My Brother Tony, the Penury Slave
Part Seven
By Randall Austin
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We all made our way into the medic room, which was quite spacious. Noland left Tony standing in the middle of the room after leading him half way into the room by his hair, and went over to a counter with medical supplies. Next to the counter was a medic treatment chair, which could be adjusted to hold a patient in almost any position. Luke and his friends had gathered around the chair as Noland pulled supplies out of the cabinets. When he was ready he ordered Tony to come and have a seat in the `treatment chair', an order which made Luke and his friends' high-five each other.
Tony didn't move, so Noland, with a grin, waggled his finger at him and said, "Time to come and have a seat in the snipping chair, Tony."
Tony just stood frozen. I was embarrassed, what with all the nice folks who came to watch. Gabriel was too, and encouraged Tony, "Come on Tony, just do what you're told." I was starting to feel resentment towards Tony for his having put my family through this entire ordeal, and now for needlessly stretching the whole thing out.
The overseers didn't seem to mind at all that Tony was hesitating, and in fact seemed to be relishing in his fear and the little show he was putting on. So they watched with interest as Gabriel spoke to him, "Tony, why do you always have some kind of problem doing what you're told?
Tony was stunned by Gabriel's tone, and called out his name through his tears, but Gabriel cut him off immediately, "Come on Tony, we've put up with your whining for almost a month now. Now it's finally time for you to do what you're told, and take your medicine. Just march over to that chair and keep your mouth shut." Tony, confused and stunned, looked at Gabriel.
"You've embarrassed us enough" said Gabriel as he walked towards Tony. Again, a very distraught Tony uttered, "Gabe?" But Gabriel just wanted to get the thing over with, and in a sudden and surprising move he grabbed Tony by the shoulders, spun him around, and pushed Tony towards the chair before he knew what was happening. Then, before Tony had a chance to resist, Gabriel grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down into the seat of the chair; "Now sit down in the damn chair like you're supposed to!" Noland, grateful for the help, was on Tony in an instant securing him immediately to the chair by the chair's belly strap. Gabriel forcefully held Tony down by the shoulders as Noland secured the strap.
Sarah said, "God, why is Tony being such a jerk?" Luke answered, "That's the way a lot of slaves are. Most of them are airheads. They really don't know any better."
Gabriel's treatment of Tony was rough, but I understood his outburst. I also just wanted to get the whole thing over with.
When Noland finally had the belly strap secured, he said triumphantly, "We got you!" Tony started kicking his legs wildly trying to break free, so I rushed up eager to help, and with both arms held his right leg tight against the movable chair leg. I guess I was as stressed out as Gabriel was, and just wanted the ordeal over with. Noland quickly took advantage of my assistance and strapped Tony's leg to the chair leg with a thigh strap, a strap just below the knee, and ankle strap. Tony's right leg was now secured. Gabriel held Tony's kicking left leg in the same way and Noland also strapped it down in three places. Gabriel tried to offer Tony practical advice, "Has it sunk into your head, Tony boy, that you can't go on resisting any more. I don't mean with just sitting in this medic chair. I mean with your whole fucking life. It's time you start doing what you're told. Only now you no longer have a choice. Now you HAVE to do what Mr. Blazer, his sons, and his overseers tell you to do."
"You got that right, dude!" Seconded Elliott.
Tony, paying attention only to his predicament, started flailing his arms, still desperately thinking he could break away. Gabriel, acting on the heat of the moment, picked up the super stinging martinet, a short whip with a six inch handle and nine leather 11 inch strips, from the medic tray and swiped Tony three fast and furious blows across his left shoulder, "Just settle down, you asshole!" Tony yelped and swore as Gabriel and Noland then had the advantage to secure the straps to both of his arms in three places. As Gabriel pinned Tony's arms he vented, "It's time you start showing respect for people. You're no longer Mr. Hotshot! Have you got that?"
Again, I knew that Gabriel's rough treatment of Tony was, like mine, born out of the anguish that had built up in us from all of the heartbreak Tony had caused dad.
Finally secured from lashing out, Noland secured the head strap about Tony's head and secured it to the headrest. It held his head fast and firm, and had the advantage of hiding his ridiculous looking hair clumps from view. I was really embarrassed by the way Tony had been acting in front of Brandon, Elliot, and Luke, three really neat cool guys, and Luke's pals. But none of them seemed to really mind, and Luke and his friends were laughing and swilling their beer as all of this was going on.
One of the straps on Tony's arm was twisted, so Luke set down his beer and came over, and redid the strap. As he went back and picked up his beer he jokingly asked Brandon if he would get paid for the overtime work he just performed, since he was off duty. Luke's friend Byron answered before Brandon could, "Luke, you know you enjoyed helping out. You love controlling slaves. That's all you talk about when we're drinking. How great it feels." Luke and his guests were really stoked by now, laughing it up, acting silly, and having a good time.
Noland put on surgical gloves and a medic hat. Brandon turned towards Luke's pals and said, "That getup makes him look like he knows what he's doing." Ignoring the laughter, Noland approached Tony's chair and cranked the leg bars which spread Tony's legs very far apart. He then pulled up a chair in front of Tony, sat down in it, and with a foot pedal raised the level of Tony's procedure chair so that his crotch was at a comfortable work level for himself.
Tony in a raised chair, with his legs widely spread, gave everyone a very clear view of his equipment. Noland pulled a metal tray attached to a flexi-arm from the side of the chair and positioned it beneath Tony's balls. He pulled Tony's balls and cock and made sure that his entire unit was lying on the table.
The audience quieted down a bit as Noland took a white cotton cloth saturated with alcohol, and swathed it around Tony's prick, making sure every fold of his prick was doused in alcohol. Tony started screaming. Noland told him it was for his own good, "Just trying to sterilize the little guy for you, man."
Luke asked, "Do you guys want him gagged?" All of his friends tried to answer at once, but Casper won the floor, "Hell no, man! I want to hear him scream. That should be half the fun."
As I watched Noland working on Tony, with Elliott and Brandon Blazer standing guard, all with their nice clothes and nice hair, I thought of how they were the kind of boys Tony wanted to be. They were rich boys, and their hair and clothes showed it. Tony was always trying to pass himself off as a rich boy. That lie he was living for so long now ended him up in the processing chair.
Drake was complimentary, "Quite a sausage the kid's got on him!" Elliott interjected, "Yeah, too bad that's all the Dago has going for him." Brandon shook his head at his brother, and then looked at my brothers and me, "Don't take any personal offense at my kid brother's remarks. He forgets from time to time that we're part Italian on my mother's side." Richard told him how cool that was. Elliott apologized, "Sorry guys, you know how it is. It gets a little crazy in here when were fixing the herd."
Noland came forward with a marker pen and a portable autoclave, for sterilizing instruments. "Ok Tony, were going to turn you into a real American boy, not like those damn smegma ridden Europeans with their skins flopping all over the place."
Noland sat back down in the chair in front of Tony and pulled the foreskin forward. Tony started quivering. Everyone moved in closer as Noland took an unusual bell shaped instrument and fit it over the head of Tony's dick. He pulled the foreskin forward over the bell and secured it with a clamp. He marked the area he would be snipping with the skin marker pen. Everyone leaned forward. Tony had an expression of terror on his face, and his mouth was half open. Noland opened the autoclave, took a fearful looking scalpel, held it to the mark, and then very quickly sliced the skin all around the bell. Only as he completed the snip job did Tony's awful howl actually escape his mouth. Noland acted fast to staunch the blood, and there seemed to be, surprisingly, not that much bleeding. After two more irrigations of the cut, and Tony's non-stop howling, he sprayed on an antiseptic which contained a topical anesthetic. Tony immediately quieted down." And so did the rest of us, with a collective, "Whew!"
Tony had a normal sized dick, but it was fatter than average. On seeing it skinned, Noland said, "Wow, that's a nice fat cock head on you Tony. That's going to be an easy one to punch and ring." He then asked us, "Now doesn't Tony's dick look a hell of a lot better?"
Sarah said, "Yeah, I like to see my man exposed. I don't like a guy whose thing is in hiding, I like to see everything a guy's got."
I realized then I had a massive hardon. Embarrassed, I ran out of the room pretending I was overcome by the horror of the circumcision. Out in the hallway I realized only when it was too late that the two chained slaves saw me adjusting my trousers and trying to hide my erection. I wanted it to hurry and go back down because I didn't want to miss Tony's nose and dick ringing, but it wasn't going down so I decided to go for a quick walk outside.
It was by now mid afternoon, and the warm and bright sun was such a relief from the tension and the sense of enclosure downstairs in the processing room. It felt good to back in a world of sunlight that I knew.
I noticed that there was another cinder block building right next to the one I was in. I decided to take a walk around the buildings to check them out. As I approached the far side of the second building I heard talking and laughter. I turned the corner and there were five slaves, and on seeing me they immediately stood up straight, dropped their arms to their sides, and stopped all talking and laughing. I was surprised and said, "Oh, hello!" They responded in rough unison, "Sir, hello, sir." There were five guys, all about my age, with weird haircuts, giant nose rings, grey slave clothes, big black shoes, standing at attention for me. It was awkward. I said, "I'm sorry I disturbed you." and turned and walked away.
Only when I was some steps removed did I hear their talking resume. As I walked back to the processing room it struck me that the five slaves I had just run into were like the three slaves being processed right now; they were all better than average looking guys. I wondered if that was coincidence.
As soon as I entered the building I could hear Tony howling from downstairs. I hurried myself to get back down, and as I reentered the processing room Noland just started spraying Tony's punched nose with an antiseptic and topical anesthetic. His howling immediately stopped. Gabriel saw me and hugged me and offered comfort, "I'm glad you're back here for Tony. I know its tough man."
As Noland was inserting a very large three and a quarter inch diameter ring into Tony's punched septum, Byron asked why the rings had to be so large. Noland answered that big rings were needed to ensure that the plastic-chain could slide easily. "The boys on the floor are all twisting at slightly different angles as they process the hides on their hands and knees, so there needs to be some leeway for the chain as it moves through the work boys' nose and cock rings. And the big ring also prevents the slaves from fucking each other, which is pretty much what slave boys would be doing all the time if we didn't keep them ringed." My brothers and I were totally embarrassed to hear that that's what Tony would be doing if they didn't take measures to prevent it.
As Noland brought the ends of the nose ring together he said, "There, he's starting to look like a real slave now." I had to agree with him, Tony really looked like a slave now. And like a slave, he was refusing to make eye contact with me, but I guess his refusal to look at us was from shame.
"How in the hell do they eat with that ring hanging in front of their mouths?" asked Byron. Luke explained that the slaves had to hold the ring in the up position as they ate.
As Brandon walked over towards my brothers and me, Casper jokingly asked, "Brandon, can I be your slave? Would you buy me?" Brandon said, "I'd consider it. Take off your clothes so I can check you out." My brothers and I joined Luke and his friends in their laughter.
Drake used the broken tension as an opportunity to ask Luke a question that a lot of free guys, who aren't around slaves too much, wonder about. "So, Luke, tell me. In England everyone knows that slaves are considered for all kinds of use, and that means everything. You know what I mean. But here in America everything about slavery, even slavery itself, is under covers. So I'm just wondering, do your slaves, uhh..."
Luke broke in, "So you're wondering if our slaves `multitask'?" Everyone broke out in loud laughter. "All I can say is that we certainly can get our slaves to do anything those Englishmen get their slaves to do." Loud laughter again followed, without Drake's question having really been answered to his, or my own, satisfaction.
Elliott, who loved engaging in any banter that demeaned slaves, was all smiles. "Joshua, our head overseer, calls the slaves `girlyboys', because they have to act more like girls than guys now that they're slaves. Consider; they don't have girl friends like real men do, they don't have jobs like real men do, they have to do the things that we guys tell them to do, and they have to sit down when they pee, because of their giant cock rings. Those are all things that girls do. And they have to do a lot of other stuff that girls do, too."
Elliott was enjoying humiliating Tony, but I think he realized he was starting to embarrass my brothers and me as well, so he stopped.
As Noland was digging through his cupboards looking for supplies, Brandon held out a piece of paper for Gabriel; "For the good of Tony we would like your signature on this sheet of paper. Our slave force is half convict slave, and half poor boys. As you may know, convict slaves are subject to a different, slightly more strict, disciplinary code than poor boy slaves. We, as overseers, have many discipline options on a penury slave like Tony, but if we can get a family member to sign this, it would give us the right to treat Tony with the same methods we use on the convict slaves. We call it `direct discipline'. And while it would allow for a broader array of punishment options and greater severity in discipline procedures, that is not the reason we ask this. It just ensures that all of our slaves are treated alike. Right now, we have signatures from the families of all our penuries for the increased discipline option for this reason; It's not to be harsh. Slaves don't get punished at all if they behave. But it insures that all slaves are treated equally. Let me tell you, I have seen cases where convict slaves really make life hard on a penury slave, treating them like sissies and so on. It just would help insure Tony doesn't receive any hazing from the other slaves. The others then wouldn't consider him a privileged slave. Let me tell you, the slaves can make life hell on someone like that. The signature will simply help Tony to fit in more, and make life here, really, a lot easier for him."
Gabriel, with some hesitation, answered, "Well, that sounds good to me." Brandon continued, "The slight advantage this gives us overseers makes it a useful reform tool, and helps ensure that when Tony does return home, he will be serious about getting a job, and not hesitate when his boss tells him to do something."
Seeing Gabriel still hesitate, Brandon encouraged, "It's nothing severe man, it just helps us to treat all the slaves equal, and ends up making them happier work boys."
Tony was by now looking at Gabriel with a giant frown through his tear-streaked face, and called out to him. That was too much for Elliott, who went up to the completely bound and immobile Tony, squeeze pinched his right tit, and gave it a harsh twist, "Listen you fucking total dog, don't you get it?" Tony yelped, his face contorted in agony. "There's a lot we'll be teaching you in the days ahead about how to behave. Rule number one is keep your fucking mouth shut at all times. We don't care what you have to say. We tell you what to do, we don't ask you, and then you do it without saying anything. Have you got that, little woman?" There was no answer. "When we ask you a question, then you answer it, cuntface!" Tony cried out, "Yes." Elliott let go of his tit, and walked away, giving a big smile to Luke's pals to see if they enjoyed the scolding he gave Tony. He got the thumbs up from all the guys.
Gabriel, unsure of what to do, and wanting to get away from having to answer Brandon for the moment, went up to Tony and put his hands on his shoulders, "Don't you worry, brother. I want you to know everything is going to be alright."
Brandon, seeing the tender moment between the brothers, decided to let his request for a signature drop for the moment.
At that moment the door to the medic room opened and in walked the head overseer, Joshua Rangle, pulling along side of him two young slaves which he held by their hair tufts, one in each hand. "How's everything going in here?"
Brandon answered him by telling him all was on schedule, and introduced my brothers and me to him. Joshua was an impressive looking man, in his mid fifties, very healthy and strong looking, and still handsome. Brandon explained that Joshua was the guy who brands the slaves for the company. Joshua said that he would be ready for branding shortly. Then, indicating the two young slaves he still held on to by their hair clumps, said "But first I'm taking these two bucks in for a spanking." The young slaves, in their grey fatigues and big black hard labor shoes, looked very embarrassed to be on display in front of guests. "They were playing around on the fork lift and rammed into wall. They could have seriously injured themselves or someone else. After their spankings I'm fitting them with butt plugs and making them run on the hamster wheel for an hour. That'll get the devil out of them."
As he left I thought how incredible it was that he guided the slaves along by their hair tufts, as though that was the most natural way to lead around another human being. The way a vet picks up a kitten by the skin at its nape. And Tony, taking in the fact that his hair clumps would be used to guide him along in a demeaning fashion, and that he would be constantly monitored from now on, and probably be getting spanked and punished for any infraction, looked more dismayed than ever as he faced his dick piercing.
Noland sat back down in front of Tony, pulled his dick, which was bandaged from just behind the glans, and laid it back onto the little operating table.
A cell phone rang and Noland answered it. "Elliott, it's your dad." As Elliott walked to get the phone he muttered, "Fuck, what in the hell does he want?" Elliott took the phone, said "Hi Dad", and listened into the phone, making expressions of impatience and annoyance to his brother Brandon as he heard his father out. Finally he handed the phone to Brandon, "Dad wants to talk you, bro." Brandon muttered, "Shit!" as he took the phone. Brandon also listened to his dad, shaking his head with a sneer in Elliott's direction. Brandon finished his conversation in what was obviously a tone of feigned respect, "Sure Dad. Of course we'll do that. We'll see you later." When he hung up Brandon and Elliott shared their reactions with each other. "What a damn idiot he is." "Fucking pain in the butt!"
Drake let out, "Oops!" and Luke explained, "They have a little problem with their dad."
Elliott had no qualms about expressing himself, "Our old man is demented. He's constantly nagging us with all kinds of dumb shit he wants us to do." Then turning to Brandon, "We should have him committed. He is seriously losing it."
Obviously there was tension at the tannery, and that increased the anxiety my brothers and I were feeling all the more. The Blazer boys had seemed cruel, but I thought that was some kind of front overseers put on for slaves. I worried that with real tension in their family, they might be tempted to step over the line and take out their frustration on my brother Tony.
To Be Continued...
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