By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2024 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
[7,814 words]´
* * * * *From: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: done
I opened my eyes to find dad sitting staring at me. This wasn't good, I
should have been up earlier and woken the family with smells of tea,
coffee and toast.
I've failed to make breakfast - Strike 1!
But then the worst realisation hit me! I was in a soft warm bed - Strike 2!
Not only had I somehow snuck into bed, I'd clothed it and covered
myself in a duvet. It was so nice, I hadn't felt a soft mattress under
me in months and months, but here I am in some unknown act of defiance
and I've been caught! Caught laying in a bed, and getting up late, and
not making breakfast. Strikes 3, 4, 5, 6...?!!
“I'm sorry
sir, I don't know what happened, I'll make breakfast, Sorry it was a
relapse” I snivelled. Well, at least I tried, but the noise I heard
back was a garbled slurry mess. My attempt to get out of bed failed
too, basically nothing worked.
Dad pressed against my chest until I
was flat in bed again, then looking at the door he said “Its probably
too early for this now love, but we'll keep trying” He handed a bowl to
mum who shook her head as she received the bowl. What were they
planning with me? He'd obviouly been ther a while if he had a bowl of
food for himself.
I recognised this place, this was my
bedroom, well, the room I was allowed to sleep on the floor of at night
time. Nobody seemed phased that I was in the bed. Perhaps I was ill. I
didn't feel right, that was for sure.
My eyeline dimmed and I must have fallen asleep again.
I opened my eyes and found myself in some woods, laying by the bank of
a river. These were not any woods, these had piercing, vivid colours.
The trees were not green and the water I had clearly climbed from was
not blue, it was also sticky and glutinous. I don't know how long I'd
been laying there, but I knew I was hungry. All the berries I
encountered were all suspiciously so bright I daren't eat any of them.
There were many different coloured berries on the same bush which
simply couldn't be right. I stumbled around for a while until I came
across a small house. A house made entirely out of underwear. I knocked
hoping for directions, a place to dry my clothes, get drinking water or
food. Any comforts really, not necessarily in that order.
An
old woman answered, her wrinkly skin dangling from her scrawny body.
She looked like a witch from a children's book, but she seemed nice to
me, friendly. She invited me in and instructed me to strip. Before long
my clothing, consisting of a single T-shirt, was hanging in front of
the fire and my naked body was hanging by its wrists in front of the
house. I didn't know how the second bit happened, but I knew I didn't
like it when the kids walked past and laughed at me pointing at my
willy. Many groups came past, all laughing at me and my exposed dick.
I woke up suddenly, and looked around. I was back in my bed, It was
dusky but dad was still there holding a vigil. Was iit to stop me
escaping? He startled awake as I moved. “Hey” he said.
“I'm sorry,
I will get back to work cleaning” I said, this time slightly more
eloquently, well, less animalistic, and certainly less dribble and
drool. Dad's response was to reach out and grab my neck. I closed my
eyes for the punishment, as its what I deserved for such tardiness. I
must have blacked out again.
I found myself still hanging by
my arms, but this time inside the old woman's underwear house. I was
also still naked and this time quite hard! The old woman kept dancing
round flirtatiously in front of me. As she neared me she would reach
out and stroke the length of my engorged shaft, then dance away. Sadly,
she was also naked, totally! Thankfully her boobs hung so low they
covered the rest of her. She stopped dancing, sat down and stared up at
me opening her matchstick legs wide giving me a horrific glimpse of her
fetid cunt. She reached out to a lever beside her and stroked it up and
down. Each movement was replicated as feelings in my own cock. Her
actions increased in intensity until the moment I was about to cum when
she pulled the lever back and I collapsed onto the floor, my head
burying its self into her crotch.
Her minge smelled like
Miss Carrie's. I know exactly what my sister's minge smells like its
inches from my face every night when she bathes me. It doesn't matter
how much shampoo she slavers on my head I can smell her chuff through
whatever layers of clothing she has on. No matter how thick. This old
woman smells just like Carrie's Box!. I pulled my head out and glimpsed
up. She's eating a hot dog covered in ketchup and mustard, I was so
hungry I just wanted a bite. I stared at it longingly then realised the
sausage had a helmet. It had veins. It looked exactly like my own...
I woke up with a start, sweating, clammy and cold! It was broad
daylight. The sun burned my eyes. Dad was still there with a hefty
stubble on his face. He looked at me then immediately jumped up and
drew the curtains.
“I'm sorry sir, I don't know what's wrong with
me.” I said. He didn't say a word, but rather than try to strangle me
again he grabbed my hand and pressed it to my throat. Clearly the job
of dispatching me was too lowly for him. I complied and squeezed as
hard as I could, choking and spluttering. He snatched my hand away in
shock, and looking unexpectedly sad at my compliance. I couldn't work
him out, I couldn't work out what he wanted from me. How could I make
my failure good again.
“Gently!” he said, using my hand like a
paintbrush stroking my throat with my own fingers. I complied, but
shook my head, to indicate my confusion. What did he want?
A little
agitated, he looked behind himself, then a look of realisation
blossomed across his face. He quickly shifted his chair then looked at
the desk, then back at me. Then back at the desk. His glair invited me
to copy him.
It was a desk. Once it was my desk, but I guess
now its just a desk in the room I iron in, and where I sleep on the
floor. Its a desk in a room. I looked harder at the spotlessly clear
desk. I saw my dictionary and thesaurus as always, the ones you bought
me so I didn't bore you with my encounters as a slave. But there was
one more item. My eyes were still a bit blurry and tired. I strained a
little to work it out. It was a shape was strange to me, but the colour
I was familiar with.
That beautiful gold/silver hybrid colour.
Now with spots of singed black and looking a little sad and battered.
There it was.......My friend and enemy, my punisher.....My collar!
No sooner had I seen it than it was gone, obscured by tears. I grabbed
my neck and felt it, now without the shield, the display of
subordination. Dad grabbed the back of my neck and hugged me close to
him, crying as well. In a moment of perfect timing mum appeared with a
bowl of soup and joined the huddle.
While I was fed, one
spoon at a time, dad explained that the collar was reporting on
everything we did. Although I needed to find devices to connect to in
order to send messages from the collar, all along the collar had its
own direct line to Compliance Control (CC), spying on me and the
family, looking for a reason to confiscate me, using the
inappropriateness of my family connection and any sign of un-slave-like
treatment against me.
Dad also told me about the mine plot and
the many plots you and he had been exploring to get me free. I was kept
deep in the mine complex to confound the collar where it couldn't
communicate with CC. I still think the collar is beautiful, but it
nearly killed me. Although I was free on paper it was never designed to
come off. I thought the regular unnecessary torture in the mines were
just indoctrination, but they were tests. Tests on removing the collar.
Finding its weaknesses, and my strengths. Until finally my beautiful
hostage taker was removed and practically destroyed.
I'm sorry
I doubted you Jim. I'm sorry for my last message I sent you. I was
frustrated, alone and defeated. I'm sorry I blamed you.
But its all official, I've even seen my freedom papers. “Released from the mines for good conduct” Haha. Awesome!
Scott – A Free Boy!
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
Subject: RE done
Hi Scott.
I'm so glad you're back. We all are. Tilly has been off school
literally sick with worry for you. She hated me for sending you to the
mines. Look, it was a gamble, we didn't know we could trust Mr.
Trigo-Fess, it could have been a huge ruse for cheap slaves and we
would not have had the resources to fight him, but we were at our wit's
end. Young Doug was meeting with your dad regularly with plans he'd
stolen from his mum showing Compliance Control's next moves to pull you
in. We just, we... look, Trigo-Fess was all we could hope for, and
you've got the paperwork to prove it. We've all got what we wanted, and
that's to have you back.
I realise you've had an awful time
this past year, and going back to school may be difficult for you, but
we're all here for you. I can't tell you how incredibly proud I am, we
all are, of you for the way you've coped. I'm sorry the younger ones
have made life so hard, but no matter how much we tried to train them
in private, there was nothing we could do to stop them in front of that
damn collar.
When you're ready, we'd love to come and see you, but give yourself time.
Much love
Jim
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From: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE done
Thanks Jim
I'm out of bed now. Brad still has all my clothes but I don't want any
of my stuff back from him, its tainted. I actually like the minimal
look of my bedroom anyway. I refuse to wear dad's clothes, and not
really keen on anything he might choose for me, so unless I live my
life naked I need to go shopping.
As soon as dad thought I'd
be ready to get out of bed he arranged for Doug to come round and take
me out. He thought considering how much Doug had done for us behind the
scenes he'd be a better choice to take me shopping than my original
friends. I kind of agree, and thought it would be nice to meet up with
him as equals for once too.
Doug arrived in a very simple
outfit of blue tee-shirt and black shorts. After an awkward pause, I
think he was holding out for forgiveness or a smack in the face or
something, I pulled him in for a very long hug. His neck was warm
against my face. I could have stood there for ages, he tormented me a
great deal when I was a slave, but he's been pivotal to my freedom.
“We can't have you running around in the nud' any more, now you're free
and all that” He said, before reaching into his bag, pulling out a
green Tee shirt, similar to his. I took it and put it on the bed next
to me.
“I don't want it” I said. He looked puzzled.
“You want to be naked?” he asked, looking fully at my dick.
“No, I prefer the blue one” I told him. To which he removed his
tee-shirt and handed it to me. He's not built in any way, but he has a
perfect chest, little lines in all the right places and a gentle downy
fuzz over his subtle muscles which glints in the right light. I
squeezed into his tee shirt already regretting my decision.
“I got you these too” He said pulling out a pair of black shorts. I put them on the green tee and shook my head.
“I like those ones” I pointed to his. He shook his head disbelievingly and removed them.
“You'll need these first” he said holding out a pair of white briefs exactly the same as his.
“Uh uh” I shook my head again, my plan already obvious through my now tumescent erection.
“You know none of these clothes are the right size for you” He said
hesitating then pulling off his briefs, which I took and immediately
put on, followed by the shorts. I walked slowly around him,
scrutinising his perfect skin. He was beautiful, erect, blushed and
bashful. I sniffed his neck again in a long breath, it was sweet and
inviting.
As I made a move to grab his erection mum walked in
and let out a little shocked noise. Doug didn't flinch, he just stood
there in his perfect nudity, his erection pointing straight out in
front of mum. “I thought I'd check how you were getting in, and er...
well, I see all is fine” and she scuttled out after giving Doug's shaft
a lingering glance.
We both burst into laughter “you'll pay
for that Jenkins” he said light-heartedly, and I let him dress. Mum
dropped us to a different mall well out of town to give me some time
away from people I knew and left us to take the transporter home when
we were done. I really wasn't ready to mingle with my school-chum
abusers, I needed space to work out how to reintegrate with my
humiliators, rising above my new position as global underdog.
It was a good trip, dad had given me an old device of his which he had
loaded with enough credits to restock my wardrobe. I had also managed
to ping some credits out of the sad looking collar too. Doug was full
of nerves and foreboding, but I found that touching the collar lightly
with my hand gave me enough contact to connect up and release Mrs.
Berg's tips that she'd been hiding in it for me over the months I'd
worked for her. OK, technically I was working for Carrie who sent me to
work at Mrs. Bergs then pocketed any fees for herself, which you know
already, but Mrs Berg was so good at trying to give me something for
myself and kept blipping credits into my collar when I was distracted.
This is why its now more important than ever that I check in with our
neighbour Mrs. Berg and do something for her without remuneration
attached. She has always been kind, and now she's not well. Carrie must
be seriously loaded now, all the credits I'd earned for her as a slave;
in the shop, at Mrs. Berg's, all those sex sessions. No doubt she's
spaffed it all away on meaningless junk, so I won't even go there. Its
dead credits now, I never had them in the first place, so haven't lost
anything. As a slave I learned not to want what I don't have, and only
use what i've ben allowed. Its safer this way and leads to zero
disappointment, or pain, or humiliation.
Shopping was
interesting, my tastes have clearly changed since enslavement. All the
clothes I used to like looked so garish on Brad when I saw him last
time. I seemed to have come away from the shops with very plain and
pastel clothes. I like them, they're understated, I'm happy to blend
into the background for a while.
As for Doug, for someone who
revelled in forcing me naked on the streets he looked very embarrassed
when asked him to strip in the store to try on trousers! I didn't even
tell him to take his underwear off. It was a fun day, I was nearly sick
on milkshakes, sweets and cake. I love cake, its been a long time since
I ate some.
Scott
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From: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE done
Hi Jim
Me and Carrie have an unspoken pact to ignore each other. It suits me,
I can't tell you how nice it is to give myself a bath too, and wash my
own bits! Actually its nice to be able to touch my own bits without
seeking permission!
I saw Mrs. Berg yesterday as well, she's
getting fragile though. I must have stayed there a good few hours
cleaning the place, well I had to do something while her food was
cooking. I made her a number of meals in case I can't get back round
there in the next few days, but will try my best. She was very
frustrated that I didn't have a collar to blip credits into, but was
ecstatic that the collar was gone all the same. We had fun arguing over
the need for me to be paid for my time, I just wanted to make amends
for all the time she only got assistance because Carrie was getting
paid. I like her company too.
I went to work this weekend, the
first time since becoming free! Oh man was that awkward! It seemed to
take so long to take my clothes off for each demonstration. By the time
I was ready people had shuffled away out of embarrassment. Its
certainly not the job for a free boy, but I really enjoy being in the
shop, and even when I was a slave I thought of Jed and Ben as friends.
They certainly always acted like it. Jed suggested rather sadly that if
I didn't want to continue he'd understand, but maybe we could find a
mutually agreeable solution if I wanted to return Sunday. I said I'd
think about it overnight. I felt rather deflated to be honest, but
overnight I did think, and I realised it really wasn't a good job for a
self respecting free boy, all that hopping about trying to pull
trousers off was just not cool!
Sunday morning I woke up and
did the only thing I could think of. I had breakfast then left the
house for the mall to see Jed and Ben in the shop. Only today would be
different, better. I wasn't going to hop about pulling off my clothes
in front of the customers as I was simply not going to wear any.
I had my breakfast, toast and a cup of tea, pondered my plan. It was
early on a Sunday morning, so the house was still which allowed me time
to think how the plan could work. It will work because I wanted it to,
and I was a free boy who could choose his path. I washed up then left
the house with quite a spring in my step. This was going to be a good
day!
Well, that was until the long bus ride. It was busier
than I was expecting. So much so I had to stand, at the front. I was
the only one standing, when I got on people seemed to look at me
awkwardly then spread out so I couldn't sit next to them. But all was
fine, its not like I hadn't stood at the front of a bus before. But
people were staring at me in a way I really hadn't encountered before.
They were judging me, that's what it was, judgement! I started to feel
uncomfortable actually.
Suddenly I felt incredibly awkward,
standing there with my willy swinging about to the bus' movements, I
could see it clearly because I was naked. I've been naked before in
public when I was a slave, this shouldn't have been an issue, but
people were glaring at me more and more. More intently? More
questioningly? More judgementally? Then I realised what was happening.
I was not wearing a collar. People saw me naked before when I had a
collar and realised I had no choice, maybe I was a naughty slave who'd
been stripped by his boss. But now I was a free boy naked on the bus!
Just a silly boy showing off my willy to everyone. Oh god, what a
stupid plan! I felt my face blush, I could feel all the eyes on me as
my dick started to rise, its programmed to do that at the wrong time
every time and I can't stop it, or reprogram it. My dick hates me and
loves embarrassing me. I tried to cover it, but it just poled out the
side of my hand. Touching it seemed to stimulate it more, so a lazy
erection became a blazing bar. I looked round and all eyes were on me!
My head felt a little dizzy, I crouched a bit to hide myself, I felt
hot, I could smell my own sweat. I bashed the 'Request Stop' button and
waited an eternity in front of my erection-studying audience before the
bus finally halted. It took forever for the door to finally open giving
the queue of people outside waiting to get on a perfect view of my
hard-on. When the doors did open I fell out into the queue and
collapsed onto my hands and knees on the pavement gasping for breath.
Nobody helped me, I heard some laugher and scoffing, but nobody helped
the stupid naked boy. I'm sure they all enjoyed the view of my bare
arse as the bus pulled away from the stop though.
I was now
alone, a good few stops from the mall, and still very naked. Outside of
dares and initiations there's no reason for a boy to be naked in the
streets, especially alone, with no darers egging me on. Another bus
drove passed behind me and I was left acutely aware they all had full
view of my full moon. There was nothing else for it, I had to draw on
Casper's reserves and act like it was normal. I finally got a full
breath into my lungs and raised my head before I stood up. At least the
erection had waned!
That's when it hit me, the full enormity
of my new situation. Bradley's bloody advertising campaign! It must
have been over a month since the games, and now here it was like a bad
hangover. It was mesmerising, I just couldn't help stare as a 2 foot
image of my cock slowly rose to full erection before my eyes. I froze
again trying to process this new dynamic, whilst kneeling naked as if
in worship to the monstrosity before me. I had to move. More people
were venturing onto the streets and here I was naked on the pavement. I
resumed my dig into Casper's resolve, and slowly stood up. If there's
one thing my sister has taught me in all this nightmare its to not
cover up and pretend all is normal. My nudity on a public street is
nothing out of the ordinary, and then I looked higher. I saw the carton
of batter mix being poured over Casper's head, My head! This action
triggering Casper's erection, and now re-triggering mine. I stood
facing the oncoming pedestrians naked with my cock rising in perfect
sympathy with the billboard. I just ran! Today could get no worse!
Panicked I ran into a patch of shrubs grown to decorate the wide
pavement area. I ducked down to regain some control, re-balance my
breaths, think of a plan, any plan! I was naked on the streets on on my
first lone day of freedom. What was I thinking!? I was far from hidden,
people walking past looked at me to work out why I was shirtless in the
shrubs, not knowing the full extent of my nudity. I would smile and
pretend all was fine, hoping they wouldn't recognise me from the many
bill-boards bearing my likeness.
I must have been there for
about 10 minutes devising a plan for escape. The leaves on the bush I
was in were too small to cover me, there were no bins to collect
rubbish coverings from, I was basically screwed. With a long deep
breath I stepped out of my shrubs and slowly, purposefully headed for
the mall. I pretended all was normal, I pretended I was dressed. I
pretended my dick hadn't re-hardened its self and was now swaying in
front of me like a concert-goer's arm during a love-song.
The final walk to the mall was devastating, my dick wouldn't drop and
everywhere I looked seemed to be another billboard of me naked. There
were static ones, animated ones, there was even a hologram projected
across the square of my cousin Bradley lording it up over me pouring
that slop over my head while showing off my naked body to the world.
What made it worse was that no self-respecting slave would use that
crap. I always made my batter from scratch, that stuff tasted like
plasic. No wonder this ad campaign took so long to come out, they've
bought every bit of advertising space in the world!
The Mall
guards let me in “No problem, I'll always recognise that dick cas'” one
of them said when I apologised for not having my staff pass. I'm not
sure they even realised I'm no longer Casper the slave, but I was glad
to get in. The shop was already unlocked and opened when I got there
and I was greeted by a beaming Ben and Jed. Collapsing in embarrassed
exhaustion I recounted the whole sorry story of my commute. There was
no sympathy, in fact I though Jed was going to wet himself. Even
recounting the panic attack brought hilarity to the pair and Ben crying
with laughter. “Great idea Cas..er..Scotty” Ben said then as they
stopped laughing at me Jed tadded.
“Show him our idea Ben”
Ben reached into a bag and pulled out a dressing gown with the words
“Test Monkey” across the back. “We thought you could get undressed when
you arrived and put this on for the day” Ben said. They read the look
on my face as the penny dropped and the simplicity of their idea hit
me. A huge snot bubble blew out of Ben's nose as he fell about laughing
at me again.
“Put it on before I wet myself” Jed screeched through uncontrollable gaffaws.
Scot
From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
Subject: RE done
Oh Scotty, I love you. Only you could overcomplicate things this much!
You're so good for looking after your neighbour. As much as I hated
your slavery I think you've come away with many new skills and
beautiful compassion.
You've got one week before school. What are you going to do as a free boy?
Jim
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From: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE done
Hi Jim
I'm not bothered with visiting my friends really, I'll see them at
school, and I want time to myself anyway. That reminds me, I received a
note from the headmistress, she wants a meeting with me in her office
an hour before school starts, I'm assuming its to tell me not to start
any fights or get my own back on people.
I've done a few extra
shifts at the shop, the dressing gown is working well, and I've managed
to get Ben to do some Test Monkying too. Haha, that was funny. He
looked so awkward while the customer slid cock rings onto him, fumbling
with his dick, and balls. Especially when he got hard.
But the big news..... I found Eetu!
So I knew he was owned by the mines from when I interrogated the mining
system, meaning Mr. Trugo-Fess must know his whereabouts. I thought I'd
see Mr. Trugo-Fess, and ask about E2 and even see if I could free him.
But despite just freeing me I wan't sure if Mr. TF would see me,
regardless how disarming or humble I could be, but it was worth a shot.
I would go and thank them for my freedom, then work up to my Eetu
enquiries from there.
Unsure I'd be admitted onto the property
I didn't even ask their security. I waited in a bush by their rear gate
for a delivery truck to leave, and snuck in as the gate was closing.
I still needed a way to be 'noticed' once I got tot the front door so
that I could get my audience with Mr. TF, so before I ran to the house
I hid my clothes behind the gate pillar. All of my clothes. It seemed
like the logical thing to do at that moment, appear as the slave they'd
seen before and all that. It was quite clear though that when a maid
opened the door there was this silly naked boy staring back at her.
“Errrmm... can I see mr. fess, I mean Trugo. I mean Mr. Trugo-Fess
please?” I said.
The girl looked me up and down, and with a little
smirk said “ Who shall I say is calling?” I used the name Casper, in
case he remembered me.
The girl let me in and left me under
the guard of a young smirking servant boy staring at my naked body as
she scuttled off to see the master. I resisted covering up, though I
really wanted to. “Why are you naked?” the boy asked.
“Erm,” I
really had no idea what this plan was any more “Erm, its like er, How I
was when he could remember me” Was my confused answer. The boy looked
puzzled. To my amazement he reached out and took hold of my dick.
“Will mine get like this?” he asked. I nodded, now feeling completely degraded, but saved by the girl who returned.
“Off!” she snapped, slapping the boy's hand, and my now plump willy
with it. “Sorry about my brother” she said, walking me through a maze
of corridors. “The family will see you, they are intrigued by your
attire” she announced. Perhaps this plan was a winner after-all. I
wonder if I would have gained my audience if clothed?
I stood
in the middle of the room in front of the family, Mr TF, I assumed his
wife, a grown-up son and possibly two grand daughters. “He's noooood”
one of the girls said, with the other giggling in.
“He is that” Mr Trugo-Fess added. “So what brings you here young man?” He asked.
I thanked them for my freedom, and quickly interjected that I wanted to
appear as I was so that it would be fairer when I meet the slave Eetu.
I then realised they didn't know any of my intentions and quickly
babbled about my friend Eetu and they were holding him as a slave and I
wanted to see him. I think my nudity was getting to me, I just couldn't
stop babbling. Mr TF held up a hand.
“Hmmmm....EE 2 hmm.....” He
pondered. I can't believe he has so many slaves he doesn't even know
who they are. “Jenny, go and get head of house will you love” He
instructed to the girl. I heard her squeak compliance behind me and the
door open and close. I then stood there is painful silence for an
eternity. Multiple people breathed in to speak, but stopped. It was
agony, I really wanted to cover myself more than anything now, I felt
like a museum exhibit.
“Its what we do you know” Mr. TF finally
broke the silence. People made a sigh of relief as he did so. I looked
at him puzzled. “We free slaves... for a small price of course. The
mines are all mechanised, why would be get through so many slaves. Ok,
we do use quite a few, but we make sure they're freed after their
service is done. After having one of my favourite slaves confiscated by
Compliance control a number of years ago, I vowed nobody should lose
their slave to CC again” I was about to ask why Eetu was still enslaved
when the door opened. “Ahhh Laughton! Our friend here is looking for
slave Eetu, can you oblige?”
“Certainly sir” came the familiar
chocolatey voice. I spun round and there was Eetu, I sprang at him and
we hugged. Always the professional he limited the hug and put me back
in front of him.
“Show him round” Mr. TF said as a way of getting rid of me.
“Thanks again for freeing me” I blabbed as I was lead out into the hall.
“Such a pretty neck” Eetu, I mean Laughton, said and he brushed my
throat with his fingertips. You too, I said brushing his. “I've been
free for a while” he said. “How are your friends Bamber and Storring?
Did their hair grow back OK?” he said almost as an admission.
“Err, you....” I stammered, he put his hand up to stop me finishing the question.
“I've been watching you. Its been a hard slavery for you, but well..”
he looked down at my dick, Its beautiful, but you don't need it out any
more”
“I didn't want to upset you by being free, I just wanted to see if you were OK, so came how you'd remember me”
He kissed my head then walked me through the maze of a house, I think I blushed every time a maid or servant giggled at me.
“Remember I told you I was confiscated as a child?” I nodded “The
Trugo-Fesses were my masters. “Luckily Mrs Dorridge is Mr Trugo-Fess's
cousins. After the re-training Mr. Trugo Fess was able to give Mrs
Dorridge credits to buy me. I had no idea of their connection.”
“Did you never see the Trugo-Fesses at the Dorridge farm?”
Of course, but the slavery market has few players. I just assumed there
were business connections. You've been a slave, you learn to let people
through your life and your body and try to not get attached. After I'd
been with the Dorridges for 10 years the Trugo-Fesses were allowed buy
me back. Well Mrs Dorridge gave me back. It was a race against time you
see.” We stopped at a door which he quietly opened. “This is my mum.”
In the room was a frail lady in bed connectd to various pipes, wies and
bleeping machines. “She's not well, well she's old. But Mr. Trugo-Fess
promised her I'd be free all those years ago and took me back to look
after her in her final months. He freed me immediately and allowed me
to stay on as a paid servant so I could care for her. The family have
always seemed very fond of my mother. I think she knows I'm free and
that I'm here. She smiles at me sometimes, and I put her hand on my
collarless neck, so .....She knows. I'm sure”
I found Eetu, my friend, my protector!... I love Eetu.....Laughton!
Scott
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
Subject: RE done
I hope you can stay friends, he's clearly looking out for you.
Please let us know when we can come and see you, the girls are really looking forward to it.
Are you ready to go back to school? Its going to be a bit tough I'm
afraid. Please don't start any fights to get your own back on people,
lord knows some of them deserve it though.
Jim
From: becauseIwantto@freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE done
Jim
Erm, maybe we do need to get together, but I'm sorry, I'm just not
ready to meet the extended family yet. Its awkward enough at home with
my sister. School has now started, so maybe we can get together at half
term if I'm ready.
School has been a bit full-on with extra
new duties which is why I haven't replied sooner. On the first day back
I arrived early, as requested, and made my way to the head's office.
When i got outside I knocked and waited to be told to enter. There was
a short delay, as always, then the door was opened by a very smily Dan.
I guess he was there to accept his head-boy position, but as I entered
he didn't leave. Maybe the headboy sits in on all pep-talks. Before h
let me in he gave me a look up and down, adjusted my tie, and brushed
something off my shoulder. There was nothing condecending about his
action, it seemed more to draw attention to my new dressed state.
The headmistress greeted me and requested us to sit, then told me how
pleased she was to have me back, as Scott, and how sorry she was for my
treatment in the previous year. I'm sure she could have stopped all of
it if she'd wanted to, but I accepted and we moved on. I think I'll be
doing a lot of quiet acceptance and moving on after last year.
“As you know we will be announcing the head pupil this year, and Dan,
thanks in part to your efforts was the highest scoring eligible pupil
in the school.” She announced to us. I patted Dan's chest and
congratulated him. But he didn't than me, he just seemed to smile more,
like there was a secret I was missing out on. “Hmm, well... “ She
continued. “Something thats been bothering me the whole break is that
the ctual highest scorring pupil was ineligible to run. I don't know if
the pupils were punishing me through the mischief of dilemma, or were
really voting for what they wanted, but the truth remains, that the
highest scoring pupil was a slave named casper!” a subtle and well
supressed smile appeared at one corner of her mouth.
“Do it!” Dan erupted
“Err, quite.” She continued “I've discussed this with Dan who seems quite as=damant that you take the role.”
“But I'm not casper anymore, and Dan really wanted this” I retorted nervously
“And for that I am very glad, not least for clearing up my dilemma, but
in escense you are the same person, and from your response I see you
still have many qualities of casper, and are ripe for the job”
We
discussed my thoughts and eventually I accepted the role, but only if
Dan was my deputy, which he fervently agreed to. Then Dan left and I
got the pep-talk I was expecting, about not to exact revenge, and to
try and rise above feelings of humiliation from last year. A difficult
concept considering through the large window behind her across the road
was a 2 foot high image of my naked cock slowly swinging up and down at
me from one of cousin Bradley's advertisement hoardings. There to rmind
me of him every time I enter the school gates.
The meeting
ended and I killed the time before school actually started by milling
about near the secretary's office and pondering quietly how I was going
to tackle my new role. My points, when pushed last term, all centred
around respect for each other, so I guessed I'd better carry on with
that.
I could see newbies corner from my vantage point. A
place where magically all freshers always gravitate to on their first
day. I remember drifting there myself when I first stepped though the
scary new gates 4 years ago. Any freshers who don't seek solace in the
newbie herd tends to be picked off and hazed before the school session
even starts. From here I can actually see some of the year 9s starting
to circle the gap to newbie corner waiting for some unfortunate newbie
to break from the herd. Even in the packed groups I get glimpses of a
poor boy who's already lost his trousers, he must have been picked off
on the way to school. There was another with his hair so full of gunk
he made even casper's worst humiliation look clean.
I
ventured outside and wondered about, some of the older kids saw me, but
didn't register who I was. I didn’t think my new disguise of clothing
would be nearly as effective as Superman's glasses, but nobody who had
been at the school last year seemed to recognise me or engage me which
allowed me to observe the torment of the new kids until the bell rang.
I was allowed to skip registration to concentrate on my acceptance
speech.
A special assembly was called to reveal the head pupil
for the term. The headmistress then went on to explain that the voting
rules didn't allow for the chosen head pupil to be instated, mainly
because slaves not eligible to stand in the first place. She paused at
this point to let the hushed rumblings and new chatter to stop.
“So
this year your new head boy will be a free pupil who has been a member
of the school for man years, Scott Jenkins. I left my hideout in the
wings to a stunned silence followed by some whispers of "it’s
casper…...casper", quite loud rumblings and fidgeting, then
unexpectedly by a rapturous applause. I took the podium and after a
moment or two raised my hand to call for for quiet. I thanked them for
their votes and introduced my deputy Head-pupil, Dan. Then started my
speech.
"As you've just heard I was ineligible to take this
post last year, so I would like to thank you all for voting for me. Of
course you took a big gamble because no one knows what I stand for……..
Tolerance and respect. There you go, that's what I stand
for.....Tolerance and respect for everyone!" I paused for a second. "I
heard all you freshers this morning, oh you didn't notice me but I
could hear you talking about the rumours of a naked school slave that
lets you do anything to him. I heard what some of you wanted to do as
well!….it made my hair curl!"
There was some light tittering
“Now, I’m afraid you won’t find that slave here now, because I was..I
am Casper the slave.” There were some audible gasps. “And now I’m a
free boy” I looked about at their indifferent faces. "I'm surprised you
would get excited about humiliating someone too, considering you are
all about to start hell week where you will all be the school slaves -
humiliated and embarrassed for a whole week.” I paused to let that sink
in.
"I see some of you have started early" I looked at a couple
of boys both caked in some white slop, one of them had lost both his
trousers and pants, and was desperately trying to cover his willy with
his, now buttonless, shirt. They looked down embarrassed accompanied by
a smattering of giggles from the back.
“Now, Following the theme of
respect, I'm going to take something away from you…..But I’ll give you
something back in return…...I'm taking hazing away!"
There
was a muted uproar, groaning and tutting and loud huffs. "Sorry its too
late for you guys.” I said looking down at my messy, virtually naked
buddies on the front row, “Come and see me later and I’ll help you
clean up, and get you some lost property to wear. Hazing and
humiliation are just bullying, and this school has had enough of that
last year to last us all a lifetime. I should know, I’ve lived a year
in a state of perpetual hazing. And bullying is the game of the weak.
My worst pain and humiliation at this school was meted out to me by the
weakest people I have ever met” I paused and looked directly at Bamber
then scanned across to see Storring, both met my gaze, and both looked
to the floor in shame.
“Humiliation is a difficult thing to live
with, it stains your memory, you believe everyone remembers that time
when….. In my case, there are physical reminders of my embarrassment on
my body, and now in the form of a huge 2 foot high image of my erect
cock outside the school gates.” There was more tittering.
“So if you want to haze a newbie you've got to come through me!” there was more groaning.
“I'm not unfair, I said I'm giving you something back, and for this
week only" I opened my arms into a crucifix. That was their cue. My 2
closest friends stepped forward and deftly sliced off my shirt and
trousers. "I'm giving you back Casper the slave" There were oohs, and
then one slice each side of my briefs I was again naked in front of the
whole school.
“I am my gift to you freshers, and this is why you
will spare every new fresher at this school going forward. If anyone
wants to haze anybody this week, then spare the freshers and come
directly to me. This week I’ll take it for our new friends on the front
rows hoping they will respect next year's newbies. “
As I
spoke Dan tied my loincloth around my waist, his attention to detail
was fantastic, it was already adorned with my head boy badge which made
me laugh. The 2 opposing symbols of the school power hierarchy in one
garment.
“As my final gift, I have agreed to also model for
the year 7 sex-ed classes this year, and you will probably be the last
year to have a live model. Unless one of our year 12s volunteers next
year.” This received a mixture of ooohs from the front and awkward
shuffling from the back, I inadvertently looked at Doug as I suggested
a volunteer and he looked daggers back at me.
“Thank you all again
for voting for me, I'll hand you back to the Headmistress to tell you
about the new stripped day punishments we have been working on and will
be discussing with your parents soon” Then I stepped back to allow the
headmistress to finish up the assembly.
Thanks
to all those who have reached out to me with ideas and feedback on this
rather long story. Without your messages this would not have continued.
I'd like to especially thank Marko, Jay and Josh for sticking with me
till the end with valuable feedback on previews and scenario ideas.
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