Summary: Marvin's curiosity and kinky interests get the better of him, with permanent consequences.
I was always a kinky fucker. I had my fair share of `play' but what always turned me on more than anything was REAL slavery. Often I would fantasize about getting arrested, senticed, and processed into slavery. I'm not reckless though, instead opting for roll play. That never stopped me from slowing down to see slave gangs on the side of the road, or on a work site. There were lots of fun pics online to satiate my cravings as well.
I was in college and decided to take a job as a night security guard at a warehouse to make ends meet. It was usually a pretty tedious job. I was always the only one there. They didn't have wifi, but my phone got a good signal and I knew there were plenty of blind spots in their camera coverage so I could JO freely while at work.
One night I got in and was doing my initial rounds, as usual. When I turned the corner I saw a shipment from earlier in the day that got my cock hard immediately. There was a row of slave processing pods on pallets waiting to be shipped out the next day.
I had seen pictures of slave processing pods before, but I hadn't seen one in person. They were smaller than I expected. Pictures of dudes before and after the pod did its work was always one of my favorite JO topics. These guys would go in all gruff, hairy, and tattooed, and come out hairless with unblemished skin and permanent restraints.
I had to take a closer look. The pods were designed to hold a guy on his knees, forehead down and arms at his side. The top was hinged so the guy would have to step into it before getting in position. I had no idea how they worked. When I opened one up I could see all sorts of moving parts inside. They opened and closed freely, each looking the same inside.
I rubbed one out imagining myself in one, then after recovering I continued my rounds. I kept looping back to look again.
Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I needed to know what one felt like to get in. They weren't connected to power of any kind, so I assumed they were inert until installed, but I had enough sense to play it safe. I grabbed a loose piece of pallet wood to prop over the opening to keep the top from closing on me. I undressed, got in, knelt, and then put my head and arms into position. It was snug, but I could move a little. I shifted my feet a bit and found they slid into the correct position and I was immediately more comfortable. It was that point that I heard the sound of the piece of wood falling to the floor. Before I could stand up I felt the top close on me followed by the distinct sound of a bolt sliding into place.
I immediately panicked. Pushing and straining to try and open the lid. I could hear the pod springing to life around me. Whirring noises got louder, like a printer warming up. After a minute I could hear a voice through two speakers on either side of my head.
"Running biometric scan."
There was a brief period of silence, I kept trying to push my way out, but I had no leverage with my feet tucked behind me and my arms trapped at my sides.
"Subject identified. Marvin Clark, 21 years old." I froze, how did it know who I was!
"New 'SV198742' designation assigned. Purging records and updating databases."
"Social Security Administration" Beep
"DMV" Beep
"FBI Database" Beep
"State and local databases" Beep
"Academic enrollment identified, purging enrollment" Beep
Shit Shit Shit, what was it doing, I continued to struggle to no avail.
"Initiating depilation."
I felt a tingling sensation in my toes. It gradually got more intense until it felt like I was getting hit with constant burning electric shocks. It hurt like hell, and the sensation was moving up my feet slowly. I tried to pull my feet away, but there was nowhere to go. I screamed for help, but I knew no one would be coming into the warehouse until 6am.
"Initiating vocal suppression."
I felt the sides of my head get constricted between to plates, followed by something pushing my chin forward. Plates pressed on my chest and back. Without warning I felt something sharp touch my neck. I tried to pull away, but my upper body and head were completely immobilized. It was cutting through my skin, then I felt it starting to slice into my trachea. I screamed in pain, then suddenly I felt a painful snap in my throat and my screaming ceased. Air was escaping my mouth, and I could make a kind of guttural grunting noise, but I couldn't scream. I tried to call for help again, but no voice came. I felt the cutting device withdrawal and a painful burning sensation moved across the area it entered.
The plate against my chest lowered while the one against my back pressed further. Another plate raised at my pelvis forcing my ass up in the air, just in time for whatever was zapping my legs to move upward to get the backs of my legs and behind my knees. I couldn't believe how thoroughly my whole lower body hurt, like it was on fire. The pain spread to my ass and groin. The plate pushing up my pelvis relaxed as the pain spread to my lower back, abdomen, hands and arms.
When the pain reached my chest the voice spoke again. "Initiating bladder control."
I knew slaves were hairless, and I had never seen one speak, but I had no idea what it meant by "bladder control." The slaves I saw post processing had chastity changes held in place somehow, and I had seen videos of urine dripping from them, but I always assumed it was fear or hopelessness. Before I could reflect further I felt something grip my penis and something was slid ruthlessly into me. I felt it reach my bladder and urine began to flow and pool at my knees. I felt a painful burning at the opening of my bladder.
"Initiating reproductive suppression"
Something cold slid over my penis, pushing my cockhead back and toward my groin. When I felt metal touch my crotch there was another burning sensation. I tried to wiggle my knees around to see if I could feel anything. I had felt my cock against my legs before, now only a small lump of metal could be felt. My cockhead hurt and urine continued to drip out.
The burning sensation had reached my chest and upper arms.
"Tattoo identified. Initiating removal."
The burning sensation on my right upper arm intensified. I knew it was removing the tattoo that I got on my 18th birthday. When the burning reached my shoulder the milder burning continued up the remainder of my chest and now reached my neck.
"Securing smart restraints"
Clamps enclosed my writs, ankles and neck. They were cold at first, but then I felt a searing pain again. Slave restraints were always welded in place.
All of the pain and struggling left me feeling weak, I no longer struggled as I felt the burning sensation move up my face and head.
"Adding slave designation marker"
I felt sharp needles start to move across my chest and back. I couldn't remember what the voice had said earlier, but I knew the new pain was my slave designation being tattooed onto me.
The burning sensation reached the top of my head and then stopped. I still hurt all over.
"SV198742 processing complete. Applying sedation for transport."
A needle entered my neck and I lost consciousness. I awoke who knows how long later. I could feel myself bouncing and vibrating. I was in a vehicle, probably a truck. Obviously no one had noticed one of the pods was heavier than it should have been, they probably moved it with a forklift. I was cramping pretty bad and tried to adjust my position with what little room I had.
"Movement detected. Applying sedation for transport."
Again a needle injected the sedative into my neck and I lost consciousness. When I awoke I was no longer moving. The pod felt hotter, like it was in the sun. I could hear muffled talking outside and suddenly I heard the lock disengage and cold air hit my back. I was covered with sweat.
"What do we have here?" I heard a male voice speak. There was a pause and I heard a few buttons being pressed. "SV198742. No criminal record on file." He pulled me to my feet. I was unsteady and needed his help to stay upright. I got my first look at myself. As expected I was completely hairless, stainless steel restraints with blocky control modules were attached to my wrists and ankles. My balls hung uselessly below a small metal dome constricting my penis. The dome must be secured in place with the tube running into my bladder. The man grabbed my collar and pulled my head up to make eye contact.
The man just laughed. "I have no idea how you got in there, but these pods and everyone they process are property of the Texas Road Work Commission. You'll be baking in the sun and filling pot holes for the rest of your life 8742. Let's get you over to slave orientation so you can get acclimated."
He pulled me along to another building. I was too weak to protest or fight back. Once delivered, no one seemed to care how I got there. I was just another labor slave. I'll never know if anyone found out what happened to me. Once processed, enslavement is permanent, no matter how it occurred. No protests or inquiries would free me from my new life.