A Child’s Questions
A Portrait of Servitude
By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Place: Rochester, New York

Background: When a state slave authority steps in to take possession of a person whose status has been changed from that of a free person to that of a slave, it is often a traumatic experience not only for the new slave, but also for any free persons who happen to be present at the appropriation.

Depending on the circumstances of the enslavement, many new slaves find themselves appropriated, processed, and emplaced in a position of servitude within a matter of an hour or two.

Situation: 17-yearold Michael Jacoby always had a suspicion that his dad loved his stepmother and her two sons more than him. One day, just last week, Michael found out that he was probably correct in his suspicions.

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Michael Jacoby noticed nothing unusual when he answered the door bell at 9 AM in the morning, only that no one else in the household appeared like they were going to answer the bell.

Two uniformed guards stood at the door, which Michael mistook as policeman, and when they asked him if he was Michael Jacoby, aged 17, he responded that he was. The two strong guards seized Michael by the arms, as he heard his dad entering the living room and calling out to the guards to enter the house. Michael was dazed, and could not figure out what was going on even when shortly afterwards two white coated slave technicians entered the living room, one pushing a strange looking dolly, and the other carrying a large implement case.

The taller of the two guards, Eric, took control of Michael, while the other guard pulled an envelope from his jacket, opened its contents, and held it up for Michael to see. As Michel, wide-eyed, read the document he saw that it was an enslavement order signed by a judge, three relatives, and his father. As he stammered some questions, his step mom, Cynthia, married to his dad for three years, and her two sons, Jimmy, 11, and Alex, 13, entered the room.

Michael and his two stepbrothers had always gotten along well together, and he felt better seeing them. The young boys moved close to Michael, while Cynthia remained at a distance, silent and with her arms crossed, as she watched the proceedings.

When Michael asked, "Dad, what's going on?" The guard holding him spoke, "I warn you, be silent and do as you're told."

Michael's father, Henry Jacoby, answered his son, "Son, this is something your mother and I thought would be best for you, given that you have told us you were not interested in going to college, but intended instead to go on the road with your band."

Michael instinctively knew his stepmother was a driving force behind the decision. He indicated Cynthia with a toss of his head, "She is not my mother!" The officer twisted Michael's arms into a painful position and held them, "I've warned you. Keep quiet!"

Henry nodded to the guard to release Michael, "Son, the final decision was mine, and mine alone. It's just for temporary period, while you sort out your priorities."

"How long Dad?" The guard approached Michael for talking but dad signaled that he wanted to answer, "It's a temporary indenturement order, son."

The shorter guard, David, young, muscled, and slick, spoke, "We have to get a move on it. Michael has to be delivered to Echo Ridge before noon." Henry nodded for the guards to proceed, and David spoke, "Michael it is important that you do everything we tell you to do so that this goes easily for you and your family. Would you please remove all of your clothing and stand on this dolly."

Michael bolted for the door as he shouted, "Fuck you all!" The clever technicians had locked the door, and as Michael fumbled with the lock, the guards seized him, and started tearing his clothes off. When he was just in his undies they dragged him to the upright dolly, and with a four-inch wide waist strap secured him to the dolly. Michael was screaming and swearing like a mad man as Eric opened the big implement case and took out a strange looking plunger device with an attached strap. He forced Eric to open his mouth by pinching his nose, and placed the 'bit part' of the rod into Michael's mouth, and strapped it on about his head.

With the narrow diameter sheath in Michael's mouth just a quarter of an inch, Michael could still talk and be understood. And he continued swearing until David pushed the rod further into his mouth, and Michael started to gag. David spoke, "If you promise to stop hollering and to keep quiet, I'll pull the rod back out." Michael shook his head frantically, and David pulled the rod back out. As Michael heaved and coughed, Eric spoke to everyone, "I tell you, that mouth plunger sure has made our jobs a lot easier. Even the old gags we used to use didn't stop slaves from moaning, but this thing is proven effective." He then addressed Michael, "You keep quiet, because if I have to shove the rod into your mouth to keep you quiet again, it's going to stay in there for quite a while!"

Michael was terrified and tears rolled down from his eyes. Michael's tears frightened Little Jimmy, and he asked his father what was the purpose of the thing in Michael's mouth.

"It's to help Michael, honey. The men working on Michael just have to push gently on it and the pole goes into his mouth and causes him to gag, and that way if he is talking naughty or dirty they can stop him."

"But Daddy, Mikey never talks naughty or dirty."

"I know honey, but now Michael is a really important person and a lot will be required of him, and the pressure on him could cause him to want to say and do things he never would have considered before."

David took a pair of scissors and cut off the last piece of clothing, his undies. Cynthia noticed that Michael's cock and balls had the same general contours as his father's. She also noticed, more than ever before, how handsome he was, just like her new husband.

The technicians retracted two legs from in back of the dolly, just behind Michael's shoulder blades, and these served as legs for the dolly. They tilted the dolly back, and Michael was now reclining at about a
45-degree angle.

Each technician grabbed a clipper and started to buzz the hair off Michael's head, pubes, and pits. The moment the clippers hit Michael's hair, carefully styled into a rugged-casual look, Michael screamed in shock, and then starting bawling like a baby. Henry spoke quietly to Michael, "Please dear, try to not cry like that. It's upsetting to Jimmy and Alex." When he was fully buzzed, the technicians started applying shaving cream to all of the clipped parts.

Little Jimmy asked, "Daddy, why are they shaving all of Mikey's hair off?"

"Because honey, Michael is going to be doing hard work now, and it will be easier for his owners to keep him clean. He isn't in a rock band anymore, so he no longer needs fancy hair to impress the girls."

Alex, who had been standing felt flushed, and a need to sit down as blood rushed to his loins. The sight of his handsome stepbrother, naked and shaved, got him aroused and nervous. His mother, seeing her son's distress, went and stood behind him sitting on the couch, and put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Through it all, Michael could be heard sobbing.

One of the technicians lifted Michael's legs way up, exposing his butt hole, and the other technician inserted a lubed butt plug. The end of the butt plug had clips, which snapped onto the dolly.

Little Jimmy asked another question, "Daddy, why are they putting that thing up Mikey's hole?"

"It's just for the trip to where they are going to be delivering Michael. It will help prevent him from wiggling around too much."

When the technicians brought the butt-plugged Michael's feet back down, they attached a broad banded cuff to each ankle. Jimmy wondered, "Daddy, why are they putting cuffs around his ankles?"

"That's so they can attach a spreader bar between them so he can't move real fast."

"Why don't they want him moving fast?"

"In case he wants to try and escape."

"But why would he want to try and escape, Daddy?"

"Because he is going to be doing very hard work, honey. I signed him up for hard and durable labor."

"What does that mean, Daddy?"

"It means a lot will be required of him, and if he doesn't work the way he is supposed to, his owners have a right to encourage him."

"How do they do that, Daddy?"

"Honey, I'll explain more later."

Michael was openly sobbing as a technician started painting a large brilliant yellow cross on the top of his shaved head. Each cross bar was an inch and a half wide, and extended from his forehead to the nape of his neck, and from one ear to the other. Jimmy asked, "Daddy, why are they painting a big shiny yellow cross on top of Mikey's head?"

"Jimmy, that's so everyone will know he is a slave."

"Will it stay on forever, Daddy?"

"Of course not honey. Michael is not going to be a slave forever. The cross lasts for about a year, and each year it has to be repainted on the heads of slaves."

"How many times will it have to be repainted on Mikey's head, Daddy?"

"I'll tell you later, honey."

During this exchange Jimmy kept watching the technicians, "Daddy, why are they putting that metallic looking cuff around Mikey's right leg, above the other cuff?"

"It's an electrified cinch, honey."

"Why is it electric, Daddy?"

"It's electrified, honey, so that if Michael isn't doing the work he is supposed to be doing, his bosses can give him a little electric shock to remind him of his job."

Alex scrunched his legs together, worried that the precum he was oozing would soon be visible on the front of his trousers.

Jimmy's curiosity continued, "Daddy, why are they putting that collar on Mikey that looks like our dog's choke collar?"

"That's what it is honey, a choke collar, just like Blake wears."

"Will it hurt Mikey, Daddy?"

"No honey, not if he doesn't make any sudden moves. It's just to help Mikey so he doesn't make any mistakes."

Jimmy continued watching and questioning, "Daddy, why are they attaching two cuffs to Mikey's upper arms?"

"That's so they have points of attachment on his body so they can secure him. When he isn't working he will be locked in a chair where he can enjoy his breaks from work."

"Daddy, why are they putting those two big yellow tags on Mikey's ear that make him look like a bunny rabbit?"

"It is so they can track him, by satellites in the sky, honey. That way Mikey will always be safe and never get lost."

"Daddy why is that man about to give Mikey an injection with a big needle in his nose?"

"It's so Mikey doesn't feel anything when they punch a hole in his septum."

As Henry explained this, the technician took the piercing pliers and punched a hole in Michael's septum. Blood started rushing out, and Michael started moaning and calling to his dad at the sight of the blood. David threatened to push on Michael's mouth plunger, and Michael immediately quieted down. The technicians quickly staunched the bleeding, and washed off Michael's face. As the technicians inserted a giant seven-inch oblong ring into the septum hole and clamped the ends together, Jimmy asked what it was for.

Henry continued in his soothing voice as he answered the questions, "It's so they can attach a leash to it, honey."

"But he already has a collar on, Daddy."

"The nose ring is actually used to attach a leash which will be coming from an overhead trolley line. There is a line overhead where Mikey will be working and his nose ring will actually be sticking up rather than hanging down, the way it is now, and attached to the trolley line. That way Mikey will only be able to move about in the areas where the trolley line is. It's to help Mikey so he doesn't make any mistakes by going in the wrong direction, or into any areas where he isn't supposed to go."

Jimmy wondered why the technicians were applying big black decals to Mikey's cheeks.

"Those are the letters and the logo of the big company Mikey will be working for, 'ERQ', which stands for 'Echo Ridge Quarry'."

"Daddy, why are they screwing on little vises to Mikey's nipples?" Michael screamed in anguish as the technician tightened the tit vises.

"It's only for his trip out to Echo Ridge. They secure him in the hold area of the delivery truck by those nipple clips."

The technicians next put a pair of large, heavy duty, steel toe and heel reinforced, boots on Michael. They then tied a cord around his legs and secured his legs to the dolly. Jimmy asked why they put great big work boots on Michael, but no other clothing.

"Because, honey, that is his new work outfit. That's how all of the boys work out at Echo Ridge Quarry. Nude except for work boots. It's hot this time of year, and the boys need to move fast, and clothing would hinder their ability to be agile on the hot, rocky, slopes. And Michael will be starting his work out in the quarry almost as soon as he arrives. He will be on the afternoon shift, and start working his first 2 to 11 PM shift of hard and durable labor in just a couple of hours."

"Daddy, how come Mikey gets to start his new job today, and doesn't need to be trained. They have a slave training facility downtown, how come Mikey doesn't need to be trained, Daddy?"

"Honey, for some jobs, like the one Michael is going to be doing, training isn't needed. Since at the job site Michael is going to be leashed, trollied, hobbled, and electro-controlled, he won't have any choice but to be where he's supposed to be and doing what he's supposed to be doing all the time. When boys are so heavily controlled, honey, they don't need to waste time with them on their training."

"Daddy why are they putting that big elastic band around the back of Mikey's ball bag and wiener?"

"That's so Michael's penis and scrotum are brought up and forward."

"Why are those men doing that to Mikey, Daddy?"

When the technicians started to put on the chastity cage, Henry answered Jimmy. "They need Michael's penis to be sticking up and out so it can fit very comfortably into that cage they are now placing it into."

"Daddy, why are they putting Mikey's peepee into a cage and locking it on?"

"Honey, dear, that little penis cage will help Michael to be happy."

"How will that make him happy Daddy?"

"Because, Jimmy, boys who have to do a lot of hard work find it a lot easier to do that work if they are not allowed to touch their penises. That way, they have a lot more energy which they can channel towards their work. You will understand that better, honey, when you get older."

As the technicians locked the chastity cage in place Michael could be heard doing a coughing, desperate, kind of sobbing. Jimmy was upset, "Daddy, is that cage hurting Mikey? Why is he crying?"

"No, sweetie, it doesn't hurt him at all. Not in the least. Michael is only crying because he doesn't know yet how much it will really help him. In a few days, honey, Michael will be very happy that his penis is locked away."

"How long does Mikey's peepee have to be locked up, Daddy?"

"Just for as long as he's a slave, honey."

"How long is that going to be for, Daddy?"

"I'll tell you later, dearie."

"Daddy, will we get to visit Mikey?"

"Yes, dear, we can visit him four times a year."

"Can we visit him next week, Daddy?"

"No, honey, because you, your brother and mommy and I are leaving on a big vacation tomorrow and won't be back for a month."

Michael could not control calling out in anguish, "Dad!"

David was on Michael in an instant and pushed the plunger into Michael's mouth. Michael immediately started gagging and coughing. Eric smiled and asked, "What did we tell you, kid?" David put his arms akimbo and looked down at the gagging slave. He always felt a stir in his loins when he caused a new kid slave to gag with the mouth plunger. He would have liked to leave him gagging a little longer, but figured his father wouldn't be able to take much more, so he released the plunger. David knew that Eric and he would have a chance to play with the new pretty boy slave and gag him some more while they sat with him in the back of the delivery truck as the technicians drove them out to Echo Ridge.

Michael was coughing up phlegm as the technicians secured his arms and head to the dolly.

Jimmy asked, "Daddy, does that mean we have to keep Mikey's room clean for him while he's gone?"

"No dear. What this means is that you and Alex no longer have to share a room any longer. Alex will be moving into Michael's room."

Alex, unexpectedly surprised and pleased by the news, asked if they needed to pack Michael's things for him.

"No, Alex. Michael will not be taking anything with him. Everything in his room is for you and Jimmy to share and keep, if you want it. Michael won't be needing any of those things."

Alex was confused, "But shouldn't we keep things of his that are special so he has them when he comes back?"

Henry tried to address Alex's concerns, "Alex, don't worry. Everything will be all right. You'll understand when I tell you more later."

The technicians, finished with the processing, stood the dolly up and folded up the retractable legs. The entire family looked speechless at their unrecognizable brother, now so different from the way he looked like a young rocker just a half an hour ago. There was Michael, secured to the dolly, bald headed and yellow-crossed, genitals locked in a strange looking unwieldy cage, legs and arms cuffed and banded, giant nose ring hanging below his chin, big yellow ear tags, bare naked except for some big funny looking work boots, cheeks decaled with corporate logos, a dog collar about his neck, tits reddened with clamped on vices, and a strap about his head with a big pole sticking out in front of his mouth. Michael's tear streaked eyes were wide open in fear.

Alex, sweating and frightened himself, felt like he would be cumming in his pants at any moment.

David took another document from his pocket, handed it to Henry, and told him all that was needed to be done was for him to sign it on the release line.

Henry sat at a table, perused the document's three pages, and asked, "I can't seem to find where I sign."

David, wiping the tears from Michael's eyes with a tissue, stopped and took out his copy of the document and looked it over. He found the spot, "Ah, Mister Jacoby, it's right there on the bottom of page two where it says that you agree to give up Michael to Echo Ridge Quarry for hard and durable service, authorizing the use of any means of force necessary for the purposes of extracting compliant behavior from Michael, for a period of 16 years indenturement, in return for a payment of $850,000."

As Michael broke into convulsive sobbing, Henry cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment, quickly signed the document, handed it back to David, and left the living room. Cynthia and her two sons watched in silence as the technicians exited, followed by Eric who held the front door open for the dolly. David spun the dolly around with its terrified and trembling cargo secured to it, and wheeled it out.

The End

Posted: 11/04/11