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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