First fag Interview
I quietly left to my new cubical. It was shifted to the top washroom, my computer was placed on floor, since there was no cubical setup here. It smelled stong of urine here, Abdul (HR) was there in the washroom as well, getting the urinals sealed. "Good, you came on time. Your computer is set up there, you may work kneeling on floor."
"Yes sir," I said and kneeling in front my computer and started it.
"You must not waste a second of company's time, no breaks of any kind, no matter what's happening around you, you must not get distracted, if you do, you will be punished harshly." HR said, "you are not supposed to chat with anyone either, unless they talk to you directly or you have something very very important to say."
"Yes sir." I replied trying to focus on work.
"the only time you may stop working is when a man needs to pee, but immediately after he is done, you get back to work." HR explained. "Have you ever been pissed in before?"
"Yes sir, at college I was bullied by those popular group of boys, and since toilet fare was alot at the campus, they used to use me only to save thier money."
HR laughed, and the sweeper who was sealing the urinals said, "We did that too during college days, we had around 5 fags we controlled during college, we named them urinal 1, urinal 2, urinal 3...."
"Intresting," HR said, "come and demonstrate boy, consider it your interview for your new position."
"Yes sir," since HR did not move I figured that I was to go to him, I avoid saying anything or asking questions as they might look disrespectful, so I just did what seemed best to me, he just keep looking at the sweeper working, so I just went in front of him, opened his pants and took his already hard dick out, I think he had a crush on the sweeper. The dick was not very big but it was coal black, I sealed my lips around the head and he pissed in quickly, a sharp, hot and fast stream, I tried to keep it in but few drops fell not. After he was done, he stepped back to get his dick out and slapped me. "Lick the floor clean and get back to work." He said and left. The sweeper was still working, I licked the piss on the floor and crawlled back to my computer.
"Prectice and punishment makes a slave perfect." Said the sweeper. "You should always thank a man when he punished you,"
"Yes sir." I said. "I am new and learning."
When I signed up for the program I didn't relised that my whole life will change so suddenly, I didn't wanted this, I didn't wanted the news to come to office. I wanted to please a master, a man who owned me rightfully. Not all man. I felt like a cheap slut.
When the employees got to know about it, they started to come to toilet, again and again, some to pee but many to laugh and click photos. I wasn't sure where will those photos go, but I shouldn't be concerned, this was my life now, I choose this maybe it will help me find my master sooner.
I was told that I can't leave before all the other employees, gaud was given the duty to tell me that I can leave. It was around 2:50 am when the gaur came, "you can go now," he said, he was a old man.
"Thank you sir." I said.
"But before that I need to pee." He said, his wrinkled dick was already out.
After he was done, he clicked a photo of me and said, "I will review you on the app, unfocused but eager."
I was shocked to see he was the member of the factory. I had so many questions, I wanted to ask him how does he manage that with the salary of a guard, which was very less. But I did not, I was two scared to disrespect him, I was not his senior anymore, in fact he is my superior now, all man are superior then me not, I was at the bottom of the hierarchy.
"Thank you the review sir, I will try to do better next time." I said and left. I went to the factory before my room, because there were some more thing I needed, like my phone for the job.
I went to the reception and explained. "But I need it for work, to stay updated with the emails."
"Yes we understand," the slave-employe (SE) said and sent another SE to get the phone, "the factory has limited the access of the phone, you are allowed to do any work related to your job and read and reply the emails from the factory you can even download our app to check your fag status on that. But if you try to do anything else the AI in the phone will block u from doing anything and will alert us immediately. And it will result to permanent jail in the factory till you are purchased by someone."
"Harsh but yeah okay." I said as the SE handed me my phone.
"Also you will be charged 500 bucks rent every month that we will cut automatically."
"Rent to use my own phone that too with limited access. Are you kidding me?"
"You don't own anything now, what ever you used to own you handed over to the factory with your humanity. You are using factory's property now for which you must pay."
"Stop bullshiting me, it will hardly leave me any money to buy your overpriced water and food."
"It is company's policy, you may choose to rent or not, any further questions will lead to punishment." SE said.
I rented it because I didn't had a choice, I can't lose the job till I find a master. I started walking to my home now. Since I was not allowed to use any transport, walking took a lot of time to go anywhere. It was 6 in the morning when I reached my place. My whole body was aching but I just eat my slave chow, which I pucked afterwards. It tasted like shit, spoilt oats. I read the ingredients:
90% Recycled Spoilt food, 10% artificial nutrients, blessed by 10% man's cum, piss, shit, sweat and spit.
I went and took a bath, and went to office again. I didn't get to have any sleep, but I didn't have a choice now, usually I used to take a sick leave but that wasn't the option now and with the men at office reviewing me on app I couldn't risk performing poor.
Next day when employees already knew about the change at office, they came saving their pee for me, early morning, they formed a big line for me to drink. Most of them were really excited and it was there first experience. As the days passed I got used to drinking pee in the morning and receiving spit, slaps and abuse while thanking them all. Many of them got Board of it. But you immature ones or the employees with less salary who wanted to save on water bill kept saving thier per for me.
Finally the Sunday was near when we were to be displayed at the factory. I got the email from the factory, with display rules:
1. Must not have any hair anywhere other than head.
2. Must be douched properly.
3. Must feed properly on Friday, as no food will allowed from Saturday to Monday.
I followed all of them and was excited about the day but it turned out very boring for fag's atleast. After completing my job on Saturday I work right towards the factory. A lot of fags I meet on the road, I recognised them by the fag clothes we brought from the factory. All looked same gray pent and shirt. I tried talking to them but none of them replied. They just keep walking, except the one name Chotu, "Don't you know we are not allowed to talk to each other it factory's rules. They did not reply to you in fear or obedience."
"Why did you reply then? Don't you fear that I will sneak up on you?" I asked.
"I am actually very lonely, I need someone like me who I can share about this life too, if you do not sneak on me I will find a friend but if you do, I will punished by a hot man. Both win win for me." Chotu explained.
"You are such a filthy whore." I said. And he laughed. "So what it going to be? Friends or spanks?"
"Friends." I said and we reached the factory. All of us got naked and placed our belongings in a box. Then a SE came to handcuff us and took us in. We were led straight to the exhibition hole. This room had air condition but it was turned off yet.
They told us to wait like that. We waited for hours then a SE came with a list and stamps. They stamped us green and red I was stempes green which means not-vergin (free to use anyway) but chotu was stamped red which meant no anal (vergin). They stamped us on the chest, back and ass to make sure that no man misses it
Chotu did not talk to me inside the factory, nither did I, we didn't wanted to be cought but we were talking though our eyes. After stamping was done they gave us vigra to eat and left us there standing for another hour and air conditioner was turned on, we knew what that means, that man were about to come, I prepared myself mentally, it was a show time, I was determined that I will get owned today, impress a man. As the vigra was showing its effect I was getting more and more passionate about it and my small dick hard, after about 30 minutes, I felt extremely desperate to touch myself but my hands were handcaffed behind me.
After an hour a man came with 4 SE with him, he was the art director of the factory and not a visiter, he was there to set up the exhibition, he sat in the middle of the room and told SE where and how to place the fags, We were talked of like objects, paintings to be put on display. The director first told SE to bined both my hands and legs to the chain falling from the ceiling and make sure that my hands and legs are crossing each other completely. "His small dick should be shoved into his own mouth." Director completed.
It was very come uncomfortable from the very start. And I didn't even new that we will be released only the other day. Most of the time we were just hanging there alone, because of the way I was displayed, I could only see my balls and and nothing else. I was having to use my ears to guess what was going around. Many man came, I could here thier laughter, and moan and screams of the other fags. They would come and finger me as well, check me out pinching my body like a vegitable. Some time they would spank or finger my mouth. But nothing more than that. The vigra who took over my head wanted them to fuck me and nothing else, but no one did.
It was around 5:00 a.m. on Monday when we were released. We were placed in a line and a SE told us to do a few excersize for around 10 mins. "This will resume the blood flow." It said. After that we were shaved into the slave wash. And left outside on the road with our fag-clothes back. All of us dressed back together.
Since my office start at 6 I did not had any time to go home so I had it towards office only. Chintu walked with me, it's office was just 10 mins away from me, we shared our address because our phone were monitored. "You can come near to my house whenever you need to talk to me, but don't come to my gate, as they have put cameras in my house."
"They have did same with me you don't have to tell me this things." Chintu said.
"Oh sorry, yes..." I said and I told him but was happening to me at the office.
"OMG, you are so lucky, I told my boss about myself, but he was so disinterested to use me."
"You think like that? I think I got in hell, I only wanted to serve my true master, I feel like a whore." I said.
"You are already a whore!" He said.
I got offended on his words, "how can you speak to me like that, you not a man but a fag, don't forget your place."
"I am still superior then you, according to factory there's a hierarchy in slaves too." He said.
"Are you serious? What are you talking about?"
"See vergin slaves are superior then whored slaves, things are different for us, we are even given special protection," he opened his pants and showed it to me, he was locked in a matel chastity. After that he slapped me hard on face, "better stay in your place from now." He said and parted ways without waiting for my reply.
The days went usual after that, I was slowly getting in the routine of it, walking to office, working, drinking pee, slap or spank occasionally. Sometimes boss used to abuse me. After office, walking home, I eat my slave chow and water, sleep on floor. Wake up, bath and walk to office.
After around 2-3 weeks of I got a call for interview, the mail was sent by the factory to my office as well for the leave. Instructions were very clear in my mail I was not to have any hair on my body other than head, bathed properly, and no food 12 hrs before the interview.
I walked to the factory happy and hopeful, I imagined I will get owned soon by a true man, but after I reached the factory I realised that there were around 15 fags who were called for the interview. We were kept in a different waiting room from than the usual waiting room. This room had a fan so we do not sweat to see the man and alot of toys were kept behind a glasses door.
We all were labelled by the stamp vergin or not vergin. Chotu was there too, he kneeled beside me. After we were stamped the SE started to explain the protocol for the interview.
"For those coming first time for the interview, there are some rules.
1. During the waiting time you will be allowed to talk to each other but if anyone makes too much noise they will be electrocuted.
2. The toys that you see behind the glass, you may rent them for the interview to impress the master and increase your chances to get owned.
3. After you get in front of the master, you must not move or speak unless the man orders you, you must not deny any of his order, no matter what, if anything get's too serious the SE present in the room will manage but you must not deny.
Any queries?"
"Can we purchase the toys as well?" I asked, I used to have alot of toys but they were taken away after I gave up my freedom, my ass feels empty all of the time now.
"No, the toys are too help you impress the man, they will be taken away right after your interview is complete."
I crawlled towards the display of toys, there was everything, harness, dildo, plugs, clamps, stretchers, etc. but they were for the double rate then in the usual stores. "I can buy two toys for this price and you are telling me that I can only rent it."
"Yes, it involves fag Tax as well, and you are not allowed to buy it because they are not for a whore's pleasure but for a man's." SE screamed at me.
I could hear other fags laughing including Chotu. "This fag is a huge whore." Chotu said and he was electrocuted by the gaurd-slave. This brought silence in the room. I didn't had much money left to me and my saved chow was had only half week of food, if I rent only one toy even I will only have money to buy water from the rest of the month. It was a very tough decision. But I look at the crowd and I forgot that I will have to rent something if I want to stand out and get owned, and if I get owned then I will not need money anymore because my master will take care of me. And if I didn't make the cut, I will have less food for some days till I get my salary and I can stay without water since I get alot at office only.
I rented a caller and a pair of metal nipple clamps. After wearing them I sat beside Chotu, he was trying to hold his laugh.
"Why are you laughing, Sir?" I asked, on the last display day he told me to call him sir as he was superior then me.
"I am laughing on your hopefullness, you think that these toys will make him own you? This must be your first!?" He asked.
"Yes it is, what do you mean?"
"I mean, see, man always wants to own vergin fags, but they are restricted for anal before purchase. So they always call 2-3 non vergin fags so man can fuck someone during interview."
I looked around and there was only one other non virgin slave then me. This broke my confidence and I did not sit beside him but went to the other side of the room. The room was small tho, I could still see and hear him tho. The interview started Chota was the first one to go, he was made to kneel on a trolley, chest pressing the floor with ass up in the air, and blindfolded. He was told to not move even a inch and dragged into the room. A single interview went for an hour or two. After the interview was done the fag was told to wait in the waiting room among others till all the interviews are over.
"There will be a final selection ceremony after the interviews are complete," SE explained "...in that the man will come here and do a owning ritual to the selected fag and take it away."
"What will be the ritual." Chotu asked.
"It depends on the man, every man have a different style."
My turn came at the end. Me and the other non vergin fag was sent together. We were told to kneel on the trolley the same way, blindfolded. After I was set I could feel the trolley being moved. I knew I was in a different room of by the air. The room was highly air conditioned that it made me shiver. I was left there for like half hour I dared not to move but with the blindfold my anxiety was killing me. After like half hour I heard food steps coming and in sub minutes the voice of talking also came.
Man laughing... "... My dick is rock hard after so many inspections, it's not fare to keep a man from fucking a fag's ass." I could also smell the strong manly sweat.
"Yes sir you are absolutely right but it's factory's policy to protect the vergin's till owned. You may do anything with them."
"Yeah yeah..."
The conversation went on and after around 10 minutes I felt a sharp sting on my ass.
"Keep hitting them, I like ass red before fucking." The voice said to someone, the hits kept coming but I could hear more whips which did not hit me and screams of the other slave.
I felt a rough hand on my face, the blindfold was removed. My eyes took time to adjust to the light but the man did not wait he slapped me on face and then grabbed my neck hard. He was wearing a mask to hide his face, he was naked with alot of hair everywhere. His thick dick was hard and wet. "Do you know why you were called for this interview?"
"Wh wh why sir." I said with broken breath.
And he released my neck and as I tried to take some air he delivered six slaps fast in a row, "because your face is too cute not to slap."
I fell on floor sobbing and the man stood up smiling, and walked behind the other fag, who was still blind folded. "And his ass is too fluf not to fuck." Saying that he pushed his dick deep in the ass of other fag, and started fucking him hard. The other fag screamed but the man did not care, "come here" he said to me and I crawlled towards him, he grabbed my neck and started slapping me while continuosly fucking the other fag, he order the SE to my ass. He kept doing it till he reached the climax, but he pulled out before finishing, he pushed my face on the ass of the other fag and forced me jerk him off targeting my face, the thick cum felt good on my burning red face. The cum dripped from my face to the ass the ass of the other fag.
Man left us there as we were and said to the SE, "make sure they don't get to wash it till tomorrow." And left the room.
After that we were led to the waiting room, since the man didn't remove the blindfold of the other fag, it was also kept like that.
"Looks like someone had fun." Chotu said and I ignored it. We work after there for around one more hour. Then the man came in the room he was dressed in an expensive suit. He still had the mask on, we kneeled silently in silence and respect. He walked among us tall and proud, he kept walking in circles to confuse us, something standing front of a fag for a second and then kept moving. He stood in front of me too increasing my hopes but then he went to Chota and collared him. "Let's go home boy." All the fags and SE clapped, and I followed in fare of the electricutor.
SE came forward and said, "we will pack him and deliver for you, meanwhile please complete the last formality sir."
"What's remaining, I thought everything was done." Man said with a little annoyance in his tone.
"Sir, after every interview we punish the unselected fays for failing to impress the man. For the last formality I would request you to let us know the punishment you see fit for these fags for failing to impress you, if you don't want to punish that is also okay."
"No no, punishment is very important, must never be skipped. I think the proper punishment would be starvation for 4 days, it will give them alot of time to think what did they do wrong." Man said.
"Thank you master for your generosity." SE said. And we repeated behind him.
After the Man left, all the fags were led to slave wash. But ur two non vergin fags were not allowed to, I had to walk home with cum on my face, neighbours saw me from distance but I don't know if they spoted the cum or not. I was deing of humiliation.
After this I was called for four more interviews that year. In every interview they fucked me, beat me and choose a vergin, leaving behind a punishment for me. Punishment were different everytime like:
1. Group disciplinary fuck by the man-employes of the factory
2. Practice on one cucumber till it spoils.
3. One man stayed to deliver 30 slaps non vergin slaves and 10 slaps vergin slaves.
4. Was to go to factory every day for a week to practice with a man available at the factory.
It was the 10 interview that proved to me wonder for me.
To be continued...
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