Chapter 1: The Doctor Goes to Auction
Dr. Caren Sherry was on her way to the auction when she received an urgent phone call from one of her personal assistants. The assistant informed her that she had just gotten a call from a contact at the auction, informing her that there was a slave she needed to see and pay special attention to. "It was one that she would definitely want," the caller reported.
Since the Women's Sovereign Laws had been passed, males could be rounded up and herded into special designated areas where they were examined and put up for sale to the highest bidder. This had been going on for years, but most of it was on the black market. With the positions of power in women's hands, they had slowly taken over almost the entire world in a web of agreements and deals, assisting each other in their endeavors and agendas. Because of this, males had become a hunted species. The male slave trade had become a thriving business, with the number of personal slaves dictating a woman's position in the money arena.
The male slave trade had grown in leaps in bounds since the advent of the new women's laws. What was once black market trading and extremely expensive to get into was now an affordable and prosperous business. There were male markets popping up everywhere and women that were in moneymaking positions could afford to buy what use to be out of their means. Only the richest of women could afford the luxury of slave holdings. But now, any woman that made decent money could afford at least something in the male market. Not a lot, but something. Dr. Sherry, with her medical practice, skin care line, and large properties, could afford almost any slave that she wanted, or desired, whichever her mood dictated.
With the slave trade booming, there was a huge variety of slaves to be bought. The slave trade had even re-invented the concept of rentals with males being used temporarily for whatever you needed them for. There were worker slaves to be used in business, the home, the kitchen or whatever line of work they were needed. Whether you needed landscaping or lifting, entertainment or reproduction, they were on the market, somewhere. There were educational slaves, used mainly to teach or educate children. Then there were the entertainment slaves, used primarily for a vast array of sexual reasons. And there were the reproductive slaves, used only because their looks, intelligence, or aptitude could be passed on to offspring through their genetic makeup.
Because of the ever-growing slave trade, the industry was approaching an out-of-control situation. Prices had dropped and almost every female in an area would visit the local slave shows and pick over and examine all the slaves. The industry had become a male prostitution arena. At one point, anyone could examine or do whatever they were bold enough to do, close up, with any slave of their choice, for any amount of time they chose whether it be in public or in one of the ever popular private rooms. Slaves were being abused and used on a more than regular basis, but purchases were not being made. The slave traders were lobbying for laws that would protect their interests. There were vast amounts of money to be made.
As the laws were slowly passed, the industry began to take on a more professional and businesslike approach. It had come to the point that the slaves were no longer being used prior to purchase unless the buyer knew the right people. They had even gone so far as to force the slaves to remain clothed, with a law requiring that the slave be modestly covered at all times. This law was enacted after it was found that the slave traders were getting stuck with older, less endowed or less attractive slaves.
The vast majority of slaves that were purchased had been sold because of their looks or endowments. This was especially true in the entertainment slave category. Young slaves with thick or long members were sold outright for unbelievably high prices. The price even went up more if that slave was blonde haired, muscled, or had that particular look. Now, with the slaves being covered the women had no chance to examine them and were forced to buy the slaves sight unseen.
Most of the traders had learned that modestly covered translated to having just enough material that the cock and balls were covered, but this did not diminish their bulging attributes, of if the slave was required to bend over or move about. As always, there were ways to get around the laws, if you just knew how to bend them. It was not uncommon for women to attend the slave show and make the slaves perform just to be able to see what was beneath the skimpy covering. Touching was almost out of the question, but looking was still allowed.
All of this was unimportant to Dr. Sherry. Caren had contacts in the industry who would call her ahead of the scheduled auction times and tell her if a slave was something special for her to look at. The auction would be more like a cattle call, with all of the slaves paraded around and bids placed on them in an arena. The law permitted for private viewing, which strictly meant VIEWING only. A clause in the law did not permit what was called Use Prior to Sale of a Slave, meaning sexual demonstrations. But more than viewing was very common in some auctions, if you knew the right people or had the right amount of money. Caren had both.
Over the past several years in her search for slaves to do her business and personal work, Caren had learned all the tricks of the slave traders. There were countless fakes being shown in the arena. With the advent of the No Use laws, the common buyer was forced to look but not touch. Because of this, a lot of buyers purchased slaves only to find out that they were non-functional or had been altered in a variety of ways. A good-looking body alone didn't mean that the slave would be good for anything, other than just a good-looking body. He could be damaged, injured, or a fake.
Fakes were created by means of everything from using pumping cylinders for quick enlargement, all the way through surgical modifications. The most common surgical mod was that of placing two large rubberized balls into the slave's scrotum, making him seem to be more than virile, hugely productive, and just plain hugely endowed. The buyers that lost fortunes in this regard were mostly those involved in the reproduction or entertainment businesses.
Purchasing entertainment slaves for the entertainment of lady customers could bankrupt a business if it turned out that the slave was modified, meaning that he was in essence a eunuch, with no desire to please anyone or possibly equipment that did not work.
Dr. Sherry relied heavily on finding the best, whether for pleasure or one of her business ventures in which she extensively used males—ones she referred to as her reproducing slaves. These she used in the manufacturing of her skin care products. These slaves were literally milked on a regular basis for their own version of milk that Dr. Sherry referred to laughingly as Cream. She had found that slaves with large testicular endowments made the best producers for her line of products. These types of slaves were very few and far between. It was not uncommon for her to pull her house slaves and even her property slaves for the purpose of making up a batch of Cream when the supply was running short. Her Cream factory ran for several hours a day, with the male slaves restrained and hooked up to modified milking machines, running continuously to make up for the demand when orders for the product became too large to fill. Dr. Sherry always took care of her customers.
The machines used were standard milking machines like the ones used on cows, but with teat cups modified to adapt to the male anatomy. The machines were also modified to make the milking process more pleasurable for the slave. A content slave was easier to control than a hostile slave. The doctor had learned that a slow and deliberate milking produced much larger amounts than the quick jack-off methods, employed earlier throughout the industry. Plus, a slow and gradual release of the male produced a much larger and potent supply of Cream, rather than a few quick spurts.
As the doctor neared the arena, she sat back in the luxury of her GMC Denali, a modest vehicle for a well-to-do business and landowner. Lorin, her personal assistant was giving her information on appointments later in the day, but Dr. Sherry was thinking about what the assistant had told her earlier. The exact phrase that the contact had used was "a must see" slave. Based on the numbers the contact had given her, Dr. Sherry was doubtful about the quality of the slave. She knew from experience that the worst selling slaves would be shown first, then in successive groups, with each group getting better. As in advertising, the traders were saving the best for last. The auctions usually went for about 10 showings, with anywhere from seven to 15 slaves, per showing. Each slave was marked with his number written on his chest and back in large letters.
The contact had given her the numbers three, two, and seven. With this information, Dr. Sherry would know to go to arena number two, for the third showing and look for the slave with the number seven marked on him. Easy enough. But the third showing meant that he was not considered special, endowed, good looking, or anything that would boost his price. But Dr. Sherry had long ago learned to trust her contacts, which she tipped very well. They had always given her valuable information. And this contact had said that this slave was "a must see," meaning that there was something that would make the doctor definitely want him. She would have to wait and see.
When she arrived at the auction arenas, Dr. Sherry, along with Lorin, went straight to the second arena and met with the sale master. The auction was already into the first group which gave Dr. Sherry plenty of time to find out more information. She arranged for a private viewing of the third group to show, finding out that there were 15 slaves in that group, and that several other buyers had already arranged for private viewings. This was good, since it meant that there would be more people there to distract the auction personnel if she decided to do a closer examination of this number seven. Again, the doctor thought back of what the contact had told her. A must see slave. Interesting…
