Judge Ordered Slavery Ch. 04

The four men stood in a circle. Elliot looking scared, and Gavin looking concerned.

"Was Elliot voted into the Company without John or I there?" Dan asked Gavin.

"Well yes. I was at the meeting as was Lloyd. He's treasurer." Gavin saw no problem.

"Uh, Prez, one of the Vice presidents has to be present. Also...who mentored him?" John asked.

"It was a Dom/Domme couple in Bullhead. They are Company people." Gavin knew he'd made a mistake now. It showed.

"We need a re-vote, now is as good a time as any. " Dan started, then yelled. "I need all of the council up on the stage please!!"

Things were explained and a re-vote was taken. Elliot was taken out of the company, but allowed to mentor with a Gay Master to sharpen his skills. The boi was going to be assigned to Dan, as all of the other officers had full dungeons of 3. Dan had just the new one, Ryan. They were about to leave when Dan stopped them.

"We have one more vote to take, and now is better then later." Dan said. John looked at him confused.

"What's up now?" Gavin asked.

"I put forth a motion to remove Gavin as President of the Company, and further nominate John to take his place!" Dan said deeply. Gavin looked down. It had been a huge mistake. Elliot hadn't had a proper background check. The vote was taken and John found himself having a perfect day.

"Let's get this party started!" John said.

Master informed me that I would be on drink duty for the poker games. There were four tables in the dining room. At each table were six Masters. Many of the slaves were in the basement. The winning slaves and an alternate were under the tables. Everyone was naked. I had been named Alpha of the party, and was given a staff of three. Two I had in the kitchen, mixing drinks and getting finger foods together, while another and myself served.

"Now, the winners of the awards will be sucking Masters from under the table. So you are not to engage with the Masters in anyway while the gaming is going on, other then to get their drink orders." The Masters will be kept hard for the duration of the gambling...it makes the game more...difficult. Anyway, the fun starts after the poker tournament, and THAT you will have to participate in. You will be rewarded for all your hard work the last two days." Master told me.

The sun set and the dealing began, as did the drinking. The way the Masters talked about us as slaves, I realized how good I had it. Well, recently anyway. The smoky haze in the dining room was getting thick, and the betting was getting serious. I was not allowed to say anything but what drink orders were to the other slaves, so I never got to speak to any of them. I really wanted to know what was going to happen after the poker.

As the stakes got even higher I noticed a change in the attitudes of the slaves I was working with. They began to get nervous. They started using eye and hand signals to each other. They didn't seem to want to inform me as to what was going on at all. I hated being the new guy. It didn't take long until I figured out what the panic was about.

Master handed me a key and a leash.

"Get the one called Brian, bring him to the second table." Master said.

"Yes Master."

I went to the basement and opened a cage that had not been there the previous day. It was huge! It looked like an 18th century iron slat jail cell. Inside were over 20 slaves that suddenly all stopped talking at once.

"Don't stop talking because of me. I'm here for Brian. They want you upstairs. What does that mean by the way, the guys in the kitchen are using some sort of sign language I have never..."

"I'm Brian, and I am going to be put on the table as a wager. My Master must be losing bad. The frantic slave sign you were seeing is because the Owners are all getting drunk, which means all of us have a long 24 to 36 hours ahead of us. You "Chef", and the other kitchen staff, will be the appetizer."

I guess I got a new nickname.

"I'm Ryan." I felt intimidated, even though it was my Masters home. Brian stepped out of the cage after I swung open the door.

"Welcome to the club Ryan. You are a lucky one. Some of us would be delighted to be owned by your Master. You have all of his attention, most of us split time with two other slaves." Brian said. I looked him over. He was a handsome man, mid twenties. He was a bit more muscular then most of us. I'd guess 5'-6" and around 160 pounds.

"I'm not alone anymore. That slave that lost in every category? Gary, yeah, My Master took him as property." I said painfully, I had just realized I would have to share time with that twat.

"That's worse. A problem slave will absorb all of his time. Yet, you are still in better shape then I am. I love my Owner, and in less then ten minutes I may be owned by a Master that would prefer to beat me other then let me suck on him." Brian stood still as I connected the leash. I closed the cage door, and put the padlock back on.

"I'm sorry..." I started. "I feel weird leading you, would you walk beside me?" I asked. " I mean, at least till we get to the kitchen?" Brian looked over at me and nodded.

"Enjoy tonight Ryan. It may the last time you get fucked, or get to cum for a while." He said. We paused at the first landing. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it. He took a step then stopped and looked at me. "Any chance your Master is at the same table as mine?" Brian asked. A small glimmer of hope rested in his eyes. I shook my head and lowered it. The hope disappeared.

I took him to the second table and handed the leash to the man who raised his hand, his Owner. The Master produced a key from his pocket , unlocked Brian's collar and placed it in the pot. Brian was then instructed to kneel next to him.

There were no drink orders. As soon as the collar was placed on the table, all of the play on the other tables stopped. All of the Masters watched the hand as it unfolded. I couldn't see what the cards were, but the flop had been out before the collar hit the table. I could see that the remaining two players at the table had their cards face up, The dealer killed a card and flipped the turn. Both of the Masters had no reaction. When the river card came out, the winning Master stood took his chips and Brian's collar over to his pile. Brian's old Master shook his head with a smile.

"I never thought you'd go all in on a couple of 8's! That river saved you!" Said Brian's old Master. His new one didn't rub in the win at all. He kept a modest posture.

"Brian come take your place at my cock." He simply said as he stacked his winnings. Brian crawled to the opposite side of the table going underneath, instead of around. He moved his head to take his new Masters cock in his mouth. I was about to look to see the Masters reaction but someone slapped my ass.

"Screwdriver, no pulp this time!" The man said.

"Yes Sir, right away!"

When I returned I could see Brian's new Master was already close to coming/ I served the drink, and took another order. I heard the Master groan, and then Brian coughed. "Must have been a huge load." I thought as I went back into the kitchen.

It was nearly five hours later. Two more slaves had changed hands in the betting. My Master looked to have the same amount of chips he had when they started as they did the payouts. Six Masters and their boys had left. They said that the Master or the slave had to work early Monday morning. I wondered if my Master would let me have an outside job someday. My thoughts were broken when Master grabbed my shoulder as I was doing the dishes in the kitchen.

"After you tramps get the kitchen cleaned, I need you to break down the poker tables so I can get the DP racks up." Master said, and left. The other three slaves in the kitchen all smiled as soon as he was gone. They looked excited. I had wished I had known what a DP rack was.