Chapter 3 - Slaves in a new world
The new world was hot, the sky a clear blue and the air dry. Every male had been collared and leashed; some walked on two legs, some on four. Alex was led out still wearing his humbler. Every petmale on the ship had been fitted with one. Alex had grown completely used to the view from all-fours, but part of him longed to stand on two feet again, but only to be harnessed like the ponymales he had seen on Earth.
The males were corralled together at the spaceport, then loaded into a transport truck for the journey to the auction processing centre. From the windows of the transport, they could see beautiful countryside, gradually filling with a mix high-tech and traditional buildings. They arrived in a major town and wove their way to the auction centre. Alex and the others were led out of the transport and through the back entrance. From there the males were separated by type, pets and ponies led to one zone, maids to another, general service slaves to the largest area.
A few prospective buyers had decided to see the new crop of males before the auction a few days' time. Three university students strode up to Dev. The lead female had long, sleek black hair and stood six feet tall. Behind her trailed two semi-naked females, both green-skinned and blue-eyed blondes. The three together had formed a household, a domwife and two subwives, and were looking to complete their domestic harmony with a new petmale.
The redhead domwife bent down to Dev. She looked at her two subwives.
"What about this one?" she said, stroking Dev's back and running her hands down to his balls.
"He has a lovely manner," said one of the green-skinned girls.
"Looks strong and healthy," said the other.
Dev woofed appreciatively and nuzzled their legs. The girls giggled in delight.
"Definitely a candidate," said the domwife, "we'll see how the bidding goes."
Dev whined as they walked away, already missing the attention.
An olive-skinned, dark-eyed woman walked up to Alex. She motioned to the auction house staff nearby.
"Any chance of seeing this one harnessed up and standing?"
Alex was a little puzzled by what this meant, but the staff knew she was asking to see him as a ponymale.
"Swing by tomorrow around 5, we'll see what we can do sis."
"Thanks!" she turned back to Alex, "See you tomorrow."
The new slaves were led through to a washroom, with many showers and baths. There were eleven new pet or pony males in the group, for the time all being led around on all fours. Auction house staff came into the shower room with them, one each for the new males, plus some guards and a supervisor. The staff stripped naked and placed their clothes in watertight lockers. The temperature and humidity in the room began to rise as the showers and baths were filled. Each attendant began to thoroughly soap, shampoo and clean the new males.
Alex had his hair shampooed, his body thoroughly checked for stray hairs, and his cock and balls washed in a sensuous fashion by the happy female. She rinsed well under his arms, between his legs, around his arse and humbler, then dried the both of them down with towels and hot air. The males were led back to a series of cells, where there was a toilet built into the floor, a doggy bed, and food and water dispensers. Locked in, the cells were filled with a gentle relaxing vapour, sending each male to sleep in minutes.
The next morning, the slaves were led out on leashes to a medical testing area. There the doctors and nurses took blood samples, checked nanite levels, assessed general physical and mental wellbeing, and made sure the humblers weren't going to injure the boys. They replaced the boys' collars with a high-tech version that bonded to their neck, able to expand and contract or carry out a variety of different functions.
From there the petmales were led to an outdoor area, where the staff played games and filmed the boys as they cavorted around. The medical reports and films became parts of the boys' growing auction profiles, as hundreds of women in the market for a new slave watched and read. Towards the evening, Alex and two other males were led off separately to a barn in the grounds of the auction centre. Once inside, Alex grew excited. The barn was full of equine equipment - boots, harnesses, bits, reins, even a cart.
One of the attendants spoke to the three males, "You three scored high on equine tendencies. In plain language, that means you may each make excellent ponyboys. I'm going to let you out of your humblers and onto two legs. Don't get any worrying ideas about your status from this - on two legs or four, you're still pets, still animals to be owned. You'll serve mistresses who want your particular mix of talents, our screening processes make sure of it. Now, each ponyboy to a stall and place your arms out."
The attendants slid studded leather harnesses over each male's torso, pulling the straps in tight, then locking the whole ensemble with a padlock. Next the boys were told to open their mouths - bits were anchored securely into them, then attached to bridles. The ponyboys had blinders fitted next, limiting their sight to what was immediately in front of them. Now came the armbindings. The boys were told to put their hands behind their back, each hand gripping the opposite forearm.
With their arms in place, each arm was layered around with leather strapping, completely removing any use of those limbs from the males. Finally, each male was led to a bench and told to raise one foot. The skilled attendants measured and fitted a long leather boot with a pony hoof to the ponyboys' feet, leading them gently in small circles to get them used to the hooves.
"Lift your leg when you step, don't drag those feet around!"
"Calmly, gracefully move from one position to the next. Don't rush!"
"That's right, ponies. Nice big steps for us. Now girls, how are we doing for time?"
