My Brother Tony,
 The Penury Slave
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 4

It was a good thing there were so many things going on at the auction, so many people and things to be distracted by, or else I think my brothers and I would have been overcome on the auction grounds by Tony's plight.

By the time the third boy was being branded, almost the entire crowd so far present at the auction grounds had gathered as near to the branding station as they could get to watch the process. I now understood why so many people had come to the auction as much as 5 hours before the bidding began. It was to watch the slaves get processed, and especially to watch the main event; in their eyes; the branding of the longer-term slaves. No one, apparently, wanted to miss it. I had naively believed, until now, that most of the people at the auction grounds so early were there like Gabriel, Richard, and I. There because they had a family member up for sale. How wrong I was!

The fourth kid being rolled over towards the branding station was one of eight slaves penis tagged as a 'blue', like Tony, meaning he was top rated stock. He was muscular, very well filled out, and he started creating a scene as soon as the auction worker began to trolley him over to the branding station. He was bucking and shouting, "Let me go, you fucking assholes!" The auction boy told him to shut up. The slave just kept bucking wildly, probably hoping the entire rigging system would collapse. The auction boy grabbed the slave's cock and balls with his left hand, grabbed a paddle with his right hand, and started swinging the paddle furiously into the slave's buttocks. With the slave's bucking held in check by the auction boy's tight squeeze of his balls, the auction boy kept paddling away at the slave's ass with a tight lipped, determined, look on his face. The audience started clapping at the auction boy's resolve in dealing with a noisy slave. The slave was howling and bawling like a baby. After about 15 strokes the auction boy asked the slave if he was going to behave, and the slave hollered out a broken "yes".

The audience loved seeing a fearful slave, and they let him know it. "You're getting what you deserve, scum!" "Brand him extra deep for that outburst!" "You're getting branded whether you like it or not, Mr. Big Shot!" Raucous laughter followed each comment. "I think he should be branded both front and back." "Brand him on his pretty forehead!" "Looks like you spent a lot of time in the gym working on your muscles slave boy! They're finally going to be put to some use!"

Several of the slaves hanging were crying from the tense atmosphere. When the branding iron finally hit the rebellious slave's bubbly buttock and he screamed out his pain, most of the audience erupted into applause. Gabriel looked at Richard and said, "Fuck man. Make sure you stay out of debt! I don't ever want to see this happen to you."

There on the Tillman county slave auction stage hung 73 newly enslaved naked poor boys, strung up by their ankles. 73 boy slaves being gawked at by hundreds of folks milling around drinking iced drinks and having a good time. 73 boys finding out at last how real slaves are treated; who can no longer go crying to mom or dad for help, protection, and more cash; who are finally going to be taught some hard lessons, at last, in the meaning of good, honest, hard work.

For men and women the sight of 73 slave cocks hanging between 146 dangling boy balls fuels intense desires. All freemen feel a surge of power in the presence of naked slaves. Men and women feel this power over slaves in different ways. Men feel it in a rush of blood to the loins, sending a warm feeling of power, a glow that inspires a healthy male to want to take control. And women, who watch so quietly, and seem so innocent, get deeply aroused. Their desires fuel lusts far more complex than the male's. It is women, not men, who come to the county auctions purely for sexual reasons. Men come for reasons of power, status, control, finance, and sex. Women come purely for sex; penis-obsessed women. Penis is their sole desire. And the boys strung up naked can feel it as no free man can ever experience it. They feel it in a blush that wipes out their former security, defeats any resisting ego, and renders them totally abject. Crying like babies, their tears falling to the auction floor, these new slaves are completely helpless, totally lonely, and will never escape the fact, even if they are ever freed, that a part of their maleness, their pride, has been taken away.

73 shaved boy pussies, 146 dangling slave boy berries, all looking rather alike when you see them upside down. 73 poor boy dangling cocks, now turned into very unfree cocks, uncertain of their future pleasure levels.

But one of those dangling work boy cocks belonged to my brother Tony, and I was having very conflicted feelings. I loved my brother, but I was also embarrassed at having my own brother be so debased, to be so stupid as to end up in such a situation. It reflected on me, and my brothers.

A former classmate, Jerome, spotted me, came up to me, and offered me his sympathy at our family situation. As he was leaving, he asked me, "You're not in any of the same kind of financial trouble like your brother got into, are you? I'd hate to see you end up on that stage like Tony." I was both angered and humiliated at his remarks. Asking me, in a sense, if I was as stupid as Tony; not that Tony is stupid.

My brother Gabriel pointed out Shecky Bloom in the crowd, well known as one of the meanest slavers around, looking as grim as his reputation. His specialty was buying up short-term slaves and then using every legal loophole to obtain extensions of their enslavement terms.

Little Leroy Prosser picked up a stone and threw it at a tall, skinny, hanging, black haired, slave. The stone hit the slave on his leg. Leroy's dad, seeing that, walked up to Leroy and slapped him on the side of the head. "You little fucking skunk. You damage one of those things it would cost me a fortune. The only way I could pay for it would be to sell you." He continued to give Leroy about six more slaps to his face and ass. Leroy howled. I thought, "If this is how folks out here treat their six year old sons, I'd hate to think how they treat their slaves."

An auction official walked to the dais at the front of the stage, took a microphone, and addressed the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the Tillman County Penury Auction. Always a fun, family, event. We still have about two hours to go before the auction begins. As you can see we have the penuries strung up and we are well on the way towards completing their processing. It's a good looking crop, and right now we are sort of letting them 'cure', if you will. Sort of 'basting' them, keeping them hanging so they are nice and flushed and healthy for you when you take them home with you. And I hope you enjoyed the branding as much as I did." The crowd showed its gratitude and appreciation of the spectacle by breaking out into applause. The official waited until the applause stopped before continuing.

"For now, I just wanted you to know that the gift shop is now open, and I simply would like to alert you to some of the newest items we have in stock. First off, you will want to check out Milstein's 'Slave Control', now available on CD-ROM and Blu-Ray. The classic text

comes with many interactive features, including video clips of the correct methods of tawsing and whipping slaves. This work tells you how to talk to your slaves, how to dress them, how to punish them, how to reward them. The newest addition of this classic text features an update for the 21st Century on the latest punishment methods. It also comes with a video for your slaves to watch. It lets them know some of the new things that are out there to keep them in line. You will find it a valuable resource whether you have one slave or a hundred. It is a work that has become a classic because it tells you, in short, how to get the most bang for the buck out of your slaves."

"One of the newest items in stock, and fast becoming one of our most popular, is the 'Jumping Suit' from 'Behave Slave!' products. The jumping suit is the modern version of the hair shirt. Ideal for those times when you want a slave to just start thinking and focusing on the things he should be focusing on, and not lazing around. It is a punishment jump suit made of heavy, treated, burlap lined with plastic-fibers. Once the naked slave is made to get into the jumping suit it is buckled tightly, zippered up, and the strong metal zipper is padlocked into place. It is the itchiest and most uncomfortable thing you can imagine. There is no escaping the discomfort the plastic bristles cause. And that is why this burlap jump suit is called the jumping suit. Your slave will go crazy trying to escape the itching fibers, and if you're like most folks, you will find it quite comical as your slave hops around like mad trying to find relief. Lock your slaves in the jumping suit for a while and I guarantee that you will have one well-behaving slave on your hands. The jumping suit is also recommended for parents to use on an out of control child. One who doesn't keep his curfew. Locking your child into the jumping suit for an afternoon may be just the ticket he or she needs to see what it feels like to be a slave, and prevent them from ending up on this stage hanging by their ankles along side these fellows."

As he indicated with his finger the hanging slaves, he looked back at them and shouted, "How does it feel boys, hanging up there?" There was no answer.

"Well, darn! I guess they can't find words to describe it. Anyway, you can find the jumping suit on sale in the gift shop.

One size fits all. Just make your slave get in it, naked of course, tighten all the straps, padlock the zipper, and watch your slave hop around like mad, while he gets educated in proper behavior at the same time."

"Also in the gift shop, needless to say, you will find the latest in whips and tawses from Empire Slave Wares, one of the most trusted names in slave control devices."

"Finally, I want to make you aware of a very special offer we have going. Penury slaves in Tillman County are sold raw. That means they have had no formal training in servitude or slave protocol. Buyers are solely responsible for all slave training. Along with each slave you purchase comes a full psychological profile giving you suggestions as to the most effective handling techniques to use on your purchase. We also provide photocopies from Milstein's 'Slave Control' on the relevant sections pertaining to the handling of the newly enslaved. As you may know, Milstein's reference is considered authoritative, and is the standard reference on slave handling. If a training course for your slave is something that is out of the question for you financially, Milstein recommends a 30 to 40-lash bullwhipping in lieu of formal training for the newly enslaved. Now a lot of you not only do not own a bullwhip or a whipping frame, but even if you did you wouldn't know how to use them. Don't you worry. For a fee of $100 per session we will have a county whip master come out to your place, along with a portable frame, and indoctrinate your slave. For any purchases made here today, you will receive a coupon for a free bullwhipping for each one purchased. Buy one bull whipping session, get one free! It's a very good deal." The audience "oohed" and "aahed" at the generous offer.

"I would like to emphasize that it has been shown that a foundational bullwhipping offers the newly enslaved the clearest and most direct orientation into his new status. Because it is the swiftest means to that end, it is therefore considered the most humane of the various adjustment procedures. No other method offers such clear insight for the slave so quickly or decisively, or more efficiently tames a wild and rebellious attitude. Do your new slave a kindness and sign up for this special offer. The foundational bullwhipping offers guidance with an exclamation point!"

"So ladies and gentlemen, please check out the gift shop. And, as you can see, the food and beverage stands are up and running. I'll be back with you when the auction begins, in less than two hours. Thank you."

Several auction workers and officials were up on the stage now, walking among the hanging slaves, making notes on clipboards, spinning the slaves around to check them from all angles, grabbing noses and ears, opening mouths and feeling inside, pulling on balls and cocks. Almost all of the slaves would get jacked so the officials could see what their erections looked like. When they did it to Tony I couldn't believe that that was my brother up there, hanging naked and getting jacked as officials speculated on how much money he would be likely to bring in.

A lot of men in the crowd brought their young daughters along. Everyone knows that young girls are supposed to make very good caretakers of male slaves. Personally, I think that is discrimination against males. I'll bet you any young male would be just as happy to look after female slaves, and 'take care' of them. But such is the politically correct hypocrisy in this country.

My brothers and I watched Chester Judkins and his sons Gator, Spade, and Cooter arrive, all big mean looking guys. They owned the quarry out in Comanche County. They looked like they intended to do some buying. Among the four of them they were loaded down with chains, whips, tawses, paddles, halters, harnesses, gags, and squealers. Squealers are pinchers custom designed to be locked on to various parts of a slave's body. They seemed like a cruel idea and I never knew people actually used them on their slaves. Dangling from Gator's belt I saw an assortment: penis, ear, nose, tit, lip, and finger squealers, as well as the general purpose 'flab' squealer, with serrated edges which could be snapped onto any folds of flesh on the body. It was creepy.

The majority of the auction workers on stage had now started oiling down the slaves. Every part of the slave was oiled. The workers started at the feet and oiled their way down, including the face. After the slaves were oiled, several female auction workers with makeup kits were going to each slave and painting various body parts. They colored the slaves' cheeks, nipples, and lips with a rosy red blush color. They then took an obscenely dark shade of red, and painted the slaves' cock heads. They pulled back the foreskin and painted the entire dick knob. The painted dick knobs of the 73 hanging slaves looked very prominent, even from a distance.

A young man who was standing next to me asked his friend why they were painting the slaves up like 'cheap whores', and his friend answered that painting slaves up, using make up, and tarting them out, was the style on the East Coast. He added, "Believe me, these auction people are experts, they know what presentations sell and which ones don't."

Rhett Halster and his girlfriend, Cindy, had taken a front row seat along side of us. At one point Rhett got Cindy to open up her blouse and expose her titties to the boys hanging above the stage, to see how many of them she could get hard. Sheriff Johnson saw this and came over to them and told them that Cindy had to put her titties back in her blouse or else leave the auction. He explained, "This is a family event."

After the slaves got made up and painted, the auction workers unlocked their wrists from the belt about their waist, so their hands hung down free, again.

When all the boys' cheeks and cock knobs were rosy red, an auction worker informed the slaves that they were now going to be let down and gave them instructions on what to do. The rigging slowly started lowering all of the slaves at once, and as they touched the floor they were instructed on how to support themselves with their arms. Once they were all lowered, they were instructed to remain seated on the floor for awhile, as the female makeup artists went among them putting on the finishing touches. Some boys, like Tony, had lines drawn at the ends of their eyes to give them Egyptian eyes, some, like Tony, had their eyelashes teased, and those slaves who still had hair, again like Tony, had their hair oiled and combed back.

It was now noon, the parking lot was full, and the entire grounds were crowded with spectators. The slaves were instructed to stand up and at attention with their hands at their sides. The crowd was excited to finally see the wares all polished, made to stand straight and tall, right side up, and obeying the commands of the auction boys.

The head auctioneer stepped up to the stage podium, introduced himself, and in no time at all the bidding was underway. The auction boys brought forward a fair looking boy with a limp, and acne. His penis tag was red colored.

"Our first item up is a real bargain. This is Phillip, 25 years old. Because of a slight limp brought about by a childhood fall, he is not labor intensive. But he is gentle, loves animals, and would be a great 24-hour a day estate caretaker. His papers state that because of an acne problem, he is to receive no tawsing or whipping on the back, and no face slapping. Recommended discipline and control procedures for Phillip are taser prodding and jump suiting. If you just like to spank or paddle unruly slaves, you can see that Phillip has a nice big butt. But despite the acne problem, you can see this one is a real cutie. Available for 20 months service, the bidding begins at $38,000. A bargain folks, a real bargain!"

Phillip was in tears the whole time. Probably made the worse by the fact that he was the only slave coded red, which was the lowest rating a slave could receive. But he sold for $44,000 in no time to a middle-aged woman accompanied by a son who appeared to be about the same age as Phillip.

I was surprised at how fast the bidding went. When a slave was sold the auction workers would put a diaper on him, a yellow cone hat on his head, and take him by a leash to the bursar, who would hand the leash over to the owner as soon as he received payment.

A man seated in back of us bought a slave, and when he paid for and collected his slave, he and the diapered slave came and sat back down in back of us. Apparently he was seeking to buy a couple of slaves. A friend of his stopped buy, and asked, "That's a nice looking young mucker you got there, Steve. Are you going to butt plug him?" The slaver replied, "I wasn't planning on it, Earl. Why do you ask?" Earl answered, "No reason, I just like to watch new boys get plugged. That's all."

When one slave on the bidding block refused to do jumping jacks when the auctioneer asked him to, a swarm of auction boys were on him so fast that he probably didn't know he was being tawsed until about the fifth blow. It was comical to see him finally do jumping jacks while he was crying out loud, tears falling down his face, making his makeup run, and his shaved balls and his coral colored penis tagged cock with its tip painted bright red, wildly flopping up and down.

I heard Herb Mayberry and his two sons, seated two rows in back of us, laughing it up at the slave's humiliation.

Within an hour and 10 minutes almost half of the slaves had been sold. One group of 18 slaves, all coded green, was sold in a lot to Chester Judkins.

When Tony was brought up to the block, he saw the three of us sitting in the first row. A young kid seated next to us thought he was looking at him, and said to his father, "Dad, that kid on the block is looking funny at me. Can I put a squealer on his pickle, Dad?" His father tried to quiet him, "You ain't doing nothing to that slave. If you buy him, then you can do anything you want to him." The young lad then quieted down, but was obviously frustrated.

As Tony was positioned on the block by the auction boys, there were lewd wolf whistles from members of the crowd. Tony's hands went instinctively to cover up his sex organs. The auctioneer gently reprimanded Tony, "Ok boy, get your hands to your sides. No one is going to buy you if they can't get a good look at Mr. Peepers."

Indeed, there was my brother Tony with his Mr. Peepers on display for everyone to see. Not only were Tony and his Mr. Peepers on display, but all of Tony, including Mr. Peepers, was oiled and shiny. And on top of that Tony, and his Mr. Peepers, was painted up like some Las Vegas show boy. I found it almost too embarrassing to look at him. I looked down to my lap, and Gabriel, seeing my distress, grabbed my hand, and the hand of Richard, who was seated on the other side of him. Gabriel spoke for the three of us. "I know this is embarrassing, guys. But Tony made his own bed. We did all we could do. Let's just hope that whoever buys him can do him some good."

To be continued...

Posted: 07/13/12