The Chip: Alex's New Life

By Sir Kinyon

edited by junior wayne

Part 2

The day had arrived! Alex had waited for two weeks and now it was finally here.
Alex sat in the now empty living room of his dinky little apartment. An apartment that,
after today, he will never see again. He sat waiting for his ride. Two weeks ago when
Agent Harrison left his apartment, Alex made a beeline for his telephone. He had a million
questions to ask. Through his telephone conversation, Alex learned that "certain
individuals" had developed a microchip that when introduced into the bloodstream is able
inhibit the function of some very specific areas of the brain, and stimulate the function of
others. There was a lot of medical mumbo jumbo that he didn't understand, but what he
gathered was that the honky injected with the microchip would still remember most things
from his former life. He would remember his education, his life experiences, even his
family and relationships. The latter, however, will simply be much less important. They
know what has been done to them, but because of the chip, they are powerless to do anything
about it. A chipped slave will find it utterly impossible to disobey a directive, even if
that directive would cause him bodily harm. Alex also learned that these chips were first
delivered to the white members of the military, who of course, continued to perform their
duties as usual. Second was the supreme court and then congress. Alex was curious to note
that the president's situation had been deemed classified. Alex also had questions about the white man's new status. He had difficulty understanding the fact that honkys would no longer be considered human. He learned that, not only was it true, but that honkys (their new official name) would have a status lower than the animals. Alex still wasn't sure how that would work, so he just decided not to worry about it.

Alex was woken from his revery by a knock at the door. He literally leaped to his
feet and answered the door. A representative of the Transition Authority was standing
there, a handsome black man of about 35. He introduced himself as Troy. Without
hesitation, Alex handed one suitcase to Troy, grabbed his other two bags and bounded down
the stairs. On the way to the new house, Troy explained to Alex that his new house and car
were once owned by a mid level executive at a fortune 500 company. As they turned into the
gated community (still largely deserted), Alex was in awe. He had only seen neighborhoods
like this in magazines. Even though, most of the lawns were overgrown and some of the
houses in disrepair, Alex could tell that this was a rich white people's neighborhood. He
suddenly felt out of place. Usually when two black men were seen driving around in a
neighborhood like this, they could count on being arrested. As they drove, Troy pointed to
several freshly painted houses where the lawns had been cut and neatly tended. He explained
that there were many other members of the program that had already settled in and these were now their homes.

The house that Troy pulled up in front of was, without a doubt, the largest house
that Alex had ever seen up close. The front yard was at least half an acre in itself. The
house was red brick with two stories and a two car garage. This is MY house? Alex thought
to himself. If only Nana could see Me now. When the two black men entered the door, they
were met by four of the best looking honkys that Alex had ever seen. He immediately noticed
that each one was completely different. There was a tall, thin one with blonde hair, a
shorter, very fit one with red hair, a very short thick one with brown hair, and a hulking
specimen that had been shaved bald. Each was completely naked except for a silver metal
collar on around his neck. "Have the four of you finished cleaning?" Troy asked.
"Yes Master" the four white slaves responded almost in unison. Alex was in awe,
especially when Troy informed him that he could choose his slave from among these four. If
he didn't like any of these, he was welcome to drive down to headquarters the next day and
take his pick from a larger selection of merchandise.

"No," Alex said almost too quickly. "I want that one" he pointed at the redhead.

"You certain this is the one you want, Mr. Sebastian?" Troy said looking at Alex
pointedly. "Once I register and band him, that's it." Troy continued. "Any other honky you
want will have to be purchased from the government, or a private dealer once we start mass
distribution."

"Yes," Alex said looking over his choice. "This is the one. I've always liked
redheads. What's his name?"

"Oh, he doesn't have one yet," Troy opened his briefcase and pulled out a file.

"It will be up to you to name him. Here's his file. In it you will find everything you
need to know about your property, including his complete history...even medical. All of the
slaves that we distribute in this first wave are perfect specimens of good health and
intelligence, we can't vouch for the ones that will be mass distributed. Just think of it
as a little 'thank you' for all of your help." As he was speaking, Troy was removing
several things from his briefcase. "You." he pointed to the redhead. "Stay, this is your
new home. Say hello to your new Master."

The slave looked at Alex, bowed his head and said in a deep but subdued voice, "Hello Master."
"You other three go and wait in the car" Troy commanded. With that, the other three honkys headed to the door.

"Aren't you afraid that they'll get away?" Alex said slightly worried.

"Of course not Mr. Sebastian, the microchip insures that they follow every command.
When I get out there, the three of them will be waiting for Me in the car. The chip has
suppressed their ego, so they won't even argue over who get's to ride shotgun, hehe. Now,
there is just one more thing." Troy picked up a strange looking device that he had just
pulled out of his briefcase. Noticing the bewildered look on Alex's face, he began to
explain. "This is a bander, Mr. Sebastian." It looked like a weird set of pliers with a
fist sized box on the business end. On one side of the box there was a numeric keypad, and
there was a good sized hole in the end. "Every slave walking the street will be banded"
This was said as he bent down in front of the slave and began to stuff the honky's goose egg
sized balls into the hole at the end of the bander. He was not making any attempt
whatsoever to be gentle as evident by the pained look on the honky's face. To his credit,
though, the slave made no move to get away or to protect this jewels from the pain. Once
the balls were stuffed into the bander, Troy squeezed on the pier-like handles. There was a
loud pop and sizzle, accompanied by a little yelp from the slave. The hurt and confused
look on his face was almost comical. Once the deed was done, Troy pulled the bander away
and with just a little wiggle and plop , the slave's balls were free again. Well, free
might not be the right word, Alex thought as he saw what had been done. The slave's large
balls were pulled tightly together by a little silver band. The band was half an inch wide
and about that in circumference. It went around his entire scrotum, turning his balls into
a tight little package.

On the band was a series of numbers. After getting back to his feet, Troy reached
into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a tiny little keypad. he typed something in
and replaced the device back in his pocket. "Now." He said, looking back up at Alex,
"you're all set. Your property has been registered to you. If for some reason you should
lose him or he is stolen, he can be easily tracked down and returned to you." Troy looked
very pleased with himself. Any questions before I go?"

"Well, yes," Alex said, "if you have time, I DO have a few questions."

"That's what I'm here for, Mr. Sebastian",Troy looked around for a place to sit.
Eyeing two antique high-backed chairs right there in the main foyer, he sat down and
motioned for Alex to do the same. "What do you need to know?" Troy said as he leaned back
into the chair.

"Um, first off Troy, where are his clothes, I mean...what does he wear?"

"Hahaha," Troy laughed a bit, "Mr. Sebastian, have you ever owned a dog?"

"Yes, when I was little."

"Did you ever put clothes on him?" Troy quipped.

"Well, no but..."

"Then why would you put clothes on a honky? Troy said, holding back a chuckle. You
have to get used to the fact that what is standing there," Troy gestured absently at the
honky "what you now OWN, is NOT a man. Sure, we refer to him as "he" but that's just
because it's easier to do so. But trust me, Mr. Sebastian he is NOT a person. He is your
property, you can do whatever you want with him and to him. He will not and cannot
complain, protest or refuse. Hell even if he could, it would make no difference. Get used
to it, Mr. Sebastian. Now if you WANT to put clothes on him, dress him up or whatever, that
is completely up to you."

"I, see" Alex said as he pondered Troy's words and looked over at the honky.

"Now we DO ask that you not take him outside of this community until after the news
conference in about a month. Right after that, mass distribution will begin, and you'll be
seeing naked honkys all over the place!" Troy said with enthusiasm. "I personally can't
wait to show off the hot piece of ass I've got at home." Troy said as he laughed out loud.

"Okay, Troy, that leads me to my next question." Alex leaned in, lowered his voice
conspiratorially and asked" How do do you know if he's gay?"

"GAY?" Troy laughed, "Mr. Sebastian, you don't get it yet. Come here slave." He
motioned for the honky, who wasted no time getting there. "This is not a MAN! Troy stated
firmly. "On your knees!" He ordered. The slave knelt in front of Troy. "It is a honky!"
Troy reached out as he said this and grabbed one of the slaves pink nipples between thumb
and forefinger. He squeezed...HARD. So hard in fact that the slave opened his mouth and
let out a yell. "Shut up, BITCH!" Troy yelled, but did not decrease the pressure on the
slave's nipple. For his part, the slave DID shut up, though obviously with great
difficulty. "A honky is not straight or gay Mr. Sebastian, it's just a honky. Any other
questions?"

"Nope, that just about covers it for now" Alex said, rising from his seat. Troy
released the death grip he had on the slave's nipple and began to rise, himself.

"Well, good," he said walking back toward the table where his briefcase lay open.
He reached in and pulled out another folder and handed it to Alex. In here you'll find your
class schedule, they start a week from Monday, by the way, directions to the university, and
My business card are inside the folder. If you have any questions at all, don't hesitate to
call. I'm also your guidance counselor."

As Alex was following him to the door, Troy stopped and said, "One piece of advice,
Mr. Sebastian...use the honky. You'll enjoy fucking him, no doubt, but don't just fuck
him...USE HIM." Troy said slowly and purposefully. "This house needs a bit of work to get
it in tip top shape. There is no need for you to lift a finger, unless you want to. Train
your honky to be the exact slave that you need and want. You won't be disappointed. Call
my office anytime, Mr. Sebastian". And with that, he was gone.