Christopher Enslaved
for Life at the Age of 22

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 6
The Trussing Room

On entering the trussing room I noticed about 6 attendants, 2 females, and 4 males. And I remember very little about being in the room except that it seemed all the attendants moved like lightening, and that I was in the room probably no longer than 3 minutes total. As soon as the door slammed shut, the woman attendant who took the folder from me was gone, and in her place was a male of about 28 years, with a name tag that simply said, "Chip". He came up to Christopher with a strange cutting instrument, unceremoniously grabbed Christopher's penis, attached it to the penis clamp, squeezed the handles, and the tight band fell away from Christopher's cock. Christopher immediately started rubbing his shaft with his hand.

As Christopher was rubbing his foreskin, Chip dragged him by his shoulders onto a raised platform in front of a white curtain and another one of the male attendants immediately appeared and started photographing Christopher from all angles. As he snapped he asked, "Licker, can you get a nice big erection for us?" Licker gave no answer and Chip asked one of the other attendants for the "ejaculator". Another attendant handed him a strange prod-like device. Chip applied lubricant to the tip, grabbed Christopher by the shoulder, turned him around, put the prod to his butt hole, and shoved it in. He then pulled a trigger, and Christopher erected to the hilt in an instant.

"Nice one!", the photographer called out. "Give us your best smile now, Licker, because these pics are going on the city web site."

Chip then pulled him off the stand and led him to a portion of the room filled with hoses and scrubbing instruments. He had him get on a portion of the floor that had steel grating for flooring and told him to pee. Christopher didn't know where to go, and Chip indicated that he was to piss in the grating. Christopher obviously had to go, since he turned his back to us and let out a long stream. When he was done he told him to grab onto a bar that ran lengthwise along the wall and bend over. When he did so Chip took a hose, put the slender nozzle up his asshole, and filled him with warm water. He took it out, told him to squat and dump, and Christopher did so, red in the face. Chip then had him stand up and with another hose he hosed him off, then did a very quick toweling of him.

Chip then quickly guided him to a 5 foot square platform that was raised two feet off the ground, and told him to get up on it and kneel down. Immediately all of the processors surrounded Christopher and from that point on I couldn't see what was happening, until about one minute later when two of the attendants hopped up on the platform, picked up Christopher trussed in a kneeling position with his knees wide apart and his hands and feet bound behind his back. They hoisted him up and attached him by the ring on his back harness to a meat hook-like thing on a trolley overhead. He was balanced in such a way that his penis was his lowest hanging body part. Amazingly in that short amount of time they had pierced his frenum, applied a ring, and to that ring had attached a 6 inch laminated card that contained coded instructions for the processors explaining which procedures Christopher was to receive.

When they placed him on the hook the bound Christopher was swinging, turning, and swaying wildly. Christopher looked terrified as he spun around, but the processors didn't seem to care. As soon as one of them punched a button, and the automated trolley started moving Christopher down the railing, the spinning immediately stopped. The trolley headed towards some plastic slatted mats, but before I could see what happened one of the processors pointed to a door for me to exit from the room, and told me to follow the signs leading up to the visitor viewing room.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/08/11