By Xhumil
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Copyright 2022 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
* * * * *From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Dinner Night
This week was odd. I had no sex ed lessons on Tuesday or today and its
already last break, and Miss Carrie, Doug and Jenny have been escorting
me everywhere. I’m like a prized possession. Miss Carrie has also taken
to stroking my head lots when I’m sitting on the ground. Well, its kind
of squatting as she’s taken to Storring’s sit position. With my feet
flat on the floor and me squatting right down I feel I look more like a
frog than a slave or a dog, but she seems to like the way my willy
becomes so prominent when the cage is off it which it always is when
I’m with one of my owners. I’m beginning to feel like I’m their pet
again now, rather than simply the torment receiver. Anyway, it's been
two exceptional days of feeling loved and not humiliated. Well, if you
can discount being naked in public all the time, and being sent to bed
early every night by what was once my little sister, oh and the
inevitable bath she gives me as part of the bedtime routine, apart from
those things, which i think i’ll never get used to, its been a good few
days. I wonder if Carrie feels guilty about my suffering on that
trolley last week. No, can’t be, i don’t think she feels guilt.
Tonight is the night we’re entertaining the Larsons. That's Doug, Jenny
and their mum and dad. I had loads of dishes planned, but for some
reason it's not going to be an all evening thing, so I’ve had to cut it
back. I can’t wait to have Doug at our house for the evening though. I
prepped a load of stuff last night, considering there's an early cut
off to the dinner, all done by 6.30, which is an odd time. I’m going to
make Thai, loads of different dishes for them to pick from, and pretty
quick to cook now that it's already prepped. Honestly, I can’t wait. I
love cooking, and love having an audience for my food. I keep getting a
little hard thinking about it. I wonder if I can play with Doug after,
maybe the 6.30 cut off is to give me the night off with Doug. Maybe
this was a treat for me for being so good in the biology lessons. I
can't tell you how excited I was.
slave
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Dinner Night
boy
You sound like you’ve got a handle on this, no doubt your mistress has
walked you through everything you needed, as I can’t believe you’ve got
the aptitude to think any of this through yourself. I’m sure that you
will have a very eventful evening tonight, even if the dinner does cut
off early. Now get back to whatever lesson you are supposed to be in
and stop messaging me. You can tell me all about it tomorrow from the
house when you have completed all your other tasks.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: the Tupp
Sir
Dinner started a bit weird. Everyone turned up in formal dinner wear.
The men and Doug in suits and the women and girls in like posh evening
dresses. Doug looked amazing in his suit, he’s so cute. I thought it
was nice for them to make such an effort for my meal, but I kind of
forgot the whole thing was to butter up Doug and Jenny’s mum, Lisa, so
that she’d put in a word at Compliance Control (CC) so they’d release
my freedom papers and stop trying to confiscate me.
Miss
Carrie had removed my cage as it was a special occasion, but I think
really it was so they could all see me unobscured. She told me that if
I played with myself I’d be in serious trouble and will have to sleep
on the drive for a week. I was good, I didn’t want to sleep there.
I had everything laid out ready, and as soon as I had taken their coats
and served them drinks at the table I set to work frying up the dishes.
While i was working i could see dad, i mean mr. Jenkins, and Lisa were
at the table in the garden talking quite intently. She had a really
thick file with her and kept waving her hand over it. It couldn't have
been my case notes, i've only had one encounter with CC, she must have
been showing the file of a really bad slave. Before i started to serve
the dishes i went to the garden to announce dinner was to be served
before doing the same in the lounge. Neither of them saw me as i
approached, dad, who was facing my direction was disbelievingly reading
one of the many papers. i definitely heard Lisa say "if CC confiscates
him you'll get nothing. Selling to me now is your best and frankly only
option." Mr Jenkins' reply was foregone due to my arrival. Lisa
hurriedly closed the file when i got to them. The cover read
'misdemeanours: case 992-4172' i recognised the number from somewhere
but couldn't quite place it. I hoped her threats were hollow and that
dad could prove that whoever 4172 was actually deserved confiscation.
Especially compared to what is probably no more than a single-paper
dossier for myself.
Doug and Jenny looked really impressed at
the food. They loved it, well I think they did, no one punished me or
complained, and there were quite a few ooohs and mmms. I still can’t
see how showing what a ‘good’ slave I am would make Lisa and CC want me
any less. I thought it would increase my worth if anything, but what
would I know, I’m just a slave. While I stood and served them it was
just like Clandu all over again, except this time i think Doug was told
to keep me clean.
The beauty of many dishes and many courses
means I can wash up quickly as we went along, using the excuse of
getting the next courses to actually eat the leftovers and wash up. By
the time they were all stuffed I was also contentedly full and most of
the crockery was already clean and put away. I also managed to collect
the last dirty plates exactly at 6.15, well on track for the cut off. I
served drinks and at 6.30 they left the table and put on their jackets.
I thought leaving straight away was kind of rude until I
realised that mr and mrs Jenkins and miss Carrie had also donned
theirs. Carrie and Jenny gave me a quick all over inspection. As Jenny
checked my dick miss Carrie said "make sure thats well attached" and
the both started giggling, Carrie then told me to get the door. I
opened it allowing them to file out then ran to open the guest’s car
doors. When i returned to our car i was bundled into the dog cage in
the back, still no wiser to where we were going. Dad put a dog cage in
the car just over a month ago, and thats how I travel now. Always in
the cage. As a slave I could drive them, but he won’t let me. Dad put a
blanket over the cage and I curled up in the darkness not knowing how
long the journey would be.
We only travelled about 20
minutes before the car stopped and i heard the doors open and slam shut
then i heard greetings and other voices.
"Eetu get the tup out,
washed and ready" a voice said. i shuffled about in my cage hoping to
get into a good position for Eetu.
The car boot opened, the
blanket was whipped off and there stood Eetu. The best I'd managed in
my repositioning was to get stuck on my back, legs open and hole
winking at the doorway.
“Come on tup” he said with a barely
noticeable smile, staring both at my languishing dick and prominent
hole alternately. He untangled my trapped lead, pulled me out of my
cage and led me to the stable area.
“Why am i being called a tup?” i asked when i was sure no one was around to see or hear us talking.
“Because that's what you are. You're a tup, we have some tupping to do and you’re a tup in the auction.
I panicked a bit “so they’re going to sell me? Why not just accept
Lisa's offer so i can be with Doug? Now i was going to the highest
bidder?” I asked forlornly “i worked so hard tonight too and they’re
just going to pass me on like a used toy?” now blubbing, quite
justifiably, teary eyed.
“No.” he stated solidly rubbing my back
“Theres breeding to be done, and the slave owners want to bid on the
best tups to deal with their, well, flocks”
“Tup? I thought I was a stud”
"No I'm the stud" he said, raising one eyebrow smugly. We both laughed,
then looked around furtively to make sure no one heard or saw.
"why tup?"
"Sheep farming...its the ram"
"So I'm a lamb? They’re mating me with sheep? This is getting all wrong now!"
Squeezing my cheek and grinning he said "yes you’re my cute little
lamb…no, you’re the ram, the male sheep set to impregnate the ewes.
They have groups of female slaves and you’re one of a couple of ‘rams’
to do the mating. Ewes are the girls by the way" I’d already pretty
much worked out the whole lambing metaphor myself by now, but it was
sweet that he clarified the ewe bit.
“Are you tupping too?” i asked
"No, I'm afraid not, it's all about you today. Your genes are far more
valuable and, like I said, I'm a stud. A couple of owners have booked
their own sessions with me later, but I have to manage you lot first."
He replied, I didn’t think I was going to find the difference between a
tup and a stud in this conversation so I quietly dropped the subject.
“So” he continued “you get 30 minutes up top to serve the guests with
drinks and nibbles and be checked out by them. Do not speak, you may
recognise people you know, do not make eye contact with ANYONE. They
want to see what you’re like, your temperament, your manner…the weight
of your willy, firmness of your arse, whatever they want! There will
then be a 30 minute formal podium inspection period where the guests
can do anything. Obey everyone, DO NOT flinch or stop them, then the
bidding will start. The winner of the bidding round will put you into a
pen for up to Four hours to mate.” He said sharply. I got the
impression there was more to it than he was saying, but I nodded and
gave my best ‘thank-you’ smile. Four hours is a very long time, I hope
we don’t have to perform for that full time. He noticed that i’d
spotted a flogging post on a block with sturdy chains hanging off it.
“Please don’t make me have to carry that thing into the ballroom, it
weighs a tonne and I’d hate to see you tied to it. Any deviation from
your orders or failure to perform will have you chained to that until
the last guest leaves. It’s always brutal! They hang around until the
early hours when a boy is lashed and I’d like to get some sleep” he
paused then squeezed my neck.
If we had to perform for the
full 4 hours that would be early hours of the morning anyway. I
couldn't help wondering just how long this thing was going to go on
for. “C’mon, gotta get you scrubbed down and ready for the showing”
A stablehand appeared and i was taken to the shed and hung by my wrists
for delousing and scrubbing again. A number of guests came by the shed
to watch my indignity, each carrying a fluted glass of sparkly wine. i
was lowered back to the floor, dried, bundled up to the big house and
positioned next to 3 other boys. At long last, i am with other boys who
are naked! Its like a fucked up dream come true! We are lined up at a
closed, wide, double door, each of us with a black bow tie clipped to
our slave collars and holding a silver tray of finger food. i guess
they don’t trust us with trays of drink, very sensible in my opinion,
they’d end up on the floor after the first grope. i hoped i didn’t
flinch.
From what I could see, the other 3 boys were pretty nice to
look at, all three had shaven heads which actually accentuated their
faces, i was the only slave with hair, which i was feeling more
grateful to miss Carrie for, however i now started to feel overdressed
by it. Their bodies were all lean, not much muscle really, but they
were fit. There was a range of dick size between us, I’d say mine was
the largest, and we were well balanced in terms of cut and uncut.
A gong sounded once, and the room beyond hushed. Our doors opened and
with all eyes fixed on us we descended the stairs as instructed, one
arm behind our backs, the other under the tray. Dicks on show, we
solemnly mingled with the guests distributing our wares. Having said
that, nobody was particularly interested in the canapes on our silver
platters, they were more interested in blipping information about us
out of our collars and feeling our bodies. My dick was lifted and
checked so many times it became rock hard in no time. From what I could
see of the other slaves they were in a similar situation. For some
reason as I got to my family I felt even more embarrassed than normal
to be naked and hard in front of them. Mum licked her thumb and wiped
something from my cheek in that very mumsy way. There couldn't possibly
have been anything there after the scrubbing I’d just received, but it
was maybe some kind of coping system of hers, or just possessiveness.
Doug took a canape and stroked my dick as a kind of support gesture
while Miss Carrie looked me up and down taking in my full body. This
felt every bit as humiliating as it did the first time i was exposed to
her in the supermarket. I didn’t make eye contact with any of them, i
daren’t, i just moved on to the next group while looking at the floor
to avoid eye contact.
Dad was conspicuous by his absence in
our family group. i found him further round the room talking to a
weasly man i'd seen on the viewer screens that day Lisa paraded me on
her work video conference. He seemed very interested in me. He's been
desperate to finally meet 4172 in the flesh apparently, from what i
could overhear from his chat to dad. Having been the last to know
anything for the past months it felt empowering to have some insider
info and i wondered which of the other 3 slaves was the apparently very
naughty 4172. Unfortunately, no sooner had i got to them than i had to
move on so i couldn't hear anymore.
It was important for each
of us to make a complete circuit of the room in the 30 minutes, but
stopping for preliminary inspections when required. The gong sounded
again and the four of us slaves went and stood on our respective
podiums, each set toward the four corners of the room with plenty of
space around it.
With our hands on our heads, this is where
the real checking started. My mouth and teeth were fingered and checked
by many people as was my backside and under the foreskin. I was bent
over and straightened many times in the inspection period. The hosts
thoughtfully provided hand sanitiser next to each of us for the guests
to use. “This is the one from school” I heard from a familiar voice
which I couldn’t place. He was behind me and I was bent over having my
teeth bared again. “It's the one I was telling you about mother. He is
learning obedience and has good stats for sperm count and refractory.”
i needed to know who it was. i had no chance at this moment as someone
was now holding my eye open and peering in. No doubt trying to see if i
was still in there.
Nobody in our school spoke that posh.
Then he reached through my legs and felt my balls while he spoke. It
was a firm but relatively benign grip until he sent a warning shot
through me by squeezing my upper gonad between his thumb and finger.
Storring?.... It couldn’t be. “Can we buy him? I’ll train him very
well, I’ve already started him on the preliminaries” He said as they
walked round into view. It was Storring! His normally spiky hair was
pressed down to his head in a tight side parting, I could smell the
grease as he leant forward and pushed back my foreskin then he stepped
back looking at me with a mixture of mischief and derision. I guess if
his family is rich enough to be here that explains his brutality, self
centering and complete lack of morals.
“We’ll talk about it
later. You should have better looked after your last slave really. They
are not cheap, and not toys!” His father said with a resigned voice.
“Did you see the way he looked at me? I didn’t like the way he looked
at me, should I report him to the Dorridges and make sure he's
flogged?” Tim Storring said as they walked away, him glancing backwards
mischievously at me. Leaving me to wonder what happened to his last
slave. I can’t let these people buy me. Anyway, i didn’t think i was up
for sale. This is a breeding gig but i was now feeling a little panicky
as the next group went through the process. Us four slaves were all
positioned looking into the room. Although it was a very large room we
could all see each other clearly and they were all going through the
same inspection routines as I was, it was refreshing to be sharing the
humiliation for a change. The other slaves all looked numb and
emotionless. I hoped I did too, and that my true feelings weren’t
projecting from my face screaming the terror that was rushing about
inside me. I should have been excited about the sex, but the audience,
expectations and stakes for failure took the shine off any copulating.
Doug seemed pretty comfortable feeling up slave number Two. A pretty
blonde lad. His hair was invisible from the front, but vivid white from
the top, I could see it when he was bent over. I was a little jealous
that Doug was enjoying the body of another slave.
In a
reverse of the earlier goupings my family of service went roaming this
time and only dad was rooted to the spot. Right behind me. Its like he
was displaying me on a market stall. The weasle-man was with him too.
They were being careful not to be overheard, and i was struggling to
focus on their voices whilst being attentive to those inspecting me,
but the way he almost snarled when he said Lisa's name spoke volumes
about their relationship at work. Did you know that Lisa gets 10%
commission for every slave boy her department can sieze and sell? They
use large dossiers of trumped up misdermeanors. Thats pretty much all i
heard, i mean dad was trying to hush him up a bit. i'd love to know
some of the other stuff they said, but when Lisa returned to dad the
weasel man scurried away.
The Gong sounded again and the
guests retired to the ballroom. Boy number 1 was taken from his podium
and walked through to the bidding area. It was a quick process, it felt
like only seconds before he was led back out through our room and into
the corridor. There was a delay before the next boy was collected. I
guessed it was for drinks and to make the occasion more of a, well, an
occasion. We just stood there staring at each other. I got to look at
their full bodies, cocks hanging and lovely, it was like a relief to
see someone else naked and it gave me a firm erection. Soon it was my
turn. I was led into the ballroom and all the guests, now seated,
looked around at me as I was led up an aisle through the middle of the
seats and stood on a stage, hands on head, hard as a rock next to the
auctioneer.
“Looks like this one is ready for action” He
said looking at my hardon to a polite titter from the audience. He ran
through some of my stats while opening my mouth and baring my teeth,
holding my dick and displaying my arse. As if the audience hadn’t
already experienced all of this first hand. It all sounded blurby to
me, all I could hear was a muffle from the back of the loudspeakers
which obscured his direct voice. The thought of the lashing post was
all I could think of now anyway which quickly quelled my boner. He
showed me a wank gesture and I set to work returning my dick to a full
erection. “Cum and you’ll be severely punished” I heard that bit very
clearly, it was whispered directly into my ear. Then back to the
muffled stats that I couldn’t make out, though I heard ‘sperm count’,
‘yield’ and ‘refractory’, maybe because they were some of the words
that Storring lodged into my head earlier, and I couldn’t miss the
phrase “was recently a free boy of fresh gene lineage”. Leaving the
audience murmuring, surely this couldn't have been a surprise, they
must have already looked this stuff up, or blipped it out of my collar.
With stats completed he stepped over to a high table and started
gabbling, this was totally unintelligible. The audience seemed to
understand though and kept holding up bats with their numbers on while
I continued to maintain my erection for them.
I don’t know
if this was nerves, but my time in the auction felt like it was ages
compared to the previous boys’ and eventually the gabbling slowed down
and he hit the table with his hammer. The room seemed very bubbly and
Miss Carrie, mum and dad were beaming excitedly. “You can stop that
now” he said to a round of laughter, making me feel like i’d been
caught wanking in private. I stopped immediately, embarrassed, then was
led out of the room with my extended and rigid cock thumping up and
down.
I was taken to a room where Eetu was waiting, I could
only describe it as a medium sized pink and blue padded cell decked in
pink cushions. Everywhere there was leather trim. It was exactly what I
would imagin a fuck parlour would look like. Eetu looked at my escort
without exchanging any words, then looked at me. “You got a high
price.” I looked at the escort to see how this information was
transferred, but saw no clues. The escort then handed him a card with a
number on. “Oh. Ok, well, perform well and your family will get an
excellent per ewe bonus.” he said “You’ve got your work cut out though.
Number 34 brought 6 girls” now dropping the sheep farming talk
thankfully “As well as the bid price your owner will get a 5% bonus for
each slave you impregnate, so they’ll be expecting you to work hard.
The farm will get a cut of this of course, so they will expect you to
work hard too” he then sounded a bit more awkward “These breeders have
travelled a long long way to be here today, and this one has paid a lot
for your seed. Its a big flock to service, and the bad news is that if
you don’t breed with at least two thirds of the flock in the allotted
time their owner can demand to punish you on the flogging post and get
a return on some fees, so your owners and the farm might also want to
punish you too”
“No pressure then” I said, feeling the pressure acutely.
“Look, forget I said any of that, and just have fun in there. We know
you’re capable.” he said holding my dick gently “Big tip, don’t try to
make the ugly girls feel good by doing them first. You’ll just tire
yourself out and get turned off. Do the pretty ones and the ones that
turn you on the most first, you know, pick low hanging fruit as it
were.” squeezing my shoulder supportively. "This is Jayfor” waving his
arm to a pretty boy next to him. “He is the teaser assigned to this
flock and will be here to assist you in anything you need. Including,
you know, getting you horny again if you need it. It's your choice, and
he will belong to you, but don’t waste any seed in him.” Jayfor was so
cute, I wondered why he wasn’t in the auction himself. “Jafour is here
to service you service them, as it were. I will be unavailable as I
must oversee all four rooms” he added “The girls are being prepped now
then they’ll be delivered here. This room is yours to use as you wish.
There are toys and lubes and anything you could need to help you,
remember you’re putting on a show too. " he rolled his eyes up to the
glass balcony surrounding the room "When the girls enter, take charge
and do whatever you need to get results. I can’t imagine any of the
girls will reject you pretty boy, but if they do, you may have to
resort to force.” pointing at handcuffs and whips hanging on the wall.
“Ignore the gallery, and try to blot out anything you hear.” looking up
at the balcony again. “It can sometimes get a bit raucous up there,
they’ve been drinking and there will be bets placed on how many ewes
you service. As you’ve got the biggest flock you’ll be the last to
finish, the others only have Two hours, you’ll have the full Four” He
stopped and brushed my cheek with his thumb. “You’ll do well, I know
it. Remember, have fun and take the low hanging fruit first” reaching
down and gently squeezing my low hanging fruit. "You're my prize ram..
so come on boy, RAM them!" He finished with a smile before walking out.
I plopped down onto a huge bean bag as though forced down by the weight
of this task. Apart from school chairs and my bed, this is the first
bit of furniture I’d been allowed on for months.
I pulled
Jayfor over while we waited for the girls and removed his clothes. I
explained that I may be rough, or fling him aside without notice as I
had a deadline to keep and to not take it personally. Jayfor just
noded, no words, he seems a perfect slave, so emotionally strong,
stable and detatched. I guess he understood the situation and the
stakes. Or was just used to being treated like this. He May have been
the same age as me or a year or two younger, I couldn’t work it out.
I’m sure he wouldn’t have even known it himself if I had asked him. For
now, the less we knew about each other the better. i was cuddling his
back against my chest, when the door opened and the girls entered.
Slave.
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Slave Auction
Hi uncle jimmy.
I hope you're all well. The schools been very grateful for the use of
casper, so thanks for the idea, i've been given extra credits in
biology due to 'my assistance of other pupils'. I'm also being
nominated for pupil of the year for my generosity. The kids are loving
the use of my slave in class. I've noticed so many more people
approaching him and touching him at break too since they've learned how
to use him properly. But i really wanted to tell you about last night,
oh my god it was amazing. We went to the farm to sell casper's sperm.
We made so many credits. I couldn't believe that dad had arranged it
all too. Especially after how annoyed he was when he found out what I
had my slave doing on our sleepover at Lucy's farm last time. So,
somehow he's organised this with Lucy Dorridge's mum. But before it he
had a chat with Lisa, you know, my friend Jenny's mum from the
ministry, well, compliance control (CC). She was there when we first
enslaved my brother but we've been worried that she wanted to
confiscate him for CC ever since.
casper made an amazing meal
for us all while dad and Lisa talked over his case notes in private. I
don't know what they agreed though, neither of them gave anything away,
but dad looked a bit irritated. I just hope I don't lose my slave.
Especially after all the effort I put into him, you know, training him
and getting him work and stuff. Anyway, Lisa enjoyed the meal too,
especially being able to play with casper's willy when he served her.
It sounds wierd but he is really cute running about serving us naked
with his willy flapping. It was even better with the stark contrast
against Doug, not only fully dressed but in a real formal shirt and
tie. It really showed where casper's place was, I so love having him
exposed to the world.
Doug may well have been naked though, when
he got up after the meal his willy was so hard it was poking his
trousers right out and left little to the imagination.
So,
after dinner we bundled casper into his cage in the back of the car and
went to the farm. It must have been a bit of a shock for him when he
got there and they took him away to prep him. The next we saw of him he
was squeaky clean and serving nibbles with the other lots for the
night. 'Lots' is what we call the stuff to be auctioned. They were all
wearing cute little bow ties, and there was a very pretty boy amongst
them, I made sure I got to give him a good inspection. I can see how
people feel when I let them inspect casper now, its quite exciting. No
wonder I'm getting so many new friends now.
The auction was a
bit boring really, but it was nice to see all the boys paraded around
one by one and hardened up, its the first time I've seen a boy naked
that wasn't casper. casper was already pretty hard when he came in, I
bet he'd been looking at the blonde boy all naked. I'm almost certain
he likes boys now so was a bit nervous whether he could perform or not,
especially after he got the highest price and was to service the
biggest flock. We call them flocks, the girls that is. He's the tup. We
got 5% of his auction price for every ewe he had in his pen, and a
further 5% of his auction price for every one of them he got pregnant.
We find out today how many of his impregnations were successful and
will have to take him back if any failed. He’ll have to do them again
or we won't get the full credits. Dad did well too, he made bets on how
many cas would service and he was spot on. I don't know how much he won
though, but seems to now be making friends all over the place in the
slave world, especially Lisa's old boss who she says hates her because
she took his job.
Cas was pretty popular, so hopefully that
will make dad want to keep him. Lisa has seen dad make connections too,
so maybe CC will leave us alone. As CC are the only thing holding up
casper's freedom papers, i hope they leave us alone for confiscation,
but keep refusing his freedom. That would be the best outcome. I like
having this control over him, seeing him trying to hide the panic on
his face when he gets hard in public, or new people stare at his
peenie. I want to keep him and not worry about CC. At some point I
might be able to trade him in for a different one, but not yet, a lot
of the fun is from knowing he was my bossy big brother once.
The blonde boy in the auction didn't go for much, so I stopped thinking
of swapping cas for him. He was very pretty but not very strong looking
and apparently had a well used gene line. I think that means theres a
higher chance of inbreeding between him and other slaves, so casper and
his clean linneage as a zero generation slave was the main conversation
for most people there. They all liked his strong body too, and I know I
shouldn't say it, but he was one of the better looking slaves. There
was certainly more weight to his willy than the others, even when they
were rock hard none of them compared to my personal slave.
The
poor blonde boy failed in any case, he had 2 ewes to service and only
did one of them in his 2 hours. He had to do 60% which meant both in
his case. It was brutal, they dragged him naked and screaming to the
whipping post and the owners took it in turns to flog him. Not just his
back too. I popped out to see him later when it was only casper's pen
open and he looked terrible, other people were taking turns to play
with him and punish him. I felt terrible for him, but he is a slave and
he knew the rules. He must have known he was being naughty for not
finishing the job.
Casper's pen was a bit bigger than the
others, probably because there were so many in it. We could look
straight down on him and see everything. The viewer screens around our
lounge gave us all sorts of different angles to watch too.
I
thought he would do the girls one by one, like lot 2 did. He seemed
very organised, and quick. casper on the other hand was a bit chaotic
and looked like he was hosting some kind of sex party, there were
bodies everywhere and there always seemed to be a connection between
him and the boy helper slave which really annoyed me. It also annoyed
the owner of the girl slaves too. Oh they kept calling the helper boy a
'teaser' for some reason. Dad says it means he's been doctored so he
can't cum. I guess his cum is worthless. lenneage probably isn't as
pure as my slave's.
Quite a long time in and cas hadn't done
any of the girls yet which was making me even more angry and very
nervous. I was scared someone would call us frauds and throw us out,
then CC would take casper for sure.
Just as people were
getting twitchy they rang his bell signifying a mark. Thats what we
call it when the tupp impregnated the ewe. It was a massive relief, but
a number of people not connected to us or the girls' owner were telling
dad what a great show cas was putting on.
The teaser boy
pulled himself away from casper and took the girl outside. The girl
practically impregnated herself on him from what I could see. Cas was
lazing on his back the whole time with her bumping up and down on him.
After she left they kind of rested in his pen, some of the girls
continued writhing about. Thats when me, Doug and Jen went off for more
refreshments. I could barely watch. They'd taken so long to get to this
point and now they were resting AGAIN. I think he was wasting time on
purpose.
Doug seemed a little sad seeing casper have sex with
all the girls and that boy. He's got such a crush on my slave and gets
jelous, but he must know how rediculous it is for a free boy to date a
slave, I'll probably let him use cas again sometime though, I'm hoping
he gets bored of this silly fascination. But I suppose it helps keep
casper inline. See, I already offer cas a carrot to motivate him.
Well, cas must have found his form, because while we were out there was
loads of shouting, I even heard dad shout like he was at a football
match cheering his team on. It was funny, I bet he got some looks. I
bet mum was embarrassed by it. But just then our bell rang again. I
thought it was a different pen at first but his score went up. I was so
pleased he'd pulled more bonus for me. Jenny poked me in the ribs
excitedly. I just couldn't read Doug anymore though, he was staring at
the empty flogging post through the window with a sad look on his face.
I was so glad we were starting to get somewhere in the pen
though, but wondered what it would be like to have cas on the flogging
post for the night. I guess there's nothing to stop us getting one at
home, or, maybe we could donate him and a post to the school fète.
People could pay to flog him.
I was snapped back to reality
when I heard the gong ring. It marked the end of the 2 hour mark and
that poor blonde boy's failure. There was something kind of sexy about
the way he screamed and cried when he was strung up and flogged but the
sad truth was that casper was now half way through and nowhere near
reaching his goal. If he didn't perform and reach 60% we could lose
some of the auction money as well as get less bonus. That made me think
more that casper would definitely deserve his place on the flogging
post. Why are these boys so naughty? Surely he can put his willy in an
squirt it 6 times. I bet if I was a boy I could have finished all 6
girls in about 10 minutes. The whole refractory thing is just attention
seeking and to justify playing with their willies.
We only
watched the flogging for a little while when we heard casper's 3rd bell
and rushed back to his pen. It was busier than ever now that the other
pens had closed, we had to squeeze in under dad's arm just to get a
look over the glass screen. Some people were at the flogging still, but
most were watching casper have sex. Only 3 girls left and that boy.
It was then I realised we'd missed so much action in that short time.
Not only was the teaser boy now soaking wet but one of the girls was
chained to the wall for some reason. Most notable, however, the young
boy now seemed to have assumed some control of casper rather than just
helping. He and a girl pushed casper to one corner and forced blue
pills into his mouth. I wished we'd stayed now. His audience seemed
very excited. Some of them over whether he'd meet his quota, the others
were excited about whether they'd win their bets.
I didn't
think having sex would be tiring, afterall they were laying down for it
most of the time, but it was clear that casper had been well exercised
somehow this evening. I can tell when he's tired and needs pushing. I
mean when we arrived home and I went round to let him out of his cage
he was fast asleep! I was surprised he could sleep after the whipping
he got.
Normally he's curled up in his cage with his winky
presenting its self across his thigh like the cat's last kill. Tonight
his winky was rock hard and angry looking. Sure it had worked hard, but
I think the blue pills that young helper and the girl force fed him had
caused a permanent and throbbing erection. It was boiling hot when I
tugged on it to wake him up.
I'm not sure what he was dreaming
but it took him a moment to realise what he was and who was waiting for
him. As soon as there was a spark of life I told him to finish clearing
away the dinner stuff and then to go straight to bed. It was late so I
went to bed myself and left him to his duties.
Love
Carrie
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Slave Auction
Hi Carrie love.
It sounds like you've had a very exciting evening, but don't leave me
in suspense. Did he fail to fulfill his quota? Is that why he was
whipped? What happened? You seem to have missed a chunk of your story
out.
Oh, I noted your point about the flogging post, and it
would sound like a great fundraiser for the school, but have you
thought anymore about Baily's advice?
Jim
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE the Tupp
How dare you leave me with an unfinished account. What happened in the
pen boy? Did you succeed? Did you let everyone down and join the blonde
boy on the whipping post? What happened?
I'm warning you, I expect detail!
Mr. Jenkins