To Server a Master: Chapter 4

I returned to work on the Tuesday having slept from virtually the time I got in Monday night till the alarm going off on Tuesday Morning, the CB6000 was uncomfortable under the Jock strap which pulled it into the body so I had to adjust my seating position so that it was as comfortable as possible, but after a few hours I became accoustomed to the discomfort and carried on with my work, with out much of a thought, come Thursday Morning I was becoming nervous that Adam would not be back in touch, however on turning my mobile on at lunch I had a voicemail from him.

“Be at home at 19:00 waiting in nothing but your CB6000, I will knock the door three times and you are to open it wide open to allow me in.”

My mind was racing now, the medical results must be back, today would be the day I find out what the next steps were, I nearly ran home when clocking off time came, as soon as I was in the door, I quickly stripped off and showered ready for Adam to arrive.

At 19:00 the buzzer went three times, I checked the camera and it was Adam, I let him in and then Opened the door and stood there with the door open and my head bowed. “Very good boy he said as he came out the lift.”

“Now come sit with me.”

I came and sat next to Adam and he got some paper work out of his brief case.

“This boy is your instruction guide for the next couple of weeks it tells you exactly what you must do and some very specific meetings you must attend over the coming weekends.”

“Yes Sir” I replied taking the document from him to read.

“The Medical results came back and you are clean, although as expected it does say your fitness needs work, that will be addressed at the IMA Training center.”

“One thing you must do is resign, and phone me and the number there to confirm your last working day, If it is earlier than 4 weeks we can subsidise your living, until the 4 weeks is up, as it takes that long to set up the legal documentation.”

“Yes Sir”

“Good, Simon will be round next Wednesday to Milk you at 19:00 and then again at the same time two weeks later, he will phone your mobile to confirm this. When he comes you are to be waiting Naked for him in the lounge on the floor.”

“Yes Sir”

Now Boy the next couple of weeks are reliant on you completing all the tasks on the list I have given you after those are completed I will send you a parcel containing not only the instructions for your aquasistion day, which is the ceremony you must complete, but also on what you must bring with you on that day.

You will not here from me again until you receive that letter. I was downcast by this, as it would mean 4 weeks before I would see Adam again, he saw the look on my face, and just said, “Boy if I were you I would enjoy these last 4 weeks or so of freedom, as after you sign the aquasition documents and contracts you will no longer be a free man, you will be a piece of property.”

With that he got up and left.

Once I had closed the door behind him I picked up the instructions that had been left behind.

1. Resign from your job, or notify the DWP that you now have a new job, if asked then say you are taking the post of special assistant to a wealthy business man.

2. On getting confirmation of your leaving date phone your master, and 0800 122 2333 and leave a message with the date.

3. On Saturday the 28/04/2001 at 09:00 you are to report to no 25 Kings Street, new cross London W1 3AA (See Map) Reporting to the New Clients Office, with the following documentation. a. Recent Bank statement b. Any Outstanding Loan Agreements including Mortgage c. Outstanding Store Card Balances d. Outstanding Credit Card Balances e. Details of all bank and building society accounts. f. Details of any Wills. g. A complete audit of all your property including. i. All Clothing, including underwear ii. All Furniture iii. Electrical goods, including games consoles and computers. iv. Vehicles v. Crockery and Cutlery vi. Fixtures and fittings. h. A key to your property, and any security codes. i. Utility Bills from your current suppliers

4. On Sunday the 29/04/2001 at 09:00 our Auditor will attend your property and audit your property, and everything on the list.

Due to the nature of the audit you will remain naked whilst the auditor completes there work.

1. On Saturday the 05/05/2001 you are to attend 25 Kings Street as per the above address and report to the new clients office where you will be met and some essential legal documents will need to be signed to allow us to complete certain legal searches on your behalf.

On this day please bring with you the following

a. Drivers License if in possession b. Birth Certificate c. Passport d. Nationalisation Documents (If Applicable)

1. On Completion of Items 3 – 5 you will of set the ball rolling for you aquasition you will be contacted by your master within 7 days of the 05/05/2001 with your aquasition date, in the mean time we would suggest that following Audit you begin packing all of your personal affects into the boxes that will be delivered on the 29/04/2001 so it is not a rush on the week leading up to your aqusition ceremony.

Special Notes: In the event your employer the DWP terminates your income earlier than 4 weeks then please phone the number in Item 2 and special arrangements will be made for you, to enable you to pay any bills and to have sufficient food. Should you have any questions please phone 0800 122 2333 and select option 2 where someone will be available to assist you between 08:00 and 20:00.

On reading all this I decided that the next two weeks were going to busy.

On the Friday Morning I phoned the Agency and advised them that I would be leaving as I had a permenant job away from home as an assistant to a business executive, they congratulated me and said that my last working day would depend largely on the contract, and that I should also let them know but they would be phoning them today anyway, so I went to my Line manager at the office who congratulated me and then said that as soon as a new temp started they would release me.

Later that day the Agency informed me that a new temp would start on the Monday and I could leave the following Friday, I asked if they had any short contracts, and they said they did not.

At Lunch I phoned Adam and let him know and also phoned the 0800 number they said that they would sort out any bills in the mean time, and that they would arrange for Food to be delivered from a home delivery store for the next 3 weeks or so.

Relieved I went back to the office.

Saturday Morning I was up at 6am having spent most of Friday Evening locating all the documents they wanted, I packed them all in a folder and shoved them in a ruck sack, and headed for the station.

On arriving in London I made my way to New cross and located the office I entered the reception area and asked for the New Clients office and was pointed off to the left, through the door was a waiting room and a small reception desk, I informed them of my name and they said someone would be with me shortly.

Even though it was a Saturday the receptionist was dressed in a suit and was superbly turned out.

5 or 10 minutes later after paging through a few magazines I was collected by another person who took me to an office. Where a man in his late 40’s was waiting he was warm and friendly and asked for the documentation. He took the Loan agreements first.

“Right Mr Bamford, the Mortgage will be paid throughout your period as a slave by renting out your accommodation so don’t worry about that we don’t pay anything like this outright, as for the other loans, and credit cards will be paid off assuming you either remain in service for 5 years or are released on certain grounds, such as health or you are released from your contract by your current master on good terms.

You will receive a letters from the loan companies etc informing you the balance is cleared, also you will receive letters from the credit card companies informing you the balance has been settled and the accounts are now closed. I see from your file that you will be released from your contract with your current employer on Friday of next week is that correct.

“Yes sir” I replied

Ok, thats not unusual what will happen is we will send you a food delivery on that Friday and every Friday up until your aquasition date, in the event that certain checks fail that we insist all our new aquasistions have to undergo we will find you alternate employment as we asked you to leave your current job, as a courtesy we will also place £50 a week into your bank account as “Pocket Money”

There is no point buying clothes or other goods as you will have little need for them in a few weeks.

“Yes Sir” I replied.

“Ok Boy tomorrow the Auditor will come round and verify this audit what will happen in a lot of cases is the clothing and low value items will be donated to charity shops the rest will be sold to second hand shops and the like and the money held in an account that will be managed by us, some of the money will be used to pay for repairs to your property, the rest will be invested, your master will receive a statement every year as to how your fund is doing, it is up to them if they show it to you or not, although I have to tell you most seem to keep the statement to them selves. I am sure the letter tells you but to make the auditors job easier it would be better if you lay everything out so that they can audit it quickly, so when you get home I would suggest washing everything you are wearing and any outstanding washing and then laying all your clothes in piles of trousers, shirts, etc, placing all your DVD’s in a pile so he can just walk around and check these.

“Ok”

Any questions

“Yes what will happen to any items I want to keep in storage, personal items such as photos etc.”

“When the boxes are delivered there is a personal effects box, so any items of sentimental value should be placed in there and it will be sent to secure storage, that box is a plastic container the others are purely cardboard boxes, if you need an additional Personal effects box then phone the number you have been given and one will be shipped to you the next day.

I am sure you have been told this, but I would start packing as soon as possible as it will be less of a rush for you as your aquasistion date nears.

“Yes Adam Told me to do that.”

“Ok Boy there is one other document here that you must sign, it is a non-disclosure document, which states that you will not discuss anything that has occurred here, as a sweetner we will either pay you £5000 if the checks fail, or place the £5000 into your managed account.

I read the document which was a lot of legal jargon about agreeing not to disclose any of the conversations, or processes that have occurred todate or in the future and the statement about the payment being in acknowledgement of my signing this document and this payment was recoverable in the event I broke the agreement.

I signed the document.

After another 10 minutes or so he pressed his intercom and I was collected and led to the door I left London and headed home, I took the “Client Managers” advice and stripped and washed everything that needed washing and spent the rest of the day laying all my property into piles.

I woke early again on Sunday Morning and stripped the Bed and washed the sheets and pillow cases.

Just after 9 the buzzer went and there were 3 men standing at the door to the flats, the announced they were from the IMA and I let them in.

Two carried several collapsed card board boxes and the personal effect box.

The Auditor was the one in the shirt and tie, he took me to one side and said, boy you will just get in my way if you are wondering about so I want you to go kneel in the corner over there until I am finished.

I did as the auditor requested shuffling occasionally to get comfortable on me knees.

He was at the house for about 4 hours auditing everything, he checked all the cupboards and wardrobes every nook and craney to make sure I had not missed anything on the audit, which I had, plenty of things that I hadn’t considered. When he finished he called me over.

“Boy this is the complete audit, please sign it and then on receiving a copy in the post please mark everything that goes into the personal effects box so we know where it has gone on the week before do not worry about putting your underwear, socks, or bedding into the boxes put them into black bags for disposal, do not throw them into the rubbish we will dispose of all the items for you.

“Yes Sir”

“Very good, I will leave you to it now.”

With that he left.

I took the opertunity for the rest of the day to start packing the boxes with the stuff I knew I wouldn’t need any more. The next week flew buy, Simon’s Visit was short and only lasted 20 minutes he lubed his fingers and worked my prostate until the cum dribbled out of my cock, I went out with the team I had been working with for the last 6 months on the Friday Evening, so I was slightly hung over as I headed off to London.

Arriving at the IMA offices just on 8am.

This Morning I was seen by a different Man who advised me he was a solicitor although he seemed to be a lot more than your common solicitor to me.

He took copies of all my legal documents and then set about having me sign certain forms which permitted the IMA to carry out criminal records checks, credit checks and to intorgate my bank accounts, he explained that this was all necessary to avoid any unpleasant visits by the police to a masters home.

Within an hour I was finished and allowed to leave the building.

I knew the next three or four weeks would be boring, all I had to do was wait for a letter, I had already packed virtually everything I didn’t need for the next few weeks, as I did not have a lot anyway.

I decided that I would Run, and Cycle over the next few weeks as much as I could.

The IMA were true to there word the food was delivered by tescos on the Friday and £50 was deposited into my bank account.

On the Third Tuesday a letter arrived on my door step, the return address was the IMA’s offices.

I opened it and read the letter, well if you could call it that.

“Dear Mr Bamforth We are pleased to confirm all the checks have now been completed and you are permitted to be acquired by your master.

Your Master should contact you within 7 days of this letter.” With a squiggle of a signature on the bottom of the letter. To my suprise that very afternoon a courier arrived at the door and had me sign for a parcel from Adam which he sent. There was a letter on the top of the box which had a stamp on it that said “Open First”

Inside was a single page.

“Boy, This package contains the intstructions and the clothing that you are to wear to your aquasition which has now been set for the 26/05/2001 you are to attend my house on Friday the 25/05/2001 wearing the supplied uniform having followed the necessary instructions.

This letter is to formally notify you that should you return the package unopened then you have decided to walk away from this opertunity to forfill you true position in life, and to remain in the world as a free man, if you choose to do this, phone the number on the delivery note and a courier will collect the package from you, if the box is not delivered by the 25/05/2001 it will be assumed that you have commited to the contract and you will be sort out by a special team.

Adam”

I placed the box on the counter in the kitchen and made a drink and went into the living room for the next 3 days the box sat there as my mind wondered, I would be giving up everything to serve another man, Adam and the IMA would have legal control over me and I would not have the option to depart the contract I had signed, this thought scared me as I would be leaving everything I knew for a very uncertain and different future.

By the Friday my sub conscious yearning to serve got the better of me and I opened the package, knowing I was now committed but knowing in my heart I could do no more. Inside the box was a T-shirt, Pair of shorts, white socks and white plimsoles like the ones that I used to wear at primary school, a rucksack and another larger envelope inside were the detailed instructions from Adam.

Friday 25/05/2001.

Pack the rucksack ensuring it contains. 1. Your driving License (If Owned) 2. Passport (If Owned) 3. Birth Certificate 16:00 Depart Chatham Station on the 16:00 London to Victoria train stopping at swanley, change at swanley for the 17:05 to Sevenoaks. Once you arrive at Sevenoaks follow the map to my house on arriving press the buzzer at the gate and I will let you in. You will be watched to make sure you follow the route on the map, and not deviate from it. On arrival you will sit with me and a solicitor to do the legal documents you must complete the legal documents prior to the aquasistion ceremony.

I will see you on the 25th boy.

The next week dragged, Simon cancelled the “Milking” and I was aching for release, I doubted it would come soon. By Friday I was ready for my journey, I had packed all my belongings, and all my clothes, I spent the day Naked in the house till 3 in the afternoon when I showered and changed into the clothes Adam had provided, at 3:30 there was a knock at the door.

Simon was down stairs I let him in, he came up and he ordered me to drop my shorts.

I did as he asked.

He removed the CB6000 and then he ordered me to pull the shorts back up, my cock feeling the release from its 3 weeks of confinement sprung to attention I pulled the shorts back up.

“I am to walk with you to the station boy.”

At 4 he made sure my cock was still hard and then we left he took my key from me telling me I wouldn’t be needing it again any time soon and then he followed me to the station. I was bright red with embarssment as the shorts clearly did not hide my excited and rigid cock in the shorts. As I wondered down Dock road and then cutting through the foot path behind the council offices and then the car park coming out near staples I quickly crossed the road and up to new road arriving at the station relieved I had avoided to many people, by now my cock was softening and the embrassment was not so great.

Boarding the train I went to the rear carriage and sat down. By the time I arrived at Swanley I had to wait 10 minutes on a crowded platform of commuters in this outfit I was ashamed and I drew a number of strange looks, finally the train to Sevenoaks arrived, it was packed I climbed on squeezing into a carriage the jostling and the Nylon shorts rubbing on my cock made it stand to attention again so by the time we reached Sevenoaks I was hard as I left the station and followed the map.

The directions took me through the centre of town and then out onto the country roads, it took me two hours from Sevenoaks to Adam’s house I estimated it to be around 6 miles.

I found Adam’s house and pressed the buzzer.

“Mr Bentworths Residence” said a distant crackly voice over the Intercom.

“Its Steve Bamforth” I replied.

“Ok I will open the Right gate.”

I heard a click and then the gate in front of me began to open.

I followed the Drive up to the front of the house where Adam was waiting at the door.

“Come in boy, you made reasonable time from Sevenoaks.” Inside there was Adam and two other men dressed normally and one naked guy,

“Boy these two are Masters so you will address them as sir, this one is Micheal he is the solicitor we will be dealing with, and this is Peter and old friend of mine.”

“Hello Sirs” I replied.

“Well We have been waiting for you so we could treat you to a last meal as a free man.” Adam said with a smile from ear to ear.

We went through to the dinning room and the slave who had not been introduced servered us dinner and wine throughout the evening.

Peter and Micheal asked me a number of questions about my life and I replied politely and addressed them as sir, at the end of the meal we were served coffee as I finished my coffee Adam suggested we all go to his study to do the legal bit.

We gathered around the meeting table in his study which served as his home office and Micheal explained Peter was here to act as a witness.

Micheal handed over the first document.

“This one hands over the management of your finances and property to the IMA and gives the IMA the legal right to control your finances on your behalf, it is a simple contract, please read it and then sign it.”

I did it basically read that the IMA would control my finances on my behalf and would manage any amount that was given to me, it stated that I willingly withdrew the right to have access to these funds without going through the IMA.

There were additional comments about how these funds would be used and the transfer of the mortgage to the IMA for payment.

I read the document and signed it.

“This is the most important one as far as your aquasistion goes and I have to by law explain to you that by signing this you waver the right legally to make any decisions on your own in terms of day to day things such as whether you can go out in public or whether you can use public transport it gives the IMA and its masters the right to control every aspect of your life, it also states that you may only be released from this waver by the Cosignee or a representative of the IMA.

I read the document in full it was three pages in length and detailed every item that the IMA controlled, not Adam specifically.

I read it again, and then asked why that was the case. Micheal had his answer ready, “Often signing this over to one individual is very difficult to make stick, but to sign over to a representative group generally says that the bit you are signing which states you are of sound body and mind is seen as more logical in the courts.”

I accepted this answer and did not think it was a Lie, how wrong I was to be.

I read the last paragraph again.

“I Steven P Bamforth of 25C Castle Road Chatham Kent, being of sound body and mind, accept the terms of this agreement to handover control of the above listed items to the IMA and its interested parties on the understanding that the IMA only can rescind this agreement and that once signed I have no legal rights.”

I signed the document, Adam took it and signed it and then Peter.

“Well Boy you have done it now, as of right now the legal documentation is complete that says you are controlled by your master and the IMA in legal terms.

Adam looked at me, Tomorrow boy is the Aquasistion that is when you will sign your full slave contract, this is an agreement to abide by a set of rules as a slave, the aquasistion phase is not short, and it starts tonight. With that Adam produced a gag and a blindfold he proceeded to fit them to me, when he was finished he had the slave lead me to the basement, and then once there he bound my arms.

“Boy, time for you to get used to your new status in life with that he grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and ripped it, he then let peter rip some more I could feel my cock exposed and my left nipple, then I heard Adam say, “Slave you can finish the job, remove the rags from the boy and then let me know when you are finished.”

The slave ripped the remaining bits of t-shirt away and then pulled the shorts off of me.

Once Naked he disappeared and I felt a Lead being reattached to the collar.

I was then led stumbling up the stairs and across the hall and then outside I could feel a cool breeze in the air and the change from the Laminate floor of the hall to the cold stone of the steps outside.

We briefly walked over the gravel of the drive and then I was stopped turned around and then my arms brought together I heard the click of a carabina or something metal and then my arms pulled above my head.

Finally the Blindfold and gag were removed and I found myself outside the front of Adam’s naked and bound to the tree next to the front door of the house.

“You will remain here until all my guests have arrived and then you will be collected.”

You will follow all instructions explicitly tomorrow.

“Yes Sir.”

With that he left.

I was outside at the end of May, it wasn’t exactly warm, but fortunately was not freezing.

I was nervous about tomorrow and what lay ahead, so I was wired and couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to, after an hour or so my arms were starting to feel tired and began to ache, there was little I could do but flex my fingers and try and move a bit by morning I was cold, and tired.

The slave came out with a bucket he was dressed in nothing but a pair of rubber shorts.

He stared with my face and began washing me.

“Why did you do this he whispered.”

“Do what”

“Submit to becoming a slave.”

“Because I always felt the need to.”

“Same here, but these guys don’t play games they see you exactly as a slave, a piece of property, your life has changed forever fella, all I can say is good luck for the future.”

With that he carried on washing me in silience even though I asked him what he meant.

When he had finished, he just said, “Remember you are nothing but a slave now and you will survive the next few weeks.”

“What they cant kill me”, “no fella, but they can make your life a living hell.”

With that he turned and walked off.

The slave returned an hour later with a bottle of water which he put to my lips to drink, this time there was a Master watching over him so he didn’t dare speak to me.

Shortly after the first cars started to turn up, the drivers would open the doors for the masters who would come over with their slaves following to inspect me.

Some would feel my cock and my arse others would just stare at me for a bit and if they had travelled with a friend they would perhaps discuss me with the friend.

There was a long pause after what must of been the final car, the pause must of lasted well over an hour, and then the front door opened and all the masters had changed into full rubber suits, or Leathers, and they filed out and made a line between me and the door.

Two men in surf suits came out next and lowered my arms down, they removed the wrist restraints and then ordered me to walk with my hands behind my back.

I walked through the line of Masters into the hall, as I went past the masters they collapsed the line behind me. Once in the main hall I was forced to kneel in front of a table.

Adam stood behind the table.

“Boy answer yes sir, or no sir to these questions.” Steven Bamforth you have chosen willingly and freely to submit yourself to the control of another man.

“Yes Sir”

You understand that you will forsake all rights to freedom

“Yes Sir”

You understand you will become the property of your master.

“Yes Sir”

You agree to obey with you question or hesitation.

“Yes Sir”

You accept that failure to perform will result in punishment.

“Yes Sir”

Very well boy.

Come stand at the table.

“Boy, as the final step into slavery you must sign a slave contract which once signed can only be terminated by a master and never the slave, once the contract is signed you will become the property of the IMA or a master. On the table is the contract, read it and sign it.   Slave Contract I the undersigned agree to submit to the terms of this contract with the IMA for which Adam Bentworth is representing. 1. This slave relequinshes all rights to make a decision and will submit to his master in Mind and Body 2. This slave relequinshes his rights as a free man to become the property of his master. 3. This slave will carry out its’ duties or orders with out question or complaint. 4. This slave will not use words such as I, me, mine, my, or any other term which would describe it as a person, it will instead refer to its self as “This Slave”, It, or any term it’s master chooses to give him to use. 5. This slave relequinshes its right to an Identity such as a given name or surname, and instead will refer to its self by its number which will be given to the slave on signing the contract. 6. The slave will not be permitted to use any furniture within a masters property with out permission. 7. The slave relequinshes its right to own property as it is now Owned Property. 8. The slave accepts that it will be punished in accordance with the slave laws of the IMA, and serious breaches of this law can result in extensive punishments including confinement, and understands this willingly and not under any duress. 9. The Slave accepts on signing this contract it will become the property of the IMA. I Steven Bamforth being of Sound Mind submit myself willingly to the International Masters Association as a Slave to its members.

Signed Signed

Steve Bamforth Adam Bentworth I read the contract and asked Adam about the fact it was not a contract with him, but the IMA, he said that this was a standard contract, and to sign it.

I did, ending my freedom, and losing all my rights.

“Boy turn and face the audience.”

“Steve Bamforth you are now known as an apprentice slave with the IMA, and have willingly submitted to be the property of the IMA, from this day forward you will be known as 20376.

“You will be taken from here and submitted to the IMA’s training program for new slaves, where you will learn to obey your masters.”

On completion of the training you will be auctioned by the IMA to the highest bidder depending on the grade you achieve in training.

“But.... But I thought I was your slave Sir”

Adam slapped me hard across the face.

“Firstly you piece of shit you are not an “I” a person, you are a worthless slave, well not even that, an apprentice slave, you are an IT, a Nobody a worthless fucking slave.

Secondanly, I am not your master, I Aquired you on behalf of the IMA to become a slave for who ever wants you as their piece of flesh, their fuck thing, there Dog’s Body, hey you may even end up spending the rest of your life as a Pup!!!!”

“Take this Bitch away.”

I was grabbed by arms and half picked up and half dragged out of the hall and down into the basement.

Once in the basement I was held down by two people checked my photo and confirmed who I was, and then they scribbled on a pad and placed all the information in an envelope.once that was done the dragged me to an open cage and started to push and shove me to get in the cage initially I refused to get in until I felt a massive pain in the side of my chest as a boot landed heavely from a kick thrown by one of my escorts.

“Get in the fucking cage or I will beat you till you crawl in there or you pass out then I will throw you in there.”

I crawled into the cage once inside they shut and padlocked the door attaching the envelope to one side of the cage.

I realised now I had been had, I was not going to be Adams slave, I had been tricked into an agreement with the IMA Organisation, I could end up the slave of any one, I decided there and then they would not break me, I would not be tricked by anyone.

I tried to get comfortable and sleep.

At some point Adam appeared.

“Look slave I will make no promises but if you are good enough then I will buy you at auction but I only have good slaves working for me.”

“Yeah Right” I replied he came over and stared me in the face.

“ahhhhhh The fight is in the boys eyes, that wont do you any good where your going boy, they can break anyone.

Just remember no one has failed the training program by being butch and trying to out do the instructors it just wont happen trust me.

Tomorrow you will be collected along with a number of new aquasistions around the country and taken to the IMA Slave Training and detention facility in the depths of the country miles from anywhere, and there you will undergo indoctrination and training to become a usefull piece of meat for your master.”

Adam left me, I had been placed in one of the rooms in the basement, Adam shut the door and locked it, I did not see or hear anyone else that night.

In the morning 4 slaves came into the room over seen by someone else and they lifted me out of the cell and then through the basement and up the stairs.

Once at the top of the stairs I was carried through to the kitchen and then out the back door, and then round to the front of the steps.

Where I waited for a short time.

I had not eaten anything since the Friday Night and I was hungry, and thirsty but no one came to give me even a bowl of water.

Shortly after being put outside a White van turned up and I was loaded into the back, there was nothing else in there but some webbing straps used to secure loads, the cage I was in was secured into the back of the van and it set off, the lack of visibility meant I became a little motion sick.

We travelled for a while and then stopped the next cage was loaded this had a young smooth guy in it who had clearly been crying and was now merely sniffling and asking to be let free.

The doors were slammed and we set off again.

After the 4th cage was loaded the floor space of the van was full, so I assumed that we were the only 4 to use this van, I was wrong as we stopped again and this time a cage was thrown on top of mine and strapped in place.

A 6th cage was loaded, the guy in this one was screaming blue murder, he was demanding to be set free and released, he was calling the guys who loaded him into vans faggots and queers, they ignored it and we set off again He screamed and shouted for 20 minutes or so and then gave up, I heard the sound of water hitting metal but didn’t know what it was until we turned a corner and a trickle of what I thought was water came over the side of the cage above me and over me and then I smelt it, it was piss.

“Fucking hell you wanker” I shouted.

“Sorry I couldn’t help it I have been dying to go for ages.”

“Well you could of waited until we got out of this fucking van”

“Sorry I really couldn’t” I heard in a wimpered reply.

I calmed a little realising that if I wanted to go my self there would be little I could do but piss in the bottom of the cage, after a short while, I just said “Dont worry about it.”

That was the last thing I said when the doors next opened one of the men doing the collection got in before the guy who had last been picked up had time to say anything he drew a funny looking gun and after climbing over the firsrt cage he fired it into the cage with the loud mouth just as he started to scream and shout.

There was a crackling noise of arcing electricity and the boy fell silient.

“Any one else want to carry on shouting and screaming or even making a sound, you can get the same treatment.” With that he disappeared out the back of the van and a seventh cage was loaded, and after a short drive the 8th. I had been stuck in this cage on the back of the van for ages, I was starting to need the loo my self, but was desperate not to piss in the cage.

We travelled for a little while longer stopped again we heard the doors go at the front of the van, and then the sound that you here as a nozzle is placed into a vehicle to fill it up.

Then after a few minutes we were off again.

The load mouth started to stir a short while after that, as he came to he started screaming and shouting again and using one of his feet to kick the side of the van, we slowed to a stop again.

The side door to the van was opened and the guy had the tazer in hand he aimed fired and the load mouth was quiet again, with that the door was shut and we continued on our way, I dozed off with the motion of the van.

Waking sometime later with the realisation the outside noise had subsided and we were obviously going slower, finally the van stopped.

There was a muffled exchange between one of the vans crew and someone and then we were off again a lot slower this time.

Finally we stopped and the back doors were opened and the first 4 cages were off loaded.

When they came to lift the cage above mine off I noticed the people offloading them were naked apart from military style boots.

“aw fucking hell, this one has pissed in his cage.” Said one of the guys.

“Well be carefull not to spill it then” Said one of the others.

Finally I was off loaded all the cages were lined up at the back of the van one of the van drivers was walking alongside someone in a suit.

The guy in the suit seemed to be ticking off the list.

When he came to the load mouth who was unconscious in his cage still, he said to the van crew “This is the one you had to tazer?”

“Yes boss”

“No surprise it is one of Rob’s he likes to get the street urchins and for us to break them for him, why cant he just get one of the normal guys like the rest of them.”

“Thing is boss this one was quite aggressive I reckon he aint even a gay, I reckon Rob may of Kidnapped this one.”

“Ok possible we will have to interrogate him, for now treat him like the rest.”

He paused at the next cage and smelt the air.

“Did you have a little accident in your cage boy?” Asked the guy in the suit in a polite tone to the lad in the cage that must of been above mine, I couldn’t see as there were two other cages before mine.

“Yes Sir, Sorry Sir.”

“Oh I shouldn’t worry about it boy, you wont be in this cage for much longer, the cage you will have for the next few weeks will be your home, so if you piss in that one you will be sleeping in it.”

With that he walked on.

When he got to me he, the guy noticed the smell of piss.

“Did you have an accident as well boy”

“No I was under the one who did.”

“I was under the one who did what boy?” he said

I remained silient.

He bent down.

“What goes at the end of that boy.” He said threateningly.

I remained silent, with that he laughed and walked on.

To the side of cages were 4 lads all in Rubber surf suits.

“Move them to the Indoctrination block and transfer them to their new homes, I will have the doctor come and look at sleeping buetey over there.”

With that the man in the suit walked away.

The 4 guys then picked up a cage at a time and lifted it onto a cart.

Returning 10 minutes later with the empty cart.

When it came to my turn I took time to look around, I was in a compound with 8’ high walls of solid smooth concrete and was being wheeled towards a single story concrete block with a big thick metal door that stood open.

On the left hand side as we went in were several doors on the right there was only one at the very far end of the corridor.

“Welcome to your new home for the next few weeks boy.”

Said one of the “Stable hands” as I found out later that week.

We turned right into the only door on that side, inside I saw there were metal cages with the other 4 already in them, with a number written on a wipe board atop of each cage.

When we got to the one with my number on it they stopped and turned the cage.

“We are going to open the door boy, and you are going to get out, if you try and resist we will beat the crap out of you.” Said one of the guys brandashing an American style night stick.

Deciding that it was probably best not to upset them I got out of the cage when they opened it and stayed kneeling.

“Stand up”

I did as they told me they roughly forced my arms behind my back and cuffed them next they shackled my legs with leg irons which were then attached to my waist along with my arms behind my back.

The metal door to the cage with the number I had been given was opened.

“Get in”

I didn’t move, partly through fear, and partly through Detirmination.

Suddenly I felt a blow to the back of my knees and I fell to the floor.

“Get in the fucking cage slave” shouted another one as a boot landed on my arse.

I stuggled back up and with my hands shackled behind my back I shuffled into the cage.

Once in the cage A bowl of water was pushed through.

I was thirsty so I drank from the bowl.

The bowls were eventually removed and we were left alone the metal door to the room we were in was bolted shut in at least 4 places.

“Whats going to happen to us do you reckon” Asked one of the others.

“I am sure we will find out later, but I don’t think this is going to be a holiday, did you see what they did to him” He said pointing his head in my direction.

“NO I guess your right, I suppose we are all in for a rough time of it, my master did say it was going to be tough.”

“Yeah I reckon he was right to.”

The conversation drifted on to my left and I just sat in the cage listening and contemplating what I was going to do, well I joined this lark to be Adam’s slave not anyone elses, so I decided there and then I wasn’t going to play ball when the induction starts. In Hindsight now I wished I had just accepted fate and submitted, because no one ever gets released from the STC as a failure.