The Neighbor's New Hogboy

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

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Chapter 6 

The sexual high Kevin had just experienced while watching his cousin Tommy get ‘barreled’, quickly abated as he approached his uncle, Phillip Dayton, who was getting out of his car.  Kevin had no idea how his uncle would view him now that he had been kicked out of his house by his father.

Phillip was happy to see his nephew, and called out to him.  They shook hands, and Mr. Dayton asked, “Are you here to see Tommy?”

“Actually, Uncle Phil, I just saw him.  I was over at the Patterson’s looking for you.  I just wanted to ask you something, sir.  This is kind of awkward for me, Uncle Phil.”

As the two men walked to sit on the porch of Mr. Dayton’s house, Mr. Dayton was unaware of the degree to which Kevin was apprehensive about his financial situation.  And as Kevin realized that now was the moment when he would find out his immediate fate, the sexual high that was to be found in watching his newly indentured cousin in training completely disappeared.  A light sweat broke out on Kevin’s forehead as he thought of his current financial situation; kicked out of his own home where he had been living not only rent free, but free of all living expenses such as groceries and utilities, along with the free use of his dad’s credit cards.  He had lied to his father all along that he was saving money for a house down payment. 

When Kevin’s father had assumed that Kevin was taking evening classes and working the late night shift at an office supply store, Kevin was in fact out partying.  And when he had asked his girlfriend just two days ago if he could move in with her, that was when she told him she wanted to break up with him.  All the money that Kevin now had to his name was what was left of the $300 in cash he stole from his father when he moved out his things.  His father wouldn’t even let him the keep the six-year old car he had been using while he lived at home.

Kevin, in short, was very desperate.  He hated being in such a state.  He hated how he found it hard to be cool and calm when one doesn’t have the financial means, and a modern bathroom, to keep one’s self calm and cool looking.

“Uncle Phil, are you aware that my dad kicked me out of the house?”

“Yes, he told me, Kevin.”

“Uncle Phil, I can’t tell you how hurt I am.  And the reason he kicked me out is too humiliating to talk about.”

Mr. Dayton patted Kevin on the shoulder, “I know all about it, and there’s no reason for you to be humiliated.”

“But my dad thinks I’m a homo, Uncle Phil.”

“Kevin, I tried to tell him that you weren’t.  I’ve known you for all of your life, and I’m well aware of all your escapades as a young man growing up.  I know you are a perfectly normal male.  When you would stay with me while your parents vacationed, I was well aware of all the girls you would sneak into your room.”

Kevin, so relieved to have gotten to first base with his Uncle, started crying.  Mr. Dayton put his arm around his nephew as they sat on the steps of the front porch.  Mr. Dayton tried to comfort the sobbing Kevin, “You have to realize, Kevin, that your dad is something of a… well… religious nut.  In fact, he’s kind of like Mr. Patterson over there, across the street.  Religious fundamentalists just have it ingrained that homosexuality is some kind of evil thing.  It’s sad, but you just can’t reason with people like that.  I’ve tried, through the years, to reason with my brother, but there’s no getting through to people like that.”

Kevin was comforted, but looked surprised at his uncle, “But I thought you felt the same way.  You had Tommy indentured because of his homosexuality.”

“I sure did.  But it’s not because homosexuality is evil or anything.  I’ve been aware that Tommy was a homo quite some time.  So I researched it.  And all the stuff I read said that indenturement really helps homosexuals to lead happier lives.  The information from the Hennepin County Social Services Authority was backed up with hard scientific data.”

“I love Tommy, and want what’s best for him.  The material I read said that homo’s are lonely people; they can’t form lasting relationships; they take risks; they usually become alcohol and/or drug addicted; they can’t hold on to jobs; and they’re at much greater risk for disease than straight people.  Given all of that stuff, I knew that I had to get Tommy indentured.  The indentured situation forces homo’s to follow a set routine, and makes them have to hold on to a job along with all the socializing benefits that steady work provides.  They’re unhappy when first indentured, but once they get trained and put into service, homo slaves turn out to be some of the happiest people on earth.  It was not easy for me, but as a loving father I had no choice but to have my son indentured.”

It was now Kevin’s turn to give his uncle a comforting hug.  The two men sat on the porch in silence for a long while with their arms around each other.  And Kevin thought he had been blessed when his uncle brought up the very thing he had come to ask of him: “Kevin, it sure gets lonely around here with Tommy’s bedroom being empty.  I haven’t even been able to go into his room yet since he’s been gone, it so upsets me.  But if you were to stay with us, you would be most welcome.  It would help to fill the void in our lives now that Tommy is gone.”

Kevin could only sigh, “Yes, of course, Uncle Phil.  I would be happy to stay with you.  My girlfriend has been begging me to move in with her, but I told her that it didn’t seem the right thing for me to do at present.  I’d be honored to move in with you.  You’re my favorite uncle!”

As the two men hugged again, Mr. Dayton spoke, “Everything in Tommy’s room is yours.  You can do with his things whatever you want: keep them; sell them; junk them.  Whatever.  And I want to warn you about his computer.  It’s now yours, but there’s an awful lot of crap on it.  Maybe you can clean it up.”

Kevin smiled, “I’d be happy to do that, Uncle Phil.”

As Kevin basked in his freshly found relief, he looked across the street at Mr. Patterson’s house.  As he thought of the two slaves in processing over there, that special euphoria Kevin had been experiencing around his indentured cousin returned, and his dick firmed slightly.  He closed his legs so that there was no danger of his uncle noticing the bulge.  And as his sexual thoughts warmed him, so too did the embrace of his uncle.  Kevin felt good.  Like a kid who found a new daddy.

***

Waylan’s first one-on-one training session with Thomas, without his father’s supervision, was the evening of Thomas’s first day as a servitor at the Patterson’s residence, when his father instructed him to get Thomas ready for bed, and teach him the evening routine.    

Waylan’s chief duty as a young handler for his father’s servitors was to keep the servitors on schedule throughout the day in all things; from waking them up and putting them to bed on time, making sure they met their daily training and exercise quotas, did all of their chores, ate everything that was given to them at meal time, and ensuring that they took all of their pills and special meds.

Waylan watched as the naked Thomas showered, as he had instructed him. 

When Thomas finished showering and drying himself off, Waylan handed him his one-piece servitor sleepwear, which resembled a union suit, and a can of servitor talcum powder, and instructed him, “Before putting on your special servitor pajamas, you are to liberally apply the talcum powder to chest, arms, shoulders, cock, balls, and ass crack.  Dad doesn’t ever want to see you with chafed skin anywhere.  The powder will help prevent that.  He expects you to keep yourself in top condition, and to take good care of yourself in all things because you are expensive property.”

Thomas, humiliated at being controlled by his 16-year old neighbor, soon realized that Waylan relished his control over him as he gave out more instructions, “No, you have to use more talcum powder, and rub it in real good!”

When Thomas winced in disgust, Waylan clarified things, “Let’s get something straight, here, Tommyboy!  You are no longer my neighbor, and we are no longer friends.  Because what you are now is a hogboy!  You are no better than a pig!  And you will be doing what I tell you to do!  So start powdering yourself up the way I instructed, or I’m gonna tell dad that you’re balking at my orders, and I’m pretty sure he would authorize me to use my young-handler paddle on you!”

Once Thomas was properly powdered, he put on his servitor pajamas, and felt defeated.  The pajamas were the standard institutional servitor pajamas with butt and genital flaps.  Everyone immediately recognized them as ‘slave pajamas’, and now Thomas was wearing them.

As Waylan led Thomas to his sleeping quarters, Thomas felt like a slave.  And he thought to himself, as tears started to well, “I am a SLAVE, and will be for the rest of my life.”

When Waylan opened the door to Thomas’s sleeping quarters, the tears suddenly stopped welling up in Thomas’s eyes, for there sitting on one of the two cots, reading a book, was Mr. Patterson’s other new servitor, Craig Winston, the 26-year old former architect, dressed in similar servitor pajamas.

It was the servitor who only just a couple of days ago Thomas had watched go through the things he had gone through this very day; being put in the screened-over slave hole, getting spat and pissed on, and put into a slave barrel.

It was the Craig Winston who Thomas fell in love with at first sight; and to whose sweet mental images he was caught jacking off to, and which led to his swift indenturement.

Waylan introduced them by name.  Craig recognized Thomas from his first day as a servitor.  Thomas walked up to Craig, and they each put out a hand to shake.  Thomas was now no longer embarrassed by his pajamas.  And as they shook hands Thomas could smell that Craig was similarly powdered.  And suddenly Thomas liked the scent of the servitor powder.

Waylan instructed the servitors before leaving, “Craig, dad and I expect you to help Tommy adjust.  And remember, lights out in twenty minutes!”

Waylan left and Tommy sat on his cot just three feet removed from Craig’s cot.  Craig spoke quietly, “I can tell just by looking at you that you probably went through the same stuff today that I had to go through on my first day here.”

Thomas nodded.  Craig reached a hand over and patted Thomas on the leg and tried to comfort him, “Things will get better.” 

For Thomas, just being in Craig’s presence, things were already better; and got even better when Craig added, “I’m happy to have you here!”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/31/14