The Neighbor's New Hogboy

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

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Chapter 7 

Kevin slept very well his first night at his uncle’s, Phillip Dayton.  Phillip gave Kevin the keys to Thomas’s room and told him that everything in the room was now his, to do with as he pleased.

From the moment Kevin had entered Thomas’s bedroom, his sex drive kicked in.  It was like being in his cousin’s private space.  He’d get to check out all of Thomas’s secrets.

When Kevin went downstairs to breakfast with his uncle, Phillip confided to him that he was somewhat apprehensive about going across the street and visiting his indentured son at Mr. Patterson’s house; “It’s going to be painful for Tommy and for me.  Yet if I don’t go over there, it will look to Tommy like I don’t care about him.  So I’m going to visit, but it will be a brief visit.”

Kevin was especially pleased when his Uncle Phil asked him if he would like to accompany him on his visit to Mr. Patterson’s house.  With Kevin’s desperation over his living situation out of the way, he was once again able to comfortably respond to his body’s interest in watching slave boys be controlled.

When Mr. Dayton and Kevin walked up to the screen door on Mr. Patterson’s porch, they could see Mr. Patterson inside the house sitting on an easy chair reading a magazine in front of a turned-on television.  They knocked on the door, and Mr. Patterson called for them to come in, without getting up.  Phillip and Kevin entered the living room and the three men made small talk.  The room looked like a perfectly normal living room, and there was no sign of Mr. Patterson’s two servants. 

Finally when the talk turned to Thomas, and Mr. Dayton asked how Thomas was doing, Mr. Patterson had a nonchalant response, “Oh, it’s too early to tell.  I don’t pay too much attention to a new servant’s reactions to, or comments on, events.  They’re all kind of hazy and lame-brained when first indentured.  Sobbing away like babies.  It’s best to completely ignore them and their feelings in the early stages.  He and Craig are downstairs now, on the wheel.  Waylan is down there supervising them.”

The expression ‘on the wheel’ made Kevin very curious, and he asked what it was.

Rather than explain, Mr. Patterson answered, “I can take you both downstairs and show you if you’d like.  But I warn you, Phil, don’t come down if you think you might not have the stomach for it.  Remember your son is now exhibiting all the behavior patterns common to the freshly indentured; such as breaking down and crying uncontrollably, wetting his pants, cowering in fear… and they can be hard for some parents to take in.”

Mr. Dayton nodded stoically, “I’ll think I’ll be alright.  Tommy would probably feel bad if I didn’t go on down and pay him a visit.”

As Mr. Patterson led Phillip and Kevin down the stairs and into the basement, Waylan was heard to snarl, “Shut up, you dumb crybaby!”

Mr. Dayton was at first concerned about Waylan’s cruel tone, but he was completely taken aback as he made his way down the stairs and realized that Mr. Patterson’s basement was deeper than usual; “I’ve never seen such a deep basement before.”

Mr. Patterson answered, “Remember, when I had this house built I was already in the servant trade business.  This basement is typical of homes designed for ‘at home’, on site, servant training.  It may seem quite a bit deeper than normal, but it’s only four feet deeper than the usual.  It’s so that the ceiling can be rigged with a servant training trolley system.”

When the men got to the basement floor, Mr. Dayton and Kevin stared up at the ceiling and saw that it was indeed a crisscross of railings and trolleys, with hanging pulleys.  At first it gave Kevin the creeps, but then it turned alluring to him as he thought of the possibilities of such rigging.

The basement was one large room, with both the walls and floors finished in linoleum.  The room was scattered with a large assortment of what appeared to Mr. Dayton and Kevin to be exercise machines.  But some of the machines were strange looking, and the two visitors could not fathom their purpose.  Further back in the basement were doors leading to the servitors’ bedroom and bathroom.  The entire basement was in spotless condition.

As they made their way further into the room the visitors could see the two slaves pounding away on two different exercise machines.  Craig was running on what looked like a standard exercise treadmill, and Thomas was running inside of a large wheel, like a hamster wheel.  Both slaves were in slave shorts and body harnesses.  The body harnesses were attached by cables to the overhead trolley system.  Waylan was sitting nearby on another machine, holding what looked like a long plastic stick.

As the visitors, accompanied by Mr. Patterson, approached the servants in harnessed training, Kevin could sense that Waylan was somewhat annoyed by their arrival.  Mr. Patterson asked his son, “How’s it going, Waylan?”

“Craig has gained a pound and a half since last Friday.”

Mr. Patterson went up to Craig and felt up his biceps as Craig kept a steady running pace on the treadmill, “Excellent. Excellent!”  As Mr. Patterson apprised the former architect in training, he ran his hand from Craig’s bicep to across the length of his back, as if testing for firmness.

Kevin noted how Craig did not flinch as his owner checked him out, but dutifully kept his legs pumping, as sweat poured down his chest.  He obviously had been trained to accept hands on inspections.

The two visitors’ eyes then moved on to their chief item of interest; Thomas on the hamster wheel.  The wheel was three feet wide, and Thomas was walking a moderately quick pace inside the wheel.  What fascinated Kevin wasn’t the pace at which Thomas was walking, but the fact that the wheel was automated, and Thomas had no choice but to keep up the brisk pace.

Mr. Dayton asked of the harness, “What exactly are those harnesses for, Mr. Patterson?”

“The harnesses, attached to the trolley system above, allow us to rig up the servants in training so they have no choice but to stay on the machine and keep exercising.  After all, Waylan and I can’t be down here monitoring the boys all the while they are in fitness training.”

Mr. Dayton noted that the slaves were not speaking, and that Thomas had tears in his eyes.  So he asked why it looked like his son was crying.

Waylan answered, “He didn’t want to get into his slave undies and shorts, sir.  It’s hard on guys to get into their slave clothes the first time, and Tommy was typical; he just cried and cried as he put them on.  But a couple of hours have passed now, and I think he finally realizes that he’s no longer a free boy in his father’s home.”

Mr. Dayton tried to comfort his son, “You look great in those shorts, son.  They show you off very well.”

As much as Thomas resented his father, he was, nevertheless, now feeling profound humiliation more than any anger.  The thought of his father and cousin seeing him rigged up and supervised by a 16-year old kid turned his face and upper torso red with embarrassment.

For Kevin, seeing two young men, one 18 and the other 26, being controlled by an adolescent left him almost breathless.

Kevin noted the plastic-like stick Wayland was holding and asked what it was.  Mr. Patterson answered, “It’s a slave stick.  It’s the control device used most frequently in servant home-training situations.  It can easily be used to give a good whap to a slave’s buttocks, or as a pointer type control device.  If Tommy strays too much to the side of the exercise wheel, Waylan can just use the stick to give him a gentle poke to help him reposition himself.  Or, for example, if Tommy or Craig aren’t lifting their legs high enough on the treadmill, Waylan can poke them in the back of their legs and encourage them to step higher.  It’s made of a state of the art carbon filament polymer, and thus it is absolutely slave-safe.”

“And that’s important when younger overseers are engaged.  Everyone knows that young male overseers can get a little over enthusiastic in their use of the paddle, training whip, tawse, or slave stick.  But by using modern, slave-safe, materials there’s no danger of a young overseer seriously abrading the skin of a servitor, or causing blunt trauma injury to the servant.  The modern plastic control devices may hurt like hell, but they’re totally slave-safe.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Little Tommy is like a son to me now, and I wouldn’t want him injured in any way.”

Mr. Dayton was somewhat taken aback by Mr. Patterson saying, both, that he considered Thomas to be almost like his son; and that it didn’t make any difference how painful were the blows of the slave stick as long as no permanent damage was inflicted.  Mr. Dayton didn’t know how to react, but he was uncomfortable. 

Thomas’s heart ached to go home with his father.  Even though, in the storm within his mind over the last couple of days, Thomas had written off his father as an evil man, he still longed to have a father who loved him.  And in that desperation he suddenly cried out, “Daddy, please take me home with you.”  After he had blurted this out he broke down and sobbed, even as he kept up his pitiful pace on the training wheel. 

Waylan was quick to stand and started to approach the ‘out of line’ slave, but quickly caught himself.  He realized that Thomas’s father might not enjoy seeing him whack his son with his training stick as he wept uncontrollably.

Mr. Dayton shifted his posture uncomfortably.  Mr. Patterson noted his unease and spoke, “Mr. Dayton, don’t let this bother you.  Young boys cry quite a bit when they’re first indentured.  It’s nothing, really.”

Mr. Dayton was uncomfortable and unsure of what to do, and fumbled for a response, “Son, everything is going to be all right.  I need to get back home now because I have to take Mikey to soccer practice.  You’ll feel better in the morning, son, I’m sure.”

Thomas cried out, “Daddy, I want to go home with you.”

Mr. Dayton was touched, and went up to Thomas as he continued walking the hamster wheel, “Tommy, remember what I told you, son; how I reminded you how hard it was on Bowser, our puppy, those first couple of days when we got him.  Remember, son, you’re just like a little puppy in training now, and I know it’s hard on you.  Bowser cried and howled when we had to lock him in the basement, or give him a few whaps with a rolled up newspaper when we were training him; but once he was well trained and got to know us, he was as happy as a clam.  And I’m quite certain you’ll be just as happy in a couple of days from now!”

Mr. Dayton, noting that his words caused Thomas to stop his sobbing, assumed it was because they were comforting him, so he continued, “Mr. Patterson and Waylan are here to help guide you along and help you become an obedient little puppy.  Even though Bowser was very unhappy when we first got him home, think of how happy he made us, son.  And I am sure that is how you are making Mr. Patterson and Waylan feel right now; very happy to have you in their control where they can give you all the special care you need.  They’re feeling right now, Tommy, just the way we felt when we first brought Bowser home; just so looking forward to turning Bowser into an obedient little puppy.”

Kevin found Mr. Dayton’s words of comfort and admonition to his son to be some of the most exciting words he had ever heard spoken.  His uncle was telling his own son to do whatever the neighbors told him to do.  That he was pretty much now no different than a little puppy dog.

Mr. Dayton continued, “So you do whatever Waylan and Mr. Patterson tell you to do, honey.  They’re trying to help you grow into a big, strong, and obedient, boy; and they want you to be happy because they love you, son.”

“Just think son, in a couple of weeks you’ll be developing super muscles just like those boys in the fitness magazines.  Sometimes they put servants on the covers of those magazines.  If you’re a real good boy, do everything the Patterson’s tell you to do, take all of your pills, eat the special food they give you, then maybe one day you’ll end up on the cover of one of those magazines, son!”

Thomas didn’t respond, so Mr. Dayton continued his attempt at cheering up his indentured son, “We just all want you to be happy, son.  This is all for the good.  Soon you’ll be a big and strong and obedient boy, Tommy, and won’t that be wonderful?”

There was no reaction from Thomas, only more tears rolling down his cheeks.  Mr. Dayton was frustrated, but continued, “And Tommy, not only will Mr. Patterson, Waylan, your brother, Mikey, and I be watching your development with interest on a regular basis, but so will your cousin, Kevin.  The good news is that you’ll be seeing a lot of Kevin, honey, because he’s moving in with me.  He’s going to be staying in your room.”

Waylan was thrilled to have a new neighbor he sensed he could relate to, “That’s great, Kevin!”

Mr. Patterson threw his arm around Kevin’s back and smiled, “Yes, having Tommy’s favorite cousin around to provide support will help make things go easier on Tommy.”

Mr. Patterson looked Kevin over proudly, like he was a new family member, and invited him into the inner circle: “Kevin, since you now live across the street, it would be a very special for Waylan, Tommy, and me, if you could join us for our big snipping party three months from now.  Waylan is going to clip Tommy’s foreskin at a large gathering of family and friends, and it’s going to be a very big event in Tommy’s life and a very important event in Waylan’s life.  And we would love to have you there.”

Waylan nodded in agreement as Kevin smiled, flushed, and shifted his stance in excitement as Mr. Patterson continued, “Just look at my son, Waylan, beaming!  It’s a proud moment in a young overseer’s life when he clips his first slave.  It’s a rite of passage.  Waylan would be thrilled to have you there.”

Kevin, breathless, managed to say, “I’d be happy to attend” as Mr. Patterson continued, “And for Tommy the occasion will be all the more special if he knows that people who really care about him are there to watch this event; his full initiation into a life of total and dedicated servitude.  It will truly be a special moment in Tommy’s life; not only will his young overseer snip off his excess penis skin, but that’s also the moment when we take his teen boy testicles and put them under our control.”

Kevin swallowed, “What do you mean?”

Mr. Patterson looked at Thomas sweating on the wheel, teary-faced, “We all want Tommy to grow into a big, strong, muscled, and obedient boy.  There’s no better way to facilitate that process than to prevent him from wasting his man seed.  Sex is the biggest energy drain in a young man’s life.  By removing his ability to expend useless energy in that direction, all of his energy and libido can then be directed towards exercising and building up his body.”

Waylan, excited, needed to interject, “Yeah, we want to turn Tommy into a real muscle hog.”

Mr. Patterson nodded in agreement with Waylan, “Waylan is correct.  But for the kind of super muscled boys I like to develop here in my basement, in the amount of time I have budgeted for it, about a year and a half, I need every ounce of Tommy’s energy concentrated towards that goal.  That’s why I need to take control of his teen boy testicles, and keep them from interfering with the bulking out process.”

Kevin swallowed, “How do you do that, Mr. Patterson?”

Mr. Patterson walked to the side of Tommy, “After the snipping ceremony, and while Tommy is still strapped down to the clipping gurney, I will have a technician from Jepson Control Services emplace both Tommy and Craig with permanent groin cages.  The chastity devices insure that their sex organs can receive no outside stimulation whatsoever.”

Mr. Patterson lovingly touched Thomas on the shoulder, “Son, once we get your genitals clipped, locked up, and out of the way, and you start to settle into the exercise routine here, you’re going to find that the groin cage will really help to make your life easier.  It will give you lots of extra energy that normally would be wasted, to devote to your duty as a hard labor servant.”

Mr. Patterson noted Mr. Dayton’s unease, “It’s all standard stuff, and really no big deal.  Once server boys realize that their cock and balls are no longer available to them, that having a penis to play with is only for free boys, they kind of settle down, and take pleasure in the fact that they are being turned into super-muscled hog boys for the pleasure of their owner.  Both Tommy and Craig will eventually be delighted in knowing that Waylan and I take pleasure in seeing their bodies transformed into a super-muscled hard labor boys.”

There was an awkward silence.  Mr. Dayton, afraid that Thomas would break down again, spoke, “Well, I guess you know what’s best, Mr. Patterson.  I’ll leave it all with you.  I do have to leave now.  My son Mikey is waiting for me.”

Mr. Dayton walked up to his son, “I’ll see you tomorrow son.  Anything you want me to tell your mother or Mikey?”

When Thomas only bit his lip and tried to look away from his father, Mr. Dayton gave him a gentle tap on his shoulder and walked away.

***

Hunter Watson, Tagg Ashton, and Brady Logan, gathered outside their homeroom.  Brady shook his head, “Can you believe it?  Tom Dayton’s been indentured for life!”

Hunter sneered, “And I’m glad!  The fucker was a homo all along!”

Tag was more sympathetic, “Yeah, but nobody deserves being enslaved for it!”

Hunter shook his head, “I don’t agree.  He basically was lying to us all along.  We took him in because he was like us, but he was probably only hanging out with us just so he could ogle our bodies.”

Brady gave a laugh, “Maybe, but I feel really sorry for him.  It’s just such a shock.  I can’t really believe it.”

Josh Benson, the boys’ Zootechnics instructor, passed the boys, nodded at them, and asked how they were doing on their 4H3 Club project.

Tag explained, “Mr. Benson, we were unable to make it out to Eden Prairie over the weekend to check on the colt we would be working with for our project because we found out that Tommy Dayton was indentured for life, and we were, and still are, in shock.”

Mr. Benson nodded, “Yes, that was quite some surprising news.  He was such a good kid!”

Tag shook his head, “I wish we could help him in some way.”

Mr. Benson thought for a moment, “You know, if you think he would enjoy it, you could use Tommy for your 4H3 Club project instead of the colt.”

Hunter wondered, “What on earth do you mean?”

Mr. Benson explained, “Servitors are bred and domesticated, to use the proper terms, and therefore are now considered proper subjects for the academic discipline of animal husbandry.  After all, it is important to study the care, handling, feeding, grooming, and breeding, of servitors just the same as we do for any other livestock.”

Hunter immediately liked the idea, “That is a great idea!  Could we really do that?”

“If you can get his owner’s permission, I don’t see why not.”  Mr. Benson noted a smile that seemed rather too gleeful coming from Hunter, so he cautioned them, “But it would only be proper if Tommy agreed to it.  He might find it something fun to do, and could give him a break from his training routine, which is doubtless rather rigorous at this early stage of his indenturement.”

Brady saw the scholastic value, “Wow, using Tommy would make our project really unique!”

Mr. Benson agreed, “That’s correct, because even though servitors are proper subjects of animal husbandry, here in the Midwest it’s a new concept to a lot of people.”

When the bell rang for class, the three friends made hurried plans to meet after their school day to make the necessary arrangements for their new 4H3 Club project.

***

As they reclined on their cots in the evening, after their second day of training together in Mr. Patterson’s home, Thomas asked Craig why he was indentured; “I got my first big job out of college with the architectural firm of Mason and Fullbright.  They were working on a huge construction project on a hillside, which gave way due to heavy rains, causing the pilings to shift, and which resulted in millions of dollars worth of damage.  I had nothing to do with that project except send out a few reports on it to some investors.”

“The construction firm sued Mason and Fullbright.  The architectural firm’s insurers agreed with the construction company’s insurer, and thus Mason and Fullbright were responsible for all the loss of materials and labor.”

“Mason and Fullbright’s lawyers were able to successfully pin the blame on me, and to help recover their losses I was sentenced to a life term of indenturement. At first I had hope, because I had some friends who were trying to get my case reviewed, but that got nowhere. They couldn’t raise anywhere near the funds that were needed for such an undertaking.”

Thomas thought he heard a sigh from Craig, and asked, “Are you okay?”

Craig replied “No”, turned away, and sobbed.  Thomas, himself recently devastated, understood what Craig was going through, and went to Craig’s cot, sat down, and touched him on the shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Craig.”

Craig was in need of the touch, and turned to face Thomas, and put his hand on Thomas’s arm.  The warmth of the mutual touch was a balm to both servitors, and after a bit, Thomas reclined alongside Craig and the two servitors hugged.

Soon both servitors no longer felt a need to cry to ease their pain.  Their bodies were aglow, and they both fell into a restful sleep.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/07/14