The Slave Levy

The annual Testerian levy is a time to be wary, especially for those of us males who have reached the age of consent in our society. Even more so if, as was the case in our village, the number of males has exceeded the limit permitted by the matriarchs. Our world is divided between Testeria, Lesbia, a people and a societies that is openly multi-sexual, and the Gynaia strictly ruled by the Matriarchal Council in which males are strictly controlled and regulated from birth. This division came about because, for centuries, men dominated women, abusing them and denying them freedom, and this extended toward males who did not conform to the sexual stereotype. So the populace divided into the three groups, the largest and richest, being Testeria. Lesbia is female only, and focused on the arts and the caring professions. We Gynaian males are subject to an ancient agreement with Testeria. Twice a year Testeria collects a ‘levy’ from Gynaia in payment for goods and services provided to our society. It is a selection of youths regarded as surplus to our society.

All prepubescent males are kept in strict chastity until the age of fourteen, a condition many of us find exciting. At twelve we are separated and forbidden contact with females while being subjected to a range of tests and trials. Even before this we tended not to have much contact with girls, instead playing with our own sex, and learning to enjoy what limited physical contact the steel chastity devises we wore allowed. These were large, restrictive, forcing us to squat to urinate, and, as we wore open crotched leggings and a blouse and little more, proclaimed our status. The removal of our chastity belts felt like a loss to many of us, as now every erection showed, and we were forbidden sexual intercourse — though all of us found ways to indulge even in the face of penalties if caught.

Many of us soon discovered the vicarious pleasure to be had in sexual contact, and some of us  found places in which to entertain our friends. I’d started, in a limited way, while still in the chastity of prepubescence. It had begun in games of ‘catch’ and I’d discovered a liking for being captured and wrestled into submission. Something about having someone else’s steel encased crotch pressed against mine, or into my butt crack, aroused pleasant sensations in my own imprisoned cock. Occasionally we were joined by a handsome youth accompanying his parent to my family’s store. When asked his name or his home village he always shrugged it off, though he always sought me out, and I confess I enjoyed his attention. I was disappointed when he stopped coming shortly before my release from chastity.

The trials and examinations had begun in my first year of puberty and it was rumoured that many of us were already marked to be surrendered at the appropriate time. When not in school, I worked in my family’s firm. They were the manufacturers of fine synth-leather garments, and some bespoke outfits for the wealthy. A less publicised part of the business is the manufacture of special items for Testerian and other clients on a bespoke basis. Much of this is described as fetish wear, and, until I reached the age of consent I was not permitted to wear it, though, occasionally I was used to model it while one of the adults adjusted something or redesigned it. 

Synth-leather is stronger and more elastic than real leather, though it has the same texture and appearance. It can also be given a high gloss finish and is far more durable than the natural latex. The added advantage is it ‘breathes’ on the wearer, so can be worn continuously without problem. Sometimes I was required to ‘model’ new garments for a client, and on occasion, these included items of a special nature for our Testerian Overlords.

The levy is always an anxious time for the community, especially so for those, like me, who belonged to families that had produced too many male offspring. The time of the muster is never announced in advance, and it takes place at any time of the year, so there is little chance of avoiding being taken if you have been marked. Thus it was that we awoke to find the town surrounded and the Levy Clerks and their escorts going through each of the streets, and taking the sons marked for surrender. 

“Daire MacChoilligh.” The Clerk handed my mother the order. “Is to be surrendered.” He signalled one of his escort. “Fit the boots to him and remove his clothes, apply the mark and bring him to the muster point.”

For a moment I considered trying to run. Then realised it was useless. “I am here.” 

I stripped off my tunic and then stepped out of my loose synth-leather trousers retaining only my synth tanga. This was an item of my own design, and I was rather fond of it and the way it subtly showed off my maleness.

“The pouch as well,” Ordered the clerk.

I felt my cheeks burn as I obeyed, adding it to the trousers and tunic.  

The escort produced a pair of the very heavy and clumsy boots all the youths they levy are forced to wear. The foot is filled with lead pellets which doubles the actual size of the foot, while the leg reaches to the knee and is likewise weighted. A metal cuff at the ankle and at the top of the boot leg, lock, making removal impossible. They restrict walking and make running out of the question. The Clerk watched, smiling as my wrists were secured behind me and the elaborate mark — the seal of the Testerian Protectorate — was applied to my naked buttock.

“Take him to the muster point. This one is marked for a special fate,” the Clerk handed my mother a receipt. He smiled, eyeing my generous genitals, my semi-tumescent circumcised cock betraying my arousal at my condition. “They know what to do once you deliver him.”

I made my good byes as best I could, then plodded next to my escort to the assembly point.

“The special one,” said my escort handing me over to the Chief of the Levy. “We’re to prepare him.” He fondled my semi-rigid cock. “You’re selected for a special future. Enjoy it!”

“Special role?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out, slave.” The Chief gestured to another man. “This is the one. You know what is required.”

“Yes, sir.” The man gripped my elbow and I realised that he was, like me, a slave. “This way, it will take some time to dress you.”

“Dress me?” I was now genuinely puzzled. Why would they now dress me? The Testerians never dressed the new levy. I got no answer. 

Steering me into a covered vehicle, the man shut to door behind us. “This is the one,” he told the waiting men. “We must hurry.”

One of the men advanced, and before I could protest had coated my body with what seemed to be a cleansing oil. The second fitted a sort of basin collar round my neck, and then proceeded to shear my head, leaving only a short stubble. The collar was removed, and the hair with it, next they washed my neck and the rest of my body, removing the hair cuttings and the oil they’d applied. Before I could exclaim at the fact I now lacked any body hair, my head was engulfed in a tight fitting and very heavy hood, with a gag that prevented speech.

Someone fitted my cock into a tight synth-leather sheath which left my glans encased in a moulded steel ‘cap’. The tube was laced tight, then a strap tightened around the neck of my scrotum, and something was pressed against my anus. I grunted as what proved to be a small butt plug was pushed home, and a sort of harness fastened round my waist held the sheath, plug and tube in place. One of the men now stood before me holding open what looked like a heavy synth-leather suit, as his companion released my feet from the boots. I recognised it as a combination strait jacket my family had designed to order. At the time I’d wondered who the lucky person would be that got to wear it, since I’d developed a taste for bondage sex. Now I knew …

“Step into the suit,” he ordered, and I obeyed, then had to allow the second man to refit the boots. Next my arms were freed. “Put your arms into the sleeves.”

I did as instructed, and found my arms sliding into the synth-leather filled with some thick and slippery lubricant. The short leggings covered my thighs, but left my buttocks and crotch exposed as they worked quickly, closing the back opening of the very heavy straitjacket. With the rear closed, and my arms now secured across my front, they adjusted it to an even tighter fit, then made me walk to a small cabinet, seated me, and secured the door.

Left to myself, unable to move, now very aroused, confused and afraid of what lay ahead, I let my tears flow. I had clearly been selected for some unusual fate, and I was utterly powerless to resist it. All the worst stories of how the Testerians used youths like me crowded through my head. That I could expect to be employed for sexual pleasure didn’t alarm me, but there were stories of sadism, or genital removal, of torture … The time for escape, resistance or avoiding what lay before me was long gone. Then the vehicle began to move.

I was assisted out of the vehicle in the courtyard of a very grand building. My escort now guided me across it to a door, and thence into a lift. On the way we passed numerous people, some obviously slaves, their tattooed buttocks proclaiming their status even if their slave harnesses didn’t. Others were evidently freemen, who passed appreciative remarks on my genitals and some on my helpless state.

Finally I was ushered into a small cell, fed a refreshing drink through my gag, made to sit on the only chair, and left alone.

A short time later the door opened and two finely dressed men entered. In shock I recognised the older of the two — no less a person than the Lord Master and Protector of Testeria! Carefully I stood, my head bowed.

“Your Installation gift, my son,” he said, in a rich voice as I struggled to kneel. “And he evidently knows his manners.” He laughed. “A fine specimen, you chose well. Initiate him and bind him to you, then he will attend you for your Installation as Master of the Levy.”

The younger man smiled. “Thank you, father.” He studied me as I knelt in front of them. “You don’t recognise me, slave?”

I felt a thrill at his voice — and there was something else about him that was familiar. Yes, I knew him, but not that he was the next ruler of Testeria. I’d served him several times in my family’s shop, and quietly admired his figure and the bulge of his genitals in his codpiece, sometimes wishing I could enjoy some sex with him in the hayloft where I occasionally submitted to others. My memory stirred, yes, this was the man I had modelled pouches, harnesses and even a sleep sack for on several occasions. The most recent had been the strait jacket I now wore. Had he been there to test me and select me? My heart flipped. Had I hit lucky and been selected as the companion of the next Lord Protector of Testeria? I nodded.

He smiled. “I will remove your gag and you will service my cock.” He stepped forward, his hand releasing his bulging codpiece. His cock sprang out. Like mine, generous in size, circumcised and already hard.

With my gag withdrawn, I licked my lips and opened my mouth to accept him. His scent filled my nostrils as his glans filled my mouth. I tasted his excitement and set to work. The hood and the form of the device holding my mouth open, was a little restrictive, but I gave him my willing attention, savouring his precum, and exploring the beautiful form of his gorgeous cock. My reward, in due time, was to have my mouth filled by his cum. Thick, savoury, generous, it filled my mouth in several powerful ejaculations. This was far, far more satisfying than the hurried trysts with my brothers’ friends and some of the men in the town.

“You did well, slave.” My master slipped my gag back into my mouth. “Yes, you are an excellent choice.”

The Lord Protector laughed. “You were right, my son. A prime choice. Come, we must prepare for you installation. Bring your slave.”

The installation was a formality, my new Master’s role being to oversee the allocation of the new levy of slaves to Masters. Most of the Masters were young men taking their first sub-slave, but a few were choosing a second or even a third. I watched with interest as people I had known at school, or even enjoyed in the hayloft were singled out, tested and accepted, or directed to be modified to meet a master’s taste. Through it all I stood beside my Master, my restrained state on display — accentuated by a chain from a steel collar on my neck to my lord’s belt, and another from my scrotal collar ended in a leather loop in his hand.

When the last youth had been allocated, and his submission to his master recorded, my master stood, stretched and smiled. “It is time I put you to some use.” He tugged gently on the light chain attached to my scrotum. “This work has given me an appetite. Come. Follow me.” 

The room he lead me into was large, beautifully furnished and had a stunning view of the palace park from a wide verandah. The centrepiece, however, was the huge four poster bed. My master moved behind me, his arms encircled my waist and his codpiece pressed into my butt. Gently he turned me to face the bed.

“Well, my slave?” His voice was soft and gentle in my ear. “Do you like your new home?”

Carefully, I nodded. With speech impossible, it was my only possible response. Questions raced through my head. Where were the restraint devices? Did he mean that this was were I would live? Alone? Or with him? This couldn’t be real. 

“This is our private suite,” he whispered. “My love nest. You and I will live here, make love here, sleep here.” His hands found the fastenings for the hood and released them. Easing the hood free, he turned me again, and his mouth engulfed mine in the most demanding and passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. Breaking the kiss at last he laughed. “I have waited ten years for that.”

“Ten years, my lord?” I tried to get my head round this. “You have known me that long?”

He grinned. “Longer. Do you not remember the game in which you always ended up bound in the synth-leather store? We played it often enough.”

“The game …” I stared. “That was you?” Recognition flared and I smiled. “And now you have me at your mercy again, my lord.” I hesitated, unable to kneel as I should because he was holding me. “I remember you said then you intended to own me one day, and would teach me the pleasure we were forbidden then.” I lowered my eyes. “I hunger for your teaching, lord. Teach me your pleasure.”

His kiss was gentle and lingering. “Then I shall take you as you are.” He smiled. “As I always wanted to take you. Bound, at my mercy, denied your own release until I grant it.”

“I am yours, Master.” I swallowed. “As I was in our games. I would have surrendered to you then had we not been in the chastity of the pre-pubescent.” I hesitated. “Master, please, for this first time, replace the hood and gag me.”

“If you wish.” He grinned, kissing me once more. The hood slipped over my head, the gag filling my mouth as he adjusted it carefully, and closed the zipper. Placing me at the foot of the bed, he made me spread my legs, then lay my torso on the bedding. I felt him release the securing on the plug in my butt and then withdraw it. A moment later he pressed his shapely glans against my opening, then pushed himself into me. After a moment of stillness I heard him say, “You feel as good as I dreamed you would.”

Then he was thrusting into me, and I responded, as eager as he for his pleasure. His eruption felt as large as the earlier one in my mouth, and as good. When he’d done, he withdrew gently, replacing the butt plug carefully and helped me stand. Once more the hood was removed, and now his kiss was even more passionate. Slowly, gently, he began to release me from the bondage suit. The afternoon was already fading as he directed me into the bathroom we would now share, and when I emerged, still naked, he’d laid out a tanga for me and a meal had been delivered.

My stomach growled as I saw the food. A reminder I’d not eaten since the morning.

He chuckled. “Come and join me so we can get our strength back for bed tonight.”

“You wish me to eat at your table, my lord? Should I not wait upon you and eat when you have done?”

“When we are alone, I wish you to sit beside me,” he grinned. “In case I require more than just the food from you.”

Catching his mood, I smiled. “It shall be my pleasure, my lord, to provide anything you command.”

He laughed, his arm grasping my waist as he moved us to the table. “First, we eat.” His hand fondled my loose pouch. “Then I shall enjoy you properly.”

The bed was comfortable, and had been designed to my lord’s requirements. Now I lay on my back, my legs and arms splayed wide, my wrists and ankles locked in heavy cuffs to the four corners of the wide bed. My prince lay between my legs, his mouth exploring my rampant erection. He certainly knew what he was doing.

I moaned softly. “Oh, my lord … Gnnnn ..,” I sucked a deep breath desperate not to ejaculate. 

He sensed it. “Feed me your seed, my slave …” His mouth engulfed my glans, his tongue teasing the most sensitive spot …

“Oooooh,” I groaned as my balls heaved. I felt my cum erupt into his mouth, felt the suction as he sucked it greedily, and shuddered as I erupted again. When I stopped ejaculating, he kept his mouth locked on my now softening tool, sucking gently until I had nothing left to release. Then he moved, placing himself over my body. Our mouths met, and I tasted my own cum in his kiss.

His finger played with my nipple. “Well, Daire? Do you find being my slave onerous?”

“No, my lord.” I smiled. “If my Lord has need of my cock, my boy hole or any other part of my anatomy I give it to him gladly. Anywhere, at any time, and in whatever garment or style my lord demands.”

He laughed. “Bold of you, and I am quite demanding — as you know if you recall our childhood games.”

“I remember, Lord, but my statement stands.” I smiled and thought a moment. “I would even wear the chastity device of the prepubescent if you require it, Lord.”

He laughed. “I might just do that.” Releasing my ankles, he lay over me again, and released my wrists. “But now I desire sleep.” 

“If my lord wishes,” I murmured as he eased off me and I moved aside, in preparation to leave the bed. “Where shall I sleep, lord?”

He rolled on his side to face me, his arm finding my waist. “Here. Turn on your side and I will spoon you.” He waited while I obeyed, then his lips found my neck. “For over ten years I have waited for this day. Sleep well, Daire, Slave to the Master of the Levy.” He chuckled. “We will have a lot of fun selecting youths to be levied in future.”

“Selecting, my Lord?”

He chuckled. “Oh yes.” His semi-tumescent cock nestled between my butt cheeks as he drew us together. “It isn’t as random as some think.”

I felt my heart flutter and murmured, “Thank you, my lord.”

He chuckled. “For what, my Daire? Fucking you? Making you my sexual toy? My slave to be bound and enjoyed?”

“All of that, Master. Thank you.” I chuckled. “And for including me in the selection for the Levy.”

His lips found my neck and kissed. “Go to sleep. You will know when and what I desire later.”

In truth, wrapped in his arms, his manhood pressed to my naked flesh, and his breath on my neck, made me feel secure and loved. I pressed against his large cock, enjoying the feel of it in the crack of my butt, and remembering the feel of it thrusting into my hole, and the sensation as he’d emptied his sperm into me. And now he held me to his body tenderly, as a lover, not simply someone to fuck and abandon. It was an experience I had not enjoyed until now. Revelling in it, I fell asleep far more rapidly than usual.

I awoke aware my master had an erection. Carefully I moved until I could position myself to take his manhood in my mouth, then gave it my full attention. His hands gripped my head as I worked, finally holding me firmly in place as his cum erupted into my mouth. When he’d emptied his balls, he drew me up to his chest and our mouths met in a kiss that dominated me completely. Somehow he rolled me onto my back, and before I realised what was happening my arms were cuffed to the bed posts.

“A slave that takes his master’s cum without authority must be punished,” he growled. 

“Yes, Master,” I murmured savouring the taste of his sperm.

Reaching behind me, he produced the heaviest hood I could recall, though I recognised the design as one my family had developed for a special client. As my face and head had often been used to mould special designs, I got to see a lot of unusual head gear. My body was also the model used to create the family’s range of manikins for displays, so a lot of the clothes and other items they made, were a perfect fit for me. “You will wear this when we sleep in future, and for the rest of today. Open your mouth.”

Stunned, I obeyed, accepting the detailed rubber penis into my mouth. His tone suggested my ‘punishment’ was to be a game as he already knew I was submissive and loved being controlled like this. The hood was moulded to my face and engulfed my head. The only openings were for my nostrils as the thing was zipped tight, and the collar locked. I recognised the feel, and the fit — perfect — told me it was from the family workshops and modelled on my face at least. I heard his voice.

“Now I will suck you off, then fuck you, and then you will be placed in chastity and wear a straight jacket. Your punishment begins now.” His chuckle told me I had guessed correctly his meaning as I surrendered myself to the ministrations of his mouth. He enjoyed himself, holding me right on the edge of release for a long time, and when I finally erupted, sucked me dry. Then he began to fit the heaviest and most restrictive chastity belt I’d yet encountered — and those I’d worn into early puberty were pretty restrictive. This one seemed to be made of moulded synth latex and steel. It imprisoned my cock and my balls pinioning them inside the moulded inner unit, then secured behind a steel outer casing and belt. 

With it in place, he had me spread my legs, then attached cuffs to my ankles that drew my legs wide and back toward the bedhead. I knew what to expect, and he didn’t disappoint me. He fucked me to an imprisoned erection inside the chastity belt. It was agony, and it was exquisite. I did my best to respond tom his thrusting cock, and was eventually rewarded with a good load of his cum. 

When he eventually withdrew, his cock limp, he inserted a large butt plug and secured it with a locking under strap to the chastity belt. After a while someone lowered my legs and released them. My arms were released and I was helped to stand, then inserted into a synth-latex strait jacket suit, lighter, but, if anything more restrictive than the one I’d worn from the Levy. My heart leaped as my Master’s voice murmured in my ear, “Enjoying your punishment?”

I managed a nod.

“Good.” He chuckled. “I’ve waited a long, long time for you, and planned our enjoyment for longer.” He adjusted something on the hood-hemet and I could see. “Take your place at the table and I will feed you breakfast.”

I seated myself carefully, the butt plug pushing deep into me.

He watched, an amused smile on his lips. “I expect you are wondering how you will eat with a replica of my penis filling your mouth.” It was a statement, not a question.

I noted carefully.

He moved behind me, his hand on the base of the gag. It twisted, and he withdrew it. To my surprise my mouth was now free and I could speak and eat if food were presented to me. He chuckled, leaned round and planted a kiss on my mouth. “We were made for one another, my beloved. I knew from the first time I saw you, when we were both prepubescent, that you were the one I wanted.” He laughed. “To meet you and play with you I had to be fitted in the same type of chastity device you wore. I had to pretend to be a Gynaian. It was fun having my hair styled and coloured, and dressing in your style.” He paused. “I loved it, and wore the chastity belt even when we were apart so I could dream we were playing together.” His kiss surprised me. “And now we are, and you are everything I hoped, and more …”

“My Lord, I am your slave, but …” I hesitated, trying to frame what I needed to say properly. “I would have surrendered myself to you instantly if you’d asked.” I kissed his hand on my shoulder. “I have nothing else to give you, but my love, my lord.”

Our mouths met and the kiss lingered. “Then I think we’ll do very well together.” He laughed. “Now I’m going to feed you some breakfast so I can gag you again and start your ‘punishment’.”

“I am ready, my lord.” I grinned. “Does my punishment include being face fucked whenever my lord fancies it?” 

He laughed, preparing to feed me. “Count on it.” Presenting the first mouthful, he said, “Now open wide and eat.”

I did, with enjoyment. I felt secure in his company, and better, knew I was wanted as a companion and lover. His ‘punishment’ was a game, one we could both enjoy, and I was more than willing.

Later, I followed him through the palace to a meeting with several other lords, each accompanied by his slave. I enjoyed the fact that we were all heavily restrained, though my hood and chastity belt were clearly the most restrictive present, a fact remarked on by several of the lords. When the meeting broke up, my lord took me to a small chamber and fed me his erection.

“Your family will receive orders for more of these helmet hoods I think.”

I grinned. “I hope so, my lord. And perhaps others we can devise for my punishment and your pleasure?”

He laughed. “Yes. Yes, I think we can think of a wide range of such items.” His mouth met mine, his tongue probing and savouring the taste of his own cum in mine. “Yes, I think we are ideally suited.”