A Saturday Morning Tapping
By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Laura Chelen gave a concerned look to her husband, "Jeff, do you really think you should be taking Timmy along with you? He's only 14 years old."

Jeff knew his son would have a good time if he accompanied him, and tried to reassure his wife, "Honey, the kid getting tapped is a boy, not a girl. And besides, next semester Timmy has a human anatomy class and an introduction to social servitude class. So I think it's about time he gets to see what the real world is really like."

Laura shook her head, "That's next semester. I don't think he's ready."

Jeff attempted to dissuade his son, "Timmy, why don't you stay here and keep your mom company. I'm only going to be gone for a little while, and it would be good for you to spend some quality time with your mom on a Saturday morning."

Timmy raised his voice, "Aw Dad! You promised!"

Jeff was not in a mood to argue the point, "Laura. If I felt in any way that Timmy was going to be seeing something that he shouldn't be seeing, I would not be taking him. But Wyatt assured me most of these tappings are low key events."

As Jeff and his son made their way out the door, Timmy gave out a hoot and Laura shook her head frustrated. To her, social servitude was as much a blight on a nation as were its questionable wars. But they were things you simply didn't raise too much protest over if you didn't want to be completely ostracized from society.

Jeff's friend, Wyatt Tansler, was a one-man social servant dealership. He inducted and notarized social servants; processed them, gave them minimal training, and marketed them.

When conversation about his work came up one night in the bar, Wyatt suggested to Jeff that he join him on one of his tappings. "Saturdays are a good time. It's a busy time. Most folks seem to choose Saturday morning for a tapping."

Tapping is the trade word for notifying someone that they are legally a social servant and then inducting them into servitude on the spot.

The first part of the job of tapping, notifying someone of their social servant status, is the easy part. It is the second part of tapping, the induction (apprehending and duly processing an individual into servitude), that is the tricky part. And it is for this reason there are very few one-man social servant dealerships. Telling someone that they are now a social servant and showing them the papers to prove it is one thing. But having that person hang around after you have informed them of the fact so that you can take custody of them is quite another thing.

A licensed dealer bears a considerable responsibility. If a person bolts and gets away after they are informed of their status, the State certified and licensed agent is fully financially liable for the escaped servant.

But Wyatt Tansler is as fit, assured, and capable as anyone in the business. As Timmy and his father drove with Wyatt in his Jeep Grand Cherokee to their destination address, no one could have guessed the seriousness and import of their mission. Timmy looked on the 37-year old Wyatt with considerable awe. Although Wyatt was dressed as inconspicuously as was Timmy's father ("You don't want to give them a clue as to what's up."), he struck Timmy as a very different kind of man than his father.

Whereas Timmy's father was serious, Wyatt was serious and self-assured. Timmy's father was healthy, but Wyatt was healthy, broad-shouldered, large-biceped, and fit. And though Timmy's father was an attractive guy whom the women liked, Wyatt looked positively sexy to Timmy with his gleaming broad face, wide set eyes, and slicked back hair.

As Wyatt spoke about the mission, Timmy thought how he'd like to be like Wyatt; how fully cool he was. Maybe he should start slicking back his hair.

Wyatt informed the two Chelen men that they were heading out to the south part of the city to pick up an 18-year old boy; the stepson of a man whose mother had left the boy with her deserted husband. The abandoned boy was not getting along well with his stepfather or the man's two sons. So the stepfather called Wyatt and asked if he could set his stepson up in some 'nice indentured situation'. Wyatt assured the stepfather that he knew of a good fit for the boy.

When they pulled up in front of a house in a lower middle class area, already parked in front of the house, and waiting in a car, was Heather Madison and her 12-year old daughter. When Wyatt and his guests parked and exited their car, Heather and her daughter got out of their car. She went up to Wyatt and apologized, "I'm sorry Wyatt, I had to bring my daughter, Ellie, along. It was too short of a notice for me to find a babysitter."

Wyatt smiled and said it was okay. Wyatt introduced Heather to the Chelen's and explained, "I always need to subcontract a state registered nurse if I need to have any on-the-spot 'mods' performed. Heather's daughter is an old pro at this." Wyatt rubbed Ellie on the head, "I bet if your mommy weren't here you'd be able to do the clipping, nubbing, and ringing yourself!"

Ellie smiled, and Heather nodded proudly to Jeff and Timmy, "Ellie wants to be a nurse just like me when she grows up."

Heather carried with her an extremely large holiday purse; and as Wyatt pulled a knapsack out of the back seat of the Jeep and slung it over his shoulder he explained, "We carry all of our tools in bags that do not arouse suspicion."

The five member group walked up to the front door of the house, and Wyatt knocked on the door. When Mr. Nathan Bouder answered the door, Wyatt introduced himself.

Mr. Bouder, surprised to see two children present, wondered what was up. Wyatt explained, "Nurse Madison couldn't find a babysitter, so she had to bring her daughter, Ellie, along. Her daughter often accompanies her mother on these kinds of things, so she won't be seeing anything she hasn't seen before. And this is my friend Jeff Chelen and his son Timmy. They've never witnessed a tapping before, and I thought this would be a relatively easy and low-stress affair for them to observe. I hope you don't mind."

Mr. Bouder was too preoccupied with the pending indenturement, and so eager to get it over with, that he waved everyone in with a shrug.

Standing in the living room with folded arms were Mr. Bouder's two paternal sons, David, 20, and Henry, 22. Mr. Bouder asked Wyatt if everything was ready. When Wyatt said that he was ready, Mr. Bouder instructed David to fetch his stepbrother, Steve.

Moments later David entered the room, followed by the 18-year old Steve. Steve was a healthy looking boy, but one who looked like he was living in a stressed environment. When Timmy saw him, the reality of the situation before him hit him strongly.

Jeff could sense the stressed environment, and now suddenly he felt more like he was a voyeur rather than an observer. But he responded to the guilt he was feeling for being present by thinking that it could only be a good thing to get the kid out of such an unwholesome environment.

Mr.Bouder spoke to his stepson, "Steve, this gentleman here is Mr. Wyatt Tansler, and he has something very important to tell you."

Wyatt spoke, "Hi son. You've been selected for membership into a very exclusive organization." The young boy's face perked up and grew a light smile. Maybe at last his stepfather would realize that he wasn't a worthless kid.

Wyatt unzipped the side of this knapsack and reached his hand in, "I have something for you Steve. Why don't you come over here so I can give it to you."

Steve's smile grew as he made his way past his stepbrothers and stood next to Wyatt. In a flash Wyatt grabbed Steve by the shoulders, spun him around, pulled his hands together in back, cuffed them, and, gave out a satisfied mumble, "Toughest part over."

With one hand holding on to one of Steve's arms he slipped off his knapsack, stooped down, and pulled out a large pair of processing shears and a choke chain. Nurse Madison acted swiftly in a similar fashion, and set her large purse on the floor. She removed several large implements which frightened both Steve and Timmy: a nose punch, large medical pliers, several spiked rings, and a vicious looking steel cylinder with a bulbous tip.

Timmy swallowed hard in excitement, as Steve froze in gut wrenching fear.

Wyatt held up a court order for Steve to see and explained to him that he was now an indentured servant for the rest of his life. Once he got Mr. Bouder to sign his name on the document in several places, he secured the document in a zippered pocket on the inside of his shirt, and spoke to the new server boy, "Okay boy. You stay calm. Let's make this go real fast and easy."

As Wyatt took the shears to Steve's clothing, tears started rolling down his cheeks and he called out, "Mr. Bouder, I don't want to be a slave."

Mr. Bouder tried to comfort his stepson, "Steve, this would have never worked out... you staying here. You'll like your new life. I've made nice arrangements for you. No hard labor. No out-of-country sale. Everything is going to go well for you, I assure you. This is all for your own good."

As Wyatt snipped off Steve's clothing, Steve began wailing and pleading with this stepfather. No one said anything, but watched as Wyatt cut through all Timmy's clothing. As Steve's voice grew more frantic, Wyatt stopped the snipping and gave a serious look to Steve, "Boy, I want you to shut up right now!"

When he did not stop his crying, Wyatt gave him an unexpected and very hard slap across the face, "You keep quiet now, boy!"

Steve could only haltingly stop his crying, so Wyatt gave him two more hard slaps across the face, "You have to learn to keep quiet, boy, or else I'm going to have to get tough with you."

Steve managed to hold back his loud sobbing, but tears rolled heavily down his face as Wyatt got back to snipping off his clothing. Mr. Chelen had expected to find the new servant's stepfamily hostile to their abandoned step brother, but such was not the case. The family was in considerable distress, especially the two sons. Once Steve had started wailing, both David and Henry started to tear up. And their distress made the proceedings all the more difficult for Mr. Chelen and his son to observe.

Once the new slave boy had his clothes clipped off, and was bared for all to see, Nurse Madison stooped down and removed the boy's shoes and socks. Mr. Bouder noticed a tattoo of a small flower above Steve's as crack, "Who said you could get that tattoo, Steve. When did you get that?"

Steve was too lost in despair to answer, but Mr. Bouder asked Wyatt, "Is that going to affect the sale in any way?"

As Wyatt dug through his knapsack for a foreskin clip, he responded, "No, not at all. It's kind of tasteful. Shouldn't bother anyone."

As Wyatt gathered Steve's foreskin and clipped it, Nurse Madison knelt down in front of Steve's penis with a foreskin punch. The new server boy started howling.

Wyatt told the nurse to pause, and dug out of his knapsack a strange looking wire mesh ball and told Steve to open his mouth. When the boy did not, Wyatt took a pair of 'slave pliers' for the boy to see and commanded him again to open his mouth. When the boy was still too stunned to react, Wyatt held the open jaws of the pliers next to the boy's right nipple, "I just told you to open that cock hole of yours!" The new server boy, terrified, finally did so, and Wyatt stuffed the wire-mesh ball gag into his mouth. As he secured the gag with straps around the back of the boy's head, he explained to the observers, "This is a mouth damn. See how it keeps his mouth open almost as wide as it will go. It allows him to breathe freely and easily, yet doesn't let him make much more sound than a whimper."

Timmy, frightened, grabbed a hold of his father's hand. Jeff now wished he had listened to his wife and not come to the event and certainly not with his 14 year old son in tow.

As Wyatt and his nurse did the things they had to do; pierce the boy's foreskin, nose, and right nipple, and then fill those holes with spiked slave rings, everyone watched. But Steve was not now the only one doing the crying (although his was heavily muted because of his slave wire-mesh mouth gag). Also crying were Mr. Bouder's two sons, who called out, tearfully, such things as, "You'll be okay, Stevie." "Dad says we can visit you in a couple of weeks." "Hang in there man." "I love you bro."

Nurse Madison let her 12-year old daughter, Ellie, spray the new teen server boy's penis and right nipple with pain killing antiseptic, which considerably lessened the boy's discomfort and sobbing. And when the young girl dabbed the same antiseptic on to the boy's freshly pierced nose-piercing with a Q-tip applicator, the young slave's boy's penis started to firm up, but quickly stopped once the boy let out a yell from the pain of his new foreskin piercing.

Timmy, distressed by the harsh treatment the new server boy had received from Mr. Tansler, nevertheless thought it was cool the way Mr. Tansler did all of the things he had to do; from subduing the new server boy, being firm with him when needed, and acting the entire time so totally cool about all of it.

Both Timmy and his father quickly took on an air of nonchalance regarding being in the presence of a naked server boy. They quickly caught on; to Mr. Tansler and Nurse Madison slaves were commonly nude, it was in no way unusual.

But it was a big deal to Timmy. And as Wyatt knelt down in front of the new server boy to put wide leather bands around his legs, just below his knees, he noticed a bulge in not only Timmy's pants, who was standing next to him, but also a slight bulge in the slacks of Timmy's father. Wyatt had witnessed many times the bulges that sprout up in free men's trousers when they are watching a tapping for the first time, and it always amused him.

Timmy, so shocked and titillated at what he was witnessing, was completely unaware of his juvenile hard-on. Mr. Chelen was only too aware of his own turgidity, and shifted uncomfortably as he stood.

Mr. Chelen was about to ask Wyatt what the leg bands were for, but when he saw Wyatt attach a short length of chain from one leg band to the other, he knew they were hobbles. Here he was, in the 21st Century, watching a naked slave boy get hobbled.

And as Wyatt hobbled the boy, Nurse Madison knelt in back of the boy and lubed up the strange looking steel cylinder with a bulbous tip. She worked it quickly and smoothly up the server boy's ass, and the boy seemed hardly aware that it was going in. Only when Nurse Madison started to secure the steel plug with bands around the boy's waist and ass crack did the boy start to writhe in discomfort.

Timmy noted that the boy's prick started to get fat again, and as it did so Wyatt put a cinch around the base of the new server boy's cock and balls. He then attached a length of chain from the base of the cock cinch to the middle of the chain between the boy's two leg hobbles. The chain made the boy have to bend very slightly to ease the uncomfortable pull on his genitals.

With the new server's boys wire-mesh ball gag forcing his mouth into a wide open position, and giving his face a pitiable questioning look, both Timmy and his father thought how the boy looked the picture of the abject slave; one who probably, from this point on, wouldn't be giving his new owner and trainer very much trouble at all.

Wyatt's final act was to secure a towel-like band around the hobbled boy's waist, "There, let's get you covered and dignified." Wyatt led the server boy out to his Jeep, followed by Mr. Chelen and Timmy. Mr. Bouder called out to Steve from his front porch, "We love you, Steve!" His two sons echoed their father's words.

Wyatt placed the new server boy in the back seat of the Jeep. There were secured to the floor of the Jeep several lengths of chain, which Timmy did not notice on his ride out to the Bouder's, and which Wyatt now attached and locked to the server boy's leg bands. He then invited Timmy to sit in the back seat of the Jeep, next to Steve.

Before getting into the Jeep, Wyatt looked at the new server boy, "Another fine young man tapped into service for his country!"

Wyatt got into the driver's seat, and Jeff sat next to him. It was a beautiful day. As they drove along, the breeze on Timmy's face felt wonderful. He looked at the secured server boy sitting next to him, and had a sudden and indescribable urge to reach his hand under the boy's waistcloth and fondle his genitals.

Wyatt noticed Timmy in the rear view mirror, eyeing his new server boy. He winked at Timmy, "Go ahead, you can feel him up."

Wyatt and Jeff looked at each other and smiled. Jeff looked back at his son and the servant and asked Wyatt, "Can you remove the mesh gag?"

"Nope. Sorry. The last thing you want to do is let a server boy think he's got a new set of friends. He's calm now in large part because of that wire-mesh gag. It stays on."

It sounded like a harsh answer to Timmy. Yes, he wanted to feel the boy up; reach under his towel and pump his slave pecker, especially while he was mouth gagged. But Timmy was a civilized young man, raised well by his loving parents. But he nevertheless wanted very much to touch the boy. So he reached over to the new server boy, nodded at him, and gave the boy several loving taps on his bare shoulder. Taps that said, "I'm sorry man. I wish you well and all the best." The server boy looked Timmy in the eyes, and was comforted.

The warmth of the nearly naked boy's shoulders were inviting to Timmy. He moved closer to the boy and hugged him, lovingly. Jeff looked back at his son as he comforted the server boy. He was proud of his son and glad, at last, that he had brought him along to observe the tapping.

The End

Posted: 12/02/11