Subjugated Man

By A.D. Ford

Would the world be a better place if women were in charge?
Heads of state and world leaders are now women, they have changed the world to be how they want it to be. With women in charge they have stopped the days of mail order brides, now we live in a world of rental husbands. We live in a world where men are secondary, used for whatever women want. Men are trained to be whatever their owner wants them to be: enforcer, worker, bodyguard or personal slave. Sold into slavery when he was a baby, Scott Magentas life is to be seen not heard, to be touched but never loved. His life is filled with death and pain while he is forced to be nothing but a glorified one night stand for the rich and powerful. Slaves are treated like show animals, they make their owner money and if they misbehave they can be punished by their owner. When the whole world doesnt see you as a person how can you be one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469153667

A.D. Ford

A.D. Ford is married and has two sons. Living in the Canadian country side writing this book was a way to connect with the rest of the world and open people’s eyes to how some extremists want the world to be.

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Four

Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy-One

Chapter Seventy-Two

Chapter Seventy-Three

Chapter Seventy-Four

Chapter Seventy-Five

Chapter Seventy-Six

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty-One

Chapter Eighty-Two

Chapter Eighty-Three

Chapter Eighty-Four

Chapter Eighty-Five

Chapter Eighty-Six

Chapter Eighty-Seven

Chapter Eighty-Eight

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Chapter Ninety

CHAPTER ONE

I love you Scott. Janelle said while I buttoned my pants.

I’m sure you do. I said and checked the money she gave me, to make sure it was all there.

Why do you say that? I do love you. She sat up and let the blanket fall. She was still undressed. I glanced at her, she was nothing but skin and bone. I didn’t think she could be thinner without dying. She was just what I needed, rich, stupid and a coke addict. I got my cash from her and a fix from time to time.

You pay me for my time. That time is up so I’m leaving. I grabbed my shirt and put it on.

When can I see you again? She asked.

Don’t know. I’ll call you when I have more time. I touched the door.

I really do love you Scott. Janelle said.

You love me when you can afford to. I opened the door and walked out.

I looked around the room and didn’t see my friends. I had enough money for the day so I went back to the slave house. I put the outside of my Dar back on, if my owner saw me without it on he would be mad at me. I looked at it for a second, this little piece of metal around my wrist didn’t look like much. Just a silver band around my wrist with a bar code on one side but it controlled me in every way. My owner could use my controller to cause me pain if he wanted and this bar code had all my information on it if scanned. Such a small thing did so much. I gave my head a shake and got out of the car. It was four in the morning so everyone was asleep. I went to my room and got in bed. The next morning I got up and went to the kitchen. My parents were sitting at the table. My mother was pregnant again. She was only six months along now. We both knew there was a chance the babies were mine this time. My mother made me have sex with her around the time she got pregnant. She had been having a hard time getting pregnant by my father, so thought what was the difference if she had a kid with me. I tried to stop her but she used my Dar on me and I passed out, when I came to she was already finishing up with me. She had the right to do whatever she wanted to me, I’m nothing but a slave and she is a free women but I still hated her for touching me. I hated her for raping me. I sat at the table and poured myself some cereal. My mother looked up from her food, I followed her gaze and saw my owner come in. Jim’s gut hung over his pants. This balding, fat gay man owned me.

Jim touched my face. Where were you last night? He asked me.

I went out with the boys. I said.

I wanted to see you. He sat down next to me

I felt his hand on my leg under the table. Sorry. My parents didn’t look at us.

You are a good boy Scott. Jim moved his hand off my leg and ran it through my hair, he leaned over so I kissed him. He owns me so I do whatever he wants. I looked at my mother and she didn’t even stop eating while this went on. My dad hung his head. How’s the babies? Jim asked my mother.

Doing very well. They are growing fast and kicking me like crazy. My mother said.

Glad to hear it. I’m going to miss you when you are finished with us. Jim said, he put his hand on my leg.

I can’t do this forever. She said with a smile.

My brothers came in. Good morning. Billy said.

Good morning boys, did you sleep well? Jim asked them.

Yep. They both said together. They were twins and always talking together.

Scott you have to see the therapist today. You better go. Jim said.

Sure. I replied and stood up.

Give me a kiss before you go. Jim said. I looked around the room. As always everyone pretended they couldn’t see or hear us when Jim made me kiss him. I leaned down and kissed him. I walked out to the car, and drove to the shrink’s office. Before I went inside I got out some of my coke. I would need a little help to get through this. I cut myself a line of coke and inhaled it. I sat for a while letting the high wash over me. A few seconds of peace was all but without it I couldn’t go on. When I was done I cleaned my face and went inside.

Hey Alice, I’m here for my appointment. I said to the girl behind the desk. Her hair was a different color today, pink. She died it once a week and I got to see a new girl each time I came. She was very young and doing this job to put her through school. She always gave me a warm smile when I came. Cute, plump and so sweet I couldn’t help but like her.

She’s ready for you. Alice said. I gave her a smile and walked over to the door. I took some deep breaths then walked in. Dr. Keener’s office always gave me the creeps, so clean and too organized. It was almost like she really didn’t do anything in this room. It felt like a showpiece not a real place.

Good morning Scott. Dr. Keener said. She pointed to the seat I always sat in. Her long dark hair in a bun like always, dressed in a suite with a skirt like always. Her glasses on a chain even though I’ve never seen her use them. I have been seeing her for a little over ten years, ever since I was seven, and everything about her seemed like it was an act, how the room looked to how she dressed. It was almost like she was pretending to be a shrink. In her mid-forties she was pretty but too hard for me to be attracted to.

Morning. I said and sat down.

You look tired. She walked over to me knelt down in front of me and touched my face.

I was out late last night… working. I said.

You know you shouldn’t do that. I won’t tell Jim you were working illegally, I wish you wouldn’t do that though. I’m always worried something will happen to you? She ran her hand down my chest.

You know I am grateful for everything you do for me. I said and kissed her. She got on top of me and we had sex in her office. This is how I spend every session with her. I’m only a personal slave so that’s all anyone wants from me. When she was done with me I left. I didn’t go home, I had some time left with Dr. Keener so I went to see my dealer before going home. I know when I go home I will have to sleep with Jim so I need something to help me get through it. I went to the door and a slot opened.

What do you want? A male voice behind the door asked.

Coke. I said with a smile.

How much?

As much as this will give me. I handed him the money I got last night.

Wait here. He shuts the slot. I stand on the street waiting for him to come back. A cop drives by and I put my hood up so he can’t see my face.

The door opens and the dealer I see is standing holding a brown bag. I’ve known him a long time, I met him when I was ten and started smoking pot. He’s short and always seems to be sick but I’ve come to know him and trust him. Here you go Scotty. The man hands me the brown bag.

Thanks. You know there are cops driving by here a lot. I said.

We’re moving next week. Our new location is in the bag. He walks back in the house.

I get in my car and drive back to the house. I sneak in so Jim won’t know I’m home yet. I got up to my room and do a few lines of coke. My brother walks in.

What are you doing Scott? Kyle asks me.

Coke. I put everything away.

Why do you do that stuff? He sits on the bed next to me.

Because I like it. I rubbed my face to make sure I didn’t have anything on it.

Whatever. Jim wants to see you. Kyle said.

Where is he? I got off the bed.

In the living room talking to mom and dad. Kyle said.

I walk out of the room and down to the living room. Jim and my parents are sitting in the living room talking about the new babies on the way. My mother is a breeder female and is getting paid for the babies. My dad is a breeder male and has to get her pregnant. I’m nothing but a pay check for my mom and nothing to my dad but the result of him being rapped. I stop in the door way and wait to be invited in. I hope Jim will take me to his room. Jim pats the couch next to him. I walk over and sit down knowing what he wants and can do nothing about it. He puts his arm around me. Jim has been my owner since birth and has been taking advantage of that since I was only four years old. Thirteen years of being rapped and molested by this man and nothing I can do about it.

I’ve been waiting for this since last night. Jim unbuttoned his pants.

I looked at him them to my parents. Like always my mom pretended I wasn’t there and my dad looked at the floor. I got off the couch and on my knees on the floor. This is my life. I have no way to make it stop and no one is going to help me. I give Jim a blow job and swallow his cum. I stand up and go back to my room. I sit on my bed and cover my head with my hands. Why did my parents have to do this to me? Why don’t they help me? Make him stop? I hear my door open and I look up to see my little sister standing there.

Scott, are you okay? Darla said and came in. She’s eight years old and has dark hair and blue eyes just like me. She and I have always been close through all this and she knows about what Jim and our mother does to me.

Yeah I’m fine Darla. I said and tried to give her a real looking smile.

Can I talk to you? She took a few more steps towards me.

Sure. I patted the bed next to me and she sat down. I put my arm around her. What can I do for you my dear?

Mom and dad and even Jim have started treating me different even since I got my period for the first time. She said while looking at the floor. I could see her ears going red.

Oh… different how?

Just talking about when I’m a breeder like mom and stuff. Now that I’m a women they all seem to think I’ll start doing that soon. She played with her nails.

Do you want to be a breeder? I moved my arm off of her shoulders and leaned forward on my knees.

I don’t want my kids to be slaves. She said very quiet. Mom tells me what she’s doing to you is not wrong because you’re a slave and she loves you so she can do what she wants. She tells me it’s okay because she loves you. I still think it’s wrong though. She kicked the carpet with her toe.

You’re right Darla, it is wrong to do what she’s doing to me. I’m her son and she shouldn’t touch me like she does but if you were a breeder you wouldn’t have to do that to your kids. I didn’t know if she wanted to be a breeder or not but I knew mom would push her to do it so I wanted to at least make it something she could do if she had to.

Mom just keeps saying she loves you so it’s okay. I love you and I don’t want to ever do anything like that to you. She smiled at me.

Well thanks. I don’t think you could though. Look at these tiny arms. I picked up her arm and put my hand around it. How could you ever force me to do anything. I laughed and she pulled her arm free.

Oh shut up. She laughed too. Thanks for talking to me Scotty. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me. She left.

I got out my rum and started drinking it. I couldn’t sleep most nights and drinking always helped me fall asleep. After I finished the bottle I got in bed and got into the only position I felt comfortable to go to sleep in, on my side with my back to the wall rolled up in a ball to protect myself. I wanted to get some sleep in the day so I could go out again at night and make more money. Coke cost a lot and I needed more of it to keep me going. I woke up to my mother getting in the bed with me. She pushed her hand up my shirt and rubbed her hand up and down my back. I pushed her away.

I have something for you, if you can find it you can have it. She said.

My mother rolled me over and got on top of me. I closed my eyes and just waited for her to be done with me. I knew fighting her would do me no good. Slaves don’t get to say no. She cuddled with me and made me feel the babies kick and when she tried to put her hand down my pants I stopped her.

Just leave me alone. I said.

Why? What can you do to stop me? She pressed against me, I didn’t try to stop her this time. Good boy. She touched the inside of my leg and moved towards my penis.

Stop. I begged and she kissed me.

I just want to play. She touched me and I grabbed her arm again and made her stop.

Don’t piss me off Scotty. She smiled. I know you want the coke, find and it’s all yours. I put my hands on her legs and felt her pockets. Mmmmm. She said in my ear.

Why can’t you just give it to me? I put my hands at my sides.

Where would the fun be in that? She kissed me and I turned my face away.

I moved my hands up her body and found the coke bag in her bra. She smiled. I slipped my hand under her shirt and made my way up to her. I stopped and she took my hand and pushed it under her bra. I got the coke and pulled my hand back out.

Now get off of me. I closed my hand and held the coke as tight as I could. I didn’t want her to take it back after what I did for it. I just wanted this to end. She let me go and walked out of my room. I put my face in my pillow and cleaned the tears off. I had to make this end. I couldn’t take it anymore, I didn’t want Darla to end up like our mother. I had to make this stop once and for all. I got up and went into Jim’s room, he was asleep. I got his wallet and took the cash he had. I got my keys and drove to my drug dealer’s place.

CHAPTER TWO

Back so soon, what do you want? The man at the door asks me.

A gun. I said.

Well. The man shuts the door and I wait. I know they can get a gun for me so I just have to wait for it. Rain hits me on the head, I put my hood up. Here you go my boy. He handed me a gun. I passed him the cash, he looked through it. It’s more than enough.

I don’t care. I checked to make sure the gun had bullets in it. I had three people to kill, Jim and my parents.

I decided to do it then next morning. No reason to wait. I would end them and my brothers, my sister and I would be safe from them. I wouldn’t have to watch my mother sell the babies she was pregnant with. I would kill them too when she died but they would be better off dead then being inbred slaves. I went to bed and made my plan. I would kill my mother first with a knife so no one would hear. Then I would kill my dad because he wouldn’t fight me off. He never wanted to hurt me himself but he did nothing when everyone else hurt me. Then I would kill Jim. I would make sure he suffered.

In the morning I got the knife and went to my room to do some coke to get me charged up for this. When I was done I got everything and went to find my mother. I found her in the nursery getting things ready for when the twins come. I walked up behind her. She heard me and turned around.

What are you doing here Scotty? She asked.

Nothing. I said.

Leave me alone. She turned back to the cribs. I walked up behind her and put my arm with the knife around her neck and cut all the way across. She grabbed her neck and went down. What… She said before blood filled her mouth.

Never again will you make money off the suffering of a child. I said. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in the back of my eyes. I dropped the knife and walked out of the room, leaving her to bleed to death. I found my father in the kitchen washing dishes. When I walked in he looked over at me.

Hi Scott. He said then saw the blood on my hands. What happened?

I killed mom. Now you. I held up the gun. He didn’t move.

Why would you do this? He asked.

You let him do it! You know what he does to me and you do nothing! I shot and hit him in the gut. He doubled over and went down.

I’m sorry… Scott… I’m so sorry. He said while he bled.

Why didn’t you stop him? He rapes me all the time and you did nothing. Tears were flowing down my face.

He did it to me as a child too. There is nothing I could do. Nothing anyone can do. He owns us… he can do whatever he wants. My dad was having a hard time holding his head up.

You die for what you allowed to happen to me. I started to leave so I could find Jim but he found me. He saw my dad on the floor.

What did you do? You little piece of shit! He grabbed me before I could get the gun up. He knocked me on the floor and the gun slipped out of my hand and across the floor. Jim put his hands around my neck and started to choke me. I heard someone come in.

Get off of him! Kyle yelled and jumped on his back. Jim threw him across the room. I saw my brother hit the counter top hard and land on the floor in a heap. His head made a sickening sound when it hit. Blood began to pool around him.

When Jim took his hand off me I punched him in the face and got up. I looked around for the gun but Jim found it first. He pointed it at me so I ran into the living room. Billy was there. Run! I yelled to him but Jim shot and it went in my back and out again. It hit Billy in the chest. I fell on him and everything went black.

CHAPTER THREE

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I saw an IV pole attached to me and found I had a curtain all around my bed. I was in a hospital room. I moved the blankets off and noticed had my right hand handcuffed to the bed. I found the call button and pushed it. A nurse came in.

Morning Scott. She walked over to my bed.

What happened? I asked.

You really made a mess of your house. Dr. Keener is going to come by and talk to you about what’s going to happen next. She left. I closed my eyes and drifted off again. When I woke Dr. Keener was in my room looking at my chart.

Well Scott, I’m going to have you stay with me until we can figure out what to do with you. Dr. Keener said. She replaced my chart on the end of the bed.

Live with you huh? I ran my free hand through my hair.

Is that a problem? She asked.

Nope. What about my brothers and sister? I asked.

I’m sorry to say but your brothers didn’t make it, and your sister is going to be put in foster care. Dr. Keener said.

Didn’t make it. What are you taking about?

When Jim pushed Billy he hit his head and bled to death, and the bullet that went through you hit Kyle and he didn’t make it through the surgery. She put her hand on my leg.

Jim killed them. It felt like my insides were ripped out. I was doing this to help my brothers and now they are dead. What have I done? I started to cry and Dr. Keener just stood up and walked out without a word to me. She never wanted to help me just fuck me. I only wanted to help my family and now my brothers are dead and my sister is alone. How did things go so bad?

I stayed in the hospital for a few weeks while I healed. When I was better Dr. Keener took me to my brothers’ funerals. My sister was there too but she didn’t want to talk to me. I looked at the pictures of my brothers next to their urns and couldn’t believe they were really gone. It seemed like only yesterday they were alive. Only fourteen years old and dead because of me. Dr. Keener took me back to her house after everything was done. She took me up to the room she had ready for me. It was just like her office, a showpiece not like a real home. She lived in a condo with three rooms to it. I was put up in her guest room. Everything felt fake and hard. I sat on the bed and she sat down next to me.

How are you doing? She asked.

I don’t want to talk about it. I got under the blankets and went to sleep.

As the months passed I kept to myself. Dr. Keener and I would sleep together. It only seemed right I kept doing that even with all that happened. Sex is my life, it’s all I know how to do right. Cops came by and they talked about what to do with me, like I was a rabid dog. When someone stepped forward who was willing to buy me and take on my special needs that was the end of the problem. I would be theirs to do what they wanted with. No one would tell me about my sister. They just told me she was being taken care of. I hated myself for what I did to my siblings, I still had to hope that their lives would be better without our parents in it.

Dr. Keener decided to make some money off of me, she couldn’t rent me out but she could put me on a TV show and make money off of my story. She got me booked on some day time show talking about kids who lived through trauma. I sat in the green room waiting for my turn to go on and make an ass out of myself. I had to be cuffed for the shoot, killing people got me on the danger list so when I didn’t have an enforcer slave with me I had to be cuffed. When it was my turn to go out I was taken by security and put in a chair next to the host. I looked over at them and she smiled at me.

Don’t be nervous, just pretend we are alone. She said and looked at the audience. I looked out at them, most of them were women. I played with my cuffs, a woman came over and put a mike on me. She put her hand up my shirt to get it in place. When she was done someone next to the camera gave us the count down and we were back on. Welcome back, I’m here with a young man named Scott Magenta. He’s just seventeen years old and he is a personal slave. Welcome Scott. She looked at me.

Hi. I said.

For everyone at home who doesn’t know about slaves why don’t we do a quick run-down of what you are? She smiled.

Sure, there are different types of slaves; workers, breeders, enforcers, personal and bodyguards. I said. My whole life I’ve been taught about slaves. If she wanted me to tell her about slaves I could talk all day about it.

Tell me about how they are different. She leaned in closer to me.

Worker slaves are the most common, they are the guys who do the labor work people don’t want to do. Bodyguards are just what they sound like, they will lay down their life to protect their owner. Enforcers are slaves who train other slaves. Breeders are breeders, they have kids to be sold into slavery. Then we have personal slaves like me, we do everything and anything the owner wants. I played with my cuffs, they were too tight and hurt a little.

I just never understood how this happened, I mean men were not always slaves right? She asked.

No, years ago men and women were equal and slaves didn’t exist but times changed and now we have male slaves all over. I shrugged.

I have to know what happened. She said.

Our country had a huge economic crisis, businesses were going down and people were starving. Then a company decided to offer people a deal; work for us and we will provide you with housing, food and anything else you need. All the worker had to do was sign over their freedom until they reached the age of fifty. I explained. This story was told to me by my father when I was a child.

People did this? They gave up their freedom for a place to live and food?

When faced with starvation people will do anything. They knew it wasn’t for life, just until they turned fifty. The company got cheap workers and the slaves got taken care of until they turned fifty and then they would be let go, with a little pay to get them started. I said.

If this was just a way for people to get cheap workers how did all the other stuff happen?

After so many men sold themselves for work the owners saw they had people who they could make do anything at all. They trained bodyguards to protect them and soon enforcers were needed to keep the other slaves in check. If someone is told they can do anything they want to someone without any legal issue they will take advantage of them. Having power over people will always corrupt. Women were hired as trainers and men were turned into living dildos. I gave a look at the audience and saw Dr. Keener, she smiled.

What about breeders? She asked.

Once the owners started using slaves for sex they decided they wanted to breed men to be their dream men. My parents were matched so I would have dark hair, blue eyes, be tall and have a natural build. I’m a product of someone deciding this combination looked good.

Wow, this is really interesting. We have to take a break now but when we come back more with Scott Magenta, the personal slave. She said and someone yelled cut. I can’t believe I didn’t know about any of this before. She said and looked at her cards.

It’s common knowledge for slaves. I said.

You’re doing great. She gave me a pat on the leg. Someone did the count down and the camera came back on. We’re back with Scott Magenta. He’s been telling us all about slavery. She said to the camera. I just have one more thing I need to know; why no female slaves? She asked and everyone laughed.

A women can always sell a child into slavery if she needs to. A breeder female lives with the slave owner while she is trying to get pregnant and during the pregnancy to make sure she stays healthy so the baby is born with the best prenatal care. I said.

What happens if a slave get hurt or sick?

Their owner has to provide them with any medical attention they need. It’s just like if someone has a pet, if the pet gets sick the owner has to get it medical attention.

So you’re saying a slave has similar rights to a dog or something? She gave me a smile and everyone laughed.

In some ways, yes. I hated being compared to a dog but as a slave it happened a lot.

Well I’m sorry to say we are out of time, thank you so much for talking with me today Scott. She reached over and shook my hand. Dr. Keener got me and took me back to her house. I made it through and didn’t have to talk about myself at all.

A few days after my eighteenth birthday she decided I had enough time and told me I had to see her again for sessions. She took me to her home office so we could talk. She got out her recorder and set it up on the table between us. I looked at my hands and heard her push record.

Scott eight two eight Magenta, age eighteen. How are you doing after the death of most of your family? She asked.

I can’t believe they’re gone.

Jim has gone to jail for the death of your brothers. Now we have to decide what to do with you and your sister. She looked through some papers the cops had given her.

Jim got punished for their death. I hope he rots in jail for what he did to them. Why don’t you just let us go? I can take care of us both. I said.

We can’t do that. You’re a slave and can’t be free. She is only ten years old so she needs someone to take care of her. Dr. Keener said.

I want to be able to help her in some way. I just didn’t want her to lose everything because of me.

She will be placed in foster care. If you want to help her I can set up a trust through your new owner so some of the money put aside for you will be given to her. The doctor said.

Where will I go? I asked.

Trisha Campbell has agreed to take you on. You will be sent there in a few days. I’ll miss you Scott. Dr. keener said and walked over to me. She put her hand on my chest and ran her hand up my shirt. I closed my eyes and she kissed me. Nothing changes, I just wanted her to be a normal shrink for once. We kissed for a while until she remembered the recorder was on. She smiled at me and shut it off. Sorry about that. I guess if anyone checks these tapes they will find out about us. You know I’m not doing anything illegal with you right? She asked.

I know. I’m just a slave so you and everyone else can do whatever you want with me. I said and kissed her again.

I didn’t want to talk so I would keep her mouth busy. We had sex in her office and when it was over I went to my room and took a long shower. Water ran down me and washed her away. I needed to get away from her and everything about my past. I could only hope that life with Trisha would be better. I didn’t want to be used by anyone anymore. I had to be my own man. Never again would I allow anyone to use me like Jim, Dr. Keener and my mother did. I went to bed with new resolve about my life. I would fight for my rights to be a human being. Not just a human dildo for whoever wants it. It’s my body and I should be the one making money off it. I wouldn’t allow myself to be rented, I would be my own man. I smile as I went to sleep. This is going to be fun.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day Dr. Keener woke me.

Trisha is here to pick you up. She said.

Alright. I got out of bed and Dr. Keener handed me a backpack. She decided what I was allowed to take with me. I didn’t bother look through it. If she decided what I got to take with me that is fine with me. I walked out of my room and went down the elevator to the lobby. I walked outside and saw a black car with a woman standing beside it. Her thick curly brown hair was in a loose tie and some of it got out and was blowing in the wind. She had almond colored skin and eyes that looked through me. She gave me a dark smile when I came outside.

Scott Magenta. Ready? She asked me.

I guess so. I gave Dr. Keener one last look and walked out. The women put me in the back and I saw the driver in the front.

Hello Scott my name is Sarah and I’m going to be your trainer at Trisha’s house. The woman said to me. I didn’t look at her, I just watched the trees fly by the car. Is there anything you want to know about before we get to the house.

No. I said and closed my eyes.

We drove for a long time and I fell asleep. I was shook awake by Sarah when we got to the house. Welcome to your new home. Sarah said and got out of the car.

I opened the door and grabbed my bag. I looked at Trisha’s house. It looked like a hotel. It had five stories. Impressive. Sarah took my hand and led me into the house. I looked around and saw a huge fence all around the property with enforcer slaves in the yard. They had a Dar in both wrists and were there to keep slaves like me in check. Using slaves to keep slaves in line, whoever thought of that is the smartest person in the world. This place was made to look like a hotel but it was really a prison, one designed to make men into objects. Sarah took me up to my room, I looked at the window and saw the bars. I dropped my bag on the floor, the room looked like a dorm room. A bed, dresser, desk and chair. Nothing special and I’m betting it’s the same in every room, than Sarah took me out of the room to show me around the floor I was staying on. Sarah pointed out the bathroom, one huge bathroom for each floor. She also pointed out her room and the room of the enforcer for my floor. Trisha ran a tight ship, this would not be easy on me. I was already feeling sick from not doing any coke for so long. My hands were shaking really bad so I shoved them into my pockets. We ended the tour of the area and went back to my new room. I sat on the chair and Sarah sat on the bed.

So Scott I haven’t had a chance to read your bio yet but I know you’re eighteen. I’m going to give you a clean slate here. You are old enough to have already been trained so I’m not going to be doing that. Have you been rented before? Sarah asked me.

No. I said.

Alright. I’ll go over what we do here for that. Other than that I’m not going to treat you badly because of what you did to your parents. You start fresh here. She smiled at me.

Great. I said.

So renting: once we get your rate you will be put up to be rented. You will get two percent of the money the clients give us for you. Three percent goes into a trust fund for you so when you are free you have some money to start your life with. She explained. I would make money too, well this I didn’t know. Trisha keeps ninety-five percent to cover your living costs and expenses, and her profit. Ninety-five percent in Trisha’s pocket, I’m really getting the short end of this deal. When a client comes to get you all you have to do is do whatever they want while you are with them. They can’t do anything to you that will cause damage. If they do you can call us and we will pick you up and take you back here. Sarah handed me a cell phone. You have to go see the doctor today to get your blood work done so we know if you are clean. Other than that you are free to walk around the place and do whatever you want. Don’t leave the house without permission. Sarah stood up. Come with me to see the doctor.

I followed her to the doctor’s office so I could have some blood work done. When he got the blood I went and talked to his nurse. She was older and a little over weight, the best mark. I have been using my good looks to get what I want out of women since I was twelve years old. I knew how to use women who felt like they could never get a man like me to look at them. Being handsome has its advantages.

Hey there. I said to her.

Hi. She smiled at me.

My name’s Scott. I put out my hand.

Olivia. She shook my hand. I saw a wedding ring.

So you’re married, tell me about him. If she was unhappy this was in the bag.

He’s a good father. She said. That meant she was unhappy with him.

I saw she was reading a diet book. Why are you reading that? I asked.

Oh, I’m just trying to lose a little weight. She smiled.

Why would you do that? I looked her up and down. I’m so tired of beautiful woman thinking they need to lose weight all the time.

After having kids I just can’t seem to get the weight off. She looked away.

I think you look great. I smiled and she smiled back.

Well my husband thinks I need to get some pounds off.

Don’t ever let a man tell you how to be yourself. You are beautiful. I closed the book and left. Plant the seed. I needed to have someone in the medical area to help me get drugs and tested when I worked outside illegally. She was the one. After my talk with her I went for a walk around the house. I saw the other guys talking and eating. I didn’t go over and talk to them. I don’t want to be here. I went outside and had a smoke, I saw a group of guys standing around a corner of the fence. They were standing in a circle passing around a joint. I knew they would know where I could get drugs. I walked over to them and they put away the joint until they saw I wasn’t a trainer.

Hey there guys. Just wondering where I could get something to make this place more fun. I asked.

The guy over there will hook you up. One of the guys said and pointed over to a big guy standing in the corner of the yard.

Thanks. I said and went over to the guy.

Can I help you? He asked.

I’m Scott, I’m a new slave of Trisha’s. I said and I held up my Dar.

What can I get for you? He smiled.

Coke if you have it. I said.

I do. Do you want birth control too? The guy asked while he got it for me.

What do you mean? I can get condoms from anywhere. I said.

Not condoms, the male pill. He handed me the bag of coke he got out of his coat. I handed him some money but he put his hand up. First one’s free. He smiled.

Tell me more about the male pill. I said.

It’s just like the birth control pill for women but you only take it before you have sex so you are less likely to get someone pregnant. He said.

I like the sound of that. How much? I asked.

Ten cents a pill. He said.

Great I’ll take it. I guess Trisha is going to be renting me so I’ll need something. I got out some money and bought some pills. With all my drugs bought I went back up to my room and found Sarah in my room again. What’s going on? I asked.

We got your blood work back. You are clean but you have drugs in your system. Sarah said.

I know. I sat in the chair.

We don’t allow that. This is your first offence so I’m going to let you off with a warning. I didn’t find any drugs in your bag so I’m going to assume you did it once and never again. Sarah smiled and walked out.

The next day it was time for me to get to work. I didn’t want to be rented and I saw an easy way out, be so bad they don’t bother with it. I was taken to the ranker and told to sleep with her. I made sure she didn’t enjoy herself so I would be rated poorly and put on the re-train list so I could just coast around the house for as long as I needed. I got the rate of three point one. A non-slave was a five so I was way below that. Sarah decided I would need to be trained after all. Just because I couldn’t sleep with my trainer and make it good didn’t mean I couldn’t sleep with any of the trainers. I made my presence known in the house and I made it my personal mission to sleep with every trainer Trisha employed. I loved finding them, talking them into sleeping with me and leaving them when I got what I wanted. These women made a living off of the blood of slaves, I made it a sport of fucking every last one of them.

My bio got to the house so Sarah read it and thought I should go see the shrink at this house. Dr. David Anderson would take over my mental health. I had my first session with Dr. Anderson later that day. I walked into his office. It was very different from Dr. Keener’s office, warm and full of pictures of family and friends. He had diplomas on the walls and even had a few things out of place. This time I got to see a human, I smiled to myself.

Hello Scott, I’m Dr. David Anderson. Please have a seat. He pointed at a chair. An older man with a full head of gray hair and full beard. His light blue eyes seemed to hold some real care in them.

I sat down. Hey Doc. I said.

I’ve been looking over your information and Trisha and I have decided it would be best if you had another Dar put in, just because of what you did to your parents. He said.

Another Dar. I don’t need that. I said standing up. I hated the Dar, hated everything it meant. The power it had over me.

We need some extra protection from you so yes you do need that. Dr. Anderson said.

This is fucking bullshit. I walked out of his office. When I got into the hall I was met by Sarah.

Time to go. She took my hand and pulled me to the Doctor’s office.

I don’t need this. I pulled my hand out of her hand.

Don’t fight us on this Scott. It’s going to happen, one way or another. She took out my Dar controller and pointed it at me.

No. I said and walked away. I felt the Dar come on and grabbed my left wrist. My arm was on fire. I always expected to see my arm bleeding or changing colors but it never did. Just pain with no marks, that was the point of the Dar.

Come Scott. Sarah said.

You’re crazy if you think I’ll go with you and have another one of these put in. I said while I was still holding my arm.

Fine, we’ll do this the hard way. Sarah pushed another button on the controller and some enforcers came and grabbed me. I had a towel put over my face. I tried to fight them off but I was losing conciseness. Chloroform on the towel. I fought and then everything went black. I woke up in my room with Sarah sitting on the bed next to me. All done. She patted my head.

Leave me alone. I pushed her hand off my head. My right wrist had a brace on it and was throbbing in pain. Another Dar.

I will for now. Get some rest. She got up and left.

Fuck! I yelled when she was gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

What have I done? I killed my parents and my brothers died because of it. My sister hates me, I should be hated. I ruined everything for my family and now I have to live here. I got out of bed and got my razor out of my bag. I pulled it apart and took the blades out. I looked at one. I pressed it in my skin near my elbow, when I let the pressure go, blood seeped out. I took the blade and put it near to my elbow again and ran the blade all the way down to my Dar. Cutting felt like a release for me. A way to get things out. I ran the blade down my arm a few more time and before I knew what was happening I had fifteen cuts from my elbow to my wrist. Blood was everywhere. I watched the blood dripping off my hand onto the bed for a while. I felt better about things. I hurt my family and now I’m hurting too. They would be happy I’m bleeding, they would be happy I have another Dar put in. I deserved to hurt. I’m a bad person and I should hurt as much as I can for what I’ve done. I took the sheet off my bed and held it to my arm to stop the bleeding. I just sat for a long time holding the sheet to my arm. I deserved this. I should hurt. I took some deep breaths and I was releasing the bad feelings. Things will be alright for everyone, as long as I’m in pain too.

When I moved the sheet off I saw I was still bleeding a lot. This was as good a time as any to see if my relationship with Olivia was going to work for me. I went down to see Olivia to help me stop the bleeding. When I got to the medical office I asked for her.

I’ve had a little accident. I showed her my arm.

Oh my god what happened? She said when she saw all the blood.

I cut myself. I was hoping you could just fix me up without telling the doctor? I asked and covered the cuts again.

I’m supposed to tell him when I do things. She said.

I’m just a little embarrassed about all this. I’ve never done it before and I’ll never do it again I just don’t want everyone to know I did something so stupid. I smiled weakly at her.

I guess… I could. Come around the back and I’ll fix you up. She said.

I went around the back on the building and she opened the door for me when I knocked. She wrapped my arms in gaze and gave me some to take with me. I went back up to my room and got the bag of drugs the dealer gave me. I opened it up and found the coke in a small bag. I had everything I needed in the bag so I could do it. I got ready and did three lines right away and could feel it working instantly. I looked at the other bottle of pills I got. It was unmarked. It had a note with it that said take one before having sex and it will prevent pregnancy eighty percent of the time. I put the pills in my back pack. The coke was doing its job so I was feeling really good. I saw in the bag the dealer gave me gauze, so I wrapped my arm so I wouldn’t bleed through my shirt. I put on a sweater and went outside to get some air. I found a little spot that no one else seemed to know was there. I sat on the grass and smoked until it got dark. I got up and went inside to get something to eat. I was all alone in the dining room. I checked the time and saw it was already after midnight. Being the new guy in the house the enforcers didn’t know me. Having the second Dar helped me get out, they thought I was an enforcer too. I was able to get out of the house without any trouble, I found a bus and got to my home neighborhood. Once there I was able to get to my club I could make some cash in. I knew the people here and they knew me. I could sleep with a few people in here and make a few thousand bucks in no time. I walked in and looked around the room. People were selling everything in here, drugs, guns and sex. I walked about and found Janelle. She was always happy to pay for me so we took a drive and had sex in her car. When she was done with me I went back to Trisha’s house to get some sleep.

The next morning I was woken up by Sarah again. Good morning. We need you to do a drug test for us. She handed me a cup to pee in.

Really. I took the cup.

What happened to your sheets? She held up a piece of sheet that had a lot of blood on it. I still had a sweater on so she couldn’t see my arm.

I was messing with the new Dar and it started bleeding. I said.

Be more careful. She said and pulled the bed apart. I got up before she flipped me out of bed. I went to the bathroom and pissed in the cup.

No one cared at my last place if I did drugs. I handed the cup to her. She put the test in it. It came back in seconds saying I had coke in my system.

Trisha cares. Sarah said. What are we going to do about this. She showed me the test.

I don’t know. Nothing. I said and sat on the bed again.

I think you need some time in the hole. She left.

Sarah opened the door and three enforcers came in. I got up off the bed and one guy grabbed me by the neck. I grabbed his arms and tried to get him off of me but it he was so much stronger than me. The other two guys grabbed my arms and handcuffed me. I was taken to a small room with a pole in the center. My chains were taken off and I was chained to the pole in the middle of the room. The door was shut and I was left alone. I could feel the cuts on my arm bleeding again. I stood for hours until I couldn’t stand any longer. When I sat water fell from the spout in the ceiling. It was ice cold. I stood up again and the water stopped. Hours passed and the water mixed with my blood and came through my shirt. It ran down my arm and dripped off my fingers into the water on the floor. Great, now they would know what I did, if they didn’t want slaves to do drugs I’m sure they didn’t want them to cut either. I started to feel really sick. Withdrawal was getting to me, the cold water and not having any drugs since last night. I was shaking hard enough to hurt. I sat on the floor hopping it would help the shaking. The water started again so I put my hood up. I was wet, cold, hungry, tired and coming down hard. Tears flowed out and mixed with the water and blood. The door opened.

Ready to come out? Sarah asked me.

Yes. I stood. The chains were taken off and I was taken to a bathroom where I could take a shower in warm water. No one said anything about the cuts on my arm so I didn’t say anything either. I was in that room for a whole day and night. I took a long hot shower and then went up to my room. I saw my bed had new blankets and sheets on it so I got in and covered up. Sarah sat on the bed with me.

Now, no more drugs. She put her hand on my leg.

Whatever you say. I said while my teeth chattered.

Fine Scott. When you feel better I’m going to have to get some training done with you. You have to see Dr. Anderson today. One o’clock, don’t be late. She left.

I stayed in bed until I had to go see Dr. Anderson. I stopped and got something to eat and took it with me to his office. When I was sent in he didn’t say anything about me eating so I ate it. When I was done he smiled at me. Welcome back. He said.

Thanks. I said.

So you had to spend some time in the hole. How do you feel? He asked,

Cold. I said.

Drugs are not safe so Trisha doesn’t want her slaves to do them. I know someone in a rehab center that might be able to help you with your problem if you like. He took out a card and tried to hand it to me. I didn’t take it.

I don’t have a problem. I said and folded my arms.

Suit yourself. He put the card away. I’m here to help you. Do you want to talk about anything today?

No. I said.

How about the death of your brothers? He looked at my bio on his desk.

No. I don’t want to think about any of that. It’s in the past.

You lived with your shrink after what happened to your parents. Did she help you? He asked.

She… I didn’t talk to her much. I had sex with her a lot but didn’t talk much.

Your sister had asked to come see you. Would you like to see her? He asked.

I guess I should. I knew she was mad at me but I couldn’t cut her out of my life. She was all the family I had now and I was all she had.

I’ll arrange a visit for you. Dr. Anderson made a note in his book.

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