Christopher Enslaved

Part Seven

By Randall Austin

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Quick Stepping

Joshua then called out to Kevin Cornell, who was seated in

back of us, and asked him what he thought.  Kevin put down his book

and stood up from his seat, stretching out a bit as he did so, and

leaned into the seat ahead of him.  "He looks real good.  And I'm

glad to see he learns quickly.  If there was any more trouble from

him on the bus I was going to recommend fitting him with a choke

halter and screws, and then having him spend the night in alligator

braces."

"Good suggestion, Kevin.  But look at him going to town!  He

is already doing the service gait like he aims to please!"  A pained

look of shame accompanied by tears ran down Christopher's face as he

listened to their exchange.  Whether or not Christopher knew what

choke halters, screws, and alligator braces were, he at least knew

there were enough bad things with bad names that were done to slaves

and that it would be best to avoid them.  As he continued to do his

slave walk up and down the aisle of the bus, he did so with renewed

vigor, despite the tears.

Kevin kept his eye on the marching Christopher for some

time, and then called out, "Step bright and lively, boy.  Let's see

a smile now.  Atta boy!"  After a bit. "In an ideal service gait the

feet are kept apart 13 inches.  Let's see you try that.  Get em apart

a little wider.  OK.  A little wider still.  Atta boy!  Now you're

learning!  OK, chest out a little more, belly in, and groin thrust

out a bit.  And keep standing tall.  But don't upset the smoothness

of your gait.  Keep the legs pistoning at a constant even pace. 

That's better.  Keep it bright.  Keep it lively.  Come on, give me a

bigger smile.  Atta boy!"

The very thought of someone like Kevin, younger and doubtless

half as smart or gifted as Christopher, having such control over my

friend bothered me at the same time as it firmed my dick.

Kevin offered an appraisal. "He's going to be a real 'quick

stepper’, and that kind of product is always a producer for its

owners."  Dexter and Beamer had turned around and had been watching

the proceedings from the front of the bus. Dexter asked Kevin what

a ‘quick stepper’ was.

Kevin answered, as Christopher walked back and forth past

them.  "Well, imagine if your dad instructed you to pick up that

scrap of paper from the aisle.  You might or might not pick it up,

depending on your mood.  But before this evening is over, if I were

to ask Licker to pick that paper up, he would not only pick it up but

he would scramble as fast as he could to pick it up.  That's the

difference between you and a slave.  We're going to be turning Licker

into what we call a 'quick stepping' slave, one that's eager to

please.  He's going to be like a little puppy dog, looking up at his

master or overseer to make sure they're happy."

"Cool" came from both Dexter and Beamer.

Hearing a kid younger than I am talk about Christopher as

though he was merchandise to be used was terribly embarrassing to me,

and humiliating to Christopher.  It was even more so when Kevin gave

his next command. "Licker, you see that scrap of paper in the

aisle at the front of the bus?"  Christopher replied, "Yes

sir."  "Well, pick it up and bring it back here and hand it to Todd."

Christopher made his way to the front of the bus, picked up

the scrap of paper, service gaited back to my seat, and handed it to

me.  I took it, and Kevin continued his assessment.  "Not bad.  But

not quite right either, not for a lifer hard labor product. 

Licker, we're going to have you try that again."  With that

Kevin took the paper from my hand, crumpled it up, and threw it to

the front of the bus, like a man tossing something for a dog to fetch.

"All right, dude!" Celebrated Dexter.

"Licker; Joshua, Todd, and I want you to go pick that piece

of paper up again, only this time when I give the command you are to

service gait as quickly as possible, keeping your elbows forward,

your chest proudly out, and your head held high. And we want to see

you do that as though your only goal in the world were to pick up

that piece of paper with as much speed and energy as possible,

because you wanted to please us.  You do want to please us.  You want

to make us happy.  And we will be happy if we can see that you are

happy yourself and truly eager to please us.  When I give the

command, we all want to see you scrambling to pick up the paper and

return it to us.  We want to see a bright, eager to please, quick

stepping, and smiling slave."

"But before you go pick that piece of paper up, let me show

you something."  Kevin took an object from his kit on the floor.  The

object looked like a little hand-held enema, only it had a very long,

thin nozzle on it, and one inch down from the tip was a concave

flange about an inch and a quarter in diameter.  "See this device?   

We call it the 'energizer’.  This low-tech little tool gets high-tech

performance out of any slave I have to use it on.  It's sort of an

enema for the penis.  It flushes laziness out of a slave's piss

slit.  Licker, if you bring that paper scrap back here, and Joshua or

Todd or I think that you didn't do it with enough enthusiasm and a

nice enough smile, then I am going to have to place the flange of

this device over your penis knob, and it will guide the nozzle nicely

into your piss slit.  I will then squeeze the bulb, and voila!  Your

slit will be rinsed out with pure alcohol.  And let me tell you,

once I squeeze that plunger you will have no choice but to move.  You

will be tearing up and down these aisles like Superman.  You will

have no choice but to move with the greatest of speed.  And without a

rinsing, you will be in pure agony for at least half an hour."

"Licker, you have a choice.  Either pick up that piece of

paper like a proud slave, or else I'm going to have to 'energize'

you.  OK boy, go pick that scrap of paper up and get it back to Todd

as fast as you can.  Go to it, boy!"

With that Christopher tore into his task.  The sawing motion

of his legs as he tried to speed up the service gait was comical,

especially as it really got his cock swinging, his bell clanging, and

his plumes swaying.  He snatched the paper up in an instant, and as

he turned around to return it to us I noticed that indeed his head

was held high, he had a smile on his face that was only slightly

defiant, and his chest was proudly out.  He stopped in front of us

and handed me the paper.

Joshua and Kevin both complimented Licker with genuine

pleasure. "Good boy!" "Nice work, Licker!"  And Christopher actually

seemed pleased.  I felt that I should help support him, so I

said, "That was great! Really good work."  And Dexter joined in

too. "The family slave is doing dad and me proud!", though his

remarks were ignored by all of us, except Christopher, who bowed his

head as he heard Dexter's voice.

As young Kevin rubbed his chin, acting like some well

seasoned veteran of slave dealing, he looked Christopher up and down

appraisingly.  "Yes, I like it.  I really like it.  I suspect once we

actually get him out and field-test him, he'll need some tweaking. 

He'll probably need some endurance motivating, perhaps a few sessions

with the 'ambassador’.  Maybe I'll need to emplace a couple of spurs

on his inner thighs for a few days.  Or maybe just a day or two in

the 'field corset' is all he'll need.  It's hard to say.  But I

definitely like this product.  It's precisely the kind of product

Baldwin expects when paying top dollar."

"What is most amazing is that Licker has only been off the

hook for a couple of hours, and we've only had to apply minimal

corrective."  Then turning to Christopher, Kevin continued, "So as

you can see, Licker, it is quite easy to avoid punishment.  Take the

slaves in back, for instance.  I don't think any one of them has had

a serious punishment in years.  Maybe one or two have had a face

slapping for back talk, and Possum had to get his crotch fitted with

the 'groin tickler' for a few hours a couple of months ago (laughter

from the slaves in back) for wetting his pants, but nothing serious."

"I have, of course, many options out at Baldwin/Fletcher for

motivating product such as Licker.  But my preferred method is

through this department."  As Kevin said that, he grabbed

Christopher's sex unit with his left hand, deftly separating the cock

from the balls, all the while hefting Christopher's equipment like he

was some dumb farm animal as he continued with his explanation. 

Christopher could only stand there and let young Kevin treat him and

talk about him like he was a prize steer on display at the county

fair.  "Dealing with a slave through this department I find the most

direct way to 'talk' to him.  It's a language they all understand. 

And because I keep most of the young field bucks like Licker slave-

naked, this department is always easily available."

"Most drudges at Baldwin/Fletcher, in fact, think of this

part of their bodies as their master's service and control center. 

In fact, you will notice out at the farms that when an overseer is

around a slave, the bucks that have the least to fear, who know they

have been on good behavior, will proudly thrust their hips even more

forward in salute than required as an overseer passes.  It's sort of

the slave saying, 'I know I am pleasing you, master, and have nothing

to fear’."

"The other good thing about my preferred methods of

chastisement is that because of our enforced chastity policy out at

Baldwin/Fletcher; because a chaste slave is a purposeful slave and any

slave in need of corrective measures is easily erectable.  An erect

penis is a lot easier to work with, providing a greater workable

surface.  Getting any of the various punishment devices delivered or

emplaced is relatively simple.  So a young oiled buck like Licker,

when slave-naked and field-ready, can be easily and fully controlled

by me."

"I mainly stay with my preferred methods because I deal with

so much product out at Baldwin/Fletcher that I just don't have the

time to use a lot of the other, more traditional methods.  But simple

devices such as the 'energizer' and the 'excruciator' really save me

a lot of time and make my work out at the farm a lot easier.  And I

think the slaves really appreciate my no nonsense approach."

He then let go of Christopher's unit, but he continued to

fill us in on policy matters. "For less serious offenses there are

other methods, of course, although I hate having to chain a slave to

the 'hamster wheel' in the evening during what should be his time of

rest and relaxation.  But an orderly estate demands such things as

slaves keeping their sleeping areas spotless, keeping their slave

diaries and punishment books up to date, maintaining cheerful

dispositions, thrusting their pelvises out in a proper salute every

time an overseer gets within eight feet of them, keeping their bodies

well polished and oiled,  keeping their nipples properly rouged for

all display events, and making sure that solid erections are

maintained during the 'Changing of the Slave Team Ceremony' out in

the fields, especially since it's a major tourist attraction and such

an important part of the Baldwin/Fletcher image."

Then, addressing everyone, Kevin continued, "It's Joshua's

and my job to help make sure that Licker doesn't earn the

nickname 'Spank Boy' around the compound.  It's our job to ensure,

really, that he avoids punishment through good behavior.  As you can

already see, he's well on his way toward being a 'quick stepper’. 

Well, I hope I answered any questions you may have been thinking of,

boys."

"Yes sir.  Thank you, sir," Dexter and Beamer replied.

Kevin commanded Licker to get back to practicing his service

gait, took out his book, and sat back down to read, but Dexter and

Beamer immediately came to ask for a closer look at the ‘energizer’. 

Kevin showed it to them, and they examined it wide-eyed.  He told

them that the same thing was called an 'excruciator' when it was

filled with bleach, and was used on slaves who couldn't take

whippings.  Both boys winced and grabbed their crotches; then they

went to their seats at the front of the bus and were a little quieter

from that point on, at least until a few moments later, when Joshua

called out, "Tits, I have to take a piss."

Tits, a slave dressed in brown shorts and sandals only, and

displaying a fine developed chest with dark large nipples, came up to

Joshua's seat and knelt down, gathered his hands behind his back,

tilted his head way back, looking almost straight up, and opened his

mouth very wide.  Joshua got up and unzipped his slacks.  He stood in

front of Tits, took his cock out, and dropped it into Tits' open

mouth.  Tits' lips sealed around Joshua's dick, and after a moment

Joshua let it rip. Tits was skilled; I could hear a steady

swallowing as Joshua peed.

I was stunned and so was Christopher, who stopped his

service gait to watch. Dexter and Beamer stood up at their seats in

front and turned around to watch, open mouthed.  We all stared at

Joshua as he peed into the slave's mouth in front of us.  Joshua

noticed our curiosity, but it didn't seem to embarrass him. He simply

explained in a casual voice as he continued to pee into Tits'

mouth, "When slaves are away from Baldwin/Fletcher, whether on

errands or in transport, they serve as urinals for each other and

their overseers.  Fresh piss is not only sterile, it is healthy.  We

call it 'slave mouthwash’."

Joshua had finished peeing, and Tits did a noisy sucking of

Joshua's prick to get the last piss out of the slit.  Joshua then

nodded 'OK’, Tits opened his mouth, and Joshua took his cock and

stuffed it back into his pants.  He sat back down, and Tits went

happily back to his fellow slaves.

Kevin saw that Christopher was transfixed by this spectacle,

so he called out, "Licker, I need to take a piss too.  Come back here

and kneel down.  I'll show you how we do this."  Dexter and Beamer

couldn't believe how good the show was getting; their eyes widened

even more.

Christopher looked like he would cry at any second as he made

his way to Kevin and knelt in the aisle beside him.  Kevin got up and

instructed him. "OK, hands in back.  Now look straight up at me. 

Atta boy!  Open your mouth, nice and wide. Wider. Come on, wider

than that!"  Christopher looked absolutely terrified as Kevin

unzipped his slacks and reached his hands inside.  He pulled out a

large, sweaty looking, uncut cock.  It wasn't completely flaccid, but

neither was it even half erect.  He lowered the tip into

Christopher's mouth and told him to gently seal it with his lips. 

Christopher did so, starting to cry a little.  Kevin joked, "Hey,

there's nothing to cry about when you're taking this thing in your

mouth.  Just ask Rooster."  Laughter erupted from the slaves in back,

which did nothing to ease the devastated Christopher.

"OK, I'm just going to let out a few spurts so you can get

the feel of it.  We don't want to soil the bus here, so take it all

and make sure you keep it in your mouth and swallow."  Christopher

backed his head away, and Kevin's cock came out of his mouth.  Kevin

picked up a tawse from his seat, gently put it to Christopher's back,

and with it guided him back to an upright kneeling position.  Keeping

the tawse on Christopher's back, he instructed, "Let's try it again. 

Look up at me now.  Good boy.  Now I want you to look right at the

eye of my cock.  Come on, look right into my piss slit.  See, it's

not going to bite you.  Now smile at it.  I want to see a big smile. 

I want to see a happy urinal boy sucking my juice.  I want you

looking real pretty and inviting.  Give me a big smile now.  There

you go!  That wasn't so hard, was it?  Now smile as you look at my

dick staring at you."  Kevin had his hands on his pecker and was

making swirling motions with it above Christopher's face. Christopher's

eyes dutifully followed the piss slit.

Kevin continued the lesson. "One of the mantras in your slave

mantra book is, 'It is a joy to drink the urine of my betters’.  And

that's what I am, your better.  Now open your pretty mouth nice and

wide." Christopher opened, and Kevin stuck his dick back into

it.  "Now seal it.  Good boy.  Feels good, too.  Now I'm just going

to let out a few spurts.  Ok, take it!"  I could see that Kevin was

discharging piss in spurts, as he watched Christopher gag slightly.

But Christopher managed to swallow the first dose.  "Good boy.  I'm

going to send you a little more now, so let's see how you do."  Kevin

peed what looked like a good load, and Christopher was wolfing it

down, doing fast gulping swallows, as his eyes stayed wide open,

looking into the face of his pisser.  Kevin let him swallow

completely what he had before sending more down his throat.  Kevin

seemed to be a benign pisser.  As Christopher swallowed the last of

his piss it seemed that he and Kevin had made very intense eye

contact, which was not broken when Dexter shouted, "Yeah, take it

all, bro!"

"OK, Licker, now I want you to suck it dry."  Christopher

made a few quiet sucks on Kevin's dick, but it obviously wasn't the

correct method. "Licker, when you suck I want to hear a real heavy

sucking slurping sound.  Now try it.  Good start. Make it noisy, now,

so everyone can hear you sucking." Christopher made obscene sucking

slurping sounds as Kevin's tawse rested on his back.  "Good.  Now

make it even louder, so Dexter and Beamer can you hear you sucking

out my juice, way at the front of the bus." Christopher's sucking

grew even louder and slurpier. Dexter shouted out, "We can hear it,

dude!"

Kevin complimented Christopher on his suck action. "Good

work!  Real good work, boy! And feels real good, too. Arnold and

Retcher are going to like that!" Then he pulled out his dick, which

had hardened to half mast, gave Christopher a tissue, and ordered

him to wipe it dry. Christopher did so, and when he was finished

Kevin stuffed his rod back into his pants. Kevin seemed completely

unconcerned that using the urinal had made him hard.  He sat back

down and said to Licker, "That little snack you just had should put

a little finesse into your service gait, so get back to it boy, and

let's see if we can notice an improvement."  Kevin sat back down with

his book, and as Christopher got up, our eyes made contact.  We both

knew then that he was truly a slave, and would be doing such slave

things for the rest of his life.  When our eye contact broke, Christopher

resumed his service gait up and down the aisle of the bus.

A New Slave and A New Slaver

For the most part, the other slaves seated in the back of the

bus weren't paying very much attention to the proceedings, but were

absorbed with their own reading or quiet chatting.

As Christopher continued to practice his service gait, one

step at a time, the sound of his bell ringing and his trinkets

tinkling was interspersed only with his sniffles.

The bus rolled on through the countryside, and after about 10

minutes Joshua called out, "Licker, you have the service gait down

very nicely.  I'm proud of you.  I know the boys will enjoy it.  So

why don't you come and sit next to your friend for the rest of the

trip."

So Licker came and sat next to me, and at first he didn't

seem to be any happier doing that than practicing his service gait. 

I didn't want to get slave oil on my clothes, but I also didn't want

to pull away like I was afraid him, so I sat still.  It was awkward. 

I didn't know what to say, and he apparently didn't either, or else

he had nothing he wanted to say to me.  So we sat in silence for a

long while.  I could look sideways and see his lap, and his shaved

and oiled pubes, and his belled dick that lay on the seat between his

legs.  I could see his slave piss slit, which if the stories were

true, would be used only for emitting piss from now on.  Just a few

weeks ago we had shared jack off stories, and Christopher had emailed

me his top ten jerk off sites on the internet.  There would be no

internet sex sites for Christopher out at Baldwin/Fletcher.

It was hard to believe that this parade-ready beast of burden

sitting next to me just last week was asking how to fend off the

advances of some girl he had met at a bar and had had an affair with

behind the back of his girlfriend, Katherine.

When I heard him sniffle again, I realized that whatever

strange things were happening to me regarding this slave thing, he

was my beloved friend, and finally I spoke.  "Christopher……"

Joshua heard that from across the aisle, and spoke to me. "Pardon me,

Todd, but his name is Licker."

"Licker", I said, "I have not been helpful.  I was awful. I am, maybe, a coward."

"No, you aren't, Todd", he said through the tears.

That brought peace to my heart.  It brought quiet to my

churning insides to hear Licker say that he did not think I was a

monster.  Then I started, "Licker, I am so sorry for what has…" 

but in mid sentence I broke down.  In a rush I embraced my friend,

and started to cry as I had never cried before in my life.  I didn't

care that I got oil on my clothes, that I was crying like a baby, or

that I was feeling so warm towards my friend that I almost wanted to

fondle his slave dick.

We remained embraced for a long time, and for most of that

time we both were crying.  After a while, still embracing, I told him

of my concern, speaking quietly in his ear.  "Licker, I don't want to

see them hurting you anymore.  It hurts me very much to see them do

that shit to you.  Dude, will you promise me you're going to do what

they say, and behave?  Please!  I care about you, man." Licker could

only sniffle like a schoolboy and nod his head up and down.  "Just

start behaving and do whatever they tell you, whatever they want. 

When I come back to visit you I want to see you as content and

carefree as those slaves in the back of the bus.  OK?  Will you

promise me you're going to be good and do what you're told?"  Licker

shook his head up and down some more, still sniffling.  "Just do

whatever they say.  Just follow Joshua and Kevin's orders.  They seem

like two real nice guys.  They know what's best for you.  Do whatever

they tell you.  If they want your bed area clean, make sure it is. 

That doesn't sound too difficult.  Keep a cheerful disposition for

your masters, and learn that pelvis salute.  Keep your nipples rouged

or whatever just the way they want you to.  You've got to start

obeying your masters for your own good, Licker.  Will you do that for

me?"  Licker nodded and sniffled some more.

It felt good holding him.  He felt like a naughty wayward

brother who was now promising to obey.  But as I remained locked in an

embrace with the naked Licker, his plumes bobbing above us, his ear

ring chimes against my cheek, the odor of antiseptic still on him

from the processing center, his tit bells occasionally jingling, his

dick subtly changing size, shape and position, a feeling I had felt

on and off throughout this strange day was coming back to me, only

this time stronger than ever before.  Fearfully strong.  It was a

feeling that I wanted to slap him, to reinforce what I had just

whispered in his ear, to make sure that he had truly learned to obey.

He was, after all, a slave and needed punishment, and I

wanted to do it.  I wanted to slap the face of my friend, whom I

truly loved and cared for, slap it hard and make him cry.  I wanted

to order him around.  I wanted to humiliate him.  I looked down his

back from our embrace and saw the curve of his ass.  I wanted to

spank his slave ass.  I wanted to push him around.  I wanted to make

him do my work while I sat back and drank iced tea.  I wanted to put

him to some demeaning task.  I wanted to punish him for his own

good.  My dick was hard as a rock as I comforted Licker with my

embrace.  My naked, ringed and harnessed, parade ready, slave oiled,

drudge friend had just promised me he was going to obey, but you

can't believe a slave.  They need bossing around full time, and I

wanted to do it!

My thoughts continued, so new to me, and yet so wild.  I

wanted him to know that I could go out at will and pick up chicks,

bring them home, and fuck them, and he could not.  And he never would

be able to do that ever again.  I wanted to rub it in, that I was

free, and he was not.  For the rest of his life, he had to do

whatever he was told to do.  And while he was slaving away Saturday

mornings in the field, I would be checking out his favorite internet

porn sites.  For him there would be no juicing off.  No more rocking

himself off.  Slave boys at Baldwin/Fletcher don't get to do that

kind of shit.  My dick will be giving me lots of pleasure; your dick

is now nothing but an attachment for your bell to alert your

overseers if you are working hard enough.

My friend, whom I loved, was a shaved and oiled, cockatiel

plumed, trinket adorned, harnessed, sniffling slave.  He would find

his pleasure from now on not in academics and the flesh, but in

proudly displaying a glistening body, a thrust-out chest, and a head

held high, for the pleasure of his owners.

And if Kevin was correct, he was going to be a real ‘quick

stepper’ in no time.  Yes, Licker, make sure you keep your masters

happy.  Smile, let them see your cock swinging happily in the fields,

and keep your baby sniffling to yourself at night in your slave

quarters.  You don't want to displease your masters, do you?

Get up early and decorate your harness real nice for your

masters and all the tourists who will come by to watch you toil. 

Practice that service gait when you have free time.  You need to make

Joshua and Kevin and the Baldwin boys happy.  And never mind that

Kevin is even younger than you are, and able to boss you around with

total control.  Remember, you have to do what you're told to do from

now on, like a school boy forever.  You are a slave now.

Finally, we broke from our embrace and sat back in our seats,

and he took my hand just as I was reaching for his.  As we sat

quietly, holding hands, watching the fields roll by, I thought of

all the discussions Licker and I had had about slavery.  How we used

to wonder how it ever happened that slavery returned.  As I sat there

holding the hand of my beloved slave friend, whom I wanted to slap, I

finally realized how it had been possible.  I realized this as my

erection, safely hidden from view in my trousers and by my free arm

in my lap, pulsed with a life of its own.  Pulsed like an asp wanting

to jump up and bite Licker by surprise.

And if earlier throughout the day I had been both repelled

and mystified by my own fascination with the world of slavery, my

repulsion was overcome when I noticed Dexter and Beamer at the front

of the bus yapping away like two beer guzzling red necks at a

football game.  It was now clear to me why I had to pursue my budding

interest in slavery.

It was justice itself calling me to pursue it, calling me to

go and do volunteer spankings on young adult night at the slave

processing center.  It was justice calling out that the likes of

Dexter and Beamer, sadists and misfits, who were attracted to slavery

for evil reasons, should be balanced out with the likes of me, sober

and fair, who would pursue slavery out of love.  The unspoken voice

of the slaves was calling for beneficent masters whose first regard

was truly the welfare of the slaves.  I may want to whip a slave like

Licker, but if I were to do so, it would be out of love.  The slaves

needed me.  On that day I vowed that I would be there for them.  I

would become a slaver, so that the ranks of slavers might be

infiltrated with ones such as me, men who saw slaves through the eyes

of holy love, and cared with rare ferocity that justice and fairness

find a voice in the encampments of slaves.

I vowed, also, that day, that when I obtained my first whip I

would carry it proudly, for it would be a whip that lashed out love,

and any slave who felt it would know for certain that he was cared

for, that he was loved, and that all was well with the world.

To be continued…

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