This is a sequel to "Judge Ordered Slavery". It may do well as a stand alone story, however references to the past will be used at times. This takes place immediately after Ryan's return to his home.
It was Monday. The challenge lay before me. My Master was serious about the effort I would have to put in. He locked me in the office before leaving for work. He could monitor what I was doing from his job at Social Services.
I had to recruit 100, gay or bi sexual, young men aged 18 to 25 from anywhere in the nation. The plane, bus or train tickets would be paid for. I just had to talk them into coming here.
I had an advantage. I didn't really have to tell the truth. I had to tell them what they wanted to hear so that I could get them onto the transport picked. My job was simply to get them to arrive. After that, it was my Master's problem.
Still it would be a daunting task. I had to get the first two to arrive in the next thirty days. Then 98 more, preferably two per day.
I combed through the BDSM personals sites. That first Monday, I wrote to 45 submissive or slave males. I got a couple responses right away. The rest I found in my mailbox the following day. I have to say, I was rather deflated to only find a grand total of 4 responses from the 45 I wrote to.
"Boi, you had better find a better approach, you need to get an 80% first response rate. Of those, one might actually arrive here. I suggest you build a form letter, and rearrange it for each candidate so it matches their interest." Master guided. "You also need to focus on ones that have a fatal flaw. Some kind of legal trouble they fear or could be imprisoned with."
"Yes Master." I had told him that I only had one from Monday I was still talking to. I had a question, but was afraid to ask. I wouldn't have a chance.
"Undress me and bring me my sweats and a t-shirt." He ordered as he sat at his desk in the home office. I had the sweatpants and shirt folded nearby. I knew his routine. He turned on his computer and waited for it to load up as I untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. The screen came up and he began clicking away as I untied his well shined shoes. I removed them and then removed his belt. He stood, allowing me to remove his pants and bikini style briefs.
The smell of his work sweaty groin as I removed his briefs made my stomach growl. Master had not touched me since Sunday night. I was craving his load, or at least a bladder full of his water. I focused on his sex as I folded his dirty laundry, and put his sweats on.
You see a small skinny slave like me loves to look at a real man's penis. I'm a true twink. I have a big round bubble butt, a wiry, naturally hairless body, and a thin 6" long, worthless "clit", or penis. It is worthless, as I have no real idea how to use it on a woman...if one actually wanted me. My only sexual organs are my asshole or "cunt", which always has a plug or a cock in it, and my mouth.
I'm Ryan. I just turned 18 a couple months ago. I'm 5 foot 7, and weigh 130 pounds. I'm the property of my Master, Daniel. I don't know his last name. He's 42, but looks a bit older, six foot, two and has a bit of a beer gut. I hated him when I got here, now I love him, and my life in his collar. I am a true house slave. I cook, clean, and keep my body ready and available at all times to be used by my Master.
I pulled his sweats up and bent to pick up his shirt. He grabbed it out of my hands and put it on himself, never breaking his gaze on his e-mail page.
"Dinner boi!" He said as he sat back down. I focused on his limp cock, the shape showing through the sweatpants. My cunt ached for him.
"Yes Master, it is almost finished. I will bring it Master." I ran into the kitchen and finished up his meal. I plated smaller portions for myself and Gary. Gary was allowed an extra piece of meat. I looked out the kitchen window. Gary was pulling a wagon full of cinder blocks around the yard. He had carved an unsightly figure eight in the lawn, as he'd been doing it all day.
"Psst! Gary! Gary! Dinner!" I whispered out the open window. He dropped the yoke he had over his shoulders, and wearily walked toward the house. I served Master his dinner and waited next to his desk on my knees.
"You two can eat. Gary needs to shower and get to bed early after he eats. You will get back on the computer." Master said.
"Yes Master." I walked back into the kitchen and sat on the floor next to Gary and ate. We talked a bit. I told him that he had to go to bed after a shower. He looked at me with a bit of disdain. He knew that he, being an alpha pony, was still lower in status the a house/sex slave. I would be the alpha of the house when more twinks arrived to help me in the house and on the grounds.
As Gary would be helping train the new ponies, I would be training the new twinks for house duties, and what Master likes. First, I would have to find those twinks. I finished eating first. I got up and snuck across the house to check on Master. He had barely touched his plate. He was busy typing. I crept back into the kitchen and made noises as I would had I been doing dishes.
I instead waved Gary's legs apart and laid on the floor, putting my head between his legs. I gently and quietly sucked on his fat meat, needing his cum badly. He set his plate on the back of my head and ate as I did. It didn't take long before he had to set the plate down and focus on what was happening to him. He grabbed my head and thrust himself into my throat.
He fucked my face as quietly as he could, his breath quickening, and his muscles tensing. His odor was renewed with the wonderful stress I was giving him. The smell from him was powerful and intoxicating. I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped from him. I pushed my head into his lap as far as I could and let him take my neck. It was worth the effort, as I felt him twitch and pulse. I pulled away from him so I could taste his load.
It had been two nights for him as well, so his load was large and full. I savored it for a few seconds before I swallowed my dessert. He smiled at me as his clit shrunk. I picked up his plate and quickly did the dishes. Gary patted my ass as he left for his shower. We had gotten away with a crime.
Slaves are never allowed to have sex with each other unless Master orders it. Gary had been undersexed since his first week of slavery. I had the exact opposite.
I finished the dishes and joined Master in the home office. I flipped on the computer and immediately typed up a form letter. I then continued hunting for candidates for my Master. I lied, stretched the truth, flat out made shit up and then actually mentioned that we (would) be living on a 240 acre farm.
It occurred to me only just then, that I was inviting guys to experience what I had. To go through the harsh beginning, the uncomfortable transitions, and then finally the reward of knowing ones place. I had to focus on the last part. I continued to lie, bait and switch.
I was getting responses...quickly. It was becoming difficult to keep up. I had to put some of them off till the next day. It felt good to be getting results. I was talking to one who would make a good pony, via camera and mic, discussing all of the details. He said he had to go to bed as he had work in the morning. I focused on the next boi I had my sights on. He was more of a twink.
As I spoke to this one I found out he lived nearby. Talking further I deduced he lived in the town I had come from. He said he'd like to come visit tonight!
"Wrap that up, I'm getting a piece of you before I go to sleep." Master said. I took off the headphones, and muted the mic.
"Master, one of them wants to come over now!" I turned to him and focused on his cotton covered gift.
"You serious?" Master got up and walked over to the computer, careful to stay out of the camera's sight. He looked the boi over. "Bring up his profile." He read it carefully.
"Hmm, that's no good....cross-dresser." He was about to nix the boi.
"Master, does that matter? I didn't know I was a gay slave, and cock worshiper, until I met you. Surely, this is no boundary you cannot break?" I said wanting my list to be one less.
"Good point. Tell him to come over, I'll call work and leave a message. You call John. Tell him we have a catch." Master picked his cell phone up. I grabbed the land line on his desk, Master wrote down the phone number, and the current pass-code to use the phone. I dialed the pass code, and heard a dial tone. I then dialed the number.
