MY FIRST YEAR AS A PIGSLAVE

Story by dicaleb

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 17th 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 17th 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.

...............................

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 17 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 18th 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 18 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 19 yo, the percentage of getting out slaves is 15

percent, then 10 percent at 20 yo and so on. 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 17 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

tha

 t 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 unt

 il 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 wi

 th 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 hu

 miliated 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 guy who's just bought me. He's got a beard and greasy half

long hair. 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.

..................................

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.

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.

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.

....................................................

Today, i'm 18 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 19 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.

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