Attempt to escape.

Whatever is about to go down you're not going to stick around for it. In an instant you're off and running, dashing away from the grasp of the orderlies as fast as you can. The rockwall nearby is a bit taller than you but with a good jump you might be able to climb over it. Escaping the orphanage had crossed your mind before but not until now did things really seem all that dire. You hear the sound of the women calling but you pay them no mind. All of your focus is on that wall and the jump you need to make.

In a panicked leap you manage to hold on to the top. You struggle to roll over it but a lifetime of sissy training hasn't left you with much upper body strength. Just when you get a leg up and freedom seems close, something cold and metallic fastens with a click around your neck. A moment later and you're ****, flying through the air, and collapsing in the dirt at the feet of a muscular guardswoman. You attempt to get up but your neck is suddenly yanked as the sound of chains rattle. Your new leash is pulled taught and you're helplessly dragged back to the group. You can hear the other guard talking with the head mistress.

"There's always a few bad apples huh?"
"Regrettably. We do what we can, but some males are simply too stupid to know what's good for them."
"Too true."
You gag and squirm in the dirt as you're brought back. The other boys are watching things unfold while the orderlies hover around them.
"Does anyone else feel like running?" the head mistress says to the boys. They shake their heads in unison.
"Good. Bind them up and throw them in the carriage. Everything is signed"
"Yes, Maam." the guard says. When she walks up to the boys they put up zero fuss. They end up in chains very quickly.

"What about this one?" says the guard holding your chains. She nudges you with her boot.
"Useless. It would be a dis-service to sell him to the public." she sneers at you, but then, her demeanor changes from hate to deviousness.

"How about you girls? Want some company for the road?" the head mistress says.
"What do you think, Vicky?" your guard says to the other.
"Yeah, he's kind of cute. How much?" the other asks, locking the cart with a hefty padlock, sealing the other boys inside.
"Here." the head mistress says, handing over some papers to the guard.
"Make an example of him in front of the others and he's free." she continues.
"You can keep him in the outhouse or throw him in the street after for all I care."
"He's not worth anymore of my time."

"Deal." the guardswoman says. It looks like your situation has just gotten worse.
"But first, give me his dress. He doesn't deserve it." the head mistress says, holding out her hand. The guardswoman reaches down to undress you. Still defiant, you try to swat away her hands.
"Let go of me." you say. She leans back and puts her hand on her sword, pulling it a few inches from it's scabbard.
"Are you sure you want to disobey your new owner?"
You freeze for a moment, staring at the shinning blade.
"That's what I thought. Now strip."

There's no where to go now. Facing **** or humiliation you choose the latter. A minute later and you're outside in nothing but your little white undies.
"Good enough." the guard says, handing the dirty dress to the head mistress. She takes it and gives your new owner some parting words.
"It would be wrong for me to tell you how to treat your property, but I suggest you make a strong example of him. Something to motivate the others."
The guard holding your leash nods.

"Safe travels, ladies. See you next year." the head mistress says. Your new owner waves to her as she disappears into the orphanage's backdoor along with the other orderlies.
"Alright, say a single word and I'll tear these up." your owner says to you shaking the papers that prove she owns you.
"Do you understand?" she asks. You nod in response.
"Good. Now keep up. We have a long trip ahead of us." she says, locking your chain leash to the side of the carriage.
"Alright, Vicky. Let's get out of here."
Horses whiny and the carriage starts to move. You're **** to walk alongside it in your cloth shoes and white undies. Just when things seem to have hit rock bottom it gets even worse.

As you move along down the road, waves of shame hit you as other carriages pass by. Their drivers make remarks with the guards as their carts pass, calling out and asking if they've caught a stray. Laughter and cat calls are common. However, most of them seem to have their hopes dashed when the guards respond, informing them that you do have an owner but you just need some discipline. Your face turns red when these women look down on your almost naked form. You've never had to endure anything like this before.

The walk itself proves to be quite a trial, soon a couple of hours have passed and you can feel a weakness in your legs. It's tough to keep going but you worry of what may happen if you don't manage it. Maybe the city is close by. Maybe it isn't.