Christopher Enslaved
for Life at
the Age of 22
By:
Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's
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Chapter 13
Getting Slave-Naked and Field Ready
"Now let's get you ready for field display.
We need you to get slave-naked, so let's get the rest of your clothes and your
sandals off and put them into your duffle bag." Christopher's instinctive
modesty made him turn his back to us as he stood and removed his clothing. When
he was bare, Joshua handed him a bottle of slave body oil and told him to start
applying it, first to his arms and shoulders. As Christopher, standing in front
of us, awkwardly and self consciously started to apply the slave oil to his
naked body, all eyes were on the sniffling, awkward, self conscious new slave,
who was finally starting to do what he was told.
Dexter was impressed. "Wow, Joshua, could I get some of that sunblock body oil?
My dad and I are going to Maui next week. I'll be hanging out on the beach for
two weeks, and I'm gonna need some sunblock." Suddenly remembering something,
Dexter turned to Beamer excitedly: "Wow dude. I just remembered. Christopher was
supposed to be going with us to Hawaii, but because he now has other
commitments, dad told me I could bring anyone along I wanted to, to take his
place. You wanna go to Hawaii, dude?"
"Fuck man, would I ever!"
"Then you're on dude! It's gonna be two weeks of hangin at the beach! I bet
gettin our bodies all shiny like that sure will attract the chicks!"
"Neat! Let's get us some of that slave oil!"
Joshua then instructed Christopher to apply the oil a little more thickly then
he had been, and explained that at the farms the slaves help each other out in
applying the oil. "Todd," he asked, "would you like to help oil up your friend's
backside?"
I was happy to have the opportunity to actually help out, so I stood in back of
Christopher and applied the oil to his backside and buttocks. As I rubbed the
oil into my enslaved friend's backside, he felt like a docile animal. He felt
like a slave. When I had coated his backside I stood over him as he stooped down
to oil his feet, legs, and thighs. His buttocks were sticking out and the
thought came to me that he was a slave now and those buttocks were for spanking,
and I had an almost irresistible urge to smack him.
When Christopher had finished his legs he stood up straight and Joshua
explained, "Arnold and Retcher really like to see super polished slave domes, so
Todd, if you would care to help some more, please oil up Licker's head. Do
everything - the dome, the face, the ears, the nose, the chin. The boys like to
see very shiny slave heads." So I took the bottle of slave oil and squeezed a
bunch onto the top of Christopher's head, while he stood still with his arms
extended slightly from his sides, and I rubbed it in all over with both hands.
Christopher's head felt good as I rubbed the oil in. I know he enjoyed the
sensation too. I very gently rubbed it all over his face. He closed his eyes,
and he felt warm. I got his ears, nose, eyes, lips, cheeks, and chin.
Christopher stood still, accepting his oiling. I had never helped get a slave
ready for field labor before, but it was feeling good to me.
When I had finished I backed away slightly so I could look Christopher over. It
was obvious that he was oiled everywhere except for his genitals. A single word
from Joshua that they had to be oiled also got the shy Christopher polishing up
every part of his newly shaved slave sex unit, in front of us all. I could see
that my friend was learning how to obey.
As Joshua went to the front of the bus to get a harness, Dexter whispered, "Hey
Chris, who's the loser creep now? Huh, bro?" Christopher said nothing. I gave a
disgusted frown to Dexter, and Christopher, seeing that, smiled slightly at me.
Joshua came back with some harness gear. He took the biggest piece and slipped
it over Christopher's head. It consisted of a two inch wide leather tear drop
shaped strap hung about the neck. From the base of the tear drop strap, about
midway between Christopher's tits, a single strap ran down to his belly button,
and from there two straps ran off and connected in the back, encircling his
waist. At both sides of the back of the waist a strap ran down and encircled
Christopher's thighs, and these straps came up around the front of each leg and
fastened to each side of the waist belt. All along the length of the harness
were little fastening points for the decorations in Christopher's duffle bag.
Joshua then gave Christopher eight garters, and these he was instructed to put
on above and below both elbows and knees.
When he got the garters on, Joshua took out a strange looking head piece and
placed it on Christopher. It was awesome, but also kind of funny. It was a
half-inch blue band that went about his head. Affixed to the back of the band
were three large brightly colored foot high plumes that went up and flared out.
They were parrot colored and made me think of a cockatiel. I looked over at
Dexter and Beamer and saw them almost doubling over with laughter.
Joshua looked at them and asked, "Could you two please try to keep it down?", as
he reached down to Christopher's penis and removed the cock bell. He took the
miniature bell and attached it instead to Christopher's left nipple ring. He
took out another, similar sized bell and attached it to his right nipple ring.
He then took out Christopher's "adornment" kit from his duffle bag and opened
it. There on top of all the other various decorative pieces was a large bell.
This he took out and attached to Christopher's penis ring. It hung from a little
chain about two inches in length. The bell itself was an almost three-inch
cylindrical metal object, so it hung rather low between his legs. It must have
been quite heavy, for it tugged down Christopher's penis. And it could be heard.
It didn't tinkle, it clanged!
Dexter and Beamer could not control themselves, so they went up to the front of
the bus and sat down, giggling and snickering.
Joshua then asked Christopher to see how creative he could be. He told him to
select ornaments from his kit and to decorate himself and his harness.
Christopher, who was almost rigid from embarrassment and shame, just looked down
at the large adornment kit. Understanding his predicament, Joshua knelt down and
took several ornaments and attached them at various points along the harness. He
hung some slender silver wind chimes from both of Christopher's ear rings, and
put various metal stars and designs on the harness. When he had finished he
closed and packed everything away into the duffle bag, got up, stood back,
looked at Christopher, and said, "You look fantastic! The boys will be pleased.
Very pleased! What do you think, Todd?"
"I think he looks great, Joshua." I was not kidding. It was overwhelming. A
heavily oiled, harnessed, collared, gartered, plumed, ringed, belled, and
tinseled slave ready for labor in the fields! He was more like an animal. Shiny
and naked. A naked animal in front of us clothed humans. Standing dumbly in the
bus like a beast of burden, waiting to be told what to do next.
And Joshua told him. "OK, Licker. You do look fantastic. Now let's train you so
you walk as fantastic as you look. I want you to refine your service gait.
Usually the apprentices at SBGF try to get in a little gait training with new
slaves, but they are so disorganized there." From the back of the bus Buckles
shouted, "You're telling us!" Joshua laughed, and then continued his
instructions. "All right, Licker, put your arms akimbo, and bring your elbows
slightly forward. Good. You keep your arms in that position at all times. Now
slide one foot forward, and stop it. When your foot is stopped, you slide your
next foot forward. You move only one foot at a time! Best to slide your feet,
but never bring your foot higher than an inch off the ground. Now I want you to
practice the service gait here in the bus. Go up and down the aisle and let's
see if you can develop some speed."
Christopher faced forward. His head was down, looking at his feet, and he began
to walk the service gait. The halting movement of the steps caused his penis to
wiggle, his bell to clang, his smaller bells and chimes to tinkle, and his head
plumes to sway. As he shuffled forward towards Dexter and Beamer they were
looking back at him with broad grins. Dexter got out of his seat, took out a
small camera, and knelt down in the aisle on one knee. He looked through the
finder and started clicking away as Christopher approached him doing the slave
service gait.
Joshua called out, "OK, Licker. Your head has to be raised proudly, looking
forward." Christopher raised his head and kept walking. Dexter rose to get back
into his seat just before Christopher reached the front of the bus. As he sat
down, Dexter said to his brother, "Cool, you look dog perfect, bro!" Christopher
ignored the remark, and when he reached the front of the bus he turned around
and started his gait back down the aisle, still holding his head high. Joshua
said to me, "It's really great to see him obeying, isn't it? And look. He
actually looks proud as he does the service gait." I had to agree. "Yes, I'm
very happy to see that," I said.
It was fascinating to me, almost beyond belief, to see my friend thus
transformed. Only yesterday I was mildly envious of Christopher, of his superior
good looks, his body being trimmer than mine, his easy going personality that
won him many friends. And I had never gotten a really good look at his cock. We
were able to compare each other's equipment only in brief glances at the gym
shower. We both were modest. Now he could not be modest. All of his privacy and
modesty through the years had been undone. Nothing left to hide, nothing left to
protect. Now everything about him was on display. Not only on display but oiled
and decorated. And of what use would his great charm be to him now? Does a
parade animal need a winning personality?
There was my friend marching naked up and down the aisle of the bus, obeying
orders. Turned into a docile animal dumbly doing what he was told. On display
for all the gawkers. And he had accepted it now. There he was obeying. Marching
up and down with his arms akimbo, sliding his feet instead of walking. Doing
what he was told. He obviously was an animal. Why else would he be doing what he
was doing, oiled up and decorated like a fool?
Joshua broke my thought, "Good Licker, just smooth that gait out and you'll make
a very nice presentation for the boys. Very nice indeed. Now keep your elbows
pointing slightly more forward, stick your chest out a little more, and raise
your head just a little higher! Good boy, that's the way! Todd and I are both
glad to see you readily obeying. We're proud of you, and we want you to know
that." Christopher kept doing the gait, not looking at Joshua as he spoke.
To be continued...
Posted: 04/29/11