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A Father's Duty.... Chapter 2, How a slave is made... (Continued)
From there, my experience in the slave processing facility went downhill. Once labeled as a troublemaker, the staff was less then gentle. Not that they were gentle with any of the slaves being processed, but they seemed to make my processing as unpleasant as possible.
The first thing they did that was different from the other slaves was to put a metal band and box around my balls. It was there so that with the push of a button, I would be dropped to my knees in pain. I did my best to not cause any further issues, after all I didn't want anyone going after my family. But that didn't stop the staff from pushing the button.
In the room where all of the measurements were taken and where I took a swing at the handlers, I was brought in, naked, with thick restraints on my ankles and wrists and the main handler was standing there with the metal probe and a wicked smile.
"Remember this" he said smirking.
I nodded and was moved over to a table and bent over. When I watched the slave in front of me take the rod, they barely pushed an inch into him. I was not as lucky.
The handler made a point of holding it to my face and then without lube or warning, shoved what felt like, 6" into my ass. "Now remember men, this is a virgin slave, and as such we are encouraged not to bruise it or deflower it." He said while starting to fuck it in and out of my ass. "But at the same time, we have to make sure that the slave is properly processed."
Without warning, an electric shock made me scream out in pain and pleasure and one of the handlers put a cup under my still limp cock and started to laugh as the shock turned into a pulse which then caused me to cum without touching myself or getting hard.
"I got the sample" one of the handlers called out and that's when the shocks were turned up and I started to fight against the restraints. In the back of my mind, I could hear the laughing as the handlers watched my prostate getting fried. Before too long I was a crumpled mass on the table unable to move or form a coherent thought.
"Get the slave up, carry it if you have to, we need to get its processing finished."
The next few rooms were a blur. I was put onto a cross like thing where I was lathered up with some kind of cream which removed all my body hair. Then I was put into a metal chair like devise that held my head still while a machine tattooed a bar code on the back of my neck followed by an injection that I was told was a microchip that a machine could read that would identify me and provide a slave history. After that I was given a meal that even by marine standards was inedible, tasting like prechewed cardboard.
Finally, I was put into a cell with solid walls made of some see through material. The door was also made of the same material. The result, I could see all of the other slaves comfortably sleeping on cots where my cell didn't even have a blanket. The other thing is that all of the other slaves were loose in their cells, I was locked to the wall with my restraints.
During the night I was awoke to a muffled grunting and when I looked, one of the younger slaves was actively riding the cock of the main handler. The slave was sitting on the handler's lap and moving his ass up and down. The result is that the handler was laying back with his head and back against the wall and this young slave doing all the work.
It didn't take long for the handler to grunt hard and cum inside the slave, after which he knocked the slave off his lap and glared at me. What happened next made my stomach turn, he got up, left that cell and came into mine.
"Open wide slave" he said as he spit in my face. I didn't and my balls paid the price. As I opened my mouth to scream, he stuck his cock into my mouth and told me to clean it. It tasted nasty. I could taste the slave's ass and what I assumed was the handler's cum. When it was decided I wasn't putting enough effort into it, my balls were shocked again. Finally, after pulling out and deciding it was clean enough, the handler started pissing in my face.
"Get used to it slave, I'm sure the man that buys you will only be after that virgin ass." The handler said as he turned around and left.
The next couple of weeks were spent in what is best described as classes. We were taught the laws about slavery. What we could do (which was pretty much anything we were told by our owner) and what we couldn't do (which was say no to anything we were told to do). We were taught how to stand, basically parade rest, how and when to kneel, how to present objects and some basic ways to interact with our potential owners.
At night, I got some private lessons on how to suck a cock, willingly or unwillingly, drink piss, clean off dirty cocks, and even how to suck the cum out of a slave's recently fucked ass. The handlers routinely fucked slaves at night, but only the ones that were certified as non-virgin.
The head handler had taken a liking to my mouth. He would come into my cell and after a few nights, I knew exactly what to do. I would kneel in the center of my cell with my mouth open and not move. Usually I was just mouth fucked, but if he had been fucking another slave, I was supposed to lick his cock clean starting at his balls and working up to the head. Then he would mouth fuck me.
After about three weeks, we were told that we were now ready to be auctioned off. I kept thinking about the fact that if I didn't sell for enough money, that my family was in danger. So, I was trying my best to behave. I had not caused any trouble. I had been on my best behavior. So, I was hopeful.
The first sales day came and I was put into a line up with about 20 other slaves and I stood there trying to look proud, but only one guy looked at me and after seeing my history and troublemaker label, he left.
The second sales day came and it went pretty much the same as the first. The handlers were coming into my cell at night laughing at me and spitting in my face but I took it.
On the third sales day I over heard the sales guy telling one of the buyers that they were motivated to move me and would take any reasonable offers, but again he passed. Now these had all been large public sales. Most of the slaves that were sold went to wealthy families or large companies. The younger slaves, or slaves listed as pleasure slaves, always went fast. But me, being 24, I was considered old and with my troublemaker status, it was quickly becoming apparent to me that I was in trouble.
That night, one of the handlers came into my cell and started telling me how worthless I was and that my son would bring a better price than I ever would, and I snapped. When he shoved his cock into my mouth for his nightly blowjob, I bit him. I drew blood. I could feel the warm iron flavored liquid filling my mouth as he screamed and hit the button that dropped me to the floor.
Medics came running. The head handler came and I was pulled from the cell and put into what could only be described as a box. I could hear shouting and screaming but couldn't understand what they were saying.
A couple of hours later I was taken from the box and locked into a chair in front of the head handler and some other people I didn't know. From what was said, the handler's were not allowed to be using the slaves after hours so there was a big inquiry now taking place.
"Its in everyone's best interest to get this slave sold." One of the men in suits said.
Everyone seemed to agree and the next day I was transferred to another slave facility.
On my first day I was placed into a line up with several other slave, four in total, and brought into small room where this older guy dressed in what looked like a tailor-made suit, was sitting smoking a cigar. He had a slave kneeling at his side, but he also had a younger slave standing in front of him.
The salesman was talking about each of the slaves in the line and the first two seemed to be some kind of criminals sold into slavery by the government. The guy in the chair, smoking his cigar waved them off quickly. He didn't have any interest in them. That left one slave that was even older than I was and me.
The guy and the salesman were talking and all the time the young slave standing in front of the well dressed man, stood there allowing the man to feel him up. The man stuck his fingers into the young slave's mouth and smiled around his cigar. Then he took his moistened fingers and shoved them into the slave's ass turning the slave so that the salesman couldn't see.
"Ten thousand for both..." I heard the man say as I saw the young slave's face contort from the finger fuck he was taking.
"Oh Sir..." the salesman said and countered with 14k.
I kept hearing them talk about retraining, but I didn't know what all that meant.
They seemed to settle on 11k for both the young slave and me. I was pretty sure this would cover my debt, but I was still worried and the salesman seemed resigned to sell me cheap. I was trying to figure out how all this would work when I saw the young slave sink to his knees and the older kneeling slave next to the man reach over and take out the well-dressed man's cock.
He was so smug looking. Dressed in a nice suit, big cigar in his jaw, and a look of arrogance on his face. He leaned back and I got a great view of his very large cock in a very small mouth. But this young slave must have been well trained because he wasn't chocking or fighting against the hand on the back of his head. If anything, the young slave seemed comfortable or used to this kind of use.
Now I had seen plenty of slaves fucked or give blow jobs in the training facility, but this is the first time I had ever seen anyone get a blowjob in public like this. This guy had no shame it would seem and seemed to relish the attention he was getting.
The salesman was visibly shaken and left the room for a few minutes during which the guy in the chair was getting rougher and rougher with his face fucking of the young slave. Oddly, the older slave kneeling by chair didn't seem moved or shocked by what he was watching.
At one point, the guy had a hand on each side of the younger slave's head and was physically forcing his entire cock into the slave's mouth and throat, all the time, puffing away on his cigar. When the ash on his cigar got too long, I noticed the older slave hold out his hand and the man in the chair simply flicked the ashes into his hand. It was as if this was normal, to be face fucking a slave in public like this.
The salesman returned with some paperwork and an inkpad. The guy in the chair didn't seem like he wanted to remove his hand from the young slave's head. He looked at the kneeling slave and that's when the kneeling slave put his hand on the back of the young slave's head. At this the guy took his hand off and presented it to the salesman who inked up his thumb and pushed it onto the paperwork, I assume it was the bill of sale, just moments before the guy in the chair violently shook as he came into the younger slave's mouth.
The man that bought me stood up and the kneeling slave next to him zipped up his pants before standing up behind him. They walked out of the room with the man talking under his breath to his slave. The salesman took the younger slave and I into a back room and we were told to kneel.
Once I was kneeling, a handler came over to me with some kind of scanner and I heard a few beeps then he moved to the young slave and repeated the process. From what I can figure out, we were having the chip in the back of our neck updated to show we were owned and who owned us.
Then I saw the older slave come into the room and wait by the door. The young slave was fitted with a metal collar and after a couple of minutes during which he was read something from the salesman and nodded, he was told to stand and was given to the older slave. Then they left the room.
Now the salesman came to me and started reading the bill of sale to me. "You have been purchased according to the debt decree by the court for 2k. That does not cover your debt. The court may order further sales to payoff your debt. Your new owner is Victor Wilberforce. By request of his father, the slave is to be sent to a slave training facility for further training and will be presented to Mr. Victor Wilberforce for his Coming-of-Age Day in ten days time. If the slave fails to complete the training, or is deemed to be untrainable, the sale will be canceled, and the slave will be returned to the slave training facility."
I could barely concentrate on what the salesman was saying after he said I didn't cover the cost of my debt. But I didn't really have time to think, I was collared with a metal collar and taken to a cell to await my transport to yet another training facility.