My Brother Tony, the Penury Slave

Part Four

By Randall Austin

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It was a good thing there were so many things going on

at the auction, so many people and things to be

distracted by, or else I think my brothers and I would

have been overcome on the auction grounds by Tony’s

plight.

By the time the third boy was being branded, almost

the entire crowd so far present at the auction grounds

had gathered as near to the branding station as they

could get to watch the process.  I now understood why

so many people had come to the auction as much as 5

hours before the bidding began.  It was to watch the

slaves get processed, and especially to watch the main

event; in their eyes; the branding of the

longer-term slaves.  No one, apparently, wanted to

miss it.  I had naively believed, until now, that most

of the people at the auction grounds so early were

there like Gabriel, Richard, and I. There because they

had a family member up for sale.  How wrong I was!

The fourth kid being rolled over towards the branding

station was one of eight slaves penis tagged as a

‘blue’, like Tony, meaning he was top rated stock.  He

was muscular, very well filled out, and he started

creating a scene as soon as the auction worker began

to trolley him over to the branding station.  He was

bucking and shouting, “Let me go, you fucking

assholes!”  The auction boy told him to shut up.  The

slave just kept bucking wildly, probably hoping the

entire rigging system would collapse.  The auction boy

grabbed the slave’s cock and balls with his left hand,

grabbed a paddle with his right hand, and started

swinging the paddle furiously into the slave’s

buttocks.  With the slave’s bucking held in check by

the auction boy’s tight squeeze of his balls, the

auction boy kept paddling away at the slave’s ass with

a tight lipped, determined, look on his face.  The

audience started clapping at the auction boy’s resolve

in dealing with a noisy slave.  The slave was howling

and bawling like a baby.  After about 15 strokes the

auction boy asked the slave if he was going to behave,

and the slave hollered out a broken “yes”.

The audience loved seeing a fearful slave, and they

let him know it. “You’re getting what you deserve,

scum!”  “Brand him extra deep for that outburst!”

“You’re getting branded whether you like it or not,

Mr. Big Shot!”  Raucous laughter followed each

comment.  “I think he should be branded both front and

back.”  “Brand him on his pretty forehead!”  “Looks

like you spent a lot of time in the gym working on

your muscles slave boy!  They’re finally going to be

put to some use!”

Several of the slaves hanging were crying from the

tense atmosphere.  When the branding iron finally hit

the rebellious slave’s bubbly buttock and he screamed

out his pain, most of the audience erupted into

applause.  Gabriel looked at Richard and said, “Fuck

man.  Make sure you stay out of debt!  I don’t ever

want to see this happen to you.” 

There on the Tillman county slave auction stage hung

73 newly enslaved naked poor boys, strung up by their

ankles.  73 boy slaves being gawked at by hundreds of

folks milling around drinking iced drinks and having a

good time.  73 boys finding out at last how real

slaves are treated; who can no longer go crying to mom

or dad for help, protection, and more cash; who are

finally going to be taught some hard lessons, at last,

in the meaning of good, honest, hard work.

For men and women the sight of 73 slave cocks hanging

between 146 dangling boy balls fuels intense desires.

All freemen feel a surge of power in the presence of

naked slaves.  Men and women feel this power over

slaves in different ways.  Men feel it in a rush of

blood to the loins, sending a warm feeling of power, a

glow that inspires a healthy male to want to take

control.  And women, who watch so quietly, and seem so

innocent, get deeply aroused.  Their desires fuel

lusts far more complex than the male’s.  It is women,

not men, who come to the county auctions purely for

sexual reasons.  Men come for reasons of power,

status, control, finance, and sex.  Women come purely

for sex; penis-obsessed women.  Penis is their sole

desire.  And the boys strung up naked can feel it as

no free man can ever experience it.  They feel it in a

blush that wipes out their former security, defeats

any resisting ego, and renders them totally abject.

Crying like babies, their tears falling to the auction

floor, these new slaves are completely helpless,

totally lonely, and will never escape the fact, even

if they are ever freed, that a part of their maleness,

their pride, has been taken away.

73 shaved boy pussies, 146 dangling slave boy berries,

all looking rather alike when you see them upside

down. 73 poor boy dangling cocks, now turned into very

unfree cocks, uncertain of their future pleasure

levels. 

But one of those dangling work boy cocks belonged to my

brother Tony, and I was having very conflicted

feelings.  I loved my brother, but I was also

embarrassed at having my own brother be so debased, to

be so stupid as to end up in such a situation.  It

reflected on me, and my brothers.

A former classmate, Jerome, spotted me, came up to me,

and offered me his sympathy at our family situation.

As he was leaving, he asked me, “You’re not in any of

the same kind of financial trouble like your brother

got into, are you?  I’d hate to see you end up on that

stage like Tony.”  I was both angered and humiliated

at his remarks.  Asking me, in a sense, if I was as

stupid as Tony; not that Tony is stupid.

My brother Gabriel pointed out Shecky Bloom in the

crowd, well known as one of the meanest slavers

around, looking as grim as his reputation.  His

specialty was buying up short-term slaves and then

using every legal loophole to obtain extensions of

their enslavement terms.

Little Leroy Prosser picked up a stone and threw it at

a tall, skinny, hanging, black haired, slave.  The

stone hit the slave on his leg.  Leroy’s dad, seeing

that, walked up to Leroy and slapped him on the side

of the head.  “You little fucking skunk.  You damage

one of those things it would cost me a fortune.  The

only way I could pay for it would be to sell you.”  He

continued to give Leroy about six more slaps to his

face and ass.  Leroy howled.  I thought, “If this is

how folks out here treat their six year old sons, I’d

hate to think how they treat their slaves.”

An auction official walked to the dais at the front of

the stage, took a microphone, and addressed the

audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

welcome to the Tillman County Penury Auction.  Always

a fun, family, event.  We still have about two hours

to go before the auction begins.  As you can see we

have the penuries strung up and we are well on the way

towards completing their processing.  It’s a good

looking crop, and right now we are sort of letting

them ‘cure’, if you will.  Sort of ‘basting’ them,

keeping them hanging so they are nice and flushed and

healthy for you when you take them home with you.  And

I hope you enjoyed the branding as much as I did.”

The crowd showed its gratitude and appreciation of the

spectacle by breaking out into applause.  The official

waited until the applause stopped before continuing.

“For now, I just wanted you to know that the gift shop

is now open, and I simply would like to alert you to

some of the newest items we have in stock.  First off,

you will want to check out Milstein’s ‘Slave Control’,

now available on CD-ROM and Blu-Ray. The classic text

comes with many interactive features, including video

clips of the correct methods of tawsing and whipping slaves.

This work tells you how to talk to your slaves, how to

dress them, how to punish them, how to reward them.

The newest addition of this classic text features an

update for the 21st Century on the latest punishment

methods.  It also comes with a video for your slaves

to watch.  It lets them know some of the new things

that are out there to keep them in line.  You will

find it a valuable resource whether you have one slave

or a hundred.  It is a work that has become a classic

because it tells you, in short, how to get the most

bang for the buck out of your slaves.”

“One of the newest items in stock, and fast becoming

one of our most popular, is the ‘Jumping Suit’ from

‘Behave Slave!’ products.  The jumping suit is the

modern version of the hair shirt.  Ideal for those

times when you want a slave to just start thinking and

focusing on the things he should be focusing on, and

not lazing around.  It is a punishment jump suit made

of heavy, treated, burlap lined with plastic-fibers.

Once the naked slave is made to get into the jumping

suit it is buckled tightly, zippered up, and the

strong metal zipper is padlocked into place.  It is

the itchiest and most uncomfortable thing you can

imagine.  There is no escaping the discomfort the

plastic bristles cause.  And that is why this burlap

jump suit is called the jumping suit.  Your slave will

go crazy trying to escape the itching fibers, and if

you’re like most folks, you will find it quite comical

as your slave hops around like mad trying to find

relief.  Lock your slaves in the jumping suit for a

while and I guarantee that you will have one

well-behaving slave on your hands.  The jumping suit

is also recommended for parents to use on an out of

control child.  One who doesn’t keep his curfew.

Locking your child into the jumping suit for an

afternoon may be just the ticket he or she needs to

see what it feels like to be a slave, and prevent them

from ending up on this stage hanging by their ankles

along side these fellows.” 

As he indicated with his finger the hanging slaves, he

looked back at them and shouted, “How does it feel boys,

hanging up there?” There was no answer. 

“Well, darn!  I guess they can’t find words to describe it. 

Anyway, you can find the jumping suit on sale in the gift shop. 

One size fits all.  Just make your slave get in it, naked of course,

tighten all the straps, padlock the zipper, and

watch your slave hop around like mad, while he gets

educated in proper behavior at the same time.”

“Also in the gift shop, needless to say, you will find

the latest in whips and tawses from Empire Slave

Wares, one of the most trusted names in slave control

devices.”

“Finally, I want to make you aware of a very special

offer we have going.  Penury slaves in Tillman County

are sold raw.  That means they have had no formal

training in servitude or slave protocol.  Buyers are

solely responsible for all slave training.  Along with

each slave you purchase comes a full psychological

profile giving you suggestions as to the most

effective handling techniques to use on your purchase.

We also provide photocopies from Milstein’s ‘Slave

Control’ on the relevant sections pertaining to the

handling of the newly enslaved.  As you may know,

Milstein’s reference is considered authoritative, and

is the standard reference on slave handling.  If a

training course for your slave is something that is

out of the question for you financially, Milstein

recommends a 30 to 40-lash bullwhipping in lieu of

formal training for the newly enslaved.  Now a lot of

you not only do not own a bullwhip or a whipping

frame, but even if you did you wouldn’t know how to

use them.  Don’t you worry.  For a fee of $100 per

session we will have a county whip master come out to

your place, along with a portable frame, and

indoctrinate your slave.  For any purchases made here

today, you will receive a coupon for a free

bullwhipping for each one purchased.  Buy one bull

whipping session, get one free!  It’s a very good

deal.”  The audience “oohed” and “aahed” at the

generous offer.

“I would like to emphasize that it has been shown that

a foundational bullwhipping offers the newly enslaved

the clearest and most direct orientation into his new

status.  Because it is the swiftest means to that end,

it is therefore considered the most humane of the

various adjustment procedures.  No other method offers

such clear insight for the slave so quickly or

decisively, or more efficiently tames a wild and

rebellious attitude.  Do your new slave a kindness and

sign up for this special offer.  The foundational

bullwhipping offers guidance with an exclamation

point!”

“So ladies and gentlemen, please check out the gift

shop.  And, as you can see, the food and beverage

stands are up and running.  I’ll be back with you when

the auction begins, in less than two hours.  Thank

you.”

Several auction workers and officials were up on the

stage now, walking among the hanging slaves, making

notes on clipboards, spinning the slaves around to

check them from all angles, grabbing noses and ears,

opening mouths and feeling inside, pulling on balls

and cocks.  Almost all of the slaves would get jacked

so the officials could see what their erections looked

like.  When they did it to Tony I couldn’t believe

that that was my brother up there, hanging naked and

getting jacked as officials speculated on how much

money he would be likely to bring in.

A lot of men in the crowd brought their young

daughters along.  Everyone knows that young girls are

supposed to make very good caretakers of male slaves.

Personally, I think that is discrimination against

males.  I'll bet you any young male would be just as

happy to look after female slaves, and ‘take care’ of

them.  But such is the politically correct hypocrisy

in this country. 

My brothers and I watched Chester Judkins and his sons

Gator, Spade, and Cooter arrive, all big mean looking

guys. They owned the quarry out in Comanche County.

They looked like they intended to do some buying.

Among the four of them they were loaded down with

chains, whips, tawses, paddles, halters, harnesses,

gags, and squealers.  Squealers are pinchers custom

designed to be locked on to various parts of a slave's

body.  They seemed like a cruel idea and I never knew

people actually used them on their slaves.  Dangling

from Gator’s belt I saw an assortment: penis, ear,

nose, tit, lip, and finger squealers, as well as the

general purpose ‘flab’ squealer, with serrated edges

which could be snapped onto any folds of flesh on the

body.  It was creepy.

The majority of the auction workers on stage had now

started oiling down the slaves.  Every part of the

slave was oiled.  The workers started at the feet and

oiled their way down, including the face.  After the

slaves were oiled, several female auction workers with

makeup kits were going to each slave and painting

various body parts.  They colored the slaves’ cheeks,

nipples, and lips with a rosy red blush color.  They

then took an obscenely dark shade of red, and painted

the slaves’ cock heads.  They pulled back the foreskin

and painted the entire dick knob. The painted dick

knobs of the 73 hanging slaves looked very prominent,

even from a distance.

A young man who was standing next to me asked his

friend why they were painting the slaves up like

‘cheap whores’, and his friend answered that painting

slaves up, using make up, and tarting them out, was

the style on the East Coast.  He added, “Believe me,

these auction people are experts, they know what

presentations sell and which ones don’t.”

Rhett Halster and his girlfriend, Cindy, had taken a

front row seat along side of us.  At one point Rhett

got Cindy to open up her blouse and expose her titties

to the boys hanging above the stage, to see how many

of them she could get hard.  Sheriff Johnson saw this

and came over to them and told them that Cindy had to

put her titties back in her blouse or else leave the

auction.  He explained, “This is a family event.”

After the slaves got made up and painted, the auction

workers unlocked their wrists from the belt about

their waist, so their hands hung down free, again.

When all the boys’ cheeks and cock knobs were rosy

red, an auction worker informed the slaves that they

were now going to be let down and gave them

instructions on what to do. The rigging slowly started

lowering all of the slaves at once, and as they

touched the floor they were instructed on how to

support themselves with their arms.  Once they were

all lowered, they were instructed to remain seated on

the floor for awhile, as the female makeup artists

went among them putting on the finishing touches. 

Some boys, like Tony, had lines drawn at the ends of

their eyes to give them Egyptian eyes, some, like

Tony, had their eyelashes teased, and those slaves who

still had hair, again like Tony, had their hair oiled

and combed back.

It was now noon, the parking lot was full, and the

entire grounds were crowded with spectators.  The

slaves were instructed to stand up and at attention

with their hands at their sides.  The crowd was

excited to finally see the wares all polished, made to

stand straight and tall, right side up, and obeying

the commands of the auction boys.   

The head auctioneer stepped up to the stage podium,

introduced himself, and in no time at all the bidding

was underway.  The auction boys brought forward a fair

looking boy with a limp, and acne.  His penis tag was

red colored.

“Our first item up is a real bargain.  This is

Phillip, 25 years old.  Because of a slight limp

brought about by a childhood fall, he is not labor

intensive.  But he is gentle, loves animals, and would

be a great 24-hour a day estate caretaker.  His papers

state that because of an acne problem, he is to

receive no tawsing or whipping on the back, and no

face slapping.  Recommended discipline and control

procedures for Phillip are taser prodding and jump

suiting.  If you just like to spank or paddle unruly

slaves, you can see that Phillip has a nice big butt.

But despite the acne problem, you can see this one is

a real cutie. Available for 20 months service, the

bidding begins at $38,000.  A bargain folks, a real

bargain!”

Phillip was in tears the whole time.  Probably made

the worse by the fact that he was the only slave coded

red, which was the lowest rating a slave could

receive.  But he sold for $44,000 in no time to a

middle-aged woman accompanied by a son who appeared to

be about the same age as Phillip.

I was surprised at how fast the bidding went.  When a

slave was sold the auction workers would put a diaper

on him, a yellow cone hat on his head, and take him by

a leash to the bursar, who would hand the leash over

to the owner as soon as he received payment.

A man seated in back of us bought a slave, and when he

paid for and collected his slave, he and the diapered

slave came and sat back down in back of us.

Apparently he was seeking to buy a couple of slaves.

A friend of his stopped buy, and asked, “That’s a nice

looking young mucker you got there, Steve.  Are you

going to butt plug him?”  The slaver replied, “I

wasn’t planning on it, Earl.  Why do you ask?”  Earl

answered, “No reason, I just like to watch new boys

get plugged.  That’s all.” 

When one slave on the bidding block refused to do

jumping jacks when the auctioneer asked him to, a

swarm of auction boys were on him so fast that he

probably didn’t know he was being tawsed until about

the fifth blow.  It was comical to see him finally do

jumping jacks while he was crying out loud, tears

falling down his face, making his makeup run, and his

shaved balls and his coral colored penis tagged cock

with its tip painted bright red, wildly flopping up

and down.

I heard Herb Mayberry and his two sons, seated two

rows in back of us, laughing it up at the slave’s

humiliation.

Within an hour and 10 minutes almost half of the

slaves had been sold.  One group of 18 slaves, all

coded green, was sold in a lot to Chester Judkins.

When Tony was brought up to the block, he saw the

three of us sitting in the first row.  A young kid

seated next to us thought he was looking at him, and

said to his father, “Dad, that kid on the block is

looking funny at me.  Can I put a squealer on his

pickle, Dad?”  His father tried to quiet him,  “You

ain’t doing nothing to that slave.  If you buy him,

then you can do anything you want to him.”  The young

lad then quieted down, but was obviously frustrated. 

As Tony was positioned on the block by the auction

boys, there were lewd wolf whistles from members of

the crowd.  Tony’s hands went instinctively to cover

up his sex organs.  The auctioneer gently reprimanded

Tony, “Ok boy, get your hands to your sides.  No one

is going to buy you if they can’t get a good look at

Mr. Peepers.”

Indeed, there was my brother Tony with his Mr. Peepers

on display for everyone to see.  Not only were Tony

and his Mr. Peepers on display, but all of Tony,

including Mr. Peepers, was oiled and shiny.  And on

top of that Tony, and his Mr. Peepers, was painted up

like some Las Vegas show boy.  I found it almost too

embarrassing to look at him.  I looked down to my lap,

and Gabriel, seeing my distress, grabbed my hand, and

the hand of Richard, who was seated on the other side

of him.  Gabriel spoke for the three of us. “I know

this is embarrassing, guys.  But Tony made his own

bed.  We did all we could do.  Let’s just hope that

whoever buys him can do him some good.”

To Be Continued…

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