The Silo

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Learning My Place

I was walking across the warehouse floor when I heard someone call out, “Hey cum-dump!  I didn’t know you worked here.”  I looked up to see Orlando walking through the roller door.  I froze in mid-step because I was walking with Ed helping him fill an order.

Ed looks at me, “cum-dump?”

“Yeah,” says Orlando as he gets closer, “this is our little cum-dump,” and he puts his hand on my arse.  “Ain’t that right cum-dump!”

Ed looks at me, with a surprised expression on his face.  I hung my head in shame and looked down at the floor. “Yes, Sir.”

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah, this is the guy I was telling you about.”

Ed’s eyes grew wide, “And I’ve been working with him all this time, and I didn’t know!    Well, I suppose it’s not like he has it branded on his forehead or anything.”

“Oh, you mean like this?”  He says as he reaches over and pulls up the tail of my shirt, revealing my ‘cum-dump’ tattoo, and turning me around in the process.

“Fuck, me,” Ed said with a low whistle.

“Nah, mate,” laughed Orlando, “its fuck him,” as he slapped my arse.  Hard.

“So.  Does he have his butt plug in now?” he asked incredulously.

Orlando just looked at me and said, “drop ‘em and bend over.”

Now, we’re standing on the floor of a very busy warehouse.  There were eight other staff members walking around the warehouse, plus my boss in his office or around the warehouse somewhere as well as all the external drivers trying to get their deliveries.  So it’s not like we’re in a very private place.  But I knew I didn’t have a choice.  So, knowing I had no other choice, I undid my pants and let them pool at my feet.  I pulled down my tighty whites to my knees and bent over.

“Fuck me,” said Ed appreciatively, “and he’s had that shoved up there all this time?”

“Yep!”

“Fuck me, and what do the other tattoos say?”

Without being told I remained bent over so Ed could read the two tattoos on my arse.  “I don’t get it.” Said Ed.

“It’s there so anyone, who sees it, knows that they can try it anytime they want to!  Provided they are over a certain size that is.  We’d hate to disappoint the cum-dump with a small cock, now wouldn’t we?”

“What, now?”

“If you want,” said Orlando nodding.

By now we had started to draw a little crowd who had come to see what was going on.  I continued to stand there with my pants around my ankles, my undies halfway down my thighs and hanging my head in shame.  I heard more than a few appreciative remarks about my cock, arse and physique in general.  Walking around the warehouse, in the past, a lot of the customers remarked on my physique, well what they could see of it anyway, and they all asked if I went to a gym.  I always told them no, it was just working around the warehouse.  Suddenly I heard the boss yell, “What the fuck is going on here?” as he pushed through the growing crowd.

I reach down for my undies, but both Ed and Orlando put a restraining hand on each arm.  So I remained standing bottomless, and I could feel my face starting to burn that much more as if that was possible.  Bert pushed through the small crowd but stopped short when he caught sight of me, “What the fuck is going on here?  Ed?  Then he caught sight of my naked butt, “Sweet jesus, Rick, what the fuck are you doin’?”

He caught sight of my tattoos, told me to pull my pants up, and ordered Ed and me up to his office.  We went up to his office with Orlando trailing along behind us.  Bert had closed the door to his office and was just about to ask us for an explanation when the door opened, and Orlando walked in.  “I’m sorry,” Bert began, “I don’t know what came over Rick.  To flash everyone like that.  I apologise for any embarrassment he might have caused you.  I’ll just get Christian up here to help you, shall I,” he said reaching for the phone.

“No. No,” said Orlando, “there’s no need.”  He continued, “in fact, I’m here to tell you what’s going on.  And it was my fault this whole incident occurred.  So I’ve come to give you an explanation.”

“Ok, I’m listening.  But it’d better be good.”

“Oh, it is, believe me.  You see, Rick here,” he said patting my shoulder, “is my, and some friends of mine, cum-dump…”

“He’s a what?” asked Bert.

“Let me explain…” Orlando began.

“Ok,” said Bert somewhat sceptically.

“You see me and a bunch of my mates were having a ‘quiet’ drink on a construction site I used to work at one night, as we’re want to do sometimes, when cum-dump here,” he said patting my arse, “burst into our midst.  Now, unbeknownst to cum-dump here, we’d all had a bit to drink, and some of us were feeling a little horny, well very horny actually.”  To some appreciative snickers from his audience.  “Anyway, so when cum-dump here, appeared in our midst.  Well, some of the guys decided to take ‘advantage’ of the situation.  And I mean look at the guy, he’s a bit of a wet dream walkin’ isn’t he?”

Ed and Bert had the good grace to look a little bit embarrassed and began shuffling their feet.

“Anyhow, we overpowered him….and took advantage of the situation.  We even took him home when we had finished with him.  I mean we weren’t going to keep him.  We all thought that was the end of it.  Until a couple of nights later we were drinking on the construction site again, and in fact, we were talking about cum-dump here, and what a great fuck he was when stuff me pink if he doesn’t walk into our midst again.  Well, we had such a great time with him last time that it took no persuasion on our part.  So we took advantage of the situation again.  Then when he walked into us for a third time, we decided that he must have been enjoying himself as well.  So this time we had no hesitation of making use of ‘it’…”

“But what was that out on the floor?”  Bert asked gesturing towards the door.

“Um, yeah, sorry about that, that was my fault.  I didn’t know that cum-dump worked here.  And I was showing Ed here, his attributes…”

“Attributes?” queried Bert.

“Yes, sir.  If you would permit me..?”

Bert nodded, with a hungry look in his eye.

“Strip,” said Orlando.

And knowing I had no choice.  I stood up and stripped right there.  Bert and Ed whistled appreciatively.  Orlando gave a little laugh and told me to turn around.  Both men whistled again when they saw my back and arse.  Bert asked about the tattoos, “Oh,” said Orlando, “the tramp stamp, let’s you know he is our ‘cum-dump’, and the two tattoos on ‘its’ arse lets you know what the business end is all about.

Now bend over and grab ya ankles,” he told me.  So I bent over and grabbed my ankles.

When Bert saw my butt plug, he said, “What the fuck...?”

“Yes.  Now this serves to remind ‘it’ what ‘it’ is.  Ain’t that right cum-dump?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, somewhat dejectedly.

“So he’s worn that all this time?”  Asked Ed again, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard the first time out on the floor.

“You bet,” said Orlando with a little pride in his voice, “he only takes it out to shit, shower, or if someone wants to make use of ‘it’.”

“Can anyone use ‘it’?” Asked Ed.

“Sure,” said Orlando, “do you want to try ‘it’ out?”

“What now?” asked Ed.

“Sure.  Why not?  Oh, only if it is Ok with you sir.” He said to Bert.

Bert muttered something unintelligible, which Ed obviously took as assent.  Because I heard him undo his pants and watched as he pushed his pants and jocks down past his knees.  “Um, what do I do with that?” he asked pointing at my butt plug.

“Oh, just pull it out.  Sorry mate.” Orlando said with a little self-depreciative laugh, “Forgot to tell you.”  With that, he pulled the butt plug out and obviously was looking for a place to put it.  So I held out my hand for it.

“Give it to ‘it’, mate.  It’ll clean it.  Don’t worry ‘it’ loves it.  Don’t you cum-dump?”

“Yes, sir,” I said as Ed gave me the butt plug.  So while Ed rammed his cock into my anus, I slurped the butt plug clean.  I felt Ed shoot his load in my arse, and when he pulled out.  Orlando told him to go around the front, and I’d clean him up.  So he came around and waved his cock under my nose, and I opened my mouth.  He pushed his cock in, and I licked and sucked it clean. Naturally, he got another erection, so he grabbed me by the back of my head and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth until he shot another load of hot ropey strings of cum down my throat.  As he was pulling out, I sucked the rest of his cum out of his softening cock.

Then I became aware of another cock pounding my arse, and I wondered if it was Bert or Orlando.  When whoever it was had finished and come around to the front, I saw that it was Bert.  So I sucked and licked his cock clean, and he raped my mouth as well until he shot his second load of cum down my throat.  I waited for Orlando to fuck my arse, but he was running late for his delivery.  Both Ed and Bert thanked him for the use of me.  I put the butt plug back into my arse and then proceeded to pull up my pants when Bert stopped me.  “I think you only need to wear your tighty whities, when you are in the warehouse, from now on, don’t you?  You have a smokin’ hot body boy, and I’ve always thought it was a shame you’ve kept it covered up,” he said.

So I removed my work boots and took off my pants.  I put my boots back on and then took my shirt off.  Bert said that they were glad to know about my new station in life.  Bert was sure we’d get more sales this way, particularly if they charged for my services, as he had noticed how the customers watched me as I moved around the warehouse.  Of course, Bert told me that if I were making any deliveries, I would have to wear my pants and shirt.  But I had the feeling Bert was going to keep me close to the factory from now on.  He asked Orlando about the hole in my undies, and Orlando said that that was an improvement one of my other masters had made.  We quite like to see ‘its’ bit of foreskin peeking out, ‘it’ also has to be careful ‘it’ doesn’t get aroused at all.  With that, I was sent to put my clothes in my locker and get back to work.  As I walked onto the warehouse floor I got a lot of wolf whistles, but with no other choice, I ignored them, as best I could and got back to work.

That was how I spent the rest of my day, walking around the warehouse in nothing but my undies and work boots, and thanks to the cut in my undies, the tip of my foreskin was permanently on show.  A lot of the guys took the opportunity to touch me up, slap my arse, or do any damn thing they wanted to, including trying to grab my bit of foreskin hanging out of my undies which everyone seemed to have turned into some kind of game because it looks like Ed was keeping some kind of book on it.  Which was having the desired effect, and I ended up walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the day, with the head of my cock poking out of the slit in my undies.  

Bert got me a workman’s belt, as I now didn’t have pockets to keep my phone or any of my other stuff in.  I had to wear it like a bum bag, as the guys decided they liked looking at my foreskin sticking out of my undies, and if they didn’t have access to it anymore, then it’d ruin their little game now wouldn’t it, way more than seeing my perfect bubble butt.  They could still see enough of it to appreciate the beauty of it though.

Occasionally Bert would call me into the office and make use of my ‘services’ during the day.  So now I’m gunna be used at home and at work.  Could it get any worse?

*********

I knew there was something up, but I didn’t know what it was.  For almost a week now none of my Masters had been anywhere near me, and as much as I hated to admit it, they were right I was missing being used by them.  I decided to go out to see if I could find them.  I walked through all of the worksites in my area, but there was no sign of them.  I thought that I would piss them off, then that would get someone to come to me.  I would take being disciplined right now, than being left on my own like this.  It had to be better than these feelings of desertion, I took out my butt plug and put on a pair of my tighty whities and closed my front door.

I was sure that someone watching would notice and come and investigate.  But no one came, and after a bit my hole was craving having something rammed into it, so I reinserted the butt plug.  I went to bed trying to work out what I did wrong.  How did I upset them all?  I just couldn’t figure it out.  I fell asleep trying to work it out.

In the morning I woke to find Tomas standing over me.  I was so happy to see him that I bounded out of bed and started to tug on his jeans trying to get them off.  I wanted so much to please him.  I was desperate to service him.  To suck his cock.  I wanted it so badly that I wasn’t listening to what he was saying.  It wasn’t until he backhanded me across the face that I realised that he was trying to talk to me.  “Wh..wh..what did you say, Sir.”

“I said, I want you to get up and call your boss and tell him you are quitting your job today!”  He growled.

“But.  Why would I do that?”

“Because we are going away on a trip.  And it’s ‘but why would I do that, Sir’ to you.”

“Sorry, Sir.  But why am I resigning, Sir?”

“Don’t you want this?”  He said as he grabbed his crotch.

“Oh, yes, Sir.  Please, Sir!  I do, Sir.  Can I have it now, Sir?  Please, Sir, please?” I started to blubber.

“No!  Not until you do these jobs first.  Now if you want to be able to service any of us ever again, you have to resign from your job today.  So we can take you away.  Ok?”

“Sure.  Ok, Sir.  Sorry, Sir,” I said as I bolted from my bedroom and grabbed my mobile and called work and told my boss that I was resigning as of today.  He wasn’t very happy about it; he tried to talk me into staying.  He even told me that sales were up almost 300%, and that was all due to me and my new ‘uniform’.  I apologised, but stayed firm and asked him to put my last pay, and any other money owing to me into my account.  With that done I went back to Tomas and told him that I’d done it.  I had resigned as of today, just like he told me to.  So I asked him if I could suck his dick now.

 But again he refused.  He told me to have breakfast and shower.  He would come back and get me in an hour, and he expected me to be showered and dressed ready to go out.  With that, he left, and I raced into the kitchen to have breakfast.  I showered and got dressed ready to go out by the time Tomas returned.  He just looked at me and grunted.  He asked if I had my wallet, I gave it to him.  He told me to go down to the van.  He drove me around to my bank.  While we were walking into the bank, he told me that we were going to get his name put on my account when I tried to ask him why.  He just stopped walking, and said, “Well if you want all of this to end…”

I told him I didn’t.  I apologised again, and headed into the bank, and gave authority to have his name added to my account.  Our next stop was my Real Estate Agent, and we had his name added to my lease.  We went to a see a Solicitor and filled in the forms giving Tomas full Power of Attorney over me and my life.  He said this way it would be easier for my Masters to make whatever decisions they felt needed to be made, seeing as I was nothing but a dumb cum-dump who can’t make a single decision on my own.  At this point I didn’t care, all I could think about was having someone pound my arse with their big fat cock, and letting me suck them off afterwards.  I was even feeling a little desperate to drink someone’s piss.

So when Tomas asked the Solicitor to draw up a will leaving everything to Tomas.  I didn’t hesitate.  With all the paperwork in order, we left the Solicitors office.  Tomas drove me back to my flat and told me I had to clean it, so it was absolutely spotless.  He also wanted me to wash all of my bedding and clothes and told me to pack all of my things.  With that, he drove off.  I raced upstairs and started all of my chores.

I didn’t see any of my Masters for the rest of the day.  Until 7:00 pm, when Tomas and Ted walked through my front door.  As per usual I was naked except for my butt plug.

Ted told me to put on my tighty whities and thongs, as we had to go.  I raced and got ready and followed the two men to the van.  They strapped me into the back, and we were off.

It seemed as though we drove forever, but I didn’t care.  I was where I wanted to be and how I wanted to be, with my Masters and naked in the back of the van.

Having got all the documentation that was required by the slavers, it was time to take their latest slave to be sold, unbeknownst to me.  They told me to get into the back of the van, and strapped me in so I couldn’t move, or escape, not that I was capable of thinking of escape, but the boys still didn’t want to take any chances.

They drove to Tottenham and the apparently abandoned silos there.  Eventually, we stopped, and I heard someone wind down their window.  “Yeah,” said Tomas, “I have another one for you.”  I didn’t hear what the response was, but as I heard what I thought was a gate opening, and we started to move.  I figured that this was a usual occurrence, but I must admit to feeling a bit uneasy in the back of the van.  Tomas had stopped the van, and both men were getting out.  I heard them open the back door of the van.  I shivered a little with the cool breeze that washed over my naked body.  Before they undid the straps, I felt someone attach something to my guiche ring, and them both men undid all of my straps.  I climbed out of the van and looked down to see a chain leash coming from behind my balls, so I figured that was what they had attached to my ring.  I stood and waited for them to close the van and give me my undies back.  They closed and locked the van and started to walk away.  I started to ask for my undies when Ted gave a vicious little tug to the leash, which naturally tugged on my guiche.  I let out a small yelp and started to follow the men, as it seems that I didn’t have any other choice in the matter.

I looked up at the enormous grain silos that had probably been used for storing some kind of grain.  We were deep in the old industrial area of Melbourne.  There was nothing but factories, silos, and train tracks as far as the eye could see.  Someone had obviously done a refurbishment to the silo we were heading towards, as I could see a new entrance had been cut into the base of one of the silos.

I wasn’t too concerned about walking through the carpark naked, because we were in such an industrial area that there was probably no one around to see me.  But still, I was a bit apprehensive about why we were here.  I could still hear Ted’s words ringing in my ears, ‘another one’.  We entered the silo, and they led me through a foyer towards a lift, and Tomas pushed the down button.  Eventually, we were let out into a large room.

I was led over to a bench that was along the side of the room.  Ted undid the leash from my guiche and attached another leash that was set into the concrete of the floor.  Ted told me to put my hands behind my back, and he put a set of handcuffs on me.  Both Ted and Tomas walked away a little bit and were talking amongst themselves.

A man with a clipboard came up and greeted Tomas, and said, “So this is your latest slave, is it?”

“Hi, Damien.  Yes, this is our latest slave.  I think you’re going to be impressed with this one.”

“Nearly, all your stock is good, Tomas.  I don’t know where you keep finding them.

Alright, let’s go have a look at it.”  The man walked over to me and told me to open my mouth.  I refused, looking over at Ted to try and figure out what was going on.  Tomas walked over and slapped me hard across my face and told me to do as I was told.  With my face stinging, I complied with the mans’ request and opened my mouth.  He ran his fingers around the inside of my mouth and had a good look at my teeth.  He checked my eyes and began to run his hands over my shoulders and upper body.  He ran his hands over my abdomen.  He rolled my foreskin back and checked the glans of my penis.  Working his way down my shaft and cupped and hefted my balls in his hand.  He ran his hands over my arse and separated my cheeks.  Ted pulled out my butt plug and held it up for me to lick clean.  The man harrumphed and marked something down on his clipboard.

I finished cleaning my butt plug, and the man told me to bend over, and he shoved a finger up my arse.  Then he added another finger followed by a third, and still, he kept going.  Until he had four fingers up my chute, and it was really uncomfortable, but I tried to relax my hole as much as I could, because I really wanted to please my Masters, even if I didn’t understand what was going on.  The man withdrew his fingers and wiped them in my hair, then he walked over to Tomas and Ted and said, “He looks like a pretty good specimen.  Good condition.  No obvious imperfections.  Do you have the Doctors’ report?”

Tomas handed over the report I got from my Doctor.  The man looked it over and nodded to himself.  He came back to me and removed the handcuffs, and the leash I was attached to.  He told me to run across the room and back.  He had me do some jumping jacks, and some other bending and twisting as well as lifting some weights.  He then pointed back to the leash set in the floor and told me to stand there.  He reattached the leash and handcuffs.

“Ok,” he said to Tomas and Ted, “it seems that everything is in order here.  But tell me is anyone going to come looking for him?”
“Nah, we had him resign today.  Tomas had his name added to his bank account, his lease, and he got an Enduring Power of Attorney signed today, he is even the sole beneficiary of his will.”

I was feeling more and more uncomfortable.  I called out to Ted to try and find out what was going on.  Tomas walked over and backhanded me, “shut the fuck up, slave.”  He hit me with enough force to knock me off my feet.  As I lay on the floor looking up at him, he walked back to the ‘meeting’ without so much as a backward glance.  It took on a surreal quality, as I slowly realised that I was actually being ‘sold’ into slavery — this 2016.  Things like this didn’t happen nowadays.  Not in Australia.  Not to me.  Did they?  I heard the man tell Tomas and Ted to follow him to the office, and they’d write up the bill of sale.  They walked off, and I started to cry.

A man came over and told me to stop my snivelling, as he backhanded me across my face.  He told me to lay on the floor, and he secured my hands to my feet with me securely hogtied and unable to move.  He took from his pocket, what I thought was a cattle prod.  He checked some paperwork he had with him and adjusted something on the cattle prod.  He then touched it to my left buttock.  It felt like he had just touched me with a hot poker. 

I screamed for all I was worth.  It turns out that it was, in fact, an electric branding iron.  I was now a branded slave.  I was no longer a human being.  I was now nothing but an animal to these people.  Livestock.  While I was being branded the rest of my Masters had finally arrived.  They took one look at me and laughed, just as Tomas and Ted returned from the office.

The lift opened again, and another man walked out of the lift, and over to the group of friends.  He walked over towards them with his hand held out.  “Hi, guys, which one of you are Tomas?”

Tomas stepped forward, “Hi.  I’m Tomas,” he said as he shook hands with the other man.  “Good to meet you at long last.  I’m Stieg,” he said as he shook everyone’s hand, “and this must be the latest slave you have to sell.”

“Yes,” replied Tomas.

“Do you have all the paperwork?”

“Um, yes we do,” Tomas said, “We handed all of the paperwork to one of the guys a moment ago,” he told Stieg, “I think you will find all the paperwork is in order.  I must say that I didn’t think that you guys would be so thorough.”

“Oh, yes,” said Stieg, “we have to be.  We don’t want anyone to come looking for the slave, now do we?”

“Um, no.  I’m sure you don’t.  It’s quite an operation you have here.”

“Yes.  We’ve been doing this for some time now, and this our base here in Melbourne, as you probably noticed this silo looks exactly the same as all the other silos in the area.  No one really has any idea what to do with them, so we were able to buy this one cheap,” Stieg told the guys.

“Um, I’m sorry, but is there a loo I can use,” Tomas asked, interrupting Stieg.

“Certainly,” Stieg called another man over and told him to show Tomas where the toilet is.

When Tomas had walked off to go to the toilet, Stieg looked at the other boys and asked them who the leader of their little group was.  Ted put his hand up and indicated that he was the leader of the group, after Tomas.  So Stieg asked if he could have a word, and Ted nodded.  Stieg took him upstairs, leaving the rest of the group to wait for Tomas with the slave.  When they got to the office, both men sat in two of the lounge chairs in Stieg’s office.  Stieg offered Ted a drink, which he accepted.

“Now, Ted, there is something I really want to talk to you about…”

“Ok.  What’s on your mind?” Ted asked somewhat nervously.

“What can you tell me about Tomas?”

Ted was a little taken aback by the question, but he proceeded to tell Stieg a potted version of Tomas’ life, how he was orphaned at an early age when his parents were killed in a car crash.  Consequently, he received a huge payout by Vic roads and the other people who caused the accident in the first place, added to that, Tomas’ parents were very wealthy.  Ted went on to tell Stieg how Tomas was supposedly brought up by an uncle and aunt of his, but how Tomas spent most of his time at Ted’s place.  And how, when Tomas turned 16yrs old he moved in with Ted and his family permanently, because the only reason his relatives were looking after him was to get their hands on his money anyway.  Consequently, Tomas hasn’t spoken to any of his relatives in the past 8 or so years.

Stieg asked Ted if Tomas really was very wealthy, and Ted assured him that Tomas was worth quite a few million bucks.  Particularly as his parents had been pretty wealthy to start with.  Stieg nodded thoughtfully.  Then he asked Ted if Tomas was working at the moment.  Ted told him the Tomas really didn’t have to, because of the payout he got, and his parent’s money.  But went on to say that Tomas had been to Uni and has a bachelors in Computer Science or some such, as well as doing a double major in accountancy, he continued to explain that even though he really didn’t have to, Tomas did freelance work in both fields.  When he wasn’t doing freelance work in either computers or accountancy, he also did some freelance work as a labourer around Melbourne, that and he did spend a lot of time in the gym.

Stieg nodded appreciatively and said that he could see that Tomas worked out.  Ted told Stieg that all the guys thought he was nuts.  Ted hastened to add that he and the guys couldn’t understand why Tomas would work as a labourer when he had all this money and qualifications and didn’t really need to work.  Stieg asked Ted who Tomas’ next of kin was, seeing as he wasn’t in contact with his relatives, and he asked if Tomas had a partner.

Ted explained that he actually filled the role of Tomas’ next of kin if he ever went overseas or had an operation, or something.  In fact, Ted told Stieg, that Tomas was trying to give him Enduring Power of Attorney just in case.

“Well, you know, Ted, I think you should take the Enduring Power of Attorney…”

“Well I am thinking about it, but don’t know if I want to have all that responsibility.  You know.”

“You know, Ted, I was wondering how your feeling, in fact, I’m wondering how all you guys actually feel about selling your slaves?  I know,” he hastened to add, “that the original idea was Tomas’, but I’m wondering what you and the guys’ real thoughts are on the idea?”

“Well, actually, even though it was Tomas’ idea to start with.  We all agreed to the idea, unanimously, because we all like breaking in the subs, but then we used to just let them go when we’d finished with them.  This way we get to make some money on the side.”

“So, does Tomas have a girlfriend, a partner?” Stieg persisted.

“No.  No, he doesn’t even date anyone regularly.  I think he really likes playing the field for now.  Why?”

“I was just wondering if he had any real ties, at the moment.”

“Um, not that I know of.  Um, where are you going with this?” Ted asked suspiciously.

Stieg looked at Ted for a long minute.  “Look, I know he’s your friend and all, but fuck the guy is a wet dream walking, isn’t he…?”

Ted opened his mouth to say something, but Stieg cut him off, “Just hear me out.  We are both businessmen, and you are now in the slave trade, correct?”

Ted nodded, and Stieg continued, “Tomas is very tall isn’t he, he’s very athletic, he is incredibly good looking, and he’s blond.  Is he a true blond, do you know?”

Ted was taken aback by the question, but he answered without really thinking about it, “Um, yeah, all the hair on his body is blond.  In fact, he is a really nice golden colour…”

“Yes, yes, I’d noticed, which is why I’d asked the question.  So, even his pubes are blond…”

“Yeah, he’s blond from head to toe.  Literally.”

“And, you know this because…”

“Well, we went to school together, and as I said, he doesn’t have any family that he wants to live with, he spent a lot of time at my place.  And like all kids we’ve changed in front of each other, neither of us being shy, and, when we break in a new sub, well, all the guys are there.  You, know, we egg each other on.  So we’ve all seen each other naked…”

“So, you would know if he has a big dick then…”

“Yeah,” Ted laughed, “all us guys are jealous of him and his colossal tool.”

“Would you be interested in selling him?”

Ted leapt out of his seat, “What…”

Stieg remained in his seat and looked calmly up at Ted.  “You know he would bring an absolute premium, especial if he is as endowed as you claim, he could be our highest selling slave to date.  Couple that with the fact that, if you can get him to give you Enduring Power of Attorney, then you and the boys could stand to make a very small fortune in a very short amount of time.”  Stieg hastened to add, before Ted could say anything, “Just think of all that money.  Besides he’s worth more to you guys as a slave than he is a friend.  Now.  I don’t want you to give me an answer just yet,” Stieg said as he stood up and draped his arm over Teds’ shoulders and steered him out of his office towards the lift, “but think about it.  That’s all I’m asking you to do.  Ok?”

Ted nodded, and Stieg went with him back downstairs.  By the time they got back, Tomas had finished in the loo, and they had finished all the paperwork, so they were ready to leave.  “Where’ve you been?”  Tomas asked, as soon as Ted and Stieg exited the lift.

“Um, what?  Oh, yeah, my mate, Stieg here; was just showing me around the facility, and I have to admit, it’s a pretty neat setup.”

“Oh,” replied Tomas a little crestfallen, “can we have a tour as well?”

“Not now,” replied Stieg, “sorry; but you boys are welcome to come and watch an auction if you want to.”

Some of the guys nodded and indicated that they would like that, as they all got into the lift. They exited the silo and got into their van and cars.  Some of the guys were going to the pub to celebrate the sale of yet another slave, and the rest had to go home.  So they reorganised themselves into their respective vehicles going to their respective destinations.  Interestingly enough, Ted and Tomas ended up in Tomas’ car together, as they were going to the pub, and then Tomas was going to give Ted a lift home.  They made small talk on the way, “So when do we start to get any of the money back?” asked Ted.

“Um, when they sell the slave in 9-12 months’ time...”
“How long have they had the first one for now?”

“I think it’s been about seven or eight months now.  So, hopefully, they will be beginning to sell our slaves soon.  Then we’ll begin to see the cash rolling in.”

“Oh.”

They travelled along in companionable silence for a while, and then Ted asked, “I wonder if the piercing hurt?”

Which broke into Tomas’ concentration, “Hmm, what..?”

“I was just wondering if it hurt, being pierced...”

“Um.  Can I let you in on a little secret..?” asked Tomas going a little red, not that Ted could see that very well in the street lighting.
“Sure.  You know I’ve always kept your secrets…”

“Um.  Well.  Um, I got one…”

“One what..?”

“A piercing…”

“You didn’t!” said Ted incredulously.

“Yep,” replied Tomas, and as they had just stopped at the lights.  He worked his pants and jocks down as far as his knees.  Lifted up his cock and balls and spread his legs as wide as he could within the confines of the drivers’ seat, to let Ted see his Guiche piercing.  Ted let out a low whistle when he caught the glint of the metal ring piercing his friend’s perineum.  “When did you get that?”

“Yesterday.  You know I’ve always wanted a tat or something, but I can’t have a tat because of my fair skin…”

“Yeah…”

“Well, I was thinking about getting my ear pierced, but I’ve always thought they looked a bit.  Well, poofy, if you know what I mean…”  Ted nodded.  “So when I saw the slave getting his piercing, I decided to get one too…  Just for me, you know.  Not something to show the world, you know?”

Ted nodded, “Fuck mate.  Did it hurt?”
“Like a bitch!  But I couldn’t wimp out, not after our slave got pierced without so much as a whimper…”

“Yeah,” said Ted with a chuckle.

“When it’s healed properly, I was thinking of getting a white gold ring put in.  What’d ya think?”

“Yeah.  I suppose.  If you want to keep it, of course…”

“Of course I want to keep it,” retorted Tomas, “I’m not going through all of this pain and discomfort and not keep it...”  With that the lights changed, so Tomas drove down the road, with his pants still down ‘round his knees, while he waited for the next red light so he could pull them up.  Meanwhile, Ted sat there, mesmerised by the sight of his friend driving the car with his pants down, showing his huge cock and balls to the world, nestled in its bed of spun gold hair, that seemed to glow every time they went under a street light. Ted reached over and grabbed the head of Tomas’ cock and rolled it over.  “Hey, what ya doin’?”

“Oh, nothing.  I just wondered if you’d got any other piercings.”

“Hell no.  Having this one done was bad enough, although I was wondering about getting a Prince Albert.  But I’d have to forget about the pain of this one first.”  Both men laughed, and Ted started to make his plans.

*******

A week or so later, Ted was over at Tomas’ place, who was walking around the place naked, as usual.  “Hey, Tomas…”

“Yeah..?”

“Look.  I’ve been thinking.  You know how you’ve been hassling me about being your next of kin and all.  And how you want to give me Enduring Power of Attorney…”

“Yeah…”

“Well, I’ve been thinking.  And I’ve thought it over, and I’ve decided that if you still want me too, then, yes I will be your Power of Attorney…”

Tomas scooped Ted up in a bear hug and danced with him around the room, shouting ‘thank yous’ at the top of his voice.  When Tomas eventually put Ted down, he sat in a chair and, for the first time ever, he cast a critical eye over his naked friend.  He noted his golden hair, of course, but he also noted his well-developed rounded shoulders, and how he could see the muscles moving under his former friends’ skin.  His eyes continued down to Tomas’ pectoral muscles and, for the first time ever, he noticed just how well defined they really were.  In fact, he noticed that Tomas had very good muscle definition all over, from his pecs to his washboard abs, down to his legs and he mentally remarked on the definition Tomas had achieved in his thighs.  Ted also noticed how his calves stood out like rocks as they tapered down to his very fine boned ankles, and he also noted, for the first time how truly large his former friend's feet actually were.  But the thing that really topped off the overall effect was his pendulous low hanging cock and balls.  Which probably explained why he had such a big bubble butt, he probably needed it as a counterbalance, so he didn’t fall flat on his face every time he stood up.

That was the first time Ted truly looked at his former friend as an asset and a very saleable one at that.  Yes, Ted had to admit to himself, that he and the other guys were going to make themselves a lot of money from the sale of this particular slave. Yes, they could all be very rich men indeed and because Tomas had already got a Guiche, and now he was insisting the Ted have Enduring Power of Attorney, well there really wasn’t a lot more they would have to do in order to sell Tomas as their next slave.

So after the guys had talked about the documentation that Ted would need to provide in order to get the Enduring Power of Attorney, and Tomas had downloaded a copy of the forms he needed to fill in, Ted left, both men feeling happy with themselves but for very different reasons.

**********

Ted had already decided that he wasn’t going to tell the other guys until he absolutely had too.  He didn’t want anyone to get cold feet and tell Tomas what they had in mind. So the nine friends went on with life as usual, while Ted mulled over the medical requirements and the required death certificate, and how he could talk Tomas into getting at least the medical done.

*******

It had been about two months since they sold their last slave, and they hadn’t had anyone stumble into one of their little parties, and some of the guys were getting a bit antsy about finding a new cum-dump.  So they started to troll the pubs and clubs in their local areas looking for a new cum-dump, because they now knew that they were going to sell them when they had finished with them, they were a bit more discerning now in their choice of who they wanted for their next slave.  No one in the group, except for Ted, knew that they actually had their next slave already.  In fact, Ted had been racking his brains to come up with a way to get Tomas’ medical check done.  He was at Tomas’ place one Saturday afternoon, just hanging out watching TV, goofing around, just the usual stuff when an ad for an online insurance agency, advertising over the phone life insurance, and inspiration struck Ted.

“Hey, Tomas…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any life insurance?”

“Nope.  Why?  I don’t need it.  I’ve got a pile of money.  Why do I need any more for?  And besides whom would I leave it to?  You have Enduring Power of Attorney now.  That should be enough, shouldn’t it?”

“Well, now, promise me you won’t get mad at me…”

“Why would I get mad at you for?”

“Well, I was reading up about your Enduring Power of Attorney, and it turns out that even with the E. P. o A., I still wouldn’t be able to access any of your accounts until after probate.  I’m just concerned about getting the money for your funeral...” Ted held up his hand to forestall Tomas’ protests, “besides, aren’t you supposed to have life insurance for work?”

“Well…yes, I am.  But I just lie and tell them I have it,” he said looking at Ted a little sheepishly, “besides I don’t have a regular GP.  If I go in to see someone, I think I can get into trouble for not having life insurance, actually.  So I figure, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“Oh,” replied Ted thoughtfully, “hey, I know.  What about that GP we take our slaves to for their physicals.  He could do your physical on the quiet.  I mean he charges an arm and a leg, but you’ve got the money, then you’d actually have the physical done.  No one will find out that you haven’t had it all along.  I mean the GP will keep his mouth shut, then all you have to do is apply through one of the online agencies, an’ then you’d have it for real.

What do you think?  I mean it’s just a suggestion, of course.  I mean if you don’t really want to get it done.  It’s all up to you.”

“Well…I suppose I could do that, but the examination was pretty full on…”

“Look.  If it would make you feel any better, I could go with ya. Ya big baby!  You know, I could hold your hand for you!”

“Would you?” Tomas’ asked hopefully.

“Sure!  No probs.  Just let me know when you make the appointment.”

Ted had a tiny twinge of his conscience, as he thought about the real reasons he wanted this particular GP to do his physical.  Teds’ name was on everything Tomas owned, the title of his house, his bank account, and for anything else he had the E. P. o A.  Tomas had very thoughtfully got himself a Guiche.  So this was the final piece of the requirements, with this the GP could issue the death certificate without any problems.

Ted settled back to watching TV, with dollar signs running through his head.

******

It took two weeks of constant nagging for Ted to get Tomas to make an appointment to see the Dr.  Ted had spoken to the Dr already, so he knew that he had to give Tomas a ‘full’ physical.  He also knew that he would have to produce a death certificate for him as well, and for an extra couple of hundred he wouldn’t let on to Tomas why his physical was going to be just as thorough as their ‘slaves’ were.  He had been worded up by Ted, so he knew that Tomas didn’t know he was actually going to be sold as a slave.  Not that he cared too much, as long as he got paid, that was all he cared about: that and the fact that it was all tax-free.

Ted and Tomas arrived a bit early for their appointment, but as they were the Drs’ last appointment, no one else was in the waiting room, and the Drs’ Receptionist was just finishing up.  She let the Dr know that they were there, and she told the two men that he wouldn’t be long.  The Doctor opened his office door and beckoned them inside.  When they were all seated Tomas thanked the Dr for seeing him, and for providing the paperwork he needed to get life insurance.  The Dr assured him that it was no problem, particularly if they keep sending him work; he said he was only too happy to help.

“Ok,” the Dr said, “Tomas if you could strip we can get started.”

“What!” yelped Tomas, “why do I have to strip now for?”
“Oh, come on,” said the Dr, “we’re all men here.  Besides, it saves time later if you strip now.  So if you want to do this, then you better hurry up, or I’ll miss getting the samples picked up tonight.  Then you’d just have to come back again another time.”

“But…”

“Hey,” said Ted, a bit sharply, Tomas thought, “the good Dr, here is doing you a big favour.  Now if you don’t want to get caught without having life insurance.  Shut the fuck up, and strip.”

“Ok.  Ok, you don’t have to be so bitchy about it, I’ll do it,” he said, a bit taken aback by Teds’ tone.  With that, he stood up and stripped.  While he was stripping, the Dr got out all the containers for all the blood and other bodily fluids that had to be sent off to Pathology for testing.  Tomas sat back down, and the Dr drew a lot of blood and squirted some into each of the vials he had opened ready.  He gave Tomas two specimen bottles and told him to go and piss into each of them.  “I can’t walk out there naked”, Tomas baulked, “what if someone sees me?”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Tomas…” Ted started, “it was good enough for the ‘slave’.  Besides the front door is locked and the blinds are pulled down.  No one is going to see you.  You walk around the house naked all the time for fuck sake…” he slapped Tomas’ bare arse.

Tomas yelped and scarpered out of the room.  While he was going the Dr called for a Pathology collection.  Ted asked him when the last collection was, and the Dr told him they do collections 24/7.  Ted laughed just a Tomas came back with the two containers full of urine.  “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.  Nothing,” said Ted.

Tomas gave the two containers to the Dr, “Good, now hop up on the bench please.”

Tomas complied and sat on the bench, while the Dr got out another specimen container.  He put on a glove, squirted some gel onto it, and then grabbed Tomas’ cock.  Again Tomas yelped and jumped.  He grabbed the Dr’s hand and asked him what he was doing.  With a heavy sigh, the Dr explained that he was checking to see what his sperm count was and to check to see if his sperm were Ok.  Tomas wanted to know why he couldn’t masturbate, why the Dr had to do it for.  He was swiftly reminded, by both men that the Dr had to time how long it took for him to ejaculate.

Consequently, he had to do it in a controlled way.  The Dr also reminded him that he had to make the last collection, or they’d have to come back and do it all over again another night.  Still not very happy about it, and pouting just a little, he laid back and let the Dr’s hand go.

The Dr started to slowly stroke Tomas’ cock, grabbing it at the base and slowly moving his hand up the length of his cock.  Tomas didn’t think he was ever going to get hard, like this, let alone cum, but he wisely kept his thoughts to himself this time.  Meanwhile, the Dr kept slow stroking Tomas’ cock, and before he knew it, Tomas could feel his cock getting hard.  He became aware that as the Dr ran his hand up his cock, his thumb was actually rubbing the underside of his cock, and forcing his thumb through the beginning of the slit in the head of his cock.  He kept up the pressure as his thumb continued along the slit until his thumb met the rest of his fingers.  Then he let go and started to stroke Tomas’ cock from the base again.  The Dr reminded Tomas to tell him when he was going to cum so he could catch it in the specimen jar.

Shortly after that, somewhat raggedly, Tomas told the Dr, he was going to cum.  The Dr grabbed the specimen jar just in time to catch Tomas’ cum as he shot his load.  Panting, Tomas looked over at Ted and saw that he was rubbing his own cock through his jeans.  When Tomas had recovered himself enough, the Dr got him up on all fours on the bench and told him to spread his knees a bit apart.  Both men were treated to the sight of Tomas’ low hanging balls and cock, which was still dripping cum, hanging down, topped off with his bright pink tight, rosebud hole winking out at them, and there halfway between the two, was his guiche piercing.  The sign of his impending life of servitude, although he was totally unaware of it right now. The Dr checked the piercing site to ensure it was healing Ok, but Ted was totally mesmerised by the sight of Tomas’ tight butt hole, so much so that he didn’t notice that the Dr had changed his glove and had lubed up his pointer finger.  It wasn’t until the Dr stood in front of him, blocking his view of Tomas’ butt hole, that Ted came out of his trance-like state.  The Dr told Tomas he was going to check Tomas’ prostrate and proceeded to force his finger into Tomas’ hole.  He forced his finger in until he could feel his prostrate, then when he was satisfied he pulled his finger out with an audible ‘plop’.  The Dr got a speculum and lubed it up and pushed it into poor Tomas’ arse hole.  Tomas complained that it was too cold, but no one was listening to him now.

As the Dr screwed the speculum open, Tomas was going to complain about the pain this was causing in his arse, but he wisely thought that they’d just ignore him, or call him a sissy or some such.   So he put up with it, but the Dr didn’t need to open his hole up as much as it felt like it was being forced by Tomas.  He took some scrapings from the skin around the opening of his hole and checked around inside the opening, and Tomas breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the Dr close the speculum and pull it out.  He told Tomas to sit on one of the chairs in the office and wait while he labelled everything for Pathology to collect.  It didn’t worry Tomas too much being naked all the time, as he was always naked at home and he had no problems with changing in front of the guys at the gym, he knew he was in perfect physical shape.  Tomas also knew that more than one of the guys at the gym, drooled over his mammoth cock and balls, what he didn’t like was being the total focus of attention, like here and now in the Dr’s office, but he knew he probably really needed to have life insurance just in case anyone asks.  He looked over at Ted, and noticed he had a boner in his pants that he was trying to surreptitiously make room for in his pants, “You need help with that mate?”

“What??” asked Ted, as he went bright red.

Tomas laughed, “I didn’t think you were really into guys.”

“I’m not,” retorted Ted.

“Well, you’re pretty boned over there.  If you’re not really into this, then maybe you’d better get the Doc to check YOU out, ‘cause it looks like you’re going to break something over there in a minute.”

“Piss off...!”  Ted managed to stop himself just in time, because he almost called Tomas a fuckin’ slave, and that would have given the whole game away. 

It was the first time, since they were adults that Ted had ever used that tone of voice with Tomas, and without realising it Tomas was beginning to bone up again.  For the first time in their lives, Ted ordered Tomas to come over and get his dick out, and Tomas complied, and for the first time as adults Tomas was on his knees, in front of Ted, as he undid his jeans and freed his cock.  “Lick”, commanded Ted as he scooted his arse forward on his chair, to give easier access to his much smaller cock and balls.  Without stopping to think of what he was doing Tomas leaned forward and started to lick Ted’s cock and balls, “Aww, fuck,” Ted said as he felt Tomas swallow his cock down halfway.  Both boys had totally forgotten where they were, as they got caught up in what they were doing. In fact, they didn’t even totally realise what they had actually started.  Tomas was now bobbing up and down on Ted’s cock, which led to its usual conclusion and it wasn’t until Ted said he was going to cum, that the spell was broken by the Dr yelling at him not to cum in his mouth.

It was at that point that two things happened almost simultaneously, Tomas pulled off Ted’s cock, at the same moment that Ted ejaculated, which meant that most of Ted’s cum went all over Tomas’ face.  The Dr grabbed Tomas by the hair and pulled his head back, and he cleaned Tomas’ face, and both boys looked shamefaced, but for different reasons.  Tomas because it was the first time he had ever sucked an adult males cock, and Ted because he could have ruined the sale value of his slave because, in truth, that is how Ted now thought of Tomas.  Tomas went and sat back on his chair, while Ted cleaned himself up and stuffed his cock back into his pants, and before either man could say anything the office doorbell rang, breaking the tension in the room a bit.  The Dr grabbed the samples and went to answer the bell, leaving the two men in the office on their own, neither of whom could bring themselves to look at the other, nor say anything to each other.

“Right,” said the Dr when he came back into his office, “let’s get this finished, now shall we?”  With that he proceeded with the rest of the examination, taking Tomas’ blood pressure, weighing him, checking his height, examining his testicles for any abnormalities, checking his body fat; and so on until an hour later, the Dr declared himself finished and told Tomas he could get dressed now.  He gave Tomas a handful of referrals to have tests done, like x-rays, CT scans, MRI’s, and some internal examinations that the Dr was unable to do himself in his office.  All in all, it took about a month to have all the tests done and for the Dr to get all the results back.  Tomas and Ted were back in the Dr’s office, and he told them that Tomas had a very clean bill of health, as he gave a copy of all the tests, in an envelope to Ted, and the two men left the Dr’s office.

They went back to Tomas’ place, and naturally, as soon as he walked through the door he stripped, they got his laptop and applied for life insurance online with Ted as the beneficiary.  Tomas settled in to watch some TV before he went to the gym, and Ted scooped up the envelope, saying that as his next of kin, the information would be useful for him if he ever needed to refer to it.  Tomas just shrugged and settled in to watch TV as Ted let himself out.  Ted would have liked to make use of his mouth again, but he wanted to present him to Stieg as pristine as possible.  He was going to make a fortune out of Tomas; Ted had decided that he wasn’t going to share the sale, nor the fact that he now thought of Tomas as nothing but a slave, with the rest of the guys, as he didn’t think they’d understand.  He’d already told the Dr to organise Tomas’ Death Certificate so that everything would be in order when he comes to sell Tomas.

*******

So 4½  months after they first went to the ‘silo’ Ted and Tomas were back at the gate, and Tomas was again pushing the buzzer and asking for admittance.  While the gate was rattling open, “Why didn’t the other guys come?  I thought they all wanted to see an auction as well?”

“Yes they do, but this is a special auction and when Stieg told me about it, and because of who was going to be here tonight, he told me that only two of us could come this time, and the next auction they have then everyone can come.  So, naturally, you were the only one I thought to invite.”  He replied, hoping that Tomas wouldn’t see through the lie.  But he seemed to accept the explanation, as he didn’t ask any more questions, and as the gate was open, he drove in and parked in the same spot as he did the last time.  Both owner and slave got out of the car and entered the door of what used to be the grain elevator, but this time both men knew its real function.

Once again Stieg met them as soon as they walked through the door, “Good to see you again Sir,” he said as he held out his hand and shook Teds’ proffered hand.  Tomas put his hand out to shake Stiegs' hand as well, but it was pointedly ignored, but before he could say anything Stieg had moved off towards the elevator, so he followed along behind him with Ted.  As it appeared to just have happened by accident, Tomas was standing just inside the elevator doors, so when they opened, he was going to be the first one out.  But one of the workers was standing so close to the elevator doors that Tomas almost walked right into him.  Before Tomas had a chance to say anything, he saw a movement.  Felt a huge pain in his chest, and losing control of his muscles, dropped to the floor.  He was rolled over and felt something being locked around his wrists, as he slowly felt in control of his body again.  “What the…” was all he got to say before he was backhanded across his face, this stunned him momentarily as he was helped to his feet.  Tomas’ pants and jocks were pulled down, and he heard and felt something being connected to his guiche, and then he was being pulled along by the chain that was now attached to his guiche.  Tomas had no other option than to follow along behind Ted, who was holding the other end of the chain, as best he could with his pants down around his ankles.  Ted attached his end of the chain to the ring in the floor and turned to face his former friend, “Now, slave, I am going to unlock your handcuffs, and I want you to strip.  I do not give you permission to speak, just nod if you understand.”

Tomas stood and looked at his former, lifelong friend, and then he looked at the other men in the room who were all standing around watching him with smirks on their faces.  Tomas nodded his understanding, as he understood that he was now the ‘slave’ and he was being sold by his former best friend.  He understood with blinding clarity how he had allowed himself to be in this situation.  How he’d made Ted his next of kin, how he’d given him the Enduring Power of Attorney, the full-on medical he’d had at Teds’ insistence, how he’d had Teds’ name put on his bank accounts, his house title and all the rest.  Yes, he could see how he blindly allowed Ted to take over his life and allowed him to now sell him as a slave, and there was now nothing he could do about it.

Slowly, reluctantly, after Ted had removed his handcuffs, he stripped in front of all these guys who were now leering at him hungrily, until he was standing in front of all these guys as naked as the day he was born.  Tethered to the floor by the guiche he thought he’d been so clever in getting.  As he watched Ted and Stieg signing all the paperwork he silently started to cry, he watched them shake hands, and Ted walked back over to him.

Ted placed his hand on Tomas’ cheek, “Fuck buddy, you’ve just made me a very wealthy man. Oh, and don’t worry,” he continued with a smirk, “me and the boys will be back to watch a very important auction.  One I believe you will be the centre of attention in.  If I’m not mistaken!”  With a laugh and without so much as a backwards look Ted entered the lift and left Tomas to his fate.

When the elevator doors slid shut, Tomas was told to lie down on the floor, which he did and they quickly shackled his hands and feet together behind him so that he was effectively hogtied.  He heard something being detached from the wall behind him.  Tomas felt something being touched to his left butt cheek, and he let out an almighty yell as Tomas felt his butt cheek being burnt.  When he stopped yelling, they unshackled him and told him to stand.  As Tomas gingerly got to his feet, he watched them wheel a box, on a trolley in his direction.  By the time Tomas had gained his feet they had set the box on its end in front of him, and as they were unscrewing the front panel he could see that it was a bit taller than he was and just a bit wider.  When the front panel was removed, they unclipped the side panels.

The man with the taser stood in front of Tomas and holding the taser in front of Tomas’ face said, “I’m gunna unclip you from the floor, and you are going to walk over and stand with your back against the back of the box.  Is that understood?”  Tomas opened his mouth to respond, and he was backhanded across the face, not hard enough to knock him to the ground, but hard enough to remind him of his new station in life.  He took a breath and nodded his understanding.

“Good!  You learn quick.  I like that in a slave.”  With that he unhooked the chain from the floor and keeping hold of it, he led Tomas to the box.  Tomas turned around so that his back was against the back of the box.  The chain was tethered to another loop set in the bottom of the box when Tomas was tethered to the bottom of the box, they used the straps attached to the back of the box and secured him in place so that he had very little room to move.  The side panels were clipped back into place, and before they secured the front panel in place, Tomas was given an injection.  After the front panel was secured, Tomas felt himself being tipped back and then being wheeled around the room.  Tomas guessed they were at the lift doors, and the ‘ping’ sounding when the doors were opened confirmed his suspicions.  Tomas felt himself being wheeled out of the lift and across another room, then because of the temperature, he surmised that they were outside.  Tomas was wheeled over the rough ground for a while before he was set on his feet again.

Tomas heard someone say that he was the last one and heard, what he thought were chains being threaded through parts of the box.  He felt himself being lifted off the ground and his feet being lifted till he was lying flat on his back.  Tomas slowly passed out as he felt the box being pushed into something.