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 CHANGED CIRCUMSTANCES A Sequel to "A Reversal of Fortune" Chapter 6: `Up on
the Bench'

   This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age
of eighteen years

   Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris) An archive of my stories can be found
at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean_Christophe_Stories

   "The characters and ideas contained in this story are the writer's and
shouldn't be used without permission.  Please respect the integrity of the
story and don't do any rewrites, alterations or add pictures."

   Chapter 6: `Up on the Bench"

   I rest on my hands and knees and I'm shivering- not from the icy
coldness of the stainless steel bench but rather from my trauma.  My whole
body quakes as I wait on the Registrar.  But he's not to be hurried.  He
walks slowly around the bench pausing several times to peer intently at me.

   As I wait on the Registrar, my emotions are raw; my body trembles
uncontrollably and I hear my wild sobbing.  I cry out in pain as the guard,
Harold applies his strap to my back before he is stopped by the Registrar.
Now I feel Cyrus Humboldt's hands move soothingly over my back as he gently
"shushes" me.  I respond to his touch and slowly my panic eases and my
crying subsides.  Through my misery, I hear the Registrar explaining his
actions to Jason.

   "Jason.  Sometimes the shock of what is happening to him traumatises a
new slave so much that it results in him losing control - just as we are
seeing with this slave.  If you think on it, Jason; just two hours ago this
slave was a free man completely unprepared for what is now happening to
him. And as soon as I've finished with him, he'll be taken to the forge for
branding and collaring.  I think you can appreciate how he feels at the
prospect of that?"

   "I sure can, Mr Humboldt and I really feel sorry for him.  I see you do
to.  Is that why you're being kind to him?"

   "KIND!" the Registrar snaps impatiently.  "I'm not being kind to him. 
I'm settling him down so that I can continue with my assessment of him. 
Jason you must NEVER be kind to a slave - he'll misunderstand your motives
and try to take advantage of your good nature."

   "I'm sorry, Mr Humboldt." A chastened Jason apologises.  "I thought you
were being kind to the slave - telling Harold not to use his strap on him
and stroking him like that.  I'm really sorry, Mr Humboldt.  I do have a
lot to learn about handling slaves, don't I?"

   "That's alright, Jason." The Registrar notes the young guard's
crestfallen expression and adopts a more conciliatory tone.  "I'm sorry
Jason, if I sounded abrupt with you.  I forgot it's only your second day on
the job and therefore you don't as yet know about these things.  Tell me
Jason - do you have a pet?"

   "Yes, Mr Humboldt.  I have a dog named Spike." Jason answers.

   "Then tell me Jason.  What do you do when Spike is upset or frightened?"

   "I pat him and hold him till he settles down, Mr Humboldt."

   "Exactly, Jason, and that's what I was doing with this slave.  I was
settling him down so that my assistant can milk him.  That's not kindness -
that's common-sense.  You do see the difference, don't you Jason?"

   "I do now, Mr Humboldt."

   "Then come over here and help me calm the slave ready for his milking."

   "What do you want me to do, Mr Humboldt?"

   "While I stroke his back you can reach under him and gently stroke his
chest and rub his belly.  That never fails to sooth a slave when he's
worked up and afraid.  Can you do that for me, Jason?"

   How can I describe my utter sense of shame or the humiliation I feel at
what is happening to me?  I kneel in abject misery as the Registrar and
Jason treat me no better than Jason's dog, Spike.

   Yet strangely, I do calm down - my crying lessens and my trembling
ceases as my body slowly responds to the stimuli of their hands.  If I'm
honest with myself, I would have to admit to the pleasurable feelings now
sweeping over me.

   My body has always been sensitive and responsive to the touch of my
former pleasure slaves - who were especially chosen for the lightness of
their touch - and now I find myself succumbing to the touch of these two
men who, for as long as I remain under their control, are my temporary
masters.

   As the two calm me, I give myself over to the soothing touch of their
hands; to the gentle stroking of my back and the ruffling of the hair on my
chest and stomach.  My skin comes alive with a million nerve ends all
sending little sparks of pleasure surging through me, my chest heaves and
my belly pulses with my rapid breathing.  My distress gives way to an
immeasurable delight and I feel that delightful tightening of my balls
within their sac and the inevitable thickening and lengthening of my cock
that presages an erection.  Soon my hips begin a slow, gentle thrusting and
I shiver in anticipation as I feel the Registrar's hands testing the
hardness of my arousal.  I hear him say.

   "Thank you, Jason.  I believe the slave is now calm enough for us to
continue."

   Wordlessly, the Registrar snaps his fingers at his slave who moves to
the bench and begins to masturbate me.  As he does so, I listen in to a
discussion between the Registrar and Jason about the ownership of slaves.

   "How many slaves do your parents own, Jason?"

   "None, Mr Humboldt," Jason answers embarrassed, "my parents are too poor
to own a slave."

   "Really!  It's most unusual for a family not to own at least one slave."
The Registrar can only guess at the poverty of Jason's parents.  "Well
young man that is a situation you can soon correct.  You are aware of the
special benefits available to you as an employee of the Justice Department
- that help you to a buy slave, aren't you?"

   "No Mr Humboldt.  I don't know anything about that."

   "Well Jason, once you have successfully completed your qualifying period
and gain permanent employment with us, you're eligible for a long term, 2%
interest loan that allows you to buy a slave of your own.  It's one of the
perks of the job.  And if you buy your new slave from a recognised, state
licensed dealership you get a 10% discount as a further incentive.  What do
you think of that?"

   "That sounds great, Mr Humboldt.  I'd really like to have my own slave.
Perhaps I could buy a slave like this one?" Jason exclaims excitedly,
pointing to me.

   "You aim too high young man," the Registrar laughs, "I think this slave
might be a little beyond your means.  He's what we call a fancy and he will
sell for a very high price.  You might need to lower your sights a little
and settle for something like one of those three," he adds, pointing to the
three waiting slaves.

   "How many slaves do you own, Mr Humboldt?"

   "I have five slaves, Jason.  They are all young males."

   "What do they do, Mr Humboldt?'

   "They keep me happy, Jason.  They keep me very happy.  My advice to you
Jason is to start saving a deposit now and before you know it you'll have
your very own slave."

   "Thanks for the advice, Mr Humboldt.  I'll start saving out of my first
pay packet."

   "Good lad, Jason, Every young man like you deserves to own a slave. 
They can be such a help and comfort."

   My loud grunt announces my impending eruption and interrupts their
conversation.  All eyes turn to the bench and are now centred on me.

   The slave, who is very experienced in these matters, quickens the stroke
of his hand and positions the glass receptacle over the head of my cock.  I
sense his sympathy for me and, ignoring the Registrar and the guards, I
focus on him and the enjoyment he is bringing me.  I feel the churning in
my balls and my dick, throbbing with an impatient urgency, is eager for
release.  With my knees spread wide, my ass-hole is exposed and I
experience the delightful sensations of my sphincter pulsating in time with
the pumping of my hips.  I'm lost in the enjoyment of the moment and all
sense of my shame and humiliation are temporarily forgotten.  I'm even
oblivious of my watching audience.

   The pace of my thrusting quickens and my need for release intensifies.
Detached from all around me, I hear my ecstatic shout as I pump out my
release.  The wild thrusting of my hips adds to the sensations of pleasure
sweeping over me.  For a few short moments, time stands still and I'm only
aware of the intense pleasure of my ejaculation.

   Inevitably, I return to the reality of my situation and as I look back
beneath me I see the thin, after thread of my ejaculation dribbling from my
piss-slit to form small, viscous droplets on the bench-top.  My shame and
humiliation return; my sense of degradation is overwhelming and once more
my eyes brim with tears.  My crying prevents me from hearing the
Registrar's discussion of my sample but I do hear Jason's excited
exclamation.

   "This slave has a lot more `swimmers' than the last one- doesn't he Mr
Humboldt?"

   In my distress, I don't hear the Registrar's reply but I do hear the
loud, crude laughter of the two older guards.  Are they laughing at my
expense?  Somehow, I sense they are.

   Shame-faced, I now wait for my shots.  I look up as the Registrar's
slave retrieves the tray of syringes from a bench and stands patiently at
my side.  Suddenly, I feel the Registrar's hands resting on top of my ass
and I brace myself in anticipation of the first jab.  Instead, he parts my
buttocks and uses a finger to probe at the sensitive tissue surrounding my
anus.  I gasp as the finger is rudely thrust through my sphincter to begin
a deep probing of my body cavity.  I squirm with the discomfort and
indignity of this and my silent protest is rewarded with a resoundingly
loud slap on my buttocks and the order to.

   "STAY STILL!"

   "You'll no doubt view what I'm now doing to the slave as distasteful,
Jason.  But it must be done; it's important to check out the soundness and
health of his anus.  Even though a buyer always checks out this aspect of a
slave before he bids for him, I still need to record that I've examined him
and found him to be sound."

   "Will I have to do that, Mr Humboldt?  Will I have to stick my finger up
a slave's bum?  "Asks Jason distastefully.

   "Yes Jason.  Eventually you will be required to do so.  But I'm sure
your seniors won't throw you in at the deep end and will let you ease into
it, isn't that so, Harold?"

   The double entendre of his remarks is lost on the naive Jason.

   "Of course, Jason will be allowed a period of learning before he's
expected to handle a slave, Mr Humboldt.  We'll give him time to get used
to what must be done to the slaves in our charge.  But Jason, if you want
to work here, you'll need to overcome your squeamishness very quickly."

   "Shouldn't we wear gloves, Mr Humboldt?  Wouldn't it be more hygienic
and cleaner to do so?" Jason adds.

   "Jason, I never wear gloves.  I find they tend to hinder my examination;
they deaden the sensation.  No, there's nothing quite like a naked finger
to get the feel of a slave.  There's no barrier between you and the slave
and besides once the slave relaxes he quite enjoys the feel of my finger -
just like this slave."

   "How do you know the slave is enjoying it, Mr Humboldt?  I'm sure it
would be uncomfortable; I don't think I'd like what you're doing to him to
happen to me."

   "But then, you're not a slave, Jason.  And as long as you stay free it
won't happen to you.  How do I know the slave's enjoying the feel of my
finger?  Well, I can tell by the way his muscles grip my finger almost in a
milking action.  It's very pleasant really" The Registrar answers Jason's
questions before asking me.

   "You are enjoying it aren't you slave?"

   I'm too ashamed to answer and I cry out as the Registrar humiliatingly
delivers two sharp slaps to my ass with his free hand.

   "ANSWER ME, BOY!"

   "Yes, sir." I whisper.

   "Yes sir, what?"

   I yelp as I'm given another loud slap.  As it reverberates through the
room, I hear the loud laughter and coarse comments of the two older guards.

   "Yes, sir.  I'm enjoying the feel of your finger in my ass, sir."

   And to my utter shame, I tell the truth.  The feel of the Registrar's
finger exciting my prostate is indeed pleasurable.

   "Anyway, Jason, my finger is the least of the slave's concerns.  Very
soon I suspect it'll be more and a finger probing him."

   The Registrar comment elicits loud guffaws from the watching guards who
are amused at my embarrassment while Jason blushes at the implication of
his words.

   "You see Jason, a handsome, well set up slave like this one is sure to
arouse his master's passions and I'm sure he'll spend some of his time
either on his back or on his hands and knees serving as a pleasure slave.
It's inevitable, I should think."

   "Tell me Mr Humboldt," Harold asks, "is his ass-hole tight?  Will he
make a good fuck?"

   The registrar winces at the crudity of Harold's questions.  Really, do
these guards need to speak so crudely when discussing the slaves in their
charge?  His concerns aren't for the sensibilities of the slaves - after
all they don't rate a second thought.  For the Registrar, it's a matter of
good taste that such crude language is avoided.  Still he knows that most
of the guards are like Harold.  Perhaps this disregard for the niceties of
speech is a necessary part of them working with slaves.

   "Yes Harold, it's very much so - and delightfully tight," the Registrar
answers haughtily as he withdraws his finger.  "I'm sure his new master
will be pleased with it."

   I blush with embarrassment at his less than subtle remarks - but then I
quickly realise that, as a slave, I must get used to this abuse of my body
and listen dispassionately as it is discussed in the crudest of terms.

   "Right you are, then!  I'm nearly done with him.  I'll just check his
teeth; give him his injections and it up to you three to get him over to
the forge."

   Moving from my rear to my head, the Registrar orders me to

   "Lift your head, slave.  Now open your mouth.  WIDE!  WIDER!  Now poke
out your tongue."

   I hasten to comply and as he tests the health of my tongue and the
soundness of my teeth, I distastefully wonder if the finger he is using to
do this is the same one that had probed my hole.  Evidently satisfied with
the soundness of my mouth he now moves back behind me.

   I prepare myself mentally for the needles and I brace my body but I'm
not prepared for the callousness of his actions.  I yelp in pain as one by
one the needles are brutally plunged into the firm mounds of my buttocks.
Finally, I wince as he dismissively slaps my ass with the comment.

   "There!  We're all done, slave.  Now hop down from the bench and take
your place with your three friends over by the wall."

   As I move to take my place alongside them, my three fellow slaves begin
to cry and plead for mercy.  Like me, they are aware that our branding and
collaring are imminent.  Their pleas fall on deaf ears and they are
ignored.

   "Well that's it for me for the day," the Registrar sighs as he prepares
to take his leave from the three guards, "I'm going home.  I'll leave you
three to it."

   "Good afternoon, Mr Humboldt and thank you for all your advice and
helpful hints," Jason politely thanks his mentor.

   "Well thank you, Jason.  It's been my pleasure and I hope to see you
working with me in the future."

   The Registrar is impressed with the new guard's politeness and the
acknowledgement of his superior knowledge.  Given the lad's naivety, he
does hope that this pleasant, young man isn't corrupted by the older and
coarser guards.

   Then a thought occurs to him.

   Perhaps he could request that Jason be assigned to work with him in
assessing the newly enslaved criminals sent to him.  Yes, he'll consult
with the "powers-that-be" on this matter tomorrow.  After all, a position
as important as the one he holds does warrants having an assistant.  It
would be nice to have a pleasant, young assistant to work with him as he
goes about his duties.  And Jason would be perfect for the job; innocent
and unversed in the ways of the world, he would be so easy to manipulate.

   Of course, his superiors will argue that he already has an assistant -
but that is irrelevant.  He is a slave and really, he doesn't count - does
he?

   After all one doesn't converse with slaves.

   To be continued.............