Chapter 3: The Slave Processing Center

(Hunter continues narrating)

As you can imagine, I slept terribly, cramped in a tiny cage. It seemed unnecessary when I was GPS-chipped and there was a perfectly good bed in my room. But there were several obstructions in between me and that comfortable bed, so I was unable to do anything but wait.

Clarence came in first, to taunt me. “Man, I can’t believe you fucked yourself over like this. Just think; it could have been me in that cage. My only regret is that Dad’s obviously going to go too easy on you.” He sipped his coffee loudly. “But Dad won’t be able to protect you all the time.”

This smug monologue was interrupted by the twins and dad coming in. “Holy crap,” said one of the twins.

“I didn’t really believe it until now,” said the other, looking at me jammed in the cage. “Guess your days of calling us nerds are over, huh?”

The other kicked the cage hard to rattle me.

“Wow, that really reminds me of what an ass Hunter could be,” Clarence said as he walked over. He spat in my gagged face through the bars of the cage; with my hands bound, I couldn’t wipe it off and it rolled down my cheek. The twins laughed and copied Clarence. I couldn’t move to avoid the spit, and I was gagged so I couldn’t respond, so I just had to sit there, taking it.

Dad tried to come to my rescue: “Boys, knock it off! He’s your brother.”

“Dad,” Clarence began lecturing him. “Now that he’s a slave, he should not be treated like family. Any guide to slave training will tell you that. You’d better get your act together here, or else the bank will reject the loan! All that slave-cop needs to do is find a couple more infractions.”

“Okay, okay,” Dad backed down but was obviously unhappy. I knew he would work it out given a bit of time.

Just then the slave-transport people came. Fortunately they got me out of the cage, but, less fortunately, didn’t uncuff or ungag me.

“If a family member wants to accompany Hunter in the van, that’s OK.”

Clarence volunteered for the job.

In the back of the truck, my ankles were cuffed to the floor. I was between one slave-cop and Clarence, both of who unabashedly felt all over my body.

“That’s some pretty fine slave-meat you got here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think Dad’s going to let us do much with him though. He was a very spoiled child.”

“Yeah, I can tell. That’s why my report will recommend you as his primary trainer.”

Clarence’s eyes lit up. I suppose it was some kind of fantasy come true for him. “Well, his contracts will still be limited-use.”

“Well, that includes oral, doesn’t your dad know that?”

I could feel the color drain from my face, as Clarence smiled broadly. “Well, Dad still probably won’t allow it.”

“Well, it’s contractually standard for many slave-worker jobs. I’m allowed to use his mouth as a result of this job, if I want. Hmm, I am a bit horny now. Yeah, fuck, let’s break this bitch in.”

I was freaking out. Getting used for sex had been probably my biggest worry from the second I was enslaved. But I didn’t expect it would come so soon, just away from my dad for less than two minutes. My hands were cuffed behind me. The slave cop brandished a different gag which resembled a piece of dental equipment, “Open wide!”

I hesitated, and, without missing a beat, he grabbed a nipple and twisted it, hard. I screamed out in pain. He expertly took advantage of my scream and removed one gag and shoved the new one in. He strapped it behind my head, and turned a screw which forced my mouth to open a bit more with each turn. When it was stretched to his satisfaction, he pushed me to my knees and thrust his dick into my mouth, holding me by the back of the head.

The guard was all business. It was obvious he got blowjobs like this everyday. So it was a messed up “first BJ” story. He probably only lasted thirty seconds, but I probably gagged on every thrust. He was fast but my throat was getting raw by the time he came. “Swallow it!” he ordered, but I couldn’t coordinate my raw throat to swallow with the big gag holding my mouth open. So some of it ran out of my mouth instead.

“This dude needs a lot of training,” the slave cop said.

“Agreed.” Clarence said. He had already got his dick out. He followed the cop’s lead and gripped the back of my head so he could fuck my throat. {Blowjob #2}I thought. I’d lose count pretty soon. “You’re going to regret your douche-bag attitude,” he warned me, but I had already realized that Clarence was going to make my life hell. I couldn’t stop recalling incidents with Clarence that I regretted now. Fortunately I knew Dad would provide a lot of protection especially once I told him what had happened. He was going to be so mad at Clarence.