BR-117 Alex’s Slaveboy

Excerpt

“Instead, your whole life will revolve around serving me and my needs… My wishes are what will be always paramount in your mind—yours will no longer count… This will not be a partnership… You will be totally giving yourself, mind and body, to me—to do with as I choose… Do you still agree?”

“I do, Sir.”

He paused a few moments to let what he had said—and what I had agreed to—sink in. Then he went on in the same slow, deliberate voice, inexorable in the demands he made—in what he expected of a slave-in-training…

“I may demand that you submit your body to a branding iron. To having a red hot metal image of my mark pressed against your flesh… Do you agree in advance that if I so wish, I have the right to demand it of you?”

I swallowed. Slavery was one thing. I had dreamed of it for years. But I had been burned once or twice—and the pain was truly horrible. I couldn’t imagine voluntarily submitting to having a red hot iron pressed into my skin.

But then I took hold of myself. I wanted this man as my master. Desperately wanted him. Being branded might hurt—but the pain would go away after a while…

“I agree in advance, my Master,” I said, choosing my words carefully, underlining that I already thought of myself as his…

“And you agree that once I have trained you; turned you into a real slave, you accept I may rent you to other men, or even sell you if I so choose, to serve others as I will have trained you to serve me…?”