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Being a sissy slave for child hood friend Timothy Lynx was a harsh cruel reality

Being a sissy slave for child hood enemy Timothy Lynx was a harsh cruel reality. Brittany formerly known as Brian had been under the supervision of Timothy for six months now. Living in the bleak mountainous area of North America, there was little room for escape. The vast baron land that encircled the mansion stretched for miles. Brittany had tried with all her courage to escape, though plans had been either deterred by Timothy or she had been caught by rangers of the north patrol.

The present day was 2036; various laws had been passed in the now fascist America, preventing people from a life with equality. If you had money in this extreme environment, usually citizens would be ok. Be able to live a normal prosperous life, whilst under the watch full eye of American government. If you were in a life stricken with poverty, people would be rounded up, given the opportunity to work hard labour in the coal mines. Or face the repercussions, various left wing militant groups were set up to try and destroy government, but they were often defenceless in attack. All over the country they were wiped out, now people had decided to bow down to the corporate state, and with this government was able to assert their power.

They brought in wealthy business men, who owned the vast quantities of American land, these owners were given the chance to take in the people that had been rounded up. They would be given jobs working on fields, factories and other profitable organisations. In return the government was given products which could be sold all over Western Europe and the third world. This provided America with the one aspect of life they loved most, military. A cold war had been brewing for many years and America wanted to spear head the greatest force.

So that is America, short and sweet and the unfortunate situation Brittany was in. Timothy Lynx was only seventeen years old; his late father had passed away during the bitter cold war, leaving Timothy to a very wealthy establishment. He was now the leading proprietor in Lynx industries, leaving him with all sorts of assets which he used wisely and carefully. Timothy like most teenage boys, was young and Horney, before his father had passed away he fantasized about having his own private slave ranch. Were he could release his sexual needs and dominate slaves alike. If there was one thing American patriotisms had taught him it was that you had to be harsh and ruthless in life. It was the beginning of a new hope for Timothy, being a very wealthy young man he had become very acquainted with government, and he too was offered the chance to take on slave labour workers. His ranch consisted of two things one a tobacco plantation, the other cocaine. America had legalised the produce and distribution of cocaine, rearing it on the fields of Colorado. Cocaine brought in millions of dollars and Timothy?s ranch was just one of many organisations that grew the deathly plant. Rolling in the cash meant one thing for Timothy, privileges.

He had over 200 hundred labour workers, which were made to work exhausting hours on the fields. Theoretically they could be working for up to fourteen hours a day, in the blistering heat as it rained down on their tender bodies. Shackled and whipped into tiny cabins is where Timothy stored the workers. They were given sufficient foods, meeting the new required dietary needs of American laws. Only the moderately wealthy and rich were allowed to carry on eating fine delicacies of the past world. Migrant workers would be feed a nutritious array of nuts and wheat bread, supplemented by quorn meat. As I said before Timothy was interested in the development of his own batch of slaves, male and female. When he and his board of directors were taken to file a group of workers to come to the ranch in Colorado Timothy paid special attention to the one?s he saw fit to take on the roles of sexual slaves. He licked them young and spunky, 14, 15 and 16 were his desired age group, though he did have a certain fetish for older more experienced women. He wanted a team of around five sexual slaves to begin with, gradually building them up to either be sold or to live out a life on the ranch. This is where Britney came in to the picture. Whilst Timothy was on a conference in Denver, specifying and choosing his workers, he was intrigued by the look of Britney. Oblivious to Timothy, he was actually a school companion of Britney. Strung up by a chain, which was fastened to a collar, Britney looked down in sadness, knowing his fate. Knowing he was to become another grain of sand in the cruel world of modern slavery.

He was a boy of sixteen, and had a fine slender physic. He stood there completely naked, his cock and balls hanging low, his hands retracted behind his back and fastened with pair of hand cuffs. Timothy wandered over to the unfortunate soul, and raised a hand to the boy?s groin. He moved his hand over the sensitive area, cupping his balls and squeezing tightly making the boy squeal in pain. Timothy looked at the boy making precise eye contact, initiating a wave of energy to go through Britney?s body. He knew who it was but he wasn?t sure Timothy did. Timothy had already rounded up a fine set of labour workers. Both men and women, he went for the strong ones assuming they would be able to tolerate and sustain the life of a slave worker.

Although he had other ideas for Britney, that being to turn him into nothing more than a sissy slave. Timothy conferred with his directors and after careful consideration decided to purchase the boy, and to Timothy?s delight turn him into a sex slave. Money was no object for Timothy so Britney was sold to him, by a short stocky man for an agreed price of fifteen thousand dollars. Apparently Britney was of the highest quality, and had been taken in as a labourer when he was unable to pay off his huge credit card debts. America thought very lowly of debt evasion, so Britney was personally assured that he was going to serve a life of bitter harshness, to teach him the valuable lesson that evasion is a serious crime.

So the slaves and Britney were rounded up and towed back to the ranch in a truck. Each slave bound and gagged and dumped into the back ready to serve a life of work. They left the conference and returned back to the ranch, a two day ride in which the slaves were given no water, and kept in isolated conditions. Timothy returned in the company helicopter, taking less than an hour.

Timothy had big plans for Britney, though he would only implement his plans once in a one to one situation with the boy. At first Britney and the others were put to work on the ranch fields, Timothy wanted to make sure he had picked the right slave for the job. He watched them from a deck chair in his enclosed garden. Whilst drinking a southern comfort with ice, and smoking a cigarette he gazed upon Britney, taking in his qualities, and muscle strength. He was not the biggest of boys, but could also carry a far bit of produce, he had a good work ethic, and a report from the prison guards in charge, was good. The slaves would often look at the great mansion which they would never step in, becoming envious of Timothy and all his expensive assets. Generally Timothy would just stare back and laugh at them, some times coming down and whipping the slaves to increase their productivity in work related matters.

Timothy decided that the day had come to initiate Britney to his new practices, so he informed one of the guards to bring Britney up to the house after working on the fields had finished.

Britney himself felt rather bemused that he was being brought up to the house. Was he getting out he thought? Had God issued him with an escape route which he had prayed for every night before his short hours of rest? They walked into the great mansion and into Timothy?s office, were he instructed the guard to leave, so to give the two of them a little breathing space.

Britney stood there with a glint of hope in his eyes. Timothy just stared back, for full well knowing the boy was not here to be released, he began to speak

?So Brian, you know why you are on this ranch, I have filed through your reports and personal details, and it just doesn?t look good. Tax evasion is a serious crime, but I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. What if I was to tell you I could offer you a way out, of field work??

The young boy?s increased his desired intentions, which maybe God had spoken to him, though he was a little puzzled, there must be a catch.

?Yes sir, I am very interested in your gesture, I feel very grateful that you have asked me such a prosperous question?

All slave labourers had been given strict training; they must always give the highest respect to a member of staff, or some one in higher authority. And speaking to the owner of Lynx ranches was about as high as you could get.

?Well I admire your attitude boy, but don?t get your hopes up I am not offering you a way out. One because I am under contract from the American government to either keep my labourers or sell them to other trade organisations. However what would you rather be doing working out on the field day after day, constricted socially and un able to lead lets say, a more normal life. Or what I have got to offer?.

Timothy chuckled to him self secretly knowing for full well he was going to turn the boy into a submissive pussy slut, though he wanted to bring the boy in gradually, shedding an array of false hopes into the boy?s mind.

?Well anything but that out there Sir. What is it you have to offer me??

?Well Brian, lets just look out of the window a moment, just look at those pathetic slaves. I am so glad I have built up my empire and abided by the American laws, going out there as a labourer was something that never crossed my mind. Just remember you can?t beat the forces of the world, especially the ones in our country. Either you are with them or your not, it?s not my fault which one you have chosen. It is an unfortunate state of affairs Brian, but I am confident you will choose me over fields?.

Timothy had begun undoing his trousers, whilst Brian was occupied with the window gathering his thoughts. He pulled them down and then his boxers, releasing his hard cock. He moved directly in front of Brian. A sudden impulse of sight form the corner of his eye shocked Brian. He turned round to look at the menacing cock, his jaw widening as he fully comprehended the situation. He stood there in silence mortified to speak.

?Take a look at it Brian, marvel at its beauty, a human cock is such an important part of one?s body and sexual relief is an important part of life.?

The boy stumbled slightly, and shook with fear. Never in a million years did he expect this to be happening. Timothy stared back into Brian?s eyes, a devious smile painting his face.

?What?s going on Sir, I don?t really understand what you mean?

?Hahaha, well it doesn?t take an Albert Einstein to understand why I have brought you up here Brian?

Brian looked back down to the cock, and a realisation set in.

?Just look at your body Brian, your face and sexy ass; you are the perfect specimen for my ranch, the prodigal son if you may. Yes Brian you I want you, you are going to become my bitch, either that or the fields, it?s your choice.?

Brian thought to him self what the fuck was going on, only ten minutes ago he had been working the fields, now he was in his bosses? office, being told he is to become some bitch. The worst aspect was the boy sat in front of him, sat so confidently in his nice posh suite, was only one year older than him, how fucking unfair was the world.

?I?m sorry sir I am going to have to decline your offer. For one I am not gay and 2 I?m not becoming some whore for you, I would rather work the fields day and night than do what you are asking.?

?Hahaha, it?s your decision boy, just remember it gets icy cold in the winter up here, you think the summer is hard. At least I am offering you a decent enough refuge, a warm place to stay, away from the rabble down there, I just want a little in return.? It was a lie.

Timothy had an oh so persuasive charm, he could turn it in and off when ever he wanted.

Brian proceeded in walking out of the office; he opened the door and carried on walking up to the fields when he stopped. He looked over at the workers, they looked so tired and drabbed, and if he went back he would undoubtedly die of exhaustion working the land. Sixteen hour days, and after only two months he was becoming isolated. But he couldn?t do what Mr Lynx asked him, or could he?

He weighed up the pros and cons. For one Mr Lynx had offered him a better way out, so although he assumed sucking cock would be bad, he would rather be doing that than working long hard days. As much as he hated himself for doing this, the sheer demoralising factor wasn?t affecting him. This is what any worker would have done and he felt slightly privileged in a humiliating way. He turned back, accepting Mr Lynx?s offer, already he was making the biggest mistake of his life.

Mean while Timothy was sat so confidently in his chair, legs spread arms folded behind his head. He had been monitoring the close circuit television, for some time now and he smiled wickedly when he saw Brian approaching.

Brian knocked on the door, he assumed this would be his only chance in life to make a change, and he wasn?t going to let it go to waste. He nearly did turn back once again though; the thought of cock sucking and ass fucking really made his stomach sink. The way Timothy had so deviously made him do this was extremely demoralising, he was so subtle in his requests, yet so persuasive. If Timothy Lynx had said something like that to him in the past life, he would have beaten him to a withered pulp, dashing his blood all over.

?Come in?

?Ahh, Brian I see you have had second thoughts, well I?m pleased. Just remember you have chosen the right path.?

He summoned Brian to move in closer, were Timothy raised a hand and placed it on Brian?s hand. He squeezed tightly, but in an affectionate sought of way. Brian felt a wave of harmony spread through him, was Mr Lynx falling for him he thought.

?Everything?s going to be ok Brian; all I?m asking you to do is a little house work for me, and occasionally to relieve me. Although you will still treat me with respect, I am still a figure of authority, and you will abide by the rules.

A smile painted Brian?s face, Mr Lynx was being so thoughtful towards him, looking at the boy you would expect a nasty piece of work, but Brian saw differently at this moment in time. Timothy loved every second of this, he could have easily chosen a more stern approach with the boy but false hopes really got his blood curdling. Most probably he could have made the boy his sissy slave on the first day, but the kick he was getting out of Brian now was too much of an excitement.

?Anyway Brian due to Legal legislations I am going to have to ask you to sign a few papers. Everything has to be documented in my business and sent off to the American government. So would you be as so kind to sign it for me?

Brian hesitated, this sought of thing happened on films he thought. There would be scenes were someone signs a paper, then not realising what they had done, hell would break out and they would have made a huge mistake. But that was films this was reality, steadily but surly he approached Mr Lynx and took the Parker pen form his hand.

?Just sign here, here and here Brian?

Brian, without even reading the document signed with his signature the papers, Timothy had the boy now, documented papers to prove it. Brian was unable to back out now he had signed him self off land working, and signed him self over to the personal property of Mr Lynx.

Timothy?s heart was pumping, how perfect is life he thought. Finally he could act out his perverse fantasies, all at the expense of a sissy slave.

Suddenly two of Timothy?s goons walked in the room. They were both huge black men, looking as though body building was their forte. Each one was dressed in tight black trousers, and a tank top. They approached Brian form behind and each grabbed his arms, tightly gripping him, preventing escape. Brian shook with fear, and began protesting, with all his effort he tried to break free from the merciless grip but he was too weak.

Timothy rose from his chair and walking over to the poor boy, he grabbed his balls. He groped at them, making sure he was hurting the boy.

?You have a nice set of balls Brian, or should I say Britney, perhaps we could attach some thing to them as a mark of your position. This signifies the beginning of your new life Brian, oh did I forget too mention you?re to become a cum filled dweeb. To put matters into a better perspective, say hello to your new status, Sissy slave Britney, enjoy.

One of the guards pulled a crow bar out of his pocket, before Justin could get a word out of his mouth, the heavy Iron bar descended down hitting him on the head. Britney fell to the ground unconscious smashing his face into the floor.

?Augustus, Derek take him away, I want him detained securely in the infirmary room. You will see I have purchased a new cage, place him in their. I plan on keeping him in solitary confinement for now, so leave a bowl of dog food, and water. This boy isn?t even eligible to have common slave food, he is now the lowest of the low, and I intend to keep him that way.

The two goons pulled the unconscious boy, dragging him carelessly across the marble floor. Blood streamed from the poor boy?s fore head, though the state he was in now, was probably the best he could hope for. Brian was beginning his descent into a worthless bitch, being unconscious was like heaven, compared to what was coming.

As they were walking out, a few of the slave workers noticed Brian?s state and stared over in panic, what had happened? Was he dead they thought? Stopping momentarily like this enraged the officers on duty.

?Get back to work you worthless dogs? one officer shouted

Three days passed before Britney came in contact with Timothy again. The cage he was in was agonisingly small. When he had been unconscious the two goons had stripped him bear ass naked and thrown him in. The room was very secluded and a wave of cold air swept in from the venting shafts. Trying to be as comfortable as possible, Britney had to lie on his back, legs spread. There was just enough room to accommodate his head, but his legs had to be spread and in the air at all times. This exposed his cock and balls on show for any one who came into the cell.

He tried to comprehend what was happening to his life, he was very scared. Being in a cage barley big enough to accommodate him was very daunting. Why did he sign those papers? Now he wished he was working on the fields?

The thought of being a lap dog for Mr Lynx made Brian fell nauseous, his stomach churning. His mind was on a different level when he was in the office, warped if you may. He had only ever fucked girls, he had never had the desire to participate in a gay relationship. He looked down to his cock, it was quite big he thought, he remembered when he was about fourteen and he first started fucking girls. He used to rip them apart with his monster, making them scream in lust. Being naked and the thought of being called Britney baffled Brian. Why would Mr Lynx want to call him Britney? So he just lay their contemplating his situation, trying to think clearly, but it was no use.

Around three hours later Brian was awoken by the creaking sound of the door opening. He gradually opened his eyes, to see Mr Lynx approaching. He was a little disorientated from his lack of sleep deprivation throughout the recent months.

?Ah how are you finding your new home Britney? I especially purchased that cage for you, so you should be grateful.?

?What the fuck are you doing, let me out of this cage I want to go back on the field work.?

?You?ve made your choice; I have the documents to prove it. You are now mine and you will be until I choose differently.?

Britney tried in a futile attempt to escape the cage. He rattled the bars with his hands, but to no prevails. He was securely locked in with no chance of getting out.

?All those things I told you about living an easier life in my house, occasionally having to please me, well they were a lie. I?m going to turn you into a completely degraded sissy whore. Brian you are to become a worthless bitch, and you have no choice in the matter.

I will be training you to become an excellent cock sucker; within the next few months you will learn how to be a good little girl. My needs are you?re main priority in life now, and you better not piss me off.?

Britney began blubbering into his hands, tears of desperation streaming down his face.

?It?s ok Britney; I love to see a bitch cry. That?s what worthless little girls are for.?

Timothy approached the cage and knelt down, he put his hand through and grabbed the poor boys balls, just enough to make the boy quiver. He braced himself not moving an inch; when someone has hold of your balls the worst thing you can do is try and move.

?Look at your balls Britney; they are so tender and delicate. I?m sure you wouldn?t want me to take them away from your body. Balls are an important part of a man?s body, with out them life would be pointless. Satisfy my needs and I will let you keep them. Alternatively I can chop them off and feed them to my dog Rustler. Then you would have no purpose in life, I would have to sell you to an Indonesian whore house. Which by the way usually keep the whores working day and night, life expectancy of around two years? So it?s up to you?

Britney was furious he moved forward as much as he could; spitting a huge glob of spit onto Mr Lynx?s face. The spit drooled down the front of his face dripping down his chin and onto the floor. Timothy expecting this retrieved a hanker chief from his pocket and smeared away the disgusting saliva. Britney was still in Denial, he just couldn?t accept his fate and he had just made one of the worst decisions of his life. Spitting on the boss of Lynx ranches was a serious crime and he would pay the price.

?Oh dear, oh dear, you have just made a very big mistake bitch. I was going to bring you down gradually but now I have no alternative, you?re in at the deep end now. To show you I am serious we will take a little exhibition tour of the ranch. I want to show everyone what a little worthless bitch you are, and in the most humiliating fashion.?

Suddenly Britney noticed the two goons walking in the room again; within seconds Augustus moved himself closer to the cage, and knelt down. He pulled out a long syringe and showed it to Britney?s scared face. Then he pricked the boy?s skin and shot in the liquid.? Britney fell unconscious, ready for Timothy to prepare him.

Thank you Augustus maybe later on I will give you and Derek a little private time with the bitch, if you know what I mean. The two of them left closing the door behind them; Timothy was ready for the preparations.

First of all he unlocked the padlocked secured cage; Britney was flat out the injection would keep her unconscious for approximately one hour. He pulled him out with some ease, and positioned him on the floor, dumping him down. Britney was being used like a lamb at an abattoir, nothing more than a piece of meat. Timothy put the unfortunate boy onto all fours, concealing his hands into eye bolts in the floor. He stood in doggy style position quite inviting for a fuck Timothy thought, that would have to come later though, he had more humiliating plans on his mind. To keep the bitch secure, his head was pulled up and a tight fitting noose was wrapped round his neck. This was kept taught by a chain which was pulled down from the ceiling.

Then Timothy decided a little cock play was in order, he was drastically being turned on himself, his cock throbbing beneath his trousers. He started wanking the boy, although unconscious his sensitive organ would still respond to being touched, and eventually his cock stood to full attention.

Timothy scurried over to a draw situated at the far end of the cell; he pulled out some objects ready to be used. He held out a cock ring, so as to sustain Britney?s erection, and a large ten inch dildo. Finally he pulled out his latest ingenious asset. It consisted of a large four pound weight, which had an eye hole situated at the base. A strong chain could be connected to the weight, and attached to either a man?s penis, or a women?s clitoris.

Although Timothy was unconscious, his nerve cells would still feel the pain as the dildo was inserted. Upon waking up the pain would be excruciating as he had never experienced a cock up his ass. Timothy added the cock ring and viciously shunted it down the base of the shaft. Then he decided instead of applying lube to the dildo, he would shove it in Britney?s ass raw, effectively causing more pain. Last but not least, the punishment weight was added. Timothy had watched videos on the internet of this instrument being used, and it wasn?t a pretty sight. He attached the chain to the cock ring and pulled it back, right through the boy?s legs keeping it taught, there for ensuring constant pain when the boy wakes up.

?Ahh that?ll each the bitch, to spit on me in future? said Timothy to himself.

He left the room, ready to return back in forty five minutes after a light lunch. Then the fun would really start; the teenage boy was in for a fierce whipping as well thought Timothy.

Being a sissy slave for child hood enemy Timothy Lynx was a harsh cruel reality. Brittany formerly known as Brian had been under the supervision of Timothy for six months now. Living in the bleak mountainous area of North America, there was little room for escape. The vast baron land that encircled the mansion stretched for miles. Brittany had tried with all her courage to escape, though plans had been either deterred by Timothy or she had been caught by rangers of the north patrol.

The present day was 2036; various laws had been passed in the now fascist America, preventing people from a life with equality. If you had money in this extreme environment, usually citizens would be ok. Be able to live a normal prosperous life, whilst under the watch full eye of American government. If you were in a life stricken with poverty, people would be rounded up, given the opportunity to work hard labour in the coal mines. Or face the repercussions, various left wing militant groups were set up to try and destroy government, but they were often defenceless in attack. All over the country they were wiped out, now people had decided to bow down to the corporate state, and with this government was able to assert their power.

They brought in wealthy business men, who owned the vast quantities of American land, these owners were given the chance to take in the people that had been rounded up. They would be given jobs working on fields, factories and other profitable organisations. In return the government was given products which could be sold all over Western Europe and the third world. This provided America with the one aspect of life they loved most, military. A cold war had been brewing for many years and America wanted to spear head the greatest force.

So that is America, short and sweet and the unfortunate situation Brittany was in. Timothy Lynx was only seventeen years old; his late father had passed away during the bitter cold war, leaving Timothy to a very wealthy establishment. He was now the leading proprietor in Lynx industries, leaving him with all sorts of assets which he used wisely and carefully. Timothy like most teenage boys, was young and Horney, before his father had passed away he fantasized about having his own private slave ranch. Were he could release his sexual needs and dominate slaves alike. If there was one thing American patriotisms had taught him it was that you had to be harsh and ruthless in life. It was the beginning of a new hope for Timothy, being a very wealthy young man he had become very acquainted with government, and he too was offered the chance to take on slave labour workers. His ranch consisted of two things one a tobacco plantation, the other cocaine. America had legalised the produce and distribution of cocaine, rearing it on the fields of Colorado. Cocaine brought in millions of dollars and Timothy?s ranch was just one of many organisations that grew the deathly plant. Rolling in the cash meant one thing for Timothy, privileges.

He had over 200 hundred labour workers, which were made to work exhausting hours on the fields. Theoretically they could be working for up to fourteen hours a day, in the blistering heat as it rained down on their tender bodies. Shackled and whipped into tiny cabins is where Timothy stored the workers. They were given sufficient foods, meeting the new required dietary needs of American laws. Only the moderately wealthy and rich were allowed to carry on eating fine delicacies of the past world. Migrant workers would be feed a nutritious array of nuts and wheat bread, supplemented by quorn meat. As I said before Timothy was interested in the development of his own batch of slaves, male and female. When he and his board of directors were taken to file a group of workers to come to the ranch in Colorado Timothy paid special attention to the one?s he saw fit to take on the roles of sexual slaves. He licked them young and spunky, 14, 15 and 16 were his desired age group, though he did have a certain fetish for older more experienced women. He wanted a team of around five sexual slaves to begin with, gradually building them up to either be sold or to live out a life on the ranch. This is where Britney came in to the picture. Whilst Timothy was on a conference in Denver, specifying and choosing his workers, he was intrigued by the look of Britney. Oblivious to Timothy, he was actually a school companion of Britney. Strung up by a chain, which was fastened to a collar, Britney looked down in sadness, knowing his fate. Knowing he was to become another grain of sand in the cruel world of modern slavery.

He was a boy of sixteen, and had a fine slender physic. He stood there completely naked, his cock and balls hanging low, his hands retracted behind his back and fastened with pair of hand cuffs. Timothy wandered over to the unfortunate soul, and raised a hand to the boy?s groin. He moved his hand over the sensitive area, cupping his balls and squeezing tightly making the boy squeal in pain. Timothy looked at the boy making precise eye contact, initiating a wave of energy to go through Britney?s body. He knew who it was but he wasn?t sure Timothy did. Timothy had already rounded up a fine set of labour workers. Both men and women, he went for the strong ones assuming they would be able to tolerate and sustain the life of a slave worker.

Although he had other ideas for Britney, that being to turn him into nothing more than a sissy slave. Timothy conferred with his directors and after careful consideration decided to purchase the boy, and to Timothy?s delight turn him into a sex slave. Money was no object for Timothy so Britney was sold to him, by a short stocky man for an agreed price of fifteen thousand dollars. Apparently Britney was of the highest quality, and had been taken in as a labourer when he was unable to pay off his huge credit card debts. America thought very lowly of debt evasion, so Britney was personally assured that he was going to serve a life of bitter harshness, to teach him the valuable lesson that evasion is a serious crime.

So the slaves and Britney were rounded up and towed back to the ranch in a truck. Each slave bound and gagged and dumped into the back ready to serve a life of work. They left the conference and returned back to the ranch, a two day ride in which the slaves were given no water, and kept in isolated conditions. Timothy returned in the company helicopter, taking less than an hour.

Timothy had big plans for Britney, though he would only implement his plans once in a one to one situation with the boy. At first Britney and the others were put to work on the ranch fields, Timothy wanted to make sure he had picked the right slave for the job. He watched them from a deck chair in his enclosed garden. Whilst drinking a southern comfort with ice, and smoking a cigarette he gazed upon Britney, taking in his qualities, and muscle strength. He was not the biggest of boys, but could also carry a far bit of produce, he had a good work ethic, and a report from the prison guards in charge, was good. The slaves would often look at the great mansion which they would never step in, becoming envious of Timothy and all his expensive assets. Generally Timothy would just stare back and laugh at them, some times coming down and whipping the slaves to increase their productivity in work related matters.

Timothy decided that the day had come to initiate Britney to his new practices, so he informed one of the guards to bring Britney up to the house after working on the fields had finished.

Britney himself felt rather bemused that he was being brought up to the house. Was he getting out he thought? Had God issued him with an escape route which he had prayed for every night before his short hours of rest? They walked into the great mansion and into Timothy?s office, were he instructed the guard to leave, so to give the two of them a little breathing space.

Britney stood there with a glint of hope in his eyes. Timothy just stared back, for full well knowing the boy was not here to be released, he began to speak

?So Brian, you know why you are on this ranch, I have filed through your reports and personal details, and it just doesn?t look good. Tax evasion is a serious crime, but I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. What if I was to tell you I could offer you a way out, of field work??

The young boy?s increased his desired intentions, which maybe God had spoken to him, though he was a little puzzled, there must be a catch.

?Yes sir, I am very interested in your gesture, I feel very grateful that you have asked me such a prosperous question?

All slave labourers had been given strict training; they must always give the highest respect to a member of staff, or some one in higher authority. And speaking to the owner of Lynx ranches was about as high as you could get.

?Well I admire your attitude boy, but don?t get your hopes up I am not offering you a way out. One because I am under contract from the American government to either keep my labourers or sell them to other trade organisations. However what would you rather be doing working out on the field day after day, constricted socially and un able to lead lets say, a more normal life. Or what I have got to offer?.

Timothy chuckled to him self secretly knowing for full well he was going to turn the boy into a submissive pussy slut, though he wanted to bring the boy in gradually, shedding an array of false hopes into the boy?s mind.

?Well anything but that out there Sir. What is it you have to offer me??

?Well Brian, lets just look out of the window a moment, just look at those pathetic slaves. I am so glad I have built up my empire and abided by the American laws, going out there as a labourer was something that never crossed my mind. Just remember you can?t beat the forces of the world, especially the ones in our country. Either you are with them or your not, it?s not my fault which one you have chosen. It is an unfortunate state of affairs Brian, but I am confident you will choose me over fields?.

Timothy had begun undoing his trousers, whilst Brian was occupied with the window gathering his thoughts. He pulled them down and then his boxers, releasing his hard cock. He moved directly in front of Brian. A sudden impulse of sight form the corner of his eye shocked Brian. He turned round to look at the menacing cock, his jaw widening as he fully comprehended the situation. He stood there in silence mortified to speak.

?Take a look at it Brian, marvel at its beauty, a human cock is such an important part of one?s body and sexual relief is an important part of life.?

The boy stumbled slightly, and shook with fear. Never in a million years did he expect this to be happening. Timothy stared back into Brian?s eyes, a devious smile painting his face.

?What?s going on Sir, I don?t really understand what you mean?

?Hahaha, well it doesn?t take an Albert Einstein to understand why I have brought you up here Brian?

Brian looked back down to the cock, and a realisation set in.

?Just look at your body Brian, your face and sexy ass; you are the perfect specimen for my ranch, the prodigal son if you may. Yes Brian you I want you, you are going to become my bitch, either that or the fields, it?s your choice.?

Brian thought to him self what the fuck was going on, only ten minutes ago he had been working the fields, now he was in his bosses? office, being told he is to become some bitch. The worst aspect was the boy sat in front of him, sat so confidently in his nice posh suite, was only one year older than him, how fucking unfair was the world.

?I?m sorry sir I am going to have to decline your offer. For one I am not gay and 2 I?m not becoming some whore for you, I would rather work the fields day and night than do what you are asking.?

?Hahaha, it?s your decision boy, just remember it gets icy cold in the winter up here, you think the summer is hard. At least I am offering you a decent enough refuge, a warm place to stay, away from the rabble down there, I just want a little in return.? It was a lie.

Timothy had an oh so persuasive charm, he could turn it in and off when ever he wanted.

Brian proceeded in walking out of the office; he opened the door and carried on walking up to the fields when he stopped. He looked over at the workers, they looked so tired and drabbed, and if he went back he would undoubtedly die of exhaustion working the land. Sixteen hour days, and after only two months he was becoming isolated. But he couldn?t do what Mr Lynx asked him, or could he?

He weighed up the pros and cons. For one Mr Lynx had offered him a better way out, so although he assumed sucking cock would be bad, he would rather be doing that than working long hard days. As much as he hated himself for doing this, the sheer demoralising factor wasn?t affecting him. This is what any worker would have done and he felt slightly privileged in a humiliating way. He turned back, accepting Mr Lynx?s offer, already he was making the biggest mistake of his life.

Mean while Timothy was sat so confidently in his chair, legs spread arms folded behind his head. He had been monitoring the close circuit television, for some time now and he smiled wickedly when he saw Brian approaching.

Brian knocked on the door, he assumed this would be his only chance in life to make a change, and he wasn?t going to let it go to waste. He nearly did turn back once again though; the thought of cock sucking and ass fucking really made his stomach sink. The way Timothy had so deviously made him do this was extremely demoralising, he was so subtle in his requests, yet so persuasive. If Timothy Lynx had said something like that to him in the past life, he would have beaten him to a withered pulp, dashing his blood all over.

?Come in?

?Ahh, Brian I see you have had second thoughts, well I?m pleased. Just remember you have chosen the right path.?

He summoned Brian to move in closer, were Timothy raised a hand and placed it on Brian?s hand. He squeezed tightly, but in an affectionate sought of way. Brian felt a wave of harmony spread through him, was Mr Lynx falling for him he thought.

?Everything?s going to be ok Brian; all I?m asking you to do is a little house work for me, and occasionally to relieve me. Although you will still treat me with respect, I am still a figure of authority, and you will abide by the rules.

A smile painted Brian?s face, Mr Lynx was being so thoughtful towards him, looking at the boy you would expect a nasty piece of work, but Brian saw differently at this moment in time. Timothy loved every second of this, he could have easily chosen a more stern approach with the boy but false hopes really got his blood curdling. Most probably he could have made the boy his sissy slave on the first day, but the kick he was getting out of Brian now was too much of an excitement.

?Anyway Brian due to Legal legislations I am going to have to ask you to sign a few papers. Everything has to be documented in my business and sent off to the American government. So would you be as so kind to sign it for me?

Brian hesitated, this sought of thing happened on films he thought. There would be scenes were someone signs a paper, then not realising what they had done, hell would break out and they would have made a huge mistake. But that was films this was reality, steadily but surly he approached Mr Lynx and took the Parker pen form his hand.

?Just sign here, here and here Brian?

Brian, without even reading the document signed with his signature the papers, Timothy had the boy now, documented papers to prove it. Brian was unable to back out now he had signed him self off land working, and signed him self over to the personal property of Mr Lynx.

Timothy?s heart was pumping, how perfect is life he thought. Finally he could act out his perverse fantasies, all at the expense of a sissy slave.

Suddenly two of Timothy?s goons walked in the room. They were both huge black men, looking as though body building was their forte. Each one was dressed in tight black trousers, and a tank top. They approached Brian form behind and each grabbed his arms, tightly gripping him, preventing escape. Brian shook with fear, and began protesting, with all his effort he tried to break free from the merciless grip but he was too weak.

Timothy rose from his chair and walking over to the poor boy, he grabbed his balls. He groped at them, making sure he was hurting the boy.

?You have a nice set of balls Brian, or should I say Britney, perhaps we could attach some thing to them as a mark of your position. This signifies the beginning of your new life Brian, oh did I forget too mention you?re to become a cum filled dweeb. To put matters into a better perspective, say hello to your new status, Sissy slave Britney, enjoy.

One of the guards pulled a crow bar out of his pocket, before Justin could get a word out of his mouth, the heavy Iron bar descended down hitting him on the head. Britney fell to the ground unconscious smashing his face into the floor.

?Augustus, Derek take him away, I want him detained securely in the infirmary room. You will see I have purchased a new cage, place him in their. I plan on keeping him in solitary confinement for now, so leave a bowl of dog food, and water. This boy isn?t even eligible to have common slave food, he is now the lowest of the low, and I intend to keep him that way.

The two goons pulled the unconscious boy, dragging him carelessly across the marble floor. Blood streamed from the poor boy?s fore head, though the state he was in now, was probably the best he could hope for. Brian was beginning his descent into a worthless bitch, being unconscious was like heaven, compared to what was coming.

As they were walking out, a few of the slave workers noticed Brian?s state and stared over in panic, what had happened? Was he dead they thought? Stopping momentarily like this enraged the officers on duty.

?Get back to work you worthless dogs? one officer shouted

Three days passed before Britney came in contact with Timothy again. The cage he was in was agonisingly small. When he had been unconscious the two goons had stripped him bear ass naked and thrown him in. The room was very secluded and a wave of cold air swept in from the venting shafts. Trying to be as comfortable as possible, Britney had to lie on his back, legs spread. There was just enough room to accommodate his head, but his legs had to be spread and in the air at all times. This exposed his cock and balls on show for any one who came into the cell.

He tried to comprehend what was happening to his life, he was very scared. Being in a cage barley big enough to accommodate him was very daunting. Why did he sign those papers? Now he wished he was working on the fields?

The thought of being a lap dog for Mr Lynx made Brian fell nauseous, his stomach churning. His mind was on a different level when he was in the office, warped if you may. He had only ever fucked girls, he had never had the desire to participate in a gay relationship. He looked down to his cock, it was quite big he thought, he remembered when he was about fourteen and he first started fucking girls. He used to rip them apart with his monster, making them scream in lust. Being naked and the thought of being called Britney baffled Brian. Why would Mr Lynx want to call him Britney? So he just lay their contemplating his situation, trying to think clearly, but it was no use.

Around three hours later Brian was awoken by the creaking sound of the door opening. He gradually opened his eyes, to see Mr Lynx approaching. He was a little disorientated from his lack of sleep deprivation throughout the recent months.

?Ah how are you finding your new home Britney? I especially purchased that cage for you, so you should be grateful.?

?What the fuck are you doing, let me out of this cage I want to go back on the field work.?

?You?ve made your choice; I have the documents to prove it. You are now mine and you will be until I choose differently.?

Britney tried in a futile attempt to escape the cage. He rattled the bars with his hands, but to no prevails. He was securely locked in with no chance of getting out.

?All those things I told you about living an easier life in my house, occasionally having to please me, well they were a lie. I?m going to turn you into a completely degraded sissy whore. Brian you are to become a worthless bitch, and you have no choice in the matter.

I will be training you to become an excellent cock sucker; within the next few months you will learn how to be a good little girl. My needs are you?re main priority in life now, and you better not piss me off.?

Britney began blubbering into his hands, tears of desperation streaming down his face.

?It?s ok Britney; I love to see a bitch cry. That?s what worthless little girls are for.?

Timothy approached the cage and knelt down, he put his hand through and grabbed the poor boys balls, just enough to make the boy quiver. He braced himself not moving an inch; when someone has hold of your balls the worst thing you can do is try and move.

?Look at your balls Britney; they are so tender and delicate. I?m sure you wouldn?t want me to take them away from your body. Balls are an important part of a man?s body, with out them life would be pointless. Satisfy my needs and I will let you keep them. Alternatively I can chop them off and feed them to my dog Rustler. Then you would have no purpose in life, I would have to sell you to an Indonesian whore house. Which by the way usually keep the whores working day and night, life expectancy of around two years? So it?s up to you?

Britney was furious he moved forward as much as he could; spitting a huge glob of spit onto Mr Lynx?s face. The spit drooled down the front of his face dripping down his chin and onto the floor. Timothy expecting this retrieved a hanker chief from his pocket and smeared away the disgusting saliva. Britney was still in Denial, he just couldn?t accept his fate and he had just made one of the worst decisions of his life. Spitting on the boss of Lynx ranches was a serious crime and he would pay the price.

?Oh dear, oh dear, you have just made a very big mistake bitch. I was going to bring you down gradually but now I have no alternative, you?re in at the deep end now. To show you I am serious we will take a little exhibition tour of the ranch. I want to show everyone what a little worthless bitch you are, and in the most humiliating fashion.?

Suddenly Britney noticed the two goons walking in the room again; within seconds Augustus moved himself closer to the cage, and knelt down. He pulled out a long syringe and showed it to Britney?s scared face. Then he pricked the boy?s skin and shot in the liquid.? Britney fell unconscious, ready for Timothy to prepare him.

Thank you Augustus maybe later on I will give you and Derek a little private time with the bitch, if you know what I mean. The two of them left closing the door behind them; Timothy was ready for the preparations.

First of all he unlocked the padlocked secured cage; Britney was flat out the injection would keep her unconscious for approximately one hour. He pulled him out with some ease, and positioned him on the floor, dumping him down. Britney was being used like a lamb at an abattoir, nothing more than a piece of meat. Timothy put the unfortunate boy onto all fours, concealing his hands into eye bolts in the floor. He stood in doggy style position quite inviting for a fuck Timothy thought, that would have to come later though, he had more humiliating plans on his mind. To keep the bitch secure, his head was pulled up and a tight fitting noose was wrapped round his neck. This was kept taught by a chain which was pulled down from the ceiling.

Then Timothy decided a little cock play was in order, he was drastically being turned on himself, his cock throbbing beneath his trousers. He started wanking the boy, although unconscious his sensitive organ would still respond to being touched, and eventually his cock stood to full attention.

Timothy scurried over to a draw situated at the far end of the cell; he pulled out some objects ready to be used. He held out a cock ring, so as to sustain Britney?s erection, and a large ten inch dildo. Finally he pulled out his latest ingenious asset. It consisted of a large four pound weight, which had an eye hole situated at the base. A strong chain could be connected to the weight, and attached to either a man?s penis, or a women?s clitoris.

Although Timothy was unconscious, his nerve cells would still feel the pain as the dildo was inserted. Upon waking up the pain would be excruciating as he had never experienced a cock up his ass. Timothy added the cock ring and viciously shunted it down the base of the shaft. Then he decided instead of applying lube to the dildo, he would shove it in Britney?s ass raw, effectively causing more pain. Last but not least, the punishment weight was added. Timothy had watched videos on the internet of this instrument being used, and it wasn?t a pretty sight. He attached the chain to the cock ring and pulled it back, right through the boy?s legs keeping it taught, there for ensuring constant pain when the boy wakes up.

?Ahh that?ll each the bitch, to spit on me in future? said Timothy to himself.

He left the room, ready to return back in forty five minutes after a light lunch. Then the fun would really start; the teenage boy was in for a fierce whipping as well thought Timothy.

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Relocation By Choice Part I ?. ?Ladies & Gentlemen, in a few moments from now we would be landing at the Heathrow?.?.? I woke up to a crisp British accentuated English in my cramped economy class seat as my mind slowly recollects bits & pieces of my thoughts.? I check my seat belt and as the aircraft descend gradually I repeat a question to me which I have asked myself a thousand times now? ?Am I sure I want to do this???.? I am reaching London to serve a group of 5 men & 3 women...

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Humiliating Ways to Make Your Slave Masturbate

1. The slave must eat his own cum. To my mind, this is a basic requirement, omitted only when Mistress is feeling merciful. Not only is it very humiliating for most men, performing such an act immediately after coming, when desire and therefore submissiveness is at its lowest level, is difficult for many. Drinking it from a cupped hand and licking the hand clean is the simplest method, but squirting into a shot glass, drink, or cup of coffee can also be fun. 2. When the slave has not come for...

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