When he stepped down from the auction block this slave was been told that he has been bought by his new owner for use as a pony, and that he wasn’t going to go to his new home immediately as a set of modifications had been ordered for him. After waiting for some hours in the cells at the auction house (they didn’t give him any clothes as he was no longer their responsibility and his new owner hadn’t specified any), he began to feel that helplessness that overcomes all newly-enslaved men. He knew it wasn’t even worth protesting when he was chained and bundled with three other guys into an already crowded shipper’s van - he’s never been in such intimate contact with other naked male bodies before, and in the sweaty darkness once the doors were forced closed he hated the feel of the bodies pressed against his, and felt the humiliation as his erection (like most men he got these when traveling) pressed against the thighs and butts of others as he struggled to keep his balance as the van swayed around corners.
It was a long journey, with frequent stops to unload slaves and take on others, and eventually he had to do what others had been doing, and he could feel his stream of piss hitting other bodies and trickling down on to his own feet - there seemed to be some perforations in the van floor so it ran away, but he understood better now why there was that smell of urinals in the van.
Eventually he was unloaded - it was one of those nondescript small industrial complexes found on the outskirts of most small towns - and he saw he was being pushed into a single story building with a sign saying “Veterinarian - Treatment & Hospital For Sick Slaves”. The receptionist in the nicely furnished reception area didn’t seem at all concerned at his nakedness (although he was!) as she checked the paperwork from the van driver against the temporary tag on his collar, then pressed a button which bought a guard in through the rear door.
He was told by the guard to “be a good boy if you want to avoid a prodding” as the man waved a standard electric goad near his naked flesh, then was led by him through the door from reception to the rear, where condition were very different: concrete floors, block walls, and simple barred cells, some of which contained other slaves who were sitting or lying on the bare floors of their cells bandaged or with medical drips attached to them. There was a faint sound of subdued and hopeless sobbing, and somewhere from the back he could hear a baby wailing. The guard muttered “fucking maternity cells”, and then in a louder voice “Keep the noise down!”.
He was bundled into a cell and left, but not for long. A white-coated man peered in at him and said, in a not unkindly tone, “We’ll soon be done with you - nothing to worry about: your owner is letting you keep your balls as he likes his ponies to be virile! So we’ll just be doing some simple stuff - you need to lose a couple of back teeth so the bit can settle down nicely as you work, you’re going to be ‘skinned as like most ponies your owner wants to be able to see all of your cock, then there’s nipple and snout rings, and a permanent genital cinch. We’re licensed to carry out branding here too, and that will hurt a bit - but you’ll be a bit more tolerant by then as your owner has decided not to pay or anaesthetic for any of this other stuff”. He turned and barked some orders at a slave who was accompanying him, then walked off to inspect a slave in the next row.
The slave soon returned and set a tray of fearsome looking instruments down outside his cell. “Don’t worry…. too much”, he whispered. “The vet is a pretty good guy and he tries to keep pain to a minimum. And he’s a fast worker, so it won’t be prolonged when he’s operating. And afterwards I’ll slip you a couple of aspirin.”
So the slave waits, and wonders which of the items outside wil lbe used on him!