By Xhumil
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Copyright 2023 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Bamber
Sir
As soon as dad heard from Carrie what had happened at school i thought
he was going to explode and give me a severe punishment. He didn't. He
seemed calm but tense. I suppose the headmistress had already spoken to
him, so the news from Carrie wasn't as raw as we'd feared. He
immediately made some calls and afterwards told Carrie to have me home
the next day by 5pm at the absolute latest. I was to be cleaned and
ready to leave the house.
That day at school seemed to last
forever. Not that i was looking forward to going home, just that i felt
condemned. On the way in Doug was so animated telling Carrie about the
arguments he'd had with his mum, Mrs. Larson, Lisa. i can only assume
he's trying to prevent her having me confiscated, her being leader of
Compliance Control's confiscation team. She's had her eye on me ever
since my 'accidental' slavery began, and i'm sure she's behind it.
Despite what i've said before i don't want to get confiscated and sent
to a conditioning camp. I can only assume Doug has been telling Lisa
how unfair the conviction was, and that i thought i was doing the right
thing when i 'attacked' Bamber to defend Dan. She probably told him i
wasn't allowed to think for myself and all that guff.
The
whole day was peppered with encounters with Bamber and Storring saying
things like “blip” and “You're mine”. It was their supecillious grins
that bothered me most, but i'm learning. I just bowed to them and took
their crap.
As instructed, carrie had me home well before 5,
bathed me, then i busied myself with cleaning and cooking while waiting
for dad to arrive. We didn't talk much in the bathroom, but Carrie did
say to me that she believed Dan's story and thought that i was just
being obedient and loyal. She drew my soapy head to her and while
pressing our foreheads together said that was my stongest feature. It
was the warmest and gentlest i've known her to be since this slave
thing started. I think she's scared of losing me now, i'm scared of
going.
When dad did arrive i feared the worst conditioning
ever, but he simply clipped my lead onto my collar, led me to the car
and loaded me into my cage. We didn't drive far, we stopped at the bar
just outside town. It looked as rough as it ever did, but in the
evening light seemed more sinister than it does during the day. As we
stepped inside people seemed to pause and stare as i entered. I don't
know if it was because i was fully naked or on a lead or because i was
a slave, but it was quite uncomfortable, no matter how short the pause
lasted. The bar was seedier on the inside than the outside gave it
discredit for. Boys my age aren't allowed in these places, but slaves
are, if serving an owner, and my lead was proof of that. Quite why
anyone would want to come here was beyond me. Dad seemed well out of
place here, he looked so uncomfortable, and he was fully dressed. I
don't think i've ever felt so exposed as now, naked unmongst all these
growly-looking people, many with their eyes still fixed on me and my
dick. Not another slave in sight, as usual, and the only one with cock
fully on show to everyone. I felt tense and could smell the sweat
accumilating in my armpits. My musk is quite sweet-smelling, eventhough
i say so myself, but its very strong. At least i think so, i'm always
nervous it attracts unwanted attention to me, either consiously or
subconsiously on their part.
i noticed the weasely man from
the tupping party on a table by himself, he raised a hand to Dad and we
went over to join him. He definitely looked like he should be totally
out of place here, but seemed very well at home. Clearly these were
'his' kind of people, not that it looked like it. I bowed as customary
and placed both hands behind my head as briefly indicated by the
weasel. He curiously lifted my willy and turned it in his hand then
dropped it to focus on dad.
The men shook hands and the Weasel
produced the same thick file i'd seen Lisa show dad before the Tupping.
'Case Number 992-4172' , exactly the same file, i remembered the
number. “Finally I get to meet 4172 properly” he said pawing my dick
again. So the seemingly very naughty slave 4172 was actually me? i
suppose i should have guessed it, and deep down i already had when Lisa
had it. i just couldn't believe how i had amassed a file as huge as
this, and with all their tech why are CC printing my file onto dead
trees? Maybe the bulk of a paper dossier looks more impressive, or
daunting, than a screen that says '500 pages', so they use these to
play for dramatic effect. The real question is whats on all those pages
and are they all leading me to a life of confiscation and conditioning?
Dad sent me to the bar to buy drinks for them both while they started
talking. I couldn't hear a thing over there, so i tried to make the
transaction as quickly as possible allowing me to get back to them.
There was also a perceived safety close to them than exposed at the bar.
Walking across to the bar naked amongst all these horrible people was
pertifying. I gingerly ordered the drinks when i got to the counter,
i've never done it before and felt so nervous. The hands stroking my
buttocks and cock, one from each side, didn't help either. By the time
i was on my way back to the table with a drink in each hand i was
almost fully erect. People were pointing it out to each other. I
couldn't wait to reach the sanctity of the table, face inwards and hide.
When i arrived at the table i heard “...So theres possible wiggle room
for something more temporary. Its all up to the boy” and then they
stopped talking. After putting the drinks on the table the weasle
exclaimed “Ahhh 4172, now lets take a good look.” and blipped my collar
for more information “Yes, the collar confirms anger and intent during
the event” then he inspected me. He started at my head and face, then
chest and back. It felt like an excuse to touch as much of my body as
possible. He held my plump dick again, but wouldn't bend or sit to
inspect it. He had me stand on a chair with my hands on my head to get
the best view of my private parts front and back. My glimpses of dad
revealed that he was now extremely uncomfortable. Mainly due to the
interest i was drawing from the rest of the bar patrons. They continued
to talk while the inspection happened.
Dad said “But he was defending the other lad when the boy attacked”
“The issue is who he was supposed to be serving and defending, and the
evidence collected by the CC enforcers show the boy had previous
ownership of 4172, casper, when he was attacked. Anyway, recent emails
the slave sent your brother suggest the boy has feelings for casper. He
may not want to lose casper forever, considering he's only just
admitted his love after 10 years.” OK, cryptic, but the 'boy' they are
talking about now must be Bamber . Was my fate somehow in his hands? He
holds the key to my confiscation? I wasn't comfortable with this at all.
By the time the weasel had finished the inspection I was rock hard,
theres something about a glans inspection that does this, probably
where my foreskin is manipulated. He left me pointing away from the
table, still standing on the chair and in full view of everyone in the
bar, while he sat and they continued their conversation.
From
my elevated vantage point i heard very little above the din of the
room, i suppose that was weasle's plan. Snippets i did hear were things
like “Appleal to the boy for leniency, it'll stop confiscation this
time, but you'll still be 2 out of 3 strikes down. Best bet is a
clearing event”. I think he explained what a clearing event was, but
the noise level rose to a point i couldn't make anything out.
They dropped me down off the chair and sent me for more drink. While i
was away i assumed this was the part where Weasle was negotiating how
much i could do for him in return for his assistance. By the time i'd
got back to the table i'd resigned myself to the idea that this
'shorter' confiscation would be spent serving Weasle. I served the
drinks and remained by their sides allowing me to hear. Weasle seemed
to have been telling his life story. How he was passionate about CC and
their survival relied on their integrity and how Lisa's team was
ruining that. He described them as a rogue team and he wanted to return
CC as a trusted force, not a terror-based cash-led dictatorship. He
believed that working with the freedom league would help stop
unnecessary and unwarranted confiscations as a very small but necessary
step. He said that when individual team performances were no longer
linked to credit rewards then the organisation will be able to focus on
controlling the population for good not profit.
When we got
back home dad called mum and Carrie to the dining room for a meeting. I
waited to serve but after an exchange of looks between dad and Carrie
she simply turned and said “casper, bed. Now!” Despite the discomfiture
of being told when to go to bed by the youngest member of the family i
scurried away with my dick flapping as i went, hoping that i'd be able
to get to sleep despite all the worry. If i couldn't sleep, i could
always spend the night cleaning the oven again.
Slave
From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Confiscation
Hi uncle Jim
After our family meeting it was clear that the only way to keep casper
was to appeal to Gregory Bamber and make him realise that if we lost
casper, he would also never see casper again. Dad set me this task and
I shared it with Doug.
At shchool I was very careful not to
tell Bamber that we know what he's been getting upto with casper, and
that we all think he fancies the slave as that would probably just make
him call for confiscation to prove us all wrong. Doug spoke to Bamber
too and basically told hm the same line as I did. Gregory Bamber could
have had my slave confiscated forever. We offered him an idea that
could benefit him more than losing casper forever and hoped he had
enough sense to push for it. Doug also told the fresher boy Storring
too because we thought he was bright enough to push the judgement in
our chosen route, but he's quite nasty so he could have pushed the
other way.
None of us knew if the judgement had already been
called yet, but we had to try. Doug was so good, he was really flirty
with Bamber, without making it obvious we knew what Bamber liked.
I hope we don't lose casper after all this training. We've now just got to wait.
Carrie
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Bamber
Sir
The red letter arrived this morning. Dad opened it and just stared at
it. After a deep breath he simply said to Carrie “The judgement has
been made. Get the slave to school now”
Mum and dad followed
us out to the front door. It was obvious how worried they were. Mum
hugged casper deeply and kissed my neck. By the time she finished it
was no secret that she was crying. Dad hugged me too then nodded to
Carrie to get going. I was shaking, I hate seeing mum cry.
slave
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: Disappointment
casper
I hope you appreciate the extents we are going to to try and prevent
your confiscation. You appear to have made a terrible error in
judgement which will affect us all, and is using up much of our
valuable time which we are gladly spending to keep you with our family.
From my investigations it appears that your future with my brother and
his family rests entirely on the decision of this Gregory Bamber and
his council Timothy Storring. I understand your mistress and her
friends, your backup owners, are working hard to secure deals with
master Bamber and master Storring. I know you are a good worker, so
while we wait for the outcome you must serve your current owners well
and dilligently regardless of the worry this is causing you all.
On the assumption that these boys seeks the worst for you and you are
confiscated permanently by Compliance Control, you know we will
probably never see you again. In this event I would just like to say
that I have enjoyed every minute I've spent with you and I have every
confidence that in time you will make an abosulutely fantastic, caring
and wonderful slave. If I don't hear from you again I would regret not
saying this to you now. Please look after yourself, the family loves
you very much.
Uncle Jim
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Confiscation
We didn't hear anything all day, it was so tense, then there was a
special assembly for 30 minutes at the end of the day. That Gregory
Bamber and his fresher accomplist Timothy Storring were on the stage
looking very smug with the headmistress. casper was naked and alone on
the other side of the stage with its hands on its head, he looked so
frightened and worried.
The headmistress talked about casper
being “out of control” and it was only Timothy Storring's quick actions
that saved the Bamber boy from harm, well I wasn't convinced. Even
before slavery my brother wasn't violent, if he wasn't when free, then
he'd never be violent as a slave.
The headmistress called us
up on stage; myself, Jenny and Doug, and told us to stand with casper.
Doug managed to get closest to the slave and held its hand. I was
getting nervous now, it was so embarassing being called up, I thought
we were going to be told off publicly, but worse still, have my slave
confiscated in front of everyone and be told that I wasn't a fit owner.
The Head said this was so serious that CC has been involved,
and nodded to a couple of shady looking characters at the back of the
hall, I recognised one . I couldn’t think where from at the time. But
I’m now sure he was one of the people Jenny and Doug's mum was talking
to on a viewer conference and showing casper off to when I was there
with Jenny one time. It was that incident that caused me to stop taking
casper round to Jenny's house. Doug told us not to take casper back
there because he'd listened into a number of their conferences and was
worried that his mum might organise a confiscation from their house. He
doesn't trust his mum at all and when she showed casper off on the
viewer call it really worried him. Doug said he's been working hard
since then to stop his mum's plans.
We were told to remove our
purple badges and casper had to collect them and take them to the head.
With these symbols of our ownership of casper now gone, we thought it
was over, and that casper would be taken away by the CC enforcers.
Tears started to well in my eyes, my palms started sweating and I was
really scared. I didn't want to lose him, I'd worked so hard to train
him.
The headmistress stopped talking for a few seconds, it
felt like forever. She folded up caspers loincloth, placed the badges
on it then handed it all back to the slave. She said “Due to the
generous, benevolent, and very grown up choices made by Mr. Bamber” I
think the headmistress may have been trying to convince Gregory all day
and now using 'grown up' as a confirmation that he'd made the right
decision. “The injured party will be awarded temporary ownership of
casper for two days, to be shared between the injured parties” I wasn't
the only one to breathe a sigh of relief, it felt like the whole room
breathed out at that very moment.
Although he was safe, I felt
terrible when casper walked naked across the stage to Bamber and knelt
with the loincloth and blue badges held aloft. Bamber took the offering
and ruffled his hair while looking at me. That made me really mad. But
I had to remind myself it was temporary, which was a massive relief. I
only hope he could survive with them for these next two days.
Bamber and Timothy led cas out with his hands on his head through the
aisle between all the other students. Bamber was wearing casper's
loncloth round his own waist.
By the time we had left the hall
they had gone home, I hope he's going to be OK for the next 2 days, at
least they are school days so I can monitor him a bit.
love
Carrie
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Confiscation
Hi Carry darling
Its good that cas is going to come home again, but these two boys are
his worst nightmare. The young one has lots to teach about manipulating
a slave, but appears unstable. The older one seems to be battling
demons of his own and casper is in the middle of his personal fight.
I fear this temporary confiscation is going to be hard on casper and
you must support him on his return. Try if you can to get in their way
and soften his humiliation. But please make sure you look after him at
the end.
Jim
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Wednesday
Hi Uncle Jim
We've got casper back now but he's not really up to writing tonight.
He’s had a terrible couple of days. You should see what they've done to
him uncle Jim. Dad's going to go mad when he gets home. Me and Jenny
have not been able to get near him for the last couple of days, nr
could Doug or any of casper's old friennds, so we couldn't really see
what they've been doing. I'll let him tell you it all in his own words
in his own time. Right now mum says he has to rest and get to grips
with it. I've let him off school tomorrow and work Saturday.
I saw them talking to him before registration on both days, it was more
like goading, slapping him and shouting at him. He was always on his
knees and grovelling along behind them or follow behind the Bamber boy
on his stomach.
The next time I saw him was in assembly, as
it was Wednesday it was punishment day and Bamber had a list of
punishments from his pals. The normal paddling was gone, this was
brutal. They caned him on his front uncle Jim. Poor Caspy received 16
stripes across his front. He stood firm initially. By the last 5 he was
screaming, and trying to kneel down or crumple up, but they kept making
him stand. There was snot coming out of his nose. My poor casper. It
was obvious that while the CC enforcers were there none of the teachers
would intervene. The whole assembly was silent. A few people were
looking away. I don't think anyone wanted to see it. People have warmed
to casper this year, i guess without any barriers they see him as
vulnerable. I know he has that 'Ear' thing going, I'm used to get sick
of hearing people refer to him as 'The Ear' then telling him their
problems and secrets, but now I'm just proud what I've moulded him into
this. When assembly ended there was a total stunned silence as they
pulled his testicles behind him and clamped them in place between 2
sticks. Like the thing I made in Clandau. There was no way he could
stand up straight with that thing on. The headmistress told everyone
the assembly was finished and we all filed out. A lot of people seemed
really distressed.
I don't know why Bamber was so nasty to
him. If he fancied casper, then why not use the time to get closer to
him? He hasn't told me yet what went on in Bamber's house that night,
maybe things didn't go well, or Bamber made a fool of himself and was
embarassed into acting harshly.
I managed to see him at lunch,
he looked awful, his head was in the slops bucket and his bottom was
black and blue from paddling. I tried to reassure him by rubbing his
head and stroking his back, but I suppose he was being obedient and
didn't lift his head out of the slop.
At the end of the day I
noticed that Storring, not Bamber took him home. It seemed odd, but I
think they must have had a deal of some kind. We all missed him at the
house last night.
I barely saw him at all today, there was
like a wall of nasty people around him everywhere he went. Any decent
person in the school was appalled, so many people consoled me. Everyone
seems to really like my slave, genuinely love him.
The next time i saw him he was bald, from head to toe, not a hair on him.
Mum was waiting for us at the school gates, he suffered more taunts and
slaps and humiliation as he made his way to the gates, but once outside
and his friends had finished consoling him and cuddling him mum and I
just held him. He just stared into space all the way home, he was
pretty unresponsive in the bath too, I washed him with cool water to
help the angry welts. His head was pretty cut too where they’d shaved
him.
I missed him so much uncle Jimmy, not just because mum is
a terrible cook, but because I was scared for him. I missed bathing him
too. He always looks so vulnerable when I'm soaping him up and washing
his willy, he tells me anything I ask in that baby voice I make him use
at scrub time. I missed it the last 2 nights.
I made up for a
lack of bath time this evening then he spent the rest of the evening
laying on his side over my legs while me and mum rubbed cream into his
cuts. His front is all grazed up too where he was rubbing it across the
concrete school yard following those nasty boys. It seems he has no
comfortable position, but I'm not going to make him stand all night.
My poor casper, you'd never think such a powerful looking boy could look so broken and vulnerable.
Carrie
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Carrie@Freemail.net
Subject: Wednesday
Hi Carrie
It sounds awful, I'm sorry you had to witness it, but he's home now.
Look after him. I know he's your slave, but please give him some time
off to process and please just show him some care.
Also, get him to tell me what happened in his own words when he's ready please.
We're not out of the wood yet though. CC may not have got him this
time, but he's still got 2 strikes against him. We've got to find a way
to clear the slate. One more strike against him and he's theirs.
Jim
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Bamber
Slave
I understand you are now home after a temporary confiscation which took great effort and time on our part to secure for you.
What is the point in having a labour saving object such as a slave if
it is going to take more time to maintain than the benefits it garners?
My brother's family have spent a great deal of effort trying to train
you and treat you as their own and in less than a year you have managed
to rack up 2 strikes against yourself through bad behaviour. Not only
does this put you in a precarious position with CC but it heaps
disgrace on the family you are supposed to be serving.
I had a
nephew once, a beautiful boy, loved by everyone and my absolute
favorite member of the family. Then he turned rogue and bad. There was
nothing that the family could do to save him from his ways. You, slave,
have been allowed to take up the space of that particular bad family
member on the provision that you are a useful tool to the family. My
lovely neice has expended great energies training and shaping you, and
you repay her by embarrassing her with these violent misconducts.
Having said that, i'm glad you're home and look forward to using you again soon.
I understand you've had a rough period of conditioning by your fellow
classmates and your mistress has graciously afforded you some time of
rest and reflection. I expect a full account of your time when you have
recovered.
Now, pull yourself together and make yourself useful!
Mr. J Jenkins.
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Conditioning by Bamber
Sir. I apologise for not writing sooner.
I’ve been allowed to take Friday off school and been on light duty at home during the weekend.
Due to my cuts and cane injuries Miss Carrie has got me some light
pajamas and allowed me to wear them. It's good being covered again, but
I'm sad about my hair, I look like an alien. I'll try and explain what
happened in chronological order.
I was handed to Bamber and
Storring on Tuesday and they took temporary ownership along with some
croney of Bamber's. The plan seemed to be that Bamber had me Tuesday
night and Wednesday, then Storring had me Wednesday night and Thursday.
As soon as the re-owning assembly finished Bamber led me out of the
assembly and took me home. I had no idea what to expect, this was the
most nerve wracking part. Bamber's home was awful. It was a dump. It
was like no one cared. I'm always scared entering someone's home due to
the excitement of the rest of the family having a naked boy walk in,
but there was none of that here. We walked through to the kitchen and
he opened the fridge for a snack. The fridge was totally empty apart
from some yellowing milk in the door. I didn't know why they bothered
to plug it in. Bamber just slammed it shut, it looked like a regular
routine, as though one day he'd open it and it would be full of
goodies. He repeated the process with a couple of cupboards then gave
up frustrated and angry.
He tugged on my lead and took me
upstairs to his room which was like a dump, smelling of stale sheets.
His clothes seemed clean, just everything else was disgusting. He
flopped onto his bed and it became obvious he didn't really know what
to do with his prize now he had it, and embarassed i hadn't witnessed
his sad life. At this point i actually felt sorry for him. I knew i was
being punished but gambled on speaking. Without taking a request pose i
simply asked if he would like me to make dinner. “Are you taking the
piss?” he snapped, slapping my face “You can see we don't have food, no
one told you you could talk!” It was a mistake, he clearly had no idea
food could be bought in a shop. He ordered me to clean his room while
he stared into space. That was fine by me, simple, safe and if I lasted
it till bed time it could have been a nice way out of the situation.
“The 'rents might come home tonight and they migh have at akeway.” i
guessed he was talking about his parents, but 'might come home' seemed
a bit wrong “Sometimes my sister comes over with something, not often
though” it was like he was in a trance, just speaking as the thoughts
came to him “I suppose you have dinner waiting when you get home” he
moped.
“No sir, i buy the food for the family and prepare it for
them” It was like i was half way between a slave and a play-date, this
was probably the most we'd talked in the 10 years of knowing each
other. There were moments it seemed like he was talking to a normal boy
with a normal family, and others where he knew i was just a slave fit
only for service. The more he watched my naked body crawling about on
the floor clearing, sweeping and dusting, the more his hand shook in
his trousers.
“So you can buy food and cook?” he asked, like it was a magic trick
“Of course sir, its my role” i hated calling him sir, but i needed at
least him to eat i was scared that a hungry Bamber would be an angry
Bamber. i didn't want that. There was no more response on the food
idea. I know he understands that shops sell food because he's managed
to buy eggs which i've worn on a number of occasions. Unless he's
simply stollen the eggs off people wishing to haze freshers, or off of
freshers wishing to haze me. Whatever, i know he understood the concept
of 'eggs'. It was a start.
A sock hit me on the head, and
his bare toe stroked my bottom. i glanced over to him and his dick was
fully out of his fly, hard and being massaged. I tried not to notice
and carried on. “I want to eat you” he said absent-mindedly. I ignored
that too, but stayed within reach of his foot to keep him occupied.
I'm getting better at working out how to elongate a situation in the
hope we run out of time before heavy stuff starts. I guess it could be
called wasting time, but that sounds bad. During the holidays The Slave
Emporium were hiring me out for a couple of hours at a time. They would
dress me in the shop in different 'sexy' outfits, mainly to get noticed
on public transport. I'd always carry a bag of toys the customer had
requested to test on me. Obviously the bag had the shop name and 'slave
hire' written on it. It was always sealed so i didn't know what toys
had been requested. The premise was that they had me to themselves for
the full time, with a bag of toys. 'Testing' seemed to be an excuse.
But I always took my cleaning bag too so i could naked clean in front
of the hirers to 'entertain' them. That wasn't part of the service, but
it was a great way to fill in time in the hope that my collar timer
would sound before actual sex took place. Obviously i was careful to
ensure they managed to try all the toys they'd requested on me, or i'd
use them on myself, but without stating anything, i got good at
dictating the timeline through my actions. There was no timer here at
Bamber's though, he had me all night, there were no toys and i had no
cleaning gear. It was a daunting prospect.
After a while he
knelt next to me and started rubbing my back. “You're mine now” he
said. I got psycho vibes off him which chilled me. “This is good, it
doesn't matter that anymore that you don't like me. I don't need that,
because you're mine” and he pushed me onto my back. He spent a moment
playing with my nipple, then headed straight for my cock, sucking it
in. If this was what he wanted then fine, i could lie here and let him
service me. My cock is normally very responsive to touch, but maybe the
situation was getting to me, or the fact that it was Bamber clamped
round it like a leach that turned me off, but it wasn't getting hard.
In some ways this was good as it played for time a little, but sooner
or later Bamber would get annoyed at my lack of tumult, soi closed my
eyes and thought of Doug. I pretended he was there instead of Bamber.
As i started to harden Bamber gave little appreciative noises, sucking
and slobbering util he rose and sat on it. Not in him, just grinding on
it. The more he grinded the harder it got, and the harder it got the
more he grinded. I had a happy Bamber with minimal effort from me. This
was good in my books. Then eventually he rose up and pressed it into
him, riding. He kept repeating my name, which was hard to hear. It
wasn't my slave name he used either, it was 'Scott'. Since Brad used it
at Tilly's party i've got better at ignoring it, bit its still
something that needs to be ignored. I had to pretend he was thinking of
someone else, but every time he said it i'd get a flashback of a time
when i was younger. When i was free.
There was no chance of
me climaxing here, but if he did then hopefully the evening could wind
down quickly and before i knew it we'd be back at school. Part of me
couldn't wait for tomorrow to be out of here, but knowing i was
Storring's tomorrow night scared me. Storring was far more organised, i
dreaded what awaited me. “Fuuuuuuck” Bamber shouted and came, it
squirted over my chest and stomach and he flopped beside me panting,
but seemingly happy. After a moment or two he rolled onto his side
facing me, raised up and kissed me on the lips. Bloody hell, he thinks
i'm his boyfriend.
“Thank you.. sir” i said, trying to remind him
of my forced service. He's not the brightest, i don't think he realised
the subtlety. Then the door rang and he sent me to answer it. I assumed
it would be one of his cronies here for a party to punish the slave,
something i'd only just worried could be a possibility. But then
wondered why they didn't all accompany us back here as a pack.
I openend the door to find a pizza delivery guy waiting. As customary
in these situations he mumbled the price at me while staring at my
willy. Resigned to my punishment i simply pointed at my collar, he
blipped credits out of me and left, looking back a number of times
until the door was shut.
Bamber ate heartilly while i
continued to clean his room, accutely aware he was watching my every
move. The moment was punctuated by the empty box hitting my head. The
whole evening was so confusing, deep sensitivity followed by over
compansative actions to hide his feelings laid bare only moments
previously.
It was nearing bed time when the front door
opened with a bang. Bamber was caught unawares, he'd stripped off ready
to ride me again when he hastilly attempted to throw on his clothes,
stumbling and finally falling into the doorwas as it opened, rolling
onto his back, dick pointing hard up at his mum. “Look....erm, Garry?”
She was absolutely pissed, From the noises Gary made climbing the
stairs i assumed he was as drunk or moreso than Mrs Bamber. “My little
Gregory has a play-mate, and their playing with their willies” she
scoffed and giggled. I sat up, not sure what to do. “he's got himself a
little slave cutie to play with.” she continued to the drunk 'father?'
still invisible but loud. “And you were going to keep it to yourself
eh? Weren't you babe.” Bamber now distinctly uncomfortable had given up
trying to pull both legs through the same hole in his twisted briefs
and just cowered covering his privates. “come on... Lets look at you,
I've got a job for you my beauty” she called to me, Bamber nodding
resignedly to me to go to her. “Its time for your bed” She said to
bamber who now looked totally deflated as she closed the door enough to
separate us from him, but open enough for him to see her close her hand
around my waning erection.
The male had enough presence left
in him for her molestation of me to last only a short while, but she
kept checking that her son was watching the whole time. When she'd
teased Gregory enough she towed me to the bedroom by the willy and
shouted “Oi, Frank, Here!” to the mystery man who, duly followed us
into the bedroom surely no wiser to his actual name than she was. I
made the mistake of accidentally locking eyes with Bamber as the door
was closed, and the poor boy looked defeated but enraged all at the
same time.
It was an awkward hour watching these two drunken
bafoons fumbling. While he switched between bouts of mad passion and
loud snoring she filled any love-void by pressing my hand deeply into
her. I had no wish to see bamber's mum naked, less so feel her up
intimately while she sucked me off, but here I was. I was dreading the
fall-out from this with master Bamber.
While the nameless
Casanova snored loudly she pulled me onto the bed and rolled on top of
me. The smell of booze was overpowering but she'd spent so much effort
on my cock it was rock hard, much to my displeasure. With a rough
fumble she directed my dick into her and thrust against me. I couldn't
help thinking how similar she was a fucking herself on me than her son
was. I was snapped out of my musings when she loudly shouted “Oh slave,
fuck me harder”. A pointless statement, given that I was pinned to the
bed by her bulk and she was the thrust-master. The statement, clearly
loud enough to reach Greg's room had the desired effect as she looked
extatic when his door slammed loudly shut causing her to thrust even
harder still until with a loud groan, surely practiced to wind her son
up as much as possible she came. Buckets of her doused my midrift the
smell mingling with that of the booze was overpowering. “Good” she
slurred “Now go and clean my fucking house” she said as she passed out
on top of Frank/Garry/?/?.
I did as i was told, glad to get
out of there and wash some of her fluids off me as best i could. By
morning the kitchen was a little less disgusting, but i had no time to
visit any of the other rooms and clean them. Bamber had made it
downstairs and was clearly angry. My hate for him had shifted to pity,
even when he caned me over the kitchen bin. The tears in his eyes were
pretty heartbreaking to be honest, and i knew i kind of deserved it in
a wierd way, regardless of my lack of choices. Maybe i felt i'd
deserved it for my inadvertant one-upmanship on the boy who wanted to
own my body.
We arrived at school in silence. Bamber looked
like a controlled explosion and i was on all-fours at the end of my
lead smelling of sex with his mother. Bamber paid me back for last
night with a day of pure brutality. I don't know if he was
overcompensating for his own lust with me or exacting revenge for
fucking his mum. The day was painful and degrading beyond my
expectations.
Just before registration Bamber rejoined his
normal gang of misfits. He already had me on my knees, they kept making
me shout how worthless i was while pushing me over, and laughing at my
willy as it swung about. It was a hard day. It was like the whole year
hadn't happened and the excitement of having a slave to haze was fresh
again. It really was like stepping back to day one, I was plastered
with eggs and flour and goodness knows what else before registration
had even started, each item administered with highly excited laughing
and screaming. My job was to kneel and take it while remaining hard,
meaning I had to wank while they plastered me. Not an easy job
considering they kept pushing me over. The only progression from the
real first day of school slavery was that Bamber had now caned me a
number of times in the playground while he had me bent over the litter
bin. He seems to like bending me over bins, maybe he's telling me
something about what he thinks i am, or perhapse they just remind him
of home. This one particularly stank. I didn't care, it was a stable
platform which was much needed as i was already pretty grazed on my
arms and body from landing on the concrete floor. To cap it all, its
Wednesday! That means punishment day, and by Compliance Control's
request it was set as a single special assembly where the whole school
could watch what happens to a naughty, already very messy-looking,
slave.
The first punisher looked like he was in the wrong
place at the wrong time and finished up quickly and lightly with the
school-issue paddle. This was with minimal pain to myself, i think he
regretted being there on this particular day. Bamber, Storring and his
mates, however, just let rip at me with a really whippy cane. I held it
together as much as i could, but they were whipping my front, it was
leaving bloodied welts, and the odd yelp was inevitable. I looked at
the head for help but she just looked away with a sad and pained
expression on her face. With the CC goons monitoring everything she was
powerless to step in and help me. I bet CC even supplied this painful
cane too.
The rest of the day was a blur, i was purely
Bamber's save. I had to shuffle along the corridoors on my front
getting as low as possible with my nose on the ground while he and his
followers hurried me along by paddling my bottom. Even when i did stand
i was hobbled by the humbler they'd fitted in assembly, so couldn't
walk fast or even stand up straight. i'd had no sleep that night and
was ravernously hungry. There was no ECSO system in place today, so
nobody else had control of me unless Bamber specifically let them. He
was a bitter and spiteful master, but on the occasions when we were
alone he showed a strange caring side. He gently traced the welts on my
stomach with his finger and asked if they hurt. He actually looked
genuinely concearned, and at one point he hugged me and kissed my lips.
I followed him, served him and was his seat whenever he needed to sit,
this included all classes. I was his furniture, slave, pet and pain
bitch. Being his seat was painful as my back had cuts on from their
canes and he kept fidgeting and wiggling while he sat on me. I was his
seat whenever he needed to sit, except lunch. For the first time in
ages i spent part of the lunch break with my head in the slops bucket,
i was so hungry i considered eating some of it. A lot of people were
charitable and used the bucket next to me rather than pouring their
plate slop on me. One person was pretty nasty though, not only did they
reach into the bucket and rub the gunk into my hair, they wiped it all
over my back too. I couldn't see them as the gravy and custard level
stopped me opening my eyes. I wish i knew who it was.
I was
aware CC were monitoring everything so i performed absolutely every
order immediately regardless what it was, how painful or degrading i
didn't hesitate, i just didn't want to mess this up. i had tried to
zone out of most of it, but Bamber's thick cohorts kept making me
answer them and repeat degrading phrases which kept me in the moment
and annoyingly alert to what was happening to me. Thankfully i was
strong enough to keep my calm. The worst treatment was at break times
and between classes. I never thought i'd look forward to class as much
as i did in these two days.
Finally wednesday ended, the whole
experience was agony and humiliating, but nowhere near as bad as
Thursday. Thursday was definitely the most humiliating and worst
conditioning i have ever had! Its going to take me a while to put it
into words, sorry.
Unlike Wednesday, thursday had no magic
phrase to help keep me sane. Regardless the hideous act that furnished
me with a new gamesmanship phrase, my new golden sentence was now
lodged indellibly into my mind and it gave me strength throughout all
Bamber's crap. If i was free i'd have used this statement without pause
to wound Bamber instantly to put him down. This one-upmanship phrase
was a boy's perfect nuclear weapon. The fact that the words were true
would hurt Baber all the more.
The thing is, i know he could
read these words through my eyes which spurred him to greater
brutality. Just as it spurred him, equally just thinking the words
helped me through. No matter what he did to me i was protected by my
mini phrase. It kept me strong and it kept me on top. When Bamber was
doing his worst to me all i had to do was look at him and think the
bomb; 'Bamber......I fucked your mum!!'
Slave