In a far future, in a perfect world.
My name is David. I am a thin and not really strong kid, but with a pretty face, with brown hair set in a boyish way, long above the forehead and short on the back and the sides. Today, it's my 13th birthday. At home, we organised with my parents a nice party where my friends, my two older brothers, my younger sister and the little brother are spending a good time. We are playing video games, virtual reality ones, playing soccer in the garden and at the tea time, there's a wonderful birthday cake waiting everybody. The 13th birthday is an important one. Indeed, tomorrow I will go to my first slave selection. Many of my friends, a bit older than me, have already passed this selection and are still with me today. They didn't become slaves, except one of them. His name was Tom. It was a quite shy and silent boy. But everyone liked him because he was kind, intelligent and helpful to anybody. I guess he chose his fate at the selection, but no one knows except himself. Only one thing is sure, now he is a slave for at least 1 year.
The subject about my own feelings concerning the selection is in the mind of everyone. But it is natural to all to respect my own choice and not to try to know what I feel like. So we just laugh together about the possibility that tomorrow evening I could be a slave. There is about 1 chance out of 10 that I become a slave as it is the proportion of slaves the society appeared to need in order to satisfy the inherent human instincts. It had needed a long time, but everyone understand this now. But in fact, a lot of selected slaves, more than half of them, are volunteers. It could be a bit surprising, but the attraction of kids for masochism and submission at the age of nascent sexual feelings, is a reality. So, if you remove these more than half volunteers, there is only about 1 chance out of 25 to become a slave if I chose the random selection. With bad luck it may happen.
However, I don't really know yet what I am going to do at the selection tomorrow. I feel a strange exciting vibration in the belly while I think about the slaves life, and especially about the recent selection of Tom. I'm telling to myself : why not trying ? servicing people, no more decision to take, just following the orders to help the society, being a productive guy and forget all these funny but a bit boring video games, and school. There is one thing being together attracting and repulsing : living in the nude in front of everybody. I find this quite humiliating for these boys I see sometimes. On the other hand, the same strange vibration fills my belly down to my genitals when I think about this. I still don't know what will happen tomorrow.
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Today is the selection day. I have to be at the selection office at 10 am. You can imagine how nervous I am even if my mum and dad try to calm me telling me that there is little chance that I would be selected. In the case of a selection, there are still 4 kids at home to form the family. Nowadays, families are rather with a lot of children in order to compensate the many people who prefer to live without any child. So, if a kid was selected for becoming a slave, it was sad of course for the parents, but they understood the situation and managed to compensate with the other children. Besides, there was still a chance that the enslaved child would get released during the following years as we will see.
To dress, this morning, I don't put traditional clothes. I am given old and used ones from my older brother which are large and no more useful. I also put old tongs instead of my snickers. This is in case of. Indeed, if you are selected, you have to strip and your clothes are kept until you would need them perhaps, one or several years later.
And now it is time to go. I will go there with dad. I say goodbye to all the rest of the family. Mum looks anyway a bit worried but she tells that she is quite confident that I will come back for lunch. My older brothers laugh at me, trying to make me afraid. But this excites me rather than scaring me, what a strange feeling. They already passed the selection several times without having been selected and now they have very low chance to become slaves. Then I go into the car with my dad who brings me to the office. There's about 1 hour and a half driving leaving time for me to think about what I am going to do.
At the selection office, we are about 100 kids with the same birthday. At 10 pm, it is the turn of the 13 yo boys. While the parents and other accompanying persons go in a waiting room, we are gathered in a room for the instructions of how it's going to work. Then, one by one we go in the isolated computer room where, in not more than 30 seconds our fate for the next year will be decided.
It's my turn. My heart is really going fast. For many boys, there is no hesitation at all of what to do, and it is only a bit scaring regarding the uncertain result. But for me, I don't know exactly what I am going to do and I begin to feel this strange vibration in my body near my penis. As instructed, I sit in front of the computer. I am alone, nobody can know my actions here. The screen tells me : are you ready ? After a few seconds, I press YES. It had been demanded not to spend too much time for the other boys who wait behind.
And now the countdown is started. I have 30 seconds during which I have the choice between the 2 options : option 1 : "I want to be selected randomly"; option 2 : "I want to be a slave". At the end of the 30 seconds, the default choice is the option 1. So many ideas and feelings are going through my mind at this moment.
I can chose option 1. In this case I have about 1 chance out of 25 to become a slave. But I am irresistibly attracted towards the option 2. I don't explain why, this is crazy. But if I am a volunteer, if I chose option 2, a strange new life will open to me, new sensations. And finished with the boring cosy way life of everybody. Finished also with the school with difficult problems to solve. Why not, why wouldn't I try option 2 ? The only idea to do this seems to make me hot. No one will know I've decided this. They'll just think that I've got a bad luck, will be sorry for me but will accept it quite easily. Besides, there are always some possibilities to get out of slavery during the next years.
Each year, everyone goes to the selection until you are 25 yo, the slaves as well as the non slaves. At the 14th birthday, about 25 percent of the slaves can go out. And they are replaced by newly slaves selected from the non slaves to compensate the number of slaves fixed at 10 percent of the population. So, for the non slaves, they have, at 14 yo, 2.5 chance out of 100 to become slaves and there are still some volunteers so the probability to become slaves for non volunteers is very low. That's what happened to my older brothers. At 15 yo, the percentage of getting out slaves is 20 percent, then 15 percent at 16 yo, 10 at 17, 8 at 18, 7 at 19, 6 at 20, 5 at 21, 4 at 22, 3 at 23, 2 at 24 and 1 percent at 25 yo. At 25 yo only 1 percent of slaves are getting free (on the other side 1 out of 1000 guys were selected as new slaves), and it was their last chance. After 25 yo, the slaves will be slaves until the rest of their life. But you can say that if they couldn't get away, it is that they really were unlucky not to manage to get out at every selection. And that's what I am thinking for me, about the possibilities to change my mind during the next years.
Well, on the other hand, it is known that for the selections for the slaves, it's a bit different. The 2 options are : option 1 : "I want to remain a slave"; option 2 : "I want to be selected randomly". The default option is still the option 1. I heard once that the slaves have their mind so fucked up that they couldn't even know what to do, and the computer automatically took the option 1. I don't know if this is real. I think I will always have all my mind to be able to decide my future and I would take profit of these fucked up slaves to increase my chances if I’d had to go out of slavery.
So, there are 15 seconds left. I do it ? I don't do it ? 10 seconds now. If I don't press any button, OK I still could be a slave, but only with few chance. The computer will make a random choice, taking into account the statistical number of volunteer slaves, and I will probably go home with dad just as if nothing had happen, waiting for the next year. Yes, maybe next year I can do it. But be careful, the probabilities to get free when you're older are going down very fast. And why losing one year ? Why waiting ? My finger is going towards the button of the option 2. I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy... 5 seconds. My heart is beating incredibly strongly. Some sweat is even appearing under my arms. My finger, just above the option 2 button is shaking madly. Then I suddenly relax the muscles of my arm and the weight of my hand is reported on my finger which presses the button. On the screen, I see : 'You have been selected as a slave, please take the exit and go to the left lane. Thank you."
This is it now, I know I am a slave for one year at least. Wow, what a feeling ! I stand up and go out of the isolated room through the exit door which is another one than the enter. There, I enter a sort of large gymnasium, with a barrier separating in the middle two halves of the space. On the right, I see laughing kids talking together about their emotions. The parents and accompanying persons are also there, sitting on spectators tribunes as this room seems to be definitively a sport centre for other occasions. But for me, the access to the right side of the room is closed and I have to go to the left side. There I see, oh no ! not here, already ! There are two naked boys, standing there. One of them has just finished to strip and the other one, glups !
The other one stands in the middle of the left part of the room. Everyone can see him from the other side as there's only a simple barrier. He is accompanied by a muscular guard who manage to place around his wrists and neck a sort of thin but rigid iron carcan that obliges him to raise his hands at the level of the head, at about 40 cm from the neck on each side. Once the restraint device is locked on the kid, the guard attaches the wrists ring via D-rings to two ropes coming down from the ceiling so that the kid has to face the right side of the room. While the guard is coming back towards the other boy, the poor tied one is standing there naked, with absolutely no possibility to hide any part of his body from the people on the other side. His look seems absent. I can see a tiny patch of hair above his dick, and I begin to think about my own which has nearly no hair. Oh damned, I'm gonna look like a baby.
The other boy seems to cry silently. I guess this one was not volunteer. But, as people say, at our age, we can adapt to many things, it's just a matter of time. But for me, I'm beginning to ask myself if I made a good choice, and I'm nearly beginning to regret it when a guard tells me to come and to strip. He gives me a box in which I have to put my clothes. I can recognise my ID card, that I gave when I came, fixed on the box so that they can give me them back I hope next year. I don't know if my dad is still in the room. By now, he must know the result. He doesn't know of course if I am a volunteer or just had a bad luck. And now he doesn't have the right to speak to me. He will simply bring the news at home. But stripping there, in front of many people is already difficult. If you add that your dad could also be looking at it, it's terrible. I don't even dare looking if he's still there.
I have taken off all the clothes slowly, except my brother's old trousers. I have no underwear, just in case of, not to spare clothes. And the case occurred. Hesitating, I decide under the pressure of the guard, to remove the trousers. What a sensation ! Now I am naked in front of everyone and there's no way out. But a terrible thing happens. I see my dick getting hard, I don't know why now. Oh no, I am gonna be ridiculous. But the humiliation just begins. I just follow the same way as my predecessors and come to the guard with the iron restraints. One minute later, I am standing in the nude, in line with the others, facing the public, with my arms up, and my dick up, and no way to avoid or hide this. I can hear the boys laughing on the other side. And in a short glance, I see my dad, still sitting there and watching at me. Oh gosh, how humiliating. For the rest of the session, I can't look at anything else than my feet.
After a bit less than one hour standing there, the session finally finishes. My dad is not here anymore. I didn't see when he went away. Progressively, new slaves were tied like me, while many boys had gone on the right side, happily looking at us. At the end, we are now 9 naked 13 yo slaves. A guard begins to connect our neck rings together with chains, while another one removes the ropes holding our arms. Then forming a small train, we are led out of the room under the applause and laughs of the remaining kids from the other side.
We arrive in the basements, made of bare stones, and where it is dirty, and you can hear a lot of noise of humidity droplets. But the atmosphere is very warm, nearly suffocating. We won't be cold. But the air smells the piss and shit quite strongly, it's disgusting. We are led to a small cell of about 5 m x 5 m. There, we are each one tied to the wall via our neck ring. The chain that ties us is not long enough for us to lay on floor or even to sit. Still with our carcan, we can just kneel or stand up, roughly squat but not easily. We are told not to speak or we would be punished, all of us. The guard seemed quite convincing and there are clearly some cameras and microphones to keep us careful. Nobody dares a word when the guard is gone, closing the door behind him.
There's a lamp on the roof which gives a pale light, enough to be able to look at each other. Our position is really low. Some are standing, others are kneeling. I decide to kneel, being tired of standing up. The smell of piss and shit here is very intense. And indeed, you can see on the floor marks of humidity that must be piss as well as some pieces of rotten shit around the places we are installed. Considering the time passing, I understand rapidly that we are to be here for some time. I then feel the need to piss and even shit increasing. The full breakfast I took this morning plus the strong emotions I just had are doing their combined effects. I don't know how long I'm gonna resist. A few minutes later, I suddenly hear the sound of falling water on the stone. The boy kneeling in front of me is pissing on the floor with a sad face trying to say that he is really sorry for that. Then, understanding the situation, two or three others let their bladder empty. There is one pissing as he is standing up so that he makes more noise. He has a little smile on his face and his neighbour has a short laughing looking at him. They seem to enjoy their situation. OK, in this case, I do it too. I let my piss go and not controlling anything anymore, I also let my shit go out of my ass. I couldn't imagine that there could exist such a humiliating thing as to have to piss and shit like this in front of others and then having to endure the smell of the piss and of my shit that begins to fill the atmosphere.
This stay in the cell lasted the rest of the day plus the night, about 20 hours. I couldn't sleep at all I think. All my senses are in discomfort: the piss and shit stinking air, the dirty bare walls and floor with a pale and vibrating lamp just permitting to look at tied naked sad boys of my age, the noise of droplets continuously falling down, my aching knees and back on the floor and the wall and all my aching body enduring the uncomfortable position in a too warm and suffocating atmosphere. Even the taste in my mouth is bad since the guards came in the middle of or stay here to feed us.
They said "Hi, stinking slaves, it's dinner time". At first, I was happy of this, as I didn't eat since my breakfast. But then I saw the two guard grabbing the first kid and inserting by force a hose in his mouth. They gave him water first. Then with a kind of big syringe filled with a brownish matter, they fed the boy pushing the meal into his mouth. When they came to do this to me, I understood why the boys before me had moved so much while they had been fed. The taste of the meal was disgusting. It tasted like shit mixed with rotten food. The consistence was a bit hard and crunchy so that I had to chew to be able to swallow this. And of course, with such a taste I couldn’t do it at first. But under the pressure of the syringe and the rough but sincere encouragements of the guards, I had to do it. I had heard that the food given to the slaves are healthy and full of vitamins, products for the body development, with the exact needed calories, even the good consistence to keep the teeth working and be healthy. All this is scientifically controlled using the top-knowledge in medicine and biology because people want to have suffering but healthy slaves. But the taste has been worked too so that it is as disgusting as possible for entertainment reasons.
Well, after about 10 hours, I still have this terrible taste in my mouth. I am also a bit hungry however. I'm living a nightmare, everything goes wrong and painfully. I promise to myself that I will never, never again make the choice to be a slave like I did yesterday.
That's in these thoughts that the guards enter again. They say "Wake up, rubbish animals". It's no use to say that, I think, nobody could really sleep in our position and we don’t really need to wake. "Time for the evaluation", they add. One by one, we are realised from our iron carcan. I can barely stand on my feet and, like he others, I would never have the idea to try to run away even if I am now free of movements. We are led along the selection centre via various corridors, one guard in front and two others behind us. We begin to meet people in the corridors. Many people, normal clothed ones, are working there and we can see offices behind the open doors. Being myself stark naked and being conscious that I'm stinking more than a pig, the feeling of degradation is bigger than ever. I think it can't be worse.
Then, we are informed that we are going to have a check-up that will permit to make a full evaluation of our body and mind configuration. At the end of this evaluation, a decision of which type of slave each one is going to become will be taken and we’ll be immediately informed in order not to waste time.
It's true. There are many types of slaves working in various domains. In fact, when I took this stupid decision to become a slave, I didn't really think about this question. What type of slave could I be. But anyway, it's not me who decide here, now that I'm a slave, I have to obey and take no initiative. In principle, there are a lot of criteria that help to determine what kind of slave you'll become. If you are strong, you'll rather be a slave who will do hard tasks, while if you have a pretty face, you'll rather be a slave servicing for people who like a good presentation. Besides, your feelings are taken into account. They don't want you to be completely non-adapted to your job, that's not the objective. So, they have many tests that help to determine what are your preferences, where you'll be the best. Finally, there is a computer intervention giving information about the needed slaves all around the country, the supply and demand for the different types of slaves, and a regulation can be done this way.
Thinking about this, I'm telling to me that what I would like to be, is a slave serving in parties with well dressed people. I would bring the food respectfully to the guests. It would be humiliating to be naked in front of all the ladies and gentlemen, but that is the slave way of life. I could even become a favourite slave to some nice ladies. I also would work hard at the kitchen and for making the cleaning... Oh, I hope that the tests will detect my mind. Of course they will, I'm confident, all this is done scientifically for the best.
Then, the check-up begins. Waiting my turn after the others, I visit several offices. First, there is the traditional medical visit, where they measure my weight, my height, but also all my body dimensions. They look at my teeth, my eyes, my ears... what is unusual is that I’m naked to do this. And I stink but can't do anything for this. Also unusual, they take measurements of my genitals which becomes embarrassing. They even take, I can't believe it, a measure of my "anus in extension" with a sort of round device with a circular spring. What are they going to do with this data !? Then they take samples of my saliva, my blood, my urine (we had to pee the slaves altogether in a plastic glass for each just in the corridor, and as there was nowhere to pee the extra volume out of the glass, I had to stop my piss in the middle so that I strongly need to pee since this moment. As I couldn't stop easily, I nearly filled the glass. Then I had to walk and wait with my hot piss in the glass for more than 45 minutes until someone takes it for the analysis). Then, they also take a sample of my shit with pliers inserted in my ass. Pfff, what a story ! The physical check-up ends with effort tests, strength tests, etc...
After more than three hours of physical check-up, I go to the psychological tests. I first meet a traditional psychiatrist who ask me first innocent questions, but finishes with more disturbing ones about my masturbation habits... I've never masturbated in fact, not knowing what kind of ideas excited me. I looked like a baby in front of this man. Then, there are intelligence tests. Finally, they lead me to a strange test where many electrical captors are fixed to my body, especially my head and my genitals. I am isolated in a room, standing up, and various things happen. I hear noises, words, screams, I see all sorts of images representing nice paintings or torture scenes, I smell also some strange odours, horse shit smell for example that disturbed me.
After two more hours of psychological tests, I am really tired. I would like to be cleaned and go to sleep in a good bed. I'm hungry too. OK, slaves don't need comfort and it's no use to waste time to clean them. Oh, it's difficult to be a slave. Never again, never again, I will chose to be a slave, how stupid I have been !
Then comes the moment of the decision of the type of slave I'm gonna be. I enter a room where 7 doctors I met at the various tests, are sitting behind a large table. There's also a computer on the right. They ask me : "you're David, aren't you ?". "Yes" I answer. My heart is beating in my chest the same way as during the selection. Oh please, I think, let me be a servant slave or something like this. Not too hard worker slaves, who are in the und erground all the time or working hard and being dirty in the fields. Not even ponyslaves I heard about once who are pulling very big loads and are tired all the time. Everybody tells that I have a nice pretty face. I would be good as a servant. Please.
The doctors are talking together but I can't hear them as I have to stand silent and naked in front of them in the middle of the room. I just can catch some words : "... weak ... body ... pretty ... reaction to shit ... sexual ... unsure ... computer ... large demand ... at this moment ... possible ... adapt ..."). The minutes seem like hours to me. It is very important. It's going to decide what's gonna be my future. After about 10 minutes of what seemed to me an agitated discussion with several contradictory opinions, the doctors finally stop. I think I'm gonna falling down. I can feel some sweat droplets falling to the floor from under my arms. And the doctor in the middle stands up, and with a loud voice and a big smile says : "David, you will be a PIGSLAVE FOR MEN. Next one, please."
A dark shadow is falling on my mind. I don't believe what I've just heard. I must have heard wrong. FOR MEN : it meant that I would be a slave belonging to a male master. I heard a bit about it but I never understood quite well. In general, the masters had sex with their slaves. But I don't know what it means concretely. I just know that sex with kids had been condemned for a long time in the past. It was justifiable to condemn it in a world where this was considered very bad so that the kids who could participate had a feeling of culpability and shame during all their life. But nowadays, the notion of bad and good have changed and are more in phase with the human being structure, pushing away all the old fake principles coming from the religious superstitions or the puritan society rules. What is bad now is the hypocrisy and the superstition. So having sex with kids is no more a problem for the kids as far as there isn't too painful acts. That's why I can imagine a little bit what the FOR MEN deals with. But I don't feel any attraction to this. Why me. Have I had a bad luck this time ?
But if you add to this : PIGSLAVE !! Oh no, they are known to be the most dirty slaves, able to do amazingly disgusting things. When I had thought about the different types of slaves, I didn't even imagine this option. PIGSLAVE FOR MEN ! It must be the most disgusting life possible. I can't believe it.
My mouth has been wide open while I thought about all that. But before I can emit any sound again, I am led by a guard out of the room. He brings me to a waiting room here I find again some of the boys who were with me in the cell. We all know now what type of slave each one is gonna be. Then, one by one, we are told to enter a room near where we are. When it's my turn, I enter in a room where two doctors receive me. It looks like a surgical chamber and there are some mirrors on the walls. I watch at myself, I look terrible. "What do we have here ? A pigslave, OK", a doctor says. With the guard accompanying me, they have me tied on a table, spread eagle. When I'm well fixed, one begins to shave my hair. He removes everything and I'm now with a skinhead. Oh, I had expected to have my hair short-cut, but not so completely. But that's not the worse part. They begin to attach me a bit tighter with a restraint that prevent me to move the head, obliged to face the ceiling, and leather restraints around my belly and my thighs. Really defenceless, I feel fear rising in me.
Then, the second doctor comes near my genitals with a long needle, being sharp at one end and 5 mm in diameter at the other end. Some alcohol is spread over my penis. And with no hesitation, the doctor pulls back my prepuce to release the cock-head and inserts the sharp needle into my piss-slit to make it going out at the upper base of my cock-head. The pain is incredible. I scream as loud as I never did. But I can't move, I can't do anything. And the needle is inserted further towards the large diameter part. I finally lose consciousness.
When I wake up. I feel a burning pain around my dick-head. But I can't look at it. I also see a doctor working on my forehead. I feel painfully sticking needles hurting my forehead. The doctor is tattooing something on it. Oh dear, they don't care at all of my pain, not using any anaesthetic product. Why waste some on a slave, they must think. At the end, they just make a sort of laser treatment of my forehead and my penis, which seems to be used for accelerating the healing. The medicine science has made many progress in these sort of things. Finally, I'm released. My first look goes to my penis. Glups..., my cock-head has now in front of it a piercing with a 4 cm in circumference and 5 mm in diameter heavy (maybe more than 100 g) metallic ring going through the piss-slit. The ring is soldered and cannot be removed ! Then, I cross involuntarily my image in one of the mirrors. I see my humiliating completely shaved head first, then my attention is attracted by the tattoo on my forehead. I can see that it is 3 big (3 cm high) black capital letters. I don't recognise them immediately as I see them on the wrong side from the mirror. Then I realise it, I can see the 3 letters P, I and G tattooed on my forehead.
Noooo ! I'll have to live with this all my life. And when I'll be back in the normal life (I promise I'll do all I can for it), I'll have to wear long hairs (and it will be long with my skinhead now) or caps to hide this horror. I look at myself in the mirror, with my monstrous cock-head ring, my dirty stinking body soiled with piss and shit from my stay in the cell, my skinhead with the perfectly visible inscription PIG tattooed on my forehead. I barely recognise me, but this is me now, this is my new look. What a nightmare !
After this transformation, I'm led back to the piss and shit stinking cell in the basement. I'm tied to the iron restraints again and obliged to kneel for the night. The other boys are brought here too. Each of us have been transformed in some different ways, depending of the type of slave they've become. Some have just nice piercings in the ears, the tits, the belly-button. One has just an iron collar and an ear tattoo, doggy style. On the other hand, one boy earned heavy non-removable iron chains connected to his neck, wrists and ankles. He is ready for fields working. Another muscular black kid has a huge ring in the middle of the nose, with a ridiculous hair-cut. He's probably a ponyslave. We are 3 skinheads out of 9. The others had more luck than me, for sure. I think that I'm in the worst position and I hear and see two or three boys laughing and smiling when they look at me. We are finally fed the same way as the evening before and have to spend the night again in our uncomfortable position.
When the door opens again, after maybe 10 hours, the guard says : "Wake up pissfaces, you are lucky pieces of turd. You won't need to rest here more time, lazy dogs. There's a slave-transfer truck leaving this morning. And we generously give you a good breakfast before the journey.". Then, we are fed again the same way as usual, with the same disgusting food. And we're released again and led, still stinking, to a yard where an old truck is waiting. It's very early, maybe 5 in the morning, the sun is not yet there. There's a lot of agitation here. Many slaves are waiting, of all ages. I'm one of the firsts to be gagged with a rubber cock-shaped gag and then locked in a 70 cm large, 120 cm long and 90 cm high cage. The bars of the cage are 5 mm in diameter and give square apertures of 5 cm x 5 cm. It's very difficult to move in there and it's not comfortable at all. But who cares ? Then my cage is put on the truck, like all the other slaves locked in the same type of cages. The cages are stacked on the truck with no lost space. There are finally 3 full levels of cages stacked one over the others and a 4th uncompleted level. Horizontally, there are 8 cages along the length of the truck (8x120cm=9.60 m) and 4 in the other size (4x70cm=2.80m). There are about a hundred slaves here. My cage is placed at the bottom left rear corner of the truck. I'm looking towards the rear, not really able to turn round in the cage.
So this is like this that slaves are transported, gagged and naked in cages stored in trucks, using the roads. I would have never thought that, when I travelled with my parents to holidays by car. I'm amazed. The cages are fixed solidly. Then I expect that a kind of sheet is going to cover all the cages. But at this moment, I hear the truck motor starting. Some guards are speaking loudly and I feel the truck moving. It's really an old one, with no shock absorber and very noisy. The trip promises to be tiring. But the truck is moving, we reach the exit of the selection office and I recognise the road I took with my father by car when we arrived there 2 days ago. It's impossible ! We can't be transported like this on the roads with everyone seeing us through our cages ! Damn, considering my position, I'm gonna be the first one to be seen by people in their cars or even walking people. And that's what happen : we are going through several towns with red traffic lights, we are blocked in traffic jams... I'm so humiliated being there naked with my cock-head ring and my PIG-tattoo ! And I can't hide.
The only good news of the day is that we didn't go through my own town were my friends or my family could have seen me. We are indeed transferred towards other places of the country. In fact, there are some regions in the country where there are less slaves than in others. It depends of what the people prefer. Generally, families are living where there are few slaves. They prefer a traditional way of life with kids. But there are still some few slaves in some families. But in other regions, slavery is more practised. In order to balance the demand and supply, transfers of slaves are often done, especially to bring the kids who had been, voluntarily or not selected towards places where they are needed. In fact, if I've never seen such a truck transporting slaves, it's because there are not so many slaves where I lived.
While the truck is moving, I can feel some droplets of humidity. I realise that this is just piss falling down from the slaves at the upper floors. Indeed, I won't be long too, to piss in my cage. Considering the position of my cage, I'll receive everything. There's a sort of storage tank under me that will keep all the liquid just under me. How delightful it's gonna be to continue this journey with flows of piss falling on me and splashing under me !
The truck makes some stops regularly, every 2 hours, for the drivers to rest and to pee in normal toilets. Then the truck is parked on public parkings just like any other car driver would do when travelling. Can you image my feeling of waiting in my cage while normal people are just passing by with their eyes just at my height and seeing my degraded state, stinking worse than any animal ? Several children have stopped there and are watching us. After a few seconds, they are laughing happily looking carefully at each of us. With our gag, nobody can make any response to tell them to go away.
I try to concentrate on something else. The fact that never again I'll be volunteer to be a slave, that's one point. Then I look to the other slaves, many are older than me. All around me, I see dirty feet. The slave at my left side, in a foetal position, is showing me his back and his ass. Then I look above me. It's a slave of about 20 yo, he's squatting in his cage and all I can see are the base of his dirty feet, his balls and his asshole. I realise that it is the first time I see an asshole in my life. It's disgusting but I am in a sort of way fascinated by this observation. I look at the colour of the hole, the few hair around it, the size of the hole, the way it is connected to the slightly hairy balls. I lie on my back, looking at this. I can see movements of the asshole now, dilatations and retractions. It's fascinating.
But suddenly, what happened ? Oh nooooo ! In a sudden explosion, I received on my face and my belly a burst of shit, half solid, half liquid. This slave has clearly not well digested his meal. The smell is unbearable but what can I do, just try to remove the shit with my hands but there's nothing to really wash myself. As we're going towards the South to warmer and warmer places, the temperature has increased. It's good because I'm not cold at all. But it's a disaster for the smell of the truck. At each stop, more and more clouds of flies appear around the truck, and I'm soon covered by tens of them also flying around my ears.
That's too much for me. I turn to lie on my left side and look again to the slave on my left. He has turn now and I see his face. He's about 16 or 17 yo. But what is he doing !!? His cock is hard and he’s masturbating it. In his cage !! I see him panting behind his gag and he doesn't care at all of me or the other people looking at him. After a few short minutes, I see his sperm going out of his cock. At school, we already had a course on sexual education and I knew what it was even if I never myself masturbated. While he is cumming, the 16 yo slave makes much noise and movements, and he seems to get a great pleasure from it. But he absolutely doesn't care the others. Dear, I'm surrounded by so dirty and crazy guys, help !! Am I going to become like them !?
(What David doesn't know ... yet, is that slaves are usually authorised to cum only once a week, at a public ceremony where each slave inserts his cock in a sort of milking automatic machine until he cums, in front of everybody. The slave transfer is an exception where the slaves have no restraint to avoid them to masturbate. Their position is uncomfortable enough and it would be unfair to add other restraints. So, they can exceptionally masturbate, with their own hand, while they are in their cage for a transfer.)
And the travel continues like this. At each stop, the left neighbour masturbates again and cums again like an animal. My above neighbour continues to regularly shit his diarrhoea on me. I feel more and more uncomfortable in my small cage, in the heat of the day and the stinking atmosphere of this truck. The journey continues until the night. The truck being old, it doesn't go fast at all. What a disappointment when I realise that the truck has been stopped near a motel where the truck drivers are going to spend the night in their bed while we are going to spend the night in our cages !
The day after, the journey continues, it is endless. But from town to town, some cages are now removed from the truck. But I have to wait the last stop to have my cage removed at the final stop around midday. There, on the ground, a man comes with a hose and sprays on the cages, with us inside, some high pressure cold water. The cleaning is painful and pretty cold but the result to be washed at last is good.
Then, we are released from our cages and our gages, then fed by the regular method, and led to what appears to be a slave market. I'm brought to a stand where there are other pigslaves as I can see from their tattoos on the forehead. Like these others, I'm tied spread eagle by the wrists and the ankles. To be exposed to the passing people. There are only men here. I'm touched, watched on every parts of my body, evaluated and discussed by many of them all the afternoon. My right neighbour, a 14 yo kid, is sold to a muscular nice looking man after he has hesitated on me. As the evening comes, I feel more and more tired of all these adventures happening to me so fast. Only 4 days ago, I was going to a soft bed after my birthday party. I will never endure a year like this. But 1 year is what I have to wait before I manage to certainly go out of this situation.
Just at the moment I begin to think that I will spend the night spread eagle at my spot, I finally realise that I have just been sold myself. As I have been so much touched by so many men, I didn't even pay attention to the guy. I see him when he locks a chain around my neck to bring me to his car. It's a big fat dirty guy who's just bought me. He's got a beard and greasy half long hair. His belly makes his shirt be in extension and the buttons are barely maintaining it closed. I can see a lot of hair around his neck and unbuttoned chest. He must measure 1.80 m and is very strong and heavy. He speaks very loudly to me when he tells me to lie in the trunk of the car that he then closes on me. I'm now in the dark of this trunk, being led by my new master to my new life of pigslave.
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My name is pigface. Or shithead, or pissy, or simply fucking slave, depending on the mood of my Master. I don't really know how long i've been with him now. Maybe 2 or 3 or 4 months ? But it seems years to me. Let me describe what my everyday life looks like.
I wake up in the farm at 6 in the morning. I first go to the cows barn to clean it. It consists mainly to remove all the cow-shit from the ground. As i'm naked, i get my body quite fast covered with shit. My feet and legs of course, but also the rest because, even if i have some tools to make the job, i make some of it with my own hands. It goes faster. Then i bring the cows outside in a near field for the day. From 7 am to 8 am, i clean the pigs. They are much more dirty than the cows and they really stink. There are a lot of them so it takes time.
At 8 am, my Master wakes up and comes to give me my breakfast. It's the usual slave food with a bad taste indeed. During the first month, He had to feed me with the syringe technique, but now i eat all my food by myself form my dog bowl put on the ground in the middle of the farmyard. I was confirmed that this food contains all the needed elements for my health, the perfect quantity of calories, vitamins, muscle growth stimulators, and all the needed preventive medicines to avoid to get diseases that would make me inactive. But i can't really adapt to the disgusting taste of shit and rotten food, i just accept it. At 8.30, i take care of the chickens shit. This can also stink a lot. Then the rabbits. Finally, there's the cleaning of some places in the farms, like the yard, the rubbish storage room and the toilets. Note that there are some other workers in the farm, but normal people and they don't really care of me.
At 10 am, i go to the horses. My Master wants this place very clean, and as he's not always satisfied of my work, i earn some bad points for the evening punishments session. I don't like it and i really try to do my best to make my Master satisfied. What i have to take care of, is not to soil what i have cleaned with my own dirty body. After more than 2 hours at the horses, there's still a bit less than one hour left to go and check the cows and rest a bit.
Then, at around 1 pm, i have to go to the slave-school. I have to run there and the farm is at about 10 km from the school. It takes me about 1 hour to go and 1 hour to come back running. I try not to spend more time so i would be late and i would earn some more bad points. It's tiring for me, but it's a moment where i enjoy to be alone in the fresh air, running naked being something not so bad. Except that i'm still soiled with animals shit from the toes to the head. Besides, as i enter the town, i begin to cross people. It's still humiliating to run like this, with my huge cock-head ring dangling at the tip of my cock, and my PIG-tattoo on the forehead. I never tried to escape from my situation during this running alone. Anyway, where would i go ? Everybody in the country understand the need of slaves and would bring me back towards unimaginable punishments, using my cock-ring on which my data are written.
A terrible thing happened once. I crossed my father accompanying my 3 brothers in the street ! There was a particular car race near the town and there were many people from all over the country on this day. I think they recognised me and i saw my oldest brother make wide eyes, have a little smile on his face and make signs to my other brother also older than me. The little one had rather a sad face while looking at me. Then i passed my way looking on the ground trying to contain my humiliation feeling.
At school, I'm the most stinking slave. This is a school where the slaves learn two sorts of things. First, how to behave as a slave, how to be polite, how to accept all the requirements and painful treatments. This is the first hour of courses. During the second hour, there are sex lessons because this is an important aspect of the slaves job. All kind of sexual demands are considered, even sex with animals (how to suck a horse or rim a pig for example). Practical exercises are done sometimes. When we make it between boys, the ones who have to do the exercise with me as disgusted by my dirtiness. I'm sorry for it.
But we are not allowed to cum during these exercises because slaves are only allowed to cum in public at the cumming ceremony. I go there every week, the ceremony replacing the school. At the beginning, i couldn't cum and i have been punished several times for this. But it comes slowly, even with my cock-head ring which doesn't make the exercise easy.
When i come back, i have to be at the farm at 5 pm maximum, so i don't lose my time after school, i just run back home. Then it's time for me to wash. I have a hose of cold water to do it and i have to do it carefully because my Master wants me nice and clean now. If He's not home yet, after a day of work selling products or buying equipment, or after a leisure day, i wait for Him standing up outside at the door of the house. He comes home latest at 6 pm. Then, i take off His coat and follow Him to the sofa where He sits. I remove His boots and socks and i begin to lick His feet. At the beginning, i had got difficulties to do this because my Master has really a strong smell, in particular His feet, and in particular after a day of work. Besides, He doesn't care washing himself very frequently. But He knew how to encourage me explaining me the deserved punishments I could get.
Then He has His dinner. Standing, i watch Him eating His meal and help for bringing the plates, serving the beer or the wine, and taking back the plates. It's a bit the job i had dreamt of in the past. Then, it's my turn to eat. I eat in my dog bowl on the floor of the kitchen. Sometimes, i have the honour of having the rests of my Master's meal from the day before, this is delightful. Often, i am given dog food. I really like it, in comparison of all the rest i usually eat, even if my Master buys the cheap greasy and smelly dog food boxes. But it also happens, especially when my Master brings friends at home and they want to have entertainment, that i have to go to eat with the other animals, especially the pigs. I eat the same food as them in their manger. This is very humiliating and disgusting for me.
But the worst is when my Master comes and tells me proudly with His loud voice that He has done a very nice shit this evening. It happens 2, 3 or 4 times a month. My Master is proud of His shit when it's well-formed, quite heavy and dense. Then He tells me to go to the toilets, to have a look at it and to bring it to the kitchen. I do as i'm told and finally put the shit in my dog bowl. Then i have to eat it. As it is compact, and even with crunchy pieces, i have to chew it well to swallow it. The first time i did this, I couldn't believe it. But i have been explained with enthusiasm that i was a pigslave that i should like this. Remembering the punishment i got the first time because i had been very reluctant to eat my Master's shit, now i do it faster. Besides, as i learnt to do at the slave school, i finish with a nice smile to my Master and tell him : "Sir, what a good taste had your respectful shit, Sir. Thank you so much for your generosity, Sir."
Then, comes the time of the punishments taking into account the bad points I received during the day. Sometimes, there is no punishment. I try to do my best for not having some because i don't like them. There are various forms of punishment like electrical torture, restraint in terribly aching positions, whipping on any part of my body, or spending the night in a very small wood box filled with ants or spiders. For the punishments to be more painful, my Master sometimes makes me cum, even if it's not recommended by the slave administration, just before the torture sessions. Once, My master rented an automatic fucking machine and had me spend the night with this machine fucking my ass and my mouth all the night long. I nearly became crazy of pain this time.
Finally, my Master and i have sex together. I'm adapting progressively, but it has been tough to get used to my Master's smelly body. He doesn't wash very often i said and sweats a lot. He's got a lot of hair on every part of his body, but i'm now used to have my mouth full of hair that i manage to swallow. The hair on His head are really greasy like you'd never imagine. I have to suck His dirty cock, lick His ass up to inside the anus. Then sometime he fucks me. This is painful but i progressively adapt to it.
When it's time to go to bed, between 9 pm and 1 in the morning, depending on the punishment session duration. There are several possibilities : i can sleep with my Master’s which is very comfortable, even if i have to be under the sheets with either my Master cock in my mouth or my tong in my Master's anus, trying to follow the movements of my Master in the bed during the night. Otherwise, i generally spend the night in my cage (1.50 m x 1 m x 1 m) which is set in the very hot boiler room when it's cold outside, or just in the farmyard or in the horses barn. Sometimes, if i have been bad, i may spend the night attached by the neck with a chain among the pigs or the chickens. I generally don't sleep well in these conditions. At 6 in the morning, one of my Master's employees releases me for my morning chores.
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Today, i'm 14 yo. Well, that's what i've been told because i've lost the notion of time. I'm brought to the selection office they said. There, i'm led to a room where i'm isolated and they tell me that i know what to do as i already did it last year. There's a machine with a screen which says : "countdown : 30..29..28... and option 1 and option 2, blablabla...". Suddenly, i have a flash in my mind. Oh yes, i remember. The selection. I have to be careful not to be a slave. But why ??? I like my Master, His spicy body smell, His fat hairy belly and chest on which i can sometimes press when He authorises me to sleep with Him, the taste of His hot sperm in my mouth when i get asleep alone in my cage. Ok, He punishes me hard but it's because i deserve it. And i still don't really like when i have to eat His shit or drink His piss. But, if this remains at this reasonable periodicity, i will progress, i'm sure. I do my job of the pigslave that I am as the tattoo on my forehead tells. I nearly begin to be proud of my tattoo. And if my cock-head ring was removed, i would feel completely naked !
Oh yes, but i made a promise not to chose to be slave again. Have i to follow it ? Probably yes. Anyway, i could go back to slavery next year if I am released now. I understand now why people said that probably the slaves who had been released often decided to come back to slavery the year after. Normal life is so complicated. And my Master, He would be sad to lose me. We have good time together. I know that He likes to touch my soft skin, my tight ass, to play with my cock forbidding me to cum. And i've never respected someone else more than my Master and i have to be grateful to Him.
10..9..8... OK, i have to take the good option. The option that shows that i'm a good boy, clever and respectful. I press on option 1 : "I want to remain a slave", a pigslave to my beloved Master.
An hour later, i'm standing in front of a series of doctors who are sit behind a large table. One in the middle begins to speak loudly and with an enthusiastic smile : "Well, pigslave, congratulation, you've been promoted to the pigslave for men level 2. It's really not very often that this happens to a so young slave. But, considering the recommendations of your former Master who doesn't want to keep you for buying a new younger pigslave, and considering the computer recommendations which takes into account many parameters, your promotion has been accepted. In general, it's only from 16 yo that pigslaves are promoted, so you will be a very young one in comparison to the others. You will be very demanded we're sure. So, you will be sent to a special centre where you will learn all the pleasures of piss and shit groupsex. You will see, there's a lot to learn and very soon you'll be amazed of what you'll be able to do especially concerning shit eating."
Already, i regret my choice. My Master, why did He do this, there must be an error. But maybe this is my appropriate situation in life. Some are scientists, doctors, players, using their personal talent in these functions. The job that fits me the best in life, my personal talent, seems for me to be a pigslave, even if i could find this a bit disappointing. Oh noooo, it looks like i'm gonna eat shit everyday, it's disgusting ! Why did you press this button, you stupid slave ! At least you would have got a chance. But before i can react, a guard takes me and brings me to the slave transfer area. I'll be soon sent to my new pigslave level 2 life.