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

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Chapter 6

The taunting given by Brandon to the slaves at least took Tony's mind off the fact that he had by now lost all of his beautiful hair, his prize possession, except for two ridiculous looking clumps of hair just above and ahead of his ears. It was not a flattering cut. Tony looked really awful. As Elliott was finishing up his snip job on Tony, Tony sniffled to him that he had to pee. Elliott replied, "Well go ahead and pee. What in the hell do you think your diaper is for, Bobo?"

Luke responded, "Fuck, another crop of idiots!"

Finished with Tony's new buzz job, Elliott left the three slaves chained to the side of the van, now without their cone caps on, and so now all the passersby could get a good look at the three chained slaves, and their new haircuts.

All three Blazers' were now in conference with Luke and Noland, so Gabriel thought he had better talk to Tony while he had a chance. The three of us went up to the chained Tony, who had to keep his head next to the van because of his short neck chain. "Dude, dad and all of us had a long serious talk last night, there have been some developments, and there are a few things dad wanted me to pass on to you. This seems like it could be the only chance I get to talk with you, so we better use the opportunity. Dad and all of us want you to know we love you man, and we are with you. As you know, as a slave, dad is not allowed to have you as a benefactor of his estate. So what dad has done is to divide your portion of the estate among the three of us. Then when you are freed in three years, or whenever, dad is going to redo the will and have all of your portion reassigned to you. He just wanted you to know he had to do that, so there would be no confusion."

Tony nodded his sad head in understanding. Gabriel continued, "And dad wanted you to know that since he feels three years is a long time, he is going to go ahead and get rid of your things. He will, of course, keep the important personal stuff of yours. But your clothes and things he wants to sell so he can recover some of what you have cost him in recent months. It's no hard feelings, of course, at all, in no way. It's just dad trying to deal with harsh reality. You know the way dad is."

"And Tony, bro, Dad showed us last night some of what he has been dealing with. A whole new crop of bills of yours has come to light, with interest rates that are astronomical. Dad is responsible for them, as you know. He wanted you to know he might have to seek an extension on your term in order to recover the new debt. He's not talking a lot of time here, just maybe a year or two. But since this is all new to him, dad hasn't yet really decided on what he will do. So an extension on your service contract with the Department of Indigent Services may very well not even pan out. I know Indigent Services has been suggesting to dad that you would be a good candidate for an indefinite servitude contract, but I can tell you dad is not in agreement with their suggestion. He says, for now, the most he's looking at for you is a one or two more years... three or four year's extension at the most... But as I said, he is just reviewing it for now. He is hoping to avoid any service extension for you. He wants you back home, man. He wanted me to tell you he will be doing all he can to avoid any extension, and we will keep you posted on what he decides he has to do." "One last thing. I just heard Mr. Blazer say that the first Sunday of every month was visitor day. Just so that you don't feel bad and think we have abandoned you when we don't show up on the first Sunday to visit you, I just realized dad and the three of us are going to be away on vacation in Mexico then. Remember? You were supposed to be going with us. Anyway, glad I remembered that."

The overseers came back to the slaves, so my brothers and I moved out of their way a bit so they could do their jobs. Elliott, Luke, and Noland stood with their arms folded; waiting to see what Brandon wanted them to do next. As they surveyed the new slaves chained to the side of the truck holding their trudge weights. Noland said, "Three real pretty boys."

Elliott said, "Well they look like typical loser poor boys to me. Dumb fuck, shitheads, all of em!" Luke joined in, "Well, these poor boys are finally going to be living in style. We have some real nice work lined up for you boys. I hope you boys don't think you're too overqualified for the jobs we're going to give you."

As Brandon came over, Luke asked, "I've got a couple of friends who have always wanted to watch a slave get processed, especially to see a skinning. Brandon, can I invite them?" When Brandon approved, Luke was dialing his cell phone in an instant. "Drake. You free in a little while? We got some slaves up for detail work, and one of them is getting skinned... Yup... Sure, you can bring Sarah to watch if you want to... That's ok also... Sure, bring as many friends as you'd like... Yeah, we're doing some snipping, ringing, and branding... We ring them through the nose and the head of the dick. It's interesting to watch. But you better hold on to Sarah, the women always faint when we punch a hole through the dick tip... Should be a good time. Plenty of action... Ok, Great. Meet me at the pens in about an hour, since we will be getting started almost as soon as we arrive. I'm off work as soon as I get these slaves delivered, so I can join you in a few beers as we watch the processing. Ok, see you then! Bye."

Elliott teased Luke, "You better watch out for Noland when he gets out his snipping knife." He grabbed his crotch and danced around in mock agony in front of the slaves. Luke and Brandon laughed. Noland offered his services, "Elliott, if you'd like a little trim job, I would be happy to oblige."

Tears were falling down Tony's cheeks as Noland and Elliott came up to the slaves. Noland told the slaves that Elliott was going to be giving each of them a 40 ounce bottle of slave drink, and that they were to swallow all of it. Elliott went up to Adam and held the bottle to his mouth, and commanded him to start swallowing it as he poured it down his throat. Adam began sucking it down in a somewhat panicked way. Noland asked Elliott if his dad had taught him how to force feed a slave in the event one of them refused to eat or drink. Elliott answered, "Yeah, dad showed me how with a choke collar and a paddle you can get a slave to eat anything you give it." He paused a bit, and continued in a malicious sarcastic tone, "But I've got a better way to make sure a slave eats what he's supposed to." Looking at Adam as he slurped his drink, he said in a sneering voice, "Hurry up and drink this shit or I'm going to squeeze your damn balls into a pulp!" Brandon and Luke overheard the remark and laughed heartily.

Elliott went to the blond slave next, and as the blond slave drank, he and Elliott made eye contact. As the blond slave slurped his drink, Elliott spat on the ground beside him, not caring that it almost landed on the slave's bare foot.

He then went up to Tony, opened a new bottle of slave drink, and started pouring it down Tony's wide open mouth. As Tony drank, he tweaked Tony's right nipple and grinned. Tony the slave looked like a little donkey getting fed at the zoo, as he stood chained against the truck holding his weight and turning his head upwards so he could swallow the drink. All of the slaves drank their beverage without incident, so they must have been hungry and thirsty.

When the feeding session was finished, Brandon went down the line of slaves and unlocked the ankle cuffs to which their weights were attached. He then unchained them from the eye bolts in the side of the van, and instructed the slaves to carry the weights over to a station in the parking lot which had a large sign, 'When you have your freshly purchased stock secured, please return the trudge weights to this station. Thank you. The Tillman County Auction Authority.'

Richard asked Brandon why the slaves were not secured. Brandon answered by saying, "That sign is a good precautionary sign for a new slave owner. But believe me; we're not worried about these slaves bolting. We know how to control our slaves." Elliott added, "Yeah, especially a bunch of dumbass slaves like these." Brandon, Luke, and Noland laughed raucously at the remark.

The slaves carried their weights to the station, and as they made their way back to the van, Eric Madonna and his daughter Shelly, who were making their way to their car, met up with the slaves. I overheard Eric say to Tony something like, "Sorry about this, dude." The two Blazer brothers and Luke and Noland saw the slaves stopped by the Madonna's and quickly took on alert stances, ready to swing into action if there was any problem. I told them that Eric and his daughter were our neighbors. They relaxed. Shelly patted Tony on the back, the Madonna's continued on to their car, and the slaves returned to the van. Tony's face was almost as red with shame as his painted dick knob.

Noland told the slaves to take off their diapers and bend over the back of the van, as they were now getting purge enemas. The slaves quickly went to the back of the van where the door was open, took off their diapers, and lay their chests down on the interior floor of the van. There, side by side, sticking out of the rear of the van, were three slave asses sticking out, ready to get purged by their new owner's medic boy. Noland came up to them saying, "Ok slaves, I'm going to be pumping a little fluid up your asses. It's going to hurt like hell for about half an hour. Your intestines will feel like they're full of concrete. But once you let it out you'll feel that special 'slave fresh' feeling." The overseers laughed out loud in crazy unison. As he injected the first slave's hole he said, "It's purge time!" When he was finished giving the three their enemas, he told them to put their diapers back on and to hop into the rear of the van and sit down on the floor.

Brandon shouted, "Ok boys, we're taking you home. We've got some important work for you to do." The overseers laughed. Elliott added, "Yea, let's get these boys home so they can finally start leading some productive lives!"

Noland hopped in back of the van with the slaves and once again attached a one foot chain to their collars, and these he secured to eye bolts in the wall of the van. He jumped down out of the rear of the van, and as he was about to slam the door of the van, the blond slave retched in pain and grabbed his abdomen. He watched him for a few seconds. Then Adam groaned in pain and clutched his stomach. Noland gave a satisfied smile, and then slammed the van door shut.

Noland then came up to us and in a most gentlemanly fashion inquired of us if we were certain of the directions out to the tannery. Gabriel told him we knew where it was, and that we would meet them there.

Mr. Blazer shouted to his boys that he was ready to leave, so the Blazer boys and their two overseers got into the two front seats of the van, which were divided from the rear of the van. There was a window that divided the front of the van from the slaves in back. Getting into the back seat of the van, Luke and Elliott peered at the slaves through the glass and both smiled at what they saw. The occupants in the front of the van all waved to us as we made our way to our car. We waved back at them. There were smiles from everyone.

The drive out to the tannery took about 45 minutes, and my brothers and I were silent most of the time, but we all did agree that Mr. Blazer seemed like a nice guy. When we arrived at the tannery I had a strange reaction. I had driven by the tannery a few times in the past, and never thought much of its large low buildings, surrounding grounds, and railroad cars always parked along the side of one of the buildings. But now it looked like a bleak prison to me. It sent a chill through all of us.

We saw the cargo van at the end of a long driveway, and drove up to it. The slaves were already standing outside chained in a row to each other by a one foot chain from their collars. Thus they had to stand very close to each other.

We parked our car and got out. Noland and Mr. Blazer were gone, but Luke and the Blazer brothers greeted us. We were about to engage in conversation when four slaves arrived, and their appearance frightened my brothers and I as well as the three new slaves. They had the same demeaning haircuts as the new slaves, were dressed in grey fatigues, wore big black slave shoes, and each had a giant nose ring. And as frightening as their appearance was their demeanor of silence and rigidity, as if they were afraid of making the wrong move in front of the overseers.

Brandon went up to the new slaves, chained by the neck close together, and addressed them. "These slaves are going to take you to get shaved and scrubbed. You do what these slaves tell you. If you give them the slightest bit of trouble, they will come and get one of us overseers, and, let me tell you; out here at the tannery we are very serious about obedience. We do not fuck around when it comes to discipline. Out here at the tannery, remember, we are specialists at tanning hides. You do as you're told. How long has it been since you boys have had an ass paddling? Bet it's been quite a while. If you misbehave during your bath we'll paddle your ass so damn raw you won't even feel your branding. So do as you're told, you dumb fuck loser dorks, and everything will be OK."

As the new slaves in their, by now, shit filled diapers were led off by the four slave bathers, a car pulled up with Luke's friends. Four people got out of the car and greeted Luke. Luke shouted at us, "Hey guys, these are my friends, Drake, Sarah, Byron, and Caspar. We're going to do a beer run. We'll meet you in the medic room." We waved hello and Luke and his friends went off to get some beer.

Brandon told us that we had a few minutes until the slaves were ready, and suggested we walk over to the main tannery building. It was a short walk and as soon as we walked inside an acrid stench hit us. Our entrance took us to an overseer platform that looked down on the tannery floor. And there, indeed, on the floor beneath us were a row of about 20 slaves, naked, on their hands and knees, slowly crawling the length of the floor. They had saddle like packs strapped to their backs. A single plastic-chain went through all of their giant nose rings, and another plastic-chain went through all of their giant cock rings. Seeing that they were ringed on their dicks as well as their noses, made them appear even more like a herd of beasts. I could see also that every one of them had a brand on their right rump. The room was silent. And I saw no overseers. I wanted to ask how they managed to keep them working without an overseer, but I couldn't stand being in that stench while Brandon answered the question, so I didn't ask it. Fortunately, he just wanted us to get a quick peek at the facility. Also, I was worried that I would get some of that tannery odor in my clothes. I guess I was a little bit more like Tony than I had realized.

Brandon walked us to a low building which was about half a block away from the tannery. It was built out of cinder blocks, and had small windows to let in light, high up, just beneath the eves. It was the slaves' quarters. But I saw no slaves around. He led us downstairs to the sick bay and medic rooms. As we got there the three freshly shaved, scrubbed, and naked, slaves had just been delivered to Elliott, and he had started chaining each of them with a one foot length of chain (again) from their collars to eye bolts in the wall outside of the medic room. As he started to chain Tony's neck to the wall Brandon told him not to chain Tony, as he was going to be the first one to get processed since he had more that needed to be done to him than the others. He informed us that Noland would be letting us into the medic room shortly to begin the procedures.

At the same time Luke and his pals came down the stairs talking excitedly, and Luke and each of his friends was already armed with a beer.

Elliott, watching Luke's pals arrive, stood with arms akimbo, waiting for Noland. He addressed my slave brother, "So Tony boy, Julian, one of the slaves who bathed you, told me you were bucking around as they held you down for your scrubbing. Do you intend to be a trouble maker out here?"

"No sir," mumbled Tony. Elliott imitated Tony's downcast muffled, "No sir." His pals laughed. Elliott remained standing with his arms akimbo, as if thinking how he could next taunt Tony. He stared at Tony up and down, finally he said, "I see the slaves got you your prick shaved nice and smooth. Those auction folks didn't shave your pubes. They were probably thinking you would be bought up by some genteel folks who wanted a pretty little houseboy to do their shopping and laundry."

"And I see they got your cock and balls scrubbed up nice and clean. That's good, because your sausage has an appointment with 'Doctor' Noland." The laughter and smiles were almost infectious, because I noticed even my little brother Richard smiled a bit.

When Noland finally opened the door of the medic room dressed in his white lab coat, Luke and his friends greeted him with applause. Noland did an exaggerated bow, walked up to Tony, grabbed him by his clump of hair at the right side of his head and twisted it, forcing Tony to bend his head down. In that position he pulled Tony into the medic room forcing Tony to do a scrambling goofy slave walk. He said to the rest of us, "Follow us, its show time!"

To be continued...

Posted: 07/27/12