Chapter 48, Ross is Delivered to Security, by Security
By the time that security arrived to transport Ross, Candy was somewhat composed and completely dressed. She didn't notice but both of the security officers saw the obvious wet area soaking through her jeans. Toni just smiled at them and winked. This was a common occurrence and security was more than use to seeing an aroused trainer or prep girl. They just smiled as they undid the restraints on Ross and got him up from the exam table. Both of them took a few moments to admire the sight of the silver ring that trapped his genitals and pushed them out on obvious display. This too was a common sight to the officers, especially in sex slaves that were going out on a rental. One officer quickly put a set of handcuffs on him and led him to the hallway.
Nude, except the silver ring, Ross was escorted to the holding area where he was given a new loincloth. It was just after noon and both of the officers had already seen plenty of sexual events in just the few short hours of their shift. They appeared bored as they lead Ross into the holding room. In this room, one officer put the new loincloth on Ross while the other officer put heavy leather ankle restraints on his ankles. Then they waited till it was time to deliver him to the customer's house. Both of the officers would sit and wait with him, to make sure that he didn't take the newly placed ring off, or do anything sexual. Part of their job was to make sure that he didn't ruin the customer's plans by masturbating. Male slaves that were rented out were usually put through some aggressive pre-rental activities, in order to peak their arousal. It was only a few minutes when two transport officers showed up and took Ross. Their job was to deliver him to the customer's house.
"Do you know the customer's name?" Ross asked the two officers as they walked him to a waiting car. Ross didn't like using the word 'customer' since it referred to him or his body as being the item purchased, but it was the word that everyone seemed to use. Neither of the officers answered or even acknowledged his question. They both walked silently with Ross in between them, one of them holding onto the handcuffs placed behind his back. Neither officer even seemed to notice the huge bulge that was pushing out so obviously from beneath the loincloth. As usual, the skimpy loincloth barely covered him. In silence, one officer got behind the wheel of the vehicle as the other one placed Ross in the back seat on the passenger side. The officer in the back seat hooked Ross' handcuffs to a chain that was secured behind him and attached under the back seat. She then stretched his left ankle across the rear floorboard of the driver's side and locked the ankle restraint into place, pulling his left leg outward from him. This 'passenger side left leg out' was a common method of transporting any slave. In this position, he was more than vulnerable in the event that he started acting up. It only took one well placed blow between his legs, to gain his compliance.
Both officers remained silent as they pulled away from the facility. As they began traveling from the property, Ross could feel the stare of the officer in the backseat as she sat watching him. He turned to see a big grin on her face as she stared at him.
"Well?" the officer in the front seat asked suddenly. It broke the silence so suddenly that it actually caused Ross to jump.
"Nice, very nice for an old male, if that's what you like. And he's got a big one too," the backseat officer replied, her eyes now focused on the area between Ross' outstretched thighs.
"They usually do," the driver said laughing out loud. "When's the last time you saw an entertainment slave leave here that was small, or 'lesser endowed'?" the driver asked.
"I can't ever remember seeing a small one," the backseat officer answered. She was looking down toward Ross' loincloth. Sitting as he was, and with his left leg stretched out toward the driver's seat, he was fully exposed to her view. The loincloth barely even covered the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair just above his cock. Ross glanced up at her, his face turning red. She was grinning; her eyes locked on the ringed and captured cock and balls. As embarrassed as he was, he could immediately feel himself begin to swell.
"He's very responsive too," the backseat officer said, her eyes still looking down between his thighs. "It likes the attention. You can actually watch the little twitches and jerks as it grows," she said with a laugh.
"How does it like being played with?" the driver asked, craning her neck to see into the rearview mirror. "Remember, you drive on the next delivery. I want to see it," she said laughing.
"Oh, I'll keep you informed. I'll tell you all of the details," she answered as she continued to watch the slowly swelling cock. Just her gaze was enough to start Ross' arousal level to go up. He actually was embarrassed, but the obvious attention to his sex was more than enough to get his arousal going up. He was emotionally embarrassed but physically, he was aroused.
"Well, tell me everything, don't leave out anything. I'm driving as slow as I can," the driver said, almost pitifully. She seemed more serious than she did kidding.
"Well, he's just like every other male that you've seen. You pay a little attention to his cock and it starts stiffening up. It's a big one, even though he's still pretty soft. But that's changing quickly," she said laughing. "He's thicker than most that we've seen and his balls are unbelievable," she said as she suddenly noticed what was stuffed through the silver jewelry ring. She had been enjoying the sight of the overly thickened cock, but had not even noticed the huge balls hanging down below.
"What do you mean, unbelievable?" the driver asked, slowing down and leaning back to look.
"They're huge. They're bigger than anything I've ever seen. This guy must be loaded," she said with a laugh. "When you were prepped, did they milk you?" she asked seriously, looking up at Ross for the first time. Any security officer that had been at the facility for awhile, knew the procedures that the prep girls used, especially the practice of milking males to give them more sexual stamina for a rental. It wasn't uncommon for security officers to hang out around the prep area, just in case there was something worth watching. Prep girls would often alert security officers if something interesting or different was coming in. And with Dr Sherry's interests, almost all males were either interesting or different.
"Yes," Ross answered sheepishly. Even aroused by the attention to his sexuality, he was still more than embarrassed. He couldn't stop the obvious swelling that was continuing. He could feel his face turning red and warm.
"You were milked? One time?" she quickly asked.
"No, twice," he answered quietly.
