Christopher Enslaved

Part Two

By Randall Austin

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"Ok, now turn around and face me, Christopher, I have

some things I need to say to you."  Mr. Baldwin paused

as Christopher made a slow defeated turn around.

Christopher kept his eyes to the ground.

"Christopher, you are a twenty two year old male, and

I'm quite sure your dad hasn't spanked those butt

cheeks of yours in quite some time.  It's probably

been ten years at least.  Am I correct?"

Christopher managed to slur out a quiet "yes" without

looking up. 

"One of the big differences between free men and

slaves, as you may know, is that slaves of all ages

are spanked and disciplined in a variety of ways on a

regular basis throughout their lives.  A typical male

slave from his teen years through his 40's is either

spanked or face slapped several times a week.  But you

need to know that because you are to be employed by

both the cannery and the Baldwin household, you

are subject both to normal domestic and to

commercial disciplinary codes.  It means more will be

expected of you, and you will be held to a higher

standard of conduct than slaves employed only by the

cannery.  All of this will be outlined, of course, in

your indoctrination period over the next few days.

You will be given a thorough training in all aspects of

your position as a lifer hard labor product.  You will

learn exactly what is required of you.  All rules,

regulations and disciplinary procedures will be made

very clear.  The boys will be starting your

orientation as soon as you arrive, and new slaves are

introduced to the rest of the slave population at

Baldwin/Fletcher farms their first evening with our

traditional welcoming ceremony."

Mr. Worthington, finally hearing something that

sounded half way civil, jumped at it to ease the

tension.  "Well that sounds very nice indeed!  Exactly

what is it?"

"Oh, it's very good for morale.  We call it ‘The Black

Balls Ball’.  After my sons deliver Christopher's

pro-forma bare naked bull whipping tonight in front of

all the slaves in the compound, and don't you worry

about that.  It's the standard whipping issued to all

new slaves.  It's a humane gesture, really, which

helps insure that most slaves never have to

receive another one.  But afterwards, my boys will

paint Christopher's cock, balls, and tits black.  And

for the week or so that it takes the paint to wear

off, the new slave is subject to mild and friendly

hazing from the other slaves.  It's a wonderful

bonding tool, kind of like a fraternity hazing.  It

really helps build morale among the slaves.  And it

will make you feel a part of the team.  It's

just a very nice welcoming gesture for the new

drudges.  Something we do at Baldwin/Fletcher for the

good of our slave teams."

"Fuckin cool!", exclaimed Dexter.

During the slight pause in Mr. Baldwin's chatter Humphries

went up to Christopher and pinched his nose.

Christopher's mouth opened almost immediately and

Humphries grabbed his tongue, pulled it out of his

mouth, and examined it, all the while still pinching

his nose.  When finished he stepped back and asked

Christopher to stick his tongue out as far as it would

go.  Christopher at first didn't respond, but when

both officers reached for something from their service

belts, he immediately stuck his tongue way out.

Humphries then snapped a long shot and a close up of

Christopher with his mouth wide open and his tongue

sticking out.  Dexter was all smiles, and asked

Humphries why he wanted such a photo.  Humphries

quietly said it was something needed for the record.

All of us were hoping that both Dexter and Baldwin

would just shut up, but Mr. Baldwin continued.  "But

don't think your welcoming ceremony is the only time

you're going to be treated special.  Oh no!  The

Baldwin/Fletcher slaves are always a colorful sight

when my boys take them out on errands.  My boys like

to dress the younger slaves, like Christopher, up

in colorful costumes or gear when they take them out

about the city.  Our slaves, as you may know, have a

colorful reputation around the community, and that is

a real morale builder for the slave team, as well as

good PR for Baldwin/Fletcher.  And the slaves really

enjoy the opportunity to get out and about.  Sometimes

the boys will have the male slaves on leashes and get

them dressed up as sailor boys, or cowboys, or French

girlie maids, or diapered and sucking their thumbs and

carrying a baby bottle, or outfitted like a pony and

pulling my boys in a cart, or even walking on all

fours like puppy dogs, with cute signs around their

necks saying, ‘Pet me’.  My boys are just so creative.

It's all in good spirited fun, of course.  It lets

the community know that our slaves are valued and

pampered.  And judging from the letters of support we

get, the community seems to really enjoy the slave boy

spectacles my sons put on."

Perhaps finally realizing that most of us present in

the room were numb, Baldwin gave the order for

Christopher to get dressed.  "We gotta get you

delivered to the processing center on time."  As

Christopher got dressed, Baldwin took out the

document and signed it.  In silence Mr. Worthington

and Mr. Baldwin shook hands on the deal.

While this was going on Dexter asked Mr. Humphries if

he could get a job at the cannery.  Mr. Humphries

responded that family members of any slaves held at

Baldwin/Fletcher were not eligible for employment at

the cannery or farms. 

Baldwin then took the slave processing

requisition order out of his folder and examined it.

"Let me see what the boys have ordered to be done on

you."  His eyes perused the document.  "Oh yes, pretty

standard fare here.  The usual body modifications.

Christopher, you're going to get trussed, trollied,

collared, clipped, shorn, shaved, tagged, belled,

cinched, tattooed, and branded, as well as ringed in

the nipples, nose, ears, penis, and at the base of the

scrotum."  Mr. Baldwin had a quizzical look.  "Huh?  I

wonder why the boys ordered a three inch nose ring?  Oh

well, they know what they're doing!"

Humphries interjected.  "Sounds good.  Heavily ringed

naked worker slaves always make a very nice display

out in the fields.  Our farms are a common destination

of families out on a Sunday drive, and even of

tourists, who enjoy viewing the sight of hundreds of

slaves toiling away.  They frequently stop along the

roadside to watch for a while; perhaps shoot some

photos or videos.  Some even take advantage of the

picnic benches we have set up at various vantage

points along the roadway."

Dexter couldn't contain himself, "Dad, can I go along

to the processing center and watch?  Please?"  He was

quickly silenced by a curt gesture from Mr.

Worthington.

Baldwin then took out and looked over another sheet

from the requisition order folder.  "Well, well.  Good

news!  I see that the boys have already given you a

name.  Christopher, you are no longer Christopher.

Your new name is 'Licker'.  Licker.  That's nice.

That's a nice name.  Damn nice!"

Dexter beamed, "Fuck that fits him!"

One of the plainclothes officers then spoke up, "In

order to be received at the processing arena, Licker

has to be fitted with a muzzle, a butt plug, and a

penis clamp.  Standard procedure.  It prevents

some of the wilder types from soiling the reception

area with body excrement and filthy words, before they

get hooked on the trolley and sent down the processing

rail."

"You know”, Baldwin spoke up, again believing he

exuded information of a calming nature, "traveling

along that processing rail hanging from those meat

hooks always looked to me like a real

fun ride.  Sort of like some ride at the carnival.

Well, anyway, we gotta move.  Men, get him muzzled

and butt plugged, and clamp his dick!" 

One of the plainclothes officers turned towards

Christopher and gathered his hands behind his back and

cuffed them.  He then took out a muzzle that went over

Christopher's head and under his chin.  Attached

at the mouth strap was a small rod that stuck out with

a rounded ball at the end.  This went into

Christopher's mouth.  When the straps were secured

around his head and under his chin Christopher had to

keep his mouth wide open in order to prevent the ball

at the back of his throat from gagging him.

The officers then undid Christopher's trousers, and

took them down along with his undies.  They each got

down on one knee, one at the front of Christopher and

one at the back.  The one in back took a black butt

plug, put some lube on it, and worked it slowly up

into Christopher's ass hole.  At the end sticking out

of the butt there was a small cross handle.  To this

the officer attached straps that went around both of

Christopher's thighs and secured the butt plug.

What Christopher was thinking or feeling or crying, I

could not discern, because the muzzle kept his mouth

wide open, giving his face a total panic-stricken

look.  Humphries stepped in to take a few close up

shots of Christopher's muzzled face.  What was amazing

to me was that Humphries was openly erect and was not

in the least bit concerned about it.  Christopher and

I had once wondered if the stories we had heard about

those who handled and disciplined slaves were true;

that they were frequently and openly erect as they

controlled and whipped slaves because public erections

were a part of the accepted culture of slave handlers.

Dexter then moved in closer to Christopher, to watch

the clamping up close.  His mouth was gathered in an

expression that was a half excited smile, and a half sneer.

The officer in front gathered Christopher's foreskin

very tightly and around it he placed a banding tool.

He gently squeezed the handle and a very thick,

strong, tight band snapped onto the

gathered foreskin.  It looked painful.  Christopher

started doing choked whinnying sounds.   The officers

pulled up his undies and trousers and zipped and

belted his slacks.  The officer who clamped

Christopher's penis reassured him.  "Don't worry.  The

pain will subside in a few minutes.  And they'll remove

that thing as soon as they get you on the hook."

And then one final encouraging speech from Baldwin.

"Ok boy, you're on your way to a new life.  At the

processing center they're going to get you naked, and

truss you up.  They'll first have you get into a

kneeling position and shackle your feet together at

the ankles.  Then your hands will be cuffed together

behind your back, and these will be attached to your

ankle cuffs.  With your feet and hands secured

together behind your back, they will then have you

spread your knees as wide apart as possible.  This

spread out position of the knees will be secured by a

set of harnesses that go about your chest and thighs.

The straps which encircle both thighs pull up and are

very tightly attached to the mid back harness, thus

keeping the knees widely spread.  The harness about your chest

has a large ring attached in the back between your

shoulder blades. They will then hoist you up and

attach the ring at your back to a meat hook affixed to

a trolley on a rail.  And you'll be hanging from that

hook in that kneeling position, with your knees spread

wide so the processors can have clear access to every

part of your body.  They will then remove your penis

clamp and pierce your frenum and put a ring in it.  To

this ring they will attach a laminated card with coded

instructions on what stations you'll be stopped at for

body modifications.

"They will then send you down the rail into the

processing room.  There will be as many as 200 naked

slaves hanging from the meat hooks in the

room at one time, riding down the rail getting

processed.  In all there are about 80 stations along

the rail and you will be stopped at each station and

the processors will check your laminated penis card to

see if you require their services.  The meat hook ride

through all the processing stations takes about three

hours, sometimes longer, depending on whether the line gets

backed up with too many slaves at one time requiring

some of the more time consuming body modifications.

Such things as castrations and more complex tattoos

can really delay the processing.  They pretty much

perform the most common slave body modification

requirements on the slaves as they hang from the

hooks; also less common requests such as eyebrow

removal and teeth extractions.  Licker, you're not up

for any of those yet."

"And I need to warn both of you that the processing

arena is a very noisy place.  But don't let that be

off-putting to you.  A lot of the slaves being

processed or reprocessed are under punishment orders

of the courts or their owners, and their service

orders state that they are to receive no anesthetics

for procedures, so naturally there is an awful lot of

hollering and screaming.  But just know, it's for

their own good."

"Oh Dad, please let me go", moaned Dexter.  Mr.

Worthington ignored Dexter and the massive bulge in

his trousers.

Baldwin continued.  "Licker, my boys have set you for

local anesthetics for all procedures.  Branding, of

course, cannot be accomplished painlessly with a local

pain killer.  You would have to be put under, and what

with the extra fees and longer processing time it

really adds up on the processing bill, and your father

wasn't willing to foot that charge.  But the majority

of slaves, as you will find out today, are not put

under for branding; they are branded right on the hook,

as you will be.  When you reach the branding

station, they simply lower your chain and ease you

into a branding vise, and with you still chained to

the hook they strap you into the vise so you're

immobile, apply the brand to your upper right buttock,

and in just a second's time, even before the full pain

hits you,  they're unstrapping you from the slave vise

and your hook is raising you back up, and you're off

on your way down the railing to the next station,

screaming your head off.   But before you know it your

screams will be wiped out by the screams of the guy in

back of you."

"At the end of your ride down the processing rail

you'll emerge a new being with a new life.  And you're

going to be looking very different from the way you do

now.  You'll have no need ever again for your fancy

clothes or your hair gel.  You'll no longer have to

worry ever again about keeping up with the latest

fashion styles.  You'll be totally shaved all over,

denuded, have rings and piercings all over the place,

there will be a slave collar emplaced for life around

your neck, your cock and balls will be tightly

cinched, and attached to your cock ring now, in place

of the laminated card, will be a low hanging slave

bell; the sign of a hard labor lifer slave."

"A very important accouterment of the lifer hard labor

product!", interjected Mr. Humphries.

"Indeed!", continued Baldwin.  "We have a brand new

use for your penis.  Rather than you playing with it,

or some girl friend playing with it, it's going to be

used to let my boys know if you're doing your job and

keeping busy.  No more playing with yourself ever

again, because your penis is now nothing but an

attachment for your slave bell.  Your overseers will

expect to be hearing that cock bell ringing nonstop.

It will mean that you're doing your chores with vigor.

If the bell is silenced, it will cause your overseer

to look up.  There won't be any slacking with that

bell hanging between your legs.  Ding dong, ding dong,

the sweet sound of a hard laboring slave.   Everyone's

going to be listening to your bell.  They'll know

where you are, and if you're doing your chores, by the

sound of your cock bell.  You might find it

embarrassing at first, but it's intended to encourage

you to perform at your peak service level.  That bell

lets everyone know what you are, where you are, and

whether or not you're performing up to standard.

There'll be no danger of anyone thinking you're

Christopher Worthington.  Yes sir, that bell hanging

from your cock will keep you and everyone within

hearing distance focused on the fact that you are a

hard labor lifer slave.  Just make sure your cock bell

is jiggling and waggling 14 hours a day and all will

be well."

"It's going to be a whole new lifestyle for you, quite

different from the way things look around here in your

dad's house.  No more rock music, hip hop, girls,

college, baseball caps, TV, radio, dancing, drinking, or

sports.  It's a new life, with a new name, and

all new adventures."

"And remember, 'Licker' is your name now."  Then

turning to me, Baldwin warned.  "His name is Licker

and that is what you are to call him from now on.

When Licker's processing is

completed, and he's removed from the hook, he will be

sent to the receiving area, and you are then to come

down from the processing viewer platform and join him.

Once off that hook, he is a slave for life.  And

there will be plenty of guards standing around

wielding tawses, service whips, and tasers to enforce

that fact.  If Licker so much as dares to speak

without first being spoken to, the guards will be on

him in an instant, and it won't be pretty.   When he

first arrives in the receiving area he will still be

naked and freshly modified, so he will be quite sore.

All of his slave body modifications will be on full

display right before your eyes, looking mean, raw, and

harsh. He isn't going to be looking anything like the

pretty boy he is now.  But try not to be shocked at

what you see.  He will look very different to you, and

what you see may even frighten you; what with him

being all shaved up, and all of his fresh wounds,

blood stains, sweat, tear streaks, and body

adornments.  And most slaves fresh off the hook are

fearfully erect, with their cock bells dinging and

dangling wildly.  Slaves fresh off the hook are

totally shamed, humiliated, degraded and debased, and

that is what Licker will be feeling.  But it's a good

thing, for it is all a part of the successful

transforming of the one you knew once as Christopher

into a profitable lifer hard labor product."

Dexter couldn't contain himself.  "Oh Dad, please may I

go and watch him get it?"  Dexter's obscene erection

disgusted even Mr. Worthington.  "Dexter, would you

please be silent!"  Dexter put his hands in his

pockets, slumped, and let out a low but angry, "Man!"

After the interruption, Baldwin continued, "Then Todd,

if you still feel up to it, you may accompany Licker

out to the farms along with the requisition officers.

But don't feel bad if you are no longer up to it.

Because at that point you and Licker really will have

nothing in common anymore. He will then be a

new being with a life time of hard labor service ahead

of him, and you will be your same old self.  But if

you think you can stomach it, well then, certainly,

stay on board and enjoy the ride out to the farms." 

"Licker, once you're off the hook you will be chained

and cuffed, and issued a set of brown slave fatigues for

transport to the Baldwin/Fletcher farms." Christopher

had been looking stunned before, but now an involuntary

shudder ran through his body.  Mr. Baldwin picked up on his

reaction. "You've noticed those fatigues before, I see,

when other young men were wearing them."  He smiled.

"Well, they may not be the nicest things to look at,

and they may not be as soft and comfy as the clothes

you're used to wearing. But you'll never have to worry

again about what you want to wear, and you'll never

have to worry about whether your clothes will help you fit

into the group you're in.  When you're wearing a set of those

fatigues, Licker, anybody will be able to tell you're a slave

from a mile away. They're practical, and they're distinctive.

"My boys will be waiting at the farms to receive you.

You will be given a little blue schoolboy-like satchel, which

contains material for you to read and study.  In the

satchel you will find manuals and pamphlets on slave

behavior, slave grooming, Baldwin/Fletcher protocol,

punishment lists, a punishment book, spiritual guides

for the slave, a pamphlet on the evils of day

dreaming, various self help guides on being a good

slave, on receiving discipline with dignity, on

avoiding masturbation, and so on.  You will also find

an important series on the special and very rigid

demands made on the 'Lifer Hard Labor Slave Product’.

The satchel is a real life support kit for those

enslaved for life, like yourself.  And be aware that

my boys do regular impromptu quizzes on all of the

materials in that packet, so make sure you know all of

the material well."

Dexter beamed, "He should do well on those, since

Christopher… oops, I mean Licker… always did well on

quizzes in school."

Baldwin, unperturbed, continued, "There is also a

pamphlet of slave mantras.  In it you will find

various mantras and sayings that will help make your

life pleasant as you repeat them over and over all day

long.   Repeat 'I was born to serve, and I am thankful

for that' a thousand times a day and your life out in

the field pulling a plow to the sting of the whip will

surpass anything you have ever so far experienced, I

assure you." 

"We employ all standard control and discipline tools,

as well as state of the art punishment devices and

techniques out at the farms, so you will want to stay

in line.  Make sure you obey my boys.  Everything they

tell you to do, you do.  Wiggle, or show a dissatisfied

look, and you'll get slapped or spanked.  Stumble,

complain, or make an error, and you'll get tawsed or

paddled.  Any and every act of insubordination gets

you flogged.  And defiance in any form gets you

castrated.  The materials in your satchel will help

you avoid punishment.  Perhaps when you boys are in

transport to my estate, Todd, you could read some of

the materials out loud to Licker."

During the preceding, Trevor Humphries had knelt down

in front of Christopher, whose head had been bowed for

most of the time, pointed his camera up at

Christopher's muzzled face, and had taken a few shots. When

he was finished he got up, and as he was putting his

camera away, he addressed Christopher.  "Christopher,

cheer up!  I know most of this talk sounded glum,

coming at it from the business angle.  But you need to

realize our slaves not only lead happy lives but

are proud of their service.  Why do you think the

tourists come out to see them?  It's an attraction as

big around here as the changing of the guard at

Buckingham Palace.  Our slave teams are an institution

that inspires a sense of well being.  When folks see the naked

field slaves, all working hard with their nipple, ear,

nose, and genital rings brightly gleaming in the sun,

and the sound and the sparkle of a hundred cock bells

swaying from a hundred cocks and ringing in the

fields, not only is it a beautiful sight and sound,

but the slaves are proud to be a part of that handsome

team.  They stand tall and proud when photos are

taken, and they know that they are contributing in an

important way.  In fact, the boys could have you on a

field team as early as tomorrow afternoon, learning

the ropes.  I assure you, that once you see all the

cars driving by, some slowing up, some stopping, and

all the cameras shooting and clicking away at you in

the nude all shaved up with your slave collar, brand,

rings, and bell on full display, you're going to start

feeling mighty proud to be a part of it all."     

After Humphries' inspiring hymn to life as a

Baldwin/Fletcher drudge,  Baldwin felt inspired to

offer his own concluding remarks. "Remember

Licker, you're in my service.  If you behave

yourself, you'll find it's a carefree life working on

a Baldwin/Fletcher slave team.  And remember too,

even if you do mess up and end up having to get

stripped naked and taken up for punishment and

that's going to be happening a lot to you in your

first few months, it always does; just remember that

punishment is good for you and will make you a happy

slave in the long run.  It will help form you into

a properly chastised servant.  You are a servant now

for the rest of your life, and when you are chastised

always thank those who correct you.  Always obey, and

all will be well!  Discipline, swift and severe, will

be there if you forget that.  Always accept your

discipline in gratitude.  Doing so will please me, my

boys, and the entire slave team, because it will make you

into a strong and profitable hard labor product.  For

the rest of your life you will be serving me and my

boys.  You were born to serve, so serve us well!"

As Mr. Baldwin gave a slight bow to indicate he was

finished, Mr. Humphries addressed Christopher's

father.  "Mr. Worthington, I understood you were

offering all of Christopher's clothing and possessions

for a lump sum which has been included in the final

bid."

Mr. Worthington made a quick hand gesture to put the

subject off, and quietly added, "Yes, Mr. Humphries, I

was hoping we could attend to that in just a few

moments, once we are alone."  Humphries complied.

As Mr. Baldwin started to collect his papers and bid

his farewells, the officers were chaining and cuffing

Christopher.  The muzzle kept his mouth open, the

chains hobbled his steps.  I watched him for a bit as

the officers trundled him down to the car.  He was my

friend and I was barely able to look at him because of

the pain and distress he was in.

Dexter stirred in the fringes, watching the company

depart.  He was like a hovering vulture disappointed to

find no remaining carnage.

My dad walked with me as we followed behind the escort

officers leading Christopher.  Mr. Worthington stayed

behind with Mr. Humphries.  Out on the street, Mr.

Baldwin got into a silver Mercedes, as the officers

guided Christopher into the back seat of the blue

patrol car.  When he was in, one of the officers

opened the door for me and I got in and sat next to

Christopher.  The officers locked the back doors and got

in the front seat, and we drove off to hell.

To be continued…

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