The Neighbor's New Hogboy

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

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Chapter 3

At 2 AM Kevin opened the door from the kitchen, which led downstairs, turned on the basement light, and made his way to the cage in the basement.

Thomas was asleep in the cage, balled in a heap, and covered in blankets.  Kevin called out softly to him, “Thomas, Thomas.  Wake up.”

The blankets did not move, so Kevin called out again.  He thought he saw some movement, but when he called out again, there was no response.  Kevin saw a broom leaning against the wall, so he took it, and using the broom handle as a prod, he stuck it in the cage and gave the pile of blankets a poke.

The pile of blankets moved and Thomas cried out, “Owww!”  Thomas peeped his head out, squinting in the light of the basement’s bare hanging bulb.

Kevin held out a hand to shush Thomas, “Keep quiet, Tom.  I felt sorry for you, dude, so I wanted to see you.”

Thomas didn’t know what to say.

Kevin continued, “I want to help you, Tom.”

Thomas, still not clear headed from his sleep, asked, “Help me?”

Kevin whispered, “This doesn’t seem quite right to me, what your dad is doing to you, so I think the playing field needs to be evened out.  I want to let you out, dude.”

Thomas sat up, “Let me out?” 

Kevin nodded, “Yeah, I think the playing field needs to be evened out, and you should have a chance to get away.”

Thomas was about to stand up, “Wow, thank you Kevin.”

Kevin made a gesture for Thomas to keep his voice down, “Don’t stand.  Keep quiet.”  There was a pause, and Kevin continued, “But I’m taking a risk here, and I feel you owe me for this.”

Thomas agreed, “Of course, Kevin.  Whatever you want.”

Kevin looked at the stairs, then looked back down at the crouching Thomas, “I want a blowjob, dude.”

Thomas looked at Kevin, and Kevin stared back at him.  Nothing was said.  Kevin slowly moved his hand to the fly of his pants and unzipped.  He put his hand into his trousers, but before he withdrew his cock, he asked, “So, do you agree to this?”

Thomas was surprised, but still answered, “Sure, Kevin. Sure.”

Kevin slowly pulled his large dick and balls out of his trousers.  When Thomas saw his older cousin’s prick for the first time, he was thrilled, and his sexual thrill gave him strong relief from his despair.  His cousin’s prick looked nasty to Thomas: big knobbed and rudely piss-slitted.  And when Thomas opened his mouth to receive Kevin’s dick tip through the bars of the cage, its hardness was almost frightening to him.  To Thomas, the incestuous nature of the dick he slowly started to slurp on added to its deliciousness. 

Thomas gradually swallowed and started to suck eagerly, not only because Kevin and his cock were beauties, but also because he knew he was soon going to be free.

Kevin was ecstatic as well, “Wow, this is totally cool.  Having a naked slave suckin’ me off just like the rich guys.”

Thomas had always found Kevin attractive, but now having his dick in his mouth made the ordeal he had been through seem almost worth the anxiety and the terror.

Kevin pulled his dick out of Thomas’s mouth and commanded, “Okay, now turn around, bend over, and backup your asshole against the bars so I can fuck you!”

Thomas let out a surprised, “What?”

Kevin explained, “Come on, this shouldn’t be any big deal to you, since you’re a homo anyway!”

Thomas bent over and stuck his ass against the bars as instructed.  Kevin’s dick found Thomas’s hole, and he slowly inserted his free-boy dick up his cousin’s ass.

Once Kevin started pumping, Thomas could tell from his cousin’s moans that he was really enjoying himself.

After about only 15 thrusts of his cock, Kevin felt the first wave of his orgasm begin.  As Kevin started moaning Thomas knew he was on his way to firing.  As Kevin finally started shooting several rounds of hot man syrup up Thomas’s hole, his voice trembled, “Holy fuckin shit!”

When Kevin had recovered somewhat, but was still breathless, he exclaimed, “Man, that felt good.  I wish my dad could afford to keep you down here in this cage so I could use you whenever I needed you!”

Kevin leaned against the cage and caught his breath.  Thomas watched his cousin’s cock begin to deflate.  After a bit Kevin wiped his face, straightened up, and without saying anything started to walk away as he fumbled to get his cock back in his trousers.

Thomas called out, “Kevin, you said you would let me out if I did that for you.”

Kevin stopped and faced Thomas, “Dude, I can’t go letting you out of there.  You know that.  Your dad would be so pissed at me!  I was just up in my room, really horny, and suddenly it struck me; ‘Jeese, we’ve got a slave in a cage in the basement, so why not use it?’  I mean, Thomas, let’s face it; you’re a homo, so I knew you’d probably enjoy it.  And also, it’s like what you’re pretty much going to be doing a lot of from now on; so I thought, ‘why not get him started’?”

Kevin succeeded in stuffing his cock and balls back into his pants, then made his way back up the stairs, and turned the basement light out as he left.  Thomas went back to his pile of blankets and, for a second time in one day, cried himself to sleep.

***

Thomas was awakened in his cage by the loud talking and laughter of several male voices.  He stirred a bit, listened, and realized it was his Uncle Bob and Cousin Kevin chatting with the men from the county’s social servant collection team.  Thomas grew terrified as he heard the men laughing and joking.

He heard one of the men say, “We want to make this as easy as we can on him.”

His Uncle Bob responded, “Do whatever you have to do to get him to comply.  His father isn’t here.”

Underneath his blankets Thomas heard papers being crumpled, and a voice called loudly out, “Thomas Robert Allen Dayton?” 

Thomas didn’t know what to do, and the voice called out again, “Thomas Robert Allen Dayton!”
 

Thomas quietly answered, “Yes”, and peeked out of the blankets.

Standing around the cage were three uniformed men from the Webb County Social Services Control Division.  Their black and blue uniforms scared Thomas.  And standing slightly to the side of the uniformed team was his Uncle Bob and Cousin Kevin with their arms folded, very interested in the proceedings. 

Thomas noted that Kevin had had the luxury of a morning bath; he was all freshly scrubbed and slicked, and was neatly dressed.  He obviously wanted to be presentable for the show he was about to witness.

All three officers held up their ID badges for Thomas to see, and the senior officer, Hayden Mansley, spoke, “We are agents of the Hennepin County Social Services Authority here to prep, escort, and deliver you to the chambers of Judge Golda Ruben, where you will be indentured and admitted to a life-term of hard-labor servitude.”

The 50-year old, benign, senior officer continued, “We are about to open the door to your cage and have you step out.  Please be aware that we do not at this stage expect you to be aware of proper social servant decorum.  But what is required of a non-trained servant is polite and obedient behavior.  Answer all questions asked of you, and do everything you’re told.  There is no need to worry about proper servant formalities or etiquette.  But do realize that if you are not polite and obedient, corporal punishment will be used liberally until you are brought under control.  Do you understand what I’m saying, Thomas?”

Thomas shook his head ‘yes’.

As the officer opened the door to the cage he complimented Thomas, “Good boy.  Servants are respected and treated well in Minnesota as long as they are polite and obedient.  And in Minnesota, because politeness and obedience are synonymous with slavery, politeness and obedience are therefore mandatory.”

Thomas was kneeling on his mattress of blankets, with one blanket draped about his body.  The senior officer told Thomas to stand up and exit the cage.  Thomas stood, and the officer told him to drop the blanket.  Thomas felt like crying, and after a couple of seconds he indeed started to cry.  He asked, “Officer, could I please have my clothes?”

Officer Mansley said, “Sure,” and turned towards Uncle Bob, “Where are his clothes?”

Uncle Bob was caught off guard, collected himself, and pointed at the cot, “There they are officer.  On the cot.”

Thomas stopped his crying as one of the two younger officers fetched the clothes and handed them to Officer Mansley, who handed them to Thomas.  Thomas turned his back towards everyone, and with the blanket still draped over his shoulders dressed himself.

Kevin was pissed, and didn’t know what was going on.  He was hoping to see his slave cousin get pushed around and humiliated in a major way, and now, instead, he was being coddled.

Thomas stepped out of the cage, barefoot, and stood before the officers, each of whom held a black leather case.  The two younger officers in their mid twenties were cuties, with their masculine features highlighted by their authoritarian uniforms and boots.  Thomas quickly looked away from them for he assumed that they knew he was being indentured for being a homosexual.  He was frightened, even though he had been allowed to put on some clothes. 

Officer Mansley went up to Thomas and grabbed his chin, and started feeling the outline of his neck and chin.  He looked intently at Thomas.  Thomas felt vulnerable, and he was so uncertain over what was about to happen that his stomach fluttered.  Officer Mansley then touched Thomas’s right ear, and ran his hand to above his right temple.  He then examined the skin underneath the side of his head.  When he was finished, he instructed Thomas, “Please bend your head down so that Officer Carson can shave your left temple and mark you with the tracking dye.”

26-year old Officer Carson removed the portable clippers from his black case and stepped forward.  Thomas meekly turned his head sideways, and the officer steadied Thomas’s head.  He then turned on the clippers and shaved a 3 by 2 inch strip above Thomas’s left ear, making sure as he clipped that the skin was fully exposed.  Thomas’s neat and expensive haircut was ruined.

Thomas’s neat look was even more assaulted when 28-year old Officer Dante stepped forward with an applicator of orange tracking dye and painted the entire clipped and exposed part of Thomas’s head a fluorescent orange.

Thomas was beginning to feel a strange new feeling; that he was no longer in control of his life.  His stomach seemed to sink even more.  Once again the urge to cry returned to him.  But before he could Officer Mansley instructed him, “Now grasp your left ear with your left hand and turn it out so that the technician can ear-tag you. 

As Thomas turned out his ear a smile returned to Kevin’s face and Thomas saw it.  To Kevin, this was getting to be more like the way things should be: a slave getting marked and tagged and being told what to do.  Kevin was beginning to get stoked, and when he saw tears in Thomas’s eyes, his smile widened.  He glanced at his father, and they exchanged smiles.

Once the young officer had clipped a six by two inch dangling yellow tag to Thomas’s ear, Officer Mansley ordered Thomas to open his mouth and keep it open, “Officer Dante is now going to tag your back molars.”

A very worried Thomas asked, “What for?” 

As Officer Dante gathered the molar tags, Officer Mansley explained, “There are options on your order form for both drayage and assembly line service.  Both types of service employ mouth bits.  Judge Ruben will put a final classification on you today, and if either one of the two options are chosen, then the processing team will know which teeth are to be removed.”

A look of fear took over Thomas’s face and he started crying out.  When Officer Dante approached him, Thomas opened his mouth so the officer could tag his back teeth, but Thomas still continued crying. 

Kevin’s dick started to seriously firm up as he watched the things the officers were doing to his cousin Thomas.

The tagging of Thomas’s teeth, basically applying small adhesive strips to each tooth, went quickly.  When it was over Thomas stopped his crying, occupied with the sensation of having his teeth tagged.

Officer Mansley instructed, “Thomas, please open up your shirt and expose your left nipple so that Officer Carson can fit you with a sonar tracking clamp.”

Thomas opened up his shirt to fully expose his chest.  Officer Carson approached Thomas holding the tracking clamp in his left hand and with his right hand began manipulating Thomas’s left nipple.

He squeezed and tweaked it quite vigorously and Thomas let out a yelp.  Officer Carson explained, “We have to get blood flowing into the tit area so it can help your body adjust to this tracking clamp.”

When Officer Carson had gotten Thomas’s tit a nice red color and fully engorged, he opened the clamp to which the credit card size sonar tracking device was attached, grasped a fair amount of Thomas’s left nipple area, applied the clamp, and then started tightening it.  Thomas let out a yell.  As Officer Carson continued to tighten it Thomas screamed, “It hurts. Stop!”

Officer Mansley comforted Thomas, “It’s okay, kid.  The clamp has to be tightened quite severely, so that once Officer Carson sets the lock on the clamp, it can’t be removed.  The pain will wear off in a couple of minutes.”

Thomas let out a yell as Officer Carson locked the clamp.  He instructed Thomas, “Don’t try to tear it off.  It’s designed to tear into the flesh if there is any attempt to remove it.”

Kevin’s face sported an open-mouthed broad smile, and his tongue was set against the right side of his upper lip.

Officer Dante approached Thomas with a pink tag; six by two inches, similar to Thomas’s ear tag, and attached it to the right side of Thomas’s nose.  As he tightened the clamp screw, Uncle Bob asked, “What’s that pink tag for?”

Officer Mansley answered, “It marks him as a homosexual.  Depending on how Judge Ruben classifies Thomas, it makes him a quick read for the marketing people out at the processing center.  So, for example, should Judge Ruben classify Thomas as a ‘hard/labor sexual domestic’, the marketing people can immediately see how many homos’ there are in the current batch of newly indentured servants.  Then they can select which homo’s would most successfully meet their current marketing demand and process them accordingly.”

Uncle Bob was surprised, “Wow, they really got that marketing thing down!”

Officer Mansley continued, “You bet they do!  We’re talking big bucks for the county and state here.  Say, for example, they’ve got an order for an 18-year old, blond-haired, brown-skinned, circumcised, tattooed, branded, fully-ringed, hobbled, and castrated, homo.  Then Thomas here could very well be their pick.”

Uncle Bob was confused, “But Thomas is a brown-haired, white-skinned, uncircumcised, kid with balls and no tattoos.  How could they pick him?”

Officer Mansley threw out his hand, “Well that’s the miracle of modern processing; these days they can make hair and skin any color the client desires.”

Officer Mansley was clearly on a subject that interested him, “What’s especially popular with the Asian buyers these days, especially with the Japanese, is taking servants with very white-boy, all-American, features, and dying their skin anywhere from a medium chocolate brown color to a Nubian black.  Very popular!  In fact, there is a good chance Thomas could end up spending the rest of his life in some Asian country.  Right now almost 20% of Minnesota’s newly indentured young males end up in Asia.  These days the Asians are snapping up good looking American white boys by the carload!”

“One of the reasons for the booming market here in Minnesota, of course, is that now that tattooing, branding, skinning, and castrating have been outlawed in most states, buyers from other states are turning to Minnesota to get their customized servants.”

“In fact, because we are one of the last places in not only this country, but in Europe and Eastern Europe as well, that allows such severe body modification options on lifer servants, buyers from around the world are flocking here to get the product they want.”

 Uncle Bob was confused, “I don’t get it.  Everyone says that Minnesota has more laws protecting servitors than almost any other state in the union.”

Officer Mansley explained, “Well you gotta have lots of laws protecting them when you allow for so many forms of body modifications.  After all, if you’re nutting a slave, for example, you need laws that guarantee that the castration will be performed by a medical professional.”

As Uncle Bob nodded an, ‘I see!’ to Officer Mansley, Thomas was in a daze as tears streamed down his face.  Officer Mansley, seeing Thomas’s distraught condition, was gentle as he instructed, “Thomas, if you would be so kind as to expose your left ankle so that Officer Carson can emplace the punishment anklet.”

Uncle Bob and Kevin moved in closer to get a better view.  Thomas pulled up his pant leg to expose his ankle.  As Office Carson came forward with the two-inch wide ankle band, Uncle Bob asked, “Now what’s that thing for?”

Officer Carson responded as he fitted the band around Thomas’s ankle, “The boys out at the processing center don’t have time to be give out traditional servant punishments, such as over the knee spankings and ass paddlings.  But with this punishment anklet all that they need to do is aim a remote controller at Thomas, and by means of an electrical charge, the anklet band can stimulate the pain receptors in the nearby nerves, causing an intense pain that, I’m told, resembles a grease burn.  I’ve never tried it, but from the way I’ve heard the boys scream who get their anklet buzzed, I can believe it must be pretty awful.”

Officer Mansley joined in, “Minnesota is the leader in the use of state of the art punishment devices.  That’s why, Thomas, you’ll want to behave yourself over at the processing center.  Just do as you’re told and you’ll be treated like a million bucks.”

Kevin was impressed, “I think it’s kind of neat looking.”  When Kevin noticed that Officer Mansley approved of him complimenting Thomas, Kevin continued, “Wow, look at yourself, cousin!  You’re all marked out and tagged out just like some South African mine slave.”

Officer Mansley nodded happily, “And we’re not even finished yet!”  He looked at Thomas, “All of the gear we’re getting you rigged up with, Thomas, are things to be proud of.  Social servants benefit all of society, and servants need to take pride in themselves.  You servants are a blessing to society!”  Officer Mansley smiled proudly at Thomas and put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder, “I want you to raise your head, be proud, and give us a nice smile.”

Thomas wanted to oblige Officer Mansley because he felt he was a caring individual, but nevertheless he found it difficult to follow his request.  When Thomas raised his head and gave a very pained smile, Officer Mansley patted him on the shoulder, “You’re a good kid, Thomas.  You’ll do well!”

Uncle Bob and Kevin nodded in agreement, and Officer Mansley gave the next order to Thomas, “Now please bend over slightly and expose your buttocks so that Officer Dante can stencil you with the Hennepin County logo.”

Thomas turned his back to Officer Dante, dropped his trousers, and peeled down his undies to expose both of his buttocks.  Officer Dante applied a large stencil to Thomas’s left buttock, and sprayed it with dye from a spray applicator.”  When the officer peeled off the stencil, Kevin gave a whistle of approval, “Neat looking!”

Officer Mansley agreed, “Yeah, I agree.  I love the Hennepin County Social Services logo.”

Officer Mansley instructed Thomas, who still had his backside to everyone, “It’ll take a few minutes for the dye on your ass to dry.  But we need you now to let Officer Carson have full access to your genitals so that he can fit you with the genital chastity control and GPS cinch.  Please drop your undies completely and turn around and face Officer Carson.”

Kevin swallowed hard.  The officers from the Hennepin County Social Services Authority, in his opinion, sure knew how to do their job, and do it well.  He had no idea that watching his cousin be stripped of his dignity, his personal freedom, and his life as he knew it, could be so dick-hardening exciting.  Aware of his own erection, he wondered if he was alone, so he glanced at the trousers of the two younger officers, Officers Dante and Carson.  Kevin was pleased to see that their dicks, also, were firmed up in their trousers.

The thing that Officer Carson was attaching around the base of Thomas’s sexual equipment looked frightening to not only Thomas, but also to his cousin, Kevin, and to Kevin’s father.  It was a heavy molded plastic band that encircled the base of Thomas’s cock and balls.  It was colored a deep shade of black, and grasped the root of Thomas’s cock very tightly.  It forced Thomas’s balls out and away, and his cock, resting on them, was thrust out and forward as well.

Uncle Bob was curious, and asked Officer Mansley, “You said that that thing was a chastity control device as well as a GPS unit.  How does it work to control chastity?”

“It can sense how much blood is flowing into the penis, and can be set to give a nausea inducing low voltage and continuous shock to the root of the penis until the penis deflates.  It’s very effective at keeping the newly indentured’s mind off of sex and concentrating instead at the things he’s supposed to be doing; hard labor.  It also makes hard labor easier for the servant because the energy normally wasted on sex is channeled into a servant’s duties.”

Kevin called out, “See Thomas, they’re doing everything they can to help make your life of service an easy one.”

Officer Mansley patted Thomas on the shoulder, “He’s right, son.  After the judge signs you into servitude, and we get you out to the processing center, you’ll see that there are all kinds of rewards offered to servants for good behavior.”

Officer Mansley withdrew his hand and told Thomas he could pull up his pants.  He watched Thomas pull up his pants, and zip up and button his fly, “There you go, sonny, now you’re all decent.  We’d better get a move on it now.” 

Officer Dante approached Thomas with a very wide collar, to which a leash was attached, and snapped it around Thomas’s neck.  It made Thomas’s head stick way up.  When Thomas gave a worried, choked, look, Officer Mansley explained, “It’s just a temporary collar for your visit to the judge.  Once we get you out to the processing center and get you trestled, harnessed, hobbled, breeched, and plugged, then we can take this temporary baby collar off and put on your real slave collar.  A real man-size servant collar for the fine young man servant that you’re going to turn out to be!” 

Officer Mansley smiled broadly and proudly at the new slave.  Officer Mansley always felt good when he sensed he was bringing into the Minnesota social servitude system a servant who would reap handsome benefits for the state.

Officers Dante and Carson also felt really good, because they knew they received a bonus on their paychecks for every newly indentured person they bring into the processing center who is not in need of medical attention from any physical discipline and control procedures that they may have had to perform during the collection and induction procedures.  Thomas was, in their jargon, an ‘easy one’.

Officer Mansley thanked Uncle Bob and Kevin, and Officer Dante tugged on the leash to pull Thomas along.  At the front door exiting Uncle Bob’s living room, Thomas grabbed onto the doorframe, and made an attempt to resist.  The collection team offered no resistance, and just let Thomas grab the doorway, confident they could easily make Thomas move into the collection vehicle if they needed to. 

Uncle Bob offered encouragement to Thomas, “Thomas, don’t act like a child.  Make your Uncle Bob proud of you!”

Thomas knew that Uncle Bob’s house, to which he now clung, offered no real haven.  He knew his grabbing on to the doorframe was a reflex, his body reacting to the fear of where he was going.  The fear of the unknown.

Kevin went up to Thomas and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, “Tommy, Tommy.  Stop you’re crying.  Don’t make me have to tell your dad that you didn’t go like a man.”

Thomas spat a, “Fuck you!”  Kevin let go of Thomas, and Thomas let go of the doorway.  Kevin wanted some kind of comeuppance for Thomas’s curse, and asked the officers, “Did you hear that?”

Officers Mansley, Dante, and Carson, each had their reasons for not wanting to waste any time on Kevin’s request for vengeance.  But officer Mansley responded, “We did.  We’re tight for time right now.  He has an appointment shortly with the judge.  But I’ll mark his record.  His foul language will be good for five strokes of the paddle.  At the processing center they usually wait until the boys have accrued at least twenty strokes before splaying them out on the stanchion.”

That was good enough for Kevin, and he gave the broadest sneering smile he was capable of to Thomas.  Thomas was about to react but felt another tug of the leash from Officer Dante. 

The three Officers and the new slave made their way to the collection van.  They put Thomas in the back of the van.  The van had six chairs, all of which were empty.  They sat Thomas down in one of the chairs and secured him in with the chair’s heavy duty restraining belts.  The moment Officer Carson closed the back door of the van, Thomas broke down and cried the loudest and longest he had every cried in his entire life.

When the three officers got into the front of the van, with Officer Carson in the driver’s seat, they could hear Thomas’s crying in the back of the van.  It was a common sound to the three officers, and they all but ignored it as Officer Carson asked his two colleagues where they wanted to go for lunch afterwards.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/10/14