Marcus was a slave hand. He was one of the best ones that worked on The Manfred Giles Pony horse estate. He worked hard and he was a loyal worker of the estate. Recently he had seen a drama involving some new ponies and a careless slave hand and he knew it wouldn't be long before that particular worker returned to the estate. The slave hand had spoken to Marcus since his suspension and knew that he was to report to Manfred Giles once he returned. Marcus could only imagine what would happen there.
Among most of the staff and slaves he witness the two escaped slaves receiving a public punishment. He had also looked up towards Manfred's seats and saw the slave hand who had caused all this commotion. He noticed like everyone else that the boy was being touched by Manfred. Marcus knew that it was a mark of disrespect. When a freeman mauled another freeman like that. The poor boy's career was clearly over to everyone. Apart from the slave hand.
What bothered Marcus was his throbbing hard on in his shorts. His longing for it to be himself being mauled in such a way by Manfred Giles, a man three times his age. He almost yearned for to be one of those slaves he fucked regularly. He saw them push back onto this real mans fuck pole and take it as they deserved. He understood that Manfred had a power beyond just being their owner. It was almost as though once the slaves where penetrated for the first time they were marked with the magic of the want for more. This was another thing that bothered him. He had never been fucked and yet he yearned this filthy old man's cock.
The return of the slave hand who had caused all of the trouble wasn't pretty. Marcus passed by the office that morning and noticed that the door was ajar. Himself and a few other slave hands witness Manfred making the now naked collared slave fuck itself on Manfred's cock. Manfred had got the boy enslaved through a law that slave owners can claim freemen for slaves if they leave them in detriment in any way. The slave hand had slowed down the process of the farm for almost a week. The other hands where disgusted and yet Marcus could feel his medium size cock pulse to the beat of the boys riding itself on Manfred's cock. The hands all vanished when the slave Police arrived.
Later that morning the head stable hand, Lewis walker asked Marcus to take some papers for Manfred to sign. His office door was open. He walked in and the old man wasn't there. He could still smell sex. He saw an open tub of slave spunk on the side and a few drops on the table too. Marcus placed the papers on Manfred's desk and knew he should have walked out straight away. He didn't, instead Marcus, almost voluntarily moved towards the tub of 'milk boy juice' and leaned forward. He sniffed it. He always liked the smell. Suddenly he came back to reality and understood his fate if he had stayed much longer. He rushed to the door. On the way down the corridor, he saw Manfred. He told him the paperwork from Lewis was on his desk. He thought that was the end of that.
A day later the enslaved slave hand returned. He was naked and smooth as a new slave boy. It came apparent that he would serve Manfred in his bed chambers at the large manor house. The boy already looked broken and dripping with cum. Marcus was sure that Manfred was purposely doing this in order to be a deterrent to the other hands. However, Marcus was finding that this having an opposite affect on himself. He needed to distract himself. His thoughts were getting out of hand.
That evening back at home there was a debate on television with Reggie Finn. Talking about Faggot slave rules and how he opposed the calls of them to be changed. Recently there had been a few cases where Faggot slaves had enslaved themselves by breaking the law. There was a case of a tv star who had done exactly that. Yet here was this billionaire slave trader who thought the opposite to most. He believed everyman who stayed within the limits of the law should have the right to choose if he voluntarily enslaved or lived there lives as free-fags. Reggie was asked if his own son was a fag. He replied this is exactly the issue that just because a man is gay that people who don't care to understand jump to the conclusion that they are faggots. There is a difference.
Marcus liked Reggie. In fact, most people did. Most people liked his son too, Lucas Finn. Marcus looked up Lucas online and saw he looked exactly like he did. Only with richer clothes. If this guy was a fag, then he was lucky to have a father like Reggie that understood him. At that point his mother called him down for dinner.
That night Marcus had a version of his reoccurring dream. This time he was being fucked doggie style by Reggie Finn in the ass and Manfred Giles in the mouth. Then they both changed spaces. Marcus woke up yet again with cum all over his boy bod. His fag-boy bod. The first step is admitting it to yourself.
He looked in the bathroom mirror and with a little sadness he said it out loud. "I'm not gay. I am a faggot". He understood the difference.
A week or so later he found himself in an unusual situation. He was on a late shift and Slave master Lucas had left early to take his wife out. Manfred was in the stables and nothing much was happening. Manfred saw the boy watching him. He had seen him a few times doing the same. "Is everything sorted for the night?" Manfred asked. "Yes sir" Marcus replied politely.
"Come with me" the man said to the boy "it is ok, you're not in any trouble". Marcus always felt safe round Manfred. He led him to his office. The man poured two whiskies. He sat down with a tablet in his hand. It was as though it was all planned. That because Lewis was off Manfred had arranged Marcus to work. It felt more so when Manfred showed Marcus the clip of him sniffing slave cum. Marcus didn't know what to say.
