Slave Butt Boi's perspective
Several hours pass, I note the sun has reached its zenith and is starting to set. I hear that stupid off pitch tune, before I see Master. He's leading a line of naked people, three to be exact, towards me. As he gets closer I see they're women, a red head, a blond and a brunette. As they get closer I see the first two are Caucasian the brunette looks Asian. Like me, their hands are tied behind their backs, as well as being panel gagged.
Master is leading and slightly to the right of the coffle. To the left is a tall, muscular woman with a beautiful Golden Mane. She cracks a whip at the women and yells. "Aye, move you runty bitches, we ain't got all day for your soft Keb ways, move!" I notice she's careful not to damage the merchandise by striking it. Just a few hours seems to have taught me something of Slaver ways.
They stop roughly 10 feet from me and the flaxen haired Slaver spots me. She points at me and addresses Master. "Is that the boi, Bartram?"
He replies "Aye Jerah, it is. But I caught him fair and square, you got three of yer own. No fair poaching!" Her voice drips with contempt as she replies "You know it's not poachin, you galut. The House Of Kalima will pay you First Claim and quite handsomely. Even trade these three little earth sluts for him. Unless you want to challenge my Potentia?" She glares at him pointedly.
He grumbles but gives her no real reply. She walks up to me and puts her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the left. "You'll do little boi, you'll do nicely…if…Bartram! Better be honest, this bitch's arse is virgin, including you not taking it when you had the chance!"
"It is, it is." Master mumbles at her. "I only made'em suck me off the one time." Jerah turns to me and surprisingly pulls out what looks like a modern smartphone, maybe a little slimmer and more sophisticated. These two acted like they'd been cosplaying a DND type RPG, and now this. She's behaving like she's filming me and sending the pictures to somebody. The Mistress of the House Of Kalima, perhaps?
She pauses, then appears to be reading a text. "Ooooh, Mistress wants to promote a new First Stud, training a virgin bitch boi like this is a perfect test." She appears to be texting back. Then she addresses me directly for the first time, smiling wickedly. "Slave Butt Boi, Mistress decided that'll be your name for the next few weeks, though it'll be virgin for that much longer, if her First Stud is worthy."
She looked at the "phone" again. "Mistress decided I can tell you what's going on. The First Stud is the lead male slave handler for a great house. When there's a vacancy, the Master or Mistress picks a candidate from the male slave handlers to take the "Test Pretium".
"The handler must train a naked girl, or sexy little butt boi, without raping them for two weeks. It's a test of discipline, basically. If they rape their charge, they're unworthy, and will go back to being a rank and file slave handler, likely never to take the test again."
She looked in my eyes and her eyes glinted wickedly. "You're wondering what happens to the slave, of course. If he fails, the slave is usually sold to the lowest brothel in the worst part of town. Usually they die at the hands of a customer or of disease within six months." What struck me was the cruel glint in her eyes was gone, she spoke with bored indifference, like talking about vermin eliminated by an exterminator.
"The candidate and his slave come before the Mistress council at the end of two weeks. If he gets that far it's usually a formality, it's a forgone conclusion he's the new First Stud. He just needs the council's final seal of approval." She smiles at me knowingly.
"The slave's fate is decided by the Mistress Council. You usually won't have to worry about going to a brothel, they almost always keep you in house if they keep you a slave. They'll likely keep you a sex slave, but sex slaves in Great Houses have it better than sex slaves anywhere else on Tenebrae Mundi."
A small teasing gleam in her eye, and a little grin. "If they vote to release you from chastity, it's a good sign. They're probably going to free you into your Mundi. They may offer you a six month apprenticeship as a Freeman, first. My advice, if they do, take it. You'll return to this pathetic Terra with skills and connections few of your people have, maybe be one of our powerful proxies here. Of course, we're not worrying about your lot believing your "wild tale". Even if you could prove it, we could eliminate you first. But let's not put the cart before the horse."
I noticed over her left shoulder "Master" Bartram had tethered the coffle of girls to a tree by the redhead's tether. He detaches the Asian girl and ties her to a tree, much like me. Then the blond to a different tree. He stands looking lustily at the redhead's ass. She tries to keep her head bowed, but is nervous by Master's regard for her buttocks.
Jerah turns to Bartram and snaps "I'll give you a scrip for Buttboi, the restraints, and the chastity cage. Anything else?" Still leering at the girl's ass, he waves her off "Some old musty underwear I stuffed in his mouth, ain't worse a pence, comp me for all that, an we're good, love." He seemed mollified now that he had a new prize.
Jerah snorts in contempt, "I ain't your love, you son of a whore." She taps on her phone. "Check your device, it's there. If you're still too dumb to figure the bloody thing out, report to House Kalima's paymaster with proof of your name, he'll have a record of your compensation. "Master" had started rubbing the visibly scared girl's ass, and just responded with a grunt. Jerah looked disgusted as she turned back to me to cut my bonds.
She put a collar and leash on me. She spoke into her phone for the first time "House Kalima Portal." I couldn't help but feel some wonder as a shimmering half circle portal appeared as she walked towards it jerking my leash. She stopped and smiled that bemused, wicked grin again. "Welcome to a new world, Slave Butt Boi. Let's see if you're savvy…and fortunate…enough to remain among the living there." She jerked me through.
We were in what looked like a big marble bath house. We appeared directly in front of three bored pretty women, lounging on what looked like Roman couches. They were wearing diaphanous green gowns. When they saw Jerah they all jumped to their feet looking very afraid.
Mistress Jerah shouted "Awright, you sluts, I know you got word I was bringing the First Stud Candidate's test slave directly here, an yer still lounging around! This is Slave Butt Boi, he needs to be groomed and shaved for his New Master. The Candidate will be here in half a cycle, his slave will be ready for him, or I'll see the lot of you in the Shanty Town brothels by first Moon Rise!"
The three slave (or servant) girls grabbed me as Jerah unclipped my leash and walked away. They roughly forced me to sit in one of the sudsy, nearly scalding hot water tubs. As they hurriedly scrubbed me, obedience was enforced by yelling, slapping me in the back of the head, flicking my nipples, and reaching underwater to flick my caged nuts. I tried to stay quiet and obedient while my three frightened slave Mistresses washed me.
They dragged me out and forced me to stand, shaving my legs, armpits and any other visible body hair in a terrified rush. A pixie cut blond used what looked like a tattoo gun on me, except it left an instant mark of a cock and balls in a crossed out symbol. She marked me in the center of my chest, just above my ass, and my upper back. She took some pity on me and actually explained the procedure, whispering in my right ear.
"Ya see love, lots of horny sods around here wanting to throw a fuck inta a pretty boi like you. This marks you as non free use, and color coded as the First Stud Candidate's slave, fucking you is castration or death, offender's choice. Course yer goin to a Shanty Town Brothel to suck n fuck big, greasy, filthy cocks." She giggles like that's humourous, though she didn't find it funny when it was threatened to her.
"But don wurry, my lil pretty, with the mark, odds are vanishingly small o that happening. If The Mistress Council decides to keep you, it'll be removed, and one identifying what type of sex slave you are will be applied. You'll probably have to start out as a house hospitality slut, lowest of the low. All your "clients" got to get screened for diseases and wear jimmy covers, so not too bad, we all been there, luv."
"Now If the Mistress Council decides to free you, or-" she breaks off, and giggling gives the other girls a "Should I tell him?" look. Her companions, a long and short haired brunette, titter and put their fingers to their lips in a shush gesture. No more info for Butt Boi. I'm grateful for what she gave me, but what I don't know makes me really nervous. Or…..?
Then a chime sounds, and the shorthaired brunette goes behind the couch to look at what appeared to be a decorative podium. I guess it's some kind of terminal, I see a green screen glare on her face. "The Candidate is coming!" She gasps in horror. "Quickly, stand'em up in front!"
Three sets of women's hands shove me up to a large archway. The short dark haired girl, who seems to be their leader, has acquired a flogger from somewhere and is whipping my ass ordering me to stand up straight. Blondie on my right and the other brunette on the left, flick my nuts and slap the back of my head, yelling orders that I can't comprehend. Then HE walks in….
My first indication is hearing the three of them gulp and fall back almost simultaneously. My eyes rest on him, he's 6'3 easy, 270 pounds of pure muscle. Shav ed head, with a dark beard and mustache. Eyes hard as flint. Bare chest with a tattoo of a dancing, evil looking Goddess, with a necklace of skulls around her neck; I was later to learn this was the Sigil of House Kalima. He was wearing dark trousers and boots.
I'd never considered myself gay before, but I felt a slight twinge in my locked genitals at his raw male energy washing over me. Then my eyes dropped to his genitals. Anything sexual I felt turned to pure horror. The tent in his pants was huge, he had a real python down there. The fabric of his breeches was strained taut and looked ready to explode in a shower of fabrics.
"Bring me the Divan!" He yelled at my three Mistresses. I heard them scrambling around behind me in desperation. Short haired Blondie and long haired Brunette dragged a backless couch around and in back of him. He stepped purposely forward and grabbed my leash dragging me to his seat.
He sat down and turned me over his knees. I felt his boner pressing into my belly. "You three are witnesses, the ritual bare hand whipping of the Candidate's Test Slave commences the trial of the Future First Stud Of House Kalima."
The three female slaves intone ritualistically, "The bare hand whipping of the Candidate's test slave commences, so begins the trial of the Future First Stud Of House Kalima, so mote it be, we are witnesses."
His calloused bare hand claps down on my naked rump. I'd been spanked as a kid, and it hurt, but this makes those look like love taps! As he raises his hand for the second strike I have one thing I want to keep, and one thing I want to regain. My anal virginity and my freedom….