Back with Max

After dropping off MuffinButt at the kennels (Please see christina_the_clumbsy's excellent chapters linked here https://chyoa.com/chapter/Processing-the-new-batch-of-slaves.1337723 https://chyoa.com/chapter/Hard-but-rewarding-work.1337786 https://chyoa.com/chapter/They-are-frightened-into-accepting-their-collars.1337930 ) he found Jamal, the shipping team, and a long coffle. As he drew near he recognized several of the slaves that his uncle had pointed out to him earlier.

"Perfect timing Young Blood," Jamal said with a smile. "The new bitch give you any problems on the way to the kennel?"

"Not so much as a tug on her leash," Max answered. "What's going on here?"

"Loadout," Jamal answered as he fondled the breast of one of the **** girls that stood perfectly still, bent over with her legs spread.

"Jamal, can I ask you something?"

"Fire away Young Blood," Jamal said looking at the younger man with a smile.

"Can you recommend a gym?"

"Looking to buff up Young Blood?"

"Well, that might not hurt, but, it's more of a stamina thing," he said as he made a motion as if swinging a paddle with his right arm.

"Ah, I get ya," Jamal said with a look of realization. "Sure thing, I'll take you to my brother's gym after we get off this afternoon."

"Thanks, Jamal. What do you need me to do here?" he asked.

"See these tags on these beauties collars?" Jamal asked as he held the tag on a blonde **** girl's collar up with his palm.

"Yeah."

"The shipping address of each one's new owner is on these tags. Find the matching tag on one of those **** sacks and pack her. Here, why don't you and Frank here team up."

"Sure," Max said as he walked over to Frank. "Nice to meet you, Frank," Max said as he extended his hand.

"Good to meet you, Max, or is it Young Blood?" Frank asked with a laugh causing Max to laugh as well.

"Whichever man," Max said still laughing.

"Come on," Frank said clapping his hand on Max's shoulder. I'll show you what to do," he continued as he read the shipping tag on the collar of a petite Asian **** girl with small but perky breasts dressed in a light blue satin half-bra with silvery lace trim, matching short skirt, Silver six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes and a blue leather collar around her neck. He then went to a pile of **** sacks and found the matching tag on it. He reached into the **** sack and pulled out a blue latex slavehood and put it over the Asain **** girl's head so that only her dark brown eyes and blue ball gag were visible, then tied it tightly ensuring that it would not come off. Next, he held up the **** sack. "Undo the chains keeping her in the line would ya Max?"

"Sure," Max said with a shrug. He quickly undid the short chains at the sides of the **** girl's collar and turned his attention back to Frank.

"Get in bitch," he said in a stern tone. Carefully, the **** girl stepped into the **** sack placing her feet into the holes designed to hold a **** girl's shoes in place. Frank quickly zipped up the **** sack, then closed and locked the built-in posture collar at the top. Now completely enclosed in the leather device, the Asain **** girl was completely helpless. "Get her feet, Max."

"Right," Max said as he grabbed a hold of the bottom of the **** girl's sack.set

"Alright now, on the count of three, we tip her back, carry her into that trailer, and put her in a bunk. One, two, three," Frank said and the two men tipped the Asain **** girl back, carried her into the semi-trailer, carefully set the precious package down on one of the leather-topped bunks, and secured her to it by clipping several short chains to the bunk, then to the D-rings on the **** sack.

The two men worked quickly, and soon Jamal was standing in the trailer affirming that the correct number of slaves had been loaded and that the cargo was adequately secured and would not be able to roll around. When he stepped off the trailer he closed the doors and tripped the heavy latch. He then hit the signal button which caused a chime to ring in the cab. Seconds later, the truck pulled away and the slaves within were off to begin their new lives.

With the truck gone, Max and the others took their lunch breaks. After eating his ham and cheese sandwich, Max eyed the long line of bent-over **** girls awaiting to provide the workers with pleasure. "If I might make a suggestion, Young Blood," Jamal said with a smile.

"Sure."

"Use Cum Catcher here," he said as he gave a petite blonde in the center of the line a swat on the ass. "She used to by a gymnast or some shit like that, she's got a nice tight pussy and knows how to use it to milk every lost drop of cum out of a cock. Don't you?" he asked, giving Cum Catcher another swat on the ass.

Cum Catcher looked over her shoulder, grunted into her pink ball gag, and nodded her head enthusiastically. Not needing any further encouragement, Max dropped his pants and inserted his cock into Cum Catcher's pussy. When he began to pump, for a brief moment, he thought he was dreaming. Cum catcher was tightening and loosening her pussy in perfect time with his thrusts, maximizing his pleasure.

"Fuck, Jamal, you were right," he said through a groan as he increased his pace.

"Told you Young Blood," Jamal laughed as he lowered his own pants and began to fuck a redhead with sizable tits.

The rest of the day passed quickly as they unloaded another truck and quickly convinced its passengers that they were better off wearing collars. "Thanks for everything today, Jamal," Max said as they walked towards the parking lot.

"My pleasure Young Blood," Jamal laughed. "Come on, I'll lead you to my brother's gym. It's just up the street a bit."

After a short drive, the two arrived at Jamal's brother's gym. "Hey, Jamal, who's your friend?" another muscular African-American man asked when they walked in.

"Isac, this is my co-worker, Max, but I call him Young Blood. He's looking to sign up."

"Alright, and since you work with Jamal, I'll get you our ten percent off deal."

"Thanks, Isac."

"Don't mention it."

After a long workout consisting of weight training, and cardio work, Max walked into a massage room. He smiled when he saw the table. Not only did it have a hole in the headrest for his face, but also one further down the table for his cock. He laid face down on the table and a few seconds later heard the door open. He looked over and saw a naked dark-haired woman with a pink leather **** collar around her neck.

"Hello sir, my name is Claire and I'll be handling your message today. Before we start is there any special area you want worked on?"

"Everything," Max answered, "It was my first day at work and it was fulfilling but hard work getting new **** girls to accept their collars."

"Some of us can be rather stubborn before we learn," Claire nodded. "When we finish Sir, would you like a handjob or a blowjob?'

"Blowjob."

"Alright," Claire said as she poured some oil onto her hands and rubbed them together before beginning to rub Max down. "How's the pressure, Sir?" she asked as she pressed against his back with the heels of her palms slowly working her way up his back and letting her tits glide along his back behind her hands.

"Wonderful," he answered with a sigh as he felt the tension in his body melt away. After a good thirty minutes of Claire working out every little knot she could find throughout his entire body, Max was again fast down on the table. This time, however, Claire was under the table, sucking his cock. "This is the life," he thought.