shared by all natural slaves. He wasn’t sacrificing his freedom; he was gaining freedom from the shackles of responsibility.
Slavery was a source of purpose – living a life of humble submission, of simple obedience, and of selfless duty. A life under the protection & guidance of a deserving man, trusting his owner’s judgement to always have his best interests at heart. He belonged at the feet of a superior man.
The next few days, while Sam & Ross got the details organised, passed like a blur to Noah, or slave 172 as he would soon be once again. The formalities had been fairly simple to agree – a lifelong contract, no limitations, and the minimum “selling price” allowed by law, simply to cover the costs of registration and reprocessing.
When the day finally arrived, Noah’s deep sense of calm began to give way to a feeling somewhere between nerves & excitement, his stomach filling with butterflies as he sat between Ross and Sam on the hard wooden pew of the slave court’s gallery, waiting their turn with the judge to ratify his enslavement.
The last time Noah had been here, he had been handcuffed and sobbing, before being forcibly stripped and dragged out on a leash. This time, when he heard his name called, he paused momentarily before taking a deep breath and calmly standing up, encouraged by the strong, reassuring pat to his shoulder from his new owner.
Wearing only his National Slave Agency-issued white jockstrap, Noah made his way to the front of the courtroom and kneeled, a smile forming across his face as he bowed his head in submission before the judge. He was ready.
Life is a series of choices, and 172 had made his.
Epilogue: 10 Years Later
Master Alex & slave 257V (Christian):
After a long and often challenging period of training, Christian had fully embraced his place as Alex’s slave. Truly, he had come to worship his owner like a God and in turn, Alex had come to greatly admire his slave’s devotion. Within a few years, Alex had fallen deeply in love with his property, relying on his slave’s encouragement & companionship, and began treating him more like an equal.
Alex worked for a few years behind the scenes of the slavery system in the prosecutor's office, but soon became disillusioned by what he saw – the blatant corruption, the wanton abuse, the shameless miscarriages of justice. He tried his best to campaign for reform from the inside, but those in power had no interest in changing a system they had bent so effectively for their own benefit.
After a few years of failing to make a difference, he could no longer face being complicit in a rotten apparatus, finally quitting to become a founding member and legal counsel for the Slave Rights Movement, campaigning against the worst excesses and abuses of disreputable slave owners.
After years of leading public demonstrations and revealing shocking whistleblower testimonies, eventually the public could no longer bury their heads in the sand and began to come around to Alex’s proposed reforms.
Last year, he finally managed to get one of his appeals in a slave demerits case heard before the Supreme Court. After giving an impassioned speech that moved many of the slaves and supporters in the public gallery to tears, he won!
While the abolition of slavery remained a pipedream, over the following years Alex would continue to pioneer the legal field of slave rights & slave welfare reforms, working to gain unprecedented rights to fair hearings, humane conditions and strict limitations on physical harm.
But the most rewarding thing for Alex was coming home after each demonstration, each interview & each verdict to his biggest cheerleader, Christian.
The pair had never been more in love.
Oleksandr (from Chapter 15):
While having his unjustified demerits voided and his sentence cut short was a blessing, the relief of being released was short-lived for Oleksandr Lysenko.
Life as a freed former slave was harsh and unfair, and while the extension of his sentence had been overturned, his original shoplifting conviction had not, so he had no right to any support or compensation.
As he struggled to piece what he could of his life back together, the bitterness he felt at his treatment only intensified, until he began to find other like-minded former slaves and anti-slavery activists calling themselves the Slave Rights Movement, and began taking part in their protest marches and legal campaigns.
Eventually, last year, after years of campaigning, the group managed to get a class-action case by Oleksandr and others heard in the Supreme Court, winning the right to sue their former owners for abusing the demerits system to unfairly extend their sentences.
He wasted no time in tracking down his former owners, the Collier family, and successfully suing them for thousands in compensation. Having already had one son enslaved for a brutal assault, Olek had watched on with great pleasure from the court’s public gallery as the Colliers were forced to declare bankruptcy and sell their remaining son, Rory, into slavery to cover the judgment.
He had been bought by a university rowing team from down South to be their new mascot – serving as the team’s cocksucker, urinal & cumdump.
Slave 249L (Josh):
The slave formerly known as Josh Collier was unrecognisable after so many years of its life sentence in slavery, even its own family would struggle to pick it out of a line-up – kept permanently bound, hairless, blindfolded and sound-deprived, its muscular body covered in scars.
After its punishment of having all its teeth ripped out without anaesthetic, followed by castration, it had finally lost its mind, becoming completely passive and withdrawn from reality. Master Dan had kept it for another few months after that, but now that all the fight and personality had gone, he soon got bored with his former friend and invested in a new model.
Josh had been sold to the slave brothels, where he remained to this day – it would spend the rest of its pitifully short life mindlessly swallowing the cum and piss of the city’s sketchiest sleezebags, its once-straight holes stuffed with cock 24/7.
Urinal 764 (from Chapter 5):
Life as a public urinal slave truly was the lowest of the low, alternating between 12 hour shifts drinking the piss of endless university students, seemingly oblivious to their suffering, and being stored away in the freezing cold slave barracks, locked in tiny cages with the other urinal slaves stacked atop each other.
So far as the world knew, urinal 764 deserved to be here, unaware of the flagrant corruption that had sealed its fate. Until one day, the whole barracks was awoken by a commotion outside.
A flustered guard hurried into the room, his eyes scanning the ID labels on the cages and checking them against a clipboard in his sweaty palms. Eventually, he stopped in front of 764’s cage and clumsily undid the padlock.
“Out you get, boy”
The urinal slave was stunned, the guards never spoke to them, they usually just got dragged around by the collar like inanimate objects.
It was led to the cluttered office of the university janitor, responsible for overseeing the urinal slaves, and pushed down into a rickety plastic chair across from the janitor, his face flushing red in embarrassment at the news he had to share with the subhuman brat.
Clearing his throat, he began to explain how some hotshot, do-gooder lawyer had forced an investigation into corruption in the slavery system, and how it had led the authorities to catch a judge red-handed taking bribes to enslave innocent suspects who had gotten on the wrong side of influential people – including a lad called Oliver Adams.
The urinal was stunned, the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember why until it suddenly dawned on him – that used to be him!
He knew he was innocent, but he had never been able to work out how he’d ended up being convicted. Now, he understood – his former girlfriend’s cop dad, disapproving of his daughter’s choice in teenage romance, had planted fake evidence against Oli & bribed the judge for good measure.
Now, both had been arrested and were facing lifetime enslavement themselves, while his conviction was going to be overturned. Oli sat there, his mouth open in shock, the taste of stale piss lingering on his tongue like it had for every moment of the last however-many years, as tears began streaming down his face.
It was over. He was free.
Master Ross & Lewis:
As their 10 year wedding anniversary approached, life for Master Ross and his submissive boi-wife Lewis couldn’t have been better.
Their wedding all those years ago had been the perfect celebration of their shared vision for the future. As Ross stood at the altar, looking impeccable in his fancy suit, Lewis had knelt next to him in just his jockstrap, the fresh “Property of Ross McLeod” tattoo inked across his ass cheek on full display for the congregation to see.
In place of a wedding ring, Lewis had symbolically presented Ross the keys to his chastity cage and the padlock securing the chain collar around his neck. After their vows, Ross had duly snapped the keys before hanging the broken remnants from a necklace around his neck, to serve as a symbolic reminder of his responsibilities as Lewis’ Dom & husband.
The ensuing party had, to nobody’s surprise, quickly degenerated into a drunken orgy, but surrounded by their friends and family, Lewis had no regrets about his choice. He loved Ross more than he ever thought possible, and every day he inspired Lewis to serve him better, as he deserved.
The pair still saw plenty of Ross’ younger brother, Alex, and his slave, as well as Ross’ own former slave, 172, and his new owner Sam, hosting regular parties at each other’s houses, staying up late into the night sharing funny stories and reminiscing about the past, the sub’s inevitably getting handed around to serve the free men’s sexual needs.
Seeing the pair of slaves flourishing in their slavery, as their loving bonds with their owners grew, Ross & Lewis became passionate about helping to right the wrongs they had played a part in perpetuating, determined to see the back of the sadistic & cruel side of slavery and transform it into a caring, nurturing institution.
Within a few years, Master Ross had quit his accountancy job and started working full-time for Alex’s charity, the Slave Rights Movement, leading their fundraising efforts, while Lewis helped to organise their marches and demonstrations.
Master Sam & slave 172V (Noah):
Volunteering for slavery had given 172’s life a purpose again. He was free from the shackles of adulthood and masculinity, no longer batting an eyelid about how people judged him, or what society expected of him – free to become the best and most authentic version of himself in submission to a truly superior man.
As for his owner, Sam had continued his meteoric rise in the world of paediatric medicine, becoming one of the country’s most renowned doctors, pioneering cutting-edge innovations and treatments and earning himself a small fortune in the process, most of which he ended up donating to the fledgling Slave Rights Movement.
While Sam was a caring and generous owner to 172, often appearing more like a friend than an owner to the untrained eye, he remained determined that his slave would uphold the ultra-high standards that he expected in all aspects of his life.
As was standard with slaves owned by their former friends or relatives, the National Slave Agency had conducted a number of unannounced inspections during the first few years to ensure the enslavement wasn’t just for show.
The inspector had been particularly impressed by the standard of 172’s work and its enthusiasm for submission, even going as far as to beg and plead for a spanking after accidentally knocking over a plant pot whilst vacuuming – something neither Sam nor the inspector would have even noticed if the slave hadn’t confessed without hesitation.
Today had been much like any other day so far, but 172 had been looking forward to it for weeks. While Master Sam put the finishing touches to his hair, he ordered 172 to dress in its nicest jockstrap and insert its largest butt plug before he finished licking clean Sam’s smart shoes.
Tonight, the pair were headed to a fancy gala dinner to watch one of their friends, Alex McLeod, receive an award for his work on the Slave Rights Movement.
172 was infinitely grateful for the role slavery had played in transforming its life, and couldn’t be more proud of Alex for helping more slaves find the peace, joy & fulfilment that he had in accepting his rightful place in the hierarchy.
I’ve got some ideas for a new series of short spin-off stories, set in the same universe as this story but with new, unrelated characters. I’m always open to suggestions on what situations, scenarios or worldbuilding people may want to see!
