This is an authoritarian story of a desperate man selling himself into slavery to rid himself of his debts, the story is about the humiliations he experiences as he accepts his fate as a slave.
The initial pandemic of 2020 was a long time ago, further pandemics had spread around the world destroying the global economy. Slavery had been made legal to enable the rich to become richer and get cheap labour to keep the economy going and to get the poor off the streets and contributing to a new society.
I lost my job during 2021, I'd worked at the bank for 16 years, since I was 20 and knew nothing else, I couldn't afford the mortgage and lost my home shortly after, I was now renting a small studio apartment, but my savings were not enough and I was gradually building up debts and loans just to feed myself.
It was possible to sell yourself into slavery to get a lump sum to pay off any debts and be fed and housed and I had been considering putting myself into slavery for some time, it would enable me to clear my debts and if I was sold for a high enough price it might even give me some cash to start again when I was released. I needed to do it by choice if I ended up in prison with debts I'd be in slavery for a lot longer and forced slaves got the worst work.
I was sure I would sell for quite a good price, I'm 36 which although a bit old for a slave I'm quite tall at around 191cm, slim and quite an athletic build and weigh 86kg, some would say a swimmers build. I can work really hard and I look good naked which is how all male slaves are kept, my only concern is my below average dick. I'm only about 11.5cm (4 Inches) hard and much smaller when soft, but I'm a total bottom and great at sucking cocks which might really help with my price. My hope was to become a house slave, to maybe a hot gay guy or couple, men usually felt less threatened by a small dicked slave in their house.
The idea of selling myself to slavery appealed it would solve so many of my problems and slaves didn't have many worries, they just had to do as they were told, I'd often see them out in the fields near where I lived, working away, they seemed quite happy and it didn't seem that bad if you had a good master or handler. I'd looked it up online and studied the sort of contracts and found a slave processor that seemed good, they had online terms and conditions which I studied carefully and it was all acceptable to me, they were a couple of hundred kilometres from where I lived which I also preferred, there was less chance of people I know seeing me or buying me!
I was really short on cash by this time so I sold everything I had for the bus fare and left my small rented apartment, all I had left were a few clothes, I knew I wouldn't be needing them though and that scared me, perhaps I'd be sold as a houseboy to a nice family, they sometimes clothed their slaves.
I arrived at the slave centre, on the outskirts of the city it had high walls, much like a small prison, there was a main entrance to the reception that led to auction rooms, I walked in and looked around the marble clad room it looked very opulent much like a large hotel reception area, it was midweek and an auction was about to start so it was busy with buyers and traders, bustling around, all well dressed, it reminded me of the bank I used to work in a few years earlier. I approached the large white desk in the middle of the room with a young friendly looking man behind it. I was feeling so nervous as I approached.
"Hi, I'd like to indenture myself, where do I need to go?"
His expression suddenly changed
"Get out of here!!! this entrance is for buyers and masters, the slave entrance is around the side"
People turned to look at me, I hurried back outside, my first mistake, I should have known future slaves shouldn't use the main interest, it was my first taster of slave life.
Once I was out I walked round the side of the building and saw a small door a sign about stated 'Slave entrance' I walked in. It was very different, the floor walls and ceiling were all plain concrete, but it was incredibly clean with a faint smell of disinfectant, there was a desk in the corner a big well muscled man sat behind it, I tried again.
"Hi, is this where I go to indenture myself, is this the correct place?"
He glared at me, "Yes, Sit!"
I sat on the small wooden chair in front of the desk, I was much lower than him and quite far from the desk, it was screwed to the floor, obviously designed to make me feel insignificant. He opened the desk drawer and handed me some papers
"This is a standard contract, read it and sign, the main details are in the online terms and conditions"
I started to panic, this was going really quickly, I'd hoped someone would give me more detail than this, the contract didn't mention how much I might get or a length of time, it just referenced the online terms and conditions which I had read
"How much will I get and how long will I be a slave?"
He rolled his eyes
"You idiots are all the same, you state how much you want then we auction you off for the number of years it will take to raise that amount, We'll give you an idea how long it might take once you have been inspected"
I only needed 25,000 so I entered the amount and signed the form, it all seemed very easy, I was thinking a bit too easy, there didn't seem to be much to agree to or much information. I passed the form back to him, he snatched it off me
"Stand over there, face the corner and wait"
I did as ordered, I was feeling very nervous now, making me stand facing the corner was obviously a power trip for him.
I'd been standing there some time, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, I didn't dare turn around I tentatively asked.
"How long do I need to wait?"
"Shut it, somebody will be here when they are ready, it's busy today"
I stood there quite some time, scared to move, finally I heard someone enter the room
"Come with me"
I wasn't sure if the deep voice was talking to me or not, I turned around and saw a tall handsome man, he looked about 25 and clearly worked out a lot, he was huge he held a short leather strap in one hand.
"Get a move on, I haven't got all day"
He didn't seem to be in a good mood. I followed him out the door and into another room down the corridor, there was only a desk with one chair behind it, he sat down, opened a drawer and took some papers out, I could see cameras in all the corners, red lights flashing at me from all angles.
Suddenly this was becoming very real, my stomach was doing summersaults, he took a bag out of another drawer, then walked round the desk looked me up and down.
"Strip, clothes in this bag"
He held out the bag, this was the part I'd been dreading but I knew once I'd done this bit and he'd seen me naked I'll be fine, I'm always OK once I've got it out there, but it's so embarrassing showing my below average dick at first, although I do like the attention my small dick gets!
I started to undress, I took my t-shirt off first, realising that the room was a lot colder than it first felt, He was just staring at me holding out the bag.
"Hurry up" He shouted.
I felt a whack from the strap across my buttock, it stung even through my jeans I rushed to take the rest of my clothes off and put them in the bag, then stood with my hands covering my dick.
"Hands behind your back, feet shoulder width apart and look straight ahead"
He raised his arm and I felt another whack from the strap to my now naked thigh this time it really hurt, I jumped and instantly assumed the position, he smiled.
"I can see why you wanted to keep that covered, this is position one, don't forget it"
He noted something down on the form
"Step back, I need to see all of you"
I took a step further back, and continued to look straight ahead, he started filling more of the form in and kept glancing up at me. I stood motionless, I could feel the draft from the air conditioning on my body and my balls tightening from the cold air.
He jumped up and sat on the desk looking at my naked exposed body, he didn't say a word, just looked me up and down, he spread his legs and displayed the big bulge in his pants, I could see the outline of his dick, it was growing, he adjusted himself in a really obvious way, I felt exposed and humiliated having this man look at me that way, but I was enjoying it and I could feel myself starting to get hard, I wanted to stop it, but it was soon too late, I'd grown to full erection, the embarrassment washed over me and I felt my cheeks flush red. He looked at my dick.
"A slave never gets hard without being given permission first, you get hard when I tell you to"
He paused and reached for his strap.
"Lose the erection!"
He whacked me across the thigh
"loose that little hard on now or I'll beat it out of you"
Another whack in the same place made me jump followed my another two rapid whacks to my left buttock, he grabbed my arm and angrily shouted into my face, I could feel his spit.
"If you don't want to feel this strap on your dick, loose the hard on NOW!
I was terrified, the thought of that amount of pain to my dick was unimaginable, I could feel the erection going quickly and my balls retracting.
He put on some rubber gloves and took a tape measure from his pocket and started taking measurements, I stood looking straight ahead I was scared to move I didn't want to feel that strap again, he started my measuring my head, biceps, chest, waist and kept taking notes, then I felt the tape measure on the base of my penis,
"Wow, 5cm, you are a little one!"
I felt so humiliated, I didn't want to look at him, I just stared straight ahead, then he grabbed my dick and pulled it out and wrapped the tape measure around it, next I felt his big hands on my balls
"Come on, it's not that cold in here"
He pulled them down and I felt the tape measure go round my scrotum, did he really need this measurement? he seemed to be measuring every centimetre of my body.
"Now you can get yourself hard" came the next order.
I started jerking on my dick, the cold air and fear from another whack had got rid of my earlier erection completely and made me shrink quite a bit, but having this big sexy guy watching me was turning me on again, I was enjoying this humiliation, I soon got hard then felt my hand slapped away
"Enough! you were enjoying that too much, you like being naked in front of a dominant man don't you, you'll get plenty of that as a slave, so you'll have a good time, you're going to make a good slave for someone"
He took the tape measure to my dick, he laughed
"Wow, 11cm hard, not even 4 inches, you're not even a grower!"
I knew I was just over 4 inches, but I wasn't going to argue now. Finally he stood back and looked at me, right almost done, just your inside leg now, he squatted down and pushed the tape measure right into my crotch, I could feel my dick and balls resting on his hand, my erection had quickly gone.
"OK, now time for your inspection, hands on your head and spread your legs, this is display position, remember it"
I dutifully complied, he started feeling me all over, squeezing my biceps, and chest, he squeezed and twisted my nipples and ran his fingers over my chest and belly hair, then checked under my armpits, then got down to my penis, he pulled my foreskin back really quickly and hard, squeezing my penis head between his fingers to open my piss slit, then he checked my balls for any lumps or abnormalities, I'd been checked by a doctor before but he was really rough, I could only just take the pain, I held my breath as he squeezed and pushed my balls between his thumb and forefinger, finally he finished and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Turn around, spread you legs and bend over" came the next order.
I quickly complied, I didn't want to feel the strap again. Suddenly there was a whack to my buttock.
"Bend over further, legs further apart and hold your ankles, I need to see that asshole"
I did as I was told quickly, my humiliation growing I knew my anus was now exposed and my balls would be visible to him from behind exposing my most intimate areas, I was left looking at my limp dick hanging between my legs. Then the door opened, from my position I could see a pair of feet come in the door
"Hey Mike how's it going?"
"All good, nearly finished then you can take him, I just need to check the tightness of his hole"
There was a laugh, then I saw another pair of feet, there were now three of them looking at my exposed ass and balls, I felt truly embarrassed and humiliated and wanted to end this now but I had to do this, I told myself that once I was owned this sort of thing wouldn't be happening to me.
"Put a hand on each buttock and pull them apart"
I hesitated, two quick whacks with the strap across my back
"Grab your fucking buttocks and show my that hole"
I quickly put my hand on each of my buttocks and pulled them apart completely exposing my anus to all of them, I hadn't even seen their faces and they had a view of my most intimate area, then with no warning a dry finger was forced into my ass, I stood up in pain and instantly felt another whack to the back of my thigh
"Back in position NOW!"
I bent back over, and heard laughing from the other guys in the room
"Keep him under control Mike, you're loosing it"
He grabbed my balls and pulled them back sharply between my legs forcing me to bend over further and stick my ass out more, then the finger went back in,
"That's better"
The other two laughed.
"He's nice and tight though"
The finger went in deeper.
"You can get another one in there"
The finger came out then I felt more pressure
"Ha, I've got three in there now see"
There was laughter and I felt the fingers pushed in further exploring my rectum, my balls pulled tight, I couldn't pull away, just accept the humiliation then slowly the fingers came out and with a quick squeeze he released my balls from his grip, I relaxed a bit. I felt violated.
"Turn around and assume display position"
I stood up and assumed the position with my hands on my head and legs spread, finally I saw their faces, the three of them were leaning back on the desk, they all looked much younger than me, too young to have this level of responsibility they were also very good looking and they spent a lot of time in the gym their shirts were stretched across their chests and their trousers looked tight around their thick thighs. They both had various items attached to their belts which I didn't like the look of, they looked at me.
"Nice Ass"
The other responded with "Shame about the dick" they all sniggered.
"These are our new slave handlers, they will be training you for the rest of the day, you will call them Sir or Mr Johnson and Mr Walsh, do you understand?" "Yes Sir" he hadn't told me to call him Sir and he hadn't introduced himself but I didn't dare call him Mike.
"I just need to check his teeth then you guys can take him, open your mouth wide slave"
I opened my mouth wide like you would at the dentist, he put his hand in and felt round my gums, my immediate reaction was to pull away in case it was the hand that had just been up my hole, Mr Johnson answered that though for me
"Is that the same hand you just had up his ass?"
"Sure is, these slaves need to get used to the taste of ass, don't you?"
He took his fingers out of my mouth, looked me in the eye and gave me a little slap on the face.
"All good in there"
With a wink and a smile he wiped my saliva from the glove on my chest.
"So, how much do you think we can get for him?"
Mr Johnson picked up the forms that had been completed and looked them over and looked me up and down again.
"He's in good shape, tall and athletic build, he could be built up a bit more to get a better price, he's quite hairy which could be an advantage for some buyers but it can easily be removed so that's not a problem, he's only looking for 40,000, we could get that back in three years, but that little dick could be a problem"
They all stared at my dick, I felt so exposed, and humiliated.
"Only 11cm hard too, he could get a good price for that or it could reduce his price if there's no interest".
Mr Walsh got off the desk and came over to me, he cupped my balls gently in my hand, I didn't move, he gently caressed my balls, then slowly peeled back my foreskin, I felt myself hardening against my will, he pulled my foreskin right back then let go of my erection letting it bounce up. And stood back to admire his work, my dick was betraying my feelings of humiliation, deep inside I was enjoying being exposed in this way and looked at by these three sexy young men. Mr Walsh moved back to the desk
"Some owners do like a little dick like that, it just depends on the day, so we might have to go up to 10 years"
I was shocked, there was no way is was being a slave for that long, I was hoping two to three at most, 40,000 over 10 years would only mean 4000 a year, what was the point in that.
"No I've changed my mind, I'm not doing that long"
I dropped my hands.
"Can I have my clothes back, I want to go now?"
Mr Walsh moved like a flash and took a metal stick from a belt loop and prodded me with it, I felt a sudden jolt of electricity as it hit me in the stomach
"Get back in position, you signed the form you're a slave now, no backing out"
I jumped back into position
"Please I don't want to do this now"
They all laughed. Mr Walsh Smiled.
"Too late now slave, you signed the form, get used to it Mr Johnson and I will be training you before the auction so conform unless you want to make it more difficult for yourself".
I wanted to cry.
"Please, I beg you, please just let me go" My pleas were completely ignored.
"Please, just let me go, I'm begging"
"Shut up"
Another whack from the strap across my thigh from Mike shut me up.
Mr Johnson ordered me to turn around, I kept my hands behind my head and obeyed then he took my left hand and I heard a click, as he pulled it down behind my back, followed by my right hand, both hands were tight behind my back they seemed to be held together by the whole forearm, I couldn't move them at all
"Right let's get you to the rest of today's new slaves and start some training to prepare you for auction in a couple of days, first lesson is you always look at your feet, never look up unless told to do so".
Mr Walsh grabbed my by the upper arm and led me out of the room into a long corridor.
The corridor was busy, I could hear all the footsteps and voices of busy people, looking down, I was more aware of my nakedness, I could see my shrivelled dick nestling in my pubes, trying to hide from the embarrassment of every passer by being able to see me naked and exposed like this, the humiliation was overwhelming, then we slowed, as a pair of feet came into view
"How's things James? your new access card is in reception"
"Ah great, I'll get it now before we start the new slave training, Thanks".
We took a sharp left at the next corner and double doors opened into the large reception which now seemed packed, I stopped in my tracks and tried not to be led forward.
"Please don't make me go in here in front of all these people"
"This is good training, you need to get used to it".
Mr Johnson dragged me forward into the crowd, I could see the feet parting and feel the eyes on my naked body as I was led to the reception desk. Mr Walsh went up to the desk.
"Hi Graham, have you got my card here"
"Sure, there you go, The new slave found you then, He came in here looking for the slave entrance".
Mr Walsh walked over to me quickly, and grabbed and twisted my ear forcing my head up to see the people nearby looking at me
"You bought your stinking slave ass in here?"
"Sorry Sir, I didn't realise"
"Slaves are not allowed in an area from free men without permission, for that you will receive your first caning, and luckily for you it will be in public"
I was terrified, the humiliation didn't stop, Mr Johnson took a cane from his belt
"Gather round everyone, this new slave is about to receive his first caning"
There were murmurs around the area and people started to circle me
"You will stand straight and look Mr Watts our receptionist in the eye, you will then receive 5 lashes, after each lash you count and say sorry to Mr Watts, Do you understand?"
I was so scared and embarrassed, I looked up, everyone was now looking at me
"Yes Sir".
I looked the Receptionist from earlier in the eye, with no warning I heard a whoosh and felt the first cane across my buttocks, I jumped
"One, sorry Mr Watts"
There was a round of applause then a whoosh and a crack
"Two, sorry Mr Watts".
Then another I yelped.
"Three, sorry Mr Watts, please stop"
I begged, the crowd seemed to think this was funny
"Over halfway now slave" I heard from someone.
Whoosh and whack.
"Four, Sorry Mr Watts" I shouted, my voice now shaking.
One more, I was nearly done Whoosh Whack
"Sorry Mr Watts"
Mr Johnson Laughed
"Oh dear, we need to do that one again, you didn't say five"
Whoosh whack, the pain was intense and the humiliation extreme
"Five, Sorry Mr Watts"
"Well done, now you need to look at me and thank me, you must always do this when you have been punished"
I turned my tear soaked face to Mr Johnson and in fear of another caning
"Thank you for the punishment Sir"
Another round of applause from the audience then they dispursed to go back to business, Mr Walsh looked at me
"That was fun, and a good learning experience for you, now let's get you in to training, eyes down"
I once again looked down focusing my eyes on my feet trying to ignore my now really shrivelled dick jiggling as I was led through the people who had just watched my humiliation and back into the corridor. Mr Johnson looked over to Mr Walsh
"That was so funny, did you see his little dick quivering in front of all those people"
They both laughed as they led me forward.
I was taken further down the corridor then into a large room, there must have been ten slaves restrained on each side, they had wooden stocks on their necks and looked to be wearing a horse bridal on their heads, which was attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling to keep them stood up straight, there was a bar between their legs chained at the ankle to keep their legs apart, they were standing totally immobilised and naked, I couldn't help but look down the row of hanging naked cocks of all sizes. I noticed there was 10 on one side and 9 on the other with a space for me I guessed. Mr Johnson grabbed me by the arm and led me to the centre of the room
"Let's get you set up before we restrain you"
He released my arms and handed me a bar with short chains on the end and two padlocks
"Put these round your ankles and lock the chains in place"
Everyone was watching me as I dutifully bent over and locked the bar in place, I couldn't believe I was locking myself up, next he got a pair of stocks.
"Raise your arms"
He fastened them around my neck, securing my hands in place at neck level, finally he placed the horse bit on my head and forced it into my mouth stretching my lips back, it have straps running around in with a hook on the top strap that went over the head, it was locked in place with a padlock round the back, he fastened my head to a chain hanging from the centre of the room.
"Listen up slaves, you will be auctioned the day after tomorrow, so we only have this afternoon and tomorrow to get you in a position for the auction, this afternoon you will learn about punishment types and tomorrow you will learn how to present yourselves, We will be using this slave as an example for now, but you will all get to experience each punishment, this is to help you understand the implications of bad behaviour and to help you comply with orders as you will be aware of the consequences"
I looked around, everyone seemed to have the same look of fear in their eyes, he continued
"This slave has already had the pleasure of a public caning"
He looked at me with a smile
"Turn around slowly and let them all see the stripes on your ass"
I started to turn aware of all the eyes on me, it was difficult and clumsy to move with the bar keeping my legs spread, so I could only turn slowly, as I moved I looked slowly down the row of naked slaves and became acutely aware that my dick was probably the smallest in the room. Once I had completed a full rotation, he stopped me
"As this slave has already had some lashes I will just give him one more so you can see what to expect"
He took the cane out again, I looked at him with pleading eyes and tried to ask him not to do it again, but only grunts came out through the bit between my teeth, I heard the now familiar whoosh and thwack as the cane came down on my buttocks and I let out a pathetic shrill noise.
"OK Slaves, this is hurting him more as he has already been punished, Mr Walsh and I will now come down the lines giving each of you two canings"
I watched as Mr Johnson moved down the line giving each lave a whack, it was funny to see their dicks bounce as they were hit and the small yell they tried to make as the cane made contact with their buttocks, but it also reminded me of the humiliation I had just experienced in front of all those free men in reception, I must have looked really amusing to them. When they had finished Mr Walsh put his cane down on a table to the side and picked up something that looked a bit like a table tennis bat
"This is a paddle, it will just leave your buttocks red and isn't quite as painful as the cane, you will each receive one paddle to each buttock so you can see what it feels like, I will now demonstrate"
He walked over to me and turned me so I was facing one row with my back to the other, I knew what was coming, I felt one paddle to one buttock, then he moved to the other side of me and gave me another hard whack to the other buttock, I let out a small yelp for each whack and felt my dick bounce, then to my dismay, he turned me around and did the same so that the other side of the room could see, then they both moved down the line again, it excited me to see them all yelp and see those dicks bounce.
The same process was followed for a belt, a leather strap, a small multi tailed whip, a ruler to demonstrate that anything can be used to punish us, and finally a taser type stick that Mr Walsh had used on me earlier in the day. I had received double the amount of beatings as anyone else as the punishment was shown to each side of the room.
"That's almost it slaves, the final item is just to prepare you for the most severe punishments, which is to use any of these items on your erect dick, this item will guarantee you get hard"
He collected a large metal dildo shaped object from the table and headed toward me with a tube of lube, he held the dildo in front of my face while he squeezed some lube on it then walked behind me, I felt it circling my sensitive ass he slowly eased it in, the pain was excruciating and I arched my body as much as I could in the circumstances, then he turned a switch on the dildo and I felt the strangest feeling, it wasn't unpleasant and my cock quickly hardened for everyone to see, he pulled out the dildo.
"OK, turn round slowly so everyone can see the results"
I started to turn
"Yes slaves, that is his erection he's quite small, hopefully the rest of you will be more impressive"
Mr Walsh joined him and they both went down the line, finally I was glad to be first and the fact that I had recieved double the punishments paid off, they weren't doing any cleaning of the dildo as it was shoved in each mans ass, and I had a great view of a row of erect cocks, there were a couple of really big ones.
"Slaves, that's enough for today, you can sleep now, you will be fed in the morning, we will take each of you to your rest areas one by one."
Each slave was led away, I guessed in the order they entered, they left the bar on everyone's legs so they had to do a ridiculous comical walk into the adjoining room, it took about 5 minutes for each one, when it was my turn I saw why, the room had ten large yoga mats on the floor and a squat toilet and a hose in the corner, each slave had been laid down face up, still with the stocks, horse bit and bar, I was led to the toilet by Mr Walsh
"Squat and do your business, you need to get it all out because you'll be lying here all night in your own piss if you don't"
I squatted and squeezed as much as I could, I managed to pee, but then let out a fart, I felt so embarrassed in front of everyone, but then it got worse, my bowels opened with my hands and feet restrained, in front of everyone, I felt total humiliation yet again and how was I going to clean myself? Mr Walsh was standing over me and looked down with disgust
"Are you finished?"
I nodded my head shamefully
"Stand up and face the corner"
I struggled to move but did as ordered, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him unhook the hose and it dawned on me what was about to happen, he turned on the tap and I felt an icy blast of water hit my ass, he made sure it got me clean from a distance, the cold water hit my balls and I felt them retract, when he'd done, he grabbed my arm and led me to one of the yoga mats, with that stupid walk my cold wet dick jiggling about for all the other slaves to see, he lay me down face up on one of the mats, due to the restraints, I couldn't move or turn over just like everyone else.
He left the room and switched off the light, leaving us in complete darkness, I heard someone sobbing nearby, I felt the same but reflecting on the day and thinking about all the naked restrained fellow slaves around me as well as all the indignities, humiliation and embarrassment I had experienced I started to get hard, it was a strange feeling, I was really enjoying the domination by my handlers, I felt incredibly horny, but with my hands restrained, there was nothing I could do to relieve my frustration. I had a fitful nights sleep, I kept dreaming about the days events and waking up desperate to play with my hard dick, recalling having my hard cock measured and being bent over with my ass and balls exposed when Mr Walsh and Mr Johnson first met me then the humiliating caning in the reception area.
Day 2
The door burst open and the bright lights were switched on, dazzling me, two handlers stormed into the room.
"Wake up slaves, time to get washed and fed, then we can get you trained on display positions for the auction tomorrow".
Again, these two were young and muscular one was black and the other white guy had brown hair, their tight shirts and trousers stretched across their muscular bodies, they went around the room dragging us all up on to our feet.
"Line up for the toilet"
Each one of us had to squat while everyone looked on, the humiliation of not having privacy at this intimate moment was overwhelming. One of them unrolled the hose.
"All of you , backs against that wall"
We did our stupid walks with the poles still spreading our legs and got in line, then he blasted up with the hose, one by one, the icy water stinging my skin, he paid particular attention to everyone's genitals.
"Turn around"
The same process as he went along the line, I almost felt I was getting an enema from the pressure of the water.
We were then finally unlocked from our restraints, it was the first time I had properly been able to see everyone's faces, they were all of different ages and we all had the same look of resignation to our circumstances, we were all too ashamed to talk to one another, we were herded back in to the room we had received the punishment training in, there were bowls of what looked like porridge waiting on the table.
"This is 'slavefit', it's similar to a body building supplement or diet shake, it contains everything you need to stay fit and healthy, we will be recommending this to your owners, it contains no additives or flavors so will not excite you too much and is good for daily meal"
I took my bowl, we were all directed to sit on the floor to eat, it tasted horrible, just like a diet shake or protein shake but without the flavouring, it just tasted of chemicals, I gagged as I ate it, even though I was starving, I couldn't finish it.
We were ordered to place our bowls back on the table, and then arranged in four rows of five all facing the same direction, the brown haired handler stood at the front of the room
"OK, today you will learn positions which will help you in your auction, you will then be given time to practice your moves in an auction room in preparation for tomorrow, I need a volunteer to come to the front as my demonstration model"
I thought to myself It can't be me I was the demonstration yesterday, but they didn't know that, no one stepped forward, he looked around the room, his gaze stopped on me
"You, you didn't eat your breakfast, a slave must stay fit and healthy for his master, you can be my demonstration after you've received a quick punishment"
I reluctantly walked to the front of the room
"The first position you are all going to learn is called 'punishment' stand with your back to the room, spread your legs"
I spread my legs apart
"Further, you need to stretch them until you can feel the stretch on your inner thigh"
I spread my legs as far as they would go
"Now bend over and hold your ankles"
I hesitated, this was going to display my ass and balls, to everyone, a quick whack from the leather strap reminded me to comply, I bent over fully and grabbed my ankles, I could see all the other new slaves looking at me from between my legs.
"For not eating all of his only meal of the day, this slave is now going to receive a mild punishment of 20 hits of the paddle, after each hit he will count and thank me"
After yesterdays demonstration I knew this wasn't going to be too bad, much less painful than yesterdays caning in reception, I felt the first whack
"One, thank you Sir"
This continued, but after 5 or 6 hits, the pain started to intensify, I kept lifting my heels which almost make me fall over, after 10 I was trembling, I could see everyone looking at my exposed and probably red ass from my position, my dick was hanging above them from my viewpoint trembling from this total humiliation.
Finally the punishment finished, I stayed in position afraid to move, the black handler moved over to me and ordered me to stand
"Turn around to face everyone, I did as ordered
"Now you are going to say loud and proud "This is what happens to a useless slave if he doesn't keep himself in a fit position for his master, please accept my apologies Sir"
I looked across the room and repeated his words, I had learned another lesson.
"OK everyone else, I want you all to turn around and repeat the position you have just witnessed, don't worry, you won't receive the paddle" he laughed.
They all turned round dutifully, spread their legs and bent over, I had a fantastic view of 19 asses winking at me, and 19 sets of balls hanging for my viewing pleasure, I focussed on not getting hard at the sight, but the view was overwhelming, thankfully no one was paying me any attention, the brown haired handler walked down the rows, checking their positions, kicking some of the feet further apart. When he was satisfied he ordered them all to stand and face front, my erection was still showing the black handler looked at me and laughed
"Oh dear someone seems to have enjoyed that display, is that your full erection?"
I had no choice but to answer "Yes Sir" part of me was enjoying this and the erection was not going down.
"Right, next position is called display, you may have experienced this yesterday, demonstrator, legs wide apart again, with your hands clasped behind your head, elbows back as far as they can go and make your legs stiff, not your cock like our demonstrator here"
There was an audible snigger as I got in position, the black handler kicked my legs wider apart and pushed my elbows further back I was left standing that way while everyone else was instructed to copy my example, the day continued with various degrading positions to display our bodies.
Squat, similar to display but in a squat with feet together and knees spread wide. 'Display ass upright' similar to punish but a hand on each buttock to display the anus. 'Display ass prone' on the knees, top of the head on the floor looking between the spread legs with buttocks spread. 'punish prone' similar to 'display ass prone', but with hands on head. some of the positions were incredibly similar, position one which was just to stand with feet shoulder width apart, hands behind back and looking straight ahead was almost the same as 'timid' which was the same but to look down at your feet. once we were shown all the positions once, they were shouted in quick succession and we had to display the positions, it was exhausting and we were all sweating
"Display ass, position one, display kneel, worship, punish prone,"
They had us leaping about like idiots, dicks bouncing everywhere until we finally heard the call.
"Time for us to stop for lunch, all assume timid position"
I looked down at my feet trying to focus on them instead of my penis, the door opened and I heard plates being put on the table, but it only sounded like two, I didn't dare look, it seemed only our handlers were getting to eat. they started chatting about the morning and kept talking about some of the other slaves, but I obviously didn't dare to look up to see who they were pointing out
"That one has got a great set of balls"
"Very firm ass and thighs on that one over there"
"Wouldn't you like to have a huge swinging dick like that, he's going to make someone very happy!"
"That tiny one over there, it's hilarious watching that jiggling about as he jumps around"
I had a good idea who they were talking about now.
Once they had finished their lunch we were taken into the auction room it was quite a large room with a raised circular platform in the centre and concentric circles of chairs all around it, there must have been about 100 chairs, I was nervous of the thought of all those being filled and having to stand on the raised platform.
"You will all be bought in here tomorrow afternoon for the auction, you will stand around the edges of the room with your backs to the wall so the buyers will be able to see the goods on offer after the mornings chance for them to inspect you in detail, you will then be called to the platform by number where you will assume a range of display positions, you will change position after two rotations of the platform, do you understand?"
We all quietly nodded in unison. the black handler led us all the line up around the room, he grabbed one of the other slaves, thankfully I wasn't first this time
"Stand on the platform in display"
He moved into position and the platform started to very slowly rotate
"OK, the positions are easy, Position 1, Display, Display ass upright, Punish prone, display kneel, timid kneel, squat, then back to position 1, you will repeat this until you are sold"
It seemed hard to remember them all, the first slave started, but missed punish prone, the taser stick was used on him
"We don't want you all getting an marks for tomorrow, so we will be using this to correct you today"
Gradually we all took turns until we got the positions correct, when it was my turn I only made a couple of mistakes, the difficult part was remembering the order and remembering to change after two rotations. My main concern was how humiliating this was to perform in front of 19 naked slaves and two handlers, it was going to be horrible tomorrow doing it in front of perhaps 100 clothed strangers.
Once we had all learned our positions we were taken back to the room we were in earlier, fed a bowl of 'slavefit' again then restrained, toileted and put down on the yoga mats to sleep "big day for you all tomorrow slaves, sleep well" the lights went off and again I started thinking of the days events and grew hard at the thought of it, I hadn't cum for a few days now and I was feeling very horny.
To be continued......