Christopher Enslaved

Part Nine

By Randall Austin

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Todd Visits Licker - Continued

The dinner bell called us to lunch, and we

ate outside, like a giant picnic.  Everybody stood in

line to get food, slaves in one line and overseers and

guests in another line.  The meal was served by

slaves, with almost all of the slaves wearing their

brown uniforms, except for the decorated and naked

field slaves, a relatively small percentage of the

total.  The slaves were served rice, mixed beans and

legumes, and vegetables, and I noticed that most slaves

could have as much as they wanted.  A few were

restricted, Licker told me, for diet, health, or

punishment reasons.

When we had each gotten our food and joined up again,

Licker led me to a bench that was populated with other

naked, ringed and harnessed field slaves.  I noticed that

they were all very handsome slaves, like Licker, and they

all had on a variety of headdresses and ornaments and

makeup. It was a very colorful sight.  One of them immediately

asked what kind of job they had for Licker this

afternoon, since he was in uniform.  Licker said he

did not know what Retcher wanted to use him for.

I soon relaxed and found the slave banter very

interesting.  They all seemed content, and even happy.

They talked about things like harness fits,

getting new adornments, making headdresses, who had helped

them get oiled this morning, their pecs and abs, things

like that.  One talked about how he'd lost an

erection during the changing of

the display slave’s ceremony and how he was glad that

no overseer noticed it.  Another one said he wanted a

new copy of the slave mantra book because his original

copy was so worn out.

When the 'back to work' bell sounded at ten to one,

all the slaves took their plates over to a wash

station and washed them off.  Licker took mine for me,

and I sat and watched the activity.  I noticed

that as part of the after-dinner ritual, slaves

everywhere were kneeling and serving as urinals for

each other and their overseers.   I saw Licker

peeing into the mouth of a uniformed slave.  When he

finished peeing he returned and asked me to accompany

him to the guest plaza.  We walked over to a little

green rest area by the parking lot and he told me that

he was instructed to wait there for Retcher.  I let him

know I was glad to see that he had nice friends

among the field slaves, and he agreed that he did.  He

said he liked all of them very much.  I did not

believe him.  Then I saw Joshua coming towards us,

and walking with him was Retcher Baldwin.

They were talking to each other as they approached.

I was afraid, perhaps thinking in the back of my

mind, "Is Retcher going to get me enslaved, too?"

After all, Licker hadn't been much different from

me when his life was changed.  Then I wondered,

if I was enslaved like Licker, how would I be

adapting?  How would I react to the prospect

of spending the rest of my life in that brown

uniform or naked and on display?  It was

something I couldn't dwell on.  Not then.  With

Retcher coming closer, I didn't want to reveal

any weakness.

I had never seen him up close before.  He was tall,

almost 6' 2".  He is 29 years old, almost as fit as a hard

labor slave, with dirty-blond, luxuriously combed hair

and expensive casual clothes. He was sleek, comfortable,

and confident.  He seemed friendly as he extended

his hand in greeting. "Hi Todd. I'm glad to finally

meet you.  I've seen you around town before, usually

with Licker here.  You two were best buddies, right?"

I replied, "Yes, sir", and the ‘sir’ immediately made

me think I was acting scared, scared like a slave.  He

continued, "That's why I'm glad you are keeping in

touch with Licker.  I think it will be good for the

both of you."  Letting me wonder what I thought of

that.

He then walked over and stood on the left side of

Licker.  "You have probably heard how happy we are

with our purchase here", he said, putting his right hand

on top of Licker's bald head and starting to rub it

gently the way one would a dog.  "Licker has turned out to

be one of the most 'eager to please' purchases we've

ever made."  Licker did a happy smile that seemed

absolutely genuine, like he was pleased that his

master was happy.   I could not be certain if it

was a trained smile, one simply designed to please,

although the Licker that I knew had not been an

actor. Retcher took no notice.  He continued to

rub Licker's head. "And look at the cute smile on him.

Isn't he adorable?  And he is so well behaved,

aintcha boy? He is doing a truly outstanding job out in

the field.  And he's also so nicely knobbed, one of

the thickest cock heads I've ever seen, and that's

always an asset in a display slave.  It was an

outstanding purchase overall, and I haven't thanked

you yet, Todd, for helping to make it happen."

I murmured that it was no big deal, I was happy

to help.  I realized that what I said could have

been taken by Licker as indicating that I was

in on some conspiracy, but I was

just too nervous around Retcher to try to clarify

that fact to Licker at the moment.

Retcher continued, "I want you to know that Licker is

to be one of our featured performers at our 4th of

July carnival.  All friends and family members of

slaves are invited.  Licker is going to be performing

tricks.  He'll be jumping through hoops and dancing, and

he's going to be the jack in the box for our big

final celebration.  Make sure you come, and be

sure that you invite all of Licker's friends."  It

sounded colorful and fun to me, but Licker looked

downcast, so I asked him, "Would you like me to do

that?"  Licker hesitated a bit as he tried to find words,

and Retcher, seeing my own uncertainty, answered for

him. "Ah, he's just too modest!  Of course he wants

you to see him perform!  He's been working on his act

for almost a week now."  Joshua, with no

encouragement, then seconded Retcher. "You have to

come!  It really is a lot of fun.  Bring all his

friends.  They'll have a great party time, and it will

be good for Licker to see his old friends."

I instinctively trusted Joshua, so I agreed.  "OK,

I'll do that.  It does sound like fun.  Licker, it

will be a great chance for you to see the gang again!

Peter, Tom, Ian, Sarah, Mark, Julius, and Barbara." 

Just as it looked like Licker was about to say

something, Retcher started in, "I hate to interrupt,

but I have to get Licker over to my friend Jason's

place.  Jason is having this huge rock garden built on

a part of his yard, and the trucks delivering the

boulders couldn't dump them anywhere near the site.

So there are two truckloads of boulders that need

to be carried from where the trucks dumped them,

over to the perimeter of the rock garden site.  I

promised Jason that I'd bring him a slave and give him

free labor until about 8 or 9 o'clock tonight.

I think I'm being pretty generous to my friend in

letting him have a hard labor product for that much

time."  Then addressing Licker, and giving him a

little friendly rub on the head again, he added, "So,

Licker, you're going to be our little boulder boy for

the rest of the day."  Licker smiled as Retcher looked

him in the eye, with his hand on his head.

Finally, Retcher removed his hand from Licker's head and

addressed me.  "Hey Todd, if you'd care to, you are

welcome to follow me out to Jason's.  It would give

you a chance to spend more time with Licker, see what

kind of laborer he is, and see him in action, so to speak.

Or if you want, you could hang with Jason and me.

While Licker is hauling boulders, Jason and I are just

going to laze around chatting, maybe catch a few

rounds of tennis, and later a few drinks.  Or, if you'd

like, you could serve as Licker's overseer for

a while.  Get to see how that shoe fits.  You might

like it."

The very thought of Licker engaged in hard labor and

boulder-carrying for the next seven hours, while

I sat around watching him with his owner, all

the while sipping wine underneath the California sun,

it was a huge temptation!  My dick was on fire.

Unfortunately, I felt I had to tell Retcher

that I was supposed to meet friends at Red

Ray Beach. "Hey", he said, "you've got the whole

summer to hang at the beach with your friends, doing

nothing.  Of course, I'm not trying to twist your arm,

since we really don't need an overseer.  But it's

better to have one. And I KNOW you'd

enjoy it."

But I was curious, why didn't Licker need to be

watched?

"He'll be working alone", Retcher replied,

"and we can tell how hard he's been working

by just looking at how many boulders have

been transported to the garden site. And of

course once we get out there I'm going to

attach an extra large dong bell, so we can hear

it even when we're somewhat far removed as

we play on Jason's tennis court. The extra large

wiener bell will let us hear from a good distance

if Licker's slacking. Isn't that right, Licker?

There's no slacking with that slave wiener bell

clanging away between your legs. Ding-dong,

ding-dong. Anyway, if I go and check on him

and feel he's been slacking, well, then the

appropriate action will be taken." Seeing the

curious look still on my face, Retcher

commanded, "Licker, tell Todd here what

happens if I catch you slacking." Licker turned

red with embarrassment as he answered, "Sir,

I get a spanking, sir." "What kind of spanking?"

"Sir, I have to take off my clothes and go over

your knee, sir." "And why don't you like to do

that, Licker?" "Sir, because it hurts, sir,

especially if you use the paddle, sir."

"Having an overseer", Retcher explained, "is

really a kindness to the slave.  An overseer insures

that a slave works up to speed, thus avoiding any need

for discipline."  As he said that he took out a leash

and attached it to Licker's slave collar. "Todd, I

assume you're parked here in the lot."  I answered

that I was, and then asked him if he knew the way to

Red Ray Beach from here.

"Yes, just follow me and Licker in the pickup truck

until we get to Highway 16.  Then turn right and

go straight for eight miles, and you'll find yourself

at Red Ray.  If that's where you really want to be."

I thanked him and we walked to the parking lot, with

him pulling Licker by the leash.  The master was

leading his slave.  Yes, Licker made a good slave.

And Retcher was a born master.  Man, would I love to

see Licker get disciplined by such a master, to see

his pride removed, the way a slave's pride should be

removed!  When we got to the lot I pointed out my

new Jeep to Retcher.  It turned out that it was parked

near his pickup truck.  "Great wheels!" he said.

I told him it was my dad's graduation present to me,

and he responded, "A Wrangler is a great vehicle for

graduate school.  It can hold a lot of babes!"   We both

laughed as if we were fast friends already.

Retcher's pickup had the tailgate

removed, and he instructed Licker to hop up on the

back of the truck and sit on the steel bench in the

middle, with his face toward the back. Then

Retcher hopped in and started chaining him down. 

I put my arms on the back of the truck and watched

slave Licker get chained by his owner.  First Retcher

got hold of the seated Licker's legs and spread them;

then he slapped the chains on and secured them

to bolts in the floor.  He did something similar

with the hands, chaining them to the

bench so that the closest they could get to the thighs

was ten inches away.  Licker could grasp the bench for

traction, but he couldn't move his limbs far in any

direction.

There was a 7 foot pole with a stiff flag attached, lying in

the back of the truck, and Retcher took it out and

stuck it into a flagpole holder in the floor.  It was tall and the

flag was large and it drew attention. The sign said,

‘SLAVES IN TRANSPORT TO WORK DETAIL’.   

Then, without pausing, Retcher

stooped down in front of Licker,

opened the zipper in the crotch of his fatigues,

pulled out Licker's half erect cock and balls,

made sure they were hanging fully out of his pants,

and started lightly jacking Licker.  The slave’s dick

erected immediately.  It was long and hard.

It must have been waiting for a long time

for something like this to happen.

"Licker, let's get your own little

flag pole sticking out and up, and flying proudly.

You've got a nice big purple dick knob, and I think

you shouldn't be selfish about it.  Remember one of your

slave mantras, 'always share’."

Retcher knew his slave well.  Exposing Licker's dick for

the passing cars could be the act of humiliation

that would finally push Licker into acceptance of

his lifetime status as a hard-labor slave.

Leaving Licker erect and sweating and chained in

the back of the truck, with the flag flying above as

advertising, Retcher hopped off the back and said to

me, "So, we'll see you again at the 4th of July

Celebration.  Have a great time at the beach, dude!"

"OK man!" I answered.  "Thanks a lot for the

invitation."

As Retcher was getting into the cab of his pickup

and starting his engine, I leaned in and looked at

Licker.  He was red with shame, and sweat was

pouring off his body and dripping onto the

steel bench and floor.  His prick was sticking up

like a lever, like a huge hard lever crying

out to be grabbed and pulled and made to do its

business.  But that business was now permanently

off-limits. It was pathetic to see any guy go through

what Licker was going through.  But maybe

it would help, I thought.  Maybe it would put

him on the road to acceptance of what he was

and would always have to be. I had to believe

that the slavers knew what was

best for him. "Take care, Licker", I said. "It was

nice seeing you.  You look good, man!"

Licker's head nodded up and down.  Then

he sort of gasped out, "Thanks for coming, Todd."

I waved to him cheerfully and went for my Jeep.  Retcher

was waiting for me to pull out behind him.  When I

did, and we finally started rolling down the driveway

out of the estate I could see a large sign on the back

of the truck.  It was hanging just below deck level:

‘HONK AND SAY HELLO TO THE HAPPY

BALDWIN/FLETCHER SLAVE(S) ON BOARD!

If Our Slave Fails to Acknowledge With a Wave

And Smile, PLEASE SIGNAL THE DRIVER!’

Retcher drove along slowly, because of the

chained slave on board, and another car caught

up with us and passed.  As it did, the

occupants, mainly teenagers, male and female,

stuck their heads out and shouted obscenities

at Licker, while the driver honked

his horn.  Licker did a big smile and waved at them.

His prick, still as hard as ever, waved at them too.

When they had passed, Licker looked at me to see how

I was reacting.  I doubt if he could see anything on

my face, but my straining erection was telling me what

a good time I was having.  My friend's total

humiliation flushed me with euphoria.   Suddenly, I

wanted to see Licker hauling boulders while I drank

and partied with his owner.  Suddenly Licker's dick,

so obscenely exposed, was catching my eye.  His large

bobbing penis head was like a beacon, drawing me on.

I wouldn't mind seeing that knob swinging and its

bell ringing as he trudged along carrying the boulders.

Maybe as his overseer for the day, I would even be

allowed some say in how he was dressed.

Hell, Retcher was right, I had the whole summer ahead

of me to hang out with my friends.  So

when we arrived at Highway 16 and stopped at the

light, Retcher signaled me and pointed out the

way I should turn.  But I signaled him by pointing

straight ahead.  Retcher smiled.  The light turned

green, he started driving straight ahead, and I

followed him.  Seeing me following, he shot

his left arm out the window and pumped his fist up and

down.  I tooted my horn in agreement, and Licker

smiled at me and waved.  I waved back at Licker.  This

was fun.  I tooted again.  Licker re-smiled and waved

again.  I waved back.  I could see Retcher smiling

broadly in the rear view mirror, as he gave me the

thumbs up signal.

Yes, it was already a beautiful day, and suddenly

it got a lot more beautiful.  My old friend was looking

real good to me, chained up on a bench in the back of a

slave delivery truck, with his legs spread out, the

way a slave's legs should be spread, and his

erected fat knobbed cock exposed, the way a slave's

cock should be exposed, a slave being transported

in real style to a real hard labor detail. 

So, I thought, I'm on my college break, free to

do nothing but swim, play ball, and party

for the next three months.  The least

I can do is spend a little time with Licker on this

beautiful summer day to help keep him in line, offer

constructive criticism, give him pointers on behavior,

keep him looking smart and quick stepping, point out

which boulders I would like to see him move,

test his urinal skills, and, if need be,

deliver any needed corrective.  And get to know my new

pal, Retcher, just a little bit better.

To be continued…

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