From the holes in the crate I saw a flag. I was in Texas. I had learned that the plane was a Company plane. It was full of slaves in crates all around me. The conversations we had were enlightening.
Female slaves tended to hate service completely I heard from them it was because many were prostituted. There was only one female on that flight that truly loved her new Master. Over 40% of the male slaves had fallen in line with their new life. The plane had landed 6 times. By the the time I ended up in Texas, only the Mexican bound slaves were still on board. They were all disgruntled female slaves.
My crate was off loaded and I was put onto the back of a truck. It was a plain Ford truck. The airstrip wasn't close to any city or town I could see. I could hear crying from the plane, as the forklift placed me in the truck bed.
I knew that this "incognito" travel arrangement was needed, and thankfully, almost over. I still found it a bit ridiculous. I was down to one last bottle of water. I needed to urinate badly. I focused on my mission, trying to forget my bladder.
***
"So Master where are you sending me?" I had asked. I really didn't want to leave again. The Judge finding a loophole to strong arm the Company put them as a whole in a precarious situation. The Company operates below the radar. The Judge selling the video with certain things being talked about in the background would make the Company visible.
"A friend of ours has heard about you, and...well saw the videos. He's an ex government agent. He has the ability to make people disappear. He's asked for you and a small chuck of cash to make the Judge go away." Master had explained. He didn't say I'd be on a plane for almost an entire day, or that I'd be sent to Texas.
"Boi, do your very best with this guy. Oh....and good news, by the time you get back we will be moved into the farm house." Master tried to give all of this a silver lining.
***
It was getting hot in the crate. October was still warm in Texas apparently. Even with the truck moving quickly down the two lane highway, there was hardly any air coming into the crate. Thankfully the trip was short. After a right turn down a long gravel driveway, I had arrived.
Two pony type slaves pulled the crate off the truck and opened it as soon as I hit the ground.
"You can urinate on the grass. Do it quickly. Master is eager to see you." The shorter of the men said. I climbed out of the box, careful of splinters on the edge. I still managed to get one in my taint. I stood and began to relieve myself. I felt a firm nudge.
"On all fours slave, you are going to get me in trouble!" The short one pleaded. "Only ponies can piss standing."
"I'm a house slave guys." I said as I went to all fours and continued my relief.
"Yeah we can tell. What do you weigh, 150?" The taller one asked. I looked at him. He was solid muscle, completely hairless with the exception of his long light brown hair.
"140, last I checked." Talking to two nude guys in a strangers front yard, while peeing like a dog, somehow didn't feel weird to me.
"With arms like those, it's has to be that ass." The short one said to the tall one. They shared a laugh. I finished and stood back up.
"I'm Ryan, you are?" I didn't find the joke funny. Must be a pony vs. house boi thing.
"I'm Trigger, and he's Tantrum." The short one said.
"Horse names?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" They looked genuinely confused. I didn't push the issue.
"So where am I supposed to be?" I asked. I began to get nervous, I had no idea what to expect from someone that named his slaves that way.
They escorted me to the front door, and opened it. They explained that they weren't allowed inside, as they were outdoor slaves. I walked in and knelt in the foyer. I think I had been there an hour before someone finally noticed. A handsome young slave walked up. He was shaved bald, about 5'-6", tanned and toned. Other than eyebrows, he didn't have a hair on his body.
"You must be Chef. You are late. I'm the house Alpha, you can call me "Alpha". Your schedule is as follows. Master wants some your cooking for dinner at 18:00 hours. At 20:00 hours you will have served Master, eaten yourself, and the kitchen is to be cleaned. You will be meeting with the ponies outside of the barn at 20:30 hours. At 23:00 you will shower, shave, enema, and meet me outside the Master's bedroom at 23:30. Clear?" He asked.
"Yes Alpha. What time is it now?"
What a strange household.
"17:00. You better get to work. The kitchen is this way." I followed him through the spacious ranch style home. The kitchen was sparse compared to what I was used to. It was no matter. I could make anything happen in a kitchen. Improvising came naturally.
What didn't come easily was service. I had no idea what was expected of me, or for how long.
"Alpha? Two questions?" I asked as he was about to turn and leave.