PROCESSING 3
This story is set mere month after the second part. Simon graduated and is now an overseer-in-training.
You all wanted more, here it finally is. Cruel as ever.
THE DANGER
At the end of a productive day the governor's son Simon sat down at his home desk naked and spread his legs. The blonde boy snapped his fingers before he started browsing the internet leisurely.
Jimmy – formally his best friend, now his slave – rushed to his dedicated spot between Simon's spread legs and began to kiss his way upward. The young overseer's body reeked of sweat from a day in a leather overall. After the blowjob he would take a shower and go to bed... But what was that?
Some programming-prodigy had set up a site that detailed the odd circumstanced that led to Cole's, Nathan's and Jimmy's arrests. Inconsistencies were carefully collected and listed.
Simon pushed Jimmy's headed away from his dick and leaned in, fully focused. He counted himself lucky to have stumbled over this site coincidentally before the site-administrator set up the petition asking for reopened investigations that he had been planning to create.
It was time to call dad. The governor would know how to keep Simon's illegal enslavements under wraps.
Indeed, with his father's resources Simon easily found the citizen responsible for potentially exposing his illegal activities.
To his great astonishment Simon learned that Cole had a little brother: Lee.
Not only was Lee a genius with the computer, but also a pretty good student in general. The easiest way to get the offending website removed was to enslave Lee as soon as possible.
Sending the police to his home might tip off somebody else who was familiar with Cole's, Nathan's or Jimmy's case. A plan slowly formed in Simon's head.
THE SCHOOLTRIP
When Lee's class randomly won a visit to the newly erected slave enforcement facility the boy felt like protesting. He did not want to be complicit in these unethical machinations and he certainly didn't want to have to write a report about it afterward.
Nonetheless he was part of the group that was led around the complex. Resisting the school authorities was a futile endeavor.
Like his older brother Cole, Lee was a scrawny, youthful boy with pale skin and smooth hair. Walking through the concrete corridors of the facility nervously, he wasn't focusing at all on the instructors explanations about the number of slaves processed daily.
His best friend Barry was with him, but so was the domineering bully Clyde who always seemed to hover around Lee, waiting for an opportunity to insult him.
Barry was a big, black boy whose gentle nature led him to agree on Lee's thoughts. Together they intended to fight the prison system once they were done with school.
The cruel Clyde on the other hand was an athletic, white boy with a buzz cut and too much testosterone. He was the only one in class who dreamed of becoming an overseer one day. With a dumb grin he absorbed every word the instructor spoke.
While those two boys had completely opposing view, they were quite close friends and walked next to each other. Being muscular teens they were on all the same sports teams.
Lee never tried to stop Barry from seeing Clyde as the friendship kept him from being targeted by the bully for the most part.
Hearing that the next stop was going to be the main attraction, Lee fell behind the group. He had read about the brand new PAIN System. Short for Prison Admittance & Initiation Nerve-configurator.
It was a set of machines that automated almost the entire work procedure of enslavement, making sure there was zero chance of incorrect processing.
A hand on his shoulder made him jump. Looking up he saw a young overseer with a friendly smile.
"Hello, I'm Simon. You're here on a class trip?"
"Y-yes..." said Lee, refusing to call the overseer Sir like they had been instructed. But Simon didn't seem to mind.
"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself much. Would you like to skip this part? It's fairly graphic. Especially when the life demonstration happens."
"But I thought there wasn't going to be a processing today. They said they wouldn't allow students in here if there was work happening."
Simon looked perplexed. "Oh. I might be wrong. We should check. My office is right around the corner."
Lee looked ahead where his classmates entered the PAIN-room. He spotted robot arms hanging from the ceiling and protruding from the ground. With a shiver, he turned away, glad to have someone else to follow.
The last thing he heard from his classmates was Clyde's sigh of joy and Barry's wheeze, which could only be a gasp of terror.
SURPRISING TWIST
Uneasy, Lee stood at the entrance to overseer Simon's office. There were all kinds of strange tools that gave him a foreboding feeling.
"Come right in," Simon said with a grin. "Step right up to the computer. We'll see if anything is scheduled for today."
The steel door closed automatically as the boy entered. Lee walked around the desk to where Simon was standing and his eyes widened the sight of-
"That's my- ...I mean that-"
"Yes, Lee. That's your site you little fuck."
Many questions came to the boy's mind. How did the overseer know his name? How had he found the site and why was-
Simon wrapped his arm around the slender boy's head and pressed a gun-like instrument to the back of Lee's neck.
The tool that was usually only used to the most dangerous prisoners triggered and shot a microscopic implant into Lee's spine.
Simon let go of the little boy and Lee started running for the closed metal door. He made it across the room unpursued but found himself locked in.
Simon walked up to him, leisurely and picked up a whip from the wall. Slashing across the boy's back once was enough to send the frail teen stumbling away from the door.
"Now Lee, it turns out I was right. There will be a life demonstration today. But first, let's get you out of these clothes. You won't need them anymore."
With a bright red head the boy yelled. "Fuck you, you can't do this. I will report you and you will be enslaved and-"
Simon triggered the device in Lee's neck. Every nerve in his spine was overstimulated, sending signals to the brain as if the small boy's entire body was on fire.
Lee pissed himself while dropping on all fours.
During the two second long pain his throat had been too tense for sound but now after it was over he was screaming louder and harder than ever in his life. He hadn't known this much pain was possible.
No sound left through the thick concrete walls and steel doors.
"Strip, now."
The trembling teen stared up from the ground defiantly. "You're not getting away with thi- Aaaaaahhh!"
Simon triggered the implant three time in a row. More than was used on prisoners even when they acted up.
As soon as the last impulse was gone, Lee tore off his clothing as if they were burning.
He ripped off his shirt and pants in frantic motions, his hands still quivering. Kicking off his shoes and struggling to pull his shirt over his head, at the same time, his panic making precise movements impossible.
At last, the little kid was naked, his smooth skin moving with ever twitch of his tender muscles. His face showed fear and rage alternately, as he looked up and down, never sure if he should make eye contact.
The overseer had to admit, the boy was almost too cute. But there was more to do.
"I can't have you alert anyone in the facility. Only the instructor for your class is in on my plan. So, here's a little something for you."
Simon grabbed a small metal tool, marveling on how cute the slender boy looked as he wreathed in lingering agony, his perky butt flexing with heavy breaths.
"I'm..." Lee began, "I won't... this isn't right, you're supposed to protect us from people like you, not-"
"Up."
Kicking the boy until he stood up, Simon readied the device. He held Lee's small, contracted balls in one hand and put the device on with the other. The teen's crown jewels were in between two plates.
"This triggers whenever you speak. Would you like to know what it does?"
Lee looked at him, teary eyed. "Y-yes?"
The weight of a free falling car battery crushed his balls from all sides as the devices springs were activated by his answer.
Lee screamed. He cringed, fell back on the floor and tried to rip the metal off his balls. Nothing alleviated the pain that seared upwards into his clenched abs, his tiny body being overflown with ball-crush-pain.
Simon stepped with one boot on his neck. "It's speech triggered. You will have to stop screaming if you want the pain to stop. It's logical you idiot."
Lee stopped screaming but not out of will power – he puked his stomachs content out. With a boot on his neck he couldn't pull away and got a face full of vomit.
Simon pulled him up by his hair. "Look what a mess you made. Poor boy. We'll get you a nice, thorough shower."
BASIC PREPARATIONS
With weak legs, Lee walked in front of the overseer who rushed him across a corridor into an almost empty concrete room with a white tile floor.
He was terrified, but there was no way his classmates wouldn't notice his absence. He would be rescued and the thing on his balls removed. Simon would be punished.
Being naked was awkward for the shy teen. He had the urge to speak up and get some distance to the man who had tortured him so hard it made him piss his pants and vomit.
Several times Lee thought he heard voices through some doors less thick than the one of Simon's office. The desire to scream for help was enormous. But the memory off the ball crushing was still fresh and there was no guaranty anyone would help him.
The overseer shoved Lee into a corner, took a hose off its hook and shot icy water into the teen's face. Once Lee was cleaned to Simon's satisfaction, he shoved the hose into Lee's mouth, turned to a less brutal setting and shot water into the boy's throat.
"Drink it. All of it. You'll need it for the ride. Because I'm going to make sure you get the double dose of this."
Simon pointed to a tray, displaying a few syringes.
While Lee gulped down as much icy water as he could, coughing violently, the overseer leaned in.
"You thought you could expose me? Me? Do you have any idea who my father is?"
Lee was desperate to tell the man that he had had no idea who was behind the arrests. He just desperately didn't want to give up on his brother and found the system appalling. But now he would have gladly sworn to give it a rest if he was let go.
As Lee thought his stomach was going to burst, he was finally allowed to spit out the hose. Freezing cold, inside and out, he trembled on the spot.
"I promise you won't be cold for long. Or ever again."
Simon pulled up a syringe and stabbed the small teen in the arm. With that done, he pushed the boy down on his knees and pulled his soft dick out of its hiding place.
Without bothering to instruct his prisoner, Simon pried Lee's mouth open, rubbed his sweaty dick across the boy's lips and put the tip in. He let his piss flow freely.
"Waste a drop and I'm giving you three more shocks with the dominator neck implant."
Obediently, Lee swallowed everything he was offered.
He had tried to campaign for a better prison system and always made sure to keep his disdain separate from all moral judgement. Lee had been sure that the overseers were not malicious and did their best to treat the slaves with respect.
Now he was drinking piss, eyes wide open in terror, fearing the consequences of spilling any.
After tugging his dick back in, Simon instructed Lee to lick his boots while he loaded a special gel into the next hose.
By now Lee could feel the effect the injection had. He was sweating all over his body. Thick drops forming in his skin and running down to the floor were they made the tiles slippery. He was hot, his skin was burning up like standing in the sun on a summer's day.
Lee's tongue barely graced the thick leather. The boy was sure the overseer wouldn't feel it through the thick material.
A kick on his forehead told Lee to look up. Simon was ready to continue.
The gel got sprayed onto Lee as the teen covered his eyes with both hands. A tingling sensation spread all over his body, but the unpleasantness was nothing compared to what he had endured so far.
Showering the gel off with the first ice water hose, Simon grew impatient. The class was going to be almost finished with the facility. His plan had to be implemented quickly.
There was no reason to let the class watch the processing - indeed it would be safer to do it in private, but Simon wanted to add every possible humiliation to Lee's misery.
When Lee uncovered his eyes, he saw that every single hair on him had been washed away. He was sweating again, even before the icy drops on his had begun to evaporate.
Simon shot one last injection into the boys arm and dragged Lee toward the door.
"I hope you had a good jerk off this morning. It's was your last one."
While Lee was dragged along the corridor, sweating and breathing heavily, he was still fighting down rage. Every fiber in his little body told him to flee or fight.
The boy's dick hardened and a feeling of lust overcame him. He had read about the effect of this injection. He was going to be desperate for an orgasm for the rest of his life, always feeling like he was on the verge of climax but never reaching it.
According to research this was the most frustrating thing about being enslaved. Every pain, torture and labor was temporary, but the despair for relief never ceased.
Seeing Lee clench his fists in anger, Simon grinned and triggered the dominator in the slender neck again. The boy jumped, yelled and collapsed as his scream activated the ball crushing machine.
The walk to their next stop was long and Simon entertained himself several times. It never got boring.
DELETION
The boys of Lee's class looked down from the observer deck. The lights in the machine room had been dimmed and were tinged red. When an overseer entered with a very small prisoner the chatter died down.
It was difficult to see detail on the sweat dripping inmate as he wore a black bag over his head, stumbling along, always pushed by the leather-clad authority.
The boyish prisoner was strapped into the guidance system. His wrists and ankles were fixed into heavy metal rings that stretched him into an X-shape.
His head was held by a metal helmet with blinders that forced him to look straight ahead, not allowing the class to see his face. Only then did the overseer take off the bag.
Lastly he removed a device that had been on the prisoner's balls.
While the instructor explained the machine one more time, the overseer spoke to the prisoner, talking about things the onlookers were unable to hear through the glass.
"Now, Lee, my friend. I've changed the records to make it look like you were apprehended legally. I dated it forward a few hours to avoid suspicion. Is there anything you would like to say, now that you can speak freely again?"
Lee yelled "Fuck you! You will not get away. You will be punished. You are a torturer and I will expose you. You can't prevent it. My friends will realize what happened. So fuck you!"
Simon chuckled. "So you mean Barry?"
He held Lee's phone into the teen's field of vision.
"You dropped this. I hope you don't mind I picked it up. It's not like you're going to need it. After all, your possessions will be destroyed by the end of the day."
Simon scrolled through the conversations Lee and Barry had been having over the last few month. He was going to have to look into this Barry kid.
Lee was crying but didn't stop yelling at Simon. "You can't... I didn't do anything. This is illegal. Someone will notice. I'm just... I'm just a kid. Please..."
"Ha! You're right, you didn't do anything. Except you were dangerous to me. Yes, I got your brother enslaved and two others. Just for the kicks. And now I'll add you to that list."
"But... I didn't do anything. I'm not charged with anything. You can't just invent crimes."
"You're right. But my dad can. And after what he will write in your file, you can be glad if the other inmates don't tear you apart. No one will listen to you, not the guards, not the other slaves, no one."
PAIN 101
On the observation deck the buzzing of the machine was inaudible, thick glass separating the pupils from the robotic arms, which began to move below.
Simon joined the class, beginning a conversation with Barry and Clyde. Both to explain the process and to invite them to a more intimate introduction.
The first station was of course piercing and tagging. Metal claws shot towards Lee, who desperately wreathed in his X-spread. A thick collar was closed around his neck and molten shut.
Lee was very confused when the music started. It was a list of all his favorite songs. Simon must have taken the phone from his dropped pants and gone through the music library. The overseers plan was not to let the teen hear his favorites one more time but to make sure that Lee associated everything good in his life with his enslavement.
With quick stabs – almost in tune with the music - the robots shot thick rings into nipples, nose, ears and – intruding into his clenched mouth – the tongue.
All the while a gps marker was implanted in his neck. The newest version didn't just electrocute for straying from the assigned area but also for being late to tasks in other areas.
The pain was enough to make Lee lose control of his busting full bladder for a second. He clenched hard to stop the flow, only allowing a short stream to shoot in front of him.
The stimulation of his dick that this incident caused was enough to make him shiver and – despite all that as happening – wish for an orgasm he knew was never going to come.
Wait... Lee thought hard.
His bladder was the only thing he still had control over. He was not going to give Simon the satisfaction of giving up. But while clenching he realized that he might be able to still orgasm until the procedure was complete. Simon had only given him the horniness-serum, not the anti-orgasm drug.
Fully aware that this was going to be the last orgasm of his life, Lee humped the air in front of him with all the little teen boy might he had left.
Copious amounts of precum dripped from his pulsating dick as he clenched and wiggled himself to simulation.
The focus on this activity was enough to distraction him from the pain of the following injections.
He got another dose of sweat inducer, immediately making his skin burst into more sweat than before. Where only drops and little stream had decorated his skin he was now bathed in free flowing sweat. He would have to drink much more water than other slaves to survive, always keeping his stomach uncomfortably full.
Of course he also got his second dose of horniness. The effect was a hot wave of lust, making the tiny kid cringe and tremble in his clanking cuffs. The last orgasm was approaching.
A metal piece forced its way into his mouth and fired a laser while his hands and feet were dipped in an unknown substance. Suction cups forced his eyelids up, making him stare directly into laser beams.
Seconds later Lee had no teeth, no nails and was extremely shortsighted.
Lee never stopped wiggling his dick to reach the greatest, mightiest, hardest and last ever orgasm of his pathetic life.
Unable to see or concentrate the boy was surprised that the pain he felt next could still out-do the previous ones. With one robot holding his dick at the root, another closed in with a needle.
He was getting stabbed into the urethra by a metal rod that damaged his insides.
Not pissing was suddenly nigh impossible. Lee had to put all his effort into clenching his bladder shut.
The robots raised his legs, causing his knees to bend and exposing his asshole. He was brought into an almost horizontal position, legs bent.
Needles poking his anus was what made him lose control. A seemingly endless stream of hot piss shot from his hard dick all the way to his face, splashing onto his torso on the way. Puddles on his skin connected to rivers that ran down his sides.
Lee cried out. He would kill Simon. Nothing was left for him. His own body didn't belong to him anymore. He would fight.
But first, he had to orgasm. He absolutely had too. More than killing Simon, more than escaping, more than surviving even. Horniness filled his mind and left no room for anything besides.
The needles on his anus had sawn nano-fiber bio-metal into his sphincter, connected to his nerves. He would be beautifully tight like a virgin, never stretching. Not even to accommodate a penis – much less ever get relaxed.
And that wasn't just for his sphincter but the entire length of his guts as far in as a penis might reach, making the boy a perfect fuck.
Two more injection followed as he was pulled back into a standing X-shape. Those were the growth stunnter and the intelligence reverser. For a child prodigy like Lee this would hit hard, but neither serum had any immediate effects.
With his final climax fast approaching, Lee cried tears of joy. He hauled at the concrete walls in defiance of his ultimate defeat.
"Fuck yeah, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Take this you monster, I'm fucking jizzing. Hahaha! You can't take this form me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck."
Muscles all over his body tightened as the sensation started in his toes, flowed out into his legs and went up into his crotch. His dick throbbed like a piston. He was so close – so very close.
But the injection slammed right into his neck. His nerves were reconfigured within a second. Orgasm was now impossible.
The level of horniness remained constant, locked eternally at its current height. No orgasm ensued.
Lee cried. He was sobbing, unable to form a single clear thought.
In the end he reached the last station of the machine filled path. The chains on the shackles that had dragged him were loosed, allowing him to stand. The cuffs themselves were heavy and made it hard for him to stand.
In pain at various spot all over his body, the teen had difficulties standing on his legs, but fought his weak knees.
The floor was a treadmill as he realized once it began to move. A wall was lowered behind him. Blue lightning seared across its surface – a wall made of elecrocutors.
The treadmill started up with a hum. Within seconds the speed was at a leisurely jogging level. The sweat drenched boy swung his shackled hands and tried to keep running. He was dizzy and in pain, but the sizzling discharges behind him kept him motivated. His loosened chains hit against his thighs and flanks.
Lee's breath went heavy as he did his best to keep up, but the treadmill accelerated to a slow running pace. By now it was basically impossible to keep up for Lee without whipping himself with his chains. His dick swung from side to side, getting stimulated and taking away what little concentration Lee could muster.
Precum was slung to either side, splashing on his stomach and hips. Finally the speed increased too far and Lee slipped on his own sweat. Screaming, the boy smashed into the wall and was stung by a thousand electrical needles.
Lee collapsed on the ground, completely drained.
On the deck Simon was presented with results from the fitness test. He confirmed them to the computer and Lee's chains were pulled straight again, lifting the boy off the ground.
As the robot arms pulled him to the end of the machine filled corridor, the last few applications rose from the ground and laser-burned ink under Lee's skin.
This newly developed, pitch black ink would not only regenerate itself, it could even glow in the dark.
Lee's slave designation was burned in huge letters into his skin. Once on his shoulder blades, once on the side of his neck. A big S was inked onto his left chest, his right ass cheek, his right biceps and his inner, left thigh.
His name was now PF-6900.
Rivers of sweat, evaporated by the laser, flowed back over his skin and made the black writing glisten.
As his shackled opened, the boy collapsed on the ground. Covered by nothing but his blinders, he was free. He could have run. Except his legs didn't work, his joints were screaming at his brain in agony and his mind was otherwise occupied.
PF-6900 went from a kneeling posture down until his head hit the floor and grabbed his dick in both hands. He jerked brutally, hoping that one last orgasm was still somehow possible.
An electroshock in his spine made him shoot up. Simon was standing right in front of him.
The overseer put a thick collar on his prisoner and pulled the kid onto his weak feet.
"Did you enjoy the close look at our institution's equipment?"
"Fu-fuck you. I will-"
"What will you do? Come on tell me. What is it you want?"
"I..." PF-6900 tried to think for a second but all his desired were overturned by one all-encompassing thought. All his embarrassment cast aside, the slave said what was on his mind.
"Please let me cum. I'll do anything. I won't tell anyone what you did. Just please let me cum."
Simon grinned from ear to ear, while he led his victim into the adjacent corridor, only taking off the blinders out of view of the deck.
"And what would you do if I let you?"
"Anything."
"Suck dick and drink piss?"
"Yes! Yes, anything. Just please let me cum."
The boy used his free hand to jerk off as Simon dragged him closer to the loading area. But they didn't move into the garage where trucks waited to take prisoners away.
Entering a small, mostly empty room – perhaps a storage closet. Simon put a hood over PF-6900's face that left only the mouth open. Then he tied the boy's wrists to the ground, using heavy chains just short enough to force the slave to bend his exhausted, aching knees slightly.
BEST FRIENDS
Simon shoved a hose into the boy's mouth and turned on a constant stream of water. The dehydrated boy gratefully swallowed the liquid.
The bitter taste made him realize he was likely drinking piss or a mix of piss and water but nothing could have stopped him from quenching his thirst.
"I'll leave you alone for a second. When I come back I'm bringing some gentlemen who would like to give you a glimpse into your future life as a slave."
Simon put the hose away and continued. "In my hand I have your orgasm button. I will press it if – and only if – you are obedient."
Overseer Simon's steps echoed from the walls as he left, closing the door behind him.
The little slave stood trembling in the darkness of his face-hood. In the silence of the room the things that had transpired came back to him.
Through the pain in his anus, nipples, joints and the tattooed skin he became aware of every gob of sweat dripping off him. The sensation of having no teeth in his mouth was most jarring and the metal of the piercings – especially on his tongue – and the collar were distracting.
Nonetheless, his biggest concern was still his endless horniness. He knew on a rational level that it was futile. No slave had ever successfully orgasmed. The constant jerking, humping and fucking were the biggest reason why it was so difficult to argue in favor of prisoners.
Any attempt to convince the general public that slaves deserved to be treated humanely were undermined by slaves masturbating at ever event regardless of circumstances.
Lee himself had run into this problem with his campaigns. He had been convinced that more would be done for prisoners if only they showed some self-restraint.
And now he was humping his fists, bent over and careful not to slip on the floor that his sweat and piss made increasingly slippery.
The neurotoxin that lowered his I.Q. was already working, but not enough for him to notice. However, it took him a second longer than usual to recognize the voice coming from the opening door.
"Fuck, this is amazing," said Clyde, unmistakably. "Thank you Sir, I've dreamed of helping in slave processing for so long. It's an honor."
The little prisoner froze. He heard Simon's heavy boots approach him and a hand slapped his ass.
The overseer spoke to the bully. "You've read the portfolio of this prisoner on the way?"
"Sure, we can't believe someone so small would even be capable of all this. With his crime record I'm sure glad he's in prison now."
We? Had Simon shown his made up crime record to the whole class?
Clyde continued. "Honestly, I don't even know if we can adequately punish someone so disgusting."
Simon chuckled. "Don't worry. Other prisoners will be informed of him. He'll get what he deserves."
The overseer leaned in and whispered in Lee's ear. "Isn't that right, my boy? There's no escape. But let me offer you a deal. I have the orgasm button that will allow you to cum one last time. But you have to be perfectly obedient for your demonstration. Alright?"
PF-6900's dick was still aching for stimulation. All his focus was on the tugging in his loins. No promise he wouldn't have made.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered weakly.
With Simon still by his side, a foreign dick forced its way into his mouth. Soon the boy was drinking piss again. His last dose of piss-water was already stretching his bladder.
"I'm glad that fucker Lee got sick and left." Clyde said. But if the bully was talking a few steps away from him, whose piss was he drinking?
"Yeah, he goes on my nerves with his anti-slavery talk."
Barry! His best friend was pissing in his mouth. Lee squirmed. He should say something. He could end this right now, if Barry helped him. But the black boy seemed alright going along with Clyde. What was going on?
Clyde said "Hey what does PF-6900 stand for?"
The overseer answered. "It's just a consecutive serial number."
"Ha, thought it should stand for piss faggot. This slave can't even hold it in for a second."
Barry chuckled. "Can it do that again? Hey piss faggot, drink your own juice."
PF-6900 cried under his face covering hood. How could his best friend be someone so different now?
A whip smacked down on his ass, making him jump and his chains rattle.
The whipping continued, leaving the boy no choice. He let loose and his piss flowed from his erect dick. He bent his already down-arched back until his face met the stream, soaking his hood and gulping the drops that landed in his mouth.
All three tormenters laughed at his expense. But the whipping didn't stop, the whip only passed hands between the two school mates. His back had to be glowing red by now.
The slave trembled at the humiliation by his friend more than at the pain. But he yelled with every hit. As much as he tried to stay quiet to secure his orgasm, the pain increased with every hit landing on an already beaten part of his back and ass.
"Now, boys," Simon said. "Let's get in there. I know slaves are gross with their sweat and piss but if you want to get far in the prison system you can't be shy."
Hands spread his ass cheeks, which the thick layer of sweat made difficult. Without further warning one of the boys shoved his dick into PF-6900's ass which stayed tight as a virgin's – never getting used to the stretching.
The slave cried out on top of his lungs at the intrusion, the sensation akin to getting stabbed in the guts.
Seconds later a hand forced his head down and the second boy's dick – also hard – entered his mouth.
So the boy lost both his virginities, not knowing which one he lost to the school bully and which to his former best friend.
The whipping barely slowed down while the tiny boy screamed, his cried muffled by his own choking noises. It was barely a minute before both boys pulled out and switched position. Hips slammed against Piss Faggot's face and ass.
The school mates seemed to be in competition, trying to cause the most violent gagging and the most horrific ass pain, fucking so hard and fast that their victim was thrown back and forth between them, struggling to keep standing where he was chained to the ground.
After a while, through all the pain, PF-6900 noticed a distinct sound. Clyde and Barry were unmistakably making out. Their lips meeting and their tongues entwining over his tortured back.
They were a couple, they had to have been for a while. Clyde and Barry. And the stupid, little Lee had thought... What had he thought? That Barry was on his side and Clyde was mean to everyone. But no, it seemed as if this had all been a game to them.
The slave cried out against the dick in his mouth. But there was no escape. Hot, searing embarrassment shot through him as he realized how stupid he had been and now it was too late.
Both boys froze inside the victim. Long strings of cum shooting into his ass and down his throat. Piss Faggot could hear the blood rushing in his ears from the lack of oxygen.
Whichever one was fucking his face, held it there. PF-6900 passed out, cum dripping out of his orifices.
THE RIDE OF HIS LIFE
When Lee regained consciousness he was alone in the same room. His face hood was gone and so were his shackles.
The sweat dripping boy with cum dried on his mouth followed his first impulse and jerked his dick, harder and harder, still desperately hoping for the impossible.
He also had to piss again, but didn't want to waste water so he turned on his back on the concrete floor and pissed in his mouth while still jerking off.
Simon entered, but the little boy didn't look at him.
PF-6900 was hit by a stream of icy water, cleaning his body from the school boy's cum.
He screamed in terror, only realizing it was just a shower when it was already over. His I.Q. was now slightly below average. He would not have been able to do most of his favorite hobbies like programming and gaming, let alone read and write essays on anti-slavery.
"Alright, boy. I promised you I would let you cum and here I am. After that I'm rid of you for good."
The slave got up on shaky legs, starring Simon right in the eyes, as far as his ruined eye sight would let him. There did seem to be a device in the overseer's hand, but knowing Simon it might as well be the one for the chip on his neck again.
Simon pressed the button.
The little boy orgasmed. His entire body tensed up as his dick shot the biggest load of his life straight up his stomach onto his chest.
He cried out with a loud moan of joy, his eyes tearing up. He closed his eyes as his ass clenched instinctively.
The orgasm was going on for five incredible seconds already. Not in bursts, like a regular one, not with one peak like normal, not only in the moments of cum shot, but constantly, always at maximal intensity.
"Th-thank...you."
Seven seconds. The boy was out of cum. The orgasm spread into his stomach and upper legs, bringing tension to those regions and a tingling sensation to the rest of his body.
Nine seconds. The boy didn't feel his pain anymore. The orgasm had grown past his body, the tingling now indistinguishable anywhere. The boy couldn't tell the difference between himself and his surrounding anymore. He was without fear.
Twelve seconds. His thoughts had ceased, he was simply high. It was like floating on orgasms. This was simultaneously the most intense and the calmest feeling he had ever experienced.
Fifteen seconds. PF-6900 stood tense but relaxed, with a smile of his toothless mouth and slow breaths through his sweat and cum covered chest.
Simon let go of the button.
The orgasm ceased instantly.
Within one breath the slave's horniness was back at its original level. The boy broke out into cries and tears.
Simon grabbed the sobbing kid by the collar and dragged him outside the room. With a magnetically attached leash the overseer led PF-6900 to his last stop. The transport room.
There were no other slaves scheduled for that day. PF-6900 was glad to get an hour of privacy in one of the trucks alone. At least a little bit of time away from all the horrors until he reached his final destination.
Simon grinned from ear to ear.
"My dear boy, I thought you might like some company on your travel. Unfortunately we only have one prisoner today, because you're so extraordinarily important to me. With your schoolmates having left I have all the time in the world. You may have noticed that I haven't enjoyed your tight hole yet."
Oh no.
They walked into a small truck that only had enough space for a couple of people.
Simon locked the slave into place in the middle of the truck, fixed to the ground with a short chain by his nipple rings.
"Now, my friend, let's find out which one of your sore spots can cause the most pain."
SORTING AGAIN
Kept awake by repeated electroshocks, PF-6900 didn't register the huge figure in front of him until a kick to the head forced him out of trance.
"I didn't know we had an arrival today. You must have been kneeling here for five hours. Anyway, since you're the only one today I don't have to go through the whole speech. You'll go to Block F, our newest one."
Dragged by the collar, the slave found himself outside.
"A quick run-down. You'll mine for six hours a day, sleep for four, do exercise for four, be on overseer service duty for one, be on alpha slave service duty for another, do more mining and exercising and somewhere in between you'll find time to drink, piss and swallow some chow."
The sun outside burned down of the boy's pale skin mercilessly.
"Just to get you used to the way we do things I'll flog you the whole way there. It's only a few miles north. Actually, those are some tight looking buns. Spread them for me. No no, suck me off first, you idiot. That's earned you a few hours on blow job duty. You'll do that instead of sleep."
LOOSE ENDS
With one of his slaves licking either foot, Simon contemplated if further steps were necessary. Had he not stumbled across Lee's page by coincidence, who knows?
If any other individuals had the power to unveil his machinations, he had to stop them. Any trail leading to him could mean his future imprisonment.
Although the website was already deleted, the user data was still available if one had the access privileges of a governor.
Simon poured over the data, looking for any patterns that might indicate a serious attempt at uncovering the truth behind his illegal activities.
Contrary to his intentions, Lee had given the overseer the tool he needed to find all opposition. Simon considered himself lucky.
REUNITED
By the time PF-6900 was transferred into the mines his IQ was that of a young child. All his thoughts were occupied with ways to rub his dick.
In a twist of irony – arranged by Simon naturally – PF-6900 spend his time working next to a boy with the number K-193.
If he had had the intelligence or eyesight to notice... well, maybe he would have been overjoyed. But as it stood, that other miner was just one more guy to rub against, or throat- and ass-fuck back and forth.
Alternately fucking and getting fucked was the only spare time activity between the miners.
PF-6900 hammered stones, standing in a puddle of his uncontrollably flowing piss, barley able to open his eyes under the shower of sweat from his bald head.
He had been starring at K-193 for hours and would spend the rest of the day doing the same, never seeing anything more in him then his fuckable ass.
Not long until the overseers and alpha block slaves discovered that the smallest asses were the tightest, giving both brothers a hard time keeping their asses and mouths unoccupied. Of course that led to them falling behind the quota, but at least the ball crushing punishment distracted from their horniness.
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