When I gave up my freedom to save my father’s business, he promised to protect me. But instead, he’s taken everything away. My friends. My clothes. My dignity. Now my own family is treating me like a piece of livestock. Renting me out as a breeding stud, and forcing me to mate for their profit. It’s frightening how easily they justify it. “The boy knew what he was getting into when he signed those enslavement papers. It’s only for a few years. And now that he’s our property, we’d be foolish to turn down the earnings we can get from a young blond slave like that.” So my stepmother is buying designer clothes, while my father drinks expensive wine, and my brother gambles away fistfuls of cash. But they want even more. And now they’ve started to turn on each other, fighting over the easy money they can make off my body. My stepmother wants to turn me into a toy for her rich friends. A plaything for bored housewives to live out their fantasies with. My brother wants to break me, brainwash me, and then pimp me out to any man who’ll pay. They both think I’m powerless. They think I’m only a slave now—obedient, docile, and theirs to command. But I’m learning. Every punishment, every humiliation, and every stolen moment of pleasure teaches me something new. And if I can survive their games, I just might start playing one of my own.
