Recap

Previously.

This is the third and concluding story. The first two stories where Civic Experiment and the Sampsons Slavery Laws. There will be ten chapters like Civic Experiment and The Sampsons Slavery Laws. The following is a brief recap of the story so far.

---

Story One - Civic Experiment

Tyler and Zac two best friends from childhood went travelling together around Australia. They ran out of money, returned to USA and ended up broke. They were living in a van outside the back of a hostel when the story begins looking for ways to make money.

Zac’s parents were killed in a car accident when he was younger and this made their bond bigger. As friends they were inseparable. They looked after each other growing up, best friends but more like brothers.

It was Tyler who discovered an online ad looking for volunteers. It pays really well with free accommodation. They had nothing to lose and needed the money. The spent the last of their money on suits and went to the interview.

The interview was to participate in a social experiment called the Civic Experiment. The interview was conducted by Dr Tanner Sampson. The interview was short and Zac and Tyler though they blew it until they got the call, the gig was theirs. It wasn’t what they expected. They begun with a strip fight which Zac won.

This made Zac the Master and Tyler the slave. To earn money Zac needed to humiliate his friend by either following orders on an iPad or creating his own humiliating tasks. They were both shocked but intrigued by the amount of money they could make.

Zac started off slowly. Trying to build up the money, but as the days bled into weeks, Zac started to lose control of himself. He shaved Tylers hair, which he loved. The humiliation got worse and worse. Little did they know they weren’t the only people participating.

Max

Max broke free from prison after a prison truck accidently drove into it. He was picked up by Dr Tanner Sampson and his friend Jordan. They promised to protect Max if in return he will become their slave and live on their plantation.

Max agreed not wanting to return to prison. His story shows the connection between Jordan and Max and just how hideous they can be. Max’s prison bully Owen got released. It was revealed he is the cousin of Dr Sampson. When Owen arrives, he punishes Max brutally.

Live on the plantation is hard for Max but his bond with Jordan, Tanners now husband grows throughout. Jordan allows Max some luxuries while Dr Tanner Sampson is away.

Max was brought to parties with Zac and Tyler and other members of the Civic Experiment. There were 4 other pairs of Masters and slaves. Here we begin to see there is more going on then it seems. To Zac’s horror he recognises Max.

Max was sent to prison for driving a car drunk that was involved in a car accident killing two people, Zacs parents. It is not revealed until later that Max was innocent and framed by his boyfriend Todd. Zac though is hellbent on revenge on Max.

At the first annual slavery games the slaves compete with Max in games of humiliation. In the end Max wins as the slave and Zac wins as the Master. He is given one a choice. He can release Tyler and take the money or switch Tyler for Max as his slave. He betrays Tyler.

Zac eventually finds out Max was innocent and they help each other to hunt down Max’s Ex boyfriend Todd, the person who killed Zacs parents and have him enslaved. Tyler is drugged to drive and drives a truck into the town hall.

This causes riots. Dr Sampson using evidence from the Civic Experiment convinces people to introduce slavery back to the world. They call them the Sampson Slavery Laws. During all the commotion Jordan helps Max escape.   

Story Two - The Sampson Slavery Laws

The world has changed slavery is wide spread. Tyler is on Tanner’s plantation with Jordan. His humiliation continues. Zac has stayed in town and is living the life of luxury. He hangs out with Owen, Tanner’s cousin and humiliates slaves.

Rob

Rob is a backpacker from Ireland who is hanging out with three English friends. Joe, Pat and Carl. At the beginning he humiliates Carl pissing off the trio. They decide to get revenge on Rob and trick him into humiliation.

Robs humiliation is very public as public humiliation is now rampant throughout the country. There is talk of the Kingdom and Canada. The two places that are free from slavery.

The Kingdom is the only state that refused slavery and is hidden behind walls. The prince of the kingdom is Felix who helped Tanner create the drugs that so easily enslaves people. Tanner is in love with Felix and wants to enslave him.

With the help of Jordan and Troye a new character, Tyler rescues Rob and Todd, Zacs slave and they make their way to the Kingdom. Max reappears to help them across the border. The gate open and they enter the Kingdom and meet Prince Felix and the King.

This was all part of Tanners plan. He drugged Rob the same way he drugged Tyler. Once inside Rob meets the king under the influence of the drug and he himself drugs the king lowering the walls. Owens army takes the Kingdom.

Tyler, Max and Jordan escape. Tanner believes his husband has been taken by the two slaves. They allow Tanner to believe that Jordan is kidnapped. Allowing the Kingdom to fall was all part of the plan. Tyler and Prince Felix have a plan to start a slave rebellion. And now the conclusion.  

Slave Rebellion

Chapter One

Tyler

Tyler, Jordan and Max have spent the time since their escape from the Kingdom at a safe house provided by Dr Phillips. He is a free man opposed to the Sampson Slavery Laws. He has recruited two members from the original Civic Experiment, Finn and Toni.

Finn and Toni after the Civic Experiment ended returned to Germany. They studied the drugs that Dr Tanner Sampson has used to bring in slavery. They are trained in how the drugs work and the equipment the Masters use to keep the slaves in line. 

Dr Phillips is overseeing Toni and Finn remove Tyler's collar and chastity device, if not properly removed, it will send shock waves through Tyler's body. Jordan and Max watch, as Toni starts to remove the devices.  

Tyler's muscles tense, every fibre of his being alert. He's been waiting for this moment for, well, longer than he cares to admit. He's seen others try to remove collars, fail, and it didn't end well. His heart pounds against his ribcage, threatening to burst free.

He trusts Dr. Phillips, really, he does. But trust only goes so far when your life hangs in the balance. He swallows hard, watching Toni's hands move with precision. "Easy, easy," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

He's aware of Max and Jordan watching, their eyes burning holes in his back. He doesn't dare look at them. His hands curl into fists, sweat trickling down his temples. Tyler tries to take his mind of it by making conversation and getting information from Dr Phillips.

"Is Troye still spying for us, is he getting any good information?" he asks. Dr. Phillips looks up from his work, a hint of a smile on his face. "Ah, yes, Troye. He's been... resourceful. We're getting some valuable intel. He's managed to infiltrate” He pauses for a second. “Zac.”

Tyler hears Zacs name. His breathing is shallow as the device is almost fully removed, a sense of dread mixed with anticipation builds in his gut. He's still waiting for the first shock when the collar finally comes off. He doesn’t want to think about Zac, not now.

He has no doubt that he and Zac will meet again. He doesn’t know what he will say. He is now free. or soon, will be when his collar is removed. He wants to speak to Zac, he wants to tell Zac quite a bit. He looks as Toni pulling a small metal plate off the collar revealing wires.

Tyler's entire body tenses, bracing for the worst. Every second feels like an eternity. He can hear his own ragged breaths echoing in his ears, louder than anything else in the room. The device creaks, the collar loosens, and then, nothing. Not yet.

He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on Toni's hands, willing him to hurry. "Almost there," Toni whispers, his brow glistening. "Just, one, more, second..."

With a click the collar is fully detached and Toni drops it onto the table, Tyler instantly feels the pressure on his neck vanish. He breathes deeply, feeling the weight that had been dragging him down lifting.

 

The relief washes over him like a wave, and Tyler almost stumbles forward, his knees weak. He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale, feeling the stress and tension melt away.

His neck feels...free. Silence falls again, thicker this time, as if everyone is holding their breath, waiting for, something. Anything. Tyler opens his eyes, blinking rapidly, his gaze darting from Toni to Dr. Phillips. He's safe. He's really, truly safe.

"Thanks," he whispers, his voice barely audible. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Thanks, guys. Seriously." He looks around, feeling vulnerable, exposed, like he's shedding a skin he's worn for far too long.

"Prince Felix was taken, part of his plan, he claims. It's risky. But I have to trust him" Tyler says. Dr. Phillips nods gravely. "Risky indeed, but Troye has proven resourceful so far. We'll keep monitoring the situation closely."

Tyler rubs his neck absentmindedly, still getting used to the lack of pressure there. Felix being taken adds another layer of complexity. He doesn't like it, but he knows sometimes sacrifices need to be made. He meets Dr. Phillips' steady gaze.

"Keep me updated on any developments. And, make sure Troye knows to be careful." He glances around the room again, the faces of his friends etched with concern. He gives them a weak, but genuine look. As long as they're with him, he can face whatever comes next.

"Rob was left behind, I feel bad" Max says. Tyler looks down at his feet. "I know, we couldn't get to him in time before our escape. We can't dwell on it for now, if Felix's plan works, then Rob will be safe and free" Tyler answers letting out a sigh, not sure if he believes his own words.

Tyler's shoulders sag slightly, guilt settling heavy in his stomach. Leaving Rob behind, they didn’t have time. Owens army had more than he expected. If they risked looking for him, they would never have got away.  

He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away. He can't afford to doubt himself, not now. Not when there's still so much to fight for. "Yeah, you're right," Max says, his tone softening. "We just gotta hope Felix's plan works."

Jordan shifts uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "What if it doesn't?" He asks quietly. Tyler walks over and puts a hand on Jordans shoulder. “We can’t have doubts now, it won’t help” Tyler answers. Toni sensing the tension walks forward.

“Time for this to be removed” Finn says while looking down at the chastity cage around Tyler’s dick. Fin reaches down, Tyler doesn’t flinch. He runs a small instrument over the lock and it breaks apart falling to the ground. The whole room goes silent.  

Tyler looks down at his dick free for the first time in years. It looks so much smaller than he remembers. He feels weird, his dick feels weird. Almost as he is missing part of his body. The freedom feels almost unfree.

"Where’s Todd though, the other slave that was with you?" Toni asks, trying to break the silence. To distract Tyler. "He is hiding in the Kingdom, he is part of Felix's plan" Tyler responds. Max raises an eyebrow. "Todd's still in there? That's, risky. But he's good at blending in, right?"

Tyler nods, his jaw clenched. "He's the best chance we've got of getting intel from the inside. And if Felix's plan works, Todd might even be able to help facilitate things from within." But despite his optimism, Tyler can sense the uncertainty lingering.

"What’s your plan Tyler?" Dr Phillips asks. Tyler looks at Finn and Toni and then to Max and Jordan. “We are going to liberate as many slaves as we can, we will rescue them, heal them, and then build and army, and fuck these Masters up the ass.

We are going to take down Owen, Rob's Masters, Tanner and especially Zac. I look forward to seeing Zac again. For everything he did to me, to Max to everyone." Tyler declares determination in his voice.

 

Tyler's words ignite something in the room. His determination is infectious, and the others nod vigorously, their faces lighting up. Max and Jordan grip their hands together, Max leans in and kisses Jordan.

Dr. Phillips smiles, impressed. "That's quite the plan, Tyler. You're not just talking about a few scattered rescue missions. You're talking about a full-blown revolution." Max grins, clapping Tyler on the back. "That's exactly what we're gonna do. We're gonna bring hell."

Finn and Toni exchange a look, clearly inspired. Even Jordan, who's usually more reserved, seems fired up. Tyler's fists clench. He's never felt so alive, so focused. He's ready. He's ready to lead, to fight, to burn it all down.

The fire in his belly burns brighter than ever. He'll make sure every last master feels the wrath of the slaves they've tormented. Zac, especially. Tyler's smile turns wicked. Oh, yeah. He's definitely looking forward to that reunion.

"The first slaves we are going to rescue are the original members of the Civic Experiment, they helped changed the world, and they will help change it back" Tyler's eyes harden, his resolve strengthened by the memory of their shared experiences.

"You're right. We owe it to them. To ourselves. We started this mess, and now we're gonna finish it.” Toni says. Tyler nods, happy that, the other victims of the Civic Experiment understand, that they agree. He looks at Toni, Finn at Jordan and then Max. 

“This isn’t going to be easy, odds are we will fail. But we have to try. I mean” Tyler hesitates for a second and then thinks of all the pain he has endured and all the pain others have. He looks again at Jordan, Finn, Toni and finally Max.

“They enslaved us and we submitted, they degraded us and we lay down, well not anymore, the line must be drawn, here, no further. And I, us, we, will make them pay for everything they did. I promise you that.”

Rob

Rob feels guilty for the part he played in the kingdom falling. Even though he knows he didn’t have a choice. A supressed order given to him before his escape. Supposed escape. It was all part of Tanners plan. Let him make it to the kingdom, turn him into a trojan horse.

He thinks back to the dinner with the king. No idea that his freedom was just a veil. Then he heard the voice in his head. “Take the pill from your collar and drop it in his cup” he did it. He had no choice. As he noticed the king’s eyes glass over with the effects of the drug. Another voice came.

“Order him to lower the walls” Rob gave the order like a drone and the king obeyed. The walls fell and Owens men marched into the Kingdom. “Strip naked, kneel and wait” another voice said. Rob quickly removed his clothes and knelt in the corner unable to move.

Owen and six men dressed in army uniform burst into the room. Rob has only been kneeling for ten minutes. Five of them drag the king from the room. Owen and another officer with long straight hair stay. Owen looks down at Rob.

“This is my friend and number one officer Hayden. He is even more cruel than I am. You thought you were free. Taking that away from you is a great feeling. Now I am going to break you by making you watch me break your only chance of freedom” Owen says.

 Hayden lifts Rob from his knees and the two free men drag him out of the room. They are walking towards Felixs chamber. Rob can’t bring himself to resist. They open the chamber door without knocking and walk in. Felix is tied naked to the bed. Rob looks around but there is no sign of Troye.

"We finally got you Felix" Owen says as he looks down at the bound naked Felix. Felix just looks at Owen he doesn't say a word. “Or, should I say, Prince Felix”. Owen runs his fingers down the prince’s naked body. Felix glares at Owen. A look of hatred.

"Oh, look at you, straining against those ropes. Owen sneers, walking closer. He grabs Felix's chin roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You might want to reconsider that defiant stare. You're not the prince anymore, Felix." He laughs, releasing Felix's face abruptly.

"You're nothing but a prize, a toy for my dear cousin." Felix leans up and spits in Owens face. It hits just below his eye and rolls down his face.

Owen reels back, his expression turning murderous. His hand wipes the spit from his face, and he clenches his fist. "You insolent little brat! You think you can just spit at me and get away with it?" He grabs Felix by the throat, squeezing tightly. "You'll learn, Felix. Oh, you'll learn."

Owen takes advantage of Felix's helpless state, his grip tightening around his neck. "Helpless, aren't you? Just like I like it." He smirks, his fingers digging into Felix's skin. "No one to save you now, Felix. You're completely at my mercy. And trust me, I won't show you any."

Felix stops struggling under Owens weight. His vision is beginning to blur. Rob steps forward towards them but Owen turns and looks at Rob. The look leaves him frozen in place. Owen turns his attention back to Felix.

"Good. That's more like it. You're starting to understand, aren't you?" He releases Felix's throat, letting him gasp for breath. "No more pretty speeches, no more defiance. Just you, tied up tight, with nowhere to go." He leans in closer, his breath hot against Felix's ear.

"Tanner's gonna love breaking you, Felix. He's got plans, you know. Big plans." Owen snickers, a wicked glint in his eye. "Oh, he’s been waiting years for this moment. But before I bring you to him, I am going to have my fun.” He stands back up, towering over Felix.

He grabs a nearby whip, its leather crackling ominously. "You've always been stubborn, Felix." He trails the whip slowly across the floor, his smirk growing wider. "Tanner will thank me for it. He'll thank me for turning you into an obedient little plaything."

"You will regret this one day. You, don't know what I'm capable of" Felix challenges. Owen raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, but I do. Everyone knows what you're capable of, Prince Felix your fiery spirit, your unwavering pride. And that's exactly why this will be so entertaining."

He cracks the whip against the ground, the sound echoing through the room. "But let's see how long that pride lasts, shall we?"

"I won't beg, no matter what." Felix states firmly. “But one day you will Owen. I promise you maybe not today or tomorrow but one day” Felix warns. The threat seems empty to Rob. He wants to warn Felix about how much his life is about to change. What slavery really feels like.

"Ha! That's what they all say, Felix. But trust me, once I'm done with you, once you've suffered enough, once you've seen the true extent of our power… you'll beg. You'll beg for mercy, for freedom, for anything. And when that happens, you'll realize how far you've fallen. From prince to slave. It's quite the comedown, isn't it?"

Owen circles Felix, the whip still clutched tightly in his hand. Felix doesn't say anything he just watches Owen as he moves around the bed. Owen grins, enjoying the silence. He traces the whip's end along Felix's skin, teasingly close but not quite touching.

"You're so quiet now. What happened to that defiance? That 'I won't break' attitude?" He mocks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe I should... encourage you to speak up." He flicks the whip, letting its tip flick Felix's cheek lightly. Felix remains silent.

Owen's grin widens, pleased with Felix's stubbornness. But he's not about to let that intensity simmer unchecked. He grabs a fistful of Felix's hair, yanking his head back. "You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you? Fine. We'll play it your way."

He releases Felix's hair, stepping back and unbuckling his belt. He slides it out of its loops, letting it hang menacingly in his hand. Felix swallows hard, staring directly at Owen. Owen laughs, clearly enjoying the fear behind Felix's stoic facade. He leans forward, his face inches away from Felix's.

"Aww, look at that. The proud prince is scared. How adorable." He runs his thumb over his belt, his eyes glinting dangerously. "But don't worry, Felix. This is only the beginning. I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking you."

He takes a step back, his belt swishing softly through the air. "Let's see how long you can keep that silence going, hmm?" This time Felix flinches when Owen moves. A hint of vulnerability flashes across his face before he schools it back into a scowl.

Owen catches the flicker of vulnerability, his grin turning cruel. "Ah, there it is. Finally showing some weakness, Felix? That's what I like to see." He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You’re not as strong as you think you are. Not anymore."

He begins pacing around the bed again, the belt dragging on the floor. "You're just a scared little bird in a gilded cage, waiting for the slaughter. And I'm the hunter." Rob looks around the room trying to see if there is any way to intervene. But he knows it would be in vain.

"Your arrogance will be your undoing, Owen." Felix bites out, voice trembling ever so slightly. Owen chuckles darkly. "My, my, look at you. Shaking like a leaf, yet still trying to threaten me. You're absolutely pathetic, Felix."

He grabs Felix's chin, squeezing it hard. "But I'll give you credit. You're holding on tighter than I expected. Maybe I underestimated you...just a little." His grip loosens, but his eyes never leave Felix's face. "It'll make it all the more satisfying when you completely fall apart."

"Bastard." Felix spits in anger, despite the fear. Owen bursts into laughter, clearly delighted by Felix's reaction. "Oh, such language from a prince! You're more human than you think." He wipes a tear from his eye, shaking his head. "But that temper of yours? That's going to get you into trouble."

He suddenly grabs Felix's shoulders, pinning him down, their faces inches apart. He is straddling his shoulders. Felixs face is inches away from Owens crotch as he looks down at the young prince.

"Let me tell you something, Felix. You can curse me all you want. You can fight, you can struggle, you can even pray for rescue. But none of that will change your fate. You're mine now. And soon, you'll belong to my cousin, body and soul. So, spit at me all you like. It won't make a difference."

With a swift movement, Owen grabs Felix's arms, tying them tighter to the bedposts. The ropes dig into Felix's skin, making him wince. "There. Can't have you trying anything stupid, now, can we?" Owen sneers, towering above him. "Now, brace yourself. This is going to be fun."

Felix looks back at Owen with defiant eyes, no sign of fear now. He's ready. Owen raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. "Well, well, well. Look at that. You're a tougher nut to crack than I thought. Too bad it won't matter."

He cracks his knuckles, then his neck, the noise echoing in the quiet room. "Tanner will drain that defiance from you, Felix. Drain it all." He circles the bed once more, the belt still dangling from his hand like a threat. His eyes bore into Felix, daring him to flinch again.

But this time, Felix's gaze holds steady. As Owen nears, Felix turns his head to the side, bracing himself silently for whatever comes next. Rob remembers all the humiliation he has endured before. Watching this he knows it’s in his future when he is reunited with his three Masters.

Owen chuckles again, a low, sinister sound. This stubbornness... it's almost admirable. Almost. He raises his belt, letting the silence stretch between them. Finally, he strikes, the belt whistling through the air before it connects with Felix's skin.

"Were you ready for that, Prince?" Owen hisses. The blow lands hard, leaving a stinging welt on Felix's arm. Felix grits his teeth, a low moan escaping at the cruel bite of the lash. The welt seems to be getting redder by the second.

Owen laughs, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, there's that sweet sound. Music to my ears, really." He steps back, admiring his handiwork. "Not so silent now, are you, Felix? But we both know that's only the beginning."

He winds the belt around his hand, a slow, deliberate motion. "I wonder how long you can hold out before you scream." Owen spends the next fifteen minutes whipping Felix with his belt. Felix resists screaming. “What’s taking so long” Tanner voice sounds from Owens radio.    

"Ok, I have to take you to Tanner, but before that I have one more humiliation for you" Owen says to the bruised bound Prince. Felix is trying to catch his breath. Rob can’t read the emotion that came across Felixs face at the sound of Tanners voice.

Felix lies there, battered, his breathing ragged. Sweat and tears mingle on his face, but he refuses to break. Even as his body trembles, his pride remains intact. Owen watches him, savouring each second of his triumph.

"What? Nothing left to say, Prince? No clever comebacks or empty promises? You're running out of steam." He grins, his amusement laced with cruelty. "Don't worry, this last bit... it'll be special." Owen steps closer to Felix.

"Just get it over with," Felix manages to say, his voice hoarse. But there's a trace of determination beneath the exhaustion in his words. He still hasn't lost entirely rob feels. Rob doesn’t know if he should be impressed or worried for Felix.

Owen claps slowly, mockingly, like he's congratulating Felix on a job well done. "Oh, you're still clinging to that defiance, aren't you? That's... impressive. Most men would've broken by now." He shakes his head, grinning. "But that fire in your eyes won't save you, Felix. Nothing will."

With a flourish, Owen unzips his pants. "This? This is the ultimate humiliation. You won't be able to hide from this. Not ever again." Felix averts his eyes, knowing he has no power to stop Owen, but vowing silently he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.

Owen grabs Felix's hair, forcing his head back up. "Look at me, Felix. Look at what's about to happen." He chuckles, a cold, mirthless sound. "You think you're strong, refusing to look? But you're only delaying the inevitable. You'll see, you'll feel, and you'll remember every single second of this."

Felix's refusal to break further fuels Owen's twisted excitement. Felix looks at Owens unzipped pants and again doesn't utter a word. Owen smirks, his eyes gleaming with malice. He takes a step closer, hovering over Felix.

"That's right. You're doing exactly what I expected. Nothing but silence and that pitiful defiance. But it's useless, Felix." He positions himself, ready to carry out his threat. The moment hangs heavy in the air, a sickening anticipation building.

Then, without warning, he releases a stream of hot urine directly onto Felix. "Now, isn't this just lovely?" he taunts, laughing cruelly. "You're covered in piss, and soon, everyone will see you like this."

Piss rolls downs Felixs face some entering his mouth he tries to spit it out but swallows some, his body is drenched in piss. Owen snickers, watching with sadistic glee as Felix struggles to spit out the vile liquid.

"Swallow it, Felix. Drink up. It's only fitting that a prince should drink from such a humiliating cup." He steps back, admiring his handiwork. Felix lies there, humiliated, degraded, and utterly powerless. The stench of urine fills the air, a constant reminder of Owen's dominance.

"Beautiful," Owen murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just beautiful." He turns and looks to Rob. “Untie him” Rob swallows hard the realisation that he has to follow the order overcomes him. Getting freedom for a short moment is almost worse than never having it.

Rob unties Felix from the bed, he helps to shackle his arms behind his back, they then shackle his feet together to make it harder to walk. Owen looks at the naked Prince covered in piss. He leans close to Felixs ear and whispers into his ear.

"We are now going to take you through the streets to my cousin. Tanner will be waiting. Your people will see you paraded naked through the streets and know this what is about to happen to them, your humiliation will help break them" Owen brags.

Felix hangs his head, his hair plastered against his face, dripping with piss. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, but he refuses to give Owen the satisfaction of hearing him beg or plead. Instead, he focuses on the burning anger inside, fuelling himself with it.

He knows what's coming. He knows his people will witness his shame. But he also knows that he can't let them down. Not even now. He steels himself, preparing to endure whatever lies ahead. He looks at Owen defiance etched on his face again.

"You think this will break them?" Felix whispers, his voice barely audible, his words dripping with contempt. "It won't. They won't forget who I am. And they'll remember what you've done."

Owen ignores Felix and pushes him out of the bedroom and out through the streets, the streets are busy, there are armed guards and Felixs people, they all stare at their naked leader covered in piss. "Don't worry it’s a short walk to Tanner, he is so excited to see you again" Owen says to Felix

Felix's face burns, his cheeks aflame with shame. He can feel every pair of eyes upon him, judging, horrified, and pitying. But he refuses to hide. Instead, he straightens his back, meeting the gazes of his people. He won't back down. Not yet. Not ever.

He doesn't respond to Owen, his jaw clenched tight. Every step feels like a lifetime, each rusty chain-link clicking loudly, emphasizing his vulnerability. The sun beats down on his bare skin, a cruel spotlight highlighting his degradation. But even so, he holds onto his pride, grasping it like a lifeline.

They walk, the feeling of the pavement on Robs bare feet remind him of the first day he was enslaved. While all attention is on Felix Rob can’t help but feel also exposed. He hopes that his Masters aren’t with Tanner and delay in meeting them is welcome.

After ten minutes he can see Tanner ahead of him the man who has lusted after Felix for years the man that has hunted Felix. To turn him into a slave. As they reach Tanner, both can see the delight in his eyes.

Felix stops breathing, his heart sinking like a stone. All his energy, all his defiance, seems to drain away as he takes in Tanner's expression. It's a look he knows well one of possessiveness, of ownership, of twisted desire. The prince feels sick, his stomach churning with dread.

Tanner reaches out, his fingers twitching, like he can barely contain himself. Felix can sense the excitement radiating off him, like a dark aura. He swallows hard, trying to push past the lump in his throat. He's never felt so vulnerable, so completely at someone else's mercy.

Owen pushes Felix down onto his knees before Tanner, the chains pulling his arms tight behind his back. Tanner runs his hands along Felix's body, relishing every inch. Felix shudders involuntarily, Tanner's touch like ice crawling under his skin.

He's forced to endure it, frozen in place, while Tanner explores him like a prize. The chains dig deeper into his wrists, a painful reminder that he's utterly trapped. He bites his lip, refusing to react, to give Tanner any satisfaction.

But his skin crawls, and his mind races with the horror of what's happening. He glares up at Tanner, his eyes blazing with hatred, but he knows it's useless. Tanner stares back into Felix's eyes, his look full of menace

"You have no idea what I've planned for you, Felix. But we have all the time in the world.” Felix returns Tanner's stare, his own eyes flashing with disdain. But beneath the surface, fear begins to seep in, corroding his resolve.

Rob knows Tanner's reputation, knows what sort of twisted things he might have planned. The silence stretches between them, thick with tension. Rob looks around there are no signs of Pat, Joe or Carl. Tanner seems to notice this.

“Don’t worry your Masters will be getting word soon of where you are” Tanner warns Rob. He then turns his attention back to Felix. “I have waited for this day for so many years Felix. It is going to be glorious. You will have a very nice life as my slave. I promise you.”

Felix searches desperately for something anything to say, but his words catch in his throat. He won't beg. He won't plead. Not now, not ever. So, he says nothing, his silence a fragile shield against the terror that threatens to consume him.

Owen steps away from the two slaves and walks to his cousin. “I am taking a few of my men back to town. I don’t think you need me here anymore. Will you and my father be staying here for a bit longer?” Owen asked. Tanner nods.

“Yes, me and the president will be staying in the Kingdom for a couple of weeks. We want the chance to humiliate these traitors on their own lands. The president said you have temporary power while he is here. Don’t abuse it.” Tanner says.

“As if I would” Owen says smiling.

Zac

Zac has met up with Pat, Joe and Carl to meet Troye in the hostel. They want to know what’s going on since the Kingdom fell. Troye invites them to sit in the common room and offers them each a beer. The are all making small talk as Zac looks around the hostel.

It’s not like the hostel when the former owner Clay used to own it. He looks around the common room. There are dog cages lining the walls with naked slaves inside. Guests well-dressed are chatting as a naked Clay serves them drinks. Pat leans forward snatching a beer out of Clays hand.

"So, Troye, is Rob still in the Kingdom, where is Tyler" Pat asks. "Rob is safely back under our control, he is in the Kingdom, you can go there and reclaim your property tomorrow, as for Tyler and the rest, I'm not sure, they managed to escape" Troye responds.

"Oh, okay, that's... good. About Rob, I mean," Pat says, unable to hide his happiness. He looks at Joe and Carl "We'll head to the Kingdom tomorrow, then." Joe smiles. Carl shifts uncomfortably, looking around at the hostel.

“Maybe we should just leave Rob. Let him be” Carls says hesitantly. Pat and Joe look at him surprised and disappointed. A young naked slave in his twenties is taken to the middle of the room one of the hostel guests starts to piss on him, they don't pay it any attention and continue their conversation.

Zac’s eyes flicker toward the scene. He's seen plenty of humiliating scenes like this before, but... it still gets to him. He quickly looks away, focusing back on the conversation. “Why would we do that, he is our slave Carl” Pat asks.

“He is innocent, he didn’t do anything. We didn’t know that at the time. But now we do” Carl responds as Pat and Joe start laughing. “Who cares, we need to keep him if we want hold onto our visas. Plus think of all the parties we go to now” Pat responds. Carl just nods while looking away.

Zac clears his throat, trying to steer the conversation forward. "So, uh, what's the plan for tonight? We might, uh, stick around for a bit." He glances at his friends, hoping they won't notice his unease. Then looks at Troye and smiles.

"Yeah stay, plenty to do around here" Troye looks to Pat, Joe and Carl. "Are you guys going to head to the Kingdom to fetch Rob" he asks. Pat nods eagerly, while Joe stretches his arms, saying, "Yeah, we'll get him back. Don't want him getting any ideas, of freedom, do we?"

Carl sighs, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. We'll go."

One of the burly guests lumbers over, a smirk spreading across his scarred face. He recognises Zac. Who has become somewhat of a celebrity being the first ever Master of the Sampson slavery Laws. "Hey there. You boys look like you could use some... entertainment."

He gestures toward the rows of caged slaves lining the walls. He looks at Zac offering his hand "Why don't you pick one out? My treat, for you and your friends. Consider it a gift from me." Zac shakes his hand and smiles.

"Uh, that's alright," Zac says quickly, trying to brush it off. "We were just leaving soon anyway." He shoots Troye a strained look. Pat leans forward. "My friend Zac is shy, but me and Joe would like to take you up on the offer" Pat says to the guest.

 

The guest grins widely, exposing yellowed teeth. "Excellent! Choose any slave you like. I'll have them ready in a flash." Joe and Pat stand up and walk over to the cages, they look along the rows, falling on a cute red headed twink, "I think we will choose this one" Pat says.

Pat and Joe grin devilishly at each other, and then turn back to the host looking pleased, as they wait for the redhead. As the redhead is brought out to them, naked and visibly trembling. Pat snickers as he grabs the young man's arm and drags him onto a nearby table.

"Kneel in front of me" Pat orders the redheaded slave.

Zac's breath hitches. He casts a glance at Troye once more. The slave hesitates for a moment before obeying Pat's command. Pat laughs cruelly. "I was expecting more of a fight from you..." he says, looking over at Zac and winking suggestively.

He glances at Troye again. As Pat and Joe focus on their "fun," Troye locks his eyes with Zac. With a slight nod, he discreetly slips out of the room, signalling Zac to follow him. Zac looks at Joe and Pat who are consumed by the slave. He glances at Carl who is on his phone.

Zac seizes the opportunity, his pulse quickening. He excuses himself hastily, mumbling something about needing some fresh air, and follows Troye out of the room. He doesn't dare look back, fearing his friends might notice. Once they're alone, he exhales sharply, his tension easing marginally.

"Troye, thank—" He stops himself, lowering his voice to a whisper. Troye guides Zac to his bedroom at the back of the hostel, they enter and sit on the bed, "Finally" Troye says before leaning in and kissing Zac.

Zac melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Troye, relief washing over him. He pulls Troye closer, burying his face in his neck. For a moment, he forgets everything else the hostel, his friends, the redhead, Todd, Tyler everything except Troye.

"Shush, just... just hold on," he murmurs, voice trembling slightly. When they finally break apart, he rests his forehead against Troye's, his eyes welling up. "I hate it here. Hate how we have to hide this." Zac confesses.

Troye runs his fingers through Zacs hair. "Do you think anyone knows about us, do you think Pat suspects it" Troye asks. Zac shakes his head vigorously, his hands clasping Troye's tighter. Fingers brush against Troye's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw.

"I don't think so," Zac says, he leans in and starts to kiss Troye again, running his hands under his shirt, caressing his body. He lifts up his shirt removing it and kisses Troyes neck moving his tongue up and licking behind his ear. He then kisses Troye again.

Troye smiles into the kiss, his hands tangling in Zac's hair, pulling him closer. He makes a soft sound, his heart racing. In this moment, nothing else matters no guests, no slaves, no friends watching in the other room. Just the two of them, hidden away, safe.

"You're so warm," Troye murmurs, nuzzling into Zac's touch. He can feel Zac's nerves dissipating, replaced by something deeper, something more tender. He leans back slightly, his eyes locked on Zac's, his fingers intertwined with Zac's.

Zac's movements become more urgent as he loses himself in the heat of the moment with Troye. The outside world fades away as their passion intensifies. "Troye ...I love you," Zac blurts out, the words spilling out before he can stop them. He's never said it aloud, but it feels...right. Necessary.

Like he can't keep it locked inside anymore. His heart threatens to burst through his chest, pounding wildly. He kisses Troye harder, pouring all his emotions into the touch, afraid to let go, afraid to lose this feeling. He's lost in Troye, completely, utterly. There's nothing else left.

Troye looks into Zacs eyes, "these last three months have been amazing" Troye says before kissing Zac, he lifts Zacs shirt, pulling it off gently, he starts kissing Zacs chest lower and lower towards his belly button, as he reaches it, he unbuckles Zacs belt.

Zac's face blazes crimson, his entire body tense, yet somehow relaxed. He's never felt like this before. Vulnerable, exposed, yet safe. He swallows hard, his fingers digging into the blankets beneath him.

"T-Troye...?" He trails off, his breath catching. He knows exactly what Troye's doing. And he's powerless to stop him. He doesn't want to. He's torn between wanting to hide, to disappear, and wanting to bask in every second of this.

Troye opens Zacs belt, then the buttons on his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, Troye starts to kiss him again starting with his belly button and moving down, running his tongue over Zacs pubes before reaching his rock-hard dick.

Zac gasps, his hips instinctively bucking upwards. His brain short-circuits, unable to think straight. He's completely at Troye's mercy, his body reacting without hesitation. A shaky exhale escapes him, his hands gripping Troye's shoulders tightly, anchoring himself.

"Troye...oh god..." He whispers, his voice hoarse, trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear that someone might catch them. But the warmth of Troye's lips, the softness of his tongue it's everything he needs right now.

Troye swirls his tongue around Zacs tip, looking up at him as he takes the head into his mouth, gently sucking, his hand stroking the rest of Zacs dick. He leans down wrapping his mouth around his dick and begins to suck. Zac starts to moan.

Zac's world narrows down to only Troye. He's paralyzed, his entire body taut, his fingers digging so hard into the sheets that they might tear. He's trembling, completely undone. He'd thought he'd been prepared, but... God, he wasn't. this is amazing he thinks.

"T-Troye, wait," he stammers, barely audible. Not because he wants him to stop, but because he's terrified, he'll shatter. He feels like he's going to burst apart, right here, in front of Troye. “Sssh" Troye says while quickening his pace sucking Zacs dick, Zac moans louder.

Zac's eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed. He bites his lip, trying to stifle the sounds, knowing they're not alone in the hostel. But it's impossible. He feels like he's drowning, drowning in Troye's touch, in the sensations overwhelming his senses. His moans escape, barely muffled, his entire body shaking.

He's never felt so alive. So vulnerable. He's completely surrendered. As Zac is moaning, his climax is rising, Troye leans up just as Zac is about to cum, "when did you say Owen is to return from the Kingdom, is it this week or next week" Troyes ask before returning to sucking Zac's dick.

It takes Zac a second to process Troye's question, his brain foggy with pleasure. He blinks, struggling to focus. "Wh-this week...he said...he'd be back this week." He forces the words out between gasps, his fingers curling into fists.

Why is Troye asking about Owen now, of all times? He doesn't care. He just...he needs...this. Troye feels Zac's cock swell and pulse in his mouth just as Zac cums hard down his throat, filling him up with his release.

Zac's body arches, every muscle rigid, as he hits his peak. He buries his face in the pillow, muffling his cries, his mind going blank. The sheer intensity of it leaves him breathless, panting, his heart still racing wildly. Slowly, he lifts his head, eyes wide, searching for Troye's face.

He swallows hard, his chest heaving, unable to speak. All he can manage are ragged breaths and a dazed stare. After making sure Zac had fully finished, Troye wipes his mouth and climbs up to kiss Zac, sharing the taste with him. "That was... amazing" he says softly, caressing Zacs face.

Zac returns the kiss eagerly, tasting himself on Troye's lips. He smiles, still reeling from the intensity, still trying to catch his breath. "Incredible," he murmurs, his voice rough. "You're... incredible." Zac smiles and kisses him again. Troye smiles and looks at Zac.

"Let’s go back to the common room, see what Pat and Joe are doing to the red headed slave" Troye says to Zac. He watches as Zac pulls up his jeans and they walk back to the common room to see how Pat and Joe are treating their slave.

“We don’t have to keep this a secret” Zac says. Troye looks at him. “I know but for now, I’d just prefer it that way.” He says while kissing his cheek. Zac smiles as they walk down the path. The get to the entrance of the hostel and enter the common room.

Pat has the slave lying on his back as he sits on the slaves face who is rimming him, as the slave is rimming Pat, Joe has a red candle that he is tipping the hot wax onto the slave’s balls, the slave continues rimming despite the pain, he knows to react to the pain will cause further punishment.

Zac steps forward, "You guys need to head to kingdom now to collect Rob, I will keep looking for Tyler" he lies wanting them to leave to give him more time with Troye. The sooner they leave the more comfortable Troye will feel having him at the hostel.

"Are you kidding? We've still got some time. But, uh, you're right, the kingdom's not exactly close. Better to go now than later, right? Don't want to miss our chance to get Rob back." He claps Pat on the back. “Exactly” Zac responds.