"What the fuck?" Chad said as he copied down the number for slaveregister.com from the small of his back right
above his butt crack.
Down around his ankles, Jake laughed. He no longer had the bar code on his body, now Chad was the slave. He
stopped his silent laughing. No, he was no longer a slave, he was worse off. He was the underwear of a
slave. He had planned that fate for Chad, but no it wasn't to be.
Chad was already at the computer by the time Jake sobered up. He watched the site load. Then he entered the
number from his backside, and his jaw dropped. There were photos of him. Not as he looked before, but as he
looked now. He scrolled down to the ownership information. He had a registered slave contract, the details
specified total ownership, total subjugation on his part, and defined his new role in life. Chad swallowed, as
he read each word, he knew with every fiber of his being it was true. He didn't want to believe, but he did.
What had Jake done to him? He looked at the owner's name again. It took a minute for it to sink in.
Then his cell phone rang - er, maybe it was Jake's cell phone, or maybe his phone had changed along with
himself? He didn't know he answered.
A firm voice said, "Chad? Where are you? After you changed, you were supposed to report for your piercings."
"Uh, sorry, m-" Chad tried to resist, not to apologize, but he was a slave and his owner was chastising him,
he had to be sorry.