My Brother Tony, the Penury Slave

Part Two

By Randall Austin

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When we got Tony home, Gabriel and I had a talk with

mom and dad and we told them of the judge’s concerns

for Tony’s well being.  They agreed that if Tony were

to mess up before he was delivered to auction there

could be some dire consequences for him.  Mom and Dad

made the decision to keep Tony leashed and secured at

all times.

Dad contacted Uncle Vinny about this decision because

Uncle Vinny had been warning dad for a long time about

Tony’s behavior and always felt that dad should have

taken a firmer hand with Tony.  Dad wanted Uncle Vinny

present when we confronted Tony, because he knew that

if any force was required he wouldn’t be able to use

it, but uncle Vinny would have no problem getting firm

with Tony.  Uncle Vinny was the only one of our relatives

who had regular contact with slaves, as they made up

part of the labor force at his work place.  Gabriel,

who is two years older than Tony, was also stronger

than Tony, so he could help Uncle Vinny if Tony was any

trouble.

Later that day Uncle Vinny arrived, and he brought

with him a bunch of weird looking slave control items.

When dad suddenly looked like he was having

reservations, Uncle Vinny told him that he probably wouldn’t

have to use any of the items if Tony behaved himself.

So dad, Uncle Vinny, Gabriel, Richard, and I went

upstairs and confronted Tony in his bedroom.  Dad

calmly told Tony what we were going to do, and why.

Tony got kind of angry, since he said he felt like his

own family had ganged up on him.  Dad started to say

that this wasn’t the case, and that we loved him dearly.

Uncle Vinny slowly walked up to Tony saying, “Take it

easy son; we just want to get you leashed and

chained.” 

Tony was defiant, “I’m not your… son.”  Dad told Tony

to be respectful, but Uncle Vinny said, “That’s ok, Lorenzo,

I’ve got the situation in control.”  Then looking

determined at Tony he said, “You’re getting leashed

and chained boy.  I’m not going to allow you to go on

causing your dad, mom, and brothers any more

heartbreak with your reckless behavior.  So let’s get

your shirt off and your pants down so we can get you

leashed and chained just the way slaves should be.”

Uncle Vinny took a plasti-chain, and in a rush grabbed

Tony’s arm, rolled up his sleeve, and attached it to

Tony’s arm band before Tony even knew what was

happening.  Uncle Vinny then took the other end of the chain

and padlocked it to the heavy steel bed frame in

Tony’s room.  Tony was now chained like a dog.

When Tony moaned, “Dad”, Richard said, “Come on Tony,

don’t give Uncle Vinny any trouble now.  Uncle Vinny

said this would be best for you.”

Tony started to shout, “What are you guys listening to

Uncle Vinny for?  You know he has always hated me.”

Dad said, “Tony, let’s not have any trouble.  There’s

no reason to shout.  Uncle Vinny cares about you as

much as we do.”

Uncle Vinny urged Tony to cooperate, “Don’t give your dad

any trouble now son.  Your troublemaking days are

over.”  Tony sneered at Uncle Vinny.  “See this

defiance?  This is what I have been warning you about

all along.  I could see this day coming and I tried to

warn you.”  Dad nodded in agreement with his brother.

Uncle Vinny then went up to Tony and started unbuckling his

trousers, and unzipping his trousers.  I guess Tony

was just too dazed to know what to do next.  Uncle Vinny

pulled down Tony’s undies a bit, saying, “Now let me

snap this leash lead onto your root cinch.”

Uncle Vinny attached an 18 inch long leash lead to the ring

at the base of Tony’s root cinch which encircled his

cock and balls.  The leather lead is what comes up out

of a slave’s undies and is secured by a clip to one of

the belt loops in the trousers.  It is to this end

that one attaches a leash if one is going to take the

slave outdoors.  When I used to see slaves on leashes

I always thought that the leash was attached to a belt

loop, and often thought how easy it would be for a

slave to break away.  What I didn’t know was that the

leash was in fact attached to the root cinch, and that

the root cinch squeezes like hell if a slave tries to

bolt.

Gabriel attempted a joke, “It looks like we got you by

the balls now, Tony.”  Tony started crying.  Gabriel

went up to him and threw his arms around Tony’s neck,

“Hey bro, I’m sorry.  I was just trying a little joke.

I love you man.”  As he stood there with his arms

around Tony, Tony started to cry like a baby, and then

quietly said, “I gotta pee.”  Uncle Vinny looked at my dad

and said, “You see, there he goes again.  Trying any

kind of tactic to get out of things, just like a

little kid.  But I have a solution for that.”  Uncle Vinny

rushed into the bathroom across the hall, saying he’d

be right back.  He came back in a moment carrying a

urinal.  “Here, you will be using this from now on.

Then when they leash you and take you on your walk you

can empty and clean your urinal.”

Once Uncle Vinny left, Tony got into better spirits.

In the days that followed it seemed that as long Tony

was free to dress up in his fancy clothes, free to

bathe, groom, and comb his hair as he always had, and

had a full-length mirror available, he was happy.

Tony’s good nature returned and he soon settled down

to his new routine.  He mainly stayed in his room

watching TV.  Dad wanted Tony to have private time at

his computer in his bedroom each day, while he was at

work.  So at some point every day we had to unchain

Tony and lead him into dad’s room and chain him down

in there.  Though it was never spoken, we all knew it

was because dad wanted Tony to have access to some

porn.  One of the first days he was in there I was in

my room, which is right next to dad’s room, and I heard a

strange clunk, clunk, clunk sound.  So I went into

dad’s room and there caught Tony jacking off to some video

clip of a woman fingering her pussy.  The plasti-chain

secured from Tony’s armband to dad’s bed frame was

hitting Tony’s chair every time he pumped his fist.  I

turned as red in the face as poor Tony.  I backed out

embarrassed, mouthing an ineffectual ‘sorry’.  I never

heard that sound again when Tony was in there, so I

figured Tony must have mastered the art of left handed

jacking.

One time when Richard took Tony to dad’s room and was

locking him down, he said to his friend Chad, “its

recreation time for the slave.”  When Chad laughed

Tony was deeply humiliated, and sulked for hours until

Richard apologized to him. 

Even though Tony’s indigent service did not begin for

another week, he did receive a list of things he had

to do by next week’s auction.  One of them was to

spend a good part of Monday at the local community

college for use in their courses on slave psychology,

slave ethics, and slave economics. He was also to be

used as a practice slave for those students enrolled

in the short course the college offered for those

trying to obtain their slave handler’s certificate.

He was to arrive at Gladstone College Monday at 9 AM

and check in with Mr. Tureen.  He was to be

accompanied by a designated overseer, so dad appointed

me.  But dad wanted Richard to accompany me as well.

Because Tony had spent the weekend at home and

followed pretty much his typical routine, he was back

in his normal good spirits when Monday rolled around.

So the three of us all were in a good mood as we

drove out to Gladstone College.

We met Mr. Tureen, a very nice man, who taught several

courses relating to slaves and slavery.  He shook all

of our hands in an agreeable fashion and smiled and

chatted with all of us.  He was as friendly to Tony as

he was to Richard and me.  The three of us

accompanied Mr. Tureen into his first class, the 9:30

Slave Commodities class.

When the class of about 45 students was assembled, he

addressed them.  “Students, we have with us today the

DeStasio brothers.  This is Victor, he is 24 years

old, has a degree in English from Oklahoma State, and

is currently working in his uncle’s bottling plant

until he earns enough money to continue his graduate

studies.  His brother Richard is the youngest, 21, of

the four DeStasio brothers, and is a sophomore at

Oklahoma State majoring in biology.  And our county

loaned subject for today is Anthony DeStasio, known as

Tony.  Tony is 26 years old, has been employed as a

dishwasher, traffic road repair flagman, and most

recently, a janitor.  Tony was enslaved only 7 days ago

as a ‘penury’.”  A few titters erupted about the

class.  “Tony goes to auction the day after tomorrow,

and is totally raw, except for whatever his brothers

here have managed to teach him.”  The class laughed

and Mr. Tureen looked at Richard and me, and with a

smile asked, “So boys, how have the last few days

been?  Did you manage to teach him anything?”

I answered, “Well, no need to, really.  My dad was

concerned that Tony might do something to jeopardize

what my uncle considered to be a too lenient sentence

of three years servitude, so we have just been keeping

him locked indoors, but that’s all really.”

Mr. Tureen instructed the class on my response, “That

is actually the very best thing they could be doing,

given Tony’s status as a beloved family member.”

“For starters, class, let me test your first hand

appraisal skill.  If you saw Tony up at auction, what

would be your reaction?”  Hands went up about the

class.  “Mr. Terry, what’s your assessment?”  Mr.

Terry, a rather bookish looking sophomore, answered,

“Well, on first impression he seems to be a ‘keeper’.

He’s is the sort of thing my aunt would snap up on the

spot.  But having different interests from my aunt”,

Mr. Terry waited until the class finished their

laughter, “I can say only three things; he appears

healthy, the family seems to really like him, which

indicates he probably isn’t a jerk, and given that he

seems to have good grooming habits, he is probably

educable”

“Very good assessment”, praised Mr. Tureen.

“Remember class; in a sight only judgment of a clothed

slave always state only what are observable facts.  I

personally wouldn’t even go with an appearance of good

family relations.  And while I have no doubt in this

case, I have seen situations where family members were

so desperate to sell off a detested and very

unpleasant family member, that they put on a Brady

Bunch act you would not believe.”

When the laughter died, Mr. Tureen continued, “Ok

class.  I want to continue, with Tony’s help, to show

you some more very real basic skills you will need to

know in your daily life, no matter what slave related

field you end up in.  Slave brokers need to know these

things as much as trainers and handlers.”

Mr. Tureen had Tony step up to the front of the class

and get on a raised podium in front of a white screen.

He spoke as he continued to set up lights and camera

equipment.  “All slaves in the United States must be

registered with both the state and federal bureaus of

slaves.  The registration in almost all cases requires

a set of photos, usually mug shots, and often both mug

and full body shots.  Slaves are always shot shirtless

for mug shots, and nude for body shots.  So therefore,

Tony, I would like you to remove your shirt so we can

do your mug shot.”  As Tony took off his shirt Mr.

Tureen talked to the class about distances to place

the camera for mug shots.  Seeing that Tony had a

t-shirt on Mr. Tureen asked him to remove it as well.

Tony did so awkwardly, not looking at any of the class

members.  As Mr. Tureen shot Tony’s face, he explained

that mug shots were commonly done from the forward and

left and right profile views.

“Class the photos I am taking are going to be the

actual Tillman County file photos for this slave that

will be sent on to the State and the Feds.  Ok, Tony,

if you would be so kind as to remove the rest of your

clothing.”  Poor Tony just kept his head down on the

podium, as if he didn’t hear.  We waited and watched

for a short bit in total silence, as Tony’s face got

red.

“Class, it looks like we have a balker.  Who feels

they are able to handle this situation?”  No hands

went up.  “Ok class, who would at least like to make

an attempt at handling this situation?”  About five

hands went up.  Mr. Tureen selected Casey McCallister.

Casey was a blond kid of about 20, who seemed very

sure of himself.  He went up and stood by Mr. Tureen’s

desk, about 10 feet away from Tony.  “So Tony, Mr.

Tureen gave you an order.  I will repeat it in case

you didn’t hear it.  Take off all of your clothes

now.”  Tony stood frozen in shame.  He looked like he

was about to cry.  Raising his voice, Mr. McCallister

continued, “Yo!  Slave, I gave you an order.”  Still

no movement.  “Hey wap boy, the ladies in this class

want to see some bouncing Italian schlong, so give em

a show!”

The class laughed but there was no response from Tony

except that he bowed his head lower and closed his

eyes.  Mr. Tureen spoke up.  “Class, you have had it

hammered into you that ordering a slave around in a

demeaning fashion can be very effective in eliciting

desired behavior.  However, it is never proper to use

such forms of address in the presence of a slave’s

family members.”  Mr. McCallister immediately

apologized to Richard and me.  We thanked him.  Mr.

Tureen asked Mr. McCallister if he wanted to try some

other tactic, and he declined.  He then addressed the

class again, “Anyone else want to give this situation

a try?”  Two hands shot up and Mr. Tureen selected

Mark Jensen.

Mr. Jensen, a black haired skinny kid dressed totally

in black, with ear rings and a nose piercing, went

right up to Tony and spoke quietly.  “Hey Tony, I want

to make this easy for you, ok?  Will you let me?”

Tony nodded his head.  Then Mr. Jensen got on the

podium with Tony, stood behind him, put his hands

around his waist and unbuckled his belt, followed by

his top button.  He then unzipped Tony’s trousers, and

unrolled them all the way down his legs, slowly. Tony

remained frozen the whole time.  “Ok dude, why don’t

you help me and step out of them.”  Tony did so, like

a little lamb with curly hair.  Mr. Jensen spoke even

more quietly as he put his hands on the waistband of

Tony’s boxer shorts, and said, let’s do this together,

dude.”  He slowly rolled Tony’s boxers down his legs,

exposing my sweet brother to the entire class.  Tony

kept his eyes down the whole time.  In the enclosed

classroom Tony’s armband glinted in the suns

reflection, his collar looked severe, his clipped

pubes gave him an extremely naked look, and emphasized

the length of my handsome brother’s thick penis.  Mr.

Jensen then bent down and removed the slacks and

boxers from the podium.

He went again to the rear of Tony and positioned him

for the camera.  Mr. Tureen said quietly, “Excellent

work, Mr. Jensen. Excellent!”  There was my sweet

brother, one of the best looking boys in the class,

totally exposed.  He seemed numb.  He kept his eyes

closed.

Mr. Tureen talked to the class about the technical

requirements of full body shots, distance of camera,

and what angles were desired.  As he indicated he was

about to shoot the front on shot, Mr. Jensen gently

put his arms about Tony to place him into position,

told him to raise his head.  Then he said, “Now Tony,

for the photo you have to open your eyes.  Come on,

you can do it.”  Tony opened his eyes, Mr. Jensen

stepped out of the photo frame, Mr. Tureen shot him,

and then Tony bent his head down again.  Mr. Jensen,

in the same manner, got back on the podium and

maneuvered Tony for the left and right profile body

shots, and Mr. Tureen took the needed shots.  When he

was finished Tony kept standing in the position he was

in for the last shot, with his back to the class, only

he put his hands in front of his privates.

As Tony stood there, with his muscled buttocks and

thighs on view for the class, Mr. Tureen again

congratulated Mr. Jensen on his excellent slave

handling skills, and called him a pro.  Mr. Tureen

explained to the class a little more of the technical

requirements of slave mug shots.  When finished, he

explained the next lesson.  “Now that we have our

slave naked, and he needs to stay that way for his

next class, I am going to show you exactly how the

slave transport chair works.  He pulled out from in

back of the desk a metal chair on wheels with arm and

footrests, and coiled retractable straps for the arms,

waist, and legs.  He asked Tony to sit down in the

chair.  Tony, keeping his head down and privates

covered, scurried over and into the chair.  Mr. Tureen

ordered Tony to put his feet on the footrests,

demonstrated how the straps retracted, and strapped

both Tony’s legs to the struts of each footrest.

There seated naked in the chair facing the entire

class was Tony with his legs strapped down and his

hands covering his groin.  He was looking down with

his eyes half closed.  Mr. Tureen told Tony to put his

hands on the armrests so he could strap them down.

Tony didn’t move, so Mr. Tureen took his right arm

away from his groin, placed it on the armrest, and

quickly strapped it down.  Mr. Tureen then clasped

Tony’s left arm and quickly forced it away from his

groin and onto the left armrest.  In no time his left

arm was strapped down, and there was Tony, with his

legs spread wide and strapped down, sitting in a slave

chair totally exposed to the class.

Mr. Tureen then completed the strapping in by securing

the chest and waist straps.  “There we have it class,

the usual method for strapping a slave.  This is the

mode commonly used when transporting slaves to public

service utilities, such as hospitals and airports.  A

lot of them require further control devices, such as

gags, neck braces, blinders, butt plugs, penis clamps,

ball spreaders, nipple hogs, and ankle hobbles.  But

for our purposes the warning sign is sufficient, and

with that he stuck into the back holder of the chair a

two foot by one foot rectangular sign on a three foot

plastic pole that stuck high up over the slave chair,

and which said in large black letters, ‘PENURY SLAVE’.

“Okay, class, that’s all for today.”  As the class

filed out of the room Mr. Tureen asked Richard and me

to follow him as he took Tony to his next class.  I

got in back of Tony’s chair, grabbed the handles, and

pushed Tony out of the room behind Mr. Tureen.  We

entered the very busy hallway, filled with students

changing classes.  And there was Tony, totally

exposed, strapped down in a slave chair that announced

his status to all. 

Every student we passed seemed to pay special

attention to Tony, who kept his head down, and his

eyes tightly shut, to hold back the tears. 

Although I knew Tony was ashamed, I too was feeling

sort of embarrassed by the world seeing me with my

enslaved brother.  Tony and I resembled each other,

and I was hoping people wouldn’t be thinking I was a

loser like my brother.  Not that my brother Tony is a

loser.  But I know the way folks think. 

We rolled Tony into Mr. Henry’s slave handling

certification class.  Mr. Henry told Mr. Tureen he

would bring Tony back to him after class.  Mr. Tureen

thanked him, said he would see us later, and left.

Mr. Henry pushed Tony into a front corner of the

classroom, with his back to the class.  We chatted

with him as the class arrived, and when class was

ready he asked us to take a seat in the classroom. 

The class of about 50 people was a mix of both sexes

of every age range.  Mr. Henry began, “Good afternoon

class.  Nice to see you all.  I am Mr. Jacob Henry.

This 20-hour course in slave handling will allow you

to obtain a slave-handling certificate if you meet the

course requirements, which are mainly to attend all

sessions, and to pass a hands on test at the end of

the course, on Friday.  Most of you are here because

your work environment requires you to deal with

slaves, some of you are planning on doing some

substitute overseeing, and I know two of you are

planning on purchasing a slave for the very first

time.”

Mr. Henry went to the corner where Tony was parked,

grabbed the chair’s handles at the back, and wheeled

Tony out in front of the class.  “Class, this is a

slave.  His name is Tony DeStasio.  He was enslaved

last week as a ‘penury’.”  As he spoke Mr. Henry

started unfastening the straps securing Tony in the

chair.  Tony kept his head down.  When he was

unfastened, Mr. Henry grabbed Tony by the arm and

stood him up to face the class.  Tony’s hands

instinctively covered his groin.  He kept his head

down, and a few tears could be seen falling down his

cheeks.

“Tony is currently the property of Tillman County.

Last week Tony was just like the rest of you, a free

man.  And this week Tony is suddenly a slave.  That

would probably explain the tears.  And this brings us

to the obvious point of this class, which is how to

handle him.  You are trying to get slave-handling

certification, and Tony is slave, so how do you handle

him?  He looks like a decent kid.  Good looking, he

was probably quite a popular fellow.

But as you can see, he is quite upset right now, so

how could you possibly have the heart to tell him to

get his slave ass outside and start cleaning your

yard?  And point number two, adding to his distress,

and maybe to some of yours, is the fact that he is

totally nude, except for his collar, band, cinch, and

tag.  How would you like to be standing naked up

here?”

“Let me answer these two points because they are the

central issues of what being an effective slave

handler is all about.  In Milstein’s classic text on

slave handling he puts a very clear spin on the

difference between slaves and freemen, thereby

clarifying status, and making it quite easy for one to

take a firm hand with a slave.  His famous example is

that of ‘schedules’. Freemen follow Schedule A, which

is a list of everything freemen do in their lives,

some difficult, some less so, some pleasurable.  The

difference with slaves is that they follow Schedule B

instead of Schedule A.  Schedule B is just like

Schedule A, it has some difficult tasks, some less

difficult, and some pleasurable.  The only difference

is that freemen make up their own schedules, and

slaves have their schedules made up for them by

someone else, usually their owner.”

“So Tony is standing here, obviously not very happy

today.  Does that mean you are not to be compassionate

or understanding towards him?  By no means.  In fact,

if any of you demonstrate a lack of compassion in

dealing with slaves, you will not be receiving your

certificates, I assure you.  But you need to

understand, he is on Schedule B now.  And he has got

to go to ‘work’, so to speak, the same way you and I

do.  I mean, yes, his new status may be difficult for

him to grasp right now, but he, like the rest of us,

has to deal with life’s ups and downs.  It isn’t going

to kill him to work in the yard, and it will probably

do him a lot of good, get his mind off thoughts of

self-pity.  So, by looking at a slave’s status

objectively, that should help you to treat slaves a

bit more objectively, and therefore more fairly.”

“Now as to the condition of his nudity, that is simply

something you and he both are going to have to get

used to.  Slaves are commodities, and since they do

not control their schedules, you have to.  You need to

have access to all of him, all of his working parts,

for a variety of reasons, to be effective handlers.

It’s as simple as that.  It is a difficult adjustment

for new slaves and new slave handlers to get used to.

But realize, and this is important, the fact that Tony

is nude right now is not hurting him physically in any

way.  And as far as emotionally, well he is on

Schedule B right now, and he has to realize that he

will need to filter emotions just a little bit

differently, to please the person who makes his

schedule, whether it be his owner or an overseer.”

“Ok folks, those are the fundamentals.  And the rest

of this course will basically be a reinforcement of

those fundamentals, so that you come to a clear

understanding of a slave’s status.  When you realize

it is, so to speak, no big deal being a slave, you

will then be a much more effective slave handler.”

“Now, for starters.  I want everyone to look up here

and tell me what is wrong with this picture?  That’s

right, here in the front of this class is a slave and

a teacher.  Alarm bells should be going off in your

head.  What is wrong here?  Does anyone see it?”

A guy raised his hand, and Mr. Henry acknowledged him.

“Is it that he is covering his privates and doesn’t

have his hands at his sides?”

“Good guess, but no.  Tony is totally raw, and the

county will not train him unless he is not sold at

Wednesday’s auction.  So Tony is acting perfectly

normal, and his behavior is acceptable.  Anyone else

want to try and answer what’s wrong with this

picture?”

A girl raised her hand, and asked, “Is that he has

fancy hair just like a freeman, and isn’t shaved bald

all over?”

“No.  Even if Tony had an official owner right now

other than the county, owners are free to decorate

slaves in any way they want to.  Some owners want

their slaves looking like family members.  Anyone else

want to try?”

A housewife type asked, “Is it that his head is bowed

down and he isn’t standing straight and tall and

showing us some respect?”

“No.  One sees lazy slovenly slaves all the time.

There is no law that says that owners have to make

sure their slaves are in tip top appearance.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be kneeling, or something?”

Asked a lad of about 18.

“No.  I’m afraid that image of bowing, scraping,

kneeling slaves is from the movies.  No class, what is

wrong with this picture, or rather what you need to

ask yourself every time you see a slave who is not

leashed or secured in some fashion is ‘why isn’t that

slave secured?’  And you need to ask yourself this

question every time you see a slave, whether or not a

slave is with an overseer.  In other words, you need

to be suspicious all the time.”

“Now you’re probably wondering, what exactly is Mr.

Henry saying, since we know slaves are everywhere

going about their masters’ business, often as not

unaccompanied.  What am I supposed to do, ask the

slave for his ID?  No class.  What I am saying is

simply that it will now be your duty as a state

certified slave handler to keep your eyes and ears

open, note anything pertaining to a slave that seems

odd or out of line, and report it to the nearest

authority.  It is just part of the responsibility that

goes with being certified.  We all must be the eyes

and ears of the community, to help insure the success

of the slave system.”

“Our time is almost up class.  One of the nice things

about our certification program here is that each day

we will have a different slave.  Tony here is the only

freshly enslaved example we will have, so I would like

to do something one should rarely do, and that is ask

a slave for an opinion.  Tony, I’d like you to tell

the class here whether or not you have made a

commitment towards being a good slave.”

Tony kept his head down, didn’t look at Mr. Henry, and

mumbled, “I haven’t thought about it.”

A girl asked out loud, “Isn’t he supposed to say, “Yes

sir” and “No sir”?  Mr. Henry answered, “I assure you

that after Wednesday’s auction he will be.”  The class

erupted into loud laughter as the class bell rang.

To Be Continued…

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