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

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Chapter 8

Noland found the supplies he needed for dick ringing Tony and came and sat back down in front of him. "Ok boy, it's time to punch a nice big hole in your dick tip and ring it." He lubricated the receiving tube and started working it into Tony's urethra. As Tony moaned and shuddered Noland addressed the room, "Contrary to what you probably think, this type of dick piercing is not as painful as it's made out to be. Guys get it done all the time, and in fact, three of the slaves we have were already dick ringed when we bought them. They thought they were fancy chick-pleasing hipster boys. You should see them now!" He chuckled to himself, as if reveling in their humiliation. "Anyway, I hear chicks really dig it." Tony cried out as Noland shoved the receiving tube further up his piss slit.

By this time all of the visitors in the room were a lot less squeamish and edgy, and could relax more and enjoy the processing. And as they gathered closer around to watch Tony's dick get fixed, his moaning and crying no longer disturbed quite as much as before their attempts at having a good time.

Noland, kindly, pierced Tony's dick in a flash, when he was not expecting it. I think the actual dick punching went by too quickly to satisfy Luke's guests, since Byron sounded almost disappointed when he asked, "Is that all there is to it?" I was happy to see that Tony's agony was short lived for this procedure, and once Noland sprayed on the anesthetic and started fitting him with his new ring, Tony was looking down and watching the process with interest. Sarah said, "You should have made that hurt more. What are you mollycoddling him for? My dad says people are far too lenient with their slaves." Tony found her unbearable, "Shut the fuck up, you stupid, stupid, fat bitch!" Elliott looked at Brandon. Brandon then looked at Gabriel and motioned for him to follow him out of the room.

Noland started unstrapping Tony from the procedures chair, "Too bad you said that, Tony." I went out of the room to see where Gabriel was going, and Richard followed me. Out in the hallway Brandon was talking to Gabriel in front of the two slaves chained to the wall who were about to be processed next. They looked quite pale from all the screaming they had heard.

Brandon continued. "We're pretty used to guys swearing and cussing at us while they're getting fixed, and we pay no mind to it. But what your brother just did, the way he swore at Sarah, an innocent bystander, shows a real attitude problem. That kind of behavior is correctible, and that's why you should just go ahead and sign this 'Direct Discipline' form. If you don't, his penury service term is going to do him no good, and when he's freed he'll still be acting like an out of control adolescent. I tell you, if Elliott ever talked to anyone that way, I'd give him a paddling he'd never forget."

Brandon, suddenly resolved, took the document from Gabriel and signed it. "You're probably right. After all, he's going to be in your care for the next three years, and I know he won't learn a thing from this term of service if you aren't able to make him productive."

Gabriel handed Brandon the signed document, and just as Gabriel pocketed it, the door to the medic room opened and out came Tony followed by Elliott right at his back, guiding him where to go by jabbing him in the back with the handle of the martinet. Behind Elliott followed Luke and his pals, quietly chatting.

Brandon took the cue, and walked ahead of Tony, signaling Gabriel, Richard, and me to follow as we walked down the hall a bit until we came to a door which had posted on it a sign, 'Joshua Rangle - Head Overseer'.

Brandon opened Joshua's door, and just as I was about to enter I noticed a poster attached to the wall outside his door that advertised, 'Giant Cock Fight. Mud Jackals versus the Whipping Boys. January 18, 8 pm. Holt's Landing'. I indicated it to my brothers, and Luke's friends noticed it also. Byron asked Luke what the poster was about, but Luke hesitated to answer. Drake said to his pals, "That must be about the slave wrestling matches I've heard about." Luke gave Drake an angry look. Drake shut up.

Joshua had a suite of rooms. The front room was rather plain, with various punishment frames, a couple of cots with restraining straps, and a work bench with a wide assortment of whips, paddles, tawses, and literally hundreds of strange devices such as I had never seen before. About the room video cameras were set up. Through an open door one could see that the next room looked more like a traditional office, with a desk, chairs, and filing cabinets. What was behind the other door inside the office, closed, but with a sign that said, 'Do Not Enter', could not be determined.

Joshua came out of his office, looking like a rushed man with too many things on his agenda, "Let's get this over with." Brandon stopped him; "Tony was abusive to one of Luke's guests for no reason just now. His oldest brother just signed the Direct Discipline form, therefore I'm calling for a reformatory strapping before the branding." Joshua nodded, "I see. OK. Get on with it." Tony gave Gabriel a sad, lost, hopeless, look.

Casper asked what a reformatory strapping was as Elliott guided Tony to one of the cots and told him to lie down on his back. Joshua answered, "Just watch and see. It's the same kind of strapping delinquents have been receiving in reform schools for a hundred years. It has remained a staple because it works. It makes delinquents like Tony want to reform real quick!"

Tony, with a look of fear lay down on his back. Elliott instructed Tony to bring his hands together above his head, and he then cuffed his hands together and chained them to a bolt in the wall. Elliott then went to Tony's side and grabbed his left leg, lifted it up, stretched it out, and held it with both arms.

Brandon came forward with a two and three quarter inch wide black, doubled over, leather strap. He picked up Tony's right leg with his left hand, spread it wide, and stood between Tony's widely outstretched legs. He pulled back his right arm and strapped Tony inside the right inner thigh. An almost happy smile came over Brandon's face as he delivered the first blow and asked, "Did that feel good Tony?" He laid on a second blow, "I bet it did." Elliott was smiling too, happily keeping Tony's legs spread very wide so Brandon had enough swinging room. Two handsome brothers, sharing in something they enjoyed.

Brandon seemed to relish looking over Tony's spread flanks and deciding where to hit next. He continued smiling, and then when Tony's howling subsided he would deliver the next blow to the selected spot. Every blow landed in a different part of both legs; lower leg, lower leg side, lower leg front, upper thigh inner, upper thigh outer, the back of the legs. After most blows a question followed. "Would you like me to hit there again?" "Are you going to be a good boy?" "Are you beginning to see that we are serious out here about behaving?" "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Tony didn't even try to answer the questions, and Brandon and Elliott didn't seem to mind. It would be hard to point out which brother had the wider smile, and showed off more very nice teeth.

Luke and his friends were smiling too, just watching a little late afternoon sport. Actually, I think Gabriel, Richard, and I were smiling a little, too. Hard to say why, and every one of us seemed to be bulging a little in the trousers. That would be even harder for me to explain.

When the strapping was over and they let Tony's legs down, we all just silently watched him wiggle around on the cot, moaning, with his hands cuffed above his head, rubbing his legs together to soothe the pain. Nothing was said. Maybe they were hoping Tony would start swearing so they could strap him some more.

I think I had to agree with Brandon's decision; a belting was probably what Tony needed. There was no real reason he had to shout at Sarah.

Finally Elliott went and uncuffed Tony, and pulled him up off the cot. "You got off easy Tony. Usually we tenderize our boys for a strapping by making them soak in a hot tub for an hour before the beating." As Tony tried to stand, Elliott said, "I hope you made a resolve while you were on that cot getting strapped to start towing the line. We hate strapping our boys." He gave Tony's balls a brief tug.

"OK everyone; it's time to watch Tony get his ass branded. Tony, march over to that frame and put your feet into the ankle cuffs!" The strapping must have worked, since Tony marched over to the frame Elliott pointed out and positioned himself without hesitating. Elliott started securing Tony down to the frame with straps. He strapped his legs in a very wide spread apart position. Brandon came forward with a rather large butt plug, and started lubing it up. Seeing the curious faces, he answered, "We butt plug 'em for the branding. It prevents them from tensing their buttocks too much and ruining the brand. Also prevents 'em from shitting on the floor."

Gabriel and I walked up behind Brandon to better watch Tony get butt plugged. As he worked the butt plug up Tony's hole, slowly twisting it upward, he reached between Tony's legs and grabbed his balls and tugged down on them, to provide leverage as he shoved the butt plug slowly upwards into Tony's hole. "Come on big guy, open up for me. You can take all of this." Brandon kept tugging downward on the balls, and pushing upward on the butt plug, all the while Tony whined and moaned.

Seeing us watch with interest as he worked the butt plug up into Tony's ass, Brandon asked, "Would you boys care to join me sometime at the Liberty Club? It's a freemen's club that advocates for slavery, does charity work around town, proselytizes the benefits of slavery, and so forth. We members are allowed to take guests, and while you are there you just might get to see slavery in a new light. Members usually take a slave along with them when they go, and put them to work on the upkeep and maintenance of the clubhouse. The slaves also provide all of the service labor while members chat, dine, recreate, and so on. The club thrives entirely on slave labor. We also show off our slaves, show what they can do, have them entertain us, and such. My dad, Elliott, and I will probably be taking one or all of the three new slaves with us to the club every time we go, at least for the next two weeks; since they will be on a limited work schedule while they heal from their body mods and are in training here at the tannery."

Gabriel balked slightly, but Brandon encouraged him, "Come on! Just because you have a slave brother doesn't mean that you can't have a good time at the club." Then looking at me, he asked, "Victor, you'd come out to the Liberty Club if I asked you, wouldn't you?" I was flattered and answered, "Sure I would."

Gabriel answered thoughtfully, "I would like to. I think it would be a good education. I am willing to listen and learn."

Brandon finally got the butt plug all the way up, and secured it in place with straps coming from the end of it about Tony's thighs. The plug kept Tony's legs very widely spread, and his butt stuck out in two large bubbles.

Joshua took over securing Tony with straps to the branding frame at every point of his body including a band around his forehead. When Tony was totally lashed down, he said, "OK, Tony, start bucking and wiggling. Try to break away." Tony could barely move anything but his elbows. Seeing Tony immobilized, Elliott said, "Good job, Joshua."

Luke shouted, "Come on guys! Get this fucking show on the road. My friends want to see that slave ass get torched!"

Elliott couldn't let the moment go without a taunt, "OK Tony, this is the finishing touch. This is the coup de grace that turns a human being into a slave. Are you ready?" Luke and his pals were grinning as widely as Elliott. Then giving Tony's right buttock a resounding slap, causing Tony to yelp, Elliott commanded, "Joshua, let's turn this boy into a slave!"

All of Luke's friends broke out into applause at Elliott's excellent prelude to a branding. Then Elliott, stepping back from Tony to let Joshua do his thing, smiled a wide schoolboy-like smile to Luke and his pals as he casually rearranged the front of his trousers.

Luke and his guests gathered more closely around the branding frame. The chatter quieted down, the guests' breathing became heavy and slow, and their mouths were open slightly with a curious look. Joshua, surveying that all was ready, took a branding iron from the electric furnace, moved quickly behind Tony, and steadily moved the brand towards Tony's right upper buttock, and even when it touched flesh, he kept moving it into Tony.

Transfixed at the process, almost mesmerized, I didn't really hear Tony's awful screaming until it started subsiding when Joshua sprayed on a substance that turned into foam as it touched the wound. When the foam dissipated, Joshua applied more. It seemed to lessen Tony's pain.

It must have been 10 minutes Tony remained strapped in the frame, with Joshua reapplying the antiseptic, anesthetic, foam. And for that whole time all of us spectators were quiet. A deep warmth came over me, I was flushed. My brothers were red in the face, as were Luke's guests. We stayed quiet as Elliott and Joshua undid Tony's bindings, removed his butt plug, and bandaged his rump.

All of us spectators were gathered together as Elliott and Brandon went up to Tony, took him by the shoulders and guided him to step back from the branding frame. They spun him around to have him face us. Brandon began, "Well look at you. A brand new, spankable, slave. Let's have your brothers get a good look at you." Addressing us, "Look at your kid brother. He's a real slave now. He looks good, doesn't he?"

We all nodded 'Yes'. Brandon continued, "How does it finally feel Tony, to at last be sporting our tannery brand on your ass? You are now USDS prime slave stock. Property of the Blazer Tannery." Then addressing us, "Look at his snazzy giant slave nose and cock rings, and his fancy haircut! Pretty neat, huh? A new workboy in the slave corral!"

"Ok, now stand tall, Tony." Tony obeyed. "Atta boy! I want you to recite your first slave mantra for your brothers. Now I want you to look proudly at them and say, "I a good slave will be; no job too big or small for me." Tony just mumbled the words. "Oh come on! You can do better than that. Your brothers can't hear you." Tony repeated it only slightly louder, but Brandon didn't mind as he smiled hugely at Luke and his pals.

I could hardly stand being there, watching Tony be so humiliated, but I guess that was part of what overseers have to do to train slaves.

Elliott walked up stood beside Tony and pulled out a wallet from his back pocket, and took out a wad of twenty-dollar bills. He spread them fan like and waved them in front of Tony. "Hey poor boy! You ended up here because you didn't have any of this stuff." As he waved the bills Luke and his pals laughed. "Brandon and I have got lots of this stuff." A snarl smile flashed his handsome face as he waved the bills in front of Tony. "But you don't have a penny to your name, do you? That's why you're a slave now, poor boy."

Stuffing the bills back in his wallet, Elliott looked at us, "But money isn't needed out here. So Tony's days spent worrying about money are over. He's now no longer a 'poor boy'; now he's a 'work boy'. So; happy ending!" We smiled as the others laughed.

Elliott then started rubbing Tony's bald head, as a smile of absolute triumph made his handsome face gleam. "Make sure you keep your dome shaved. You have a lot more places to shave now that you're a slave. Your dome and all around your hair clumps has to be shaved every day, as does your face, pits, nads, ass, and pussy. My brother and I like you pussy boys to keep your cunts shaved nice and smooth for us." Elliott waggled his tongue at Luke's guests.

Elliott then spoke to Tony in the low, quiet, sneering, leering, voice one reserves for phone sex. "Tony, you look real nice with your big new nose and cock rings, your branded rump, and slave haircut. You aren't a man anymore, dude. You're a girlyboy slave." He put his hands on Tony's chest and started gently tweaking his nipples. He fondled both sides of Tony's chest. "All right girlie boy, let me feel up your titties. Real nice titties on you, Tony. They feel nice, like girlie titties. You'd look real nice with these ringed, too. Would you like your titties ringed? Should I take you back there and have Noland ring your titties? Would you like that, little woman?" He looked to see if Luke and his pals were enjoying his taunts. They were, so he continued. He gently ran his hand down to Tony's inner thigh. "You're a girlie boy now. You have to do what we say now, Tony. Do what we say and we can make you feel reeaaaal good." His words became quieter and more drawn out. "But if you're naughty we can make you feel very bad. Because you're a slave, Tony. Have you got that? Can you hear me? You're a slave. Nothing but a slave. And Brandon and I are your masters!"

The guests laughed as Byron ran out of the room, saying he had to take a piss.

Elliott snapped a 12-inch chain to Tony's collar, and as he was about to pull Tony out of the room he stopped and asked Luke and his guests, "If you enjoyed the ringing and branding, feel free to watch a repeat performance. Noland is working on Adam right now, and that will be followed by Steve, that skinny slave. What are your plans?"

Drake answered, "I don't know about you guys, but I'd like to watch both of the remaining slaves get processed. I loved it!" Everyone, including Sarah, agreed with Drake, so they all followed Luke back into the medic room.

We followed Elliott as he led the naked slave Tony out into the hallway. Outside of Joshua's office eyebolts were fixed in the wall and arranged at various levels. Elliott chained Tony to the wall with the 12-inch chain to a bolt at Tony's abdomen level, so Tony was chained in a stooping position, where he could neither stand tall nor kneel down. Tony's hands' instinctively went against the wall to help support himself. Elliott instructed him, "Hands off the wall. If I see your hands on the wall again I'll take my little whip and decorate your back. That'll get you dancing." Then addressing my brothers and me, he explained, "We chain 'em against the wall in a bent position like this after spankings. It makes their asses stick out more, so the other slaves are reminded of what happens to naughty slaves."

At that point Brandon came out of Noland's office, and called for Elliott, telling him that Noland needed his assistance. Elliott headed for the medic room, as Brandon approached us. As the two brothers passed each other in the hallway, they high-fived. As each brother passed me I noticed they both smelled faintly of sage and clover. The Blazer brothers shared grooming products.

Brandon told us that the tannery slaves were getting off work now, and were heading towards the baths. After their baths it was inspection time, and at that time he intended to introduce the three new freshly processed slaves to the rest of the slaves. He invited us to stay and watch. We were happy for the invitation.

A loud scream echoed down the hallway. The brand had just hit Adam's butt. Brandon smiled, "Another slave receives the Blazer seal of approval. I'd better go get him."

Gabriel, Richard, and I leaned against one side of the hallway, and watched Tony, who was chained to the opposite wall in a stooping position. Nothing was said. The silence was dismal. Soon, Joshua's office door opened, and Brandon was leading Adam out by short a chain, and brought him next to Tony. He chained him against the wall in the same stooping position. Adam was bawling.

Brandon was in a friendly mood. He scratched his cheek, and smiled. "You know guys, you should consider your options for Tony. Some guys never learn and that's why slavery is the most humane option for them. It protects them from their own stupidity. They get fed and cared for, have a guaranteed job for life, and it focuses their dispositions in a positive way." Tony shifted uneasily.

"I've seen enough guys like Tony come through here, and how some of them, even with the guidance and strict discipline we offer them, just never seem to learn. Nothing helps them. For such boys, it's the best option. If Indigent Services is suggesting that Tony be reassigned to an indefinite service contract, then I would really urge you boys to encourage your dad to take their advice. Support from Indigent Services is often all that's needed to convince a judge to rule in favor of a life term. I've been around slaves all of my life, and I've had to discipline hundreds of them. I can tell you, some boys, like Tony here, just never get it. They never accept what we offer them."

"And the good thing about a lifer term for Tony would be that if he remains intransigent after a period of two years, then we have the option of castration. The state only allows that on lifer boys. But castration always calms the problem boys down, takes the friskies out of them, and turns them into good worker boys. It is a totally beneficial procedure for the lifer slave."

"Getting a service extension for someone like Tony wouldn't be too difficult, now that he has a foot in the door, so to speak. Extensions can be found if one knows the loopholes. Do you guys know how much you could get for a slave like Tony? We are talking a major whooping sum! What with your dad already considering extending his service a couple of years, with Indigent Services suggesting that Tony and a lifetime service contract wouldn't be a bad match, with his oldest brother having signed a 'Direct Discipline' order, plus the fact that a judge also takes into account the owners' own general annual report on the slave's progress - that's the report we file with the state each year. Tony would be an easy candidate to loophole into lifetime service. Add to that the fact that Tony isn't too bright." By this time Tony was crying also.

I interjected, "Tony's no dummy."

"Well, that may be, but he's too far into the system by now for him to prove himself otherwise. But anyway, if you do pull off a life term for Tony you boys would be major rich, real quick!" A catch came into my throat.

Gabriel would have none of it. "Sorry, I don't buy it. I want Tony back home, and I expect him to be free in three years or whatever. And I will fight for Tony to that end." Brandon nodded as if to say, "I hear you and respect your decision", but the sly smile he flashed said something else.

Brandon then walked over to Tony, reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, "OK Tony, let's stop that annoying crying, or I'll give you something to really cry about!" Tony immediately stopped his crying, as did Adam.

How ineffectual I felt, and I'm sure my brothers did too. Just a couple of weeks ago if anyone had threatened one of us, the others would have swung into action in their defense. But the rules were changed now. Tony was a slave. We had to stand by and let them dish out anything they wanted to to our brother, I figured.

As Brandon left to go assist with the skinny slave, he said, "If you boys want to get out and walk around a bit go ahead. Go get some refreshments upstairs. Just order any beverage you want from any slave you happen to see. I think you'll find we have a very obedient bunch of slaves. Don't feel like you have to watch these two slaves here. They can't get away."

When I said I wanted to stay with Tony, Brandon handed me a short whip from his belt. "Here, use this on Tony's back if decides to get mouthy with you. I think you will be pleasantly surprised at how quickly it makes asshole slaves comply with your requests."

To be continued...

Posted: 08/10/12