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Yack’s pedigree traces back to some of the earliest American white slaves that were shipped across the Caribbean Sea as gifts to help develop the island nations. But, all Yack knows is Jamaica. Namely, the sweltering heat, the insects, and the storms. Most of his days are spent slaving over his Master’s family’s lush, tropical lawns under the constant watch (and whip) of the head gardener. Some days he’s leased to a banana plantations for a tidy side profit.

Yack’s broad shoulders, strong back, muscular rump, and legs make him very well-suited for this type of work.

courtesy of Caucbuck

Six months ago, I had my slave, Biscuit, cunted.  Here, we see him sitting for his semi-annual check-up.  According to the Vet, his newly created vagina has healed beautifully.

SLAVERY IS GOOD FOR YOU

We judge the age of this slave to be in its early forties, given it has those arm band designs which were popular with young free men 20-25 years ago.  Most free males of that age would not be as muscular, would have gained fat and flab, and would not have the heart and lung capacity to work hard for extended periods.  

Undeniably the diet of strictly measured quantities of nutritionally-balanced  slave chow, coupled with unrelenting work “under the lash” has left the slave in excellent physical condition, one which almost all its free contempories would envy.

It’s relatively stress free, too, not having to be concerned about appeasing a boss to keep a job, or earning enough to pay all the bills and taxes. And it’s unworried by politics, the economy, the threat of war, violence on the streets, etc., as it has no access to newspapers, TV and radio. So it can look forward to a long life, unworried by the prospect of heart disease and strokes.  

Finally, consider its cock: few free men of its age get sex every single night, as there are always other slaves in the slave barn who a tough elder male like this can fuck.

courtesy of Pete Brown

Typical slave advertisement.

WONDERING

Tod’s always been an athlete. At High School, and college, and once he started work he went to the gym at least four times a week and did a lot of cycling most weekends.  He’s proud of his body, loves it’s hard, lean look - and knows that he’s nothing to be ashamed of when he strips off as he’s got a good cock too, and knows how to use it as a whole lot of local women have learned.

But now he’s a slave.  Stupid, really - there was no need to go with a married woman at all. And then get sued for damages by her husband when she tried for a divorce to “be with Tod”!  He couldn’t pay, so is being sold off to discharge the debt.

Tod’s about to go up onto the auction block. He knows he’s got a great body and all the men there will be envious of him. But the thought of being naked in front of 100 or so men and women makes him nervous. And another slave has told him that men like him are never bought by women, only by other men.

courtesy of Pete Brown