This story involves the Slave Policeman in Downfall. He has had promotion.
Alex of the Slave Police.
Alex was going places. He had already been promoted in his position as a part of the slave police at the courthouse. He was now the desk sergeant of one of the four slaveries at the country's largest courthouses. They had an intake of over fifty slaves passing through each day, just on his section alone. He loved his job. He was an adaptive person, everyone could see that it was only just over a year and a half that he had left training and look at him now.
At twenty-four he was proud of himself. He kept his hair trimmed to a number two crop. He didn't care that he looked like a slave. He clearly had no other slave characteristics. It made him look mean and mean was something as a up and coming member of the slave police he wanted to achieve. He had dark hair and green eyes, his clothes were tight due to all of the muscles he had acquired in the gym since an early age.
Alex was dedicated to his work too. Unlike other rookies he treated every single enslaved animal the same. However, he particularly liked older slaves. It is what impressed his superiors recently. He was given charge of a slave who was once a judge, and he made its purpose known to it. It was not left unnoticed. There was something inside of Alex that many could not understand. He had a fondness of older slaves. He realised this whilst at college learning how to be a good slave handler.
It always made him especially hard when he was fucking an older man as well has disciplining them, being young he ejaculated in and on them several times a day. He had no time for women in his life, not that he didn't attract them, but he was not interested.
His cock was over nine inches and sometimes hard to hide when slaves were brought into his slavery naked.
Only last month a much older slave was brought into the slavery from being sentenced. It had already been stripped naked and processed. Alex could tell this because of the colour of its face, and he was shaking. Its head was downwards. Alex looked at his screen and saw who the slave was. Sentenced for tax avoidance. His two sons and wife were being processed too. A family group. Alex always finds such groups entertaining.
This slave was forty-two years of age, and its wife just had her fortieth birthday. Their two sons were both eighteen and twenty. Alex knew which slave handlers would be right to finish of the processing on them, but this animal was his.
He assigned the other crew their slaves for when they came down and Alex led the newly enslaved away into the open dungeon. Into its new life.
Alex strung the slave up onto a metal beam device and hoisted it upwards. Its hands were close together and feet were just touching the metal floor. He knew that very few people knew about the metal floor in these new dungeons and was curious how the boy would respond. Alex knew of the man the slave once was. Everyone did. It was once a part of the alpha council that Alex wanted to be a part of one day. He knew the man started in The Slave Police when he left college training, just like he had, not so long ago. Alex sat down reading the reports and the boy just dangled.
He watched with patience. Observing the enslaved. He found it amusing when it realised the boy new the floor where it 'stood' had a shock system in it. Alex read his tablet device to understand if there was anything he needed to be aware of. He soon discovered that the boy was to be fitted with nano bot tit rings. They were a new invention that simply clicked onto the slave's nipples, then the nano bot technology that is used in such inventions as the human fleshlights and other such toys. These go into the nipple and is used for tormenting the slave as well as keeping it under control. Once removed they don't leave a mark, because of this they were becoming very popular. Ideal for training slaves. They only took a moment to be fitted. Soon after two prominent silver tit rings of roughly half an inch stuck out. Alex gave them a yank and spat directly into the slave's face. The drool dripped down its face and joined the endless supply of slave slime from its upper hole.
Other information was on the list. No anal. Which meant that its virginity was intact, and someone had claimed it, despite its age. Test results where filtering through and it appeared that it had a clean bill of health. The boy wasn't privileged to this information anymore. It wasn't it's concern. Only the concern of its betters. It also read no cock cage required. That always meant more torment from whoever had bought him.
