The Neighbor's New Hogboy

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

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Chapter 9 

Waylan called out to his dad’s two servitors, Thomas and Craig, “All right you two pigs, get your asses over here and get hogboy naked!  It’s time to get you pilled and medicated!”

As the slaves stripped off their shorts, Waylan counted out the 16 pills for each servitor, which was part of their daily ‘cocktail’, consisting of various hormones, steroids, vitamins, and minerals.

Thomas and Craig were used to the demeaning treatment they regularly received at the hands of Waylan.  Alone in bed at night, Waylan was the frequent butt of their jokes and complaints about their lives as servitors.  But they were both very much opposed to the hormone and steroid therapy, and for that reason Waylan’s father insisted that Waylan monitor the pilling each day to make certain that both servitors ingested their daily dosage.

Just as Waylan had finished assembling each servitor’s cocktail, his father came down the stairs, and seeing the slaves naked and standing in front of Waylan, asked what was going on.

“Dad, I’m pilling the slaves.”

“Why do you have them naked, son?”

“It’s what I learned in my Young Handler’s Club, Dad.  When you need a slave to take pills, have them strip naked.  That way there can be no clever hand tricks where the slaves pretend to take the pills, but instead hide them in their clothes.”

Mr. Patterson was pleased, “Smart!  That Young Handler’s Club has done you a world of good, Waylan.  Not only is it giving you tons of good advice on controlling slaves, but it has noticeably matured you ever since you enrolled.”

Waylan beamed at his father’s praise, as Mr. Patterson continued, “But I need you take Thomas off the cocktail for now!”

Waylan was especially upset, because he knew that Thomas most of all hated the pills, and he so enjoyed the feeling of control that came with making servitors do things that they did not like to do, “Dad, why?”

“Son, since the economy tanked, the area of social servitude that has been hardest hit by the financial crisis is high-end servitors.  The market has not been recovering for ‘brawn selects’ the way it has been for ‘domestics’ and ‘drudges’.  I really am not in a financial situation to have two high-end servitors, and I should never have purchased Tommy in the first place; but I was just trying to be Mr. Nice Guy for his father.  Things are not looking good, and I am wondering if I will even be able to recover all of my original investment in the purchase of Tommy.  So, my plan for now, although this is not certain, is to sell Tommy off as soon as possible, and hopefully recover at least the amount I paid for him.”

Waylan had a frown on his face as his father continued, “So for that reason, hold off on giving

Tommy his daily cocktail until further notice.  Those pills are damned expensive, with each cocktail costing about $45.”

“And for that reason I am having you take Tommy to the doctor next week for his pre-sale physical exam.”

If Waylan was crestfallen, the two naked servitors, standing silent and listening to the father/son conversation, were heartbroken at learning they would probably soon be parted forever.

***

Kevin woke up with a morning hardon, and rubbed it as he thought of his cousin in the basement across the street.  He wanted to be in Thomas’s presence as Waylan guided him through his workout training, but didn’t want to go over to the Patterson’s until his uncle, Phil Dayton, went to work, since he didn’t want to risk having his uncle suspect him of having any prurient interests in his son.

Kevin gently pulled on his boner as he thought of the handsome 18-year old Thomas being controlled by the younger Waylan.  There was an attraction for Kevin to the dynamic of master and servitor that he did not understand, but he wanted to experience it to an extreme degree.  It was becoming a drug to him.

As Kevin continued to tug on his man pole, he wondered why he had found such pleasure in seeing another person being controlled and ordered about.  A light sheen of sweat began to form on his chest as he thought of his handsome cousin running naked on one of the Patterson’s exercise machines, with Waylan standing near him holding a ‘slave stick’.

Kevin’s self pleasuring was put to a halt by Mr. Dayton calling up the stairs, “Kevin, come on down, breakfast is ready!”

When Kevin arrived at the breakfast table, Thomas's brother was already seated at the table, and Kevin gave him a playful punch on the arm, "How ya doin, little fella?"

"I'm okay, except I'm nervous about the math test we're having today at school."

Kevin effectively took on the role of a benevolent older brother, "Dude, you have nothing to worry about!  Someone who regularly gets an A in math has no need to be concerned!"

Mr. Dayton smiled, and asked Kevin, "Speaking of school, how are things going for you at college?"

"Just great, Uncle Phil.  It's a lot of work, but I'm enjoying it!"

Kevin wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible, so he quickly thought up a question for Michael, "Hey Mikey, are you going to be visiting Tommy after school."

"No, it's too awkward.  It makes me nervous, gives me the creeps, and I can tell that Tommy is really embarrassed at my being there around him, and seeing Waylan ordering him around."

Mr. Dayton turned to Kevin, "And what about you, are you going to be visiting Tommy today?"

"I'd love to, Uncle Phil, but I have a ton of school work to do, so I'm going to be working on that in my room all day."

Mr. Dayton nodded, "Well that's admirable, Kevin.  Your studies are the most important thing right now."

Kevin wondered about his uncle's plans for the day, "And what about you Uncle Phil?  Are you going to be around today?"

"I wish I could.  I had planned to spend all day working on my jewelry making hobby, but I have meetings all day long today at my St. Paul office.  As soon as we finish breakfast I'll be leaving, and won't be back until around 8 PM this evening."

It was good news to Kevin, and he almost wanted to jump up and punch the air; but instead simply acknowledged his uncle's response with a sober nod.

***

Kevin, of course, had lied.  He had no school related stuff to take care of, and the only thing on his mind was getting back to the Patterson’s and watching his cousin being tamed and controlled.

With his Uncle off to St. Paul for the day, and Michael off to school, Kevin was excited about the prospect of spending the day with the Patterson's two new hog boys.

Once he was alone in the house, Kevin went to his room, Thomas’s former bedroom.  Every time he entered Thomas’s room, Kevin was filled with a special delight; it was the room of one who was no longer free, and it made Kevin especially aware of what a wonderful thing it was to be free.

Kevin spotted Thomas’ cologne on his dresser, and decided that he would wear it today on his visit to the Patterson’s, and thought, ‘This familiar scent will perhaps bring comfort to Tommy’.

As he sprayed some of the cologne on himself, a thought entered Kevin’s mind, one he was hoping would not come to the forefront of his thoughts; he was applying the cologne not to comfort Thomas, but to help remind Thomas of all that he had lost.

Once Kevin had applied the cologne, he struggled with himself; perhaps he should wash it off, take another shower.  But finally he assured himself he had applied the cologne not to hurt Thomas, but to help him.

Kevin checked himself in the mirror, patted his hair into place, and pulled on his slacks to make room for his burgeoning dick.

***

Kevin knocked on the back door of the Patterson’s, and Waylan answered, happy to see his new friend.

Waylan invited Kevin in, and Kevin noticed that the house was quiet, and he could not hear the whirr of the servitor trainees’ exercise machines.

Waylan, happy to have Kevin over, asked if he would like to play some video games.  The last thing Kevin wanted to do was play video games with Waylan, but he did not want to risk revealing his prurient interests by coming across as overly eager to see the slaves.

Kevin asked, “Where is everyone?”

“My dad is out on business for the day.”

“Well where are the two hogs?”

“After I feed and water them in the morning, I take them out to the shed, and they stay in there until noon.”

Kevin was piqued, “The shed?  What’s the shed?”

Waylan was surprised, “You don’t know about the shed?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Come follow me.  I’ll show you.

Waylan led Kevin out the back door, past the Patterson’s spacious three-car garage, and to the far side of the garage where the ‘shed’ was located. It was a large, solid steel, windowless, structure, with an array of industrial storage batteries and a transformer on top of the roof.  Power lines ran from the shed to the Patterson’s house. 

Kevin wondered, “What is this?”

Waylan answered as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, “It’s a generator.  It’s from where we get all of our electricity.”

The steel reinforced door of the shed had two locks each requiring a separate key.  Waylan unlocked the doors, pulled the door slowly open slowly, and Kevin peered into the shed. 

Kevin stared in silence as he took in the scene before him.  It was more than Kevin had ever hoped to see.  Waylan, noticing that Kevin liked what he was seeing, gave him a nod and a broad smile.

Thomas and Craig were each naked and strapped face down to two separate ironing-board sized power generators.  With their feet they pedaled, and with their hands they pumped.  Their hands and feet were each locked into the pedals and hand pumps.  The platform to which they were secured was tilted at a 45-degree angle, and it put their bare asses at cock-fucking level.

Kevin began to gently sweat in his sexual thrill.  There was a short whip hanging on the wall.  Waylan grabbed it, and gave Thomas a shot of the whip across his ass.  Thomas yelped, and Waylan commanded, “Come on, I wanna see a smile on your face!”

Kevin took out his cell and began videoing the scene before him.  He asked, “How long do they do have to do this?”

“We have the hogs locked in here every day from 8:30 to noon generating our electrical power needs.”

Kevin took a close up of Thomas’s ass, “How do you keep them pumping and pedaling without someone supervising them?”

Waylan pointed, “Do you see that thing taped to their asses, with wires running from it to underneath the platform?  That’s the controller unit. If they stop pedaling or pumping, they get a mild electrical shock.  But they almost never have to get it, as the machine doesn’t require high speed action, and it gives them a five minute break every 15 minutes.”

Kevin wondered, “Where in the hell did you get this machine?”

Waylan loved talking like a knowledgeable overseer, “They are actually very common now days in the servitor industry.  Not so much in this country, but in Eastern Europe and Asia they are the thing!”

“My dad and I were in Japan about two years ago shopping for these human-powered generators, as they make the highest quality models.  The Japanese have, in most of their large cities, huge facilities with hundreds of servitors and criminals pumping and pedaling away and providing significant amounts of power to their cities.”

Kevin, still filming, had a full-blown erection that was juicing precum.  The fact the Craig’s and Thomas’s asses were at cock-fucking level, was irresistible to Kevin, and suggested only one thing. 

Kevin walked around the energy-generating servitors, camming the whole time, and asked, “Hey Waylan, buddy, you gonna let me fuck Tommy?”

Waylan was taken aback, and did not know what to say, “What?  I don’t know?  I think that might not be legal?”

Kevin and his cock were desperate, and he was a skilled liar, “Yes, normally.  But not for relatives.  We’re cousins.  It’s okay!”

Waylan, uncertain, muttered, “Really?”

Kevin crouched in front of Thomas’s face and did a close-up, “Oh yeah, it’s perfectly okay.”

Waylan was hesitant, “I think it’s not normally allowed, but if you say it’s okay…”

Kevin broke in, “I can assure you, this is a totally okay thing.  In fact, I’ve already fucked him at my dad’s house, and my dad had no problem with it whatsoever!”

Waylan gave in, “Well, I don’t see why not.  He is your cousin after all, and my dad told me that he’s probably going to be getting rid of him in a couple of weeks, and he’s your cousin after all, so go for it!”

Kevin was breathless, “Waylan, you are my best buddy forever!”

Kevin handed his cell to Waylan, “Here, take this and video this.  If your dad is going to sell him, then I’ll need something like this video to help me remember my dear cousin Tommy.”

Waylan took Kevin’s cell, and as Kevin instructed Waylan in its use, he unzipped his slacks and pulled them off.

When Waylan saw Kevin, naked with his steel-hard erection sticking straight up into the air, he exclaimed, “Wow dude, you’ve got one big Tobiah!”

Kevin patted Waylan on the shoulder and pointed to his dick, “This just shows you how much I love and care about my dear, little, cousin!”

As Waylan turned off the power to Thomas’s generator, Kevin lubed his dick with many spits of saliva.

As Kevin positioned his cock at Thomas’s cunt, he spoke, “So, they’re going to be selling you off somewhere.  It will be so sad to not have you around anymore.  But I want you to know, dear ‘cuz’, that I will miss you.  And I can assure you that I will always remember you by this, our final goodbye kiss!”

With that, Kevin shoved his love-maker up Thomas’s hole, and grunted, panted, and sweated, as he started pumping.

Once Kevin started to fuck in earnest, he gave out orders to Waylan, “Walk all around us and keep videoing.  I want to be able to see this from all angles.  And get close-ups of my dick pumpin’ away at Tommy’s ass, of his cute face, and a long shot of me as I shoot my load up this lifer hogboy’s tight little cunt!”

To be continued...

Posted: 02/21/14