A short continuation of my saga...If a little male/male sex does not rock your boat move along.
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It was deja vu all over again as Derek sat in the waiting room of the men's side of the slave induction center with Chad waiting for his number to be called. Two other pairs of owners and slaves sat waiting. "Can't you give me a hint of what they are going to do, Derek?" Chad asked politely.
"To tell you the truth, I am not sure how men are treated differently from the women slaves. I am familiar with what Rhonda went through during the female slave camp." Derek said. He saw the other two owners perk up to listen. "The females get taught a fair bit about history of slavery, slave laws, and how their life is screwed up but they can make the best of it if they get into the right mindset which is basically to obey. I'm not sure how they change that message for males or if it is the same lesson. I am guessing they tailor it for men who are generally gonna be arrogant assholes until beaten down."
"Did I hear you right? You sent a slave here?" one of the other owners asked. Derek nodded. He had noticed the other slaves smirking at Chad's appearance. He had removed his makeup, but his highlighted hair still showed its pink tint.
"This guy's wife or ex-wife, now." Derek said. "I got them both as restitution but did not want to keep them in the same household. I let him go to live with his son. I thought I was being nice by not sending this guy off to Alaska or some such. I made one simple rule. Do not contact each other. But what did they do? He phoned her not even two weeks after they were enslaved. They both thought they were being sneaky."
"I taught them how I was better at the 'sneaky pete' game and would always learn about somebody going behind my back. And I would nail their butts for trying. They tried to play a fast one on me once and it got them enslaved. The second time it got both of them signed up for slave camp." Derek laughed. The other owners wanted to hear his story, so Derek related the whole thing. Chad held his head low as both the other owners said they would have instantly sold his ass to some work camp in Alaska. Derek chuckled. "That is what I told his former wife. She could be used in a work camp for oil pipe workers. Cook and housekeeper by day, and the reward for hard work at night. I'd rather send this guy up to freeze his ass off. Plus from what I hear some of those work crews don't care if it is a male or female servicing them. My boy here had his hair done. I wanted him ready for the trip if it came to that. You know, look pretty for the guys he might meet." The other owners laughed. All the slaves cowered. None felt good about his plight. Nor did any smirk at Chad any more.
Two hours later Chad found his nude butt sitting on a plastic chair in a classroom after a meal of the most obnoxious slime he could imagine. He had been fed that stuff before, he remembered. He had flushed the contents down the drain in his cell the night he was convicted and again the next morning. At the time he would prefer to go hungry. He found out the hard way he could not refuse to eat here. Like Rhonda, his butt had been strapped as he was told not eating his full meal was not acceptable. Two other slaves suffered the same punishment.
A nice looking woman stepped up in front of the sixteen men who sat nude in the plastic chairs. "Good morning, slaves. My name is Rachael Dubois. I am the senior slave processor here at the induction center. Those you see in charge of you work for me." She watched as the nude men looked at her. As expected, she got a variety of reactions. Several men sat very watchful wondering if a hammer was about to fall. Two cowered, each obviously embarrassed at his nudity. Five men grinned and made no effort to push his erection down between his thighs to hide it from this female. She was familiar with this response. "You are attending what we call 'slave camp,' " Ms Dubois stated. "We also have a female version. The goal of each class is similar. We seek to orient you to your new lives as a slave. The techniques differ. I will not get into what we do with the females. But I will address how you will be treated."
"First off. Why have a slave camp at all? You all share one thing in common. You were awarded to your owner as restitution for the crime you committed against him or her. Historically, less than ten percent of those accepting a male slave in that way still owned that male two months later. Most sold the male within the first month. Retention of a female slave is far higher. Part of the reason is males tend to have some kind of macho attitude that needs to be adjusted to accept his slavery. With the advent of our slave camp program, three quarters of the males are kept by their original owner even at the three month mark which we use in our report statistics as a quarter of the year. It shows a major success."
"We will not brutalize you here. In our experience that only tends to harden a male. We intend to soften you. AHH , now that got some reaction. I can read from the expression on several of your face. You are thinking, 'This bitch is crazy if she thinks she is going to make me less of a man.' I have no intention of making you less of a man. I merely plan to make you a compliant man."
"By show of hands, how many of you have NEVER given another man oral sex?" No hands went up. Ms Dubois smiled."Really? All of you have given another male a blowjob. I think some of you are being dishonest. Dishonesty in itself is a cause for punishment here. Now I will ask that question again. Anybody here never blew another man, never sucked a cock?" Still no hands raised. " Well, we have a group of experienced cock suckers here, then. That will make our job easier. I can tell you that each and every one will get a fair amount of experience sucking off a man. Look to your left and right, at the lap of the man sitting there. Chances are, one of those cocks are going to be in your mouth before long. We use cock sucking here as a punishment. It is more efficient and effective than beating your butt or shocking you with your slave collar." This statement obviously shocked the men. "Of course we do use straps and the shock collars. I know a few of you experienced a strap this morning at breakfast."
"Now let's briefly address your collar. We will get into its full capabilities later. I am sure you have all been shocked several times. Some with only the half shock but a few with the full shock. We use the shock feature here as a last resort. If I tell somebody to do something I expect to be obeyed immediately. I am sure some of you have wondered how a woman would stand up here in front of a bunch of hardened male slaves, macho men and not be afraid. If you look around there is not a single male guard watching you." The men looked around. " I sent the guard to take a break and get a cup of coffee. I don't need him to control you. I am perfectly safe."
