My Brother Tony, the Penury Slave
Part Five
By Randall Austin
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Tony, awkward on the auction block, finally removed his hands from covering himself and let them fall to his sides, as the auctioneer ordered. Seeing Tony comply with his request, the auctioneer began, "Ok, finally, ladies and gentleman, you can get a good look at Tony DeStasio." As he mentioned Tony's name Tony's head dropped in shame and he stared at his feet. The auctioneer had to stop and instruct Tony again, "Young man, stand tall and look straight ahead or else I'm going to have one my assistants help you to comply. Now stand up nice and tall for all the good folks here who came out to see you today."
Tony was finally able to stand tall and look straight ahead as instructed only by biting his lower lip. He was blushing and sweating. I saw Eric Madonna in the crowd smiling at Tony's humiliation. "That a boy!" the auctioneer smiled. "As I said, ladies and gentleman, this is Tony DeStasio and he comes from a fine family. Without even reading the medical report you can see that he is in prime health." Addressing Tony, the auctioneer continued. "Ok, Tony, now raise your arms as high above your head as they will go, and spread your fingers wide. Show everyone your arm pits. Good boy! – Ok, as you can see, Tony is blue tagged for a very good reason; he is simply top grade slave material. Now, Tony, turn around so we all can get a good look at your behind. Good. Very nice skin."
"Next, Tony, turn around, arms down, face the folks, and I want you to bring yourself to an erection." Tony was silent and looked down. Probably used to the fact that few freshly enslaved boys are able to easily comply with this request, an auction boy was ready and came up to Tony, and with a gloved hand grabbed Tony's cock and started pumping. In no time Tony was huge. "Nice one! Real nice." Tony shut his eyes.
"Ok Tony, I want you to start running in place. That's the way! Now bring your knees up higher and swing your arms more." Tony's did as he was ordered, and was red in the face the whole time, as he ran in place, with his large red knobbed erection bobbing wildly and slapping his leg. "Look at him go to town folks, this is an item that wants to please. Good boy, Tony!"
As I watched Tony go through the paces I was totally ashamed, as well as embarrassed for Tony and my whole family. But finally I thought that maybe this is just what Tony needed, and if only mom and dad had gotten after him and used a little old fashioned discipline he wouldn't have to be here now. A part of me was also angry with Tony for bringing on this embarrassment to the family. I was angry, but I still loved him and felt for him.
The auctioneer did a little sales pitch, "This is a strong lad up here folks, and he can be worked as much as you like. Here in Oklahoma we don't have any fancy laws telling us what we can and can't do with our property. No sir! Here in the heartland of the good ol' USA we are still free, and pride ourselves on that fact. This is god's country after all, and property is property. If you own it you can do with it as you please." The entire audience erupted into applause at the auctioneer's fundamentalist patriotism, which mirrored their own.
"If you buy one of these boys it would be an excellent chance for you to give them some bible training as well. Whip the bible truths into these poor wayward slaves." More applause. Buying slaves was not only good for the economic health of the nation; it was good for the spiritual health of the nation as well.
"The psychological profile on Tony is very interesting. It is based on interviews with Tony's family members. It seems Tony had a vanity problem for as long as any of them can remember. His oldest brother once walked in on him in his room and caught him masturbating to a video he had made of himself dancing nude, with his body oiled up." The audience was tittering. "Well, well, Tony, then you should be pretty happy with yourself right now, all oiled and on display for the folks. Would you like to dance for us now?" The audience roared with laughter. When the laughter died down, the auctioneer said, "I guess Tony isn't in the mood for dancing right now. But remember, folks, if you buy him, you can have him dancing for you all you want, right in your own living room."
The opening bid was quite high, and not many voices joined in. But those that did vied at a fever pitch. Within a minute the auctioneer announced, "Sold to Mr. Blazer!"
An announcement then went out over the loudspeakers like the ones that followed every sale; "Family members of Anthony DeStasio, known as Tony DeStasio, may meet his owner or owner's representative at the Bursar's station to arrange visitation terms."
Tony was quickly collected by the auction boys and taken to the rear of the stage, where he was put into a diaper, a three carnation corsage was clipped to his right nipple, he was sprayed with cologne down his front and backsides, a big yellow 2 by 6 inch card was affixed to his left ear tag, which read `Slave OK73642B, property of Edward Blazer', a matching colored tall cone cap was put on his head and affixed by means of a chin strap, a large bell on a chain was attached to the back of his collar and hung down his back, and finally he was given a large 30 pound weight to carry in his arms, and the weight had a chain attached to it with a cuff at the end of it which was attached to Tony's right ankle. He was then directed to go to the front of the stage and walk down the steps to the auction officials near the bursar at the front of the stage. The entire audience watched with amusement the newly kitted slave, in his big diaper, slowly making his way to the front of the stage. He was goofily obvious with his cone cap, his ringing bell, and his waddling gait. There was slave Tony going to the front of the stage and down the stairs off to his new life of being told what to do. There was Tony all made-up like a real slave, looking totally servile and afraid.
And there at the bottom of the stage, Tony met his owner, Mr. Edward Blazer, and an overseer of Mr. Blazer by the name of Luke. Mr. Blazer was a man who looked like he knew how to get his money's worth out of a slave. He was the man who now had the authority to make Tony dance, oiled and naked, if he wanted. Or anything else he wanted him to do. And there was Tony, finally, a slave, about to pay the price for being poor in America.
As my brothers and I went up to the bursar's station I kept my head down. I was ashamed to have anyone see my face, knowing my brother was now a slave. When we got to the bursar's station we went up to Mr. Blazer and introduced ourselves. He was gracious to us, as was his overseer Luke, a handsome kid about 28 years, wearing khakis and a neat shirt, and holding a folded black, state of the art, condor-plastic whip. Tony wanted attention, but we were listening to Mr. Blazer tell us about Tony's first day's schedule, and asking us if we would like to go out to the compound and see Tony and his other two purchases of the day get penned. He said it was always nice for a slave to have family members around at such a time. We thought so too, so we accepted Mr. Blazer's offer to go and check out Tony's new digs. So my brothers and I accompanied Mr. Blazer, Luke, and the new slave to their cargo van in the parking lot. We walked at Tony's rather slow pace because he was carrying the weight in his arms, which was awkward and heavy, and the chain leading from the weight to his ankle cuff allowed Tony to take only medium sized steps at best. Even though I walked alongside Tony, we didn't say anything to each other. He seemed to be dazed, and there was really nothing to say at this point.
As we made our way to the van we heard Luke ask Mr. Blazer if the new slaves should be ringed and branded as soon as they got back to the compound, and how much time he wanted the new slaves to have to heal before he put them to work on the `floor'.
Mr. Blazer said he wanted the new slaves branded and ringed immediately, and that Doctor Mannis said that with the new antiseptics, the slaves could be put on the floor' as soon after the processing as we wanted, although he still wanted them to heal for a day or two before being put on the floor'.
As he explained this we approached a cargo van in the parking lot with its doors open. Two slaves like Tony, in diapers, were chained in a standing position outside the van by a one foot chain from their collar to eye bolts on the side of the van. Both slaves were holding their slave weights in their arms and wore the attention getting cone hat. Each slave had a person with them, perhaps a family member or friend. And working about the van were three young men.
One of the young men had an electric clipper in his hands, and a woman standing next to a handsome, skinny, blond, slave was talking to him. We heard him say, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." The woman then hugged the blond slave, they whispered things in each other's ears, they kissed, and she left in tears.
Mr. Blazer introduced us to his two sons, Brandon, 26, Elliott, 23, who held the clippers, and his slave medic, Noland Fawn, 35.
Brandon came up to Tony, put a one-foot long leash on his collar and led him to the side of the van next to the other two slaves, and chained him to an eyebolt in the side of the truck. Now Tony, too, had to stand very close to the truck holding his weight. Three slaves in a row, holding their slave weights, chained close to the van, waiting to see what would happen next.
Noland asked Mr. Blazer which was the slave that needed to be circumcised. Mr. Blazer said, "That would be Tony there," and pointed out Tony who stood looking very frightened. My brothers and I were confused, since we were told that temporary slaves couldn't be body modified. We didn't know what to say.
Elliott took the cone cap off of the skinny slave's head, turned the clippers on and put them to the back of the slave's head. He buzzed a path straight through the middle of his head. The skinny slave just stood there, looking defeated. Elliott then widened the center path so that the slave was totally buzzed except for the hair at the side of his head. He took all the hair at the back of the head off, making the slave look bald even without a shaving, except for two clumps of hair on the side of his head. He trimmed around the two clumps of hair, so the clumps of hair at the sides of his head were about 2 and a half inches in diameter. The slave looked ridiculous, like a clown.
Standing next to the other blue coded slave (a cool looking black haired hipster named Adam) was his quiet friend, Joel. Joel asked Elliott why he had to give the slaves such demeaning haircuts. Elliott answered in dramatic fashion. He unlocked the freshly buzzed skinny slave's chain from the side of the truck, grabbed him by the blond clump of hair on the right sight of his head, very roughly pulled the slave by his hair clump and shouted, "Kneel!" The slave did so immediately, with a dumbfounded look and tears welling. As he took a razor to do some trimming to the head of the kneeling slave, he explained. "Did you see how fast and easy that was? If I had asked him to come over to me he would have wondered where? Here? Now? Like this? I saved all that wasted time and needless explanation. In a fast paced work environment such as these slaves will be working in, we need to get information to slaves fast, and we do it anyway we can, we use everything they got on their bodies to communicate. In short, the haircut is practical."
As Elliott explained the haircut, Noland Fawn came up to Tony, still holding his weight and chained to the van, and unfastened and removed his diaper. "Let me see how much snipping I have to do." He took Tony's cock in both hands and pulled down on the foreskin, gathering all of the foreskin at the cock tip. "Oh yeah. A lot of skin is coming off of this one." Tony's mouth was half open in a giant frown, and he looked about as if he wanted to bolt. Brandon reaffirmed Noland's comment, "You hear that Tony? You're getting skinned!"
Gabriel spoke up, "Pardon me, but it's illegal to modify temporary slaves." Mr. Blazer, who had been signing documents, walked back over to us and answered reassuringly. "Gabriel, I assure you it is for Tony's own good. When family members try to delay the process the judge always rules in our favor because it is a health and job safety issue. State guidelines always overrule county rulings. All of our slaves have to be circumcised, and all of them are fitted with a three inch nose ring through the septum, a three inch cock ring through the head of their penis, and are branded on the upper right rump with our two inch tannery slave brand." As Noland pinned the diaper back on Tony, he saw tears falling from his eyes. "You're not crying because I'm going to skin you, are you kiddo? All I'm going to be doing is help you peel your grape, that's all, dude. Anyway it's the regulations man, and the slave regulatory committee is pretty strict. Rulings of local counties have little effect. If the slave regulations say you get skinned, you get skinned, no ifs, ands or buts!"
The hipster slave, who by now was looking a lot less like a hipster and more of a scaredy-cat, was hugged by his quiet friend, and as he took his leave, Mr. Blazer said to him, "Remember, we have a liberal visitation policy for the slaves at the tannery. Friends and family members are free to visit on the first Sunday of every month. It was nice meeting you sir." The quiet friend left, and Elliott immediately started buzzing the hipster slave's once totally cool hair. In no time at all his `do' was reduced to two clumps of hair at his temples. He now looked as goofy as the blond slave.
Gabriel asked Brandon what kind of work would require that Tony be circumcised, ringed, and branded.
"My dad owns the Blazer Tannery. The slaves work for most of each day naked on their hands and knees all day long, wearing nothing except kneepads, plastic sandals, and a back saddle that carries their tanning supplies. The hides, fresh from the slaughterhouse, are laid out and cover the entire vast floor of the factory. The hides are flecked with tufts of hair, salt, shit and blood."
"In the first step of hide processing the hides have to have every square inch gone over and cleaned by hand. So we have devised an efficient system. The slaves get on their hands and knees side by side, usually about 20 slaves. We then extend a single plasti-chain through all of the slaves' nose rings, from the slave on one end of the building to the slave on the other end. The slaves on the ends have the plasti-chain harnessed to their bodies. We do the same for their cock rings; a single plasti-chain goes through the cock ring of every slave. The slaves on each end of the row have the plasti-chains from both the nose rings and the cock rings harnessed to their bodies. That way the entire row of slaves on their hands and knees is certain to keep moving up the floor covered in hides at an even and efficient pace. After they have covered the entire length of the building hand picking every piece of debris out of the hides and putting it in their debris bags attached to their back saddles, they then go backwards down the entire row of hides again to pick up any leftover. Then the backpack garbage is collected and they crawl back up the floor performing a different tannery process on the hides."
"So, as you can see, it is an environment that poses a good risk of infection, so having Tony skinned is for his own good."
I asked why him why they would purchase a top rated slave for that kind of work, since both Tony and the former hipster slave, Adam, were coded blue. He answered, "We don't pay any attention whatsoever to the rating system used by the local county auctions. That whole color-coded system is just a gimmick by the counties to make money, in my opinion. We simply buy up guys who look like they aren't going to faint from having to crawl around on their hands and knees all day long in shit and blood covered hides."
Richard looked up at Gabriel, distressed, and said, "That seems really awful." I went and hugged Richard. When Elliott saw the look of concern on our faces, he muttered to Luke, "They're just slaves, for chrissake!"
Gabriel asked Brandon how many slaves Mr. Blazer owned and how many people in total worked at the tannery. "We are a small operation. With these three new purchases dad now owns 26 slaves. And you have pretty much met the entire non-slave team, just my dad, Elliott, me, and our overseers Luke and Noland. Our head overseer, Joshua Rangle, you will be meeting when we get out to the tannery."
Gabriel asked how so few people could look after so many slaves. "There are three reasons why so few of us can efficiently control such a number of slaves; first, we employ `herd maintenance' techniques, so everything is structured for the slaves, and they all do everything at the same time following a strict routine; second, we pretty much keep them chained or secured in some way all the time; and last, we are very serious about discipline out at the tannery."
"And we are a very `hands-on' group of overseers. Even though we seek total conformity from our slaves in every way, from looking alike in terms of hair and body modifications, wearing identical clothing at all times, brushing their teeth at the same time, and so on, we know each of them individually. We have one-on-one motivation sessions with our slaves all the time. For example, even though Tony won't be shit picking down on the floor for a few days until he heals from the circumcision and processing he's about to receive, he will still be having motivation sessions with all of us overseers. All of us will spend time with him, talking to him, testing him, teaching him to conform, telling him what's expected, putting him through the hoops, and administering orientation spankings. He'll be getting plenty of those."
Tony, overhearing all of this, cringed against the van.
A lot of people were passing us in the parking lot as they made their way to their cars. Several slowed their pace as they passed by to get a better look at the diapered slaves chained by their necks to the side of the van, having to stand there and be stared at since they had no place to go.
Elliott went up to Tony and removed his cone cap. Tony started shuddering then started crying. Some of the spectators were quite amused at Tony's distress. One little boy came running up, ahead of his family, and shouted back at his family, "Mommy, Daddy. Look at the slaves with funny haircuts." His little brother soon caught up with him and the two little tykes couldn't control their laughter. As Elliott started buzzing Tony, the blond slave made eye contact with the slave Adam, the former hipster, and gave a look of disgust in Elliott's direction. Brandon seeing that, dropped what he was doing and rushed up to the blond slave and slapped his face. The slave yelped and cried, stunned. "I saw that sneer you made to Adam regarding my brother." He then slapped Adam's face, which almost made him drop the weight he was holding onto his bare feet. The force of the blow made Adam smash into the blond slave, and he in turn bumped into Tony as he was being clipped by Elliott. "You fucking, worthless, monkey-boys better learn fast that you show respect to all of your overseers. And don't you ever fucking dare, ever again, show a lack of respect to any member of my family! And don't bother getting palsy-walsy with each other, because out at the tannery we do not encourage that. We have a merit system for you slaves based on how well each of you helps us to keep tabs on your fellow slaves. If you report an infraction of a fellow slave and it leads to a beating of that slave, you get rewarded. Slaves don't need friends. The only thing a slave needs is a good strong body."
I felt like I could throw up. Tony and the blond slave looked like they were about to at any moment.
"You are slaves now, and you simply have to accept it and learn to behave and show respect. We don't waste time out at the tannery with any of the latest fancy psychology based slave training techniques. You do what you're told as soon as you're told. It's your choice. If you do, then all is well. If you don't, well, then we can give you shoulders, backs, and ass's that look like the whip marked shoulders, backs, and ass's of our two boys who don't like to behave."
"If you are having a hard time comprehending the fact that you are now slaves, you shouldn't once we get you out to the tannery and penned up. Because after we get you washed down and shaved, we'll be punching a nice big hole through your noses. And we'll be punching an even bigger hole through the tips of your dicks. That's right, we're punching a hole through the knob of your slave dicks. Then we're going to put giant three-inch steel rings through those nose and dick holes. You're going to be looking real good! Just like all our other slaves. Once you look like all the others it should help you grasp and accept your new status. And then you're all going to get trussed up real nice and tight and we're going to give you a super steamy hot branding on your fat asses!"
Relishing the looks of horror on the slaves' faces, Brandon continued. "And we do it all without the benefit of an initial anesthetic. Anesthetics are for us free boys only." He looked over at Elliott and Luke and saw that they were smiling widely, on the verge of laughter.
Brandon continued to taunt them, "Now do any of you have any objections? No one said a thing. Do any of you boys have any questions, or have something you want to say?" Seeing he couldn't get a further rise out of the hapless slaves, Brandon went back to his father who was at the front of the van putting papers pertaining to the slaves into an accordion file.
To Be Continued...
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