Christopher Enslaved
for Life at the Age of 22

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 10
Transport to Baldwin/Fletcher

Finally a call came over the intercom for Rooster, Possum, Tits, Buckles, Licker, and overseers and guests, to report to position number 8 on the transport loading bay for delivery to Baldwin/Fletcher. Amy handed me her dad's card and said, "I sure hope you give dad a call." I thanked her and nodded to all the girls, and looked at their asses one more time as they departed.

I led Christopher out by his leash. Because the complex was large and confusing to me, it took me a little while to find loading bay position number 8. Christopher was no help with directions, as he was looking down the entire time, dazed and sniffling. As we arrived the other four slaves were already there, but no one else. They were obviously not freshly enslaved. But as I came towards them with Christopher on the leash, they all looked interested. I nodded to them and introduced them to Licker and myself. They were all very friendly, and as they each nodded they said "hello" to us and introduced themselves.

Christopher assessed them with an interest. One appeared to be around Christopher's age, two were about 30, and another about 40 years old. They displayed a variety in their hair and body adornments. But immediately I noticed two things about them in which all four of them were similar. They were all fully erect. Seeing that made me recall what I had heard an apprentice say earlier in the preprocessing room, "You can always tell a Baldwin/Fletcher slave, by the way their lollipops are always straining in their brownies."

And the other way in which they were all similar, and were also just like Christopher, was that they all were wearing the same brown slave uniform. "Brownies." Upon seeing them I knew that the thing I called my friend on the end of my leash was one of them also, a slave like them. And the moment Christopher saw them I think he finally began to realize that fact. If Christopher had any doubts he was a slave, they were beginning to dissolve.

We all stood around, sharing a quiet warmth. Five brown uniformed slaves standing around waiting to be told what to do. And I felt, for a moment, like some benign master. I began to wonder if I could "make" them do stuff, but my musings were shattered when suddenly I saw Dexter and Beamer arriving from the guest holding area.

They both walked up with wide-eyed country boy grins on their faces, and Christopher seeing them just kept his head down and stood still. Dexter dug right in, "Well look at you. It's the family slave!" He and Beamer laughed out loud, but getting no reaction from anyone, didn't stop Dexter. "Look at yourself, Licker! What a total dork loser you are, bro! All dressed up in your new wardrobe and ready for your new life long job!"

As we all stared at one another, the intercom blared the usual message on the half hour, "Slaves, whether you are exercising on the treadmill, engaged in Shipping Room detail, General Cleanup duty, or waiting for transport and delivery, there is to be NO idling whatsoever on the premises of SBGF. Be and look alert at all times. Slaves, we repeat, NO IDLING PERMITTED, WHATSOEVER."

Dexter then repeated the mantra with a broad grin, "You hear that bro? There will be no idling for you, whatsoever!"

"Dude," Beamer chimed in, "I'm sure fuckin glad they got your hard labor slave clothes on you, cause I sure in the hell don't want see any more of your ugly pierced dick and ball sack. It was disgusting seeing you swinging on that hook."

Dexter rejoined, "Fuck man, you should have seen the look on your face when you came rolling into that processing room on the hook. Total fucking hardwire panic!"

Beamer continued, "Hell, I liked the look on his face when they were branding him a lot better!" As they both started to laugh it up, I was relieved for the first time that day to see two guards heading towards us.

The transport guards were two young men employed by the SBGF. Their uniform was similar to that of the local police, the only difference being that they had ID tags rather than badges pinned to their shirt pockets, and the large service belts they wore about their waists were heavy with "implements". And although their presence silenced Dexter and Beamer, I soon realized that they were all made of the same stuff.

The officer with the name tag of Philip Ilsley, who seemed only slightly older than Christopher and me, looked at the five slaves and shouted, "Ok, look smart, slaves! Come on, stand tall!" The four slaves quickly stood tall and firm, while Christopher just raised his head slightly. Noticing Christopher, he shouted at him, "What's your name, boy?" "I'm Christopher." Officer Ilsley shook his head and looked at his partner with a smirk. He then walked up to me, took the leash from me, and asked, "Who is the slave at the end of this leash?"

"Sir, his name was Christopher. He is now Licker." I answered in an attempt to defuse the tension.

Officer Ilsley went up to Christopher, removed the leash from his collar, and gave it to me. As he removed the leash he looked Christopher up and down, accompanied by parted lips and a half leering, half hungry, smile. He clearly relished the authority he had over slaves. He then established rapport with me by asking, "How are you doing? You holding up through all of this?" "Oh yes sir, I am fine, thank you." I replied, touched at his concern. And while he was standing next to me as though he was my buddy, he shouted out, "Ok slaves, line up and look smart! Stand nice and tall for me. While we're waiting for the transport bus to arrive there will be no idling. An idling slave is of use to anyone." As he shouted this out all the slaves stood at attention and looked at us. And then I saw Christopher, with the others, looking at me and the guard, doubtless considering me to be no better than the guard who was standing next to me.

"I want you to get lined up and face towards that wall, and start an even in sync service gait march to that wall and back. Now move it! And keep it up until I tell you to stop."

We stood around in the sun watching the slaves do a useless march, as the two guards chatted, and Dexter and Beamer talked and laughed liked idiots among themselves.

After a bit the bored Officer Ilsley decided to pick up the pace. "Alright, it's time to pick up the gait you bald cunts, or you're going to get a pre-delivery paddling!" Why I should have had nothing but contempt for Officer Ilsley and did not, and why my cock hardened as I saw those five slaves attempt to shuffle even faster, I do not know.

After about 10 minutes of service gaiting, Officer Ilsley shouted to the slaves to halt. He then ordered them to squat down on their haunches, join their hands in back of their heads, and to start duck walking in a row. So the five slaves started duck walking back and forth across the dock.

The sight of five waddling guys duck walking was kind of funny. It made them look like cartoon characters. Suddenly even Dexter somehow seemed more respectable to me than those five slaves.

Christopher was having a hard time duck walking, so Ilsley ordered the line to stop and went up to him. Christopher was in a squat position on his haunches with his hands behind his head, like the other drudges. Ilsley then took a thin night stick from his service belt and stuck it into Christopher's nose ring. He then starting pulling up on the ring so that Christopher had to turn his head straight up. As Ilsley kept pulling up on the nose ring Christopher was forced to break his teetering squat and stand up. Once he was standing up tall Ilsley kept forcing the nose ring up, causing Christopher to have to stand on the tips of his toes. Ilsley then taunted, "You aren't too bright, are you Licker? No wonder your daddy had to go and have you enslaved. You probably wouldn't have been able to even earn a living for yourself."

Dexter chimed in, "Man, you sure got that right!"

"There's only one way to teach a slave to duck walk, and that's through his ass. Since your name is Licker, how about I give you a licking?" Loud laughter from Dexter and Beamer. "Get your pants down to your ankles, now!" Ilsley pulled his stick out of Christopher's nose ring and stuck it back in his service belt, and Christopher looked like he was going to break down in tears again as he unbuttoned his trousers and took them down to his ankles. Ilsley walked to the side of Christopher and pinned his hands behind his back with his left hand, and with his right hand he took a paddle from his service belt and gave him one hard smack on the ass. "Are you going to start behaving?" He asked. Christopher screamed and shouted, "Yes sir!" Ilsley then laid on another fierce smack, and Christopher howled, "YESS!" "You going to start being a good slave?" A whack and a howl. "Are you going to start duck walking with enthusiasm when I let you down?" Christopher screamed that he would, and Ilsley ordered him to pull up his trousers and get back in line. Then he shouted, "Ok ducks, start marching! Get a move on! I want to see some serious moving! Waddle!" As the slaves resumed their duck walking with new vigor, I noticed Christopher was now duck walking as firm and secure as the other five waddling slaves.

We stood there almost another ten more minutes, watching the slaves debase themselves. We were all hard as rocks. As we watched the slaves do their duck march a car pulled up and the door opened. A young processing guard got out of the car and leaned back down to kiss the female driver. From inside the car blared loud California surfing music. Dexter and Beamer, who had been leaning back against the wall watching the slaves get humiliated, looked at the car, and started to react to the music. There, in front of the duck walking slaves, Dexter and Beamer started dancing. Beamer took off his baseball cap and waved it in the air as he wiggled his hips and knees in opposite motion. Dexter meanwhile started bobbing up and down to the music, shaking his shoulders to the beat. Both boys glided happily about, relishing showing off to the slaves that they were free. As they danced crazily with wide happy smiles, Dexter grabbed Beamer's arms and swung him around in Tango style.

Christopher could see the dancing and the smiles, as Officer Ilsley called out to the dancers, "Nice moves!"

The boys looked up from their dancing to acknowledge Ilsley's compliment, just as the processing guard parted from kissing his girl and slammed the car door shut. Suddenly the music was silenced.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/22/11