How to Mae a Good Service Slave

Note to regular readers..... I am sorry it has been a while since I last published. Life has been busy. However, I have wrote an extra long part this time. I hope you enjoy. Please keep the comments coming. You don't know how much it spares me on.

Part 4 Becoming an 'it'.

Rich was on all fours, like a bitch in heat, and I had my cock, balls deep in his mouth. I could feel his chin on my balls, and I was certain he could feel my heavy nut sack hitting his chin each time I withdrew and went back in, balls deep inside his upper fuck pit. That's all his mouth was now, a pit to fuck.

James was on his knees on the bed, behind the fag boy, fucking the dirty slut's lower hole, from behind him. The faggot was moaning every time James went back into the lower fuck pit. That's all his asshole was now, a pit to fuck.

James then slapped the ass of the bitch he was fucking, his former 'best friend'. James was not looking at the bitch he was using. He was looking at my face, and the look I was seeing on his face was of pure pleasure. I am guessing that he was seeing the same look on my face too.

The fact that the bitch was reacting to the cock up his ass and the slaps he was getting from James intensified the feeling he was giving to my cock when he was sucking me like the whore he was now. His throat was nothing more than a prostitutes gapping pussy.

James had the perfect body. He was a true Alpha, just like myself, just like my brother. He had these ice blue eyes. Let's not forget I was also a total Alpha and yet we both were attracted to each other. If only one of us was a faggot. However, all was not lost, for a while now we had been using faggots as the 'middleman' in our 'love making'.

James' family was of British aristocracy. He once explained that he was three hundredth in line to the throne or something. His family wealth was incredible, and we had been friends since childhood. When he got into the same uni has myself, I was as excited as he was, as we could share our exploits with faggots on the way.

James helped me last term to convince the other faggot to turn itself over to the Dutch authorities before Christmas. We kept our friendship a secret from most on campus, just in case something like this arose. It meant more humiliation for the piggy in the middle. In this case Rich was the Piggy in the middle.

Although James family were of nobility in a country that had no modern slave laws and had a resistance to them his family owned as many slaves as my family did on their overseas estates. His family bought and sold slaves all over U.S.A and South America. They had the largest Slave training facility in both North and South America. Just like myself and my brother he grew up with slaves and understanding the importance of the trade and the economy. He was no stranger to the benefits of modern slavery when led with firm registration by governing bodies. He understood that the slavery laws freed up the prisons and also kept amenities running cheaply.

James leaned over the faggot in the middle of us, forcing his large cock up the dirty sluts hole and began to kiss me. His tongue went right into my throat. The faggot moaned because he now had two Alpha cocks all the way to the hilt inside of his lower and upper hole. It turned both me and James on knowing that the faggot would love to have a tongue fight with us both right then and yet had no idea of our closeness.

We began using the faggot's two holes and he was as much into it as we both were. He knew his status was changing with his former 'best friend' and yet he was not concerned with that. All Rich wanted was hard cock rammed hard inside of him. He wanted the sensation of being used. Rich was attracted to women, however he was also into being used and humiliated in ways most women could not satisfy him. Poor faggot.

Rich had no idea of James family status; I knew that as a fact. James always told everyone that he was from a middle-class family in North Yorkshire and people believed him as he didn't look or sound overly posh and was not stuck up at all. Unless you are referring to the amount of times I have witness his cock stuck up a slaves hole.

Rich only met James at Uni and so had no idea about his colourful background. Personally, I had no idea of how he kept things away from others, and yet he did. I admired his game plan in many ways. I was not sure how long he would be able to keep it up.

I was ready to shoot my load and by the look on James's face, he was too. The look of bliss on his beautiful face just pushed him over the edge. We both shot into the dirty sluts two holes at precisely the same time.

I felt the intensity of the situation. James pushed into the dirty little faggot as hard as he could, as I watched the look of bliss on his face, as he shot rope after rope into the faggot's lower fuck hole. I had already got the whore's head in my grip as I released my alpha juice. The view alone sent me over the edge. The boy must have been in heaven. He swallowed my superior spunk into his tummy. He gulped down like a cum whore in Istanbul.

We both simply hold him there as we came down from the orgasm, using his body to prop our bodies up. We both stayed in his holes and kissed each other deeply.

After a few minutes I began to withdraw.

Slowly as I pulled out of the faggot's top hole and simply ordered it to clean my cock off, James and I had done this routine a hundred times or more on slaves. James pulled out of the fags lower fuck hole and then moved up towards me, standing on the floor and putting his arm round me as the faggot cleaned my cock frantically. Then when ordered the fag cleaned James cock too.

"You disgusting cock hungry fag!"

James taunted him further, "You filthy fuck boy, you are cleaning my cock that had been sliding up your dirty ass for the past twenty minutes!"

He pointed out the fact that he had his massive cock deep in his guts only a few minutes ago. There was more to this. James expected any slave to serve him this way. They were not free. They did not have a choice. However, Rich was free and yet he still chose to suck cock. He chose to be fucked up his ass and clean the cocks off afterwards. He was supposed to be a straight male and yet he allowed us to do this to him. He wanted us to do this to him. James found all of that hard to follow. He looked down on Rich like he was a lowlife now. He wanted this high level of humiliation.

James kissed me passionately over the top of the fag boy. He spotted Rich glancing up. James smirked downwards and spat directly on the fags face. It was what the faggot wanted.

**

James and I laid on the bed talking for a while like lovers do. The faggot crawled up at the bottom of the bed no doubt listening to the conversation.

I suppose it was the first time he was to realise that he was nothing to James any more than a couple of holes.

We watched a crab football match on a site that specialise in the game and the punishments for the losing team. Both my family and James family owned a few crab football teams abroad and it was as big as freemen sports if not bigger in mainland Europe, Africa and America.

Each team has five players, and they are naked wearing nothing but a collar and very tight cock cages, in the team's colours. The court is the size of a basketball court and has soft surface. There are small nets at either end. There is no goalkeeper as such. However, they have one defender who has always got to stay in their half. The players must use their hands and feet to move. They must take the position of a crab. This means that their cock cages often lay on their bodies as they are moving from side to side. Sometimes it is comical to watch. They can use their hands and feet to hit and move the ball that is a similar size of a medicine ball, although it is of a light plastic and full of air.

The game is split in four fifteen minutes parts with ten minutes rests in between. This provides recovery time and makes the game more exciting for most.

Every player is enslaved and can be punished at the end of the game for violations of the game. The losing team is all punished and the winners tend to get a prize for the night. They mostly get a hot bitch to fuck and a rest bite from the cages. Often the issue is that their cocks have shrunk that much since slavery it can be frustrating for some.

The game we watch was two teams from the Asian league. The losing team where led away to the punishment rooms with regret on their faces, watching the announcer of the bitch they were given to fuck between them. A pretty cheerleader from the opposing team. She played it up for the camera as an excited slut. Something the audience found comical, knowing the size of their dicklet.

**

"Tea faggot!" was the first thing James said to the faggot after he had him clean his dirty cock off. The faggot crawled into the kitchen and made us tea, returning on his hind legs and then taking away the plates I gave him. James gave him a look of contempt. James looked directly at me and kissed me again.

The kiss must have been confusing for the faggot. I guess he was also envious that we kissed in front of him. Knowing James, the way I did he was making a point. James was treating Rich has he would a slave on one of his family oversea estates.

As Rich crawled back down at the end of the bed you could see some of Jame's cum leaking from the fags hole.

"Use your hands and clean your fuck hole boy," James chuckled and continued, "Eat my cum up boy. It is a precious load!"

"Yes. Sir," was all Rich replied with before starting his task, looking like a cat sat at the end of its owners bed cleaning itself up after a day doing minimal animal tasks.

**

The following morning, I woke up to James kissing me on my lips. He smiled at me and enquired if I taught the slave urinal duties yet. I explained I hadn't, and he needed guidance. My thought was to wait for him to see other slaves drink piss at the apartments when we arrive later that day. James was a little disgruntled of having to walk to the shower room to take a piss on his way and probably the frustration enticed him to kick the faggot awake as he passed him.

"Wake up you lazy prick! Your master wants attention!"

I was always amused when English friends used insults such as prick and bellend. What amused me the most the amount emasculation that we had used on Rich and yet these terms still seemed appropriate in some way.

James was harsher than myself with slaves, although not as harsh as my brother.

Something clicked inside, I was not sure if it was having James there or something Rich had said to me over the past few days, but my body just clicked into action. I got out of bed and pulled Rich by the ear up onto his hind legs, slapped him across his face a couple of times, and then I marched him to the shower room.

James was about to piss into the toilet and was stopped by the commotion. He looked directly at me and smiled, turning round with a morning hard on, that we all get when we need to piss.

"Get into the shower and get on your fucking knees bitch!"

I sounded more like my brother than myself in that instant. Rich scarped across the floor, and I nodded to James to follow him in. He then presented his massive cock into Rich's face as his own face lit up with a massive smile.

"You need to learn how to service a man as a urinal. You need to take James' cock head into your mouth and wait till he is ready. Then as it comes out you then have to swallow as quickly as you can!"

I didn't have to say anything else. James had his mushroom in the faggot's mouth and as soon as he had he began to piss down his throat. I watched as Rich swallowed hard, gulping down James masses of urine. The look on James face was as priceless as the Chesire cat that Alice once saw in a completely different world. The look on the faggots face was one of horror. Oddly it looked like honour too.

Something changed in those moments, and I began to realise that I had been waiting to watch Rich being used in this degrading way.

He lost something I once saw in him. His dignity. His sense of being a male. I was not sure at all. He most certainly lost any ounce of respect that James or I had remaining for him.

It was also something else. It was the moment he turned from being a 'he' to an 'it. In my eyes I could not see him as nothing but an animal. He lost his last drop of entitlement through my eyes. I needed a slave name for him in that second. He was already 'it'.

"RED!" I paused a second, "That is what you will be called from now on!" I declared. "You are acting like an animal you will be given an animal like name. Also, your pronouns are now 'it' or they."

James slapped it over the face as he watched his piss run out of its mouth and into the shower grate.

"Red, suits the fucking animal!" James declared with laughter at the end of his sentence. Clearly James was had lost all respect quickly with Rich anyway. I guess fucking a guys bum hole and pissing down another guys throat would make you instantly lose respect for them anyway.

Red then thanked us both as it looked up at us both. It was comical, as it was still gulping down James liquid. Some leaked from his lips. Clearly, he would learn etiquette of drinking piss in the following days.

I then got into the shower grate and simply pissed over him whilst he continued to drink James Alpha Nectar. It looked so pitiful and degraded. I leaned forward and turned the water on cold, as myself and James got out and left the shower room.

James looked at me as if to say well done for quitting the stalling. We made tea and started making some breakfast for ourselves.

**

James had already told me that he had a training session that morning with the rugby team. I knew that everything that he had discovered about the slave now known as 'Red' would influence the team.

It is common for Alpha's to look down at faggots as soon as they come out of the closet, especially when they were on their team or on their friends list. They most certainly come off their friends list. Naturally James didn't want the rest of the team to know all of the details of what was going on in his own life and so he had explained to me that he was going to treat it as though they had a fall out and ignore or talk down to Red for a few days, at least. His plan was to let the team pick up on the fact that the teammate they saw as Rich was different, somehow.

James didn't say a word to Red when he first came out of the shower. He just picked up some clothes from its drawer for it and chucked them at the slave. Just a pair of sweat pants and a white t shirt. It was an interesting choice and James smirked as he was aware of how curious the choice was. No underwear and no socks, nothing else but the T and pants. James was doing something that I hadn't pushed. It wasn't that I wasn't going to, but I thought pushing the fag too quick would be devastating to getting it were I needed to get it to be.

White T shirts and grey jogging bottoms were often used in households that owned slaves as appropriate garments for outside wear. I had seen slaves on James family estate in California drop their bottoms at a moment notice and allow James to fuck them in a secluded area. These type of clothing just makes a slaves body easily accessible to their betters. It also sends a message to lowlifes like Red was now.

I clearly now understood that the faggot needed James as much as it needed myself. It then flicked the kettle on and began its routine in making its first meal. It was going to be twenty five minutes before it was ready.

Then James turned around to me and winked.

"Make out time!" he moved towards me and grabbed hold of me and began kissing me. I was attracted to James in many ways, and he was all Alpha, but so was I. However, neither of us would be this intimate with a faggot like 'red' and kissing like we did, gave us both something that a faggot can't.

Red was cleaning itself up inside and eating its meal in the shower room. We were enjoying our own company.

**

We talked about the rest of the day and that we would go to Kensington around four from my place. James agreed that he would meet me back here and make sure that 'the faggot' was with him.

After the faggot had finished in the bathroom we showered together and the faggot cleaned the room as much as he could in fifteen minutes, which wasn't too bad, all things considered. We all were soon ready along with Red. They both left me with James kissing me passionately on the lips and I messed with Red's hair. It was a sign of an alpha to do so. It showed the omega animal its place.

**

My day went quick, having a lecture on slave licencing in Europe and then some research in the library. Once I returned to the room my father video called both myself and Khalli.

Apparently, a business partner in the UK had double crossed him and broke some contract rules. He was going to turn up and the apartments with another business partner who appeared to be working together, and Father wanted us to have a meeting with them and himself on a video chat and look at moving forward. I knew what father meant by that. Things in my father's world always happened swiftly.

Soon after James returned with some weekend clothes, and he had Red carry his bags. I had an entire wardrobe at the Kensington apartments and Red didn't need anything at all. James ensured that the fags collar was on and that he was ready. My phone pinged when the car arrived. It was the family Rolls Royce. Red carried James's bags, and we were soon in the back.

The Rolls was big enough, with plenty of seats and room, but I had plans.

"Strip, Red!"

He did and soon he was naked. I then pulled down the back seat to reveal a 2045-slavecage. It was trademarked by my family. If you ever seen Harry Potter, you would understand the referral to year for the cage. However, this wasn't all sweetness from a child's fantasy story. This was a devilish device that is used for the transportation of slaves and faggots. In the back of the Rolls there was six of them in total and all six were all stackable and accessible from the back of the car and the boot.

Once I lifted the cage door up, then a lubed butt plug would push into the slaves lower fuck hole and then pulling the little balls of the slave backwards through the back of the cage. His balls were caught in a trap, working in the same way as a humbler device would do. Only with this cage the faggot was trapped by its little ball set in the cage. The cage back would transcend further up than before making it almost impossible for the faggot to become comfortable. The good news for this fag slave was that we were only twenty five minutes away and if it was lucky it would be out of the cage in next to no time at all.

Have you ever been in a humbler that is higher up than your body. The aches that it causes in your upper arms becomes worst as time goes by. The best thing, or worst thing is that the butt plug causes the faggot to fuck itself whilst moving. The feel of the road vibrates them even more. Every single bump in the road would make the faggots sensations worst as the journey progress. Most slaves would have a gag in their upper fuck holes, often they would have an o ring. This one however had nothing in its upper fuck hole and because of this fact you could hear every single moan it was making in the back.

James and I talked for the journey. He asked if I was ok with him taking control of the slave at all. I was more than happy for him to be its secondary master. I was more than happy for us using the faggot in sex.

I have known James for many years as our families have worked together in the past, dating back to the seventeen century. We had been close friends since we were about five. Our families have been more interwind at times than anyone would care to admit. When I was ordered by my father that I would be staying in the hall of residence he told me about a 'cunt' (his words) on the team who was up himself and he suggested that he could fix it that he shared my room and we both could humiliate him a little and bring him down a little.