Johannes strode across his room, and opened his closet door to get his
jeans and leather jacket just as Jeff's Chronivac chimed.
"What the hell?" he said.
His clothing was gone. In its place now hung various leather and steel
harnesses, and other bondage gear. Johannes clenched his fists and
slammed the closet door. He took a step backward into the wall as he
stared at his transformed room. It was now all painted with glossly
white latex paint including the floors. His carpet, furniture,
posters and -everything was gone. It had all been replaced.
A leather sling hung from a hook mounted in the ceiling. The window
was gone and replaced by a door to the outside. In place of his bed,
Johannes now had a straw filled stall. There was a drain in the
middle of the floor and a hose/shower area now stood where his desk
had been. The walls were lined with various restraints, whips and
other tools of punishment. Johannes swallowed hard. His back had been
to the room for only a few seconds it was impossible. Then he started
reading the new posters on the walls.
"OBEY YOUR MASTER!" read one with a picture of Jeff.
The others were similar. Johannes growled. He slammed his fist into
his palm. He didn't know how Jeff had done it, but he knew he had.
Johannes threw open his door and balked. It wasn't the hallway. His
room was now in the basement. There were the basement stairs, but
Johannes suddenly knew that he wasn't permitted to use those stairs.
He looked around and saw the rope hanging through the hole in the
ceiling. He immediately began climbing. He climbed 12 feet to the
ground floor, but he didn't get off here where the hole opened in a
closet. He continued climbing and got off. He was upstairs in a
closet. He caught his breath after his workout, then he opened the
door. The hallway was different. He was in the suite of two rooms, a
common area and bathroom that he had shared with his stepbrother, but
it was clearly all Jeff's space now. The Foosball table was gone. In
its place was a game table with a chess board on it. There was a
history text book lying open on the table. The chapter heading caught
Johannes' eye. He reached down and grabbed the book and started
reading.
"Modern Slavery In The USA," read the chapter heading. Beneath it was
a photo of a presidential inaugural parade, but instead of a car, it
was a carriage being drawn by a dozen naked white and Asian slaves.
The caption read, "President Truman's Inauguration after his re-
election. Symbolizing the superiority of the allies over the Axis,
prisoners of war pull the president's carriage."
As Johannes read, he learned how during the Depression slavery was
reintroduced to the United States as a way of dealing with rampant
unemployment. Primarily prisoners were enslaved and it represented
less than 2 percent of the economy. During the war, using German,
Italian and Japanese POW's as slaves became widespread. After the
war, thousands of foreign slaves were imported as war reparations. By
the 60's the growth spurt that had been fueled by foreign war slaves
was petering out, and there was a baby boom to deal with. Enslavement
laws were broadened to deal with the growing unemployment and surplus
population.
Johannes couldn't believe what he was reading. His eyes were
transfixed to the page. He knew this was bogus, but he also knew it
was all true. He didn't hear Jeff's door open or see his stepbrother
and master staring at him.
Jeff grinned. It had worked. He cleared his throat and barked out,
"Yo-yo, get your butt over here, and kiss your master's crotch like
you really mean it!"
"Wha-?" roared Johannes, but to his horror. He found his body moving
as it was ordered. He rushed over to Jeff and dropped to his knees.
He tried to pull his head away. He said, "No-oomph." His no cut short
by his lips French kissing Jeff's crotch. Tears welled up in his eyes
as he looked up at Jeff, "Why?" he whispered.
"Why did you do that? Or why are you my slave?"
"I'm not your slave," Johannes said. He instantly knew that he was
dead wrong.
"Yes, you are, and there's nothing you can do about it, boy."
"B-boy?" growled Johannes.
"Yes, boy. You ever hear of a Chronivac, Yo-yo?"
"My name's Johannes!"
"No it's Yo-yo. Now tell me your name, Yo-yo!"
"My name is Yo-er, uh, my name is Yo-yo!" sobbed Johannes as he knelt
at Jeff's feet.
"Now about the Chronivac?"
"Oh, it's just an urban legend - isn't it?"
"Now you are forbidden to tell anyone ever what I'm going to tell you
now, Yoyo. The Chronivac is real. I just used it on you. I changed
reality to make you my slave. When mother married my dad, your dad had
already been enslaved, so you were enslaved too. They shipped you out
to Oldham Farms to be trained as a ponyslave. You were brought back
to serve me on my 15th birthday when I got my slavedriver's permit.
You're my personal and ponyslave. To Johannes horror, he remembered
everything that Jeff described, but he also remembered that his real
father had declared bankruptcy, and his mother had remarried. He had
been the star football player in high school, and he was a leader at
his college campus, and all of that was gone.
"Only you and I remember what was, Yoyo. And you cannot tell anyone
what I did, and you cannot touch the Chronivac to try to change
anything," Jeff explained, "While you have your old memories, you must
obey my commands and any other free person's command. Now I'm going to
go to town, so I need you to slide down the rope and go put on your
black riding harness, and then go harness yourself to my carriage.
I'll be down in a minute."
"Yes, master," Johannes heard himself say as he stood up, and bowed.
"Oh, and take off those clothes," Jeff said, "Slaves are normally
naked, right?"
"Yes, master," Johannes said sullenly as he slid off Jeff's boxer
briefs. He was startled to see that he no longer had tan lines, and
that his cock had been pierced.
Naked with his head hanging, Johannes returned to the closet, and
started to slide down the rope. Jeff grinned as he heard Yoyo yelp in
pain - "Rope burn!"
Jeff went back to his room to make some improvements to his own body,
and tweak Yoyo's a bit before he went into see how the town had been
reshaped in his new reality.
Yoyo adjusted his harness and exited via the outside door. It led up
concrete steps to the garage which no longer housed automobiles.
Jeff's carriage was red and black fiberglass, and Yoyo efficiently
harnessed himself to the carriage thanks to his new memories of being
a slave. It was a bit disconcerting, Johannes had been angry most of
the time, and he was confused by the fact that Yoyo was content and
happy to be a slave. Maybe Jeff had done him a favor? he wondered as
he pulled the carriage out of the garage and around to the front of
the house.
Only after a few minutes of standing there naked did it suddenly hit
Johannes that he was standing naked out on the street harnessed to a
buggy. He heard heavy breathing, running feet and the creak of
wheels. A milk wagon came up the street drawn by a dozen strapping
naked men. Johannes stared as he recognized Coach Griggs as the lead
pony. He didn't know the other slaves, but he knew better than to
speak. Coach Griggs showed no recognition as he ran passed.
That's right only Johannes and Jeff have memories of what used to and
was supposed to be.
The door opened, but Johannes couldn't see because of the blinders.
He knew better than to turn his head.
A hand slapped his right butt cheek.
"Looking good, Yoyo!" Jeff said as he climbed into the carriage.
A whip cracked neck to Yoyo's ear. Jeff said, "Gidyap!"
Johannes started to run. The reins steered him to move away from the
curb as he pulled the carriage. Johannes was surprised at how easily
the carriage moved. It seemed lighter then before even with Jeff in
it. Then Johannes noted how tight the harness now felt against his
skin. Jeff must have used the Chronivac to make him buffer. He was
stronger, and he realized maybe an inch or two taller as he pulled the
carriage. Once they left their street, Jeff and Johannes started
noticing a lot more traffic. There were litter bearers, slave drawn
buggies like Jeff's, teams of slaves drawing carts, wagons and large
carriages. It was amazing.
Jeff's jaw dropped as he recognized one of a pair of slaves drawing a
white carriage toward him. The one he recognized was Pete "Butch"
Parker, a jock and bully, and his best friend's brother. Jeff thought
it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Only as the carriage drew
closer did he recognize the other shaved slave. It was Butch's
brother. It was Jeff's best friend Steve Parker.
"What are you gawking at, Jeffrey?" asked the driver of the other
buggy, as she reined her slaves to stop.
"Huh? Oh, they look so much alike," he blurted out. He pulled his
reins too, stopping Yoyo.
"Yes, they are a nice matched pair, but they are brothers after all,"
said Megan Parker.
"But they're your brothers?" Jeff said.
Megan rolled her eyes, "Isn't that slave your brother?"
"Stepbrother," Jeff answered.
"Oh," answered Megan knowingly, "You thought these were my brothers?
Who told you that? They're stepbrothers. You know most children are
enslaved when their parents divorce. My stepbrothers were enslaved
when my father divorced their mother before he married my mother and I
was born. They do look a lot like dad, but he said it was better for
them to be enslaved and sold than to have a mixed family, and his
bitch of an ex-wife wanted the money anyway. I was lucky that the man
who bought them kept them as a pair, and I was able to buy them at his
Estate Sale. Father wasn't exactly pleased though," she added in a
confused sad voice.