Legal Note: All characters are of legal age of 18 and above. The reference to boy is a reference for submissive and demeaning purposes.
Disclaimer: Slave Short stories are set in a universe that has accepted slavery as a part of its makeup. In this universe there are males that see themselves as a lower class called Faggots. Some people may find this too offensive or demeaning. If this is the case then these stories are not for you. If that is not the case please enjoy and send feedback. I am open to constructive criticism. Not flamers.
Note on story: Although most of the 'Slave Short' stories can be read in any order. It would be best to read The Spiral Downwards first. This story follows directly after the last. There will be another part of this story in a few weeks.
Signing your life away!
Marcus was completely naked in Manfred's office. The door was completely open for anyone could see in, if passing by. He was on his knees, head downward, hands to his side. His little cock cage was twitching. He looked nothing more than a common slave. Manfred had removed the thin silver chain around his neck he had been wearing for the past few weeks and replaced it with a pink collar.
A pink collar is now a universal symbol of being a faggot.
He had seen some young free faggots wear them on Pride marches and protests against the proposed changes in fag laws. He knew what it told people he was. He had been ordered to wait like this by the man he wished to be owned in some way by.
Manfred worked at his desk.
Marcus was anxious over the uncertainty that he felt inside. His heart was fluttering like a teenager in love. He knew there was a contract on Manfred's desk waiting for his signature. He had read it twice in full, out loud, as Manfred worked throughout the morning at his desk. Manfred made him repeat several parts several times. Manfred ordered Marcus to repeat himself in order to show his power over Marcus. Marcus understood that anyone could have heard it, and most probably did. Marcus was not sure what he was waiting for, yet he knew that he was waiting for something, or someone. Perhaps it was only for humiliation purposes so others discovered his fate. Marcus heard a few giggles in the hallway and then he felt his dicklet try to get hard.
It must have been past midday when someone spoke to Manfred. "The judge is now here!" Lewis's voice was distinctive.
"Good!" Manfred moved looking up from his desk. "Is the arena set up for this evening?" Manfred enquired about progress of the working day.
"All parts of the email are prepared." Lewis explained. "The twins will be present this evening too."
Marcus had seen the twins work up close and personal. He got turned on by how they humiliated and punished slaves. How the slaves screamed made his cage leak. He liked to see slaves suck harder after they had been to see the twins in their work room. Marcus showed signs of excitement. He could hope that he would one day have the honour to be man handled by these two Alpha studs.
Marcus lost himself for a moment until someone entered the room.
"You need to control yourself boy!" A much older voice was heard, as he clipped Marcus at the back of the head.
"Look up boy!" he ordered, taking Marcus' head and tilting it up from below his chin. Marcus made eye contact with a much older man who quickly spat in his face. He didn't move. He knew that this man, the judge wouldn't like to see him moving. He knew what these type of men were like. They weren't talkers, they are all men of action! The judge was a man of efficiency. He had come to perform a job and that is what he would do.
He could hear more giggles from the hallway. He knew that it was the other slave hands. The door was open, and others were watching his demise.
"We have witnesses!" The judge pointed out the obvious.
"Good!" Marcus heard Manfred telling the boys to come into the room and he distinctly heard Damon's voice as well as Lewis's.
"Now faggot, no speaking. I want nods and shakes only." The judge demanded, as he squeezed Marcus' left tit hard. He grimaced in pain.
"I need silence as this is recorded on tape." The judge informed the room. "You. I want you to tell the tape the movement of the boy's head."
"Yes. Sir!" Damon spoke up loud as Marcus's heart sank. His former best friend was going to be the one that delivers his choices on tape. The spit was trickling down his face as the judge organised things. Marcus could now see the judge in front of him. He saw Manfred at the side too. Other familiar faces were around him. There was no going back now. He was totally outed.
"Is it true that you recognise yourself as a faggot?" he was asked. Instantly the boy nodded.
"The faggot nods its head!" Damon declared to the recorder. The room burst out in laughter.
"Although calling him faggot is ok, because he accepts that, he is still a Freeman that has not declared his pronouns. We need to stick to he and him rather than it and, well, whatever we usually call slave fags!" the judge explains, "Also try and be silent through the recording. It needs to be clear!"
"Is it true that you wish to be Manfred Giles' free fag consort and you wish to become his fag wife?" the boy nods again.
