Test Results

Connor wasn’t sure how old he actually was now; he rarely even knew what day of the week it was any more. He didn’t need to know those kinds of things, because he was a slave, a sex slave.

Growing up he hadn’t dreamed of being another man’s slave (especially considering he had been heterosexual), he had wanted to be a firefighter like his older brother and father. He had trained and studied for it, but he still had to pass the aptitude test that everyone took at the end of their senior year. He had figured he was a shoe-in, but the test came back otherwise, declaring that his ideal career was slavedom.

Connor had tried to fight this outcome, but it got him nowhere, these tests were binding. He didn’t want to be a slave, he knew the test had to be wrong, but the government said otherwise. He did have a choice of the kind of slave he would become: a sex slave, a work slave or a test slave. Of course he choose sex slave. He was stripped of his clothes, his freedom, and sold off not to a woman but a man.

For the longest time, Connor hated this life he was stuck in. But slowly, he found it wasn’t so terrible. He grew to enjoy it, and now he relishes the moments his Master is balls deep in his slave cunt. Maybe the test was right after all. What Connor will never know though is that it was wrong, he was destined to be a firefighter, his test results got switched with another guys, and while the government did eventually learn this, they’re never going to admit they were wrong.