My Brother Tony, the Penury Slave
Part Eleven
By Randall Austin
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When Gabriel told Tony that it was unlikely that he would ever be able to visit the same little coastal town in Mexico that we had just returned from, and Tony had asked, "Why not?" Gabriel responded, "Because we love you, man!" There was silence.
Gabriel opened the folder in front of him with the court documents, and slid the entire folder across the table to Tony. Tony looked down at the top document, the court ruling on his lifetime enslavement, and gazed at it in silence for a long time. A tear fell on the document. Gabriel comforted, "It's for the best, Tony."
Tony softly cried, "Gabriel, I thought you were here for me, on my side. You told me you would fight for me, Gabriel?"
"I did Tony, believe me. Dad and the three of us had a meeting with Indigent Services, and when everything was finally laid out on the table, there was no other way for dad to go. They presented us with a mountain of evidence indicating that you would eventually be happiest and most comfortable with this amended service order."
Tony asked, "What does this document mean? It says that on December 5, 2014, I become the property of Lorenzo DeStasio. Does that mean dad is going to let me live with him?"
"You are currently owned by Mr. Edward Blazer for the rest of your three year term. He can do what he wants with you, resell you for the remainder of your term or keep you. But your three-year term is up on December 5, in 2014. At that time you automatically become a lifer slave owned by dad. But no, dad does not intend to keep you."
"He's going to sell me at another auction?"
Gabriel continued in a calm, soothing, brotherly, loving, voice. "He is going to let a brokerage firm handle you. They will send you through what's called `deep training' and put the finishing touches on you to ensure that dad gets top dollar from your sale. The brokerage firm dad is looking at doesn't have auctions. In fact, it's kind of classy. You get to walk down a runway, just like Miss America, and show everyone what you got. The buyers at those events are very high end. You'll be living the good life. They'll have you all oiled and slicked, and looking just like a fashion model. You'll love it."
"And Tony, we have something to tell you that should make you feel very good about yourself." Tony's eyes, glazed with tears, shot out a ray of hope as Gabriel attempted to soothe him. "We want to be totally honest with you, because this involves family love, justice, and honor. Dad realized you would probably always feel inadequate, not up to the family name, and as though you were letting all of us down. But by selling you, dad has made it possible for you to leave a legacy for all of us that you can be forever proud of. You will no longer have any reason to feel as though you are a loser and a failure."
"Dad intends to give each of us $100,000 from whatever he makes off of your sale, which, it is estimated, could be as high as $650,000. Dad feels strongly that this is the right thing to do because you are such an important part of our family. We are all family, and, as you so well know, we have always shared everything we have with each other. We want you to know that the gift you share with us will live forever. We want you to stop feeling worthless and by this gift you can at last stop being ashamed of what you have become. You will be helping dad's business gain real financial independence at last. And you will be helping each of us realize our dreams by helping us lay a solid financial investment in our futures. Your gift will help us pay off student loans, provide down payments on really nice houses and cars for our wives and kids, and find the security that comes from knowing that our futures are well girded with a solid investment base. All of this is really major, dude, and we all want to thank you for that, from the bottom of our hearts."
Richard seconded, "Yeah man. It's really swell of you, Tony. I love you, Tony."
And I added my gratitude, "You have always been the sweetest, Tony, and this just confirms it. Thanks bro, so much. I love you man!"
Silence followed; not awkward, simply somewhat numbing. I wished we could find some way to excuse ourselves and just go home. So we politely sat with Tony, and all of us were grateful and relieved that he didn't create a scene of either hopeless self-pity or open defiance. The silence was kind of embarrassing, because if we acknowledged that he might be suffering by comforting him, we would then be acknowledging that a lifetime enslavement wasn't exactly the best thing that could happen to someone, and we didn't want him to think that was what we thought about it.
Richard took out a bag of peanuts in the shell, and opened it for all of us to eat from. We all took some and started eating them, but Tony didn't join us. Richard offered, "Tony, join us in some peanuts." Tony nodded 'no', saying he wasn't hungry.
A slave walked down the path about 20 feet from our table looking in our direction. When Tony looked up the slave waved and smiled at Tony, and Tony said, "Hi Andy!"
Then, when Andy had passed, Tony, having gathered his thoughts, furrowed his brow and began to talk. "It just seems like I have been abandoned. I know there was no pressure on dad either way to have me enslaved."
Gabriel was disturbed, "Hold on Tony, you're out of line. Are you trying to say dad had anything but your best interests at heart?"
"I'm no idiot. If he had my best interests at hand, I doubt if I would be looking at a lifetime enslavement order signed by him!"
Gabriel continued, "Just what are you trying to say, Tony? Why do you think he signed your lifetime enslavement order? Go ahead, say it!"
Tony raised his voice, "I don't know why he did, but it seems to me it didn't have to come to this!"
Joshua Rangle, exiting the overseers' quarters heard the raised voice and looked in our direction.
"Watch it Tony, don't raise your voice!" warned Gabriel.
"Don't talk to me like that, Gabriel. I thought you cared about me, I thought all of you, and dad, cared about me."
Joshua made his way towards our table.
Richard joined in, "I find it pretty disgusting, Tony, for you to be saying that about any of us, but especially about dad. You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Maybe it's your behavior that's disgusting. Maybe you all should be ashamed of yourselves!"
We were all surprised by Tony's vehemence. Gabriel took control, "Tony, you're a lifer slave now, and I think it's about time you start acting like one and we start treating you like one. I want you to apologize to your brothers and me, right now."
"It's amazing you'd ask me to do that, fucking amazing!" With that Tony picked up the eight or so sheets of his enslavement order from the folder, tore them in half, stood up, tore them in quarters, flung the scraps on the table we were sitting at, and started to stomp off in anger. Joshua Rangle, closing in, shouted, "Tony!" Tony froze in his tracks.
Joshua, looking at Tony in wonderment, came over and sat on the picnic bench next to ours and instructed Tony, "Take off your pants and come and get yourself over my knee." Tony's anger seemed to leave him and he looked, instead, confused and lost. "For hesitating, take off all of your clothes right now and come and place yourself over my knee." Tony moved slowly, but Joshua urged him on, "You know what will happen if you don't obey this order."
Tony must have known what would happen to him if he didn't obey, and a giant schoolboy frown came over his face as he fumbled with his shirt buttons and removed his shirt. It was amazing. Tony was suddenly stopped in his tracks and starting to obey. I was actually glad to see him humbled and get so embarrassed after the way he was acting. He stooped down to take off his large black slave work shoes and white socks. He then stood, turned his back towards us, let his trousers drop, stood and stepped out of them, and quickly went over to Joshua and got over his lap, keeping his private parts; if you can call them that on a slave; hidden from our view. As Joshua adjusted Tony over his lap he said, "We spank lifer slaves extra hard around here." Even though Tony had muscled out dramatically in just a few months, Joshua was a strong and very fit man, with big hands, and was able to keep Tony's arms pinned behind his back with his left hand alone, and with his right hand he spanked Tony's flanks in a way I had never imagined could be done. Joshua used a wide canvas in spanking Tony. Every part of Tony's twin globes got it, as did the legs going down to the knee. Joshua knew how to repeat a blow to the same spot to elicit especially sharp howls from Tony. In no time Tony was kicking and scissoring his legs, and crying like a baby.
I looked at Richard, our glances caught, and I saw a little smile fleet across his face, which he quickly stifled. Shame on my little brother! Joshua continued offering Tony the only kind of guidance he seemed capable of understanding. His hand spanking technique was artful.
He knew how to make a spanking really hurt. With his big hands he knew which recently spanked targets to respank. He knew how to keep a slave howling. He knew how to turn an adult male into a crybaby.
Tony was screaming, kicking, and scissoring, with snot flying out of his nose. I looked back at Richard, I smiled too, and Richard's smile turned into a little uncontrolled giggle, which he immediately tried to stop by putting his hand over his mouth. Gabriel looked at us, shook his head as if in reprimand, then suddenly a huge smile took over his face as well. By this time Richard's giggle had turned into a snicker which he couldn't keep down, we all made eye contact, and suddenly we all broke loose with loud bursts of uncontrollable laughter at our brother Tony getting spanked like a little kid. We quickly silenced ourselves, but with difficulty, as the occasional snicker kept emerging.
Tony looked goofy, and it was funny, with his big nose ring and funny haircut, with him crying and kicking and flopping around like an eleven-year-old schoolboy. Even though we quickly silenced our laughter when Joshua gave us an annoyed look, Tony must have heard it. There was my 26 years old brother, getting a bare-naked spanking over the knees of a guy who could be his father.
Gabriel took out his digital camera, gave us a devilish smile, and took a few snapshots of Tony getting it.
The spanking went on longer than I would have imagined. When it was over Joshua immediately pulled Tony up into a standing position by the hair clump on the left side of his head. It was the first full body view we had of Tony in some time. He was really muscling out. And his giant penis ring was as obvious as his nose ring. Joshua spoke to Tony, somewhat quietly about the need for him to obey now that he was a lifer slave. Tony seemed to really want to please Joshua, because when Joshua lectured him he started crying again, just like a schoolboy getting lectured.
Tony's dick was slightly hard, and was rising up and down slightly as he cried during Joshua's lecture. We all just sat watching our lifer brother get lectured. When the lecture was over, Joshua pulled Tony by his hair clump over to our table, and had him sit back down with us at the table. Joshua explained, "Freshly spanked slaves stay naked." Then he added, "Now that you're a lifer slave, Tony, we're going to be keeping you on a shorter rein."
Joshua sat down at the table with us, Richard pointed out the peanuts, and Joshua started eating some. Gabriel gathered the torn documents and put them in his folder, "Good thing these were just photocopies."
I saw Elliott come out of the overseers' building, I waved at him, he waved back and started walking towards us. I was glad he was coming over, since I hoped the diversion would ease some of the awkwardness. As Elliott approached he shouted, "How you guys doing over here?"
"Just great! Come and join us," shouted Richard back. Elliot sat down at the picnic table with us, next to Tony. "Seems a little glum over here." I answered Elliott by saying that Tony was just trying to take in what we told him. Elliott flashed his toothy grin, "So you told him!" Elliot reached over and started rubbing the seated Tony's bald head, "Cool, huh? You're a lifer slave now Tony! You join the big boys now. You thought you were outta here in three years. Surprise!" Elliott laughed, watching for Tony's reaction.
Richard reached over, as if to compensate for Elliott's insensitivity, and put his arm around Tony. Elliott, noticing the gesture, spoke up, "You guys just aren't used to handling slaves. They aren't going to break from rough handling and a little spanking. Tony here isn't a china doll. I mean, just look at the muscles on this guy now that he has had a couple of months of hauling 200 pound hides all day long. He could beat any one of us in a fight. Hell, he could take us all on!" We were all happy to hear the compliment, even Tony, regardless of where Elliott was going with it.
"You seem to be having trouble dealing with Tony, in a straightforward fashion. I know you want to come off as nice guys to your own brother and appear to be decent human beings. But let me tell you something my dad taught Brandon and me, and which has made a big change in the way we both deal with slaves. Dad taught us that there is simply nothing wrong with slapping, spanking, teasing, paddling, restraining, exercising, tawsing, or whipping a slave. Nothing at all. This is the 21st century after all, and it is time that such medieval notions that there might be something wrong with disciplining slaves were done away with. A slave's duty is to serve. That's all. You need to realized that slaves have the same basic human rights as everyone else, and those rights are protected by international law. We prod slaves to serve with the threat of the paddle. Big deal! Everyone out in the job market is prodded to serve just as well. It may not be with the paddle, but such things as the threat of lower pay or being fired have far more serious consequences than getting your tit pinched or having your fanny smacked. I mean, I just want to say to those squeamish slave lovers, "It's no big fucking deal being a slave. Get over it! And don't fucking judge me because I have to paddle the ass of your lazy ass slave brother who would need a 24 hour baby sitter if he wasn't enslaved! Fuck it pisses me off!" Joshua smiled hugely, patted Tony on the back, and said, "Easy there, big fella! I know life is hard." We all laughed. Elliott loudest of all.
As the two overseers ate their peanuts, they chatted a little business. "Elliott, we've got a lot of work to do on Tony in the days ahead, now that he's a lifer slave." Elliott obviously liked the prospect of an increased work load, since he smiled as he told Tony, "We're going to be teaching you lots of cool stuff in the days ahead that only lifer slaves get to learn!"
Gabriel, who had been looking at Tony's naked body as he sat at the table, told him he looked "awesome". He reached across Richard, who sat between them, and felt Tony's muscled arms and chest. He then told Tony to stand up. Tony looked at Joshua. I saw no signal from Joshua that told Tony to stand up and obey his brother, but Tony must have, since he stood up, with a blank look on his face.
Gabriel explained, "Ok Tony, I want to take some pictures for dad. I've already got some cool snaps of your ballsack dangling between your legs along with the other slave butts as you worked the hides, and I got one of you over Joshua's knees kicking and screaming as you were getting spanked, but now I want a shot that will show dad how you are developing. I want you to strike a muscle-boy pose for me now, so I can take some pictures."
Tony didn't know what to do.
Joshua encouraged, "Come on Tony. Flex those muscles." Tony did a halfhearted attempt.
Gabriel explained, "Tony, get into it. Bulge those biceps, spread those legs, and smile."
Elliott got up and went beside Tony, and started doing exaggerated muscle boy poses, telling Tony to imitate him, all the while playfully mugging for the camera. Gabriel shot a picture of Elliott and we all laughed. Finally Tony joined in, somewhat less distracted and Gabriel was able to get a few good shots. Gabriel was pleased; "I think I got some good shots for dad and our friends. It's amazing the way Tony has developed. Dad will be super pleased. If Tony keeps muscling out like this, in three years' time when we send him to market he should do very well for dad."
"But there is one thing I'm noticing that causes me some concern. His arms and torso are developing very nicely, but the legs and thighs aren't bulking up. If he keeps developing as he is, won't that create an unbalanced look?"
Joshua answered, "You're right, Gabriel. But don't worry about that for now. You just come out here about 8 months before his lifer term kicks in, and we can evaluate him. Then we can work him in the evenings for you. We could probably solve the leg and thigh problem by just putting him on the automated treadmill for an hour every evening after supper. We'll get him bulked up for you."
Elliott smiled playfully, "Come market day your little piggy will make you boys nice and rich." He then offered some information. "I'll let you in on a little secret." He went up to Tony and grabbed his balls with his left hand, and used his thumb to move the cock off to the side. He turned the scrotum and felt underneath to bring the balls into clear view. "Get rid of these two pesky little boy berries about four months before he goes to market, replace them with extra large artificial testes for cosmetic reasons, and he will not only muscle out dramatically, but it will make him look even younger than he already does. These benefits are short lived, but they usually can add up to $50,000 on the asking price. And as an additional benefit, if you snip these two little troublemakers out, you won't be getting any more lip from Tony. Taking a slaves' balls away usually mellows out the overly frisky, problem, boys, like Tony, real nicely. And Noland can perform the castration for you right here, at a huge savings from what it would cost you at the Bureau of Slaves or a private physician."
Gabriel wondered, "I see that one can do all of these things to slaves to up their price, but isn't there some danger that in the sales room when the brokers let clients see what's available that a slave like Tony could act up and ruin the sale, causing a lower sale price?"
Elliott laughed. 'I know that's in the minds of first time slave dealers, but let me tell you that the brokerage houses that are on your list would never risk such a thing. That's what `deep training' programs are all about. You wouldn't want to know what they do to slaves in those programs, but let me assure you, when Tony is inspected, or put on the block, or walks naked down the runway, he is going to be behaving like the sweetest little angel boy you could imagine. Those brokerage firms are able to get top dollar and maintain their high end reputations precisely because they know how to get even the most ornery convict slave to behave when they're up on the block or walking the runway. They get 'em to behave like little lambs."
Gabriel thanked him, "That's very reassuring, thank you Elliott. I'll pass that on to my dad because we were all wondering about just such a matter last night. Wondering if Tony would be able to fuck the sale up in any way."
"There's no way that will ever happen. Stop worrying. Those brokerage firms are professionals." Elliott smiled and rubbed Tony on the head. "You hear that Tony? When we get you all fattened and muscled up, your daddy and brothers are going to take you to market." We all chuckled at Elliott's joke, and found his ability to lighten difficult situations a real balm. Elliott put his hand on Tony's back, and led him back to the table.
Joshua announced that he had to get back to work, and thanked us for the peanuts. When he left, Elliott ordered Tony to pick up all of the peanut shells. Tony immediately started gathering the peanut shells and putting them into the empty peanut bag, as we all watched him in silence.
Elliott stretched and smiled, "You guys want to play some tennis?" Richard replied, "That sounds great. That's one of Tony's favorite pastimes."
"I'm sorry, I was just asking you guys. Tony's got to get back to work. Which reminds me, I'd better get him back on the tannery floor right now. Tony, put your shoes on and gather your clothes!" Tony got up from the desk, walked to his clothes, sat in the grass and put his socks on and his big black awkward looking slave shoes. Elliott got up, and from a pocket in his cargo pants took out a pair of blinkers' or blinders'. He called Tony over, and put the black band around Tony's head. Two large blinders at the sides stuck up and out, preventing Tony from seeing anywhere but forward. Elliott grabbed Tony by the cock and said to us, "I'm taking this guy back to the tannery. I'll be right back after I get Tony cock and nose-ringed secured, and cinched back down on the tannery floor."
We shouted out our goodbyes, and Tony had to turn almost completely around in order to see us. He said a quiet goodbye and looked absolutely pathetic as he stood there naked in his big black shoes, horse blinkers, and his giant nose and cock rings glinting in the sun. Elliott tugged his prick and led him down the path to the tannery.
To Be Continued...
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