The Chip: Alex's New Life

By Sir Kinyon

edited by junior wayne

Part 2

The day had arrived! Alex had waited for two weeks and now it was finally here.
Alex sat in the now empty living room of his dinky little apartment. An apartment that,
after today, he will never see again. He sat waiting for his ride. Two weeks ago when
Agent Harrison left his apartment, Alex made a beeline for his telephone. He had a million
questions to ask. Through his telephone conversation, Alex learned that "certain
individuals" had developed a microchip that when introduced into the bloodstream is able
inhibit the function of some very specific areas of the brain, and stimulate the function of
others. There was a lot of medical mumbo jumbo that he didn't understand, but what he
gathered was that the honky injected with the microchip would still remember most things
from his former life. He would remember his education, his life experiences, even his
family and relationships. The latter, however, will simply be much less important. They
know what has been done to them, but because of the chip, they are powerless to do anything
about it. A chipped slave will find it utterly impossible to disobey a directive, even if
that directive would cause him bodily harm. Alex also learned that these chips were first
delivered to the white members of the military, who of course, continued to perform their
duties as usual. Second was the supreme court and then congress. Alex was curious to note
that the president's situation had been deemed classified. Alex also had questions about the white man's new status. He had difficulty understanding the fact that honkys would no longer be considered human. He learned that, not only was it true, but that honkys (their new official name) would have a status lower than the animals. Alex still wasn't sure how that would work, so he just decided not to worry about it.

Alex was woken from his revery by a knock at the door. He literally leaped to his
feet and answered the door. A representative of the Transition Authority was standing
there, a handsome black man of about 35. He introduced himself as Troy. Without
hesitation, Alex handed one suitcase to Troy, grabbed his other two bags and bounded down
the stairs. On the way to the new house, Troy explained to Alex that his new house and car
were once owned by a mid level executive at a fortune 500 company. As they turned into the
gated community (still largely deserted), Alex was in awe. He had only seen neighborhoods
like this in magazines. Even though, most of the lawns were overgrown and some of the
houses in disrepair, Alex could tell that this was a rich white people's neighborhood. He
suddenly felt out of place. Usually when two black men were seen driving around in a
neighborhood like this, they could count on being arrested. As they drove, Troy pointed to
several freshly painted houses where the lawns had been cut and neatly tended. He explained
that there were many other members of the program that had already settled in and these were now their homes.

The house that Troy pulled up in front of was, without a doubt, the largest house
that Alex had ever seen up close. The front yard was at least half an acre in itself. The
house was red brick with two stories and a two car garage. This is MY house? Alex thought
to himself. If only Nana could see Me now. When the two black men entered the door, they
were met by four of the best looking honkys that Alex had ever seen. He immediately noticed
that each one was completely different. There was a tall, thin one with blonde hair, a
shorter, very fit one with red hair, a very short thick one with brown hair, and a hulking
specimen that had been shaved bald. Each was completely naked except for a silver metal
collar on around his neck. "Have the four of you finished cleaning?" Troy asked.
"Yes Master" the four white slaves responded almost in unison. Alex was in awe,
especially when Troy informed him that he could choose his slave from among these four. If
he didn't like any of these, he was welcome to drive down to headquarters the next day and
take his pick from a larger selection of merchandise.

"No," Alex said almost too quickly. "I want that one" he pointed at the redhead.

"You certain this is the one you want, Mr. Sebastian?" Troy said looking at Alex
pointedly. "Once I register and band him, that's it." Troy continued. "Any other honky you
want will have to be purchased from the government, or a private dealer once we start mass
distribution."

"Yes," Alex said looking over his choice. "This is the one. I've always liked
redheads. What's his name?"

"Oh, he doesn't have one yet," Troy opened his briefcase and pulled out a file.

"It will be up to you to name him. Here's his file. In it you will find everything you
need to know about your property, including his complete history...even medical. All of the
slaves that we distribute in this first wave are perfect specimens of good health and
intelligence, we can't vouch for the ones that will be mass distributed. Just think of it
as a little 'thank you' for all of your help." As he was speaking, Troy was removing
several things from his briefcase. "You." he pointed to the redhead. "Stay, this is your
new home. Say hello to your new Master."

The slave looked at Alex, bowed his head and said in a deep but subdued voice, "Hello Master."
"You other three go and wait in the car" Troy commanded. With that, the other three honkys headed to the door.

"Aren't you afraid that they'll get away?" Alex said slightly worried.

"Of course not Mr. Sebastian, the microchip insures that they follow every command.
When I get out there, the three of them will be waiting for Me in the car. The chip has
suppressed their ego, so they won't even argue over who get's to ride shotgun, hehe. Now,
there is just one more thing." Troy picked up a strange looking device that he had just
pulled out of his briefcase. Noticing the bewildered look on Alex's face, he began to
explain. "This is a bander, Mr. Sebastian." It looked like a weird set of pliers with a
fist sized box on the business end. On one side of the box there was a numeric keypad, and
there was a good sized hole in the end. "Every slave walking the street will be banded"
This was said as he bent down in front of the slave and began to stuff the honky's goose egg
sized balls into the hole at the end of the bander. He was not making any attempt
whatsoever to be gentle as evident by the pained look on the honky's face. To his credit,
though, the slave made no move to get away or to protect this jewels from the pain. Once
the balls were stuffed into the bander, Troy squeezed on the pier-like handles. There was a
loud pop and sizzle, accompanied by a little yelp from the slave. The hurt and confused
look on his face was almost comical. Once the deed was done, Troy pulled the bander away
and with just a little wiggle and plop , the slave's balls were free again. Well, free
might not be the right word, Alex thought as he saw what had been done. The slave's large
balls were pulled tightly together by a little silver band. The band was half an inch wide
and about that in circumference. It went around his entire scrotum, turning his balls into
a tight little package.

On the band was a series of numbers. After getting back to his feet, Troy reached
into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a tiny little keypad. he typed something in
and replaced the device back in his pocket. "Now." He said, looking back up at Alex,
"you're all set. Your property has been registered to you. If for some reason you should
lose him or he is stolen, he can be easily tracked down and returned to you." Troy looked
very pleased with himself. Any questions before I go?"

"Well, yes," Alex said, "if you have time, I DO have a few questions."

"That's what I'm here for, Mr. Sebastian",Troy looked around for a place to sit.
Eyeing two antique high-backed chairs right there in the main foyer, he sat down and
motioned for Alex to do the same. "What do you need to know?" Troy said as he leaned back
into the chair.

"Um, first off Troy, where are his clothes, I mean...what does he wear?"

"Hahaha," Troy laughed a bit, "Mr. Sebastian, have you ever owned a dog?"

"Yes, when I was little."

"Did you ever put clothes on him?" Troy quipped.

"Well, no but..."

"Then why would you put clothes on a honky? Troy said, holding back a chuckle. You
have to get used to the fact that what is standing there," Troy gestured absently at the
honky "what you now OWN, is NOT a man. Sure, we refer to him as "he" but that's just
because it's easier to do so. But trust me, Mr. Sebastian he is NOT a person. He is your
property, you can do whatever you want with him and to him. He will not and cannot
complain, protest or refuse. Hell even if he could, it would make no difference. Get used
to it, Mr. Sebastian. Now if you WANT to put clothes on him, dress him up or whatever, that
is completely up to you."

"I, see" Alex said as he pondered Troy's words and looked over at the honky.

"Now we DO ask that you not take him outside of this community until after the news
conference in about a month. Right after that, mass distribution will begin, and you'll be
seeing naked honkys all over the place!" Troy said with enthusiasm. "I personally can't
wait to show off the hot piece of ass I've got at home." Troy said as he laughed out loud.

"Okay, Troy, that leads me to my next question." Alex leaned in, lowered his voice
conspiratorially and asked" How do do you know if he's gay?"

"GAY?" Troy laughed, "Mr. Sebastian, you don't get it yet. Come here slave." He
motioned for the honky, who wasted no time getting there. "This is not a MAN! Troy stated
firmly. "On your knees!" He ordered. The slave knelt in front of Troy. "It is a honky!"
Troy reached out as he said this and grabbed one of the slaves pink nipples between thumb
and forefinger. He squeezed...HARD. So hard in fact that the slave opened his mouth and
let out a yell. "Shut up, BITCH!" Troy yelled, but did not decrease the pressure on the
slave's nipple. For his part, the slave DID shut up, though obviously with great
difficulty. "A honky is not straight or gay Mr. Sebastian, it's just a honky. Any other
questions?"

"Nope, that just about covers it for now" Alex said, rising from his seat. Troy
released the death grip he had on the slave's nipple and began to rise, himself.

"Well, good," he said walking back toward the table where his briefcase lay open.
He reached in and pulled out another folder and handed it to Alex. In here you'll find your
class schedule, they start a week from Monday, by the way, directions to the university, and
My business card are inside the folder. If you have any questions at all, don't hesitate to
call. I'm also your guidance counselor."

As Alex was following him to the door, Troy stopped and said, "One piece of advice,
Mr. Sebastian...use the honky. You'll enjoy fucking him, no doubt, but don't just fuck
him...USE HIM." Troy said slowly and purposefully. "This house needs a bit of work to get
it in tip top shape. There is no need for you to lift a finger, unless you want to. Train
your honky to be the exact slave that you need and want. You won't be disappointed. Call
my office anytime, Mr. Sebastian". And with that, he was gone.

The Chip: Alex's New World
Part 1a:
"DUKE"
by junior wayne

Duke sat and watched the two black men talk. A muddied expression of confusion
smeared across his face that gave him the appearance of being either deep in thought or
absolutely and totally befuddled. The black men continued to speak, to each other,
completely ignoring duke. Duke knew this is how it should be, he mustn't speak unless
spoken to. Occasionally Duke's expression would change slightly, his brow would rise and
his lips would purse as if he were going to speak but had forgotten what it was he had to
say, his head would tilt slightly to one side and his forehead would crease and his brow
would furrow again.

Duke wasn't completely sure what the two men were discussing, although he understood
it was important for Master Sebastian to know what Master Harrison was saying. Duke vaguely
knew it had something to do with honkies like himself, something to do with... A flash of
memory. Dukes very own abduction and transformation began to surface, he began to ponder
it's meaning. He wasn't always like this... He was... there used to be...

Duke's mind drifted. What was he thinking about? Why was he here? Because...
because Master Harrison had told him to come. That explanation, his mind told him, was
right, but there was an uneasy feeling in the back of his head, as if there were more.
Something missing. The more he tried to remember the further away it seemed. What was he
trying to remember? It didn't seem important. Not nearly as important as Master
Harrison, and the fact that, in Master's left jacket pocket, he'd have a sugar cube for when
Duke was a good honky.

There it was again, honky...that word seemed odd somehow... honky... but Duke was a
honky, he knew this, he definitely wasn't a human being like Master Harrison, that was
obvious. Yet still there seemed to be something more to it, but it eluded Duke.

"duke, strip and present" Duke was pulled from his fugue by Agent Harrison's
sharp words.

“Yes Master” Duke replied quietly. He rose from his chair and obeyed without
question. It was nice to be free of the binding clothing Duke thought. Duke was normally
kept naked, which felt completely natural to Duke. He also normally wore a thick leather
collar around his neck. It wasn't there today, and duke missed the tight and comforting
feel of it around his neck. Once naked, duke dropped to his knees, laid his face on the
cheap lino, spread his thighs, and stuck his ass in the air. The feeling of air across his
asshole and exposed balls felt good, felt right. Following Master Harrison's commands made
duke feel happy and excited. To please Master Harrison filled duke with overwhelming pride,
though he wasn't sure why, or from where it came, he felt it wholeheartedly and sincerely
none the less.

There was something more though, he was sure. If only he could remember. As Duke
held the 'present' position he tried to remember why he needed to do this seemingly
humiliating thing. It was humiliating, wasn't it? Duke wasn't sure anymore. At the
training center he was taught all manner of positions, responses and actions. He felt, as
he always did in these situations, that he should be ashamed and repulsed. Thoughts flooded
his mind with ideas, like he should want to stop these violations. But the idea of not
being complacent to a Black Man's command was abhorrent to Duke. So, surely, this is how it
must be.

With that thought, Duke felt Agent Harrison's finger slam into his pussy. That was
odd, Duke thought. There's another word... pussy. Yes he thought, that's correct. I have
an ass pussy. My Master has told me so. Feeling his Master's finger slide effortlessly
through his pink pucker gave Duke a huge burst of self value. He had meaning and purpose!
Duke closed his eyes and a wide grin spread across his face. The finger pulled out almost
as quickly as it had entered and Duke felt the familiar 'SMACK' across his backside. Duke
remembered his training and remained silent.

It was good to be silent. Honkys should be seen and not heard. These words kept
rolling around in Duke's head. A honky should never tell a Black Man 'no' and must always
be eager to serve and willing to obey. More words from his training echoing through his mind,
growing louder and louder, stifling other thoughts, other memories.

Duke reveled in the sound of the words, the voice was not his own. It was the voice
of trainers from the center, the voice of Master Harrison, the voice of every black man he'd
ever met. All speaking in unison, drilling so completely into his very being that Duke
forgot he even had an inner voice of his own. He rolled on the wave of their baritone
harmony. There it was! Duke could hear it now, his own inner voice, softly, beneath the
din of the others. A tiny pink speck in an unknowable expanse of mysterious ebony. What
was his voice saying? Duke strained to hear it.

Against the floor, his forehead wrinkled and his lips pursed again. He could make
out the words now as it grew louder and the din of the others faded. It was repeating the
same words... 'must always be eager to serve and willing to obey... a honky is not a human,
a honky is an inferior animal....'

“Duke shoes” Again Agent Harrison's words brought Duke back to reality. He
immediately fell upon Harrison's shoes and did what was expected. Duke loved performing
this service, he felt a warm, satisfied glow from deep within every time he was allowed to
lick his Master's shoes. The mere act seemed to somehow complete Duke. Duke felt whole
running his tongue along his Master's shoe and if he were really good, Master Harrison would
allow him to lick the soles of his shoes as well!

He MUST lick the shoes, it is everything he was meant to be, meant to do. Here at
Master Harrison's feet, his tongue stuck out, licking furiously at the leather shoe, Duke
was fulfilled.

The feeling of fulfillment was short lived, as Agent Harrison kicked at duke. Duke
knew that the kick meant to back off the shoe. He felt momentarily lost, and slightly hurt
at being deprived his Master's shoe. But his training kicked in and he fell back to his
previous position, head down, ass up. The slight breeze in the air blowing across his
exposed hole and nuts brought the goofy smile back to Dukes face. The taste of his Master's
leather shoes still in his mouth, Duke drifted on a wave of contentment. He could hear the
black men talking, discussing other important things. Their words were far but their voices
close. Duke felt love and devotion for his Master, for all black men, for all human beings.

Duke was still blissing from licking his Master's shoes when he felt two fingers
invade his pink pucker. The thrust caught him off guard and he let out a moan of pleasure.
Duke also loved having his pussy toyed with. His eyes closed and his smile widened. But
all too soon, the fingers left and he heard his Master command “Duke, get dressed.”

Duke hurried to put the uncomfortable clothes back on. He somehow felt restricted
in them. Duke felt like they were a lie. The clothes made him feel something peculiar as
well, another memory masquerading as a feeling. The feeling, too faint to recall, too
unimportant to worry about was gone as he finished dressing. Duke stood quietly in the
corner watching the two black men discuss important things. Important things about the
black man's world. A world in which he was only a thing, a commodity, a useful tool. Duke
smiled, he was happy to have purpose and meaning. Just then Master Harrison's words
reverberated. “Duke, come.”

The Chip: Alex's New Life by SirKinyon

The Chip: Alex's New Life
By Sir Kinyon edited by junior wayne

Part 1

Alex couldn't believe his luck. He had just received a registered letter from the government. He had been chosen to participate in the new relocation program. Within the next week or so, he would be leaving his tiny little efficiency apartment and his dead end job. He'll be moving to what used to be known as the white part of town. Alex will also enter into a career training program and be given a new job. All of this was very exciting and Alex couldn't wait, but the thing that MOST excited him about his new life was that, in addition to his new home and new job, he would also become the proud owner of a new white slave. About two and a half years ago, Alex Sebastian's world (along with everyone else's ) changed drastically. Alex was one of the few Black seniors at his high school. Being a star quarterback on his football team, made him very popular at school. Being 6'4", 270lbs of pure muscle, coal black, and drop-dead gorgeous made him popular in other ways. To both the girls AND the guys. Of course, no one knew that Alex was gay...well, except for the few white boys he fucked on the regular. But they weren't tellin. Shortly before graduation, Alex had began to notice that the halls in his school were not nearly as crowded as they had been. Of course several of the people that he knew had apparently transferred, but he had never really given it any notice. See, even though he was really popular at school, Alex had always kept the whites at arm's length, never letting them get too close.

"Whitey ain't to be trusted", his grandmother (who raised him) used to always say. They are not to be trusted. This is why Alex liked to fuck white boys. It gave him a feeling of power. He liked that...A LOT. So the point is that when white people started disappearing from his school, he gave it little thought. He would just go to school (he was a straight "A" student), and catch the city bus back to the projects to take care of his sickly Nana. Of course it had been reported on the news that people had been coming up missing all over the country, but Nana noticed that it was all white people and she surmised that it was just "chickens comin home to roost". Alex accepted this, just because he didn't want to think of any alternative explanation.

Before long, the disappearances had became epidemic, and the country was in a full and widespread panic. In an attempt to "restore and preserve order", The President of the United States appeared on television and announced that he was declaring a state of marshal law. He charged his military leaders with the responsibility of facilitating a smooth transition into this new reality. Then the most shocking announcement of all came. The president, apparently with the full support of congress, announced that a curfew would be enforced effective immediately. In a state of marshal law, this was not unexpected, but what was so shocking was that the curfew would only apply to the remaining Caucasian population. Well, in Alex's mind, it only made sense. It was the honkys that were disappearing, not anybody else. By this time, Nana had died and left Alex a small inheritance. Alex had graduated and started taking classes at the junior college. With the money Nana had left him and the money he got from selling her house, junior college was STILL all he could afford. Of course, the disappearances had left a huge void in every sector of society. In order to regain some semblance of normalcy, the government (surprisingly still run by the white president), adopted some radical adult education programs. Black students were taught the skills they would need in order to fill the vacancies left by the disappearances. One of these programs was the source of the letter that now had Alex jumping for joy.

A month before he had gotten that all-important letter, Alex had gotten a visit from two FBI agents. Alex was terrified that he had unknowingly done something wrong. He calmed down quite a bit though when one of the agents, Agent Harrison, assured him that he was in no trouble at all. Agent Harrison was a short, balding man, with caramel brown skin a barrel chest and a slight bulge in his belly. The other agent, Agent Duke, was almost the polar opposite of Agent Harrison. Agent Duke was not only white (it had been weeks since Alex had seen a white person), but he was tall, very fit, and his blond hair and blue eyes conspired with his square jaw and Nordic features to make him one of the most beautiful men that Alex had ever seen. Alex wondered how this odd couple ever got to be partners.

Agent Harrison was obviously in charge, because it was he who spoke first. "Mr. Sebastian," Harrison began, what do you know about these disappearances?

Alex thought for a few seconds before he responded, "Just that white people all over the place have been coming up missing." He shrugged, "No explanation so far".

"I see", Agent Harrison responded, nodding his head. "What would you say if I told you that I knew exactly why the white people disappeared?"

Alex cut his eyes to Agent Duke, surely as a white man, he would have something to say. He didn't. The handsome man just sat there with a look of bemusement. "I would say. I'm all ears."

"I'm just gonna give it to you straight, Mr. Sebastian", Agent Harrison sat up straighter in his chair. "These abductions began slowly at first so as not to cause an immediate panic, but I assure you Mr. Sebastian, these abductions have been carried out for a very specific plan of action. The whites who have disappeared, roughly 90% of the white population are being held in various government facilities around the country."
This definitely got Alex's attention. "Held for what?" he said skeptically.

"To facilitate a change in the power structure in this country"

"A change in the..., I don't know what your talking about," Alex looked back and forth between the agents. "What kind of change?"

"A change from white to Black, Mr. Sebastian", Harrison said with a gravely serious look on his face. "Now I am certain that you have a million questions, but I don't have nearly enough time to answer all of them. Rest assured that everything I tell you is true. It will be proven in due time. I will tell you this, though, EVERYTHING you know about American Society is about to change. This has been in the works for many, many years. In fact as we speak, there are thousands of meetings just like this one taking place all over the country. This is the third one for us today, and we have three more after this one." Alex was about to speak again, but Harrison silenced him with a raised hand. "let me get this out, Mr. Sebastian, and then you can call the center and they will answer all of your questions. It has been decided that whites have been poor stewards of the American people."

"Decided by who?!" Alex managed to get out.

"By who, is not important at this point Mr. Sebastian, suffice it to say that this goes up to the very highest levels in our government. Now, I ask you again to please hold your questions, I have alot of information to convey in a short amount of time." Alex nodded...reluctantly. "Now," Harrison continued " what you need to understand, Mr. Sebastian, is that this is not simply a power shift. What you are witnessing first hand is the birth of a completely new world order. The whites have completely lost their status. They have lost their majority status. They have lost their citizenship status. But even beyond that, the whites have lost their status as...human beings."

If Alex's face hadn't been so black it would have gone stark white at that moment. His jaw dropped in disbelief. How in the world...? But what...? There were no words. "what do you MEAN, lost their status as human beings? I don't know what that means."

"It means, Mr. Sebastian, that in the new reality, whites no longer are to be considered human. They are but animals. The human condition no longer applies to them. They have no rights. No right to privacy, no right to own property, no rights whatsoever. Not even a right to live. Just to give you some idea of the seriousness of it all. Dogs and cats have the ASPCA to protect them, all the other animals have PETA to protect them. There is no such organization to protect whites. And the government is prepared to pass a law to ensure that there is no protection for whites."

"Okay, wait, wait, wait." Alex said, "so you're just gonna kill off all the white people?"

"No", Harrison said shaking his head, "nothing so drastic. The whites will be trained to serve the Black race as our property, our slaves, whatever we want."

"Oh, yeah RIGHT!" Alex said smiling at his own stupidity, "This is bullshit! There is no WAY white people would let this happen, I mean, hell, Agent Duke is sitting right here!"

Okay, Harrison thought to himself, here is the moment of truth. "Okay, Mr. Sebastian, I understand that you need proof." He turned to Agent Duke and said "duke, strip and present"

"Yes Master" was all Agent Duke said in response, but as he said it he began to raise his tall lanky but solid frame from the chair. To Alex's complete surprise, this beautiful man began to take off his clothes.

Alex looked over at Agent Harrison "Are you fucking kidding Me?!!!" But Harrison just remained silent. Within minutes Agent Duke had stripped completely naked, even his shoes and socks came off. Once he was naked, he turned his back to the two black Men, dropped to his knees and put his forehead on the floor. His feet were positioned in a way so that each entire sole was pointed upward, as were his hands with his arms at his side. His ass was also pointing upward completely exposed and completely vulnerable. Once Duke was in this "present" position, Agent Harrison got up from his chair, went over to the motionless Duke and stuck his finger into his asshole all the way up to the third knuckle. As he removed his finger, he delivered a brutal slap to the upturned cheek. The slap was so hard that Alex jumped and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shudder. Duke, however, did not move other than with the force of the blow. His sharp intake of breath was the only indicator that he had felt the slap at all. Once this was done, Agent Harrison returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

"Now, Mr Sebastian, can we get on with it?" Alex was in a total state of shock.

"But how can you...?" He stammered, "But he is an FBI Agent!"

"Actually Mr. Sebastian, I am an FBI agent. Ol' duke here is a FORMER agent. He is now My slave. My fully owned property." He looked over in duke's direction. "duke, shoes" in an instant duke was on Agent Harrison's patent leather shoes, he was licking them with his tongue. Alex noticed with astonishment that he was not just going through the motions, he was licking those shoes with vigor and gusto, it was as if his life depended on their shine. Another thing that Alex noticed for the first time. His own dick was hard as a rock. This fact was not lost on Agent Harrison. "I see we chose well, Mr.Sebastian." We've been watching you for a long time. We know just about everything about you." Alex was too stunned to speak, he just continued to watch as duke went to town on his master's shoes. "As you can imagine," Harrison continued, "this transition will be a very delicate operation. We need the help of bright young men such as yourself to make this transition as smooth as possible."

"What's in it for Me?" Alex asked.

"Power, status, a better life" Harrison kicked at duke, basically shooing him away. He moved a couple steps back and assumed the "present" position again as if awaiting further instructions. Harrison continued speaking. "As you know, the white man's removal has created many an open space in the job market. We have placed qualified Blacks in the top spot in virtually every corporation in the country, but there are not nearly enough people. We need to find young men like you to educate and train to fill some of these key positions. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. If you are chosen for the program, you will be given(yes GIVEN) a house and a car, both reclaimed from some honky, of course. Also you will be given a modest expense account until such time as you are able to take your position and earn your own keep. In addition to all that I have mentioned, you'll also receive one of these", he motioned toward duke, who was waiting patiently ass up, until his name is called again. He will be your property to do anything you want with. You will only be allowed one to begin with, but soon more will become available for purchase from the government.

Alex was REALLY beginning to warm to the idea. At first he had thoughts of civil rights violations and that sort of thing, but then Nana's words began to ring in his head, "Chickens comin home to roost". Her great grandmother had been a slave. Her grandmother had been considered only 2/3 of a person. Her mother had had to ride on the back of the bus. No, he owed this to Nana, hell it was already happening anyway, why should he miss out on getting in on the ground floor? Nothing wrong with a little head start, huh? He stood up and walked toward duke. "May I?" he asked.

"Be My guest", said the agent.

Alex walked over to duke's upturned ass and gingerly reached out and rubbed the angry red spot left by Agent Harrison's powerful blow. The ass was warm and pliant. Alex could feel his manhood begin to stir in his pants again. He took two fingers and began to rub them against duke's tight little pink pucker. Once again Alex marvelled at how beautiful this man, er...slave was. He began to gently push his two fingers into dukes hole. As they got to the second knuckle, duke began to moan. Alex looked up at Harrison. "Go ahead Mr. Sebastian, don't be shy. Honkys are just a tool for our enjoyment." With that bit of encouragement, Alex plunged his fingers deep into the slave's asshole. It was deliciously warm. And to his surprise, the hole began to constrict around his fingers. By now Alex's dick was so hard that it hurt.

Agent Harrison remained silent and let the young Man enjoy his plaything for just a few minutes more, but time was growing short. When the time came, he said. "Mr, Sebastian, I'm sorry to interrupt your good time, But I really need to be moving on to My next appointment." He watched as Alex reluctantly dislodged his two thick fingers from the slave's asshole. "If you are chosen, you will be given one of these, your choice of course. Duke, get dressed." silently the former FBI agent got up from his vulnerable position and began began to carefully dress again.
"What do I have to do?" Alex asked.

"At this point all you have to do is agree." Harrison responded. "If you are chosen, you will be notified by mail, and at that point you can begin to prepare for you new life. Do you want to do it?"

"Hell yeah!" Alex said. "How long before I know?" Agent Harrison removed a card from his coat pocket and said.

"It could take up to a month. We still have alot of interviewing to do. Here is the number to the Candidate Hotline", He handed Alex the business card. "They have hundreds of operators standing by to answer any and all of your questions." He shook Alex's hand and turned toward the door. "duke, come"

As they were going out the door Alex just had to ask one more question. "Agent Harrison" He said as he leaned on the door. "I have just one question before you go please."

Harrison turned, barely hiding his exasperation, "Sure, Mr. Sebastian, what is it?"

"How did you do it? How did you make him so submissive?"

Harrison gave a slightly crooked smile, and tapped the side of duke's head. "Microchip...they never knew what hit 'um. Good day Mr. Sebastian"