This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment.
Thank you for reading.
Rob
I can't believe my ears. After the third modification I think I had an out of body experience. I didn't even hear the last one but can only suspect it was awful. Filth, formally known as Tyler unlocked Rob from the table he was attached to.
'You can speak now Filth, tell the new slave what his life will be like,' Dr Sampson said.
'It will be OK, eventually you will come to enjoy it. Life is good without the stress of needing to making decisions for yourself,' Tyler said.
He sounds brainwashed, how could anyone enjoy this lifestyle, being naked constantly.
I was ushered out of the room by Filth to find my three new Masters. The look of mischief on their faces is unsettling. The three Masters are staring at me. I am happy they will get their Visa's and maybe after a while Carl will forgive me for my prank.
I look down at my now hairless naked body. The hair just fell out leaving me as smooth as a baby. The only thing I am wearing is the metal collar. I am happy the leg restraints are gone. I'm about to begin my year of slavery. Carl walks up to me and connects the leash to my neck.
'Come on now, it's going to be a long walk home. We are going to take the scenic route'.
He pulls on my leash and I walk through the door of the processing plant and towards my second experience with public humiliation.
It's getting close to evening but the air is still warm on my smooth body. The ground below me is not as hot as earlier. I look at the soles of my feet which are now black from all the barefoot walking I have done in the past few hours.
The streets are still busy and the onlookers stare at my naked body. My hairless cock bounces up and down as I walk behind my Masters.
'I think we should test the rest of the modifications on the way home. I want to see if they are working properly,' Pat said.
Dr Sampson had offered to show them how they worked but Pat had insisted the privacy of the lab was not the appropriate place to try them for the first time.
'Which one should we try first?' Pat asked.
They huddled together so I couldn't hear. Pat walked over to me with a shit eating grin on his face that has been plastered on it the whole day. He is definitely the leader of the group. He opened his phone and pressed a few buttons.
I am getting self-conscious standing here naked. The free men on the street all look at me as they walk by. Then all of a sudden, I can feel blood rushing to my cock and it starts to grow. Within seconds I now have the largest boner of my life.
'This is one of the modifications,' Carl says while laughing.
Carl opens his bag and removes a piece of rope. He ties a knot around the base of my balls. He touches my dick which causes me to moan slightly. This is so humiliating it's bad enough being naked but with a huge erection is even worse.
We walk through the streets my three Masters ahead of me. The guy I tormented pulling me by a rope attached to my rock-hard dick. A couple of teenagers, maybe 18 years old walk past me. One of them spits in my face as he walks by and the group bursts into laughter.
We walk towards a café that we used to frequent quite a bit. I am friends with the owner Jordan. I hope they walk by this place and don't stop. I guess for the next year I won't be going for coffees after my morning surf. I won't be having a morning surf.
As we are approaching, I notice Jordan chatting with Zac. How could this get any worse I just want to be back at the house where my shame will be hidden. Me and Jordan have regularly bonded over our dislike of the new slavery laws. Really, I just fancied him.
Jordan is married to Dr Sampson. He opened the cafe slightly after the new laws came into place. He was very hesitant to talk about his dislike of the slavery laws. Especially since he helped bring them into place. Our conversations were always very secretive.
Behind Zac stands a lean naked slave. He has long straight dirty blond hair. He has manacles attached to his wrists and his ankles that look permanent. He is wearing a chastity cage that Dr Sampson said if my injections are a success will become obsolete in the future. He is also wearing a spider gag.
'Hey guys, how are you getting on with your new slave?' Zac asked no one in particular.
Jordan stared at me in shock and disappointment. Jordan has likely been told I volunteered which will make me even worse in his eyes.
'We are just getting used to it. Maybe we can have a coffee and you can give us some tips?' Pat requested.
'That's a great idea. But slaves aren't allowed into establishments like this but they do provide storage areas for your property. I finally convinced Jordan to get stocks in. It allows your slave to be humiliated as we relax,' Zac said.
I scan around the exterior of the building and see 5 wooden stocks set up. The type where your head and hands are held through holes in the wood. The stocks aren't hidden in the back but in an area that receives the most foot traffic. This is going to be humiliating.
Zac directs his slave over to the stocks. As he walks by me, I notice welts on its ass and back. He must have been punished lately. It is clear he has been a slave a while he doesn't protest, he just obeys. I wonder how long it will take for me to become like that.
On his back in bold writing is the word Scum tattooed. It takes up the upper half of his back. It must have hurt when he got it done. The slave's ass is beautiful, I always wanted my own slave. I wanted this blond twink, or was it the injections making me feel that way.
'This is Scum. I will bring it over later tonight to demonstrate how a slave should behave. Here is a spare spider gag. The position of the stocks makes them drool twice as much. Scum, I think, feels humiliated as it looks like it is drooling over the passing people,' Zac explained.
'He has no tongue and why do you refer to him as IT?' Pat asked surprised.
'Yes, I had it removed. The spider gag isn't to stop him from speaking it's so everyone can notice what has been taken from him. Don't feel sorry for him it was a bad guy in his past life. He isn't a he, he is just an object, an it,' Zac answered.
I guess Joe must feel left out to my torment because he quickly grabbed the spider gag. I was hoping he might be the one to show me a bit of mercy during this time. I guess I am wrong. He attached the gag spreading my mouth completely open and pulled me by my hard dick to the stocks.
The gag was uncomfortable. I wanted to protest. Seeing my friends about to go into my favourite café made me feel like I was missing out on the fun. I suppose that's the least of my worries. I lowered my head and then hands onto the slots and then Joe closed it around my limbs.
'Speaking of Scum drooling over the surfers passing by. That allows us to try out a new modification. The modification to make chastity devises a thing of the past. We can edge him while he waits for us. It will be like he is getting the best hand job of his life,' Pat said and Zac laughed
'So, as he is drooling at the shirtless guys with surf boards, he will also be getting edged. Everyone will think he is a slave for being a pervert. Let's go I want to learn about all the modifications,' he said leaving us locked in the stocks.
Pat pressed a few buttons and it started. It started slowly I could feel this light vibration on my dick as if there was a device set up to it but there wasn't. I think I can handle this it's not too bad I wrongly thought.
The sensation grew and grew it felt like I was been pleasured by someone who knew exactly what they were doing with each second that passed the sensation grew. I could feel my dick getting wet with pre cum as I tried to resist the urge to moan. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
I have moaned as much as the next guy especially when I'm the one doing the simulating. I have had my dick sucked and played with by others and while I did moan it was mostly brought on by trying to make my partner believe I was more into it then I was.
I didn't expect it but I moaned loudly. This was a surprise to me the feeling of a growing orgasm made me moan involuntarily. I start to trust my hips hoping I get the release my dick badly needs. I must look ridiculous in stocks. My body thrusting as I moan with drool pouring from my mouth.
I feel like a dog in heat I am so close I need to cum. The moaning is now so loud as I'm so close. There is now a crowd of on lookers all recording me on their phones pointing and laughing at me. Just as I am about to come it stops. I am so frustrated I need to come.
The crowd is dissipating as I attempt to catch my breath. There must have been about a hundred people watching me moan through my spider gag. Thrusting my rock-hard cock at fresh air hoping to push me over the edge. My legs are sore from all the thrusting.
There are still two young lads recording on their phone. Rob recognises them as the ones who spat on him earlier. They have their phone in one hand a tourist pamphlet in the other. They are clearly tourists. This might be one of their first experiences seeing a naked slave. I must be quite the sight.
'Look at this filthy animal. Disgusting he has no self-respect humping the air and moaning in public,' the dark-haired boy says.
His friend who has short brown hair walks up to me and spits in my open mouth. They sound like they are from a posh area in London.
I am helpless to do or say anything. I can just stand here with my ass in the air and a hard on as they speak about me as if I'm not here. The dark-haired boy walks behind me and starts spanking my ass. It stings so badly and I have no way to shield the blows.
'The guys at home are never going to believe this Ollie,' the brown-haired boy says.
'They will when they see the videos Mikey. But I think we need to be in the shots or they will just think we downloaded it from the net,' Ollie replied.
'Yeah. Here shoot this,' Ollie says as he walks up to me.
His crotch is now level with my open mouth. He grinds his crotch against me. My drool is now soaking his pants. I have left a damp spot on his pants. He notices this and is far from happy.
'Look at what you have done' he says as he grabs my hair and tilts my head back. He puts his hands into his pants and pulls out his floppy dick. He places his dick in my mouth.
