Ronny stood on the block naked with his hands behind his neck and legs spread wide. The past weeks had been a nightmare! He was apprehended for skipping school and that was his third offense. “You do not like going to school”, the female judge snapped; School is where we train those who make our country successful. Well, you show no interest in doing so. So, you will serve us in another manner; as a slave”! He watched in horror as his defense attorney agreed that slavery was the best thing for him.

He was led back to the jail where his previous circumstances changed dramatically! “Strip”, the tall guard ordered. He started with his shoes and socks and was pulling his shirt over his head when the man snapped, “Hurry up! I want your ass naked”! He slid his shorts down his legs and stood there naked. The man quickly snapped on a set of chains and a leather collar about his neck with a large chrome “O” ring in front. “Slave for processing”, he announced after he was led naked through several metal bar doors. Ronny stood naked in front of a desk with a large black woman seated behind it.

“Slave, until yo ass is sold; you belongs to me. You obey me or I will beat your white ass with the strap. Does you understand”. “Yes, Ma’am”, Ronny quickly answered. “Good. Yo ass is polite. You are getting the strap. I may be easy on you because your ass is docile. But, I am going to blister your ass with the strap. “Yes, Ma’am”, he barely whispered. “What”, she demanded!

“Yes, Ma’am”, Ronny replied louder. He was led in to a brightly lit room and made to sit on a stool. The women were very quick and efficient - his head was shaved bald and he was placed on a table and his pubic hair removed. “You will use a cream every morning after this to keep you bare”, she explained as she wiped away the shaving cream. “Slave for marking”, she shouted.

Ronny’s heart sank as he was led down into the basement and then hung by his handcuffs from long chain in a fiery hot room with a bed of hot coals in the center. He watched as a man dressed in a leather apron paced about talking on a cell phone. He put the device down and apologized for the delay explaining about his wife and parking ticket he had to pay. He scanned the collar with a bar code device and scribbled down the results. “You get off easy! You only get three. Next week slaves will wear four. That may make you more valuable”. Ronny watched in horror as the man made up the brand - three numbes 992. “It will take about ten minutes to get hot”, he explained. He screamed and lost conciousness when the hot iron seared his naked flesh.

He awoke with a bandage on his ass and still in chains. “You wil stay here until the brand has healed. Please, no masturbation. If you are caught; then it is the strap” said a cheerful young teen n in a Cabdy Strippers outfit. Just before being released they brought him to a mirror and he seen the numbers burned into his fleah.

A bell rang and Ronny was placed in a line of other naked slaves in chains and ushered down the main aisle of large auditorium, His booth had the 992 label on it. His hands were suspended above his head and his legs spread wide and secured. Ronny lost count of times that he was examined. As he hung there naked a man and a boy and girl stopped in front of him. “I like this one”, the boy said as she cupped the slaves balls. “Look, at this ass. He is fantastic” , the girl gushed. “Well, he is well suited for the strap”, her brother added, “Done. I will buy him for you two.

“Sold to Francisco Valdez”, was what he heard.