Unikue

The Slave School

Chapter 1
The Arrival

A letter was in the mail to the Robertson house from the schoolboard.

Dear Robert Robertson,

It is with some regret that I must inform you of the temporary closure of the Archer Elementary for extensive maintenance work we cannot put off any longer. Christopher and Andrew will be enrolled at the Gallian Private School next month along with many of their classmates due to insufficient places at other public schools.

Please sign and return the attached forms by next week.

Superintendant Blaire.

Robert read the letter and almost couldn't believe it. Gallian wasn't so much a private school as it was a charity school with certain strict rules. He read the letter to his wife Barbara and she exclaimed "So it looks like the boys will be going to that slave school."

"We did talk about the boys getting more discipline. Andrew's grades have been falling, you know what would happen if he got caught up in the wrong crowd," she continued. Barbara was always worrying about little and big things. She knew that if Andrew ever committed a crime, he would get sentenced to temporary enslavement anyways.

Robert said, "If we go all in, the government will give us some money for the year to try it out."

Barbara said, "Well lets see how the boys will handle less modesty."

The parents didn't tell the boys much until they dropped them off at the Gallian school in some decent looking clothes. There were other boys just like them, none of them knew the truth. There was no way to run once they got in the gate, and it was only then they saw the naked boys.

Andrew was twelve and he was looking around the playground before school and saw a naked boy reading a book against a tree. Andrew said, "Hi, I'm Andrew!"

The naked boy put his book down and said, "I'm Paul. You must be one of the public school boys."

Andrew got a full view, but something was around Paul's genitals. "What is that thing around your dick?"

Paul explained, "Thats my chastity pod. Every boy here has one, it prevents us from playing with ourselves. Every boy also has a collar and a brand." As he mentioned the collar he demonstrated how tight it was, and showed Andrew the school's brand on his bum. "Some boys have a butt plug."

"I don't want one of those," Andrew exclaimed with a disgusted look on his face.

"You won't have a choice!" Paul said, "Do you think they ask a slave before they do something to him?"

"I'm not a slave!" Andrew yelled.

"You will look like me within an hour, mark my words," Paul said. "You better behave if you want to keep these," he demonstrated with touching his testicles. "When you come here, you have been sold! They own your ass! If you misbehave too many times the first thing they will do is cut your balls off and you will spend a week in the brothel. If you are incorrigible, they can put you down."

"What they will kill me?" Andrew expressed shock.

"Three years ago when I came here, there was another new boy named Danny. He was ten. He was so rambunctious he was castrated within six weeks. When his behaviour became too much he found himself in a chair infront of an assembly, they injected something into him and he fell asleep – he never woke up again." Paul said.

Andrew wanted to change the subject so he asked Paul, "When was the last time you jacked off?"

"They let me out last month on my birthday. Usually its once a year, so every boy here is always horny," Paul explained. "The boys that get castrated don't have to wear the pods anymore, but they also don't really masturbate either."

"Can I look closer at it?" Andrew cautiously asked.

"Sure, we don't have any modesty left here," Paul said.

Andrew looked closely at the pod, it encased the penis completely forcing it into a confined space, while the testicles were mostly allowed to hang freely but with a brace around the top.

The bell rang. Paul yelled, "We better get to class, you don't want to be late." The two boys ran to the building and the clothed boys lined up in one line and the naked boys in another.

Andrew was initially put in a class of twenty students, five of the boys wore clothes, the rest naked. Incidently, it was to allow for the clothed boys to be processed only a few at a time. Within half an hour of class starting, Andrew found himself in a medium sized room with the rest of the clothed boys from his class.

The man with them ordered, "Take off all your clothing, including your undergarments and your shoes. You will no longer need them."

Andrew was defiant, "I don't want to be naked like everyone else!"

The man made a quick phone call, and two boys walked it. They were naked like all the other boys at the school, but Andrew noticed a key difference – they didn't have any pods. The boys told the five clothed boys, "If you don't want to end up like us, do as he asks!" They both lifted up their cocks. Andrew and the other four boys saw the two didn't have any testicles.

Paul had told the truth at least about that Andrew thought. So he took off his clothing. He was the first one naked, and the man took note of his uncircumsized penis hanging over a plump set of testicles. Only one of the boys had a circumsized penis, not that it would be visible in a moment.

The man gave each of the boys their collars, and photos were taken for their school records. Andrew couldn't get used to the collar it was so tight. "Sir, the collar is too tight!"

The man said, "You'll get used to it. You need to remember you are slaves here. We have to make sure you always remember that. Now bend over the dais."

Andrew bent over the dais, and the two eunuchs locked his wrists in. The man took the brander and touched Andrew's bum with it, he screamed. "Now for disobedience you will get ten lashes on your bum, and our largest plug. You will yell out the number for each lash, or it won't count."

The poor boy felt a lash across his bum, and he yelled out "ONE!", and again, "TWO!", and it went on like that until "TEN!". Afterwards the man took out a large size 15 plug and showed it to Andrew, "Please sir! Not that." The man swapped the plug out for a smaller size 8 that shouldn't have any trouble going in. It came prelubed, so Andrew's virgin hole hurt but it did go in. Before Andrew was released, the man put a pod over his penis and an injection to get his horniess up to speed faster.

The other boys were sat down in chairs that formed to their bums perfectly. They felt a quick jab of pain to their right butt cheek. The man put a pod over their penises, and before they could get up a size 4 plug was inserted into their rectums. One of them yelled, "Get it out, get it out!"

The man yelled back, "Non-sense! All of you public school boys are going to feel the plug. You have lived undisciplined lives until now. Many of our students go on to be successful slaves, and we won't deny you that potential."

The four boys went back to class, but Andrew was sent to the nurse who took care of his whips, and his more severe branding. He wouldn't be able to sit on his bum for a few days, so he was put in a cage at the front entrance of the school for display of what happens when you misbehave.

Chapter 2
Going Home

After three days in the cage, Andrew's wounds were mostly healed and he was allowed to go back to class with a gag. They were doing math, simple stuff mostly. But before too long it was the end of the day and all the new slaves were allowed to go back to their parents for the weekend.

Andrew saw his brother Christopher for the first time in days, and he looked the same as him – tight collar, chastity pod, and brand. Andrew couldn't say anything because of the gag, but they comforted each other by eyes alone.

The boys going on his bus were all lined up and a man put manicles on each of the boys with their hands tied behind their backs. An knee hobbler was also given to each boy so they couldn't run anywhere. Finally, all of them were relieved of their plugs. They were lead by chain out to the school bus, but it was a modified school bus. Instead of seats there were cages.

Andrew was first, the man pressed a button and a tray popped out that was shaped for a boy his size. Andrew was positioned so his behind was just above the indentation meant for it, and it lifted and impaled the poor slave with another larger butt plug. A tube was put on his chastity pod and plugged into his gag. When the tray was put back into the cage it had Andrews legs bent like a Z exposing his genitals and bum. His brother was put in beside him and given his own gag. After about half an hour the 30 boys were trayed in the hot bus.

Before the bus left, the plugs started cleaning the boys out with an enema. It was a strange turn on for the boys after being so horny for a week. The bus started moving, and the plug started to milk their prostates. It started to really relax the boys after the stress they went through their first week as slaves. Combined with the movement of the bus, the boys all had anal orgasms that caused cum to gush out of the forced flaccidity of their locked penises right into their mouths. Although it relieved their stress, it didn't really satisfy them – they were all even more horny afterwards.

Andrew and Christopher were released from the bus and their gags taken out, and lead to their parent's house. The chain between the boys was tied to a point next to the porch, they rang the doorbell, and left. The boys had to stand for twenty minutes before their mother came out to get them.

Andrew and Christopher were about to try to hug their mother because they missed her but she stopped them first. "You will address me as Mistress while you are in your slave gear. I will take you up to your rooms where you will wait for your Master to get home. Nod if you understand." The two boys nodded. She grabbed the chain and led the two naked boys into the house and up to a room that used to belong to Andrew. But all the stuff was gone, in its place were two cages next to each other.

Andrew yelped, "What happened to all my stuff!" Mistress slapped him in the face, "You will get lashes for that outburst slave!"

She opened the first cage and undid Christopher's hobble and hands. "Chrisopher, get into the cage dear. You can lie down on the mat and rest until your Master gets home."

Christopher got into the cage and she locked the cage behind him.

In Andrew's case, she tied each arm to separate chains on the wall and unlocked his two hands from each other. She didn't want him to make the mistake of trying to get the better of her. While against the wall she grabbed a bamboo rod and slapped his bottom three times. He screamed at each one. "You will learn discipline!" she said.

She opened the other cage and let the defeated boy into it.

The boys were in their cages for an hour when their Master came home. He spoke with authority, "Christopher will be freed for the weekend, but Andrew will have to wait until Saturday. When you are released, you will still be naked, but you can call me 'dad' again. Nod if you understand."

Christopher nodded, but Andrew didn't bother. "Andrew will get more lashes for disobedience," Master said. He unlocked Christopher's cage and the slave got out of it. He took off the hobble braces around his knees, and the manicles on his hands. "Christopher, you are free for the weekend, but don't misbehave and do not go wandering off – you are still a slave according to the police – and runaways are treated harshly," and he demonstrates by touching his testicles caught behind his own trapped little penis.

At dinner, Christopher was at the table with his parents, while Andrew was still locked up for his misbehaviour. His mother asked him, "So Christopher, how was your first week at school?"

"Well, some of it sucked, but other parts were fun," he said.

"What didn't you like?" his father asked.

"Well, I am constantly horny and when they put us on the bus they cleaned us out and we got an orgasm – but it only made it worst! It is so frustrating."

"Well, I do have a way of fixing that for you," his father said.

"What father?"

"The reason why you slaves all have plugs for your first week and later is to make your butt hole bigger," his father elaborated.

"For what?" the boy naively asked.

His father got up and pulled down his shorts and revealed a huge hard cock. "For one of these," his father said.

"Can we try tonight father?" Christopher asked.

"If you mother is okay with it," he said as he pulled his shorts back on.

His mother said, "We can all do it together. Now what did you like about your first week?"

"Everybody looked the same and was in the same situation. There were preppy kids bullying other kids, everyone was equal. We also played lots of games, and concentrated on our classes a lot more."

"That is excellent, son."

"Mom, why did you make Andrew and I slaves?" he asked.

"Your old school was closing for the year, and we were worried about Andrew's behaviour. The fact he is in the cage right now is ample evidence. We wanted you both to experience it together."

"Mom, did you know that some slaves are castrated and some are even killed?"

"Son, it is true that some disobedient slaves are castrated. You are livestock now, so you have to remember that. When livestock is unmanagable anymore, they have to be put down. You don't have to worry though, because you are a good slave aren't you?"

Always eager to please Christopher said, "I am and I will!"

A few minutes more of eating, and Christopher asked, "Will we be able to play with Andrew tonight?"

His father said, "Andrew is not being a good slave. It would be wrong to reward him with pleasure, but we can punish him the same way that you are going to get relief. Its just a slight difference in method."

Christopher said, "At school I saw a poster about ponyboys. It looked cool, maybe Andrew should do that!"

His father said, "That is a really good idea. I think there is an audition tomorrow."

Chapter 3
Christopher's Relief and Andrew's Punishment

Later that evening his father led his son to their bedroom, and he saw Andrew tied down and his face planted in his mother's crotch. She was obviously getting something out of it. But Andrew was put aside, and his father instructed Christopher: "You will lick your mother's clitoris while I am inside you. Slaves are more for other's pleasure instead of their own."

"Yes father."

Her mother was near the edge of the bed, and he put his face into her shaved genitals and started to lick them. Meanwhile with his bum hanging over the bed his father grabbed him and gently put his lubed man cock inside of him and said, "Don't stop licking."

Barbara was getting waves of pleasure, and in the middle of her twenty orgasm run his father's cock was exploding into his bum while he got the most pleasureful set of orgasms – his body literally lit up the room – the perfect storm of orgasms. He was unconcious for a minute while his body recovered from the pleasure and illumination. His father said, "Lick off my cock, son."

Christopher licked it clean of all the cum that wasn't left inside of him.

"Now for Andrew's punishment," his father said. Andrew was positioned like he was on the bus – his father and him could see eye to eye as his father pushed his unlubed penis into his bum.

"AAAHH, TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT" he screamed. But his father didn't. As he started ramming his slave son, he said "This is your punishment for disobedience. Take it like a man!" Three minutes of unlubricated pumps into his bum ravaged the boy – but he didn't say anything over all the pain. His father took his penis out and ejaculated over the boy's trapped cock and all the way up to his mouth. His mother unlocked him and threw him back into his cage still wearing the cum, tieing his hands so he wouldn't be able to try to escape.

"Can I sleep with you two tonight," Christopher asked.

"I think you should sleep in your own bed tonight, son." his father said.

So the naked father led his naked son back to his cage, and locked it behind him.

Everyone but Andrew slept soundly. Christopher was free of the extreme horniness for the first time that week, and it was wonderful.

Chapter 4
A Pony's Freedom

Saturday morning came, and Christopher was let out of his cage by his father who still hadn't dressed. "Good morning Christopher, did you sleep well?" his father asked.

"Yes sir!" Christopher said. He remembered the joy his father's penis gave him the night before, and immediately went towards it and started sucking on it. Andrew watched his little brother from his cage, and wanted to get out and get the encrusted cum off of his body.

Christopher's father ejaculated into his waiting mouth which he swallowed without effort. "Thank you Christopher," his father said – thinking about how much better that is than what his wife or his hand can do. "Now lets get Andrew out of his cage, and you two better clean yourselves up."

The boys were freed and they had a shower together. Meanwhile, their mother was cooking bacon and eggs for them and slave porridge for the two boys. When the two naked boys appeared, their mother said, "You will both eat your porridge, and brush your teeth, so we can get going."

Andrew stated, "But mom, we don't have a spoon."

Their father said, "You don't need a spoon, you can either lick it up or angle the bowl into your mouth. If you pill any you will get more."

Andrew wasn't sure what kind of a threat that was, but the boys sat down and started tasting it. Andrew almost gagged, it smelled and tasted like cum, barely pallatable. But Christopher gobbled it up. Andrew was slower, but made sure he didn't drop any.

A few minutes later both boys felt their cocks try to get hard, but it was impossible. They had quite a bit of discomfort but the adults just kept eating.

"Andrew we are going to take you to a pony training camp," his father said.

All he could squeak out was "Yes master."

Christopher asked, "Could I try too father?"

"We will have to ask the organizer, Christopher. You might be too small, but we have to put you back into slave mode. Now lets get you two ready for transport," their father said.

Andrew already had his manacles and hobbler on – they were never taken off. But Christopher had to have his put back on, and their hands were put behind their backs and gags put in. They were lead out to the station wagon where the boys saw cages like the bus replacing the back seats. So Christopher was first, and the tray came down, he got in and it impaled him as it brought him up – the tube from his pod to gag was last. Andrew was next, and before too long the boys were being cleaned by the machine during the trip.

After the boys were clean on the inside, the machine started to massage their prostates and soon had the not so satisfying orgasm that started the cum from their penis into their mouths. But unlike the school bus this machine kept pumping cum into their mouths. By the time they got to the stables, both boys had swallowed ten mouthfuls.

The boys were let out in the parking lot, and they were led by chain up to the entryway. At the sign in there was a sign stating the slaves go one way and the masters go another. The attendant at the desk said, "Two slaves. Are these for tryouts?"

Their father said, "Yes, they have been slaves only a week. The one is not adjusting too well."

The attendant said, "Okay, they will have to be shoed and recollared. New entries have to be masked for a month, even when not at the stables. We are not liable for any damage from the shoes or collar change. The fees add up to $550."

Their father paid the woman and she looked at their pods, "Sir, these pods are going to have to be upgraded, they can't take the cords."

He gave her another hundred, and they walked into the stables.

The two boys were led by their neck cords over to the pod station. The chastity pods were removed, and both boys had an erection. First Andrew was sat up on the table with his legs held back like in the tray the cages had. "You are lucky boy, you are going to get the extra reinforced pods, they are mounted on the bone!" The attendant took what looked like a power drill and positioned it on one side of the urinary tract behind us balls. It had a hard point and he pushed it into his skin and boy screamed into his gag, while the man pushed the trigger and a post was secure into his bone. He grabbed three more and did them in a row. The man put a metal band and secured it around his balls. A shield was attached to the upper posts and it pushedus penis back until it attached to the lower posts. He attached a chain to the end of the new reinforced pod, and took the old chain off of his collar. "If you think that hurt, just wait until you get your shoes," the man said as another man led Andrew off. Christopher was next.

At the next station his collar and manacles were taken off. Instead, the man brought up a grotesquely thick collar with two large tubes hanging down the one side. The thick collar was quickly put around his neck. It was heavy steel, with at least an inch high thickness and another inch in depth. His arms were grabbed and taken to the large tubes now behind his collar going half way down his back. They were gentle put in the restraints, but still uncomfortable. After they were secure, the tubes were slid up tightening where his arms were.

He was led over to a station called the PonyShoe 2000. He stepped on the pads and a metal 'shoe' was attached to the bottom of his feet with guards for his toes. More metal went around the top of his foot and it all suddenly got hot on the bottom but he couldn't move his legs. "Don't worry, that is just the shoe bonding with your foot. We don't want your bare feet to get damaged."

After he was let out, he was having balance trouble. But he wasn't given too much time to worry about it. His face was put into a mask which blinded him and the only thing on the outside (which he couldn't see) was his number 53.

Later before the trials started their parents were in the bleechers watching #53 and #54 pulling light carts really fast.

The End