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Texas Slave Market
Chapter 7
It was early morning. The sun had not yet risen on the horizon, though the sky had begun to brighten. C856's alarm went off, and it got up from its hay bed, and as its large feet moved around and hit the dirt floor, its toes curled and cracked as it stretched. Its back tensed and twisted as it pulled its arms back and to the side and let out a yawn. Rubbing its face, it pulled itself to a standing position and walked out of its stall.
Across from it, the slave could see F385 was still asleep. It had been a week since it had come to the farm, and though its defiance was much less, it was lazy in the morning and hard to get motivated. Its ass was hanging out of its cot.
"Time to get up, Nutless!" C856 announced as it knocked on the post at the entrance to the slave's stall. "You need to be in the south field in thirty minutes."
C856 groaned and barely moved.
"I can always bend you over and fuck a load into you to get your going," C856 said. "Or should I get our Lord to try to motivate you?"
F385 turned and scowled at the slave but did pull back its covers and sit up. C856 smiled and continued down to the end of the barn. Turning to enter the common eating area, it was surprised to see Frank at the table in the middle of the room, and it immediately stood at attention. On the floor, L024 was on its hands and knees and worshiping the young man's feet with its tongue.
"Good morning, Master. Slave C856 is ready for inspection."
"At ease, Cee," Frank said. "I'm not here to evaluate you. We haven't done that in years. You and I are taking a little trip this morning, and I got up early."
C856 relaxed, spread its legs, and put its arms behind its back. Its large balls were dangling underneath its half-engorged cock.
"Morning wood was strong today, I see," Frank said with a smile as he drank a cup of coffee.
"Yes, Master," C856 replied. "I am sorry for the display."
Frank laughed.
"Please. You know I have always found you attractive. If Burt had not told me you were off limits, I would have had my hands all over you years ago. But, I have a gimp that takes care of those needs now."
"Yes, Master," C856 replied. "Thank you for the compliment, Master."
"How are you enjoying breeding Nutless?" Frank asked. "Gimp tells me you have only done it a few times, but you have been asserting your dominance as an alpha slave. That is good. I like that role for you. Hopefully, it gives you some release."
"Nutless is tight, Master, but it sure feels good," C856 replied. "This slave is honored that you and Lord allow it to empty its balls. You always told me over the years how much you enjoyed fucking ass, and I now understand why."
Frank smiled.
"With good service comes good rewards. But don't just stand there Cee. You have permission to get your breakfast and eat with me at the table. We must be heading out soon, so be quick about it."
"Yes, Master," C856 replied as it moved to the side of the room and prepared its meal.
The small kitchen in the room was well stocked. Burt and Frank always ensured that the slaves had plenty of nutritious food. Fresh fruit was delivered twice a week, and the refrigerator was stocked with the necessary ingredients for the slaves to prepare their lunches and dinner. C856's breakfast usually consisted of fortified cereal with milk, sausage, eggs, and orange juice. The older slave knew its owner was waiting, so it quickly prepared everything.
"Shall I make anything for Gimp or Nutless, Master?" C856 asked.
"We don't have time," Frank replied. "Gimp had some cereal earlier, and I just let it drink my morning piss, so it should be fine for now. Nutless can prepare its own meal."
"Yes, Master," C856 replied.
It only took fifteen minutes for the slave to eat everything and clean up its mess. Once the dishes were put away, C856 stood at attention again with its hands behind its back until Frank finished his coffee.
"That is enough licking my feet, Gimp," Frank said as he put his cup down and slid back in the chair. "Put my socks and boots on for me and then go inside to tend to your Lord. Burt wanted to breed you this morning."
"Yes, Master," Gimp replied as it slid the socks on the young man's now clean feet.
When the slave was done dressing its owner, Frank stood up and motioned for C856 to follow. The two passed the stalls, pausing only to check on F385, who had still not gotten out of bed.
"On your feet, Nutless!" Frank shouted in a firm tone.
The slave looked up and immediately obeyed.
"You have ten minutes to eat and report for work, Nutless. I'm taking Cee on a trip, so you will also be responsible for its work today. If you slack at all, you will be whipped and bred again. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," F385 replied.
"If you do a good job, you'll just be bred," Frank said with a sly smile as he winked and C856 and continued walking.
C856 followed behind.
"May I be permitted to know where we are going, Master?" C856 asked as they neared the truck.
It was not unusual for C856 to go on periodic trips with its owner. Still, usually, these were done in the middle of the day and involved purchasing materials for the farm. It had never been asked to accompany Frank so early in the morning.
"We are driving to a farm on the other side of town," Frank said. "A good friend of mine has a production facility for breeding stock slaves. I've never seen one before, and he invited me to give me a tour. Ever since I bought Gimp, I have been investigating uses for slaves. Should it interest me, we might borrow some of their equipment and bring it back here, and I will need your strength for that."
"I understand, Master," C856 replied as it followed Frank into the morning air.
"I got a look at the manifest of his slaves, and something caught my eye," Frank said as he reached the truck. "I'll be interested to see your reaction."
C856 looked oddly at its owner, trying to determine what he meant, but Frank just smiled as he got in the truck.
The journey to their destination took about forty minutes. From the passenger seat, C856 saw several buildings surrounded by acres of flat, undeveloped land. As they drove down a dirt road, they turned until they saw a large rectangular metal building with windows near the top. Two large doors were in the front, and one was partially swung open. At the threshold, a figure was waiting.
Frank pulled the truck next to the building, and as he got out, he shouted.
"Hey there, Louis!"
The man at the door came out smiling and shook Frank's hand.
"Morning, Frank!" Louis replied.
C856 got out of the vehicle and walked around to the two men. Standing at attention, it remained quiet till it was addressed.
"Damn, look at this slave!" Louis said as he walked over and ran his hands over C856's large frame. "You were not kidding. He is a beast! And look at the size of those balls!"
C856 felt as its testicles were grabbed and inspected. It remained perfectly still, however, as it was groped.
"Heavy, aren't they?" Frank replied with a smile.
"And you never used it for breeding?" Louis asked.
"It was never something Burt cared to get into," Frank replied. "He just needed its brawn."
"Shame," Louis replied. "It looks like it would be a good producer. But getting into the breeding business is expensive. You have to have a lot of slaves to make it productive."
"Oh, I know," Frank said. "But I am interested in what you do here. I just purchased a sex gimp, and although it has been docked, it was certified as potential breeding stock and altered to enhance its sex drive. I figured I might take you up on your offer to borrow some of your equipment to milk it. A little extra money would be nice."
Louis laughed.
"Well, I will show you around, and you can see if you want to try it. Do you want me to put your slave in the slave quarters here, or will it join us?"
"It can follow along," Frank said with a grin. "I think it might find something interesting here."
"Oh?" Louis asked.
C856 watched curiously as Frank leaned over and whispered in the man's ears.
"Really?" Louis responded, surprised. "Well, that is interesting. And it doesn't know?"
"No," Frank replied. "But Cee here is a rare slave. It is obedient to a fault and has never had to be whipped or disciplined as long as I've known it. I thought it might be a fun treat for it to see."
"Well, it is your slave," Louis said. "You make the rules. Shall we go?"
Frank turned to C856 and motioned to it.
"Stay behind us, Cee."
"Yes, Master," C856 replied as it moved to follow them into the barn.
As the three entered the facility, the sound of machines whirring filled the space. The smell of disinfectant was in the air, and the entire building was spotless. There were metal stalls on either side of the room, and in each, a naked slave had been positioned in a reclining chair. Each slave had a gag in their mouth attached to a tube that ran into a large bag containing a dark liquid. The slave's neck was held in place by a strap, and its arms were similarly secured to the chair frame. A smaller tube was attached to the upper left arm, and a cloudy fluid could be seen moving through it. Around the slave's waist was s shiny metal band with a round bolt in front. Two stirrups had been installed at the foot of the chair, and the slave's legs were raised, spread wide, and strapped in place. This exposed their cock and balls, and the chair's angle also allowed access to their ass.
The trio approached the nearest stall, and Louis pointed out a large plastic tube attached to lines that ran into the ceiling and down the room's length. This sheath had been slid over the cock of the slave. Below, its balls were encased in a rubber ring that appeared to pull them down. In its ass, a metal butt plug had been inserted, and wires came out of this plug and attached to ports at the bottom of the chair. C856 was mesmerized by the sight and saw the plastic sheath moving up and down in a rhythmic motion as the sound of a piston moved something back and forth in the tubing.
"This is amazing!" Frank said as he approached one of the bound slaves.
Louis smiled.
"These are my bulls! At least that is what I call my slaves."
"I have twenty in this facility," Louis said. "Ten more are in the smaller building next door."
"What is all happening here?" Frank asked.
"Every morning at seven, the bulls are brought over from their quarters and placed in these stalls," Louis said. "The tube in their mouths allows nutrition to be ingested whenever they want it. You will also note the tube in their arm. I have had each bull implanted with a port that allows direct access to its circulatory system. The tube you see connected to it delivers a special drug that induces an erection and forces their testicles and prostate gland to operate at double or even triple its normal level."
"Why not just have the surgery done on them to make that permanent when you buy them?" Frank asked. "That's what I did to my gimp."
"I can regulate it more with this chemical method," Louis said. "Plus, it allows me to use blue- and green-tagged slaves that have been barred from permanent alterations. The port can easily be removed at any time."
"I guess that makes sense," Frank said.
"Anyway, once the drug starts working into their system, they become erect and are primed for production," Lewis said. "My technician slaves use a special wash to sanitize and then sterilize the bull's cocks and balls and then the milking sheath placed over their shafts. It works just like a machine for a cow. There is a special lubricant that won't harm their sperm that is constantly circulated through the tubes and the inside of the sheath. The machine has sensors inside and applies the appropriate suction to massage and milk the bulls. The band you see around their balls is tied to the chair underneath to keep their testicles free and clear of the device, but it is not tight. I don't want to harm my bull's production, after all!"
"If you look down below, you will see a metal plug inserted in each bull's ass. When sensors determine the bull is ready to ejaculate, a mild electric current is applied to its prostate to make them blow. The resulting sperm is quickly sucked away through the tubing over our heads and into a storage container."
"How long can the bull's seed last outside the bull's body?" Frank asked.
"Not long," Louis replied. "But the equipment I have here stores each bull's semen at body temperature until it can be tested. If it is viable, it is automatically moved into cryostorage. The facility I sell to stops by and empties the storage unit once a week. So, other than maintaining the equipment, there is not much I have to do other than watch."
"Amazing," Frank said.
"Yeah," Louis replied. "I'm not completely up to date on the medical terminology and procedures, but from what I understand, they use some of the sperm and genetically alter it to form eggs. They then fertilize those eggs with another slave's sperm. The resulting embryos are grown for a few days, and then the stem cells are harvested. It's the backbone of medicine today, and the facility pays top dollar for the good seed. Each of my slaves is a gold-star producer."
"Well, from the size of their balls, I can see that!" Frank said with a smile. "Every slave here looks hung as hell! But I noticed that they don't have a hair on their body. How do you get them so smooth?"
"I find a hairless bull is more hygienic," Louis said. "Especially in a semen collection facility. Their heads and beards are shaved daily by the technician slaves, and twice a month, the bulls are dipped to remove their body hair."
"Dipped?" Frank asked.
"I have a vat with a special chemical in it," Frank said. "A five-minute soak is all it takes to make the hair roots fall out. The bulls aren't happy about it since it burns a little, but they adapt."
"Well, I like fur on my slaves, but I can understand what you mean about hygiene," Frank said. "I know Burt feels the same way. It does make the bull's balls and cock stand out more."
Louis laughed.
"I bet Cee would look massive without its dark bush obstructing the view of its balls. Are you sure you don't want to sell it? I bet it would be a big producer."
Frank smiled.
"No. Cee might be a slave, but it is part of our family now, Louis. We could not operate without it. Right, big fella?"
C856 smiled at its owner and nodded.
Louis and Frank continued to talk about the facility's technical aspects and the operation's cost-benefit analysis while C856 looked around. It was amazed at how docile the slaves looked. They seemed zoned out and staring blankly ahead as their genitals were milked. Nearly every slave looked to have testicles the size of extra-large eggs, and it was apparent their engorged cocks were long and thick. At the front of each stall, there was a digital pad that contained the name of the slave and a log of their production in terms of volume during each day.
"How often are they milked?" Frank asked.
"Five times a day," Louis replied. "The chemical in their arm helps them recharge, so they are ejaculated every two and a half hours on average from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon. After the final extraction, they are released and sent into the exercise room to work out for a few hours. We find that it helps them recover from the long time sitting in the chair and gets their blood circulating. We then provide them a protein-rich dinner and require they get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep so they are primed and ready for the next day's collection."
"What is the metal band around their waist for?" Frank asked.
"Ahh!" Louis reacted. "You have a keen eye! To keep the bulls from touching themselves between milking sessions, we have a metal chastity cage that attaches to that band and encases their cock and balls. We remove it every morning before they are put in their stalls."
"Absolutely amazing," Frank replied.
"Come down here, Frank," Louis said. "I want to show you one of my newest bulls. It has the largest unaltered balls I have ever seen on a slave. I paid a ton for it, but it has been worth every penny."
The two men walked down to the end of the room while C856 walked slowly by each stall and observed. When it reached the third stall, it heard the machine make a loud noise, and the slave in the chair grunted. Its legs tensed as electricity was delivered to its ass, causing it to clench down. Simultaneously, its cock exploded in the sheath, and C856 watched as a large load was immediately sucked away through the tube in the ceiling and down into the next room.
"Damn," C856 said quietly to itself.
The slave that had just orgasmed was shaking and moaning softly as it sucked on the nourishment tube in its mouth, and the sheath slowed its motion. Eventually, the device stopped, and the slave breathed heavily as it tried to recover.
"Excuse me," a soft voice said.
C856 turned and saw a slender naked boy with a large collar around its neck move to inspect the slave that had just orgasmed and note the time of the collection on the clipboard.
"Do you take care of the slaves?" C856 asked.
"Yes," the smaller slave said. "I am one of the slave technicians. I ensure the bulls are in top production and log their loads. I can't talk, though. I need to work."
"Sorry, I understand," C856 said as it stepped back and continued to walk down the line.
The rest of the slaves were still in various stages of being milked. C856 noticed that most of them were blue or green tags, though there were a couple of red tags and one yellow-tagged slave. When it reached the end of the line, it saw where Frank and Louis had stopped to talk in front of a massive slave with a sack the size of a baseball. However, a different bull caught its eye on the opposite side of the room. The bound slave had a large build and impressive testicles hanging down under its milking sheath. It saw the metal plug shoved tightly in the slave's ass and the large brand of the head of a horned bull that had been seared into its flesh. In many ways, it looked similar to the other slaves in the room, but there was something familiar about it. C856 walked closer and leaned over to look at the clipboard. At the top, in bold letters, was its designation. C856's mouth fell open. It was C689. C856 shot upwards in shock.
"I wondered how long it would take you to notice," Frank laughed.
C856 turned to look at its owner. It was speechless.
"When Louis sent me the inventory of his slaves, I noticed that this one was purchased at the same facility and on the same day as you. I was curious and investigated. That is indeed your cousin, Cee."
C856 spun around again and looked at the bull. C689's brown eyes were dilated and staring blankly at the ceiling. Its body was completely devoid of hair, and it had put on some muscle mass since C856 last saw it, but it was unmistakably the same person it had seen almost ten years earlier. C856's eyes moved down to look at the milking sheath. C689 had always been more hung than C856, but there was a noticeable increase in scrotal volume.
"Its balls have grown, Master."
Frank laughed.
"Well, that was not the first thing I expected you to say when you saw it."
Louis chuckled as well.
"Its enlarged testicles are a side effect of the drug it is given, Cee. The organs grow up to thirty percent larger. But I assure you that my bull is in good health and unharmed. C689 is one of my top producers. Its loads are massive in volume, and its natural recharge was rapid before being given any drugs. In fact, it has overshot anticipated quotas nearly every quarter since it was bought. It has some of the best quality sperm I have seen in a slave. Your family must have good genes."
"What do you think, Cee?" Frank asked. "Had things worked out differently, you might be in that chair, and C689 might have been on our farm. You two look very similar. I would have thought you were brothers."
"Yes, Master," C856 replied as it stared at its cousin. "We always did have similar builds."
"Well, this bull is on a term contract," Louis said. "It can only be kept in slavery for twenty years, and then it has to be released."
"Can you milk it for that long?" Frank asked.
"Not usually," Louis said with a laugh. "You can only supercharge a slave's reproductive system like this for so long. Eventually, its loads decrease in quality. We have seen them last about fifteen years on average before they need to be replaced, but C689 is of good stock, so it might last its entire contract term. It has milked daily for nine and half years now with no decrease in productivity, so who knows?"
"What do you do with them after their production ability wanes?" Frank asked.
"We usually sell them as working stock," Louis said. "Their bodies are unharmed, and we keep them in top physical shape. They can still be productive."
"May I ask a question, Sir?" C856 asked Louis.
"You may, slave," Louis replied.
"Will my cousin be able to father children later in life?"
Louis smiled.
"That is an Interesting question. Well, every slave is different. I won't lie to you, this production process does dramatically decrease fertility rates in a slave, but C689's cock and balls will still function. With enough effort and patience, it should be able to start a family should it choose to, though it might take some medical assistance. Honestly, it comes down to how they are treated. I pride myself on taking excellent care of my bulls. Their health is my top priority since it affects my bottom line. Some breeders will milk a slave until they literally are shooting blanks near the end and are sterile. I do not do that. Once a bull's volume and quality drop more than fifty percent, I discontinue their use."
"I understand, Sir," C856 replied. "You sound like a good Master. I am glad that C689 has served you so well over the years."
"How do you keep them so calm?" Frank interjected. "Milking a slave's cock five times a day has to be painful or at least uncomfortable."
Louis smiled.
"The drug in their arm also contains a sedative. They can hear and understand everything that goes on, but the effect is like you are floating and do not care. I have done the drug recreationally myself as a way to relax, and it is quite a trip. You should try it sometime."
"May I be permitted to speak to the slave, Sir?"
Louis looked at Frank.
"That is up to your owner."
"Go ahead, Cee," Frank said. "But be quick about it. Seeing your reaction was fun, but we have things to do. I want to check out the sperm processing area next. Take no more than a few minutes, and then meet us in the next room."
"Yes, Master," C856 said as it turned around and walked to the stall where its cousin was strapped down.
The milking machine stroked the bull's cock, and C689 was moaning lightly as its chest filled with air and then deflated. C856 reached out and gently touched its cousin's leg. Its haunches were firm, and it could tell that the slave had taken care of its body. Looking over to see that Frank and Louis had left, it then turned and spoke softly.
"Patrick. It is me, Chip."
C689 was still looking at the ceiling when it heard the familiar voice. Its vision was blurred, and it felt lightheaded. It wanted to respond. However, nothing came out of its mouth.
"They say you can hear me," C856 continued. "I hope you can. I want you to know I am doing ok. I have a great master and am treated very well. I have to work hard but have never been beaten and am well fed. Can you believe it's been nine and a half years since we last were in the same room? I can't believe how buff you look, and your balls are huge! I bet you could get laid so easily. But I guess you cum multiple times a day, so maybe you would not like getting laid."
C856 laughed to itself as it gently rubbed the smooth skin of the bull. It wondered if this would be what it would look like if it had been dipped and treated the same way.
"Fuck, it is so good to see you, Patrick. I was so worried about where you went. I hated we could not be sold together. I hope I can stop by again sometime. I never got to tell you. I modified my slave contract. I am a permanent slave now. My master owns me for life. I will never be going home. Dad and Uncle Ted hopefully got a lot of money when I was sold. When your term is up, and you go home, please tell my parents I am ok. I don't blame them for the decision to sell us. I've made peace with it all."
C689 groaned, and its eyes rolled. Its large feet flexed, and C856 rubbed the slave's leg.
"I know I am rambling, but I only have a few minutes. I have so much I could tell you."
Its cousin groaned again. C856 stepped back as the machine began to make a sound. The butt plug in C689's ass activated, causing the slave to clench down on it. The electricity sent waves of energy directly into the bull's overcharged prostate gland. Its hands clenched, and its feet curled and shook. The large, heavy, hairless sack in front shifted noticeably as the testicles inside lifted, and a massive load of cum shot into the sheath. C689's body flushed, and goose pimples formed as the orgasm crested. C856 could feel the trembling in its cousin's thighs as the thick load was quickly sucked away and sailed into the next room through the network of tubes. With a series of grunts and shutters, the slave produced four more shots of cum from its loins before the electricity stopped, and C689 collapsed."
"Fuck, Patrick!" C856 said with a smile. "That was incredible! You are a beast of production! I have never cum that much!"
C689 moaned as it felt the endorphins in its body mix with the drug it was being given. It felt as though it was flying. But then, a memory was triggered. It now remembered who the voice belonged to. It strained to rise and say something. It wanted to acknowledge its kin. But it could not. Only its eyes spun around. C856 smiled and patted the slave's leg.
"You must be on cloud nine. You rest and enjoy your milkings, big bull. Hopefully, we can talk again. Take care, Patrick."
C856 walked away as C689 sighed. Drool fell from its mouth as it forced its body to react. It began to mumble.
"Chip..."
In the next room, C856 saw Frank and Louis standing in front of a large metal box with dials and panels. The tubes from the milking room came through the wall and entered one side of the machine. Additional lines came out the other side and connected to other large silver cylinders.
"So, as you see here," Louis was saying. "The computer is now analyzing the load that bull C689 just produced. The system measures the average number of sperm per volume and the mobility of the cells. It then displays the readings using color-coded bars. Notice the readings. That bull's seed is way above average."
"Very nice," Frank said. "It is nearly off the scale."
"Exactly. Now that the semen has passed quality control, it will move into the cryostasis machine to the right, where it will be registered and stored in a sealed vial at low temperatures. I can maintain the daily collection of all my bulls in here for up to a week before capacity is full."
"And you said the company stops by every Friday for pickup?" Frank asked.
"Yeah, in the afternoon," Louis said. "But they let themselves in, and my maintenance slave deals with them. I get paid electronically every other week. Honestly, all I have to do is walk around, admire my bulls being milked, and rake in the money. You would not believe what they are paying me for all their sperm."
"Are you all done, Cee?" Frank said as he turned and noticed his slave had returned.
"Yes, Master," C856 replied. "Thank you for that indulgence, Master. This slave is grateful to you."
"No problem," Frank said as he turned back to Louis. "You told me you had some portable equipment I could borrow?"
"Yeah," Louis said. "It is the equipment I used when I first started. It is primitive. It just can store the sperm at the required temperatures. It cannot analyze it. But you should be able to get a week's collection built up. For one slave, that will be enough to sell unless you want to hook this slave up, too. Given how productive its cousin is, you might have a cash cow on your hands."
Frank laughed and looked at C856.
"I think we will leave Cee to its manual labor for now. But, if it gets tired of breeding our new slave, I might let it contribute."
"Oh, so it is a breeder!" Louis replied.
Frank laughed.
"The red tag we bought to help Cee in the fields still needs its will broke. We gave use of its ass to Cee here to help us. You are doing a fine job of it, too, aren't you, big fella?"
"Yes, Master," C856 said with a smile.
"It was the first ass that the slave ever fucked," Frank said.
"Oh really?" Louis said. "How did it feel, slave?"
"Amazing, Sir," C856 replied. "Different than a woman's pussy, but it was really nice."
Louis and Frank laughed.
"You give a lot of privileges to your slave," Louis remarked.
"Well, like I said, Cee is more like family now," Frank said. "I've known it since I was 13 years old. I mean, it is a slave, but it is very trustworthy. Aren't you, big guy?"
"I'm here to serve you in any way I can, Master," C856 replied.
"Good," Frank said.
"Well, Frank, do you want to see the balance sheet and such?" Louis asked.
"Sure," Frank replied. "Then you can show me how the equipment works before Cee loads it in the truck."
"Excellent," Louis said.
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