I stand taller.And Now — Man-Owner Bonding”Hardass!” Mr JL, father of Jamie, my 23-year-old life slave, and his brother, Luke, my 18-year-old indenture.I DON’T halt, come to attention, military turn to face him, salute, and say, Sir! Yes sir!” like Mr Hardwicke said I would yesterday (Chapter 12). Men we pass, even our dudes, smile, whistle, rub n swat my redhot glutes. Gay sex “Right. Selling new slaves earns the county money, they don’t have to pay to jail the dudes, and the supply never runs out.” So Phillips will pay for the 15 months that my 40% makes the six months that they tried to steal when they didn’t tell me about the 10% amnesty on my five-year indenture. Back in my “Reluctant gladiator” prehistory on nifty.org/authoritarian, Attorney Jon, one of my masters now plus creator and trustee of my BVI trust that owns me and my men , and his wife Anne, my defence attorney, sprang me and Jamie from Phillips (Chapter 9). They’d had the stable’s top two (me n Mike) fight, then rented the winner (me) to impregnate Anne because her body rejected Jon’s fetuses (Chapter 11). “Our” son is developing nicely.Gotta ask one more thing. “Sir! Am I a pain pig? Am I a blacksnake n ass-strap whore?” He holds
