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Blake had found the SlaveFarm website recently, and had decided to put himself up for auction. He had always known that he was meant to be a slave and that was what he wanted more than anything, and with this ad he hoped it would finally come true. His ad said this: Slave for life 24 year old white male, no friends or family, seeks to become someones permanent property. Will serve 24/7/365 for rest of slaves life. Winner of this property must be able to come and collect the slave, and must be willing and able to immediately remove the slaves cock, sac, and balls. If you are unable to collect and neuter this property please do not bid. Slave is a house slave only and is not to be made to take on outside work. Slave will serve in any manner within owners home or on owners property. If you cannot accept this or dont want a house slave, please do not bid. Winner of this property must be willing to keep slave naked or in minimal clothing at all times or at least at all available times. Owner must also keep slave in chains or slave may run away. If you cannot accept any of the above, please do not bid. Slave cannot wait to become someones property for the rest of its life, no trial period, immediate lifetime slavery. With that, he set the minimum bid at one dollar and posted the ad. Now, two weeks later, the auction was closed and he officially was someones property. According to the information he had been provided, a Mistress known as Mistress Hellfire had won him, and would be at his residence later this night to collect her property. That was all he knew. He really had no idea what was in store for him, though he hoped that she would uphold all parts of his ad. At ten oclock that night, she still had not arrived and Blake wondered if she had not been able to find the place. But at ten twenty-three there was a knock on his front door. He opened it to find a beautiful red-headed woman standing there with a large dog cage on a cart, and a satchel slung over her shoulder. Blake? Mistress Hellfire? Nodding, she pushed her way past him, tugging the cage and cart behind her. Close the door. Doing as he was told, he saw that she had gone into his living room where he had already drawn all the curtains. She went immediately to his computer, which sat on a small table under one window. As she inserted a disk into the drive, he noticed that her hands were gloved in the clear plastic gloves used in the food industry. This has a virus that will destroy everything on your computer. The only people who have a record of you becoming my property are at the SlaveFarm, and they wont tell anyone. To the rest of the world, you will disappear under mysterious circumstances tonight. Yes, Mistress, Blake said. Then stars blossomed in front of his eyes as she back-handed him with a blow that sent him to the floor. I didnt give you permission to speak slave. She had very clearly enunciated the word slave to show him exactly what his status was, and that he was already her property. Yes, Mistress, he said struggling to get to his feet. However, he had only half-risen when her foot caught him square in the balls; he collapsed back onto the floor holding his wounded rocks. I said that you will speak only when told to speak, you will learn that or I will remove your tongue. Blake looked up at her, but the look on her face told him she was serious. Now, get up and remove your clothes. As he took off his shirt and started to fold it, she said, Just drop them anywhere. Dont bother being neat about it, it would be more suspicious than I want if the cops find them folded neatly on your couch! He dropped the shirt, and moved on to his Adidas shorts. As he stripped, she opened the cage and took out a folded black tarp and laid it on the floor next to it. Once he was naked, she beckoned him over to her. All that hair will have to go, but that will be dealt with later. For now, we must deal with necessities. With that, she reached into her satchel and drew out a sold steel collar, and working swiftly she locked it about his neck. Get in the cage, with your back against the bars, and spread your legs. He did as she had instructed him, and noticed that he had to bend his neck as he couldnt sit totally upright, the cage was too small. Unable to see what she was up to, he jumped a little when he felt her run a chain through the d-ring on the back of his collar and up over one of the bars on the top of the cage. He clearly heard a lock click into place. Next, he felt her pull his arms through the bars behind him and lock handcuffs about his wrists. Several moments later, she was in front of him, reaching into the cage. She had a device like odd pliers in her hand, and several small bright-green rubber bands. He knew instantly that it was an elastrator and that she was about to band him. This is it, he thought, now Im really in. Working swiftly she placed a band about the neck of his scrotum and ratcheted it tight and secured it with a metal cover. He grunted; he would not scream. Next she repeated the process and placed a band just above his left nut, and then one just above his right nut. Each one elicited only a grunt. Then finally she secured two bands tightly around the base of his stiffening cock. We have a long trip ahead of us, and by the time we get there, these will be long dead. She squeezed his banded genitals as she said this, emphasizing her point. She then shoved a ball gag into his mouth, closed and locked the cage, and secured each of his ankles to opposite corners. Suddenly his world went dark. Blake knew that his Mistress had covered the cage in black tarp. Minutes later he felt the cage shudder as it was pulled on its wheels from his home; a home he would never see again. It was indeed a long trip. It took well over three days to reach their destination; all the while Blake was left chained and gagged in the cagewhich, while he didnt know it, rested locked in the back of a large U-Haul truck. He was never fed during the trip, and only given water once a day. He was made to sit in his own piss and mess the whole time and he had not felt his cock or balls since the first day, when Mistress Hellfire had said, Now youre a sexless slave, and well remove those dead things when I get you home. And so Blake spent the remainder of the trip to his new home contemplating his fate, and what his new life would bring. He didnt care how much pain or humiliation this new life brought with it. It was what he had been born to experience; it was what he had always wanted. And now, as he sat locked and gagged in a cage with long dead genitals, he knew, this is what he had, and what he would always have. He was now, and forever a sexless house slave. Please email me with comments. 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