The Neighbor's New Hogboy

By: Randall Austin
(© 2013-2014 by the author)

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Chapter 2

Thomas hated to leave the Patterson’s, but it was almost noon, and Thomas’s father, Phillip Dayton, always got upset if his boys were late for lunch.  When Thomas arrived home after spending almost two hours watching the Patterson’s new slave haul bricks and do whatever he was told to do by Mr. Patterson and his son Waylan, Thomas was one mighty horny 18-year old. 

But Thomas knew that there was enough time before lunch to take care of urgent business.  He locked the door to his bedroom, switched on his computer, and turned on a slide show of his favorite porn pictures; pictures of boys in their late teens and early twenties doing it with men in their thirties.

Thomas pulled his dick out of his trousers and started jacking frantically.  But after awhile he stopped; the pictures on his computer screen weren’t turning him on nearly as much as were his thoughts of Patterson’s new slave, the handsome 28-year old Craig Winston. 

Thomas stood up, and not bothering to turn off the slide show, he took his clothes off as he made his way to his bed.  He grabbed some lotion from the bureau and plopped himself on his back on the bed.  He squirted lots of lotion on his dick and then started jacking with both hands.  He closed his eyes and thought of some of the things he had witnessed: Craig crouching in the hole; Mr. Patterson spitting on him; Craig slapped in the face by Mr. Patterson; Craig cringing in fear when Mr. Patterson approached him; and Craig hauling heavy cinder blocks in the nude wearing only a slave collar and slave work boots.

As Thomas neared his climax his thoughts focused on Craig’s beautiful body covered in sweat, his muscles taut and straining, and a long uncircumcised cock flopping about.  How Thomas had dreamed of having such a man as Craig as his lover.  Craig was on his mind so intensely that as he shot his load in several long glorious spurts he moaned Craig’s name.  When he had spent his load he moaned in the afterglow, “Man, that was so fucking wild!”

He opened his eyes still in ecstasy, and there, standing in the doorway watching him, was his father.  Thomas screamed and scrambled to pull a blanket over himself.  As he did so Mr. Dayton walked over to the computer and watched the slideshow.  He watched the show for about a minute in total silence.  He then told Thomas to get dressed and to accompany him down to the dining room.

After Thomas had quickly dressed he went to turn off the embarrassing slide show, but his father told him to leave it on.  When they had exited Thomas’s room, Mr. Dayton pulled the door to the room shut and locked it with the key with which he had opened it.  Thomas was frustrated and worried, but did not protest his father’s locking his bedroom door because he didn’t want to risk upsetting his father anymore than he probably already was.

Thomas wasn’t sure if his father was upset or angry, and his father’s silence was unnerving him.

At the dinner table when Michael brought up to his father what he had witnessed in the Patterson’s back yard, and excitedly asked Thomas to join in the describing of events they had witnessed, Thomas was mum.  Michael did not understand his older brother’s sudden reticence on the subject.

Thomas couldn’t look at his father, and only stared at his plate, barely eating.  He had thoroughly lost his appetite in his shame and humiliation.  And the more time that passed, the more upset he became, as he wondered what his father was thinking.

After dinner, Mr. Dayton retired to his study, and Michael and Thomas went into the kitchen and washed the dishes.  When the chore was finished, Thomas went to his father’s study and was about to knock, but he heard his father in a telephone conversation and therefore he did not knock.  He didn’t want to upset his father any further after the embarrassing incident.  He was frustrated that he couldn’t make out the conversation through the thick wooden door of his father’s study.

Ten minutes later Thomas went back to his father’s study, and when he heard no talking coming from the room, he quietly knocked.  His father told him to come in, and Thomas told his father that he needed to get into his room to retrieve some library books that were due.

His father dropped what he was doing and accompanied Thomas up to his room.  Mr. Dayton unlocked the bedroom door, let Thomas enter, and he followed him into the room.  His father spoke, “Just gather what you need for the rest of the afternoon, but don’t touch anything else.”

Thomas was worried.  He gathered his things, and was about to exit the room, but couldn’t contain himself any longer.  “Dad, why can’t I touch my things?  This is my room.”

Mr. Dayton spoke calmly, “Son, I’ve called some people from the Family Protection Agency to come over and scan your room.  They do evaluations and character assessments based upon personal effects and remnants.”

Thomas was firm, “Dad, the Family Protection Agency is a Christian fundamentalist religious organization.”

“I’m aware of that son, but they employ reputable professionals in the field of sociology and psychiatry.”

“But Dad, they are all, really, nothing but religious nuts.”

Mr. Dayton felt no need to support his case, “That’s no way to talk about people!  I intend to see what they have to say.  They’ll be here in about 90 minutes.”  Mr. Dayton looked at his watch, “Hurry along son, I’ve got a lot to do before they get here.”

Thomas left the house in an anxious state.  He ended up staying at the library for three hours, and afterwards he went to the park where he usually met his friends.  None of his friends were at the park, and Thomas was relieved.  Now that his father had discovered that he was a homosexual, Thomas wondered if his father would be letting everyone know what he had discovered.  The thought of his friends finding out about his sexuality filled Thomas with great anxiety.

Thomas dawdled by himself for as long as he could.  The longer he dawdled, the more a sinking feeling in his stomach deepened.  As dinnertime approached, he gave himself enough time to get home on time so he would not upset his father any further.

When Thomas arrived home his father was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and he asked his father where his mother was.  “She’s staying with friends this evening, Thomas.  She’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

Mr. Dayton noticed that Thomas had brought home more library books, so he dug into his pocket, found Thomas’s bedroom key, and held it out for Thomas, “Here’s your key back.”

Thomas took the key and felt greatly relieved.  He was curious about what had transpired with the visit from the Family Protection Agency, but was still too worried to talk about it.  He wanted the things his father had witnessed in his bedroom to be put out of his father’s mind as quickly as possible. 

As Thomas made his way out of the kitchen, his father said, “Don’t make any plans for tonight, because you and I are visiting Uncle Bob tonight.”

Thomas was somewhat annoyed to have his evening ruined, but didn’t want to express any dissatisfaction that could further upset his father.  He wanted to be on his best behavior for his father.

And besides, even though he would rather be doing other things, he really liked his Uncle Bob and his son, Kevin.

***

On the trip to Uncle Bob’s, when Thomas questioned the reason for the trip, his father only replied that he had to take care of some business.

But as soon Mr. Dayton and Thomas entered Uncle Bob’s house, Thomas knew something was amiss.  Rather than friendly hello’s and handshakes from Uncle Bob and his 22-year old son, Kevin, all that Thomas got from them were glances of disgust, and his uncle and cousin gave Mr. Dayton sympathetic looks that seem to acknowledge that he was bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It was even stranger when the first words from anybody’s lips were from Uncle Bob, who said curtly, “Let’s all go downstairs.”

Thomas felt somewhat nervous as they trudged down the stairs leading from the kitchen into the basement.  The basement was a typical unfinished basement like so many houses throughout the United States: grey concrete walls and floor, with drains in the floor; a washer and dryer in one corner; a freezer against another wall; a water heater; a work bench; shelving that held additional kitchen pantry items; and an old cot with a slightly worn mattress that looked like it was under consideration to be hauled to the dumps.

But what was not typical, at least to any of the basements Thomas had been in before, was a large, somewhat dated looking cage situated against the basement’s south wall.  And it was towards that cage everyone was walking.

The door to the cage was open, and when they arrived at the cage, Mr. Dayton moved close to Thomas and touched him on the shoulder, “Okay son, get into the cage.”  Thomas wanted to back away, but Uncle Bob and Kevin had moved in close behind him.  There was no room to move.

Thomas was dazed, said nothing, and did not move.  Mr. Dayton spoke again, “Come on Tommy, into the cage.”

Thomas tried to get away but his father was holding him, “Dad, what’s going on?”

Mr. Dayton used force to guide his son, “Let’s go Thomas, into the cage!”  He was unable to move Thomas, so he called for help, “Okay guys, you better help me here!”

Uncle Bob grabbed Thomas from the other shoulder, and both he and Mr. Dayton were able to maneuver Thomas to the entrance of the cage.  But they could not push him in because Thomas had put his foot out and hooked it onto one of the bars, thus preventing his father and uncle from getting him all the way into the cage.  This was where Cousin Kevin stepped in, and in an effective move gave a hard kick to the shin of Thomas’s leg that was obstructing movement.  Thomas shouted out and stumbled, and the two brothers were thus able to get Thomas into the cage. 

In a commanding voice Uncle Bob called out, “Good move, son!” and swiftly closed the door to the cage and locked it.  The three men outside of the cage gave sighs of relief, as if the worst were over.

Thomas grabbed the bars of the cage, “Dad, what’s going on?  Why am I here?”

Mr. Dayton responded, “I was worried about you.  I wanted to keep you secure until tomorrow morning.  I knew my brother had this old, unused, cage, so I thought it would be best to keep you here until the morning.”

Thomas was frantic, “Why Dad?  What’s happening in the morning, Dad?”

“They’re sending a collection team for you.”

“Who’s sending a collection a team for me?”

Mr. Dayton sought to calm Thomas down, so he moved towards the cage, grabbed a bar of the cage with his right hand, and spoke calmly; “Son, in the morning a team from the Webb County Social Services Authority is coming to pick you up.  Thomas, the folks from the Family Protection Agency checked out your room and its effects, and were able to determine, based on what they found, that a life of servitude would be the ideal situation for you.”

Thomas was wide eyed, “Dad, just because a bunch of religious prudes and nuts think some sexual practice is a sin, that doesn’t make it so.”

Mr. Dayton nodded, “Son.  I’m aware of that.  I don’t share the Family Protection Agency’s view on homosexuality.  The Family Protection Agency counsels a broad range of clients, not just those who share their beliefs, and thus they are aware that they have to present hard, scientific, data.  All of the reports they showed me were based on data gathered in a scientific manner.”

“After checking your room, finding your hidden toys, scanning your computer, and reading your diary, they were able to show me studies that indicated that people with your predilections need the kind of orderly structure in your life that a life of servitude can offer.  They showed me that the vast majority of homosexuals are far happier in a life of servitude than non-homosexuals.  Based on statistics of the homosexual population, they showed me that homosexual lifestyles lead to more alcoholism, drug-consumption, and disease, than non-homosexual lifestyles.  But the most convincing data they showed me were the reports and testimonials of homosexuals who were indentured for life: in short, they are, statistically, among the most contented people on the planet.  And that is why I’ve gone ahead and had you indentured; I want you to be happy, son.”

All Thomas could do was sigh, “Dad”, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Mr. Dayton continued, “Son, I’m not blind you know.  I’ve been aware of some of the things you’ve been getting into for over a year now.  And I have had more than a few sleepless nights over it.  This is not a hasty decision on my part, son.  I’ve been wondering about what could be done to help you for a long time.  I just thought the incident today was as good as any as to spur me to take action and do what had to be done before you turned 19 and were legally out of my providence.”

Thomas shook his head, “Dad, you just can’t go and make a decision like this on your own!”

Uncle Bob approached the bars of the cage as well, “Tommy, your dad has been seeking my opinion on your behavior for quite some time.  He did not make this decision alone.  I want you to know that I fully support your father in his decision to have you indentured.”

Kevin joined in, “And me too, man.  Tom, dude, it isn’t just my dad and your dad who think this is for the best.  I do too!  I too urged them to have you committed to servitude when I found out certain things about you, and the path you were heading down.  I’ve had homos come up to me in public restrooms, and some of the things they’ve said and suggested to me were really freaky, dude.  It’s an illness and you need to face it.  Servitude can help you overcome it dude; to channel yourself and all that wasted homo energy into being a useful and productive member of society.”

Thomas was angry, “Fuck you, you arrogant blockhead!”  There was shocked silence, but Thomas continued, “Now get me out of this gawdamm cage!”

Mr. Dayton was firm, “Son, you watch your mouth around Uncle Phil and Kevin!”

“I’m not watching my mouth.  Get me out of this cage, now!”  Thomas started to shake the cage severely and it started rocking.

Mr. Dayton warned, “You stop that now, or there will be consequences.”

Thomas was lost in anger, and no longer cared what he said, “Fuck you all!  I hate you.  You creeps.  Get me out of here!” 

As Thomas continued rocking the cage Uncle Bob tried to assure Phil that it wouldn’t roll over, “It’s too heavy.  He won’t be able to tilt it.  But I am concerned about him marking up the basement floor.  The steel base of the cage is making marks in the floor.”

Mr. Dayton warned Thomas, “You stop that now, son, or you’ll be sorry!”

Thomas only started to rock the cage more severely and swear more profanely.  He saw his father, Uncle Bob, and Kevin consulting, but could not hear what they were saying over the noise of the rattling cage and his curses.

As Kevin left the group and made his way upstairs, Mr. Dayton addressed his son, “Thomas, Kevin is going upstairs to get a shaving strap.  If you don’t quiet down we’re going to use it on you!”

Thomas stopped shaking the cage and smiled, “I dare you!  It’s illegal for you to physically discipline anyone over the age of eleven in this state!  If you so much as lay a hand on me I’ll sue you for assault and battery!”

Uncle Bob folded his arms smugly and smiled, then spoke, “You’re right about age eleven.  But your father has an appointment set up to have your papers of indenturement signed by the judge tomorrow morning at 9 AM.  At that time you will officially be a servant, who can then, legally, be physically disciplined at any age.  The courts recognize that folks who find out they are about to be indentured can get a little ornery, therefore any procedures that are needed to calm down a disobeying, soon-to-be servant, are generally considered acceptable.  The only way you could sue your dad is if he went ahead and had you strapped here tonight, and then tomorrow decided to not go ahead and have you indentured.  Then you could sue him for assault, and would probably win big time!”

Mr. Dayton spoke, “But I assure you son, I do not intend to back out of this.  I don’t want you to hold out hope that I might change my mind.”

There was a pause, Thomas said nothing, so Mr. Dayton continued, “This is not going to be bad, son.  You’ll see.  Even now, Uncle Bob has put lots of blankets and pillows in your cage so you’ll be comfortable tonight.”

Uncle Bob spoke, “You’ll also noticed there, on the floor, in the corner of your cage, there’s a water bottle, and a plastic urinal in case you have to pee.”

As Kevin came back down the stairs, carrying a very wide and quite thick strap, he asked, “Is he still being a shit?”  Kevin walked up to the cage, held up the strap so Thomas could see it, and asked, “You still want to give us trouble?”

In a surprise move Thomas reached through the bars and in a flash grabbed the strap and pulled it into the cage.  

Kevin jumped back surprised, and addressed his Uncle Phil, “Did you see that?  Thomas is out of control, sir.  He’s a madman!”

Mr. Dayton addressed his son, “Son, hand back the strap or else we’ll come in there and get it.”

Thomas made a threat in a puffed up voice, “You try it and you’ll all be sorry!”

Mr. Dayton continued, “Thomas, I will not have a tantrum from you here at Uncle Bob’s.”

“Well then take me away from here”, sneered Thomas.

The three uncaged men consulted.  Thomas could see them all shaking their heads in agreement.  Finally Mr. Dayton spoke, “Thomas, you hand us back the strap and behave yourself starting now, and all will be fine.  But if you continue being defiant, we’re coming in there.  And if we have to come in there to get the strap, we’re going to use it on you.  Now hand it over, son.”

Thomas only sneered at the three men, shook his head, and gave them all the finger.

Mr. Dayton did not want to have to punish his son, but he stayed the course, “Son, one last chance;  pass the strap through the bars!”

Thomas responded by taking the strap and slashing the bars.

Uncle Bob took the lead, “Okay, let’s move in fellas!”  As Bob took the key to the door Thomas slashed the strap out at the lock.  Uncle Bob was now angry, “Okay young man, you’re way out of line now!”

After two more attempts to unlock the cage were thwarted by Thomas slashing the lock, Bob was finally able to unlock the door and rush into the cage and pull Thomas out.  Once Thomas was out of the cage the strap was quickly grabbed away by Kevin, and Kevin, Mr. Dayton and Bob quickly moved in around Thomas and started undoing the buckles and buttons of his clothes.  Thomas was now not so arrogant, but was afraid, and asked what they were doing.

Uncle Bob replied, “We’re stripping you totally bare for an ass strapping you will never forget!”

Thomas was now pleading like a child, “Please Daddy, no.  I’ll behave!”

Kevin smiled as he tore Thomas’s shirt off, “You’re damn right that you’re going to behave!”

As Kevin took the lead in undressing Thomas, he was in a triumphant mood, and his smile showed it.

“We’re getting you naked for your first punishment as a slave because that’s the way slaves have to take a strapping, bare ass naked!”

Thomas could not believe how his cousin Kevin, with whom he had so many great times, was now a totally changed person towards him.  But of course, as he realized what was happening to him, it became clear that his father and his uncle were also treating him like he was a different human being.  It was too strange, and Thomas was so overcome, that soon he was completely bare without having offered much of a struggle.

Mr. Dayton and Uncle Bob each grabbed an arm and pulled Thomas over to the cot and laid him face down.  Each brother held down an arm and a shoulder of the prone soon-to-be slave.  Bob spoke, “Kevin, you get to do the honors.”

Kevin thanked his dad, took his place over his cousin’s quivering buttocks, pulled on his strap, gathered it, and let it fly across Thomas’s behind.

Thomas screamed and pleaded, “Please, no!”

Kevin smiled at the squeal elicited and swung again to see if he could get another one.  He was pleased to hear that the second squeal was louder than the first.

Uncle Bob smiled too, “You’re getting some nice squeals out of him.  That means you’re doing a good job, son!”

Kevin, proud of the compliment from his father, swung the strap and succeeded in getting a really piercing squeal from Thomas, who then started bucking his hips in a desperate effort to break free.  Over the bucking buttocks Kevin applied three more fast blows and Thomas almost succeeded in breaking away.

Mr. Dayton warned everyone, “Okay everyone, let’s concentrate and not lose control here.”  He nodded to Kevin, and Kevin peeled off another nice slice to the naughty teen rump.

Mr. Dayton spoke, “Son, you’ve got eight more coming for a total of fifteen. Hang in there!”

Kevin was smiling broadly, “This is cool, having a real naked-slave punishment session right here in our own basement!”

Kevin paused to flex his arm muscles.  He then pulled the strap back really far and gave his mightiest swat.  Thomas’s squeal was not so high, but loud and long, and ended with a desperate plea, “PLEASE STOP!”

Kevin responded with two more fast blows, and one more long hard blow.  Kevin spoke, “Just four more to go, cousin.  That is if you start behaving once we’re over with this set!”  That said, Kevin gave the last four blows with strong and fast arm movements.

At the end of the strapping Thomas was heaving and his backside was covered in sweat.  The men just let the punished teen sob on the bed.

Uncle Bob advised his brother, “I think we should keep him naked in the cage.  It’s just an extra precaution should he attempt an escape.”

Mr. Dayton agreed, “It makes sense to me.”

Uncle Bob offered advice, “Let’s get him back into the cage while he’s still subdued.”

Mr. Dayton agreed and the two brothers pulled the sobbing slave up and started to guide him back towards the cage, but stopped as Uncle Bob started speaking, “Take a good look at him, fellas.  He’s nicely proportioned.  That’s a real asset in a slave in terms of market value.”

Phil, Bob, and Kevin, all did a careful examination of the naked, sobbing, Thomas.  Thomas was too lost in pain and anxiety to react to his exposure.  Kevin found a thrill in having his cousin before him in such an exposed and defeated condition.  He spoke as he fingered Thomas’s upper chest, “I only know about social servants from what I peruse on the first page of the business section of the Times, but I would say, Uncle Phil, that you’re probably going to make a bundle from the sale of Thomas.”

Mr. Dayton spoke sincerely, “Gentlemen, that is the furthest thing from my mind.”

Uncle Bob spoke, “We absolutely know it is, Phil.  Kevin certainly didn’t mean to offend you.” 

As Bob bent down a little to get a good look at Thomas’s genitals, Kevin confirmed, “Dad is right, Uncle Phil.  I didn’t mean it to sound the way it came out.”  Mr. Dayton shook his head, pleased to know that everyone knew he had no mercenary interests.

Uncle Bob nodded to his brother, and they continued to guide Thomas towards the cage.  Mr. Dayton eased Thomas into the cage, and once in the cage Thomas went to the pile of blankets, laid himself down, curled up, and pulled a blanket over himself, completely covering his body and his face.  Though covered, his sobs could be heard.  Uncle Bob spoke, “See, the strapping was the right thing to do.  He’s all calmed down now.”

Kevin offered his observation, “It looks like he’s beginning to accept his lot.”  Kevin looked at his uncle, “Uncle Phil, I was glad I could help Thomas out like this, at a time when he really needed it.”

Mr. Dayton placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, “I really appreciate it. I could tell from the way you were strapping my son that you didn’t want to do it, but you knew it had to be done.”

Kevin nodded, “That’s right Uncle Phil.  Just because Thomas is a homo slave, that doesn’t mean I don’t want what’s best for him.”

Uncle Bob moved his brother and son a little away from the cage and spoke in a more subdued voice, but one which Thomas could still overhear, “And Phil, not only do I want what’s best for Thomas, but I also want what’s best for you and your family, as well.”

Mr. Dayton nodded appreciatively, and looked at his brother for clarification, “Phil, you’ve got to face the fact that now that you’ve got one son out of the way, your family is a very different kind of entity.  With one less mouth to feed, one less college education to fund, and with what you are poised to earn from the sale of Thomas, you are in a new economic bracket.  A bracket that will allow you to care for your wife, Becky, and your son, Michael, in a far more lavish fashion!”

Mr. Dayton again acknowledged what his brother was saying.  Bob put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Phil, you would be seriously remiss if you didn’t act to reap maximum rewards from this sale.”

Mr. Dayton asked, “What do you mean, Bob?”

“I’ll tell you what I mean.  Right now you’re set to earn anywhere from $500,000 to $700,000 on the sale of Thomas.  But if you were to get Thomas bulked out the way your neighbor does his slaves, you’d be set to bring in quite a bit more.”

Mr. Dayton answered, “I don’t have the facilities to get Thomas muscled out the way Mr. Patterson does.”

Bob agreed, “Right.  Nor could you afford to.  Mr. Patterson buys top value slaves, then spends about $30,000 over the period of a year and a half getting the slave bulked up and muscled out, and training their nipples and balls to stick out and hang low, so that they’re really primed for a life of hard labor.  By that investment of thirty grand Mr. Patterson is able to sell the slave for anywhere from one to two hundred thousand more than he paid for it.”

“Now you can’t bulk Thomas out on your own, but there are brokerage firms that will agree to buy your son for less than normal market value, then they get him hard-labor muscled and ready, and you eventually share in a percentage of the sale that would be more than you would make if you sold Thomas outright to the county.  Think about it!”

Mr. Dayton nodded appreciatively, and his brother could see that he was seriously considering his words.  Uncle Bob wanted to make sure Mr. Dayton took advantage of the opportunity, “Again, Phil, I’m just suggesting this for the benefit of your family, for Becky and Michael.”

After a pause Uncle Bob asked, “By the way, speaking of Michael, how do you know he’s not a homo, too?”

Mr. Dayton smiled, and was proud to answer, “I have no worry there.  When the folks from the Family Protection Agency were over, I had them do a quick scan of Michael’s room after they finished scanning Thomas’s room, and within five minutes they had found some Hustler magazines, and a paperback porn novel about some guy who has a love affair with his daughter.”

Uncle Bob was also happy that there was a ray of sunshine in his brother’s life, “That’s great!  Sounds like a kid you can be proud of!”

Mr. Dayton smiled, “I am, believe me.  I’m going to treat him like gold from now on!”

Mr. Dayton was about to go on, but at the thought of having a slave for a son, he started to choke up, “I only have one son now.”  He started to cry and his brother embraced him.  As Mr. Dayton quietly sobbed, Kevin came up and also hugged him.

When Mr. Dayton had recovered from his crying fit, Uncle Bob tried to lighten things up, “What do you say, guys, that we have a beer?  I think we’ve earned it!”

Mr. Dayton nodded, and Kevin smiled, “Sounds like a great idea!”

As the three men started to go up the stairs, Mr. Dayton turned towards his blanket covered son, and spoke, “Thomas, I want you to know that I’m with you, and I’ll be praying for you.”

Uncle Bob, nodded, agreeing that that was a nice thing for his brother to say, so he joined in, “And, Thomas, I want you to know I’ll be praying for you as well.”

Kevin joined in also, “Yeah, same here dude.  I’ll pray for ya’.”

When the three men had made it to the top of the stairs, Uncle Bob turned out the basement lights before closing the door.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/03/14