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I don't own AATC and all that hoop la

I swear this is my last AATC fic but I really needed to write this

Thanks for being so understanding and not killing me so far

Warning this will get graphical and will contain Boy on Boy and some Man on boy action and some non-consensual action

A little OOC so don't hate me

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Chapter 3-- Processing and training

I still didn't know what a demerit was, but by Jones's tone and warning, I was sure that I didn't want one. The kid backed away from the door and I walked inside, still staring at him in shock/horror. The female doctor was sitting at the desk and turned when the door was closed.

"Name, boy?" she asked. I was assuming she was talking to me, as she probably knew the other kid's name. If he even had one.

"Alvin Seville " I answered, still looking at the naked near-eunuch next to me.

"Never mind my boy, Alvin, just pay attention to me," she said with significant authority.

I finally pealed my eyes away from the other kid to look at her. She nodded her approval to me. I tried smiling back, but failed.

"Age?"

"I turned eight this past January." She wrote down the information, then turned back to me.

"Now, take off your clothes and give them to him," she said simply, as if she has said this every day of her life. Meanwhile, I was stunned.

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them," she said, smirking. "Now, do as I tell you, or I'll have Agent Jones come in here and strip you himself."

I shook my head, no, and began removing my shoes. They were nasty, dirty shoes, as well as my socks, but they were my only ones. I kicked out of each and then handed them to the older kid. I tried to just concentrate on what I was doing, and not him again. My shirt came next, baring my chest and torso to the room. I took a deep breath and undid my jeans, slowly pealing them down my legs. I stood up, looking at her after handing them to the boy.

"Those too," she said, pointing to my underpants.

I thought about arguing, but decided against it. Warily, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband and lowered them down my legs. After handing them to the equally naked kid next to me, I covered my own bare groin.

"Oh, don't be so bashful, Alvin. I am a doctor, and I've seen plenty of youths in my day." She seemed pleasant, but had a look of dominance about her. "Now, put your hands behind your back, as you've been taught, and step up on the scale."

Her boy had disappeared with my clothes during that little speech. I turned back to look at her after he was gone.

"Don't worry about your clothes. You won't need them anymore."

"What?!"

"Watch your tone of voice, boy!" she growled. I shut up, thinking that it wouldn't be a good idea to piss her off. I nodded shyly back to her and she lightened up a little. "You don't need to worry about clothes. I know Agent Jones hasn't told you yet, but you won't be needing them from here on."

"No clothes?"

"What kind of training was this?" I thought to myself.

"Nope," she said with a slight smile. "Now, please get up on the scale, as I asked you." The pleasant manner tried to hide that this wasn't a request, and I figured that.

So, I stepped up on the scale and placed my hands behind my back. For some reason or other, my dick got as hard as a rock. Embarrassment flushed my face as I knew she could see the damn thing sticking straight out. But, to her credit, she didn't say a word.

Her 'boy' walked back inside and took a clipboard from her desk. She stood, pulled on a rubber glove and walked over to me and the scale. She manipulated the scales and began dictating things to him and walking around me, inspecting me.

"Height; 9 inches [1.24 m]. Weight; 55 lbs. [25 kg]. Fur; auburn, spiked. Eyes; hazel. No freckles. Scar on back-right shoulder blade. Scar on right shoulder. Bone structure; good." From there, she grabbed my dick, now deflated, and pulled it out with a ruler next to it. Embarrassment re-flooded through me; no one else had ever touched that thing before. "Penis; 2¾ inches [7 cm]." Wasn't sure how to take that, but she plugged onward with my nuts next. "Testicles; normal." Thankfully

"Butt; cute," she said from behind me. The boy scribbled something on the paper. I turned to look at her and she was smiling at me again. "Scratch that last one." She then turned her attentions back to me as the kid scratched out what he'd wrote.

"Well, you're fairly normal, Alvin" she said, giving me a nice smile.

"Can I get dressed, now?" I asked, trying to cover my embarrassment a little.

"No, and don't ask again," she answered, smile disappearing. "Agent Jones will explain everything to you later." I nodded and sighed. "Now, hop up on the table."

I moved towards the table and sat down. She checked my reflexes, relaying the results to the kid, and then other parts of my body. Teeth were examined, along with eyes, nose, throat, and ears. All were present and accounted for.

She went to a tray and took a needle. She filled it from a vial of clear liquid and then turned back to me. I moved away from both her and that needle.

"What's that?"

"A shot. You'll get one every other week."

"Yeah, I can see that. What's in it?"

"Vitamins."

"Can't I just take a vitamin pill?"

"Oh, just be quiet and show me how brave you are." With that, she grabbed my left arm and stuck the thing into the meat of my shoulder. It hurt, of course, but wasn't too bad. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Horrible," I countered. She smirked back.

"Now, I need you to climb up on this fully and get on your hands and knees."

I was about to question her, but decided against it. So, I moved my legs around to kneel on the table. A minute later, a cool, slick feeling went between my buttcheeks. I turned around just in time to see her middle finger begin to push inside my anal cavity.

"Whoa, wait; what're you doing?" I asked quickly, trying to move away from her invading finger. She quickly grabbed my back right at the curve of the spine and pushed hard inside me. "AAaagh!"

"Oh, stop being a baby, Alvin," she scolded. I settled down a little once her finger had made it all the way inside. "As to what I'm doing; I'm checking your prostate gland."

I felt her finger work itself around my insides for a few seconds. She then told her boy that everything was in working order, and then her finger was removed. That was humiliating, but what came next was just as bad.

She brought over a pole on wheels with a solution in a bag hanging from the top. She walked up beside me and began pushing the open end of the tube into my butt. She forced my legs open wider as I knelt there, in utter embarrassment again, trying to get something even larger to fit inside my rectum. I grunted out in pain as whatever it was, was finally pushed into it. A moment later, I felt liquid begin to fill the space that was usually held in reserve for something my body wanted to get rid of.

"Don't move until I tell you to. This is an enema, Alvin. It'll cleanse out your insides." I certainly didn't like the sound of that, but I nodded, nonetheless. I didn't think my insides needed cleansing.

"NEXT," she said to the door.

More humiliation hit me as Alex walked inside and saw me naked, on all-fours on a table, and with a tube stuck up my butt. He froze as he saw me.

"Never mind him, boy," she scolded.

Alex turned and saw her 'boy' and froze again. It was almost comical. He was probably thinking the same thing I was earlier.

"And don't mind him either," she repeated as she resumed her place at the desk. "Now, what's your name?"

"Alex Branson," he answered, still perplexed at all that he'd seen. She wrote down his name on the piece of paper as she'd done with me a few minutes ago.

"Age?"

"Eight."

"Alright, Alex, I need you to strip off your clothes and hand them to my boy," she said just like before to me. It was like a routine with her; nothing out of the ordinary.

Alex gulped, but began doing as she said. I think Agent Jones must have put some fear into them in the hallway while I was going through my inspection in here. Once he was nude, her eunuch left with the clothes, but was back in a flash. The doctor had Alex step up on the scales while the boy was gone.

"Height; 50 inches [1.27 m] Weight; 54 lbs. [24½ kg] Hair; dark blond, straight. Eyes; green. No freckles." She took some time, but found no scars on his body. "Brown birthmark on left buttock. Bone structure; good." Just like with me, she measured his dick. "Penis; 3 inches [7½ cm]. Testicles; normal."

By the time she finished all of that with Alex, I was beginning to hurt. The liquid she'd been pumping into my intestines had made its way through a lot of me. I felt the skin on my tummy begin to stretch and distend downward. I looked pregnant. As I was about to complain about my predicament, she walked over to me.

"As I pull the plug out, do not lose a single drop, Alvin," she warned. I figured not to disobey her, but this was going to be difficult. I nodded and she began pulling on the plug. I closed my eyes to this particular humiliation as well, especially with Alex there, and with some undue pain, the plug popped out of my anus. The tube followed right behind and I was left with a significant amount of liquid inside me.

"Get down and hold it for as long as you can," she said.

I nodded and Alex took my place on the table. She did the same with him that she did with me; reflexes, eyes, nose, teeth, throat, and ears. Then his vitamin shot came. He put up less of a fuss about it than I did. By the time Alex had to assume the 'doggy' position, I was in some serious pain from the cramps, and there was no way I could hold it any longer. I told her so, too.

"Go on through that door," she told me, pointing to the door behind me.

I ran as dignified as I could through it and to the toilet provided. With a great deal of relief, I released the contents into the bowl. I sat there for a long time trying to rid myself of all of it while I heard Alex on the receiving end of the prostate exam. For me, though, it was painful, degrading, and loud, but I finally accomplished it. By this time, Leon was in the room going through his inspection and Alex was the recipient of the liquid enema.

When finished, I wiped up and walked back into the doctor's office. She told me to go wait in the hall with Agent Jones. I nodded and left. Once outside, I saw the others, but more importantly, they saw me and snickered.

"Laugh, you idiots; you're next," I retorted. That shut them up in a hurry. Jones sort of snorted, but said nothing to me other than to stand next to the wall further along it. Alex joined me a few minutes later.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. He didn't seem any more enthusiastic about this than I did.

We waited and the others filed into the room and back out again, significantly more subdued. The only one that it didn't seem to bother was Jeff Yung. He may have been the smallest of us, but I never let that guide my judgments of him. Finally, we were all inspected and cleaned out.

Jones had us follow him again. As we walked, it seemed that only James, Leon, and Jeff were unbothered by being naked. The rest of us tried to cover our exposed groins as we walked. But, once we got to the room Jones was leading us to, we had to place our hands behind our backs.

This room was small with a small shower at one end and a table at the other end. On the table was a set of clippers used for cutting hair, and some strange looking leather collars. They were similar to the one that the doctor's boy was wearing. A quick glance and I could tally them up to twelve; no real stretch of imagination to guess who would be wearing them. We were lined up against one wall, and facing us was ourselves; the whole wall on the other side was covered with a mirror.

"Alvin, I need you to quickly step into the shower and get wet," he said and I nodded.

The water was cool, but not cold. I stepped in and out quickly and walked up to Agent Jones. He had me face the mirror and place my hands behind my back again. A click followed by a hum told me the clippers were turned on. He brought them to my forehead and without further preamble, began to shave my head of all its excess fur.

"Oh my god," I heard from behind me.

"No comments are needed, boys," Jones said, quieting any other noise.

I was stunned into inaction. I just couldn't believe that I was losing every bit of hair I had in the world. Buzz after buzz flew over my head, causing all of my wavy hair to cascade down my body. For some reason or other, I began crying. I couldn't say why it was happening, but it just was.

"It'll grow back, Alvin," Jones said as he saw the tears run down my cheeks. I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded barely.

When he was done, I had hair that was less than a quarter inch [5 mm] long on my head. But, he wasn't finished. He grabbed a can of shaving cream and put some in his hand. From there it went all over my head. A regular shaving razor was used to remove whatever the clippers had left behind.

"Get into the shower, Alex," he said as he was finishing up with me.

As the last vestiges of my fur was gone, he took a towel and removed the excess cream from my bald head. I looked like a cancer patient, but with eyebrows. He went to the table and returned with a collar. It went around my neck, and was fairly snug, but had a little slack to it. On the front of it was a number "1". Jones told me to resume my place with the others and Alex took my place.

As I walked back over, I didn't bother raising my head to look at the others. Shame and humiliation had flooded over me; I was totally bald. I felt exposed and now truly naked. I resumed my place at the left of the line, but wasn't going to look up. I didn't look up again until after James took his place at Jones's side.

"Just a trim around the ears, please," he said with a certain smugness.

"Very funny, James," Jones told him. Once again, though, it didn't bother him. He was shaved and returned to the fold, still as brash as ever.

Jeff was a little shaken, though. I guess he was human after all. But, during the time of James's shave and to Jeff's, I kept looking at myself in the mirror. I was hoping that Jones was correct; that it would grow back. I think Alex had the same thoughts going through his mind. As the one called Remington was getting his done, I saw that he also had a birthmark, but it was on his bottom right rib. Other than James, none of the rest of us spoke the whole time we were there. Losing the one thing that sort of made us who we were at the time humbled all of us.

"Now that you're all presentable," he said, starting off. I thought the notion was debatable. "I want to introduce you to your collars."

"Our collars?" Bull asked from way down the line.

"Yes, Edward," he said simply.

From the table, he picked up a remote control. With a simple pushing of one button, pain erupted along my neck where the collar was touching. All of us screamed and were brought to our knees. I tried grabbing the collar, to lift it from my neck, but it shocked my hands and worse where it touched more of my neck's skin from me pulling on it. I tried to get it off me, but it was locked on. The pain was excruciating and seemed to go on for ever, but stopped eventually.

"Back into formation, boys," Jones said, with a certain amount of sadistic pleasure.

Achingly, I stood back up and Jones waited until all of us were standing before continuing.

"That was only about thirty seconds or so and on the lowest setting of 'one'. There are ten settings, with each of them getting more painful as it goes upward.

"With this control, I can use it to affect all of you, or just one. Each of your instructors will have similar controls. Don't give us cause to use them and we won't, but we will if we have to. Also, there is a tower that will emit a pulse so powerful that will make you unconscious if you try to run."

"This is not what I signed up for, though," Bull said, stubbornly.

Jones punched the buttons on the remote, sending Bull to his knees in pain and agony. He screamed and clawed at the collar, trying to get it off him, but whatever he tried was useless. We watched in horror and awe as he writhed around on the ground for over a minute before Jones hit another button to make it stop.

I made up my mind right then and there never to have this collar shock me ever again. I didn't need any more convincing than what I had just seen.

"Get up, Edward, and back in line," Jones said coldly. Bull didn't move. "Unless you want another shock at the next level..." Bull was up and standing back against the wall.

Jones made his way over to him to look him in the face.

"You will learn soon enough not to get an attitude with me, boy," he told him. "Two demerits for the lesson."

Jones turned to move away from him. He had us turn and follow him back out the door, so I was now last in line. We walked down the halls, embarrassingly, as some people that were there came out to see a dozen totally hairless preteens. I wondered if this was normal. The hall he led us down ended at a simple door. He opened it, and we filed through. Once inside the area, he let us break from the single file to look at it.

All of us were shocked; it was a dorm. Sort of. To the right and left of us were six 'rooms'. They were only chest-high on us and made of cinderblocks. The doors leading to them were heavy metal doors with a number on the front and a pin and lock to lock it into place. To open the door, all someone had to do was remove the pin and the door opened. But the tops of the rooms were made of wire mesh.

"These," Jones stated flatly, "are your living quarters. As you can see, there is a number on the doors of your cages, they correspond to the numbers on your collars. That is where you'll be sleeping."

He led us past them and into a small area with a television, a set of bookcases, sofas, table and things of relaxing nature.

"In here is your common area. You'll be able to have some leisure time to yourselves where you can watch television, play games, study, relax." He then motioned to his right, our left. There was an entrance to another room, but without a door. "In there are the showers and toilets."

He turned again, but this time to his left and walked. We followed again. Here was a cafeteria; self-explanatory. Again, we filed along behind him as he showed us yet another room. It was an open room with a soft floor and other doors around it.

"This is your main workout room. From here, you'll see there are some other doors; they lead to different rooms." He showed us two doors at the far end. "Those two are the punishment rooms; I'll explain those in a moment." We were stunned again, but he continued around the room, uninterrupted. "That one goes to a weight room, then the swimming pool. The one next to that is a firing range and the one next to that is your classroom. The last one leads outside to an outdoors training area.

"Now, I know you have questions. This is the time to ask them. But, let me warn you first; be respectful. And second, I will not answer a question if I am not ready. If so, don't ask again, or you'll receive a demerit."

"What're these demerits?" James asked quickly.

"Good question. Every week you will be competing against your fellow trainees for points. Merits give you points and demerits remove points. At the end of the week, the points are added up. There will be two winners and two losers. The two losers will spend a certain amount of time in the punishment room. The two winners will be rewarded.

"And I don't know if you saw it or not, but there is a board in your common room with your collar numbers on it. That is there to show you the score throughout the week."

"What's in the punishment room?"

"Instruments of punishment, Scott," Jones answered.

"Like what?"

"I'll let you find out when you go in there."

"Don't you mean 'IF' we go in there?" James asked, but he wasn't being disrespectful. It was almost whimsical.

"Oh, trust me, James, all of you will be spending some time in there sooner or later," Jones came back with, with a certain amount of smugness.

"What're the rewards?" Ben asked.

"Second place gets a choice; six candy bars, that he may do whatever he wishes with, or an article of clothing. First place gets either twelve bars or six and a piece of clothing, but never two pieces of clothing."

"So, we have to earn our clothes?" James again.

"Yes, but you can only wear them on your own leisure time. You won't be able to wear them during training times. Also, if you do ever go to the punishment room, you'll lose a piece of clothing if you have one, but only if you have one. Also, each time that you go into there, the punishments will get worse."

"What are we going to be doing?" Leon asked.

"Training. You'll see what it is as it goes."

He told us that our schedule was a simple one. We would wake up at six and have breakfast shortly after. Our classes began in the classroom at seven and they go until eleven, with a break at nine. Lunch would be given to us at eleven. Language studies from twelve till one. From one o'clock till six, was training in different areas; weights, self-defense, weapons, tactics, and different specialized fields. Supper was at six and then our own leisure time from then till nine. Showers and personal hygiene were to be done and then in our cages by half past when the lights were turned out.

"But, tonight something different will be done," he said in finality.

"How so?" James again. I was liking him less and less; always the one with the mouth.

"Tonight, only half of you will eat dinner," he said to all of us.

"Why?" Bull, this time.

"Because you're going to fight for it," he answered easily. "Does anyone know what a melee is?" He looked around at all of us, but we all shook our heads, no. "It's a fight. Everyone against everyone." All of us looked at each other. Only James and Bull were smiling.

"The ones that give up first will not be eating," he said to a stunned crowd. "The lowest three will be given three demerits each, and the next three will be given two. And none of you will eat.

"The next three will be given one demerit, but will eat. Third place will get nothing but food; no merits, no demerits. Second place, one merit, and last man standing will get two merits. Also, if you give up too quickly, an added demerit will be tacked on.

"One last thing," he said to us, giving us one of his most serious looks. He had me walk up to him and turn to face the others. I hate being put on display. "If ANY of you grab someone's collar, EVER, you will be given ten demerits and spend an extra night in the punishment room." He reached up and grabbed my collar by the back of it. I was almost choking by the lessened room I had to breathe now. "From this position I can break Alvin's neck. It may kill him, or have him paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of his life. That is why no one is to grab a collar.

"No one ever grabs another one's collar. I can't stress that enough. I know you're going to have disagreements and probably some fights amongst yourselves, but the collars are totally off limits. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, but he wasn't satisfied until everyone voiced their understanding. He had me return to the group.

"Now, with that, does anyone have any questions about the melee?"

"How do we get someone to quit?" Scott asked. Now there was a stupid question, I thought.

"Punch, kick, bite, pinch; I don't care. Excluding grabbing of a collar, and doing serious harm to someone, like poking out an eye, anything's legal."

I couldn't believe an adult was actually encouraging us to fight. But, I didn't have any time to mull it over.

"GO!"

That was all it took. I saw Bull turn and punch Simon as hard as he could. The poor kid didn't stand a chance; he hit the ground with blood gushing from his nose. But, after that, I didn't know what happened to him. I had my own problems. Alex, whom I thought I was getting along with, swung at me. Thankfully, his aim was off, and he only gave me a glancing blow off my ear. I ducked and swung upwards to his stomach.

This was the one time I was thankful for being bald; no one was going to be grabbing me by my hair. One of the other kids at the orphanage gave me a 'swirlie' once. Now, it was impossible to be done. All I had to do was keep fighting and not worry about my hair.

When Alex had bowled over from my connection to his stomach, I used the back of my head to nail his chin. He landed on the ground, holding his face. I didn't stop. I punched his jaw until he screamed that he was done. I was about to go find another opponent when one found me; Scott. He ran into me with his bulk, sending me to the mat. I felt my side get scraped along the fabric, but concentrated on getting his fat stomach off me. I didn't have to worry about it long, as James kicked him hard in the face as he was working on me.

Not to let the opportunity slip by, I rolled away to come face to face with Ben. I wasn't prepared to fight anyone yet, so I got a fist to my jaw for my lack of preparation. And he didn't stop there. One more got me in the side. As I went down, I saw he'd left his nuts unprotected. If there was one thing I'd learned in the orphanage, it was to protect your jewels. I side-kicked right into his, sending him to the floor, screaming. I swung the other foot around to kick him in the face and he gave up.

As I got to my feet, I saw that along with Alex and Ben, Scott, Simon, Jeff, and Remmie were all down. James and Leon were going up against Bull while Philip was in a head-lock given by Mike. I had to make a choice. Bull was the one that was the biggest threat, now. I walked calmly over behind him and smirked. I hoped that the other two saw what I was doing. I just sat down a little bit behind and got onto all-fours. James saw it and kicked him in the stomach. Bull fell backwards over me, landing hard on his back, but it wasn't enough to have him quit. He needed added incentive. One punch to his nuts had him squealing like a schoolgirl. One more had him giving up.

I turned to see who would be next, only to get a fist to my left ear. But this one was flat on to the side of my head and it hurt. When I rolled over, I saw James standing there, having dispatched Leon with a sucker punch, following his kick to Bull. I moved to kick his legs out from under him, but he sidestepped it. While his concentration was on me, Mike came up behind him with a punch to his kidney.

He screamed, leaving me an opening to do what I wanted before; kick his legs out from under him. He hit the ground and Mike nailed him hard enough for him to quit. I was about to close in for the kill, thinking that I had this victory in hand, but Mike was way ahead of me and swung around with a punch to my face. I never saw it coming. I felt myself almost flying backwards, reeling from the punch.

I wasn't going to give up, though. As Mike closed in, I turned over to try and get at him, but he didn't let up. I got a kick to the mid-riff for my troubles. I rolled away and got another as I tried to stand. I tried again, and got one to my nuts.

"I give," I cried, holding my precious jewels. They may not have been much, but they were the only things my parents left me that I could pass on.

"I WIN!" Mike screamed, but had a bit of blood coming from his own nose.

"Not yet," came an unfamiliar voice.

Everyone looked towards Jeff. It was then that I really noticed him; he wasn't hurt. Even Seth, who was the first one out, at least had a broken nose. Jeff was fine.

"He sat down," I said to Mike.

"Why that little son of a bitch," he exclaimed.

I knew it; the little prick was smart. I'd have to give him that much for thinking. While the rest of us were quarreling with each other, he survived till the end by doing nothing. I felt a little cheated, but also impressed. I was at the very least not going to get any demerits from this, and a meal. I moved over to sit with the others that had been eliminated. I remember James was sitting to my immediate left.

"Hope Mike wins," James said. "You?"

"Mike," I said simply. Both of us were rooting for him, but I wasn't so sure he would win. Mike was smart and tough, but he'd been hit several times. His eye was beginning to swell, and his nose was still bleeding.

Jeff moved around towards his blind side, but Mike didn't fall for that; he kept the kid in plain sight. Jeff feigned to Mike's right, causing him to over-commit, and then moved back with a kick to Mike's stomach.

"Oh, shit," James said, echoing my own concerns.

Mike tried to retaliate, but was clumsy from fatigue and taking a few punches. Jeff dodged out of the way easily and came back with a punch to the boy's jaw. He spun around, nailing Mike straight in the mouth. With all the momentum build up, it sent our champion to the floor with a busted lip. Jeff sat down on top of him and began wailing on his face with punch after punch.

"I think he's had enough, Jeffery," Jones said, calling an end to the melee.

Jeff climbed off him and simply walked away; totally devoid of any marks.

"Well, Jeff is our winner, with Michael in second, and Alvin in third. James, Edward, and Leon are the next three, and the last to qualify to eat. All the rest of you will not be eating tonight, with Philip, Remington, and Scott getting two demerits. Alex, you and Ben will get three demerits and Seth will receive four."