Chapter 2
The gang moved along, led away from the tour by punisher Johnson.
They walked around the glass wall and into the processing area from behind the slaves. With no dedicated `yellow line' area cordoned off, they stood just a few steps behind Ramon.
And yet the hooded Ramon wouldn't even know they were there.
The class A processing area was a dead end. The track just stopped there.
The music was different. Some kind of death metal. Jeff wondered who got to pick the soundtrack.
Eight hooded figures lined up, inches apart. The tracks in floor and ceiling kept pulling the slaves as close as possible to the dead end until they were pressed against each other's smooth skin.
Jeff noticed that those troublemakers were perhaps the fittest slaves from the original line, mostly big and muscly – the type you'd expect to be assigned `high risk, low compliance'. Even behind their hoods, some managed to look intimidating.
Ramon stood out a bit, two inches shorter than the guy right ahead, and a lot less broad. Despite his athletic physique, he was a boy in the company of testosterone oozing men.
"Turn to face me," said the room's slave driver.
Some of the men complied immediately, others were prodded by enforcers. Among the punished was Ramon.
"It's like he wants it," Otis said. "How hard can it be to just comply, fuck's sake."
Ramon screamed at the officer and got a slap across the masked face, making him tumble into the chest of the guy next to him.
"Oooh," Max made. "Must have hurt nicely."
Three more `equippers' like form the first room went along the slaves and pulled back the foreskin on those who weren't cut, including Ramon. Several of the slaves responded to the touch by getting hard, fast – again, including Ramon who developed a bouncing semi.
The equippers also sprayed something wet and transparent onto each dick.
Skin on skin, the slaves tried to shuffle back and forth to avoid rubbing against each other's exposed dick heads as much as the ball chains allowed.
All eight class As were at least semi hard, with four unmistakable erections. Was it the skin contact? Or was getting enslaved a fantasy for that many? Maybe even for Ramon?
Min frowned. "Why are all those fagg- oh, sorry Jeff, those guys getting hard ons?"
"This step is interesting every time," punisher Johnson said, ominously. "The class As got water laced with a little extra. It's causing some `sexual charging'. Helps smooth the next process."
The slave driver held up a palm-sized object of bent metal rods. "Listen up. This is a chastity cage. It'll keep you from getting hard, jerking off and fucking. It'll keep you focused. For the next few months at least. It's going on all of you. In three minutes or so. Make it count."
In the most beautiful spectacle Jeff had ever seen, the four guys who had already been erect started masturbating furiously. With their hands being their backs, that was tricky but they jerked as if they would be shot in the head unless they produced cum now.
To even touch their dicks they had to work around their wrist shackles.
One way was to jerk off with one hand and grab your balls from below, leading the wrist-string around the hip.
For some guys who didn't have the shoulder flexibility, or who were blessed with big glutes, this was too difficult.
Those had to bring their hands below their asses, push their asses out and tug their dicks between their legs. This way they could rub their exposed dickheads and jerk off with their `tail between heir legs'. Most had to use one hand to pull their balls backward to keep their dicks from slipping through their legs and bopping out of reach again.
Two more hooded men got the message and jerked themselves hard, including the one right next to Ramon.
Jeff would have loved to join them.
Unable to close their lips, the class As couldn't keep their moans in no matter how much they suppressed them. With about half the slaves bent over, drool ran out of their slack mouths.
One guy refused and just stood still with a pulsing erection. Ramon was looking along the line of slaves but didn't move. He got fully hard nonetheless, veiny pulsing with every rapid heartbeat, dickhead glistening with precum.
Jeff could see the painfully hard rod from the side, while Ramon's hood still prevented him from noticing that the gang stood near his station.
"Man," Conner said. "If I had three minutes to cum, my life would flash before my eyes."
One man in the middle of the line was rubbing his ass on another who humped back. They were decently built, so if Jeff hadn't felt like he had stepped into gay porn so far, he felt it now. Then...
"Wait, woah," Otis said. "They fuck, for real?"
Jeff gasped. There was dick in ass, right in front of him. One man desperately fucking the smooth buns of his neighbor with vigor. The bottom stayed bent over with his legs closed and rubbed his dickhead between his legs from behind.
Conner nudged Jeff. "Looks like you got friends here."
The gang laughed. Only now did Ramon notice they were in the room. He freaked out and looked behind himself.
Everyone in line but Ramon was jerking off now.
"Come on, little slave," Max shouted. "Join the others."
"Yeah BJ," Otis said with a chuckle. "This is your life now. Make the best of it."
With their asses pointing at the gang, the eight slaves rubbed themselves rabidly, ignoring the onlookers.
"Hey Jeff," Conner said. "Wanna show the little rebel how it's- whoa, dude!"
The guy next to Ramon had shoved his dick up the college boy's clean hole – one move, perfect aim. Of course Ramon did everything he could to fight but there was nowhere to go and the guy was much stronger.
Ramon went to his knees and crawled as far as the ball string let him. The muscle top stayed inside him easily. They both kneeled on the ground, Ramon fully bent forward, the top still upright, fucking the now well exposed hole.
Anytime Ramon tried to straighten up to clench, the top bit his shoulder or neck, making the athlete drop forward again and present his hole.
Ramon groaned through the ring gag. It didn't sound like he was screaming for his life but it didn't exactly sound like pleasure either.
The enslaved teen and his friends made eye contact as Ramon twisted in his predicament. Jeff grinned – he couldn't help it. The slave looked from one class mate to the other as he got fucked with the energy of a man's last opportunity.
"Time's half up."
Ramon's fucker froze, trembled and pulled out, leaving a string of white goo from his dickhead to the hole.
The gang cheered for the top.
The spent man was shoved aside by the guy behind him and made space. Within a blink of an eye that second guy also shoved his dick into Ramon, who tried fighting again.
It was a tangled pile up since none could move far and they were all hip on hip.
Three of the masturbators had successfully creamed onto the floor, with most of their loads still running down their hairless legs. The consensually fucking couple was finishing with some brutal thrusts. The bottom had cummed without touching his rod.
"Man, this is crazy," Max said. "These sick fucks are wild animals."
"That's just a normal Saturday for Jeff," Conner said.
"I wish," Jeff heard himself say, not quite thinking.
The second Ramon-fucker also cummed into the abused hole. As he pulled out, the college boy held still as both guys' loads sprayed out of his ass in bursts.
The gang shook with laughter.
"Wow," Otis said. "Only seen that in porn. Ram- I mean, that slave is a proper ass bitch now."
"Thirty seconds," said the class A slave driver.
Ramon turned away from the gang and reached between his legs. Once he had grabbed his balls he shoved his hands below his ass and leaned forward, still on his knees. He jerked off his hard dick with a death grip, while still pulling on his shackled balls that must have been in a ton of pain from all the `pulling away' he had tried to do.
"Holy shit," Min said.
"I guess," Conner said, "he's accepted his fate. He's one of those beasts now."
"Twenty seconds," said an enforcer.
Jeff watched a fantasy come true he hadn't even known he'd had. A hot classmate, not just enslaved and humiliated by his peers, but forced to masturbate `for his life' with two stranger's loads dripping from his hole.
"Five, four, three..."
Ramon did not stop. He even managed to speed up.
"Stop. Freeze."
The teen slave kept jerking off and trembled. As he was the last one cumming, no other sound outdid his moans. His load splashed to the ground in three squirts, leaving behind a long string dangling off his left calf.
He tried to rise to his feet. Too late.
He got e-prodded in the back, then the ass crack, then the balls.
The equippers went through and pulled off the slaves' hoods – revealing blushed faces – then fed them water from the special bottles.
Ramon turned around to face them again. Seeing his sweat glistening, bright red face in all its brow-less, bald, humiliated glory was reason for Jeff to wink at him with a smile.
Jeff had to admit, Ramon had always been pretty hot. But now he looked way hotter than Jeff had thought possible. Those nipple rings did wonders for him.
The next step was the classic black x-harnesses Jeff had seen on class A slaves before.
Equippers went through and rigged up one cum dripping slave at a time, fitting the x-straps to the torso.
The harness' straps looked a little thicker at the back than at the front. Did it have some hidden features? There were also D-rings at the end of each `leg' of the x-shape and in the back center.
Once every slave was properly `clothed', heavy chains descended from the ceiling. They ended in large hooks.
The enforcers went through and hooked each slave up to a chain at the back of their outfit, then unveiled the harness' secrets – integrated shackles.
The officers undid the metal wrist shackles the slaves had worn so far and instead pulled black ones from the upper `legs' of the harness, connected by thin, durable strings already hooked into the D-rings.
Lastly, to Jeff's fascination, more shackles were drawn from the lower `legs' of the x and closed around the slaves' ankles, lifting them off their feet.
The result was eight hogtied slaves dangling in the air.
As a final touch, there was even a little string hidden in the harness' center that connected to the collar, forcing the slaves to keep their heads up.
"They look kinda like turkeys," Max said. "But only some of them got stuffed, hehe."
"You must love it," Conner said to Jeff, "having all those holes on display. If you bend over they're just at mouth height."
"Yo," Otis said, "knock it off. We're here to roast Ram- these slaves, not Jeff."
Conner made an apologetic expression.
Jeff was too thrilled to be mad. "You act like I'm the only one here watching, hehe. I think we can all enjoy this view."
Eight slaves hung hip high, skin on skin, like packages only missing the bow. Now unhooded, the guys faces got pressed into each other's bodies. The officers made sure to line up faces and asses, meaning Ramon could only glare at the gang for a moment before his face got buried in the muscular ass cheeks of the guy who had just taken his anal virginity.
Of course Ramon tried not to have his open mouth pressed into the guy's freshly cleaned and de-haired asshole but he wasn't controlling where his head pointed, so he could only keep his side abs flexed to at least only kiss the guy's inner cheeks.
The officers pulled the dick cages onto the slaves one by one.
"What happens now?" Jeff asked. He wanted to know everything about the process.
"There was more of the aphrodisiac in the water they just got," said the punisher. "They need to be fully deflated when the cages are put on but then we have to test if they fit. There are a lot of screws to fiddle with to make sure the cages can be worn indefinitely."
"So you make them get hard again?"
"Yes, within a few minutes they will be hornier than before their wild ride and the equippers can adjust the cages for comfort."
Jeff was so fascinated that he felt he was cumming a little. He leaked at an alarming rate. He wanted to join the activity. Either as an officer, fondling the dick of a defenseless, smooth muscle man to take his dick privileges away forever, or as a hogtied, drooling slave unable to fight as his ability to cum was removed.
"It takes a while, tough," Johnson said. "Do you want to grab a snack? We'll be back in time for the last couple of cage fittings."
The gang agreed and joined the punisher in a cafeteria where they ran into the rest of their group, munching snacks. Only a few enforcers were on break, chatting on the other side of the room.
There were several class B or C slaves, shuffling trays, stocking machines and filling out schedules.
Jeff would have thought after seeing class A up close, he wouldn't be interested anymore, but their lean, smooth bodies still looked beyond fuckable. His erection refused to go away at the sight of those rippling muscles.
"Hey," Max said. "If you don't mind, I'll stay with the regular tour and look at class B processing. I've kinda had enough."
"Yeah," Min said. "I didn't quite know what I was signing up for. It was fun and all but I just want to put this behind me."
"Suit yourselves," Otis said.
Jeff and the remaining two members of their `gang' grabbed snacks and drinks. They sat down with the others long enough to see that nobody was missing Ramon yet.
Snacks still in hand, the reduced gang joined punisher Johnson for the end of cage fitting.
When they returned, Ramon and a few other guys were still getting cage fitted. There was a massive puddle underneath the hanging slave row.
"Smells like piss," Otis remarked.
"Yes," Johnson said. "The cages are held in place by a few things, including a hollow sound, up the urethra. The equippers have to find the right length so they go until it reaches the sphincter."
Ramon still had his face buried in his first fuck's ass. He no longer had the strength to flex his body, so he was just hanging - lips on sphincter, drool dripping from the connection point.
Ramon's cage got the sound. It looked big enough to cause discomfort. Jeff's dick pulsed at the thought of getting violated this way.
Ramon twitched as the metal rod entered his slit and soon started pissing. The gloved equipper kept working like nothing was happening.
Then the guy in front of Ramon got sounded. But his caged dick pointed directly behind himself, making him piss onto Ramon's chest.
The Ramon's equipper pushed the false slave's head, dipping his mouth lower and making the stream shoot right in.
"Holy shit," Conner said. "He's not even moving. He just accepts a mouth of piss from his cum donor."
Jeff was on an unprecedented level of bliss. "Yeah, he learned to fit in fast."
Otis opened a bag of popcorn and shared it around.
The slaves started to move as the ceiling chains that held them up ran backward on the track, back the way they had come in.
As the slaves moved along, ass first, and spread out a bit, the equippers put small plugs into their holes.
"I swear," Conner said, "I'm not trying to attack you, Jeff, but butt plugs? Isn't this super gay?"
Jeff shrugged, playing over his excitement. "Anyone can use them. I guess they're more useful to us gays."
Ramon slid past, saw that his `friends' were back, munching popcorn, and started screaming and shaking in his harness. Then his ass was unceremoniously invaded by a lube-shimmering, black plug and he groaned angrily at them, hairless brows furrowed.
"This one," the punisher said, "has been making a lot of trouble. BJ-603. I'll keep him in mind."
The trio looked at each other. Was it bad if Ramon was more closely scrutinized?
The slaves moved back into the area where the tracks had forked, but this time the trio wasn't separated by glass from the events. They got to march along the slaves.
"Class A gets more stamps," Johnson explained. "Since they wear hoods most of the time, we can use an additional identification spot."
The drone with the `foreheadset' returned, this time using it on the slaves' lower back as they drove into position.
Starting from the back, the slaves received new hoods. These freshly 3d-printed hoods fit each individual slave much better than the previous generic ones, conforming to facial contour and head shape to stay on as if glued.
Punisher Johnson patted the plug of the guy who had been voluntarily fucked, making the slave twitch and grunt.
"I consider it good luck when one of them is already familiar with anal stimulation," the man in sleeveless uniform said.
He pulled the plug out most of the way and let it slide back in. "Many of them make highly complacent workers. He was probably eligible for class B but a lot of gay guys get put into A just because our methods fit them better."
"Methods, sir?" Jeff asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"With the cage, release is difficult by design. It makes them work harder. To control them, we allow milking."
As Jeff and the punisher spoke, Jeff saw from the corner of his eye that Conner casually pulled the plug from Ramon's ass and shoved it into the false slave's mouth.
Then Conner shoved two fingers into Ramon's hole. The hogtied boy clenched with all his strength, which was not enough in his compromised position. He got finger banged.
Punisher Johnson was unaware of what happened behind him. He smirked. "I heard a little bit of your conversation. You're gay, aren't you? I'd have expected you to know what that means."
"Well, yeah. I'm just surprised."
Conner pulled his fingers out and wiped them inside Ramon's unshutable mouth, while Otis put the plug back in.
The enforcers who hooded the slaves arrived at Ramon and gave him his perfectly snug mask. Then the line moved onward.
They entered the testing chamber. The music here was minimal techno. This was what Jeff listened to at the gym, funny enough.
The place was filled with training gear, medical equipment and computer terminals.
Three stations were manned, allowing the slaves to split into three groups to be tested – Ramon and the two beefy guys who had fucked him were one group.
"I have to wrap up soon," Johnson said, "but class As get a very different routine from Bs. There's no fill out this survey' and let's see how fast you can type'. With class As it's only about physical labor."
The slaves were lowered to the ground and their shackles undone automatically. They were free, stretching and massaging their joints. The shackles retreated into the harness, flattening out on the x-shape.
Even the ball strings got unchained, letting the slaves leave the track for the first time.
The `Ramon and friends' trio flexed their wrists and shoulders then tensed, as if ready to fight. Each other? Or the punishers at their station?
The slave driver of the testing chamber pointed at a white vending-machine-looking thing and spoke. "Hold your face up to the tag reader. Press your chest to the surface."
Despite reacting on their own, the slaves got shoved forward by punishers. One by one, the got pressed against the machine's screen and made to hug it.
"This will be your first task tag," said the slave driver. "If you forget what you're supposed to do or where to go, find any task vendor like this box," he patted the machine, "let it read your stamp and it'll tell you again. Don't worry, your hoods are see through for the task vendor."
Each time the task vendor beeped and a slave pulled away, he had white, one inch long, plastic strips dangling off his nipple rings.
"Those tags are color coded per sub-task, so you know who's supposed to do what if you work together. These ones are your virgin tags, to teach you how the whole thing works. Now step onto your platforms."
The Ramon-plus-two group was closest to the yellow line from where the gang watched.
"Face the TV screen," the slave driver said.
The officers removed the small butt plugs with a fast motion, then pressed a much larger plug up their guts.
"Man," Otis said with a chuckle. "I can't imagine what's worse than those anal plugs but I'm looking forward to the punishment for refusing them." He downed the rest of his popcorn.
"Don't expect too much," the punisher said. "We make them fight back to let the system calibrate itself. You'll see."
Basically all men resisted the anal intrusion. Ramon clenched and reached behind himself. It looked like a fight was about to break out. The tension in the room turned to violence.
As the slaves openly fought the officers' attempts to plug them, they went limp. Not enough to fall to the ground but enough to be easily manhandled. The plugs slid in with ease.
"It's Slave Hush," Jeff said.
"Well noted," Johnsons said. "From now on the collars inject the Slave Hush paralyzer when necessary. It's how we can afford to unshackle them for some tasks without worry. Testing if the collars work is actually part of the process for this room."
Ramon and his two `friends' recovered fast and the punishers e-prodded their arms away from their asses, forcing them to accept the plugs.
The screens in front of the platforms activated, showing a cartoon slave doing jumping jacks.
"Jumping jacks," said the slave driver, "until I stay otherwise. Now."
Punishers all across the room started flogging the test subjects until all they complied.
It wasn't a regular flogger, which would have bounced off the harness. These hardlight-kinetic-transfer whips – or `e-flogs' - were a coveted item on sites where Jeff read about his fantasies with likeminded guys. They even worked through thick clothes, shooting their kinetic energy into the skin by complicated means.
Ramon was beautiful in a perverse way as he jumped, flashing his newly smoothed pits and making his caged package jump. Drool got flung from his ring gagged mouth. His task tags fluttered with his nipple rings. Red lines appeared on his back and flank as the floggers wrapped around him the second he slowed down.
Jeff went back and forth imaging himself as a punisher whipping these nude backsides versus being a slave getting punished in ultimate helpless humiliation. Both options were so fucking hot.
The cartoon slave on screen changed to squats.
"Squats now," the slave driver yelled. "Hands forward. Ass to the floor."
There was no way for the guys to comply fast enough and they got e-flogged as they dropped.
Otis was talking to punisher Johnson, asking about how slave hush worked and how it was delivered. Jeff wanted to know, too, but he couldn't look away from the spectacle of hot guys doing squats that made their packages fly.
The punishers relented.
"Freeze! Stand up straight. Asses out."
The slaves stopped and held still. Ramon glanced to the side, at the gang, his expression unknown.
Their plugs got removed, stretching their rosy sphincters and making them tremble. None fought back. The sound of asses slurping was more funny than erotic, but Jeff subconsciously bit his lower lip.
Only now did the slaves' heavy breathing become apparent. As Ramon stood still, his chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm. A sheen of sweat had appeared on his skin.
Jeff grinned as he saw the new, even bigger plugs. One of the guys tried fighting and got another dose of slave hush. Ramon held still until the plug was halfway in, nearly to the thickest point. Then he arched away, on his tip toes, and flexed his ass shut.
The boy shook his body and flailed at the attacker. He was calmed by the paralyzer in his collar and the plug went in. Jeff went back and forth imagining being the punisher and being in Ramon's spot.
"Continue squatting."
"Is it all exercise?" Conner asked.
Punisher Johnson nodded. "From the outside yes, but there's pain tolerance being tested simultaneously. This punishment isn't willy-nilly. It's also an obedience test. One which that lean, tan guy is kind of failing. He keeps staring at us, like he didn't put himself in this situation."
"Jumping jacks, now!"
Conner pointed at Ramon just as the false slave made eye contact with them again. "Yeah, that one's been making trouble. I wouldn't be so lenient."
"I've noticed him several times," Johnson said. "I'll write him up for class X."
"What?" Jeff said. He had read everything there was to read but had never heard of this class.
"Oh, that's nothing official. The truly noncompliant get extra treatment behind the scenes. I can't talk about that."
"Pull ups, go go go," the training room's slave driver yelled.
The test subjects grabbed pull up bars above them. There was barely any strength in them so their form sucked. Punishments followed.
"That's all I can show you," punisher Johnson said. "Follow me out, please."
"What happens with those slaves next?" Jeff asked.
"As they finish up, one by one they will be sent to the class A break room until they're all tested. Then we feed them and their first shifts start."
Conner's eyes widened in disbelieve. "There's a break room for these guys?"
"We have to store them somewhere," Johnson said and chuckled.
"But they have cells, no?"
"The new slaves learn what to do and what not to from watching the old ones. Some collaboration is beneficial."
"Man I'd love to see that," Jeff said.
"Sorry, I can't..." Johnson paused. "Eh, well, I suppose... It's my last tour for the month. Fuck it. Have a look."
Otis didn't feel like joining them. He just wanted to find the group again and leave. Conner and Jeff were eager to get one final glimpse behind the curtain.
Otis said good bye to Conner with a lengthy bro hug. As if they weren't going to see each other again in a minute. For a second, Jeff remembered that Ramon had been a close friend. It was kind of a pity. But on the other hand, he was unbearably horny.
As the remaining two college boys approached the `break room', the music got louder again – much louder.
Conner frowned. "It sounds like a dance club in there. I didn't think they'd be allowed to play tunes."
Punisher Johnson laughed outright. "It is a bit like one. We don't want them to fall asleep on their breaks after all."
The place was the size of a living room, nearly devoid of features and dimly lit by sharp spot lights that drew out the features of low body fat muscle men.
There were about twenty guys in dick cages, x-harnesses, collars, ring gags and hoods. Mostly in pairs, fisting each other. Nearly every slave was either fisting or getting fisted. Sometimes four or five slaves formed a fisting-circle.
"Holy fuck!" Conner yelled. "It's like a gay club."
Jeff said, "Guess I've been to the wrong clubs," making a joke at his own expense. As far as he was concerned, this was the most amazing place on earth.
Johnson grinned. "Yeah, those perverts get off any way they can. And this is pretty much the only way."
Those men were not just fisting for their lives, they also rubbed their bodies together in an imitation of sex. There was lube everywhere.
While the hoods made their faces impossible to read, their rolled back eyes, casual drooling and the moans slipping through quieter parts for the music, all suggested this was a satisfying sexual experience.
"They do this every day?" Conner asked.
"Most of them," Johnson said. "But the class B and C get to pick some for their own break rooms. Those higher ranked slaves can use their dicks all they want and a hole is a hole."
Jeff felt his own pulse in his rock hard tool, pressed against his abs. "Can we see that?"
"No, sorry. And I think that's enough," Johnson said. "I've got a wife to go home to."
He ushered them out of the room.
"Can't we stay a second longer?" Conner asked to Jeff's great surprise as the door shut behind them. "Just to see the new class A guys come in."
The punisher wiggled his head. "Let me see how far along they are."
He brought them back to the testing chamber where Ramon and his `friends' were done training. Half the slaves were in the center of the room, doing pushups as they got e-flogged.
Ramon had a hose up his ass again, getting flushed out – probably in preparation for the `break'. He and the other finished slaves waited at the hose-station with perfect posture in a neat line.
"All right," Johnson said. "They're about to be transferred. If you kids love to look at slaves riding each other's forearms I guess why not. But stay by the door."
He handed them an e-prod. "Just to make sure they keep their distance. Leave it on the table in the first room when you leave."
"Thank you so much, sir," Jeff said, cringing inwardly at how cheerful he sounded.
"Yes, sir, this is a huge favor," Conner said. When had the ginger kid found his taste for nude men fistbanging?
"One glance, then you leave," the punisher said. "Nothing else."
The duo wandered back to the break room unobserved and slipped inside.
None of the slaves paid them more than a cursory glance. Alone among the class A slaves Jeff's every fantasy was fulfilled to the point of overkill. He wanted to throw himself into the pile and be one of them.
But of course, there was Conner.
"Why did you want to stay?" Jeff shouted over the music. It really felt like they were at a club. All that was missing was a cocktail in his hand.
"I just needed to make sure Ramon is taken care of. Otis and I... We don't want this biting us in the ass somehow."
They waited for only half a minute before the door opened and three slaves walked in – hesitantly, shoved along my enforcers who stayed outside and closed the door.
It was Ramon and his friends. He hadn't spotted the duo yet, too preoccupied taking in his new habitat with fear and terror.
"Hey Rammy!" Conner shouted.
The false slave whipped his hooded head around and stared with wide eyes and a ring gagged mouth. He dashed forward to lunge at Conner.
The ginger e-prodded him on the abs, then again, then in the crotch, then a fourth time.
Ramon went down.
The two enslaved guys who had fucked him retreated to the other end of the room and sat in a corner, uninterested in helping Ramon and not wanting to participate in the fisting yet.
"Stay on all fours." Conner said, "Slave BJ-603."
Then Conner pulled his pants and underwear down and whipped out his dick.
"W-what are you doing?" Jeff asked.
Conner turned to him. "Hey, so maybe I'm a little bi. Big deal. Don't pretend you don't want to join in."
"Fuck yes."
Jeff pulled his pants down and jerked off, already leaking. Conner held onto BJ-603's collar and fucked the slave's mouth.
BJ-603 gagged and convulsed but barely raised his hands.
"Fuck, I'm already close," Conner said after only three humps. "I'm gonna finish in his ass."
He e-prodded BJ-603 in the neck and walked around the frozen newbie slave. He swiped up some of the fisting lube that was available from little buckets all over the room.
BJ-603 made no effort to resist, despite keeping his body tensed as if ready to fight. Jeff sank his dick between the saliva slick lips, grabbing BJ-603's head with both hands.
Jeff didn't have the stamina to face fuck for any length of time, he just cummed right into BJ-603's open mouth, rope after rope. Meanwhile Conner pumped the slave full from the back.
It was a grandiose orgasm. The kind that left Jeff's legs shaking. But he had been so horny that one quick squirt didn't feel like enough. He could have easily jerked off again in just another minute.
Should he try BJ-603's ass, too? This was his only chance.
"We should leave," Conner said as he pulled up his pants. BJ-603 was still squirting out Conner's juices from his immaculately cleaned ass, not daring to move a muscle.
"You're right," Jeff said. He wanted more slave-sex but Johnson had generously offered a second for them to check the new slaves. Testing the patience of the enforcers was probably a bad idea, even if Jeff's hormone flooded mind had a hard time thinking sensibly.
As they bailed, Jeff looked back before the door closed.
BJ-603's abused frame was hot to look at but he had a long way to go until the nutrition and exercise gave him the muscly, low body fat look Jeff knew and loved. The slave behind BJ-603 were all beautiful in the low light, fibers popping with every fist thrust.
He wondered whether he'd get to go back there if he paid for another tour. Hopefully he got another generous tour guide next time.
The end? Not yet.
Check back next time for a final installment with twists and turns.