Hector glanced out the window as Alonzo turned on to Beatty Street, and saw that the entrance to the street was now walled and gated. The guard at the sentry post waved Alonzo's car in. Hector read the sign on the wall "SOMMERSET SLAVE OBEDIENCE TRAINING & KENNELS, Established 1955."
"Ah, Hector, you're late," said James Sommerset standing in the doorway of the mansion as Hector stepped out of the car.
"Sorry, dad? Uh, dinner took longer than I expected," Hector said unsure what was going on.
"Well, I understand, when I knew I was going to spend time as temporary slave, I would pig out beforehand too. But it's the best way to learn the family business. Still I suppose you weren't going to get a good night's sleep anyway, what with your month in obedience school starting tomorrow, Hector," he said in a congenial voice. Hector's jaw dropped. James continued, "Alonzo, Max and Victor, I want you to strip, scrub, shave, wax, tattoo and dye Hector's skin, so he's ready when the new shipment of slaves arrive tomorrow for training. Oh, boys, any suggestions for Hector's name while he's being trained?"
A slave-trainee, Hector had read something about that online, it was the lowest form of slave, even bottom slaves would top them. He was so screwed, and it seemed to be a done deal, but only for a month. He had to get to the Chronivac. Damn, the slaves were already undressing him. Alonzo was removing his shirt, Max was undoing his jeans, and Victor had one shoe and sock off already.
"Bobo?" suggested Max.
"Ecky," said Victor.
"How about Icky," said Lonzo.
"You just want another pig boy to play with for a month, Lonzo!" laughed James, but he added, "Okay, ICKY it is,"and he wrote that name on the paperwork he handed Alonzo.
"Well, I'll see you at graduation day in a month, Hec- uh, Icky, and if you don't need to repeat the training, you'll be liberated and eating dinner with me and your mother and your brother Denis that night to celebrate."
Denis? Denis was here, and not in jail. He was free and not a slave? Damn, Hector had completely forgotten about his brother Denis. The guy was a menace, and hadn't been part of Hector's life for ten years, he must be 28 or 30 now? As kid, Denis had complained more than once that he wished he was an only child. Now Hector was a slave and his big brother would be a master. Maybe he wouldn't be there until liberation day? But Icky had an icky feeling that his long lost bro was going to take a hand in his month as a slave trainee, and from the erections that Maxi, Victor and Alonzo were showing, he was going to have one really sore ass before this was over.
"So, he's officially, Icky?" asked Alonzo.
"Yup, he's all yours now. Have fun, but be gentle, remember he'll be in charge of you in month or so..." James said strolling back into the house, as Alonzo locked a heavy steel collar around Icky's neck.
"Wait, my lapt-"Icky said.
"Bad, Icky!" said Alonzo backhanding the now naked Hector. "Trainee Slaves don't open their mouths unless they are going to suck a cock." He grabbed the hair on Hector's head and forced him down to crotch level, and opened his fly.
"Guh-lug-ulp!" gagged Icky as Alonzo expertly inserted his cock into Hector's mouth, while pinching the jaw with his other hand to keep Hector from biting. Victor and Max each restrained one of Hector's arms, and put pressure on his back to keep him bent over.
"Okay to plow it's ass, Mr. Lonzo?" Victor asked the Alpha Slave.
Max sounded excited as he asked, "Me too? You're going to unlock my cock cage?" then he remembered and added, "Please, Mr. Alonzo, sir."
Oh, why not? The more the merrier, thought Hector, he'd just erase all of this when he got his hands on the Chronivac in a month. It couldn't get worse.
"Oog kkknt guh sssseresss," gurgled Icky.
"Oh, yeah, keep on gabbing, you've got great tongue action going there," said Lonzo.
A red Maserati coupe pulled up in front of the limo. Denis stepped out.