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Texas Slave Market
Chapter 9
A buzzer sounded, and Ralph Bagwell cracked his eyes open. His massive body was sagging on the bottom mattress of a metal bunk bed. The frame squeaked as he yawned and moved his hand over his boxers to rub his crotch. He had only been incarcerated for less than a month and was already fed up with the uncomfortable bed and the stale heat in his concrete cell. Fortunately, he didn't mind the smell of his natural musk. The one bright spot was he had been given a submissive cellmate. Ralph had exclusively been interested in women on the outside, but behind bars, you made do with what you had. His high sex drive needed to be sated, and his huge balls got sore quickly if he did not empty them regularly.
"I'm awake, Bitch!" Ralph growled as he reached up and punched the bed above him forcefully. "Get your ass down here!"
The mattress over his head shifted immediately, and a young, thin, pale boy, barely eighteen, quickly jumped down and knelt. Ralph sat up and hauled his tree trunk legs around to hang off the bed. As his bare feet hit the ground, he looked down and smiled as he scratched the dense bush of hair in his crotch.
"Open up," Ralph said as the young boy complied. "I need to piss."
Ralph let go a stream of dark yellow fluid from his girthy but soft member. It filled the boy's mouth, and he nearly gagged. This was the lad's morning ritual now. Even after several weeks, he was not used to the acrid taste. He knew not to spill much. Ralph would beat his ass raw if he did. He gulped as fast as he could to keep up with the demands of the large man towering over him. The boy pushed his head forward when the stream slowed and suckled the last few drops away.
Ralph closed his eyes as he reached forward and grabbed the boy's shaved head. His large paws curled around the skull. Pulling back, the larger man felt his swelling cock push down the warm, silky throat.
"That's my little girl," Ralph moaned as his dark, hairy legs spread apart, and he began to push in and out. "You like daddy's cock, don't you?"
The boy below him grunted as his throat stretched. Ralph's cock was thick and long when fully engorged once the blood started pouring in. The massive sack that hung underneath contained testicles larger than hen eggs and their mass slapped at the boy's chin.
Ralph was not gentle when he fucked, whether that was a pussy, throat, or ass. It did not take him long to start thrusting deep inside the boy. His cock head emerged from his tight foreskin, and precum spurted out. He listened with satisfaction as the sounds of gagging and gasps for breath could be heard below.
"Take my cock, Bitch!" Ralph shouted as he slapped the boy's face and fucked harder. "Be glad you are just mine. I could always loan you out to the rest of the crew here!"
The boy was turning blue as his throat was plugged and stretched by the massive slab of meat. Spit streamed down his face, and tears fell from his eyes. Above him, he looked at the man who was now his master. Ralph was half Mexican and half Irish. His skin had a bronzed tone, and he was covered in course, dense hair from head to foot. His frame was massive and muscled. He could easily break a man in two with little effort. He broke an inmate's arm on his first day when the man grabbed at his ass. After that day, no one fucked with him.
The boy felt the impact of the huge, heavy, musky orbs as they swung back and forth and hit his chin. Ralph had his head leaned back. He was in his own world, imagining he was smoking a joint and using one of his regular hookers in his former life. The boy on the floor sat on his hands. His smaller, thin cock was at full mast and dripping, but he knew better than to touch it. He was never allowed to touch his cock. Only his master's cock was to be used for pleasure.
As the cum built-in Ralph's balls, his feet curled, and the hair on his chest bristled. The boy looked up and grunted. He knew what the reaction meant and prepared himself.
"FUCK!" Ralph growled with a bearish, deep voice that resonated in the room.
The boy was pulled hard against Ralph's crotch. As the cock shoved deep, warm cum flooded the lad's mouth, and some of it shot through his nose as it drained down his throat. Ralph pounded the skull in his grip as he rode the orgasm to a conclusion. As it crested, he wiggled his hairy toes and grunted twice as his body heaved. He released the boy's head and leaned back. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see the boy's face. Cum dribbled out of the lad's nose and the edges of his mouth.
"Clean my cock and then yourself, Bitch!" Ralph replied.
"Yes, Master," the boy replied as he moved to pull the softening shaft into his mouth.
"Don't waste any of that alpha seed," Ralph said.
"Never, Master," the boy said as he lifted the larger man's shaft and gave each giant orb a tongue bath before leaning back and licking his own face clean.
"What a pussy," Ralph said as he lifted his large foot and pushed on the boy.
His cellmate fell backward. The smaller, stiff cock bounced, and precum flew into the air. Ralph laughed.
"Swallowing cum turns you on, doesn't it, little girl?"
"Yes, Sir," the boy replied as he remained on his back.
"Well, I don't like the look of that hard nub!" Ralph replied as he leaned over and slapped the boy's balls.
The young man groaned as his legs instinctively closed to protect his manhood.
"Don't you hide from me!" Ralph growled as he forced the boy's legs open and punched the exposed balls again.
The young man was crying as his cock deflated.
"That's better," Ralph said as he stood over the boy.
Spreading his two largest toes, he gripped the softened organ and pressed down on it. The boy grunted as he felt the weight on his abdomen and sore crotch.
"When did you cum last?"
"Last week, Sir," the boy grunted in pain. "I had a wet dream."
"Oh, did you?" Ralph asked as he applied more pressure. "Who gave you that permission?"
"No one, Sir," the boy cried out. "It was involuntary. I had not cum in over a month. It just came out."
Ralph pushed harder and held the pressure. His heel angled down, shoving the testicles back inside the boy's body.
"Your body is defying me, bitch. The next time you cum without permission, I'll castrate you."
"Yes, Sir," the boy groaned.
Ralph laughed as he pulled his foot up and stepped over the boy. Grabbing a towel from the sink, he walked to the side of the room, pausing before a large metal door.
"I'm gonna fuck you after lunch. Make sure your pussy is ready."
"Yes, Master," the boy replied.
A buzzer sounded, and the lock on the door disengaged. It was 6 am. Ralph placed the towel around his neck as the metal door slid open. As he stepped out onto the concrete balcony in front of his cell naked, his cellmate slowly got off the floor and followed him out. The two stood side by side as the guards below started roll call. Afterward, the boy spoke.
"May I bathe today, Sir?"
"No," Ralph replied without even looking at him. "But you can make my bed. And lick the toilet bowl clean, too. I want it sparkling when I return."
"Yes, Sir," the boy said, disappointed, as he returned to the cell.
Ralph walked down the line of cells and descended a staircase. The cell block had four levels that surrounded a center room. On the ground floor, a door on one side led to the communal toilets and sinks, and across from it was one that led to the showers. That was Ralph's destination. There was no privacy. Fifteen shower heads protruded from three walls of a large concrete room with several drains. As the large man strutted in, his drained cock and balls swayed in front. He could see the steam had already started to form in the air. Ralph always used the first head on the left, and as he made his way over to it, most of the other prisoners in the room moved away. They knew better than to mess with the big man. However, one man remained. The one using Ralph's shower.
Ralph stopped as he saw the man. This was the new inmate that had arrived the day before. He was about as tall as Ralph but not nearly as built. He was covered in tattoos and gang symbols, but that did not intimidate the larger man in the least.
"That's my shower, hoss," Ralph said in a deep, authoritative voice.
The man in the shower looked over and scoffed.
"Fuck you, man. I was here first."
Ralph's eyes narrowed as he held out the towel from his body. Another prisoner quickly moved to grab it for him as Ralph cracked his knuckles and then placed his fist squarely in his other hand.
"You are new here, so I will let this slide once," Ralph replied as he pounded his fist into his other hand. "But I am the top male on the cell block. My word is law. You better not challenge me."
The tattooed man just smiled as he held his hands up and gave two middle fingers to the beast of a man.
"White power, asshole."
Ralph's eyes turned red. His shoulders bulged as his body flung forward. Before the tattooed man could react, Ralph had one hand gripped around his throat and his body pinned to the wall. The man's feet were lifted from the ground. The man was shocked, and with no other way to defend himself, he kicked hard. The impact slammed into Ralph's body, but he barely flinched as his hand slowly closed. He could feel the man's throat as it was being crushed. The warm blood was pulsing through the constricted veins. He saw the vessels in the man's eyes as they turned red. The tattooed man's face turned pale.
"I'll show you what I do with pathetic racist bastards!" Ralph screamed. "I'm gonna tear that head from your body and fuck a load into your lifeless skull!"
Ralph had lost control yet again. His temper had always gotten him into trouble. His eyes focused on the man before him, who had stopped flailing and now realized his life was over. As the seconds to the end crept closer, voices screamed out from behind.
"Drop him!"
Ralph did not react. His hand squeezed tighter and tighter.
"Drop him now, Bagwell!" came a louder voice.
Ralph could feel the blood in the inmate's throat had stopped pulsing. With satisfaction, he began to twist, anticipating the telltale crack of the man's neck, but a sharp pain hit his back before he could. Soon, two more needle-like barbs followed, and then a surge of electricity. Ralph's body jerked. A loud, deep, guttural scream emerged from his mouth. His grip relaxed, and the tattooed man fell into a slump, but Ralph remained standing. A third guard moved forward and applied another taser before the large man finally fell to the ground with a massive thud.
As Ralph's hands were pulled behind him and tied, the guards attended to the barely breathing tattooed man. Ralph blacked out after that. When his eyes opened again, Ralph was dressed in orange prison-issued clothes with his hands secured behind him and his legs bound in chains. He was in a small, pitch-black, hot room with no windows. The floor didn't even provide relief. He recognized the surroundings instantly.
"The hole, eh?" Ralph replied as he cracked his neck and took a deep breath. "It won't save that bitch. I'm gonna end that white cracker's life as soon as I am out of here."
Just as he had stopped talking to himself, the lights above him came on at full intensity. Ralph shut his eyes and groaned.
"Fuck, man!" Ralph screamed.
The door opened, and four large guards entered the room with their batons drawn. Ralph remained on his knees as they grabbed him and hauled him up. His body was forced forward and down a long hall. When he reached the room at the end, he saw the warden staring back at him. Ralph had been in trouble numerous times before, so he thought he knew the drill.
"You will be happy to know that the prisoner you assaulted will recover fully," the warden said. "Otherwise, you might be looking at murder charges, inmate."
"Racist bastard deserved to die," Ralph growled back. "And he will."
"Ralph Bagwell," the warden replied firmly. "I have a strict three strikes and you are out law in my prison. You may think you are the top dog around here, but I assure you that even your ass can be tamed."
"Keep deluding yourself, old man," Ralph said with a smile.
The warden just stared.
"Given your crimes and attitude issues, the state has decided you would better serve the community as a permanent slave for the rest of your life. You will, therefore, be taken from this place and transported to a slave auction. There, you will be sold. Your proceeds will be matched by the state and distributed to the victims you have harmed."
Ralph's arms and legs bulged as he shot forward. The guards holding him were prepared, however, and held him fast.
"Asshole!" Ralph screamed. "I'll rip out your throat next!"
The warden laughed.
"You will learn respect one way or another, you piece of shit. Guards! Take him away!"
Ralph was picked up as he kicked and screamed. However, the warden had recruited the largest guards to handle the large man, so it did him no good. The guards quickly escorted the prisoner down a hall and through two large metal doors till they came to a loading dock. There, he was bound in heavier chains.
Ralph stared in horror as another guard approached him, smiling with a large knife. In smooth, quick movements, the clothes on his body were stripped away, and he stood naked on the concrete floor. His tattered clothes were tossed in a trash bin as Ralph was then led over to a van filled with other slaves that were on their way to be processed. A ball gag was shoved in his mouth before being locked around his head. His thick arms were lifted and secured above him, and his waist and legs were attached to restraints in the seat. Ralph was furious. He screamed, and spit shot from the sides of the gag as the guards patted his face and smiled.
"Have fun as a slave, bitch," one said. "I just wish I could be there when they break you."
"Maybe they will turn you into a pussy to be bred," said another. "I would pay to see that."
Ralph's eyes turned red as the guards walked out of the van. When the metal door came down, darkness enveloped the men inside. The process had only taken minutes, and Ralph was in a daze. It was warm, and the stench of the sweat and musk of the men inside soon permeated the space. The truck lurched forward, and the chains that held the slaves in place swung and jingled. Several of the men around him were sobbing and crying. Others were yanking on the chains above their heads in vain. Ralph just bit down on the gag and fumed.
The prisoners remained in the truck for an hour before they reached their next destination. When the door opened, a young, skinny boy was marched in and secured across from him. It was the last stop before the truck made its way south. The kid looked scared to death, pale, and covered with scratches and tattoos. Ralph could hear the boy piss himself about an hour into the ride, and the larger man was nearly sick from the smell of urine after an entire day in the Texas heat. When the vehicle came to a stop for the last time and the doors opened again, Ralph was almost relieved.
"Pull every slave out but that big one," one of the men said as they entered the back of the vehicle. "We were warned it is violent."
Ralph smiled and watched their every move.
"You better fucking believe it," he thought to himself. "I'm going to paint the ground with your blood."
Ten slaves had been delivered to the Texas Slave Market holding facility. Although auctions were only held twice a year in the main building, red-tagged slaves were processed year-round and were sold in private sales on the first of every month. Once everyone but Ralph had been lined up, a man called Saul appeared and welcomed them. Each slave had their ear pierced with an identification tag while the man walked over to look in the truck.
"We have been preparing for your arrival," Saul said to Ralph. "Violent criminals like you are processed here all the time. Don't get any ideas."
Ralph's eyes squinted, and his body tensed. He lunged forward as much as the chains holding him in place would allow. Saul just laughed.
"I was told you weren't too bright," Saul said. "Hey, Jerry, bring over the box of control rings."
A younger man had been fitting what looked like cock rings around all the slaves. When he was done, he walked over carrying the metal container they came in. Saul reached into the box and pulled out one of the biggest ones he could find. Looking down at Ralph's exposed crotch, he smiled.
"You have one of the largest sets of balls I have ever seen on a slave."
Ralph watched as Saul bent between his chained and spread legs and lifted his heavy sack and testicles.
"I like the birthmark on your sack, too," Saul said. "It looks like a cute little heart."
Ralph grunted and lunged again as Saul laughed and slipped one of the rings over the slave's cock and balls. It was a tight fit, and as it slid and locked into place, Ralph could feel his shaft engorging.
"Excellent," Saul said as he stood up and turned to the line of slaves behind him. "I want you all to look at this slave here. The rings that each of you have installed around your cock and balls are there to enhance and show them off. Some of you will be sold as breeding stock, after all. But the main purpose is control. This will happen to you if you misbehave or disobey a command."
Saul turned his hand and pressed the screen on his watch. Instantly, a large jolt of electricity shot into Ralph's groin. The slave's eyes widened, and he screamed into the gag. The pain was intense. It felt as though he was being kicked in the testicles repeatedly. His arms, still chained above his head, tensed as he yanked down hard. His legs shook, and he bit down hard on the gag for a full second before the shock stopped.
"That was level one," Saul said as he stopped the shock. "It goes to level ten. If you cause trouble, you will experience more pain than you can possibly imagine."
Saul looked at Ralph. The slave was covered in sweat and was glaring at him. Saul just smiled and pressed another button on his watch. This time, the shock that gripped Ralph's balls was even more intense. His entire body shook for two seconds. He felt as though someone was driving a knife into his gut.
"That was level three," Saul said to Ralph loudly. "Shall we go to level five, slave?"
Ralph felt spit dripping out from the corner of his gag. Saul moved his finger near his watch again, and the slave panicked. Ralph let out a muffled scream and shook his head, begging for mercy.
"So, you understand?" Saul asked.
Ralph nodded his head quickly in the affirmative.
"Good," Saul replied. "Maybe you aren't as stupid as they say. Guards! You can unlock him now. If he gives the slightest indication of trying to do anything, hit him with a level-seven shock. He will probably pass out and get a burn on his balls, but we can deal with that later."
Two uniformed men walked over to the seated Ralph, and the slave grunted as its arms were released from their bindings and fell after hours of suspension. The feeling of pins and needles came next as the nerves fired and the blood circulation returned. When the chains were released from the floor, the two men grabbed either side of the large man and hoisted him to his feet. Ralph grunted as he was led forward and behind the row of slaves that had already been processed.
"Stand still," one of the guards said as a technician approached Ralph's right side.
Reaching up with a metal device, the slave felt a tinge of pain as a red plastic tag was permanently attached to his ear.
"Your designation is now E754, slave," the technician replied. "Remember that."
E754 clenched its fists but remained still. It saw the watches on the guards and knew what would happen to its groin if it made any sudden moves.
"Forward, slaves!" A guard said at the front of the line.
E754 watched as the line of naked men walked forward, taking up the rear position as they entered a metal building. After passing through two hallways, they emerged inside the facility next to lines of metal cages, each about five feet square in size. There were already men of various shapes and sizes in the first several cells, but halfway down the line, empty ones appeared, and the new arrivals were lined up in front of them. Saul walked down the line and addressed them.
"Welcome to the Texas Slave Market! Each of you has been marked with an identification tag that contains your registration and bar code. That is how you will be identified and tracked from now on. You are no longer men. You are now property that can be bought and sold. Your former life is over. Death certificates have been filed and registered with the state for each of you. Your slave registration certificate will be processed when you are sold. You slaves have been sent here as red tags to live a lifetime of bondage. There is no parole and no reprieve. You will die as a slave, but the quality of that life is in your hands. Serve well, and you will be treated well. Serve poorly, and you will be treated the same."
As Saul walked down the line, E754 saw a technician appear next to it.
"I am going to remove the gag from your mouth, slave," the man said. "If you make any threatening move, the guard next to me will shock you. Do you understand?"
E754 looked over at the grinning guard next to the technician. The guard had his hand on his watch. His finger was ready to deliver punishment. Looking back at the technician, E754 nodded in the affirmative.
As the gag was removed, spit fell from E754's mouth, and it felt the pain in its jaw. The technician used both hands to force the slave's jaw open as he inspected the teeth of the slave and its gums.
"Stick out your tongue, slave," the technician said as he continued to inspect.
E754 complied.
"No evidence of periodontal issues," the technician said as he reached into his pocket and put a pill on the slave's tongue.
The technician held up a bottle of water and squirted it into the mouth of the slave.
"Swallow."
E754 gulped, and the drug disappeared down its throat along with a few more squirts of water before the technician produced the gag again.
"Open."
E754 had no intention of putting the gag on again.
"I won't repeat myself," the technician said.
The guard moved his finger to the screen on his wrist as E754 grunted and opened wide. The technician forced the gag into the slave's mouth again and then secured it behind the slave's head tightly. He then moved away and proceeded to the next slave in the line. After all the slaves had been inspected and fed the drug, Saul spoke again.
"We are lucky that most of you show potential as breeding stock. However, we need to have you tested. The pill you just took will induce you to have an erection. Once you are ready, my assistant will photograph your genitals, measure their dimensions, and collect your sperm for testing. Afterward, you will be fed. Your liquid nourishment will be hung on the bars of the front of your cage. The protruding metal tube on the feeding bag can be put in the hole in your gag to allow consumption. The auction starts tomorrow at noon. If you need to piss or shit between now and then, do it in the cage. The drain in the floor will allow the removal of the liquid waste, and the handlers will come by periodically to hose you down and remove anything solid. You will sleep on the floor tonight, so try not to shit everywhere. Any questions?"
The slaves did not move.
"Very well," Saul said as he turned to the men around him. "Complete their processing."
As Saul walked away, E754 growled into its gag and pulled at the restraints that bound its arms behind its back. They were firmly in place. The same guard it had seen before appeared again and pushed it into the open cage it was in front of. As the slave entered, its leg irons were secured to a metal eyelet in the concrete floor near a small drain. Then, the door to the cage was closed and locked.
"Behave yourself, slave," the guard said as he smiled and walked to the next cage.
The large slave took a deep breath and tried to calm down. There would be time to escape later, but it needed to bide its time. By the time the remaining slaves in the line had been secured and locked in their cages, E754's cock had started to engorge. The drug had taken no time to act. The enormous shaft pointed forward and up at a 45-degree angle as the tissues swelled. The large testicles below hung low over the metal punishment ring surrounding them and the shaft. Soon after, a man in tan overalls appeared.
"I think that is about the largest cock and balls I have ever seen on a slave," the man said as he propped a long metal rod that had a strange attachment at the end against one of the empty cages. He then opened E754's cage.
The slave watched as the man bent down, took pictures of its swollen phallus, and measured the length and girth of the organ. The technician also felt each of E754's testicles and held them for weight. The manipulation made the slave's prick pulse with precum, flowing out of its tight foreskin and down onto the floor.
"Damn impressive," the man said as he stood up. "Now turn around and lean forward. Spread your legs while you are at it."
E754 just stared at the man menacingly.
"I can always shock the hell out of those nads," the man said as he held a hand to his watch. "You think a level eight will make you move?"
The large slave grunted and relented. It turned and spread its legs, leaning forward. It felt gloved hands on its balls and then its ass.
"Yup," the man said as he stood up. "Very impressive."
E754 was exposed, not knowing what was coming next. It heard something being opened and then felt a condom placed over the head of its cock, which was then strapped in place with a tight Velcro band. A minute passed, and then it heard the man again.
"Don't move, slave."
The next thing E754 felt was something metal against its asshole. It was lubed and was thrust inside with firm pressure. As the metal phallus at the end of the rod in the man's hands went deeper, the slave grunted in surprise. The man had a firm grip, and as soon as it was at the right depth to touch the prostate, the man pressed a button, and a shock of electricity was delivered.
E754 screamed. The current shot through its abdomen and genitals. Its shaft pulsed as cum involuntarily flew from the tip and was collected in the attached condom. The slave shifted its weight onto its massive feet and pulled itself to its tiptoes in pain.
"Excellent!" the man said as he disengaged the device and swiftly withdrew it.
The slave gasped into the gag as it returned flat-footed to the ground. It's ass snapped back shut but felt warm. The technician milked E754's dripping cock before removing the condom. The slave's ass was still wet from the lube, and its balls were sore. Even though it had cum, it had not felt like a regular orgasm. It felt a deep ache instead. E754 heard the cage close and lock as it turned to face the man again.
"Nice load, slave," the technician said as he placed the condom in a sealed container and then labeled it. "The drug will keep you hard for another few hours. It might be painful, but there will be no lasting damage. You must have taken it up the ass before. That went smoother than I thought it would!"
E754 seethed with rage as it watched the man collect his things and move down to the next cage. It felt degraded, and it wanted revenge. It pulled on the chains on its feet and arms, but they were firm and unyielding. Lifting its head to the top of the cage, it let out a muffled growl in frustration. It squeezed its ass several times, feeling the wetness.
"Fuck!" E754 shouted into its gag. "Fuck this shit!"
The lights in the Texas Slave Market were never extinguished. However, they were dimmed between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. A few minutes after they blazed to their peak intensity in the early morning hours, E754 heard a loud bang on the cage that stirred it awake. It was crouched on the cold concrete ground. A pile of its excrement sat on the opposite side of the cage. It had tried to hold it in but eventually succumbed to squatting and laying the pile before scooting to sit down and attempting to rest. The stench of the shit and piss from other slaves nearby had made it nearly puke. Looking up, it saw a guard unlock the door to its cage and use a shovel to scoop the filth into a bucket. A second guard then appeared with a hose.
"Morning slave!" the second guard said as he pressed a button on the handle attached to the hose.
A strong stream of water shot out and hit E754's body. The force of the water stung its body, and it was ice cold. It shouted and moved to the side as the guard moved to wash the remains of the slave's waste down the drain before returning to hose its body down again.
"Fuck!" E754 screamed again as it moved around in a vain attempt to escape.
"Now calm the fuck down, slave!" the guard said as it kept the stream at full force. "And turn around. I need to wash that ass of yours."
E754 reluctantly turned and felt the host move down its crack. It was painful on its skin, and its back twisted as the water moved up and over its shoulders and head. The guard pressed another button, causing soap to be mixed with the water, and continued the cleaning process.
"Turn and face me again, slave!"
E754 complied as the front of its body was now covered in suds and then rinsed off again. When the water was finally turned off, it sat shivering and filled with rage in the corner. The guard laughed as he closed the cage and continued to treat the next slave to its morning shower.
Two hours later, another man appeared and hung bottles containing white liquid on each of the slaves' cages. E754 had been sitting in the corner drip drying. Grunting, it used the cage at its back as a prop to pull itself to its feet. Approaching the bottle, its face moved until it was at the same level. The container had a metal tube extending from the bottom and curved into the cage. The slave had learned last night that it could force this end into the small hole that pierced the gag still tightly bound in its mouth. Once connected, it could suck the liquid nutrition out. It did not taste bad. It had a hint of banana in it, though there was also a metallic taste. Still, the slave was hungry and sucked heartily at the container until the contents disappeared.
Pulling back, the metal tube popped from the gag, and the slave stood tall and stretched. Its arms were still bound behind its back, and its legs were firmly secured to the eyebolt in the concrete floor, but it could still crack its neck and work out some knots. The band around its balls had become sore halfway through the night. Repeated nighttime erections had trapped blood in the shaft, and the organ was still half engorged as it swung between its legs.
"You are definitely an impressive slave," came the voice of a man with a clipboard.
E754 looked up and watched as the man checked off some boxes and slid a flyer into a slot on the front of the cage. The man saw the slave watching him curiously, and he smiled.
"If you are wondering, that is your sales sheet," the man said. "It lists all your vital statistics. Given the high mobility and potency of your sperm, and your obvious brawn, you will likely fetch a high price."
The large slave's eyes narrowed as it grunted. The man laughed in response.
"You don't have long to wait, slave. The buyers will be let in shortly."
The man continued down the line of cages as E754 approached the front of the cage and huffed. Spit bubbled through the hole at the end of its gag and dripped out, forming a thin line glistening in the lights above.
The sound of the clanking of chains and the grunts of the slaves was soon replaced with the murmur of voices a few hours later. E754 saw several men with cowboy hats enter the building and start reviewing and assessing the slaves in their cages. It was clear that many of them had specific characteristics they were looking for. The young slave that had pissed itself in the van on the way to the market had been viewed several times. E754 had been so focused on the bound boy that it did not notice the man approach its cage door.
"Aren't you a beast of a slave," came a deep, authoritative voice.
E754 turned and saw a large black man staring him down. He had a lineman's build with thick, muscled shoulders and arms, a firm stomach, a trimmed goatee, and piercing eyes. The man wore tight jeans that showed off a prominent bulge in his crotch region and had a tattered blue ballcap on that had seen better days.
The man smiled as he looked over the reference sheet that had been posted.
E754 – Red Tag Origin: Lubbock, Texas Convicted: Armed Robbery, Two Counts of Rape, Aggravated Assault, Attempted Murder Sentenced: Life in Prison – Converted to Lifetime Slavery Age: 20 Stats: Brown eyes, dark hair, bronze skin, 6' 3" tall, 254 pounds, 31.5" arms, 11" hands Genitals: 4" soft, 9.5" erect, 7" girth, XXL testicle size and volume Testosterone level: 1100 ng/dL Texas Certified Breeding Test: 6.5 ml load volume, high potency, high mobility
"Impressive stats for a slave!" the man replied when he finished reading and looked up. "I bet you will go for a high price today. I get the feeling you have some attitude issues, however."
E754 huffed and grunted as it stared at the man, who just chuckled in response.
"I expected as much. But that is of no consequence to me. I need a breeding bull, and those testicles of yours looked to be well primed."
The man was pointing at E754's crotch, which was still semi-engorged and lifted by the metal band surrounding it. The slave balled its fist behind its back and walked up to the cage till it was inches from the man.
"Yeah, I figured you would try to show dominance," the man said as he reached down and cupped the large balls of the slave. "I'm glad you are willing to let me inspect that massive thing."
E754 growled and stepped back out of the man's reach in reaction.
"Those testicles are heavy for sure," the man said as he smiled. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, slave."
The man wrote some information down on a pad with him and continued down the line. E754 watched him till he disappeared at the end of the row. The slave's body was tense, and its hair stood on end. It had been in a defense posture the whole time, wishing it could have pounced on the man and made its escape. As its body finally relaxed, it looked down and saw a dribble of precum extend from the tip of its cock. It grunted in sexual frustration, slammed its body against the back cage, slid down to sit, and stewed in its anger.
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