Christopher Enslaved
for Life at the Age of 22

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 17
Todd Visits Licker

The dinner bell called us to lunch, and we ate outside, like a giant picnic. Everybody stood in line to get food, slaves in one line and overseers and guests in another line. The meal was served by slaves, with almost all of the slaves wearing their brown uniforms, except for the decorated and naked field slaves, a relatively small percentage of the total. The slaves were served rice, mixed beans and legumes, and vegetables, and I noticed that most slaves could have as much as they wanted. A few were restricted, Licker told me, for diet, health, or punishment reasons.

When we had each gotten our food and joined up again, Licker led me to a bench that was populated with other naked, ringed and harnessed field slaves. I noticed that they were all very handsome slaves, like Licker, and they all had on a variety of headdresses and ornaments and makeup. It was a very colorful sight. One of them immediately asked what kind of job they had for Licker this afternoon, since he was in uniform. Licker said he did not know what Retcher wanted to use him for.

I soon relaxed and found the slave banter very interesting. They all seemed content, and even happy. They talked about things like harness fits, getting new adornments, making headdresses, who had helped them get oiled this morning, their pecs and abs, things like that. One talked about how he'd lost an erection during the changing of the display slave's ceremony and how he was glad that no overseer noticed it. Another one said he wanted a new copy of the slave mantra book because his original copy was so worn out.

When the 'back to work' bell sounded at ten to one, all the slaves took their plates over to a wash station and washed them off. Licker took mine for me, and I sat and watched the activity. I noticed that as part of the after-dinner ritual, slaves everywhere were kneeling and serving as urinals for each other and their overseers. I saw Licker peeing into the mouth of a uniformed slave. When he finished peeing he returned and asked me to accompany him to the guest plaza. We walked over to a little green rest area by the parking lot and he told me that he was instructed to wait there for Retcher. I let him know I was glad to see that he had nice friends among the field slaves, and he agreed that he did. He said he liked all of them very much. I did not believe him. Then I saw Joshua coming towards us, and walking with him was Retcher Baldwin.

They were talking to each other as they approached. I was afraid - perhaps thinking in the back of my mind, "Is Retcher going to get me enslaved, too?" After all, Licker hadn't been much different from me when his life was changed. Then I wondered, if I was enslaved like Licker, how would I be adapting? How would I react to the prospect of spending the rest of my life in that brown uniform or naked and on display? It was something I couldn't dwell on. Not then. With Retcher coming closer, I didn't want to reveal any weakness.

I had never seen him up close before. He was tall, almost 6' 2". He is 29 years old, almost as fit as a hard labor slave, with dirty-blond, luxuriously combed hair and expensive casual clothes. He was sleek, comfortable, and confident. He seemed friendly as he extended his hand in greeting. "Hi Todd. I'm glad to finally meet you. I've seen you around town before, usually with Licker here. You two were best buddies, right?" I replied, "Yes, sir," and the "sir" immediately made me think I was acting scared, scared like a slave. He continued, "That's why I'm glad you are keeping in touch with Licker. I think it will be good for the both of you." Letting me wonder what I thought of that.

He then walked over and stood on the left side of Licker. "You have probably heard how happy we are with our purchase, here," he said, putting his right hand on top of Licker's bald head and starting to rub it gently the way one would a dog. "Licker has turned out to be one of the most 'eager to please' purchases we've ever made." Licker did a happy smile that seemed absolutely genuine, like he was pleased that his master was happy. I could not be certain if it was a trained smile, one simply designed to please, although the Licker that I knew had not been an actor. Retcher took no notice. He continued to rub Licker's head. "And look at the cute smile on him. Isn't he adorable? And he is so well behaved, aintcha boy? He is doing a truly outstanding job out in the field. And he's also so nicely knobbed, one of the thickest cock heads I've ever seen, and that's always an asset in a display slave. It was an outstanding purchase overall, and I haven't thanked you yet, Todd, for helping to make it happen."

I murmured that it was no big deal, I was happy to help. I realized that what I said could have been taken by Licker as indicating that I was in on some conspiracy, but I was just too nervous around Retcher to try to clarify that fact to Licker at the moment.

Retcher continued, "I want you to know that Licker is to be one of our featured performers at our 4th of July carnival. All friends and family members of slaves are invited. Licker is going to be performing tricks. He'll be jumping through hoops and dancing, and he's going to be the jack in the box for our big final celebration. Make sure you come, and be sure that you invite all of Licker's friends." It sounded colorful and fun to me, but Licker looked downcast, so I asked him, "Would you like me to do that?" Licker hesitated a bit as he tried to find words, and Retcher, seeing my own uncertainty, answered for him: "Ah, he's just too modest! Of course he wants you to see him perform! He's been working on his act for almost a week now." Joshua, with no encouragement, then seconded Retcher: "You have to come! It really is a lot of fun. Bring all his friends. They'll have a great party time, and it will be good for Licker to see his old friends."

I instinctively trusted Joshua, so I agreed. "OK, I'll do that. It does sound like fun. Licker, it will be a great chance for you to see the gang again! Peter, Tom, Ian, Sarah, Mark, Julius, and Barbara".

Just as it looked like Licker was about to say something, Retcher started in, "I hate to interrupt, but I have to get Licker over to my friend Jason's place. Jason is having this huge rock garden built on a part of his yard, and the trucks delivering the boulders couldn't dump them anywhere near the site. So there are two truckloads of boulders that need to be carried from where the trucks dumped them, over to the perimeter of the rock garden site. I promised Jason that I'd bring him a slave and give him free labor until about 8 or 9 o'clock tonight. I think I'm being pretty generous to my friend in letting him have a hard labor product for that much time." Then addressing Licker, and giving him a little friendly rub on the head again, he added, "So, Licker, you're going to be our little boulder boy for the rest of the day." Licker smiled as Retcher looked him in the eye, with his hand on his head.

Finally, Retcher removed his hand from Licker's head and addressed me. "Hey Todd, if you'd care to, you are welcome to follow me out to Jason's. It would give you a chance to spend more time with Licker, see what kind of laborer he is, and see him in action, so to speak. Or if you want, you could hang with Jason and me. While Licker is hauling boulders Jason and I are just going to laze around chatting, maybe catch a few rounds of tennis, later a few drinks. Or, if you'd like, you could serve as Licker's overseer for a while. Get to see how that shoe fits. You might like it."

The very thought of Licker engaged in hard boulder-carrying labor for the next seven hours, while I sat around watching him with his owner, all the while sipping wine underneath the California sun, it was a huge temptation! My dick was on fire.

Unfortunately, I felt I had to tell Retcher that I was supposed to meet friends at Red Ray Beach. "Hey," he said, "you've got the whole summer to hang at the beach with your friends, doing nothing. Of course, I'm not trying to twist your arm, since we really don't need an overseer. But it's better to have one. And I KNOW you'd enjoy it."

But I was curious, why didn't Licker need to be watched?

"He'll be working alone," Retcher replied, "and we can tell how hard he's been working by just looking at how many boulders have been transported to the garden site. And of course once we get out there I'm going to attach an extra large dong bell, so we can hear it even when we're somewhat far removed as we play on Jason's tennis court. The extra large wiener bell will let us hear from a good distance if Licker's slacking. Isn't that right, Licker? There's no slacking with that slave wiener bell clanging away between your legs. Ding-dong, ding-dong. Anyway, if I go and check on him and feel he's been slacking, well, then the appropriate action will be taken." Seeing the curious look still on my face, Retcher commanded, "Licker, tell Todd here what happens if I catch you slacking." Licker turned red with embarrassment as he answered, "Sir, I get a spanking, sir." "What kind of spanking?" "Sir, I have to take off my clothes and go over your knee, sir." "And why don't you like to do that, Licker?" "Sir, because it hurts, sir, especially if you use the paddle, sir."

"Having an overseer," Retcher explained, "is really a kindness to the slave. An overseer insures that a slave works up to speed, thus avoiding any need for discipline." As he said that he took out a leash and attached it to Licker's slave collar. "Todd, I assume you're parked here in the lot." I answered that I was, and then asked him if he knew the way to Red Ray Beach from here.

"Yes, just follow me and Licker in the pickup truck until we get to Highway 16. Then turn right and go straight for eight miles, and you'll find yourself at Red Ray. If that's where you really want to be."

I thanked him and we walked to the parking lot, with him pulling Licker by the leash. The master was leading his slave. Yes, Licker made a good slave. And Retcher was a born master. Man, would I love to see Licker get disciplined by such a master, to see his pride removed, the way a slave's pride should be removed! When we got to the lot I pointed out my new Jeep to Retcher. It turned out that it was parked near his pickup truck. "Great wheels!" he said. I told him it was my dad's graduation present to me, and he responded, "A Wrangler is a great vehicle for graduate school. It can hold a lot of babes!" We both laughed as if we were fast friends already.

Retcher's pickup had the tailgate removed, and he instructed Licker to hop up on the back of the truck and sit on the steel bench in the middle, with his face toward the back. Then Retcher hopped in and started chaining him down. I put my arms on the back of the truck and watched slave Licker get chained by his owner. First Retcher got hold of the seated Licker's legs and spread them; then he slapped the chains on and secured them to bolts in the floor. He did something similar with the hands, chaining them to the bench so that the closest they could get to the thighs was ten inches away. Licker could grasp the bench for traction, but he couldn't move his limbs far in any direction.

There was a 7 foot pole with a stiff flag attached, lying in the back of the truck, and Retcher took it out and stuck it into a flagpole holder in the floor. It was tall and the flag was large. It drew attention. The sign said, "SLAVES IN TRANSPORT TO WORK DETAIL."

Then, without pausing, Retcher stooped down in front of Licker, opened the zipper in the crotch of his fatigues, pulled out Licker's half erect cock and balls, made sure they were hanging fully out of his pants, and started lightly jacking Licker. The dick erected immediately. It was long and hard. It must have been waiting for a long time for something like this to happen. "Licker, let's get your own little flag pole sticking out and up, and flying proudly. You've got a nice big purple dick knob, and I think you shouldn't be selfish about it. Remember one of your slave mantras, 'Always share.'"

Retcher knew his slave well. Exposing Licker's dick for the passing cars could be the act of humiliation that would finally push Licker into acceptance of his lifetime status as a hard-labor slave.

Leaving Licker erect and sweating and chained in the back of the truck, with the flag flying above as advertising, Retcher hopped off the back and said to me, "So, we'll see you again at the 4th of July Celebration. Have a great time at the beach, dude!" "OK man!" I answered. "Thanks a lot for the invitation."

As Retcher was getting into the cab of his pickup and starting his engine, I leaned in and looked at Licker. He was red with shame, and sweat was pouring off his body and dripping onto the steel bench and floor. His prick was sticking up like a lever, like a huge hard lever crying out to be grabbed and pulled and made to do its business. But that business was now permanently off-limits. It was pathetic to see any guy go through what Licker was going through. But maybe it would help, I thought. Maybe it would put him on the road to acceptance of what he was and would always have to be. I had to believe that the slavers knew what was best for him. "Take care, Licker," I said. "It was nice seeing you. You look good, man!" Licker's head nodded up and down. Then he sort of gasped out, "Thanks for coming, Todd."

I waved to him cheerfully and went for my Jeep. Retcher was waiting for me to pull out behind him. When I did, and we finally started rolling down the driveway out of the estate I could see a large sign on the back of the truck. It was hanging just below deck level: "HONK AND SAY HELLO TO THE HAPPY BALDWIN/FLETCHER SLAVE(S) ON BOARD! If Our Slave Fails to Acknowledge With a Wave And Smile, PLEASE SIGNAL THE DRIVER!"

Retcher drove along slowly, because of the chained slave on board, and another car caught up with us and passed. As it did, the occupants, mainly teenagers, male and female, stuck their heads out and shouted obscenities at Licker, while the driver honked his horn. Licker did a big smile and waved at them. His prick, still as hard as ever, waved at them too.

When they had passed, Licker looked at me to see how I was reacting. I doubt if he could see anything on my face, but my straining erection was telling me what a good time I was having. My friend's total humiliation flushed me with euphoria. Suddenly, I wanted to see Licker hauling boulders while I drank and partied with his owner. Suddenly Licker's dick, so obscenely exposed, was catching my eye. His large bobbing penis head was like a beacon, drawing me on. I wouldn't mind seeing that knob swinging and its bell ringing as he trudged along carrying the boulders. Maybe as his overseer for the day, I would even be allowed some say in how he was dressed.

Hell, Retcher was right, I had the whole summer ahead of me to hang out with my friends. So when we arrived at Highway 16 and stopped at the light, Retcher signaled me and pointed out the way I should turn. But I signaled him by pointing straight ahead. Retcher smiled. The light turned green, he started driving straight ahead, and I followed him. Seeing me following, he shot his left arm out the window and pumped his fist up and down. I tooted my horn in agreement, and Licker smiled at me and waved. I waved back at Licker. This was fun. I tooted again. Licker re-smiled and waved again. I waved back. I could see Retcher smiling broadly in the rear view mirror, as he gave me the thumbs up signal.

Yes, it was already a beautiful day, and suddenly it got a lot more beautiful. My old friend was looking real good to me, chained up on a bench in the back of a slave delivery truck, with his legs spread out, the way a slave's legs should be spread, and his erected fat knobbed cock exposed, the way a slave's cock should be exposed, a slave being transported in real style to a real hard labor detail.

So, I thought, I'm on my college break, free to do nothing but swim, play ball, and party for the next three months. The least I can do is spend a little time with Licker on this beautiful summer day to help keep him in line, offer constructive criticism, give him pointers on behavior, keep him looking smart and quick stepping, point out which boulders I would like to see him move, test his urinal skills, and, if need be, deliver any needed corrective. And get to know my new pal, Retcher, just a little bit better.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/13/11