Christopher Enslaved

By Randall Austin

Published on Oct 17, 2012

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Christopher Enslaved

Part Two

By Randall Austin

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"Ok, now turn around and face me, Christopher, I have some things I need to say to you." Mr. Baldwin paused as Christopher made a slow defeated turn around. Christopher kept his eyes to the ground. "Christopher, you are a twenty two year old male, and I'm quite sure your dad hasn't spanked those butt cheeks of yours in quite some time. It's probably been ten years at least. Am I correct?"

Christopher managed to slur out a quiet "yes" without looking up.

"One of the big differences between free men and slaves, as you may know, is that slaves of all ages are spanked and disciplined in a variety of ways on a regular basis throughout their lives. A typical male slave from his teen years through his 40's is either spanked or face slapped several times a week. But you need to know that because you are to be employed by both the cannery and the Baldwin household, you are subject both to normal domestic and to commercial disciplinary codes. It means more will be expected of you, and you will be held to a higher standard of conduct than slaves employed only by the cannery. All of this will be outlined, of course, in your indoctrination period over the next few days. You will be given a thorough training in all aspects of your position as a lifer hard labor product. You will learn exactly what is required of you. All rules, regulations and disciplinary procedures will be made very clear. The boys will be starting your orientation as soon as you arrive, and new slaves are introduced to the rest of the slave population at Baldwin/Fletcher farms their first evening with our traditional welcoming ceremony."

Mr. Worthington, finally hearing something that sounded half way civil, jumped at it to ease the tension. "Well that sounds very nice indeed! Exactly what is it?"

"Oh, it's very good for morale. We call it `The Black Balls Ball'. After my sons deliver Christopher's pro-forma bare naked bull whipping tonight in front of all the slaves in the compound, and don't you worry about that. It's the standard whipping issued to all new slaves. It's a humane gesture, really, which helps insure that most slaves never have to receive another one. But afterwards, my boys will paint Christopher's cock, balls, and tits black. And for the week or so that it takes the paint to wear off, the new slave is subject to mild and friendly hazing from the other slaves. It's a wonderful bonding tool, kind of like a fraternity hazing. It really helps build morale among the slaves. And it will make you feel a part of the team. It's just a very nice welcoming gesture for the new drudges. Something we do at Baldwin/Fletcher for the good of our slave teams."

"Fuckin cool!", exclaimed Dexter.

During the slight pause in Mr. Baldwin's chatter Humphries went up to Christopher and pinched his nose. Christopher's mouth opened almost immediately and Humphries grabbed his tongue, pulled it out of his mouth, and examined it, all the while still pinching his nose. When finished he stepped back and asked Christopher to stick his tongue out as far as it would go. Christopher at first didn't respond, but when both officers reached for something from their service belts, he immediately stuck his tongue way out. Humphries then snapped a long shot and a close up of Christopher with his mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out. Dexter was all smiles, and asked Humphries why he wanted such a photo. Humphries quietly said it was something needed for the record.

All of us were hoping that both Dexter and Baldwin would just shut up, but Mr. Baldwin continued. "But don't think your welcoming ceremony is the only time you're going to be treated special. Oh no! The Baldwin/Fletcher slaves are always a colorful sight when my boys take them out on errands. My boys like to dress the younger slaves, like Christopher, up in colorful costumes or gear when they take them out about the city. Our slaves, as you may know, have a colorful reputation around the community, and that is a real morale builder for the slave team, as well as good PR for Baldwin/Fletcher. And the slaves really enjoy the opportunity to get out and about. Sometimes the boys will have the male slaves on leashes and get them dressed up as sailor boys, or cowboys, or French girlie maids, or diapered and sucking their thumbs and carrying a baby bottle, or outfitted like a pony and pulling my boys in a cart, or even walking on all fours like puppy dogs, with cute signs around their necks saying, `Pet me'. My boys are just so creative. It's all in good spirited fun, of course. It lets the community know that our slaves are valued and pampered. And judging from the letters of support we get, the community seems to really enjoy the slave boy spectacles my sons put on."

Perhaps finally realizing that most of us present in the room were numb, Baldwin gave the order for Christopher to get dressed. "We gotta get you delivered to the processing center on time." As Christopher got dressed, Baldwin took out the document and signed it. In silence Mr. Worthington and Mr. Baldwin shook hands on the deal.

While this was going on Dexter asked Mr. Humphries if he could get a job at the cannery. Mr. Humphries responded that family members of any slaves held at Baldwin/Fletcher were not eligible for employment at the cannery or farms.

Baldwin then took the slave processing requisition order out of his folder and examined it. "Let me see what the boys have ordered to be done on you." His eyes perused the document. "Oh yes, pretty standard fare here. The usual body modifications. Christopher, you're going to get trussed, trollied, collared, clipped, shorn, shaved, tagged, belled, cinched, tattooed, and branded, as well as ringed in the nipples, nose, ears, penis, and at the base of the scrotum." Mr. Baldwin had a quizzical look. "Huh? I wonder why the boys ordered a three inch nose ring? Oh well, they know what they're doing!"

Humphries interjected. "Sounds good. Heavily ringed naked worker slaves always make a very nice display out in the fields. Our farms are a common destination of families out on a Sunday drive, and even of tourists, who enjoy viewing the sight of hundreds of slaves toiling away. They frequently stop along the roadside to watch for a while; perhaps shoot some photos or videos. Some even take advantage of the picnic benches we have set up at various vantage points along the roadway."

Dexter couldn't contain himself, "Dad, can I go along to the processing center and watch? Please?" He was quickly silenced by a curt gesture from Mr. Worthington.

Baldwin then took out and looked over another sheet from the requisition order folder. "Well, well. Good news! I see that the boys have already given you a name. Christopher, you are no longer Christopher. Your new name is 'Licker'. Licker. That's nice. That's a nice name. Damn nice!"

Dexter beamed, "Fuck that fits him!" One of the plainclothes officers then spoke up, "In order to be received at the processing arena, Licker has to be fitted with a muzzle, a butt plug, and a penis clamp. Standard procedure. It prevents some of the wilder types from soiling the reception area with body excrement and filthy words, before they get hooked on the trolley and sent down the processing rail."

"You know", Baldwin spoke up, again believing he exuded information of a calming nature, "traveling along that processing rail hanging from those meat hooks always looked to me like a real fun ride. Sort of like some ride at the carnival. Well, anyway, we gotta move. Men, get him muzzled and butt plugged, and clamp his dick!"

One of the plainclothes officers turned towards Christopher and gathered his hands behind his back and cuffed them. He then took out a muzzle that went over Christopher's head and under his chin. Attached at the mouth strap was a small rod that stuck out with a rounded ball at the end. This went into Christopher's mouth. When the straps were secured around his head and under his chin Christopher had to keep his mouth wide open in order to prevent the ball at the back of his throat from gagging him.

The officers then undid Christopher's trousers, and took them down along with his undies. They each got down on one knee, one at the front of Christopher and one at the back. The one in back took a black butt plug, put some lube on it, and worked it slowly up into Christopher's ass hole. At the end sticking out of the butt there was a small cross handle. To this the officer attached straps that went around both of Christopher's thighs and secured the butt plug.

What Christopher was thinking or feeling or crying, I could not discern, because the muzzle kept his mouth wide open, giving his face a total panic-stricken look. Humphries stepped in to take a few close up shots of Christopher's muzzled face. What was amazing to me was that Humphries was openly erect and was not in the least bit concerned about it. Christopher and I had once wondered if the stories we had heard about those who handled and disciplined slaves were true; that they were frequently and openly erect as they controlled and whipped slaves because public erections were a part of the accepted culture of slave handlers.

Dexter then moved in closer to Christopher, to watch the clamping up close. His mouth was gathered in an expression that was a half excited smile, and a half sneer.

The officer in front gathered Christopher's foreskin very tightly and around it he placed a banding tool. He gently squeezed the handle and a very thick, strong, tight band snapped onto the gathered foreskin. It looked painful. Christopher started doing choked whinnying sounds. The officers pulled up his undies and trousers and zipped and belted his slacks. The officer who clamped Christopher's penis reassured him. "Don't worry. The pain will subside in a few minutes. And they'll remove that thing as soon as they get you on the hook."

And then one final encouraging speech from Baldwin. "Ok boy, you're on your way to a new life. At the processing center they're going to get you naked, and truss you up. They'll first have you get into a kneeling position and shackle your feet together at the ankles. Then your hands will be cuffed together behind your back, and these will be attached to your ankle cuffs. With your feet and hands secured together behind your back, they will then have you spread your knees as wide apart as possible. This spread out position of the knees will be secured by a set of harnesses that go about your chest and thighs. The straps which encircle both thighs pull up and are very tightly attached to the mid back harness, thus keeping the knees widely spread. The harness about your chest has a large ring attached in the back between your shoulder blades. They will then hoist you up and attach the ring at your back to a meat hook affixed to a trolley on a rail. And you'll be hanging from that hook in that kneeling position, with your knees spread wide so the processors can have clear access to every part of your body. They will then remove your penis clamp and pierce your frenum and put a ring in it. To this ring they will attach a laminated card with coded instructions on what stations you'll be stopped at for body modifications.

"They will then send you down the rail into the processing room. There will be as many as 200 naked slaves hanging from the meat hooks in the room at one time, riding down the rail getting processed. In all there are about 80 stations along the rail and you will be stopped at each station and the processors will check your laminated penis card to see if you require their services. The meat hook ride through all the processing stations takes about three hours, sometimes longer, depending on whether the line gets backed up with too many slaves at one time requiring some of the more time consuming body modifications. Such things as castrations and more complex tattoos can really delay the processing. They pretty much perform the most common slave body modification requirements on the slaves as they hang from the hooks; also less common requests such as eyebrow removal and teeth extractions. Licker, you're not up for any of those yet."

"And I need to warn both of you that the processing arena is a very noisy place. But don't let that be off-putting to you. A lot of the slaves being processed or reprocessed are under punishment orders of the courts or their owners, and their service orders state that they are to receive no anesthetics for procedures, so naturally there is an awful lot of hollering and screaming. But just know, it's for their own good."

"Oh Dad, please let me go", moaned Dexter. Mr. Worthington ignored Dexter and the massive bulge in his trousers.

Baldwin continued. "Licker, my boys have set you for local anesthetics for all procedures. Branding, of course, cannot be accomplished painlessly with a local pain killer. You would have to be put under, and what with the extra fees and longer processing time it really adds up on the processing bill, and your father wasn't willing to foot that charge. But the majority of slaves, as you will find out today, are not put under for branding; they are branded right on the hook, as you will be. When you reach the branding station, they simply lower your chain and ease you into a branding vise, and with you still chained to the hook they strap you into the vise so you're immobile, apply the brand to your upper right buttock, and in just a second's time, even before the full pain hits you, they're unstrapping you from the slave vise and your hook is raising you back up, and you're off on your way down the railing to the next station, screaming your head off. But before you know it your screams will be wiped out by the screams of the guy in back of you."

"At the end of your ride down the processing rail you'll emerge a new being with a new life. And you're going to be looking very different from the way you do now. You'll have no need ever again for your fancy clothes or your hair gel. You'll no longer have to worry ever again about keeping up with the latest fashion styles. You'll be totally shaved all over, denuded, have rings and piercings all over the place, there will be a slave collar emplaced for life around your neck, your cock and balls will be tightly cinched, and attached to your cock ring now, in place of the laminated card, will be a low hanging slave bell; the sign of a hard labor lifer slave."

"A very important accouterment of the lifer hard labor product!", interjected Mr. Humphries.

"Indeed!", continued Baldwin. "We have a brand new use for your penis. Rather than you playing with it, or some girl friend playing with it, it's going to be used to let my boys know if you're doing your job and keeping busy. No more playing with yourself ever again, because your penis is now nothing but an attachment for your slave bell. Your overseers will expect to be hearing that cock bell ringing nonstop. It will mean that you're doing your chores with vigor. If the bell is silenced, it will cause your overseer to look up. There won't be any slacking with that bell hanging between your legs. Ding dong, ding dong, the sweet sound of a hard laboring slave. Everyone's going to be listening to your bell. They'll know where you are, and if you're doing your chores, by the sound of your cock bell. You might find it embarrassing at first, but it's intended to encourage you to perform at your peak service level. That bell lets everyone know what you are, where you are, and whether or not you're performing up to standard. There'll be no danger of anyone thinking you're Christopher Worthington. Yes sir, that bell hanging from your cock will keep you and everyone within hearing distance focused on the fact that you are a hard labor lifer slave. Just make sure your cock bell is jiggling and waggling 14 hours a day and all will be well."

"It's going to be a whole new lifestyle for you, quite different from the way things look around here in your dad's house. No more rock music, hip hop, girls, college, baseball caps, TV, radio, dancing, drinking, or sports. It's a new life, with a new name, and all new adventures."

"And remember, 'Licker' is your name now." Then turning to me, Baldwin warned. "His name is Licker and that is what you are to call him from now on. When Licker's processing is completed, and he's removed from the hook, he will be sent to the receiving area, and you are then to come down from the processing viewer platform and join him. Once off that hook, he is a slave for life. And there will be plenty of guards standing around wielding tawses, service whips, and tasers to enforce that fact. If Licker so much as dares to speak without first being spoken to, the guards will be on him in an instant, and it won't be pretty. When he first arrives in the receiving area he will still be naked and freshly modified, so he will be quite sore. All of his slave body modifications will be on full display right before your eyes, looking mean, raw, and harsh. He isn't going to be looking anything like the pretty boy he is now. But try not to be shocked at what you see. He will look very different to you, and what you see may even frighten you; what with him being all shaved up, and all of his fresh wounds, blood stains, sweat, tear streaks, and body adornments. And most slaves fresh off the hook are fearfully erect, with their cock bells dinging and dangling wildly. Slaves fresh off the hook are totally shamed, humiliated, degraded and debased, and that is what Licker will be feeling. But it's a good thing, for it is all a part of the successful transforming of the one you knew once as Christopher into a profitable lifer hard labor product."

Dexter couldn't contain himself. "Oh Dad, please may I go and watch him get it?" Dexter's obscene erection disgusted even Mr. Worthington. "Dexter, would you please be silent!" Dexter put his hands in his pockets, slumped, and let out a low but angry, "Man!"

After the interruption, Baldwin continued, "Then Todd, if you still feel up to it, you may accompany Licker out to the farms along with the requisition officers. But don't feel bad if you are no longer up to it. Because at that point you and Licker really will have nothing in common anymore. He will then be a new being with a life time of hard labor service ahead of him, and you will be your same old self. But if you think you can stomach it, well then, certainly, stay on board and enjoy the ride out to the farms."

"Licker, once you're off the hook you will be chained and cuffed, and issued a set of brown slave fatigues for transport to the Baldwin/Fletcher farms." Christopher had been looking stunned before, but now an involuntary shudder ran through his body. Mr. Baldwin picked up on his reaction. "You've noticed those fatigues before, I see, when other young men were wearing them." He smiled. "Well, they may not be the nicest things to look at, and they may not be as soft and comfy as the clothes you're used to wearing. But you'll never have to worry again about what you want to wear, and you'll never have to worry about whether your clothes will help you fit into the group you're in. When you're wearing a set of those fatigues, Licker, anybody will be able to tell you're a slave from a mile away. They're practical, and they're distinctive.

"My boys will be waiting at the farms to receive you. You will be given a little blue schoolboy-like satchel, which contains material for you to read and study. In the satchel you will find manuals and pamphlets on slave behavior, slave grooming, Baldwin/Fletcher protocol, punishment lists, a punishment book, spiritual guides for the slave, a pamphlet on the evils of day dreaming, various self help guides on being a good slave, on receiving discipline with dignity, on avoiding masturbation, and so on. You will also find an important series on the special and very rigid demands made on the 'Lifer Hard Labor Slave Product'. The satchel is a real life support kit for those enslaved for life, like yourself. And be aware that my boys do regular impromptu quizzes on all of the materials in that packet, so make sure you know all of the material well."

Dexter beamed, "He should do well on those, since Christopher... oops, I mean Licker... always did well on quizzes in school."

Baldwin, unperturbed, continued, "There is also a pamphlet of slave mantras. In it you will find various mantras and sayings that will help make your life pleasant as you repeat them over and over all day long. Repeat 'I was born to serve, and I am thankful for that' a thousand times a day and your life out in the field pulling a plow to the sting of the whip will surpass anything you have ever so far experienced, I assure you."

"We employ all standard control and discipline tools, as well as state of the art punishment devices and techniques out at the farms, so you will want to stay in line. Make sure you obey my boys. Everything they tell you to do, you do. Wiggle, or show a dissatisfied look, and you'll get slapped or spanked. Stumble, complain, or make an error, and you'll get tawsed or paddled. Any and every act of insubordination gets you flogged. And defiance in any form gets you castrated. The materials in your satchel will help you avoid punishment. Perhaps when you boys are in transport to my estate, Todd, you could read some of the materials out loud to Licker."

During the preceding, Trevor Humphries had knelt down in front of Christopher, whose head had been bowed for most of the time, pointed his camera up at Christopher's muzzled face, and had taken a few shots. When he was finished he got up, and as he was putting his camera away, he addressed Christopher. "Christopher, cheer up! I know most of this talk sounded glum, coming at it from the business angle. But you need to realize our slaves not only lead happy lives but are proud of their service. Why do you think the tourists come out to see them? It's an attraction as big around here as the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Our slave teams are an institution that inspires a sense of well being. When folks see the naked field slaves, all working hard with their nipple, ear, nose, and genital rings brightly gleaming in the sun, and the sound and the sparkle of a hundred cock bells swaying from a hundred cocks and ringing in the fields, not only is it a beautiful sight and sound, but the slaves are proud to be a part of that handsome team. They stand tall and proud when photos are taken, and they know that they are contributing in an important way. In fact, the boys could have you on a field team as early as tomorrow afternoon, learning the ropes. I assure you, that once you see all the cars driving by, some slowing up, some stopping, and all the cameras shooting and clicking away at you in the nude all shaved up with your slave collar, brand, rings, and bell on full display, you're going to start feeling mighty proud to be a part of it all."

After Humphries' inspiring hymn to life as a Baldwin/Fletcher drudge, Baldwin felt inspired to offer his own concluding remarks. "Remember Licker, you're in my service. If you behave yourself, you'll find it's a carefree life working on a Baldwin/Fletcher slave team. And remember too, even if you do mess up and end up having to get stripped naked and taken up for punishment and that's going to be happening a lot to you in your first few months, it always does; just remember that punishment is good for you and will make you a happy slave in the long run. It will help form you into a properly chastised servant. You are a servant now for the rest of your life, and when you are chastised always thank those who correct you. Always obey, and all will be well! Discipline, swift and severe, will be there if you forget that. Always accept your discipline in gratitude. Doing so will please me, my boys, and the entire slave team, because it will make you into a strong and profitable hard labor product. For the rest of your life you will be serving me and my boys. You were born to serve, so serve us well!"

As Mr. Baldwin gave a slight bow to indicate he was finished, Mr. Humphries addressed Christopher's father. "Mr. Worthington, I understood you were offering all of Christopher's clothing and possessions for a lump sum which has been included in the final bid."

Mr. Worthington made a quick hand gesture to put the subject off, and quietly added, "Yes, Mr. Humphries, I was hoping we could attend to that in just a few moments, once we are alone." Humphries complied. As Mr. Baldwin started to collect his papers and bid his farewells, the officers were chaining and cuffing Christopher. The muzzle kept his mouth open, the chains hobbled his steps. I watched him for a bit as the officers trundled him down to the car. He was my friend and I was barely able to look at him because of the pain and distress he was in.

Dexter stirred in the fringes, watching the company depart. He was like a hovering vulture disappointed to find no remaining carnage.

My dad walked with me as we followed behind the escort officers leading Christopher. Mr. Worthington stayed behind with Mr. Humphries. Out on the street, Mr. Baldwin got into a silver Mercedes, as the officers guided Christopher into the back seat of the blue patrol car. When he was in, one of the officers opened the door for me and I got in and sat next to Christopher. The officers locked the back doors and got in the front seat, and we drove off to hell.

To be continued...

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