Empathy Pt 01

There is no underage content in this story. It involves a dad and his four sons but the youngest son is eighteen. There are no flashbacks or memories and no one ever acts underage. A slaveling is not a slave child. A slaveling is a legal status similar to indentured servant or serf.

I do not condone slavery primarily because children should not be enslaved and no one should be enslaved based on superficial characteristics like skin color. This story is a guy being placed as collateral on a loan. There will be elements of non-consent, bondage, incest and humiliation in this chapter.

Also this is fantasy so even though I tried to be as realistic as possible, the GPS tracker isn't completely realistic.

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Luke's POV

I lived on a farm with my brothers Jasper, Jordan and Jeremy. I know, I was the only one whose name didn't start with J. Even my dad's name was John and my mom's name was June. My dad insisted that the names were just names he liked and that he hadn't intended to be all J except me.

Our farm was fairly large and we had to hire farmhands to help. My Dad often talked about how he wished he could buy slaves but they were too expensive. Slaves would have made running the farm easier. Dad even joked sometimes about enslaving us. The joking made my brothers and I uncomfortable but we weren't that scared. Laws prevented parents from enslaving their own descendants. Dad only joked that way when one of us made him angry by doing something really stupid. Still, we made our plans to move out as soon as we could.

But it wasn't that easy to move out. My brothers and I were close in age. I was almost nineteen, Jasper had only turned twenty-three and still lived at home with my other brothers, twenty-one and almost twenty.

It was a Tuesday when Dad called us together. His lawyer (Mr. Ferguson), some of the farmhands, and a slave cop were also there.

I asked, "What's going on?" as I took my seat.

Dad said, "You know how I have been charging all of you rent ever since your eighteenth birthday but not one of you has paid me a penny."

That's when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Was my dad really about to enslave one of us? I looked at my brothers and they all looked as nervous as I felt.

Dad looked at Jasper, "Your debt to me has became large enough that legally, I could have you indentured until you can pay back the debt but I really don't want to do that. Mr. Ferguson has helped me come up with an alternate plan. Jasper, I know you aren't going to like this but it is better than turning you into a slave. What I can do is take out a loan by putting you up as collateral. Then you would have the status of a slaveling, not a full slave."

Jasper stood up and yelled, "You don't have to do either."

He was about to say more but the slave cop tased him and he twitched on the floor.

Dad yelled, "That is not necessary. He's a slaveling not a full slave."

The slave cop said, "He should still refer to you as master."

Dad yelled again, "Not necessary. I have studied the rules about slavelings and no, slavelings are not required to call anyone master."

The slave cop said, "There will be inspectors who will check up on you to make sure this slaveling is following the rules. He won't be able to just play video games all day. If we find that he's not fulfilling his duties, he will be fully enslaved."

Dad said, "I know that and yes, I will make sure he fulfills his duties but we don't need to be harsh about it."

The slave cop said, "You're doing your son a disservice. I've seen it before, people who go easy on a slaveling cause the slaveling to be fully enslaved."

Dad said, "That won't happen in this case." Then he sat down.

In the meantime, Jasper had recovered and got back into his seat. I'm sure my brothers felt like running. I felt like running but I was scared of being tased so I stayed put.

The slave cop asked, "May I take the slaveling for processing now?"

Dad said, "Not yet. I want to say a few more things to my son first." He turned to Jasper, "I promise to go as easy on you as I can and I plan to free you. I will use the loan to buy a slave to work on the farm and with both you and the slave working, I will be able to pay back the loan in five years. But, in order to be able to free you, I will need to impose some strict rules and make you work. I expect you to handle this with dignity. Obey every command and I won't need to punish you. Stand up straight, be polite, smile at everyone, although you don't have to call anyone master, it would be a good habit to develop. Carry yourself with dignity no matter how embarrassed or distressed you feel and I will be proud of you. Okay?"

Jasper quietly said, "Okay" but kept his head down.

The slave cop said, "Alright, I'm going to take you to processing now and they have a dress code that slavelings should arrive naked so stand up and strip."

Jasper just looked at the slave cop. The slave cop raised his taser but Dad stopped him.

"Don't." Dad said, "Let me handle it." Then he turned to Jasper and said, "Jasper, obey with dignity. Strip naked and stand at attention."

Jasper slowly stood up and started stripping. Dad said, "Fold your clothes neatly and stack them." So Jasper did. He hesitated before removing his underwear but the cop nodded and Jasper took off his underwear, folded them and placed them neatly in the stack. Then he stood at attention with his shoulders back and his hands at his sides.

I had never had such a good view of Jasper's body before. I had seen him naked but only while he was changing, never while he just stood there with his arms at his sides. He looked good.

Then the slave cop ran his hand over Jasper's face. Jasper flinched but Dad said, "Atten-hut" and Jasper straightened up.

The slave cop then continued to examine Jasper's body with his hands, feeling Jasper's muscles and stroking Jasper's nipples.

The slave cop's hand slid down closer to Jasper's genitals and Jasper whined, "Dad?"

Dad said, "Stand up straight. Anyone can touch a slavelings genitals and the slaveling does not have the right to complain."

The slave cop stroked Jasper's cock and Jasper gasped but his cock immediately plumped up until it was defying gravity. The slave cop alternated between playing with Jasper's cock and letting it go so that it would plump up more. Then the slave cop fondled Jasper's balls until his cock was standing at a sixty degree angle. Jasper blushed redder than I'd ever seen anyone blush before.

The slave cop said, "Don't worry. It's perfectly normal. You'll get use to walking around with a full hard on in front of crowds."

The slave cop then fastened a collar around Jasper's neck and raised his arms to attach his wrists to the collar. The slave cop then bent down to attach a chain to Jasper's ankles. Then the slave cop slipped a cock ring over Jasper's cock and there was a leash attached to the cock ring.

The slave cop then pulled out a bottle of pills and offered Jasper a couple of pills. "These will help make sure your cock ring doesn't fall off."

Jasper asked, "What are they?"

"Let's just say they'll keep your dick standing at attention. They'll also make you feel good. These are very powerful ones that will keep you hard for hours but won't let you orgasm. We have to measure the dosage carefully because too much could lead to side effects so we are going to want to make sure you orgasm around three hours from now."

Jasper looked at the slave cop as if he was asking, 'Are you crazy?' but he realized he didn't have a choice, so he swallowed the pills.

The slave cop said, "Time to clean you out. Don't want you soiling yourself." He pulled on the leash and led Jasper to the bathroom. I didn't see what happened in there but I'm guessing from the sounds that Jasper was given an enema. The slave cop even said, "Now you're clean and empty." before leading Jasper back by the cock leash.

Then the slave cop got out a device I had never seen before. It was kind of like a brace that he attached to Jasper's back. It had a dildo part that rammed up Jasper's ass and then near Jasper's neck was a handle. The slave cop smeared some kind of jelly like substance on the dildo and up Jasper's ass before inserting but Jasper did let out a small cry.

The slave cop said, "This is a great device for handling slaves. We call it the handle. Let me demonstrate." He pulled down slightly on the handle which pushed the dildo deeper into Jasper's butt, which caused Jasper to thrust his crotch forward. With his hand on the handle, the slave cop was able to steer Jasper and make him walk whatever direction the slave cop wanted as easily as if he was using a handcart. The slave cop used this to guide Jasper around the room so that each of us got a good look at Jasper's bound up and fully aroused body.

One of the farmhands asked, "Can I touch him?"

The slave cop said, "Of course." but the farmhand looked to my dad.

My dad said, "It's the law. Anybody may touch him anyway they want and he has no right to complain."

Jasper gave Dad a look of shock but then looked back at the farmhand who stuck his fingers up Jasper's ass to feel how the dildo went inside. The farmhand said, "That really is in there." The farmhand looked at Dad and asked, "Your son has a dildo up his ass and you're okay with that?"

Dad said, "It's the law."

The slave cop then took Jasper around again so that those who were too uncomfortable to touch him the first time around got a chance to touch him. My dad and brothers touched him so I didn't see any reason to not touch him. I couldn't believe that I was holding my brother's genitals in my hands. He gave me a pleading look but I wasn't hurting him, was I?

The slave cop seemed just about to steer Jasper out the door when Dad spoke up. "I'd like it if his brothers assisted you today. I'd especially like it if you made Luke here handle Jasper."

We all looked at my dad for an explanation and Dad said, "I want to scare you boys. Jasper has been a bad role model, not seriously working toward moving out on his own. I want you to know what might happen to you if you follow his example. Luke, I especially want to scare you since you don't have any debt yet. Avoid debt as much as possible or that might be you."

So the slave cop agreed and told me to take Jasper's handle and follow him. We were led outside to a high roof van. Jasper was chained up so that he had to stand in the middle of the van facing forward. The handle was removed but then straps were added to prevent injuries such as whiplash. There were benches on the sides where Jordan, Jeremy and I seat belted ourselves in. I guess it wasn't unusual for people to accompany slaves.

As we travelled, I asked Jasper, "Are you okay?"

Jasper said, "I'm not happy. My ass hurts, I'm uncomfortable and I'm scared."

I asked, "But are you okay?"

Jasper said, "I guess I'm okay. I suppose I deserve this. I did pass on some jobs because I thought they were too much labor. Now, I'll have to do worse than too much labor." Jasper was stoic.

What I really wanted to know though was whether Jasper was okay with me handling him but I didn't know how to ask that. I don't know why but it felt like asking would be worse than just doing.

We did make a few stops on the way where a few more slaves were added to the load. I imagine based on the time we waited at each stop that each slave was stripped, cleaned out and bound up while we waited in the van. Then a slave was brought to the van using the handle and chained up snuggly against the backside of the slave in front of him. The handle was removed each time before more straps were added. Each slave essentially rested his head on the shoulder of the slave in front of him and/or against the head of the slave behind him. They had no choice but to get intimate.

The slave cop even intentionally lined up their drug hardened cocks to push into the asses of the slave in front. Each slave said, "Sorry".

I know there were female slaves too but none were added to our load, perhaps because female slaves were less common or perhaps they were transported differently. We did get one trans woman and one trans man but the trans woman had barely begun to transition while the trans man had nearly completed his transition. So I guess in terms of slave laws, slave gender was determined by whether the person had a true cock or not. Both trans people told us they were enslaved because of the debt caused by the high cost of gender reassignment treatment.

There wasn't much complaining at first. It seemed like everyone was stoically accepting their fate but then they started complaining more and more but what they were complaining about was surprising.

"Please let me orgasm."

"This is torture giving us blue balls."

"It's cruel and unusual punishment."

"I can't wait three hours. Give us an antidote now."

Even Jasper was crying more about his need to finish than he was about the pain or discomfort. He was acting more and more like a slave, caring about nothing but having sex.

I noticed that I too was hard in that highly sexually charged atmosphere. I wasn't desperate like Jasper was but I was having a hard time keeping my cock hidden. I kept looking at Jasper's body, getting to know everything about his anatomy. He did have a good sized cock with a nice foreskin. It began to look more and more like a work of art to me.

We arrived at the slave processing facility where one by one, the slaves were unloaded and placed in a row of pillories before the van drove away to get more slaves. There was nowhere to sit so Jordan, Jeremy and I just walked around wondering what would happen next.

A different slave cop came out. The cop said, "Your dad called. We have a form of scared straight program where we give young men a taste of slavery. It's not full slavery. It's just a taste to scare you. Your dad asked if you could be put through that program."

Jordan said, "You can't force us into that program. We are legally adults."

The cop said, "Your dad told us you might say that and he told us to remind you of the debts you owe and how he is within his rights to enslave you to collect what you owe him."

Jordan and Jeremy looked terrified but began undressing.

"I don't have much debt." I said.

"As for you, we can't force you but your dad would like you to volunteer. You can quit anytime and avoid any part of the program you want but he promised that the more you volunteer for, the more he will make it worth your while. He also said that you should do it as an act of solidarity with your brothers."

I didn't seem to care about any of those reasons but watching Jordan and Jeremy get locked naked in some pillories made me want to join them. I don't know why but I began stripping.

Before I revealed my hard on though, I asked, "Can we get some of that drug?"

"I don't know. We don't usually give that drug for our scared straight program but I'll see what I can do."

I bent over and felted the wooden beam placed over my neck and wrists locking me into place. I tested it to see how easy it would be to escape and neither my head or hands would fit through the holes. I was stuck there but I felt a nice breeze blowing across my bare body. It was kinda comfortable in a way to be free of constricting clothes.

We were visible to anyone passing by whether on foot or in a car or on bicycle. Mostly we were ignored as people were used to seeing slaves in those pillories but every once in a while, some would point and laugh at us. Some would take pictures like one guy who pulled my cock back between my legs to get a picture of him holding my cock. He told his friends, "I've almost saved enough money to buy a loser like this guy."

I didn't think of myself as a loser. I'd only just begun in terms of striking out on my own. I still had hope for a bright future.

We waited out there for what felt like hours. Occasionally people would come out with paperwork to verify that we were supposed to be there. One by one they led one of us inside until it was just my brothers and I alone.

I thought I saw Jason get off the bus at the nearby bus stop. He seemed to stop and stare at us for a moment but I don't know if he saw us because he just walked away. Jason was one of Jasper's friends and I think they had plans to see a movie next Friday.

Then the cop from earlier came back, "I managed to get some of that drug for you."

Jeremy and I both took the drug. Jordan refused. I soon understood what Jasper felt. My entire body became more sensitive. I normally don't notice my nipples but after the drug, I could feel the breeze stimulating my nipples. I could also feel my ears, my shoulders and my knees. It was like every part of my body came alive. It was pleasurable but it was too pleasurable like drinking limeade. I wanted it to stop but I also wanted it to continue.

Finally we were taken inside where we were attached to the wall in the hallway and left to wait some more. While attached to the wall, our legs were spread and our arms were up and even our necks were attached to the wall.

People touched us more frequently inside than they had outside. Some of them examined us measuring everything. They needed a urine sample but because my hands were attached to the wall, they simply grabbed my dick and aimed it in the cup for me.

I asked if they wanted a semen sample and was told they did but that they wouldn't gather it yet. They wanted to keep us hyper aroused for a while as part of the introduction to slavery.

Many of them though, didn't bother with a pretense of examining me. They simply lifted my balls or stroked my cock as they walked by. I really wanted more.

They smeared a cream all over Jasper. Then after fifteen minutes, they let my brothers and I loose and ordered us to wash the cream off of Jasper. The cream took all of Jasper's hair with it. Slave's weren't kept hairless but it was traditional to remove all the hair of a first time slave to emphasis the change. They went after all of Jasper's hair including his scalp and eyebrows so that Jasper didn't have a hair anywhere. His erect cock had nothing to hide in.

They then put Jasper to sleep for the next part of his transformation. They were going to hide a GPS tracker in his body and they thought it was inhumane to keep Jasper awake for that. It wasn't surgery so there wouldn't be any scars but the tracker would be placed deep up his ass where he couldn't reach it. That's also why it was important to clean him out before.

Before they wheeled him away, they gave him a drug that allowed him to orgasm and they helped him give them a semen sample but of course Jasper slept through it without any awareness of the orgasm.

While we waited for Jasper to be brought back, Jeremy, Jordan and I spent some time being treated like slaves. Jordan even earned himself a spanking. His butt was very red.

They didn't do anything sexual to us except tease us. In a way, the whole ordeal had been like being edged for hours.

It was similar to edging but not exactly the same. In the past, during my masturbation sessions, I had played around with edging but since I hadn't been taught anything about it, I had focused all my attention on my cock keeping as close to the point of orgasm as possible. Now I realized I had been doing it all wrong. What was being done to me in the scared straight program, by spreading attention to my whole body but allowing the level of arousal to ebb and flow in a more teasing manner, was much more enjoyable than any edging I had ever experienced before.

Part of the fun was that I couldn't predict who would touch me next, when they would touch me, or what part of my body they would touch. Edging myself gave me tunnel vision so that I wasn't aware of anything except my cock. This scared straight program expanded my vision so that I was constantly aware of everyone around me. It was like none of them were strangers anymore even if I didn't know their names.