Sorry for the long absence. As this was the most requested sequel, I made sure Ryan's adventure to be the first now that I have spare time to write again.
ALL Characters are over 18.
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I had to strip the sheets the following morning and found two slaves kneeling outside the bedroom door as I carried the damp, sticky bundle.
"Alpha Chef, we will take care of the washing. Master has asked that you shower and meet him in the central courtyard." The boi speaking was a chubby Hispanic kid with no accent at all. He might have been 18. His black hair had been buzzed off to less than a quarter of an inch, and his dark eyes showed he was still new and scared to death as he looked up at me.
"What's your name given in old life??" I asked handing him the bundle of linen.
"Roberto, Alpha. I came here after I got your message" He looked up at me a second time. That was illegal.
"Do not look at me boi unless I invite you to." I cautioned. "What do the other house slaves call you, and how many house bois did Master get while I was away?"
"This one," Roberto nodded toward the skinny older boi, at least 30 next to him. "And Christopher, who was named Beta in your stead. Oh and they call me "Gambler", and this ones old name was Ben, but because he talks too much we started calling him "Mouth". Gambler looked at the sheets in his arms. He could smell the sex in the cloth, I was certain.
"Mouth, you will show me where the central courtyard is, and Gambler you will get Master's bed remade, and bedroom spotless." I said as I grabbed Mouth's collar and brought him to his feet. I made my way to an upstairs bathroom with the helpful pointing of Mouth.
For a slave that talked too much, Mouth nary said a single syllable. There had been some training done. He pointed to a door while dropping to hands and knees and I opened it. It was a large bathroom,
I showered, did my enema and then lubed and replaced my plug to it's rightful spot. It was good to be home...wherever this home was.
I followed Mouth down the stairs to the first floor. Here slaves were painting drywall, staining moldings and putting them up. In the first floor guest bathroom, I saw something that I didn't understand.
"Mouth, do you know what that is?"I pointed to an elevated box.
"That is where the toilet boi will live. Master is installing a non flushing urinal that will be funnel directly into the toilet slave." He shuddered.
"Toilet slave huh, what sin must a boi commit to end up in the box?" I asked.
"Unauthorized eating, or sex with a fellow slave." He pointed toward the front door of the unfinished house.
"Master is getting creative." I said quietly. He opened the front door.
The first thing to hit me was the sunlight. I squinted against it, and the second thing to barrage my senses. The noise of power saws and hammering. The wind was cold to my naked skin even with the sunlight. The wood on the porch was yet untreated, but had been sanded.
Mouth pointed to an empty spot among the houses and barns. I looked and saw many of the officers of the Company talking and smoking.
"You are excused Mouth, get back to your tasks." I said firmly. It was weird leading slaves myself. It would take time to get used to it. I had good teachers however.
The roads between the houses, barns and the square had not yet been paved, or even graveled. It was rutted paths, where the old vegetation had been replaced by loose soil. Even ponies pulling a cart kicked up fine dust. If it rained it would turn into a muddy quagmire.
I walked toward the square. Every slave that passed me addressed me like an enlisted man would an officer.
"Good morning Alpha." A pony. "Morning boi."
"Good morning Alpha." One of the Senators bois. "Morning boi." On and on it went. It was only 50 yards to the square and I had to address nearly a dozen slaves. I heard John the cops hearty laugh, and doubled my pace.
"Hey Chef, welcome home." It was Gary he was riding a cart full of bricks pulled by a team of six ponies. I smiled and sneezed as the dust was getting thick. I waved and pointed to the square. He understood that I had been summoned. His nipples had been pierced and from his clit hung a large ring, clearly pieced above his urethra behind his clit head. It was a thick gauge, and was as big around as a wrist cuff. The ring made it impossible for him to fuck anyone or get sucked ever again. I wondered what crime he had committed.
I finally made it to the six Masters in the square. I found mine and knelt at his feet.
"Well Ryan, what do you think?" Master asked.
"Master, I am glad I am an indoor slave. It is impressive Master." I shivered. It was about 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
"We need for those that don't know who you are, to recognize your authority among the cunts and ponies. Would you prefer that you and the other Alphas have a different collar, or a piercing?" He asked.
I thought of what I had just seen on Gary, which was clearly my Masters doing.
"Collar Master, if the slave has the choice." I said in monotone.
"I told you, none of them want pierced tits. The Judge gave mine a gold collar, I think that works, and should be universal." Master said to the other men.
"You are in love with your boi, and don't want him in pain" A Master I had never seen before said.
I saw Master's fist clench.
"Fuck you Dale, I pierced my field Alpha so badly he can no longer have any clit enjoyment. That was your suggestion. That slave is fighting infection and is having issues pissing. You sir, are a true unsafe sadist. When you lose a slave to medical reasons because of your ignorance, I will see you voted off this property, and then we will have to keep you quiet ...permanently." Master lifted his fist.
John the cop, and president of the Company, grabbed my Master and held him back.
"Dan, you call yourself a Master. You don't know shit about running a household, let alone this farm." Dale mocked.
"Dale, I think I hear your wife calling you. You better go before she gets pissed and spanks you!" Master sneered, then chuckled. I heard a female voice. Master wasn't bullshitting.
"Dale! That garden boi came and then pissed all over the floor!!" The shrill voice exclaimed a second time. I looked in the direction. A woman in what could best be explained as "Amish" clothing, was standing in front of a half built house. Dale retreated. I was completely confused.
"I told you he was going to be trouble John. You are the President. Do something!" Master said.
