Date: Wed, 3 May 2023 15:17:42 -0400
From: Slave Bear <slavebear1976@gmail.com>
Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 3

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Texas Slave Market

Chapter 3

A week passed as L024 and F385 convalesced at the market.  With the
technology of accelerated healing, each of the slaves had been left with
hardly a trace of a scar as a result of the operations performed on them.
Their skin and tissues had rapidly integrated, and they were now ready to
begin their new lives.  On their delivery day, both slaves were given baths
and groomed.  The hair on their heads was trimmed in a crew-cut style, and
their beards were cut short and combed straight.  A brush was used on
L024's body hair, which had been dyed darker on its chest to make it stand
out more.  Finally, manicures and pedicures were given to both of them, and
then fragrant oils were applied to their pits and groin areas to make them
smell fresh.

F385 had started on a blend of testosterone blockers to increase the rate
of hormone loss after the removal of its testicles.  In addition to a
special sedative, this left it slightly more compliant, quite different
from the slave that had appeared at the auction just a week before.  But,
it still had an attitude.  Its former nuts had been given particular care.
After chemicals were injected in and around the tissues to kill any
bacteria, they were placed in a bath of acetone.  Under freezing
conditions, the water inside the cells was drawn out and replaced.  Then
both were immersed in a bath of silicone, and under a vacuum, the acetone
was replaced, and the tissues became plasticized – perfectly preserving
them forever.  After hardening, they were suspended in a clear,
fluid-filled bag and sealed.  The date of the removal of the orbs was
emblazoned in dark lettering across the front.  The bag was then hung from
F385's collar.

The former home of F385's balls was now enormous, thanks to the implants
inside and manual stretching ordered over the past several days.  The blond
pubic hair on its groin had been permanently removed, and the addition of
its limp but still large cock lying over its sack only focused the
attention on its modifications.

L024's crotch and scrotum had also been trimmed, though its dark pubes were
still intact.  Its sack also appeared larger as the virile testicles inside
had grown and started to pump out more hormones.  The constant dull ache of
not being drained by orgasm in so long was now an ever-present feeling that
the slave dealt with.  Its former long, thick shaft was now just a memory.
The bare, pierced, circumcised head had started to keratinize, toughen, and
lose sensation.  It now barely poked out from the pad of the slave's
abdomen.  The surgeon had expertly removed any trace of erectile tissue but
retained the anatomy to allow controlled urination.  Now, its enhanced
reproductive system generated a continuous flow of precum that dribbled out
and around the metal PA ring at the tip, which coated and highlighted
L024's low-hanging balls.

The slaves stood side by side on a loading dock behind the market dressed
only in their collars, ear tags, and pink rubber footwear custom-molded to
their soles and toes.  Their right ass cheeks were emblazed with the
four-inch circular brand of their new owner.  Their four limbs and neck
were tattooed with their designated number.  Their hands were chained by
the wrist behind them, and their ankles were similarly secured.  They were
now processed and ready for their new lives.

"Well, look what we have here!" came the voice of Frank as he got out of
his truck and approached the dock.  "The slaves look great!"

The two guards on either side of the slaves smiled as the young man
approached the platform and looked them over.

"Burt was right to go with the larger implants on F385," he said.  "I love
the look."

As Frank examined the large slave, he grabbed the sizeable clear bag
containing the plasticized testicles that once hung between its legs.

"You used to have some large nuts, to begin with, didn't you, slave?  I bet
when you were pounding a woman, they really swung and produced a lot of cum
when you orgasmed.  But no longer.  You won't be breeding anyone again with
those fake ones we installed.  Your life will just be about hard work from
now on.  I am sure you are pleased with these modifications and happy to
serve.  Aren't you, slave?"

F385 looked at the young man and grunted with a sneer.

"Are you not going to thank me?" Frank asked with a smirk.  "No matter.  We
will work on that attitude."

Frank then turned to look at L024.  He ran his hands down the fur on the
slave's chest before cupping its large, sticky balls.

"Fuck you are hot.  These balls feel awfully heavy, and they are already
leaking!"

"The slave has been in some discomfort," the attendant behind the guards
said as he walked forward.  "I was told it had not had a proper orgasm in
almost a month before it was sold."

"Do you think you deserve to cum, L024?" the young man asked.  "I know that
surgery has greatly increased your sex drive.  You have to be about
bursting at this point."

"Only if Master thinks I have earned that right," L024 replied.  "My body
is your property now.  I am here for your pleasure alone.  My needs are not
important."

"Oh, I am going to love this one," Frank said with a smile.  "Very good
answer, slave."

The young man then squeezed and pulled on the now docked cock of L024.

"Fuck it is hard to believe you were once hung.  This is a micro-nub now.
I hate to admit it, but Burt was right.  You do look better this way."

"It still works for urination," the attendant said.  "But the erectile
tissue does not exist.  It can only be stimulated through its prostate.
However, that was deadened during the docking and enhancement process.  It
can still orgasm, but only with intense stimulation in its ass.  Its sperm
potency has been enhanced, and its loads will be thicker and have more
volume."

"I am glad you can still cum," Frank said with a grin.  "It means you might
get rewarded if you endure a long, rough fuck.  Right slave?"

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.

"We might even milk you and turn you into a cash cow," Frank said as he
patted the slave's face and smiled.  "You are going to provide me with a
lot of pleasure."

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.  "That is my goal, Master."

"They have each had their implants installed in their neck," the attendant
said as he handed Frank a small box.  "You can pair them with a proximity
sensor system or trigger them with that device.  As requested, the toxin is
not lethal but will render the slave immobile for up to six hours.  They
have both been told about their devices and the consequences of
non-compliance with their owner's wishes."

"Excellent," Frank said.  "Well, slaves, let's get you to your new home."

The young man turned and walked down the steps to his truck, and the guards
escorted the slaves behind him.  When they reached the vehicle, a cage in
the back was opened.  As the heavy gate creaked and swung aside, the two
attendants helped place F385 inside.  L024 moved to follow it, but Frank
grabbed the slave's arm.

"You can ride in the passenger seat with me, L024.  I've read your psych
profile and am not concerned about an attempt at violence.  We need to
talk, too."

"Thank you, Master," L024 replied as Frank locked the cage and moved to the
front to enter the truck.

The attendants stood behind L024 as it approached the passenger door.  When
opened, it was helped inside.  With its arms still locked behind its back,
it was awkward, but once it was in place and secured with a seatbelt, the
door was closed, and the attendants waved as they left.  Frank waved back
as he started the engine and turned on the air conditioning.

"It's a hot one out there today," he said as he put the truck in gear and
drove out of the facility.  "I bet all that fur on you makes you
perpetually warm."

"Yes, Master," L024 said as it adjusted its arms behind its back.  "I am
pleased to start my new life with you today.  Thank you for buying me."

"You have a good attitude, slave," Frank said.  "I am looking forward to
you serving Burt and me.  I love a furry little cub.  It looks like they
dyed your chest hair a little darker.  I like that.  You smell good, too."

"Thank you, Master," L024 replied.

"How do you like all of your modifications?" Frank asked.  "Those piercings
look hot on you."

"Thank you, Master," L024 replied.  "As a slave, I am happy that you have
modified my body to meet your needs and please you.  The piercings are a
nice touch, Sir.  I had always considered getting nipple piercings, though
the change in my cock has taken some getting used to."

"Nub, slave," Frank replied.  "Men like Burt and me have cocks or dicks.
Slaves have nubs if they are allowed to have anything at all.  And yours is
definitely nothing to look at anymore.  You will refer to it as that, and
your ass is your pussy.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.  "I understand.  Only true men like yourself
and Master Burt have cocks used for pleasure."

"You are a fast learner, slave," Frank said.  "And you will refer to my
uncle as Lord.  Master is fine when you address me.

"Understood, Master," L024 said as it looked down and saw it was dribbling
onto the seat.  "I am sorry about the precum.  My tiny nub never stops
leaking now."

"It's ok, slave," Frank said with a smile.  "You can't stain the seats in
this old thing.  Besides, you will have the honor of licking them clean
when we get home."

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.  "I am ready to see my new home.  I am sure
this future will be better for me compared to what I had to look forward to
in Iowa."

"Your former life is over," Frank interrupted.  "Now that you have been
purchased and modified, you are nothing but property.  You have no rights.
Do you understand this?"

"Yes, Master."

"I don't care about your past or if you had a family before.  That is all
meaningless, as is whatever your former name was.  Your designation is your
identity now, though I think I will call you Gimp.  Consider today your new
birthday.  You have no past beyond the time you sat in this truck."

"Yes, Master."

"Your brother slave was bought to work in the field with our current slave.
You, however, were purchased solely for use as a sex gimp.  Your life will
be dedicated to my and my uncle's pleasure.  You will do anything we ask
you to do without hesitation, no matter how perverse.  As you said, your
needs are meaningless.  However, I am not without some compassion.  If you
please us both and behave, you will be given privileges around the house
and might even be granted orgasms for exemplary behavior from time to
time."

"I understand, Master."

"Do you have questions for me?" Frank asked.

"Will I be sleeping in a cage like at the market, Master?"

"No," Frank replied.  "The slaves sleep in the barn.  You each have a large
stall with a hay bed.  But, if you misbehave, we have a basement cellar
where you can be chained to the wall and punished."

"I understand, Master," L024 replied.  "Master is very generous."

"You will be well fed, too," Frank continued.  "I want you to keep your
husky frame.  I like a chunky slave.  But, I expect you to be well-groomed
and presentable at all times.  There is a bathroom in the barn so that you
can shower daily.  While you smell good now, we do not allow our slaves to
use deodorant or oils.  Like Burt and me, you will wear your natural musk."

"I understand, Master," L024 replied.  "I want my body to please you and my
Lord."

Frank smiled.

"Good, slave."


The drive to Burt's farm took an hour.  The truck sent up plumes of dust as
it traveled down the farm roads, and L024 was reminded of home and the
trails it used to drive around the family property.  When they finally
arrived, L024 saw the cattle in a far field and a large, tanned, naked man
with a cowboy hat and boots behind them.

"Is that your current slave, Master?" L024 asked.

"It is," Frank replied.  "Burt purchased it several years ago.  Officially,
its name is C856, but I call it Cee.  You should get to know Cee as soon as
you can.  It knows the lay of the land and our rules.  It is knowledgeable
and obedient and will teach you what you need to know.  I think you two
will get along very well."

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.  "I am sure we will."

As the truck turned a sharp curve on the dirt driveway, Burt appeared
outside a large, faded, red-colored barn.  Frank waved as he brought the
truck to a stop and jumped out.  As he walked around to help L024 to exit,
Burt approached, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief.

"Did you have any issues?"

"No," Frank replied.  "Everything went smoothly."

L024 stumbled as it exited the vehicle, but Frank caught it and steadied it
as he moved to the back of the truck to release F385.

"Stand at attention, and let me look at you, gimp!" Burt barked at L024 as
the slave neared him.

L024 reacted immediately by spreading its legs as much as possible in its
shackles, thrusting its chest out, and looking straight forward.  It was a
move that it had been forced to practice the last few days at the
processing facility.  Burt bit his lip and looked up and down the slave's
body as he walked around it.  Facing the slave again, he grabbed L024's
large testicles and squeezed them tightly.  The slave closed its eyes and
grunted softly.

"I do like the look of a docked slave," Frank replied.  "And its sack feels
heavy and full, but look at all that hair!"

"Oh hush, Burt," Frank said as he moved to unlock the cage in the back of
the truck and help F385 reach the ground.  "I think the gimp looks hot as
hell.  I am looking forward to breaking it in as soon as possible."

Burt frowned and moved around to the slave's ass.  He licked his fingers,
shoved them in L024's hole, and pushed deep.

"The pussy ain't very tight, either, but it should still make for good
breeding."

L024 tried to relax as its ass was probed, but the wide rough fingers of
Burt were not pleasant.  When the digits were removed, the slave took a
breath and moved back into position as the older man walked over to examine
the other slave.

"Well, you look a bit different, don't you?" Burt said with a chuckle as he
saw the larger slave standing tall with its former nuts around its neck.
"How do you feel about displaying your castrated balls like that?"

F385 just sneered and stayed silent.

"I asked you a question, slave!" Burt shouted as he pulled a leather strap
from his back pocket.

Quickly, the older man moved around and brought the strap down hard on the
slave's bare ass.  The impact was loud and caused a ripple in the skin and
fat of the beast.  F385 fell forward, then turned and spat on the man.

"Fuck you, asshole!"

"Excuse me!" Burt growled.

The older man motioned to Frank, who handed him the device the young man
had received at the market.  It had two buttons on it with a selection
trigger.  Switching it to F385's frequency, Burt held up the box and put
his thumb on a red button.

"Disrespect me again, and I'll trigger this device!  You will pass out, and
when you wake up, you will find yourself nullified down there and pissing
out of a hole below your ass.  I'll strip every bit of manhood away from
you.  And if that doesn't adjust your attitude, I know of far worse fates
than a life of hard labor in the fields.  Do you hear me, slave?"

F385's fists were balled behind it, and its body was tense, but it didn't
respond.

"I think you need some time to consider what I just said," Burt replied as
he grabbed the slave's arm with an iron grip.  "Spending some time in the
cellar might be good for you."

L024 watched as the large man forced the slave over to two doors on the
ground next to the barn and then down into the depths below.

"Master, may I speak?" L024 asked timidly.

"You may, Gimp," Frank said as he closed the gate in the truck and latched
it shut.

"What happens in the cellar?"

"F385 will be chained by its hands and feet to the wall and given thirty
standard lashes at a minimum with a whip.  It will be denied food and given
only water.  It will remain in chains in total darkness until the
designated time is up and then given an additional five to ten lashes
before release.  The punishment can leave a slave permanently scarred, but
it can be worse.  You do not want to go to the cellar."

"I understand, Master," L024 replied.

Frank walked up to the slave.  He pulled a key from his pocket and moved to
unlock the slave's shackles on its wrists and ankles.  He then threw the
chains over near the side of the barn and smiled.

"Welcome to your new home, Gimp."

L024 rubbed its wrists as Frank reached down, groped himself, and licked
his lips.  The young man then reached out and grabbed the pierced nipples
of the slave and played with them.  Instantaneously, precum pulsed out of
the slave's tiny nub.

"I've been itching to try you out, and Burt has permitted me to break you
in.  I haven't cum in a week in preparation for your arrival.  So, be
prepared to be ridden hard and used a lot the next day or so.  Remember,
you are my property.  You are a toy for my pleasure alone.  You will do
whatever I say and when I say it without question.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.

"Good," Frank said.  "Now that that is out of the way, I need to piss
before I get to fucking.  On your knees and open up, Gimp."

L024 looked nervously upward as it got on its knees on the ground.  Frank
smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down with his thumb.
From behind the waistband, an uncut, white cock flopped out, nestled in a
bed of ginger hair.  It was averaged sized, but Frank's head was broad, and
as it emerged from his foreskin, L024 brought its lips forward and
enveloped it.  The warm stream started almost immediately.  It tasted
acrid, and L024 gagged and coughed, sending piss all over its face and down
its body.

"Fucker!" Frank growled as he slapped L024's face.  "Don't waste that
shit!"

L024 leaned back farther and let its Master's cock fall deeper into its
mouth.  It concentrated on timing its swallows, but the force of the piss
was such that it still pooled and dribbled out the corners of its mouth.
It made a gurgling sound as it tried to keep up, and Frank pushed with all
his might to make the stream as strong as possible.  This was a test of his
new slave, and it was apparent that it would need much practice.

As the stream slowed, L024 leaned forward again and closed its lips around
the head to suckle the last drops away.  It would have to get used to the
taste, but it managed to swallow most of the stream near the end.

"How often have you taken a man's piss before, Gimp?" Frank asked as he
pulled back and flicked the last few drops away in L024's mouth.

"That was the first time, Master," L024 replied.  "Thank you for the honor
of taking your fluids, and I promise I will do better next time."

"You got that right, you will," Frank said, pulling his jeans back up and
zipping them.  "You will be taking my piss every day.  By the end of the
week, I expect you not to spill a drop, or you will be sent to the cellar.
Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," L024 replied.

"Get in the truck and clean the mess your nub made in my seat with your
mouth," Frank said.  "Once you are done, meet me in the barn."

"Yes, Master!" L024 replied.


In the darkness of the cellar below the barn, F385 stumbled down the
stairs, propelled by the force of Burt.  As the large slave fell forward,
the older man pulled on a cord, switching on a single light hanging from
the ceiling.  The room was stale and smelled of manure.  The ceiling was
barely above the man's head, and the dirt floor led to a brick wall with
four iron rings attached.  Burt swung his strap and let it impact the
slave's ass again.

"Move forward and face the wall, slave!"

F385 growled and balled its fists again, but it complied.  When its body
was inches from the wall, Burt grabbed the shackles behind its back and
unlocked them.  He then pulled one wrist up to the ring in the upper right
of the wall and locked it in place.  After doing the same to the left one,
he unlocked the slave's ankles.  F385 was made to spread its legs until
they reached the rings on the bottom left and bottom right of the wall,
where its ankles were secured.  Its backside was now exposed and
vulnerable.

"I do not tolerate disobedience, slave," Burt growled as he walked over and
grabbed a bullwhip from a hook on another wall.  "No, I think I will call
you Nutless from now on.  Cause that is what you are.  I took your
testicles and will take your defiance before this ends."

Unfurling the whip, he twisted it and then took a practice swing, flicking
it into the air behind the slave.  The whip's crack pierced the room's dead
calm and caused the slave to jerk.  Burt smiled.

"You have earned thirty lashes," the man said as he took his stance behind
the slave and swung the whip forward.

The impact landed across the slave's back and made an immediate red mark.
F385 had a high pain tolerance, but even it could not help but pull on the
rings it was tied to and scream.

"Fuck!"

"That's it, Nutless," Frank yelled back.  "I want to hear you.  You are
going to feel every one of these lashes.  Scream for me, bitch!"

The second hit came soon after, followed by the third.  Soon the impacts
were coming once every two to three seconds, and F385 began to cry and beg
for mercy.

"Please!  Stop!"

"You are going to learn to obey me, you piece of shit!" Frank replied as he
continued the lashes.

F385 tried to twist and protect its back, but it was useless.  The impacts
kept coming.  Soon the skin was broken, and blood appeared.  More lashes
spread the blood, and droplets flew into the air with the next few hits.
The pain was intense, and F385 had never endured so much in its life.  When
the thirtieth lash came down and the punishment ended, the slave collapsed
and hung by its wrists.

"What do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank yelled.

"Fuck you," F385 said as it panted and felt spit fall from its mouth and
mix with the tears flowing from its eyes.

"I guess you need some more," Frank said as he returned to his stance and
delivered another ten lashes.

Each impact caused F385 to scream even louder.  Its body tensed and twisted
as the searing pain coursed through its body.  Its back was a bloody mess
with large cuts extending from its shoulders down to its lower back and
over its branded ass.  Frank alternated to the left and right with his
swings to cover the slave's body equally.  With the final swing, the man
paused to breathe and spoke again.

"What do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank asked.

F385 was now barely conscious.  It could not feel its limbs which were
carrying the weight of its entire heavy frame now.

"No more, please," a dry voice replied softly.

"That is not what I was looking for, Nutless," Frank replied.  "You are my
property now.  You will do what I say when I say it.  You will do so
without objection and thank me for how I treat you.  Is that understood?"

"Yes," the defeated voice replied.

"You will address me as Lord, Nutless!" Frank boomed.

"Yes, Lord," the voice replied.

"So, what do you say to me, Nutless?" Frank asked.

"Thank you, Lord," F385 replied.  "Thank you for the lashes."

"You are welcome, Nutless," Burt replied.  "I'll have C856 treat your
wounds later.  You will hang here overnight without food to contemplate
your attitude.  In the morning, you will apologize and beg for five more
lashes.  Once delivered, you will be released, and you can start your
workday.  Do you understand me, Nutless?"

"Yes, Lord," F385 replied softly.  "Thank you, Lord."

Burt walked behind the slave and saw the blood dripping down its
pale-skinned back and over its enhanced sack.  He put his hand under it and
felt the weight of the fake nuts inside.

"You could be a prized slave on this farm if you put your mind to it," Burt
said behind F385's right ear.  "The scars you will bear on your back will
mark you as one to be watched.  If you continue to disobey me, lashes will
be the least of your worries.  I will nullify you.  I will remove
everything that once made you a man, load you with estrogen, and turn you
into a eunuch sex slave.  Is that understood, Nutless?"

"Yes, Lord," F385 replied.  "Thank you, Lord."

Burt smiled.  This slave had begun the process of adapting quicker than he
expected.  The older man pushed his dry finger into the virgin ass of the
slave, and F385 groaned as it tensed and fought the intruding digit.

"Let me in, fucker!" Burt growled.

F385 relaxed.  It had no more fight left at the moment.  As the thick
finger pushed deeper, Burt could feel the grip the slave's ass was
providing.

"Perfect," Burt replied.  "This will be a fitting reward for C856's years
of service."

Saying nothing more, Burt removed his finger from the slave's ass and
turned around.  He coiled the whip and hung it on the wall before turning
out the light and climbing out of the cellar.  As the doors closed behind
him, F385 was plunged into total darkness.  As it hung like a piece of meat
on the wall, it sobbed.


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