Christopher Enslaved
for Life at the Age of 22

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 9
Todd Takes the Leash

The line slowly started moving forward, so Tim halted Christopher by jerking cruelly on his collar, causing him to choke and stumble. "Come on, we gotta get back in line. But keep your pants down, I want see if those four girls over there on the receiving dock get juiced up seeing a depantsed, fresh off the hook, newly ringed, cringing slave."

All three apprentices laughed and scratched their crotches. Then Officer Floyd Gutter approached us, carrying a tawse, and addressed them: "Tim, Phil, Andrew, I need you at Station Eight to ease up a log jam." Then addressing me, Officer Gutter asked, "You're Todd Maltsby, correct?" A little frightened, I told him that I was, and he continued, "Will you take free man responsibility for this drudge, Licker, until his transport is ready? It could take as long as an hour or two."

I managed to say firmly, "Sure, officer.", even though I was trembling on the inside. I figured it would be a great way to get Christopher out of the clutches of the sadist apprentices. "Ok then, this drudge is now your responsibility, according to California statute. Just make sure he stays in line here in the shipping/pickup area." He took Christopher's leash from Tim and handed it to me. Then he handed me the tawse he brought along. "Do you know how to use this thing?" I hesitated. "Ahh, - well-". Officer Gutter then said to Tim, "Would you stay behind and give Todd a quick course?" Tim nodded assent, and as Gutter walked away he said, "Make it real quick, Tim. We need you to hurry to join us at Station Eight."

"Sure thing!", said Tim, as he took his tawse from his service belt and grabbed both ends and flexed his muscles with it. He offered me his hand in greeting, I took it, and as we shook he said, "Hi Todd, nice to meet you. Don't be afraid of using the tawse. Cone heads fresh off the hook are so fucking, balls-
quivering, cock-bobbing, scared shitless that it's a real good time to drive lessons home. There's something really special about jerking around the newly enslaved. It's a totally awesome kind of control. You know what I mean, Todd?"

"Yeah, I think so," I responded sheepishly.

"The only way you can learn the tawse is to practice. The key to the tawse is to halt your wrist the moment body contact is made. If you do it properly, it'll sting 3 times as great as any other implement, it can be used over a wider body area, and it results in the least amount of damage. If you're good at it there's practically no damage, and maximal pain delivery. Just practice. It makes perfect!"

He paused, looked at me, and continued, "Hey, that's a real neat shirt you got on, Todd! Where did you get it?"

"Thanks, Tim! I got it at Frederick's, next to Dupay Hair Salon."

"Hey, that's where I get my hair done, man! Great cut on ya!"

"Thanks dude! I noticed your spikes. You look good!" All of a sudden it hit me that I was getting friendly with Christopher's tormentor.

"Well, I'll see you around. Remember, use the time standing around in line and waiting here to practice your tawsing action on Licker. Maybe we can get together some time and do volunteer work at the Slave Training Service Center together. You get a chance there to get hands-on experience in all forms of discipline and control. And it's a really great environment. Gives you a great feeling volunteering your time to help out citizens who can't afford or aren't able to discipline their slaves on their own. It's a real nice sense of community involvement. You think you'd be interested in volunteering?"

Somewhat confused in the presence of Christopher, I let out a quiet, "Yeah, maybe."

"We never get enough volunteers to help out with the drudges on Tuesdays for 'Young Adult Night.' We sometimes get up to 200 young adult slaves, 18 to 21 years, in need of spankings, and it's happened that only nine or ten volunteers show up. Understandably, when people do volunteer work they want a little pay-back in terms of having some 'fun,' if you know what I mean. Everyone just seems to prefer wielding the tawse, strap or paddle rather than their own hand, and I don't blame them. But spanking is the best way to begin learning techniques, cause you get a real feel and sense of how much pressure it takes to get reactions and so on. And on Tuesday nights there is just so much material to practice on. A young butt is great starter material because it's relatively easy to handle. If you would just rather watch your first time there, that's fine. We always need volunteers to do coffee and beverage duty, also. Anyway, here's my number, give me a call sometime, dude!"

Tim handed me his card, I thanked him, and said, "Sounds great, Tim. Nice meeting you."

As I heard Tim say "Same here!" as he left, I felt so strange. A nervous excitement had come over me ever since Gutter put Christopher in my charge and I held him by his leash. I did not know what was going on. To get back to reality I told Christopher to pull his pants up. He did so immediately and thanked me. "Oh man, what are we going to do?", he asked as he buttoned up his ugly slave pants. "You gotta help me, Todd. We gotta get out of here. Remember how we talked about the networks in Oregon for runaways, how it was a good thing. Todd, this may be our only chance, you can take me out of here, man!"

I didn't know what to think. "Chris, I'm afraid. If I get caught I could be enslaved for life."

"Let's just go for a walk. Then when we're alone I'll go off. If I'm ever caught I'll tell them I shoved you."

"Chris, this is too crazy. They've got police all over. It would never work!"

"Todd, please! Help me." And with that Christopher broke down and started sobbing. He fell to his knees and his hands went to his face.

An officer walking by looked at me and said, "Let's keep it down over there."

I pleaded with Christopher, "Chris, you've got to get yourself together, they're getting upset with us. Come on dude. We're almost out of here. Just calm down."

He grabbed my legs in desperation. "What's going on, Todd? Help me!" As he raised his voice more people started looking at us. "You're my friend!"

"I know I am. But man, keep it down!"

"What about all the things we talked about?"

"Now is not the time. I will be here for you, Christopher, but please, don't create a scene."

"Todd, you can walk me to Gary's house. I can get some clothes there."

"Man, that's conspiracy talk. I could go to prison, Chris!"

"This will probably be our only chance, Todd! Let's act now!"

I was totally confused, and frightened as well. "Hey Chris. Come on! Don't give me any of this right now, man, ok? I'm trying to help you. I spent the entire day with you."

The line moved forward, and Christopher was unaware that we were supposed to move, so I tugged gently on his leash, and said, "Come on, we have to move, they're watching us." As I tugged on his leash and pulled him along I felt a strange stirring. I had my friend on a leash, and it felt good.

"Todd, what about the things we shared, how we hated slavers, and the very idea of slavery. Look what they've done to me!"

Another voice shouted out. "Sir, you've got to keep your drudge quiet over there. We don't allow any kind of disturbances, scenes or outbursts in the shipping/pickup area!"

Christopher continued, "Todd, let's get out of here. Let's go for a walk."

"Fuck man! Would you just calm down! Don't give me any of this shit right now!" I was getting frustrated. I was trying to help Christopher, but he was making it hard.

Christopher then started pulling on my arm, raising his voice a little, "Todd, let's just go for a walk. I just need some fresh air."

An officer, who was doing the rounds and had heard the raised voice, walked a little closer and said to me, "Sir, you have to control him or else you could be cited."

And then in a total bit of confusion, I let out, "Fuck man, you're making me angry. I'm beginning to see why they've got to handle slaves like you the way they do."

I immediately felt upset and confused, and an older officer, with a late middle age paunch, who was sipping coffee on the shipping deck, seeing the trouble I was having, slowly sauntered over, and in a friendly voice asked, "You need some help here, sir?"

Not knowing what he meant, I replied, "Yeah, I'm just confused. He's upset, I don't know what to do."

The officer then took the leash from my hands and led Christopher to between a set of two whipping poles off to one side of the shipping room, not far from one of the big open doors looking out onto the loading dock.

He took Christopher's left wrist, stretched it out, and velcroed it to the strap on the pole at about Christopher's shoulder level. He then said to me, "You want to help me with this?", indicating the strap on the right. So feeling like I was railroaded into it I took Christopher's right arm and stretched it out, and velcroed the wrist to a strap at the same level as his left wrist.

The officer then came around to me and extended his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Officer Bill Koslowski. I saw you were having some trouble. Fresh off the hook new drudges are total basket cases, but that's when punishment does the most good, and makes the biggest impression. You get his pants down, and I'll go and get a strap."

As Officer Bill started to go off I walked up behind Christopher and put my arms around him to undo his trouser buttons. "Todd? What are you doing?"

"He told me to do this."

"Todd, not with those four girls over there!"

Hearing this, Officer Bill stopped and turned around to face us and said, "Boy. Don't you get it? You're a slave now. You have no right to privacy any more. You get slave-naked whenever you're told. Your pants come down whenever your overseers tell you they come down." With that he walked off and I proceeded to unbutton Christopher's pants.

"Todd, stop it!", squirmed Christopher, Officer Bill's words obviously having made no impression.

"Come on Christopher, I gotta get these pants down. Officer Bill will be back soon."

"Todd, no."

"Let's get em down Christopher. Let's just do what they want. Don't create any more trouble for yourself." The buttons undone, I grasped the waist of his trousers and rolled them down to his ankles. His erection from being on the hook was finally down.

The four girls who had been watching us at the far end of the shipping dock, realizing that some punishment was about to take place, slowly started to walk down the dock nearer to where we were, whispering and giggling to themselves.

Bill soon came back carrying a three inch wide, doubled over, black leather strap. "I reckon this would be better for you.", he said as he handed me the strap. He then went in front of Christopher and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're not used to the tawse, right?" I nodded "yes." "That's what I figured. If you're new to this, then it's better to use the belt. An untrained hand can get a lot more pain delivered with a nice wide belt than he can from a tawse." He went to the back of Christopher and rolled his shirt up and hung it up over his shoulders. "Don't want the shirt tails getting in your way!"

Then I saw it, running in a line of half-inch black letters under Christopher's right shoulder--Christopher's tattoo: "PROPERTY OF BALDWIN/FLETCHER." "There's another one just like it directly opposite, on his other side, just below the right collarbone," Bill commented. "'PROPERTY OF BALDWIN/FLETCHER,' coming and going. This one won't get lost," he chuckled.

"Ok, he's ready and he's all yours! Just avoid that bandage over his right buttock. It covers his brand." He must have noticed the questioning look on my face, because the next thing he said was, "You may be wondering what his brand is. Same as all the rest of them. USLS: 'United States Lifer Slave.'"

When he heard those words, Christopher shuddered and turned his head, as if to look down at his brand. Inside, I shuddered too. "You want me to do this?", I asked.

"Look, if he's your legal responsibility I'd suggest you start learning how to control him right now. Don't worry how you do. I'll give you pointers." Officer Bill stood off to the side and folded his arms, waiting for me to begin. "Come on, just jump in and do it. Everyone's a little afraid their first time, but you'll get the hang of it, and may even like it."

"Yeah, but - - "

"No 'Yeah buts!' You need to realize that the more strappings he gets these first few days of his enslavement, the better off he'll be in the long run. If you really want to help your friend out now, then just start strapping his slave ass!"

I was aware that several officers and attendants were watching from various positions around the shipping/delivery room, and I felt I had no say in the matter, so I drew back the belt and let it crack onto Christopher's ass. He screamed and jumped.

"Good one!", encouraged Officer Bill. "You've got it in you, now try another one." I pull back the strap and it lands with a crack on the same spot. Christopher jumps and screams even louder.

"You're gonna be a pro! The reason I know you've got a good swing is that you've really got him bucking. That's the sign you're really talking to him! The screams tell you very little, since they usually scream even if it doesn't hurt. Some psychological effect."

I figured if I did just one more, I could stop, so I swung my arm back really fierce and let it rip. The belt landed a bit lower and Christopher really screamed and jumped. His buttocks were flexing a mile a minute. Through the tears he cried out, "Todd, please stop it!" Bill shouted, "That's the ticket! Give em another one while you got the rhythm going. It's for his own good." So I let out an even fiercer blow, and Christopher howled. The girls moved in a little closer. They were now seeing Christopher from the front. Smiles erupted on the faces of all the girls, and we made eye contact. They acknowledged me and giggled. I was feeling really secure, so I figured I'd do one more swat. I drew back the belt and laid it on with an inspired energy, and Christopher bucked so much I thought the poles would break. Christopher's bell was really ringing wildly from that last blow, what with him bucking his hips, trying to break free, and that caused the girls to giggle in an even sillier fashion.

Bill then commented, "The great thing about a cock-belled slave is not only does it let his overseers know if he's keeping busy, it also lets his disciplinarian know if he's doing a proper job whipping him. A properly whipped slave should be jumping and hopping like he's dancing on burning coals. And with a bell you can hear if you're delivering enough force to his backside!"

Bill then advised, "Ok, now move over here to the side of him, so you can land more force of the blow on the left buttock now. All your first hits concentrated on the right buttock, and you want to spread it out over both slave cheeks. You want to deliver a nice ass-balanced beating to your slave. Make sure you cover every part of that naked slave ass."

So I stood to the left side of Christopher, and I could see that he was starting to erect. I took a swing and let a good blow land on his left buttock, and Christopher screamed, bucked, and erected full hilt. His bell rang wildly, and the girls keep doing their giggling thing.

"Ok, let em have a couple really at full force now. Let's see what you can do," prompted Bill. I really had no say in the matter, since I felt like I would be letting Bill down if I didn't try to teach my slave some manners.

By now I was half erect, and when I saw some of the girls looking at my crotch, I felt strange. Suddenly I wasn't embarrassed at being erect in this situation. I was feeling proud, I was beginning to feel like a man. The girls were watching, officers and shipping boys were all taking notice, and they all seemed to think I was doing a good job. Pride took over, and finally I just jumped into the strapping with full force. The screams of Christopher, mingled with the approving howls of the watchers, inspired me. And as my belting grew more intent and purposeful, my erection grew to full parade display status. I saw the eyes of the girls shifting back and forth from Christopher's bouncing, ringing, unit to my bulging, straining crotch. My rod felt like it was made of iron, and I was feeling like a man. It was a totally awesome moment for me. To be erect the whole time in front of these four major babes, and being able to be proud of it, and to know they thought I was a real man. A real man at last!

After a few more blows my older reality came into focus, and for a second I wasn't even sure if I had really done what I had just done. But Officer Bill confirmed it. "Great job, Todd. You can let him down now or you can leave him hanging there if you want. Might be easier on you to just leave him on display until your transport arrives." He then addressed Christopher, "Boy, you should be ashamed of yourself having to get a naked strapping right after graduating into your collar. Are you going to start behaving now, or is your friend here going to have to swat your slave ass some more? It's up to you."

Christopher moaned quietly, "I'll be quiet."

"That's a good boy.", said Officer Bill as he came up to Christopher and straightened his cone hat, which had become lopsided during the strapping. "Let's have you looking real nice and slave snazzy!" He stood back and looked Christopher up and down as he hung bared on the poles. "You're a good looking boy. You should be a fit and snappy slave in a few days, once they get you disciplined up. I think after the first couple of times you're hauled over the Baldwin boys' knees for a spanking you'll soon catch on that you really do want to be a good boy. I think you've got in you the makings of a genuine quickstepping, eager to please, tractable slave. I don't know how smart you are, but that doesn't make any difference. You're probably here because you didn't do too well in school, right? Well, for what you're going to be doing you don't have to be too smart, in fact it would be to your advantage. You don't have to use your mind. All you have to do is to obey. That is all you have to know: how to obey. Once the boys get you fine tuned I'm sure you'll be obeying, complying, serving, and bowing with the best of the team."

Officer Bill then wished me well, nodded his leave, and I voiced a quiet, "Thanks a lot for helping me out, sir."

"My pleasure Todd. I'll be around if you need me."

The post-belting silence was broken by the intercom: "Drudges Slit, Geebo, Plaster, and Knob, report to room 32 for ear stapling."

I was suddenly left alone with Christopher, and now I felt very awkward. So I told him, "I'm going to get you some water, dude, I'll be right back and let you down." I needed to get away from him, feeling embarrassed at what I had just done to him.

When I got back with the water, I released his wrists and told him to pull his pants up. As he did that I told him that I only did what I did because I'm sure it prevented him from having to get something a lot worse from one of the experienced guards. He didn't say anything. I handed him the plastic water bottle, and he had to hold his nose ring up with one hand in order to drink. It was painful for me to watch him drink, because he was so ashamed, even after all he had been through. He did not want me to see how he would now have to hold his nose ring up and out of the way in order to eat or drink.

After he drank the water, I suggested that we go for a stroll on the loading dock. He didn't answer, so I took his leash and gave him a tug. We walked out on the deck. It was a nice sunny day outdoors, and eventually the four girls sauntered over. "So who is the naughty boy?" one of them asked. "His name is Licker", I said, suddenly getting kind of shy. Another girl, indicating me, coyly asked, "And who is the good boy?" I blushed and said, "I'm Todd Maltsby." She then replied, "I'm Amy. You certainly know how to handle the strap. You sure had him bucking around. You really made his weenie bell tinkle!" All the girls then started laughing, and she continued, "My dad needs some overseer help. Would you be interested?" "Well, yeah. I'll be needing to look for a summer job soon. Sounds like fun.", I said, forgetting to ask myself what Christopher might be thinking.

"So what are you doing now?", Amy asked. "I'm just delivering Licker here to his owner. This is his first day as a naked lifer hard labor slave." Three of the girls looked at him with some pity, but one of the girls let out an impish, "That's not a bad idea. He looked real good naked."

All the girls giggled as they looked over at the cowed and humiliated Christopher. Christopher's head was bowed, so I gently tugged his leash and said, "Licker, say 'hi' to the girls." Defeated, Christopher said, "Hi", without looking up. The shy girl in the back finally spoke up, "No more idling for you, Licker!" The girls giggled dumbly at her remark.

I was feeling strange on the inside. I was some kind of new person. Suddenly not upset. And Christopher was looking like a different person, also. He seemed foreign to me; all bald, ringed and defeated.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/15/11