Yet another Master Roland piece brought back to life by this white boi!
Waiting to be Neutered
”Listen up inferiors! Each of you has been purchased this evening and your new owners are here. The reason you are not being brought to your new masters immediately is that at this moment each of you are to be neutered according to your new owner's wishes. As we are a top-notch slave trading house we offer the service of quality nutting and clipping for free,” the geeky white guy barking orders announced to the scared inferior slaves. This started some tears flowing from many of the inferior whites.
“Cry if you must, but we here at The Foundry expect full obedience. The consequences are dire for those that do not listen. We do not have much time so… starting on my left, you slave, you will move forward so that one of the Foundry workers can collar and leash you. You will then follow on all fours to where he leads. You will do everything as you are told. Each of you will follow when it is your turn and do the same. Do we understand slaves? Permission to reply!”
“Yes Sir,” the slaves replied, some half-heartedly, but all of them nonetheless.
“Good! Now you, yes, you on the left, move it!”
The vet is backed up. Seems like the last batch sold with almost every buyer desiring castration for their purchased slave. The vet speaks up, exhausted from so many neuterings, “Ok, these balls are discolored enough. I am going to get my knife and then we can clip these little things right off!”
The slave jerked at the thought, “Don’t move slave. I’m about to start. OHH OHH looks like a blood rush. Enjoy that hard on boy it is your last. YEP and a bit of baby gravy spilling out of ya boy. You will lick that up when I get these balls off of you. You hear me, white slave?”
“Sir, yes, sir! If I may ask a question, Sir?”
“Go ahead! Out with it!”
“What is this container with my slave id written on it for?”
“Silly white trash! Ha! That is for these little balls I am about to clip off of ya. The buyer, your owner, wishes them kept, so you will be taking that container with you when you are brought to your master.” The slave tries to hold back tears but can’t. It feels sick looking at the soon-to-be-filled container, knowing his balls are to be some trophy, a symbol of white reparations! It can feel its little clit dripping on its leg, and then another drop as it feels the blade rest against its scrotum. And with a slice, it soon feels nothing but a sharp pain and its final three-shot ejaculation, “Time to sew it up!” The other slaves waiting are getting nervous and fidgety, having just watched the display before them. It will matter not, their balls are already banded and if not too late yet, it will be. The slave standing in the back is having its nutting and clipping inspected before being brought to its owner.
Ohh and one final slave is being brought down to be taken care of by the white boy in orange grins knowingly. “Move it! Get right behind those two and do as you are told. Shit, Kevin! Don’t cry! Look at the little dick and baby balls you got, dude! Your dick is so small it will look better completely smooth down there,” the handler giggled. It was a risk of the job. Kevin had just been a free white, clothed as his geeky self, a handler at the Foundry had just been barking orders that day, but the terms are strict and final. If just one slave gets out of line enough to require further modification as punishment, the handler immediately loses his free white status and becomes an inferior gift for the master affected by the loss.
Why take the risk? One month of volunteering as a handler kept one off the list of inferior whites for a year. The problem was nine out of ten times, you left not with a weight lifted off your shoulders, but one removed from your groin. They need not know that statistic!
Waiting to be Neutered
”Listen up inferiors! Each of you has been purchased this evening and your new owners are here. The reason you are not being brought to your new masters immediately is that at this moment each of you are to be neutered according to your new owner's wishes. As we are a top-notch slave trading house we offer the service of quality nutting and clipping for free,” the geeky white guy barking orders announced to the scared inferior slaves. This started some tears flowing from many of the inferior whites.
“Cry if you must, but we here at The Foundry expect full obedience. The consequences are dire for those that do not listen. We do not have much time so… starting on my left, you slave, you will move forward so that one of the Foundry workers can collar and leash you. You will then follow on all fours to where he leads. You will do everything as you are told. Each of you will follow when it is your turn and do the same. Do we understand slaves? Permission to reply!”
“Yes Sir,” the slaves replied, some half-heartedly, but all of them nonetheless.
“Good! Now you, yes, you on the left, move it!”
The vet is backed up. Seems like the last batch sold with almost every buyer desiring castration for their purchased slave. The vet speaks up, exhausted from so many neuterings, “Ok, these balls are discolored enough. I am going to get my knife and then we can clip these little things right off!”
The slave jerked at the thought, “Don’t move slave. I’m about to start. OHH OHH looks like a blood rush. Enjoy that hard on boy it is your last. YEP and a bit of baby gravy spilling out of ya boy. You will lick that up when I get these balls off of you. You hear me, white slave?”
“Sir, yes, sir! If I may ask a question, Sir?”
“Go ahead! Out with it!”
“What is this container with my slave id written on it for?”
“Silly white trash! Ha! That is for these little balls I am about to clip off of ya. The buyer, your owner, wishes them kept, so you will be taking that container with you when you are brought to your master.” The slave tries to hold back tears but can’t. It feels sick looking at the soon-to-be-filled container, knowing his balls are to be some trophy, a symbol of white reparations! It can feel its little clit dripping on its leg, and then another drop as it feels the blade rest against its scrotum. And with a slice, it soon feels nothing but a sharp pain and its final three-shot ejaculation, “Time to sew it up!” The other slaves waiting are getting nervous and fidgety, having just watched the display before them. It will matter not, their balls are already banded and if not too late yet, it will be. The slave standing in the back is having its nutting and clipping inspected before being brought to its owner.
Ohh and one final slave is being brought down to be taken care of by the white boy in orange grins knowingly. “Move it! Get right behind those two and do as you are told. Shit, Kevin! Don’t cry! Look at the little dick and baby balls you got, dude! Your dick is so small it will look better completely smooth down there,” the handler giggled. It was a risk of the job. Kevin had just been a free white, clothed as his geeky self, a handler at the Foundry had just been barking orders that day, but the terms are strict and final. If just one slave gets out of line enough to require further modification as punishment, the handler immediately loses his free white status and becomes an inferior gift for the master affected by the loss.
Why take the risk? One month of volunteering as a handler kept one off the list of inferior whites for a year. The problem was nine out of ten times, you left not with a weight lifted off your shoulders, but one removed from your groin. They need not know that statistic!
