     THE ARKANSAS PROGRAMME - Part  5		





By Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

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BACK TO THE SLAVE AUCTION



As we sped through the countryside in the back of the pickup,
Mitch, Dave, Jim and I had a chance to talk about our three
months on the road gang.  We had certainly all changed - Mitch,
Dave and I had been in good shape before we started because of
our past lives, but our muscles had taken on a new, lean,
stringy texture because of the incessant hard work.  And young
Dave, who had been very much the typical young guy who had never
looked after himself particularly well, had filled out too, and
now had a body he could be proud of.  We were, of course, all
tanned a deep brown all over because of working naked in the sun
for all those weeks.



There had been other changes in us, too.  When we first joined
The Arkansas Programme, we had been ashamed of our bodies and
humiliated by the need to appear naked in front of the buyers
and guards.  But now, after three months when we had had not a
scrap of clothing at all, we were perfectly used to nudity in
public and it didn't feel at all strange to work and sleep
totally nude.  And, of course, we had all got used to having
erections in public: even guys who appear naked in front of
others occasionally, in the locker room at the gym for example,
don't experience this.  Although I had often looked at the other
guys in the communal showers (not because I am gay, but because
it's natural for guys to compare themselves with their fellows -
it's part of being a competitive male!), I had never really seen
another erect cock except in porno movies and magazines.  But
living a communal life totally in the nude, there was no way of
avoiding seeing other guys' erections, and, of course, of having
them see mine.



The totally nude communal life had also had another effect on us
- except for Mitch, who had lived in Marine barracks, we hadn't
been used to pissing, crapping and sleeping in the same room as
a lot of other men.  Now it simply didn't occur to me to be in
any way shy or embarrassed about pissing in front of other men,
or of crouching down over the crap holes with other guys on
either side of me.  And, of course, I was used to the constant
snoring, farting, and little moans and cries that the other guys
made in the communal bunk room as we tried to snatch a few hours
precious sleep before the next day's arduous toil.



When we arrived at the Auction Centre there were already six
other experienced slaves like us waiting, and another 10 new
slaves.  It was really interesting to see the differences
between us:  the 10 of us who were coming back to be
re-auctioned were muscular, fit, tanned, and completely at ease
with our nakedness.  The 10 new slaves, here for the first time,
were pale, flabby in places, and standing around trying to cover
their genitals with their cupped hands.



The 10 of us who were to be re-auctioned were taken into the
communal shower room, and the guards came around with the
special little tool that unlocked the semi-circular hoop holding
our cock bars, which they then pulled out of our cocks.  The
guards said that slaves used to be auctioned properly ringed,
but that some potential customers had complained that they
couldn't get the feel of a slave's cock properly with the bar in
place, so the easiest way was to have all of us "au naturel" for
the inspection.  Our cock bars would then be re-fitted after the
auction, before our new owners collected us.  The rings in our
noses were kept in though, as a guard told me that potential
owners rarely wanted to feel a slave's nose! 



The guards then proceeded to give us an enema.   We were all
made to kneel down in a line, and told to press our shoulders to
the floor to expose our asses fully.  Then the guards came along
and, one by one, inserted a stainless-steel nozzle up our ass
and turned on a flow of water.  We were left kneeling there for
a few minutes until it felt as if my guts were breaking, then
the guards told us we could crouch down and let go.  There was a
terrible stench as all 10 of us voided our bowels onto the floor
of the shower room, but the guards soon hosed the semi-liquid
crap down one of the drains, and we were commanded to kneel down
again, so the procedure could be repeated.



We were all flushed out four times, until the water forced out
of us was running clean.  Then the guards turned on the shower
heads, and we soaped each others' bodies and really got clean.



We then had to make pairs, and each pair was given a disposable
razor so that we could shave our balls and faces.  I knew how to
do this properly, now, and almost instinctively knelt down on
one knee so that Jim could place one foot on my thigh.  This
exposed his balls nicely, so I could shave them more easily. 
Then I stood up and shaved his face, and he in turn knelt down
so that I could place one foot on his thigh so that my own balls
were exposed for shaving.  Finally, we got together so that one
guy knelt down and the others lay at right angles across his
back in turn.  Reaching behind we could then pull our ass cheeks
apart, to allow our partner to shave up our ass cracks properly.
 



I remember the first time I had been shaved by another guy, and
had shaved him, and how I had felt revulsion at the thought of a
razor that had been on another man's face and balls running over
my face.  But after three months of this, I now never gave it a
second thought. And in my previous life I had never touched
another man's body, and now I could lie across the hot, naked
back of another guy and feel his bony spine pressing against my
cock and balls without having any particular thoughts of
revulsion.



There was a surprise then for us - the guards directed all 10 of
us into a large communal sauna as they wanted to sweat out any
residual dirt that had been grained into our skin so that we
would look as good as possible for the auction.  I had been in a
sauna before in a fancy hotel I once stayed in, and had quite
liked it, although I had only been able to endure about eight
minutes of the firey hot, super-humid air in there.  Like all
the American guys at the hotel, I had gone into that sauna in my
swimming shorts, and I had been surprised when some European
business men who were also staying there had joined us buck
naked.  They laughed at us for wearing our shorts, and told us
that in Europe everyone went totally naked into a sauna - how
else could our asses sweat properly, they asked!



Now of course I had no choice and I was naked in the sauna, and
I saw what those Europeans had meant.  The sweat streamed down
me, and instead of getting soaked up in my shorts, it ran on
down my belly to join the sweat pouring from my cock and groin. 
It actually did feel better to be naked.



We were locked in for about 20 minutes, by which time most of us
were rather distressed by the heat and humidity, but when the
guards unlocked the door we ran out to find the traditional end
of a sanua had been given a new twist. Instead of a gentle
cool-ish shower, the guards had a high-pressure pipe blasting
icy cold water at us:  after the heat of the sauna, it was
actually invogorating initially, but they kept it up for too
long so we soon were all shivering and trying to shield our
bodies from the cold as best we could.  The guards were all
laughing to see us 10 studs crouching and dodging, trying to
hide behind each other.  And the icy water had  that other well
known effect on us - all our cocks shrivelled up and our balls
retreated from our sacs up into the body cavity.  



When the water was finally turned off, we all stood there
gasping and palming the lose water off our bodies with our
hands.  We were just left there for about 10 minutes to finally
dry in the air, and then the guards handed out bottles of body
oil and we were ordered to rub it into each other.  The guards
emphasised "all over", saying that we should be particularly
make sure that our ass cracks were fully slicked, and that our
cocks and sacs got a good coating.  Seeing that Jim and I were
both uncircumcised, they also ordered us to make sure that our
foreskins were pulled back and oiled underneath, so that they
would slide pleasingly if any of the buyers wanted to inspect
our cock heads fully. 



I have to say we looked a magnificent sight after the oiling -
10 great naked bodies, shining in the lights like so many horse
chestnuts when they are freshly cracked out of their spiky outer
coverings in Autumn!  We stood around chatting, waiting to see
what happened next, and one of the six who  was from the other
batch of slaves told me that he had just come back from a
two-month assignment in a Sex Parlour, and was looking forward
to now being sold for a "proper" heavy manual job - although he
knew his muscles would ache every night from unrelentless hard
work, he thought that would be better than having his anus
constantly aching from being fucked.  He grinned as he told me
that that was what he thought we would all be sold for this time
around - if we were lucky!   



I asked him what he meant, and he said that although being
fucked by the Sex Parlour's customers was bad, the very worst
that could happen was that you might be bought by a Pain Palace.
He was about to elaborate on this, when the guards herded us
through a door and out into the auction ring.



"The ring" was just that - a wooden wall about 3 feet high,
enclosing a circle about 20 feet in diameter.  The ring was
surrounded by tiers of seats, that were occupied by the
potential buyers.  We were told to start running, and began to
race around the outside of the ring.  On and on we ran, cocks
bouncing up and down, so that the potential buyers could get a
good look at our bodies in action.  Bright lights shone down on
us, and after a few revolutions of fast running we were all
sweating, with little streaks of sweat starting to appear on our
oiled bodies.



We ran on an on, for about 20 minutes in all, and we could only
do this because we were all in such superb physical condition. 
When we were allowed to stop, we were tired, though, as running
makes quite different use of your muscles from the work we had
been doing.  We mostly stood by the walls of the ring, with our
chests heaving up and down as we sucked in air following the
harsh exercise.  Several of the buyers left their seats to come
down to the edge to get a closed look at us, and we were ordered
to turn around, put our hands in the air, bend over, and do
other simple things like that so that the buyers could get a
proper look at all aspects of our bodies.



It was then time to be displayed properly.  We left the ring,
and the guards gave us a scrap of towel to wipe over our bodies
to remove the excess sweat and oil.  We were led into the
inspection room, and saw running down the middle a set of
tables, each about four feet square and with the tops consisting
of a sheet of mirror glass.



The guards came along and fitted display collars to each of us -
a broad leather band around our necks, fastening with a neat
buckle at the front.  At the back of the collar there were two
straps, and we had to cross our arms behind our necks so that
our wrists could be strapped to the collar.   The collar itself
was about 4" wide, so the effect was to force us to hold our
heads high, and with our shoulders pulled back as a result of
our arms behind our heads, our pecs were forced into high relief.



Next we were told to get up onto a table and kneel, with our
feet overhanging the end, and our legs were then pushed as far
apart as possible by the guards and our ankles and knees
strapped to the table by small straps poking up through the
mirrored surface.  It was somewhat uncomfortable at first to
kneel with my legs wide apart, and the longer I stayed there,
the worse it got as my groin muscles were put under an unusual
strain.  But I realised why this was being done - the mirrored
surface gave potential buyers a good view of my cock, sac and
ass;  my chest was pushed nicely forward by the collaring;  and
my cock and sac were now at a very convenient height for
inspection.



We had all been kneeling therefore about 10 minutes before the
buyers started to come through and look us over.  They were all
"suits" - elegantly dressed men in well cut clothes for
expensive designers, with flashes of expensive gold watches
poking from under their silk shirts - clearly there was a lot of
money in the slave trade!  They were quite uninhibited about
discussing us in front of us. just as if we were not there. 
Indeed, to them we appeared just to be animals, and they could
have been talking about buying a prize heiffer, or a dog!



Mitch was on my left, and he and I were both being inspected
closely by two buyers  who were from a  Sex Parlour.  They
admired our general physiques, and were interested particularly
in my uncut cock - this was "something special" that thought
they could offer their customers, as it was relatively rare to
get an uncircumcised slave (all of us on The Arkansas Programme
were Americans - the Government was still experimenting with
this method of punishment and rehabilitation, and had not
implemented it for foreign criminals yet.  Therefore almost all
of the slaves were circumcised, reflecting the make-up of the
American population in general).  One of them reached down and
casually stroked my cock to make me erect, then slid my foreskin
backwards and forwards appreciatively so that he could cover and
reveal my cock head.  They joked as they did this, and were
discussing whether they could charge a premium for a night with
me for the "novelty value".  But one said to the other that some
customers might be put off, and worry that "disease might be
lurking under there".  The other thought not, and said that he
thought that the way my piss slit was just revealed whilst my
cock was flacid was kind of exciting.



A second set of buyers, from anothe Sex Parlour, inspected me,
and Mitch.  Unlike the first set, they didn't seem too
interested in my cock, merely noting to each other that it was
"adequate".  My groin and thighs were very painful by now, as I
had been kneeling for over 40 minutes in the relatively painful
position, but worse was to come!



These buyers hooked a finger through my nose ring and pulled my
head forwards and down, until it was almost touching the glass
surface of the display table.  My ass of course went up in the
air as my shoulders came down, and the strain on my butt and
thigh muscles was indescribable.  My anus was completely
exposed, and then I felt the tip of a finger probing it, and
forcing its way in. 



I'd never had anything up my ass before, and I tried to clamp my
sphincter shut to keep to the finger.  But the more I pressed,
the harder the finger wriggled and pushed, until it was sunk
fully in me, and I could feel the guy's palm against my ass
cheek.



"He's certainly tight - I think we have ourselves a real virgin
here!", one buyer said to the other.



"We ought to be able to get a premium price from the first
customer who has the chance to deflower him - or we could offer
a 'real rape', with a truly brutal first thrusting.  It'll be
worth bidding high for this one - it's not many survive as
virgins after a time in prison - it shows how effective those
new cock bars must be in stopping the prisoners fucking each
other." 



I thought that they would bid for both Mitch and me, but then
another man came up and started to inspect us. He was somehow
ominous - he had hard eyes, and his steely fingers probed deeply
into my muscles, feeling the tone, to the extent that it hurt
and I gasped as he moved over my body.  He cupped my balls in
his hand, and rolled them around to feel their shape, again
making me wince and cry out.



"Shut up!", he commanded me.  "This is nothing to what you'll
experience if I buy you for the Pain Palace!".



He then turned his attention to Mitch, and went through the same
process of probing and squeezing his body all over.  Mitch
didn't cry out, as he had always seemed to be more stoical about
pain.  The buyer then saw Mitch's USMC tattoo on the other arm
from those we all had from The Arkansas Programme, and looked at
Mitch and said



"How long were you in the Marines?"



"Sir, all my working life, Sir.  From 18 until now, 10 years,
Sir".



"Excellent.  At the Pain Palace we have had good experiences
with Marines.  Not only do you go through a lot in training, but
you are specially taught to put up with conditions that the
average man - even the average soldier - would find intolerable.
 A lot of that training and experience sticks, so our clients
can subject you to harsher regimes without you fainting away!".



He walked off, and Mitch and I just looked at each other - what
was going to be in store for us?



On the other side of me was Jim, and he too had been inspected
by the buyers from the Sex Parlour.  But now coming down the
room were a couple of buyers who basically ignored most of the
nude slaves and came straight to Jim.



"Are you the guy with four kids?", one of them asked.



"Yes".



Turning to his companion, one said to the other "Four kids by
the age of 24.  And the records say that another was on the way
when the mother went to the Welfare for advice.  They got her an
abortion, and had this slave put on the Programme to stop his
feckless breeding of kids they were too poor to support.  Still,
it means he must have strong sperm and be very fertile.  Let's
see, shall we?"



With that, he reached forward and grasping Jim's cock started to
masturbate him.  Like all of us, Jim had not been able to jerk
off much whilst we were on the road gang, as the cock bar made
wanking uncomfortable.  Some slaves on the gang never wanked,
but the "studs" amongst us persisted (and Jim certainly did). 
But even so, we usually only masturbated once every couple of
days, and in my "normal" life I usually jerked off at least
twice a day.



In the bunk house, lying there nude, I had seem Jim climax
himself and the volume of jism he produced was impressive.  But
I don't think he can have done it last night, because he was
completely ready to fire, and after only a few strokes from the
buyer he shot a huge load. It spurted out at great force, with
four "after shocks" of almost equal force, covering the glass in
front of him.  He continued to kneel there, with the after-cum
dribbling out of his cock as he subsided back from being erect,
and his foreskin once again covered his cock head.



The buyers seemed very impressed.



"Of course it would be good to be able to have this semen
analysed for viability", one said, "but I guess we just have to
take it on trust that he's not firing blanks now!  The volume is
certainly impressive, and I think we should make a high bid to
secure him for the Stud Farm."



On the other side of Jim, I could see that young Dave was
attracting a lot of attention, too.  But I was glad that the
buyer from the Pain Palace seemed to have ignored him, and only
the buyers from the Sex Parlours had made a thorough inspection
of him.



The guards them came through and told the buyers that the
auction was about to start, and they all left to go into the
auction room.  The guards came along unstrapping us from the
tables, and we were able to climb down, and ease the agony in
our butts, thighs, and groins.



Our neck collars were kept on, and our arms kept strapped behind
our heads, as the guards lined us by the door waiting to go into
the auction room.  They came along and wiped us over again with
a scrap of towel to finally remove sweat and any semen from the
inspections, and pushed us together.  I was forced forwards into
Mitch, and Jim was pushed into me, and our bodies were
sandwiched together intimately.  I could feel the warmth of
Mitch's back and butt against my chest and stomach, and the wiry
hair that covered Jim was pressed into my back.  My cock was
lodged in the crack between Mitch's bubble but, and Jim's chunky
prick was pressing insistently against my own ass.  None of us
was erect, but we were pushed together so tightly waiting to be
auctioned that there was nowhere else for our cocks to go!



We were all sweating with the tension, and my nose was picking
up Mitch's delicious man scent as my nose was against his
muscular shouler.  As we all shuffled slightly to try to get
comfortable, I also got little whiffs of that very strong man
scent that is generated from the glands around the cock and ass,
as air was forced up between our naked perspiring bodies.  I had
never felt so naked, so vulnerable, or so close to these buddies
who had become true comrades during my time of the road gang.



I whispered to Mitch "Good luck - this may be the last time we
see each other.  But let's try to keep in touch - if we're sold
for the same time periods, we ought to be back here at the same
auction in a couple of months".



Jim was whispering to me "Oh man - what the hell are we in for
now?  A Sex Parlour, or a Stud Farm?  I don't want to be fucked
all the time, but I guess being on a Stud Farm might not be too
bad - I could certainly fuck a different woman every night, and
even if they're old or flabby, it would be better than having a
guy's prick up my ass all the time!".



One by one we were led through a door, and I could hear Mitch
being auctioned.  There was very spirited bidding going on
between two potential buyers, and he was ultimately sold for
$20,000 a month.

 

Then it was my turn.  I was led up onto a small stage, and the
auctioneer read out my slave number and my vital statistics.  He
reminded the audience that this was only my second auction, that
I had previously been on the road gang, and that "I was thought
to be a virgin".  I was expecting the buyers from the Sex
Parlours who had inspected me so thoroughly to be bidding
against each other, but saw a big, muscular guy who was dressed
quite unlike the other buyers having a quiet word with the two
sets of "suits".  This new bidder was in dirty jeans and a plaid
work shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal bulging muscles
in his bronzed, hairy arms.  He had a protective helmet, as you
wear on building sites, on his head, and stout work boots.  To
my amazement, none of "the suits" bid, and the auctioneer was
clearly pissed off when he had to knock me down to this tough
guy for only $1000 a month.



I was led off, out through a door on the other side of the
auction room, and a guard came up to me and pushed a cock bar
through the holes in my cock, and snapped the restraining hoop
around and locked it in position.  I was put into a cage with
some of the other slaves who had been sold earlier.  I could
hear Jim being auctioned as I left, and he, like Mitch, was
being spiritedly bid for by at least two sets of potential
buyers.



The cage was on a loading bay at the back of the building, and
already a large black stretch limo was drawn up.  Mitch was
standing by the car, and the guards had unshackled him from his
neck collar and removed it, and now had his hands cuffed in
conventional cuffs behind his ass.  The hard-eyed man who had
bid for him cam out, and the chauffeur of the limo opened the
door for him.  The chauffeur then popped the trunk, and Jim was
made to climb in.  The last I saw of the tough marine was as he
curled his long, hard body up to fit in the trunk, before the
lid was slammed down and the limo swept away.



I waited in the cage along with the others, until a beaten-up
pickup came around.  I was taken out of the cage, and led down. 
The guards removed my neck collar and freed my arms, and  asked
the buyer - the guy in the shirt and jeans - whether he wanted
me cuffed with my hands in front or behind.  



The buyer came up to me, looked me straight in the eyes, and
said "Son, there are two ways we can do this.  Either you can
come unwillingly, and I will keep you chained up whilst working,
and whip you if you don't work hard enough.  Or you can be
grateful that you've been saved from one of those sex places, at
least for the time being, and come to work for me willingly for
a few months."



"I picked you because you have experience of working on a
building site, and our project is in trouble.  The boys around
here don't want all the really hard site work, they just want to
sit in the machine cabs and listen to music all the day whilst
the machines do the work.  But there's a whole lot of stuff
where only muscle will do - I think you've done this kind of
work before, and now you're obviously in great shape.  Will you
work willingly, in which case I'll treat you like a normal human
being, as far as the law allows?"



I told him I would work, and he told the guard I didn't need
cuffing.  He then told the guard to take the cock bar out of my
cock, and to remove my nose ring!  The guard got his tool and
released the holding hoop and pulled the bar out of my cock, but
told my buyer that State law required all slaves on The
Programme to have at least the nose ring in.  He also reminded
him that I was required to be kept nude, so that all my brands
and tattoos were always visible, except that I could wear
"reasonable" protective clothing when doing hazardous work.



Rubbing my wrists and savouring the freedom, I went to climb
into the back of the pickup.



"No, son", my buyer said, "You said you would work willingly,
and I said I would treat you as far as possible like a regular
worker.  Workers ride up front.  Get in".



I got in to the passenger seat, and the naugahyde of the seat
was stingingly hot against my naked things, butt and back.  My
buyer continued  "My name's Jeff.  I'm the owner of the small
construction company that has bought your slave contract for
three months.  I got you at a bargain price because those guys
from the Sex Parlours are my sons in law, and they know they
would have real grief from their wives tonight if they outbid
their father in law for a slave!  That's the way we do business
around here."



"We'll stop off on the way to the site and buy you some proper
work boots, as I don't want you to get injured.  I could also
buy some jock straps, as the State will allow you to wear those
when doing 'hazardous' work on a site when your prick might get
caught in machinery or something - but I don't want you to look
ridiculous.  Most of the boys on the site only wear cut-offs in
Summer, so if you're totally naked you won't be so different. 
But I think if you wear a jock strap it will draw attention to
your ass especially, and I don't want you to be an object of
ridicule to them.  You're impressively hung, and going totally
nude, except for your boots and hard hat, might make them more
sympathetic to your position.  But it's up to you - what do you
want to do?"



I told him that I would prefer to go totally naked - I was used
to it by now, and, anyway, in the very hot humid weather, it was
actually more comfortable to have my cock and balls able to
sweat freely without being confined in shorts and underwear.



We drove on, and I started to look forward to my new job. 



End of Part 5.  To be continued. 



We will find out more about how a naked man lives in a clothed
society on the site.  And Steve will meet Mitch, Dave and Jim
again to find out how they faired after being sold to their new
owners.  But after the work on the site, Steve first gets
another slave role - where he is owned by a father who has
bought him for his 16 year old son.          



      



