The Neighbor's New Hogboy

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

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Chapter 15

Michael Dayton, Thomas's 15-year old brother, went into his father's study. He was feeling very unhappy and approached his father, who was going through his own period of deep depression.

"Daddy, I miss Tommy."

Mr. Dayton hugged his son, but was unable to offer words of comfort. There was no good news for Thomas on the horizon, and his actions in having Thomas indentured were what tore the Dayton family apart and made life miserable for his two sons, his wife, and himself.

Michael, torn by the loss of his brother, and heavy with a sadness that had never before entered his young life, felt a need to make a confession, "Daddy, it isn't fair. I'm gay too!"

Mr. Dayton looked at his son, "Michael?"

"Daddy, I overheard you talking to Tommy on that day you decided to have the people from the Family Protection Agency come over and scan Tommy's room, in order to evaluate him based upon the things they would find in his room."

That was when I went across the street to Mr. Patterson's greenhouse. Waylan had shown me where his Dad had some magazines stashed away with pictures of naked women. I took a bunch of those magazines and planted them in my room so you wouldn't be mad at me, too, for being gay."

"Dear Michael, I would never be mad at you for being gay, and I was never mad at Tommy for being gay. I followed some very bad advice and made a horrible mistake. And now I know how wrong I have been. I love you son. I love you so much. I don't care if you're gay. I now realize that there is nothing wrong with being gay. Nothing wrong at all! I am so sorry that I put you, your mother, and Tommy, through all of this."

Mr. Dayton knew that there was a lot of comfort he needed to offer his youngest son, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Michael, I have to take this call. It's Saul Mautner, my lawyer."

As Michael walked out of his father's study he heard his father react to his lawyer's words, "You mean it's final? He's been purchased by a Japanese firm?"

Michael walked slowly to his room and plopped himself on his bed, sadder than he had ever been in his young life.

***

The thirty caged servitors, naked except for their 'service bras', were talking heatedly about their new Japanese owners, Japan's Osaka Human Servitor Exchange. As they talked, several Japanese guards, along with officials from Hennepin County Social Services Authority, entered, shepherding another thirty white boy servitors, all of them also naked except for their 'love bras'.

The officials directed the thirty newly purchased boys into the very large cage.

The Japanese escort guards left the room along with the officials from Hennepin County, leaving the sixty caged and service bra clad slaves watched over by two rather young but stern looking, Japanese overseers, Aguri Kurosawa and Naota Maki.

The new servitors were all speculating on their future, but when the chatter rose to a rather noisy level, Aguri took a rubber truncheon and ran it across the bars of the cage to get the servitors' attention, "Keep it quiet in here. Let's keep the noise level down. We are here in Minnesota to collect and purchase three-hundred white boys of Nordic heritage. By later this afternoon we could have as many as two-hundred of you in this cage at one time. If you all keep talking at this level, it will be quite a din once we get more of you white boys caged!"

He then gave them some information on the cage, "There is a water spigot and a urinal trough at the back end of the cage. If you need to eliminate out the other end, try to hold it in, because in a little while we're going to start taking each one of you out and giving you boys' enemas in preparation for some minor surgery, after which we will get you boys crated and ready for shipping."

One of the caged boys called out, "What kind of surgery?"

"Just minor stuff. Two implants, one for tracking and one for monitoring your health, and a couple of piercings."

Aguri, finished with his talk, walked over to Naota and started chatting with him. Within a very short time the chatter of the servitors had risen again, and an angry looking Aguri again ran his truncheon along the bars of the cage, "I just told you to keep it down. Since you can't do that, there will now be total silence!"

One servitor, Jason Wells, voiced his anger at being purchased by a foreign country by sneering out "Why the fuck do you give a shit if we're talking to each other?"

Aguri went up to cage and called out to Jason, "What is your name?"

Jason didn't answer!

Aguri commanded, "Get over here and stick your cock out through the bars!"

Jason was now frightened, and when fear prevented him from moving, Aguri held up the modern servitor version of the cat o' nine whip and threatened, "If you don't come over here and stick your cock through the bars, we can show you and your fellow whiteys one of our favorite methods of controlling arrogant white boys!"

A scared and clammy Jason Wells went up to where Aguri was standing, put his body against the cage bars, and thrust his cock and balls out through the bars. Aguri took from his implements belt a pair of long handled 'dong tongs' and grabbed Jason's cock with it. Jason yelled in pain.

Aguri asked Jason, out loud so all the servitors could hear, "Do you know what this tool is by which I'm holding your sausage?"

"No sir!"

Aguri instructed Jason to stick his wrist through the bar so he could read his ID band.

Aguri read the ID and answered his own question, "Well Mr. Jason Wells, let me tell you what this tool is. We call it a 'dong tong', and that's exactly what it's for; it's for grabbing you white boys by your cocks! In Japan we have no tolerance for American white boy arrogance, with your so called 'free thinking', pioneering spirit, false ideas of independence, and your overwrought senses of entitlement!"

"You will all be tamed! You will no longer do anything without permission. In Japan, servitude is synonymous with total obedience. We will change you and turn you into honorable servitors! You will be re-formed into new begins. Totally! Total reform is what we are after, and total reform is what we will achieve!"

Aguri scanned all the boys in the cage as he talked, holding Jason in place with the dong tongs, "And that is the reason I know very well that none of you know what 'dong tongs' are in America, because America is all lovey-dovey towards its slaves. You think such instruments are medieval!"

"But in Japan we treat you honestly, not like mascots, but like honorable people if you behave. In Japan we celebrate duty, integrity, and honor! We Japanese are the leaders in servitor control, and we turn all young indentured men into honorable servants, as we will do to you. And we do whatever it takes to turn you into honorable servitors!"

"Don't think you're going to be finding any obese, lazy ass, laid-back, easy going, guards and overseers in Japan like you have here in America. No, in Japan only people who care about honor and dignity join the servitor control industry. Because in Japan we celebrate our honorable servitors. And we will make all of you honorable!"

Jason pleaded, "Please let go, it hurts!"

Aguri lowered his voice to almost a whisper as he spoke to Jason, "Tell me, Jason. Did you have a girl friend?"

"Yes sir."

"Did you fuck her with this sausage I'm holding by these tongs?"

"Yes sir!"

"How often did you fuck her, Jason?"

"Almost every day, sir!"

"Do you miss her?"

"Yes, sir, very much?"

"Did you kiss her as you fucked her?"

"Yes sir."

Aguri gave a smile that revealed a tender, if perverted, side, "Well pretty white boy, don't you worry, because now you have me to kiss."

Aguri released Jason's dick from the tongs, but Jason, too shocked by Aguri's effrontery to concentrate, only realized his dick had been freed when Aguri walked back to join Naota.

Thomas had always had a fondness for the Japanese, appreciating their seeming gentleness and good manners. But the two Japanese guards standing watch over the cage did not fit his stereotype. They were tall, handsome, lean, and mean, and clearly took delight in publicly humiliating the servitors under their charge.

When the doors to the cage room opened, Naota whispered to Aguri, "Here comes another herd of pretty white-boys!"

Aguri responded, "Man, the sight of all this white-boy dick is making me hungry!"

Naota nodded, "Same here. I especially love seeing whiteys in nothing but their service bras. It makes 'em look more naked!"

The thirty newly arrived boys, all naked except for their service bras and ID bands, were as stunned and shocked to have been purchased by foreigners as were the already caged boys.

As the newly purchased boys were herded into the cage, one of the caged boys was heard to remark to one of his cellmates that they were all going to be stumped.

Aguri heard the comment and shouted out at the cage full of boys, "If you believe such rumors, then all I can say is that not only are you white American boys arrogant and self-important, but you're pretty stupid, as well as being racist."

Another boy in the cage called out, "But I've seen pictures!"

Aguri shook his head, "Yes, it happens in some cases. But do you think we would do such a thing to items as expensive as you. We plan on not only selling you in five years, once you are past your 'first prime', that is beyond the age of 25, but we plan on making a profit on your sale! We wouldn't be able to do that with mutilated flesh!"

"And the only reason we can sell you for more than we paid for you once you are beyond your 'first prime' is because we will have turned you into spectacular specimens of obedience, courage, and honor. Our training methods are like none other employed in any part of the world, and they work!"

Soon after a guard entered the room pushing what looked like a long version of typical grocery cart. He went to the cage and called out three names, "Adam Bottoms, Jayden McCloud, and Brandon Oaks, please come forward."

The three boys came forward, were escorted out of the cage, and were told to climb up onto the cart by means of a step on the side of the cart, and to squat down on their haunches. The cart held three squatting boys, and once the three boys were squatting on the cart, the guard rolled them out for their visit before the judge, to be followed by their enemas, surgery, and eventual crating and shipping to Osaka.

Things quickly became very busy in the cage room, with much activity as new boys were being brought in, and caged boys were being taken out in groups of three and carted away.

Several Japanese businessmen in suits entered the cage room. One of them whistled, "Well look what we have here, a cage full of ripe white boys wearing nothing but their service bras! What a wonderful sight!"

Another Japanese businessman commented with pride, "Our good eye for product selection is the reason Osaka Human Servitor Exchange is ranked number one by all of the leading brokerage house ranking authorities and publications! I think we all need to congratulate ourselves on the herd we've got gathered in that cage!"

As the Japanese businessmen continued talking about this year's successful 'whitey boy roundup', another guard pushing a 'boy cart' arrived at the cage and called out, "Martin Valenti, please come forward and present your wrist ID!"

There was no response, so the guard called out again, "Martin Valenti, in case you haven't heard, we Japanese love spanking arrogant white-boy ass!"

Martin Valenti, his head hanging down, came forward, and after showing his wrist ID, was escorted out of the cage and onto the cart.

Once Martin was squatting in the boy cart, the guard called for Channing Colter and Mario Dinesh.

Mario came forward and was escorted onto the cart. When the guard again called for 'Channing Colter', no person appeared; but a voice called out from among the caged boys, "Yeah, wahzz up?"

The Hennepin guard nodded to the two Japanese guards overseeing the cages, Aguri Kurosawa and Naota Maki, to go into the cage and bring out Channing Colter.

Aguri and Naota were quick to do their business. With Aguri holding Channing by his left arm, and Naota holding Channing by his right arm, they dragged the tall, handsome, studly, slightly curly haired, big-nippled, large cocked, low-balled, and sweating, stud out of the cage.

Naota pinched Channing's nose, causing him to open his mouth, and Aguri quickly inserted his rubber truncheon into Channing's mouth and pushed it against the back of his throat, causing him to gag.

Aguri grabbed Channing by his service bra and screamed at him, "Don't you ever dare to give us your American boy 'whazz up?' shit! Do you understand! We're about to march you into surgery. As we roll you out of here in the cart I want to see a change in attitude, Mr. Hotshot! I want to see a smile on your face! Do you intend to follow this order, or do I have to push this truncheon in a little bit more to make you comply?"

The choking Channing nodded and gurgled a 'yes'.

Aguri assisted Channing in getting up on the delivery cart, along with the other two boys, and once they were all squatting on their haunches, Aguri went up and looked Channing in the face to see if he was obeying orders. Channing immediately complied with a forced smile.

The boys in the cage were cowed and stunned as they watched Channing, who had been the caged boys' most vocal cheerleader in trying to allay their fears of being purchased by the Japanese, being rolled out of the room in so profoundly humiliating a fashion.

The room was stunned into silence; except for the low conversation of the self-congratulating Japanese businessmen.

***

When Humphrey Steadmeyer entered the cage room, went up to the large cage, and called out for Thomas Dayton, neither the Americans nor the Japanese had any cause for concern; for Humphrey Steadmeyer was the doyen of Hennepin County Social Services Authority.

When Thomas appeared, Mr. Steadmeyer reached his hand through the cage and squeezed Thomas's shoulder, "I am going to miss having you around here."

It was an awkward moment for Mr. Steadmeyer, because he knew that Thomas was about to be shipped out of the country, and he had no words that could offer consolation.

But he could offer a hand-written note, "Your cousin, Kevin, wanted me to deliver this note to you in person."

Thomas took the note, thanked Mr. Steadmeyer, and shook his hand. As Mr. Steadmeyer and Thomas looked at each other, both were painfully aware of the serious unfairness inherent in the social servitude system.

Thomas found an unoccupied part of the cage floor, sat down in cross-legged 'Indian' style, and read the note from Kevin.

"Tommy, I'm deeply sorry for everything. I didn't mean any of the things I said about you and your dad. I was in a crazy state that day. And I will be sorry forever for the things I did to you. As part of my training here I take a self-actualization class that is the best thing that ever happened to me, for it let me see that the way I behaved, and the things I did to you, were due in large part from me feeling that I had to hide the fact that I was gay. With the training I am getting here, in learning to serve with a happy heart, I am beginning to find real happiness for the first time in my life. If you can ever forgive me for what I did to you, it would be the happiest day of my life. I have a very special love for you, because you are the main reason I ended up being indentured and finding my real self. I hope with all my heart that you find a good home to serve in. Kevin"

As Thomas folded the letter, a tear came to his eye.

***

When Ujimushi Fushimoto, the lead official of the team from Japan's Osaka Human Servitor Exchange, entered the cage room and heard all of the chattering going on from the caged boys, he was furious. He went up to Aguri Kurosawa and Naota Maki and excoriated them in a voice that everyone in the room could hear, "This is not acceptable. Why are you allowing these American slaves to chatter? There is to be total silence at all times in the cage room."

He did not wait for an answer, "What are your names again?"

Aguri and Naota gave their names, apologized for their failure in controlling the caged boys, gave their excuses, and asked for forgiveness.

Once Mr. Fushimoto left the room, the caged boys began to vent the laughter they had been holding in as they watched Aguri and Naota being verbally disciplined by the head of the Osaka team.

Aguri shook his truncheon at the caged boys to get them to quiet down, and whispered to Naota, "Ujimushi, that old fucker! Did you ever see him in the bathhouse? He's got the smallest dick in all of Japan, and that's saying a lot!"

Naota expressed his frustration, "We've worked for the bastard for over a year, since we graduated from the 'servitor handling academy', and the asshole still doesn't know our names!"

Aguri and Naota laughed among themselves as they made several more jokes about Mr. Fushimoto.

After a while when the chatter from the caged boys once again rose in volume, Aguri realized he needed to be firm. He ran his truncheon along the cage to get the attention of the boys.

"You whiteys just can't seem to keep your mouths shut. So let me give you some idea of the way we deal with slaves in Japan, so you know what's in store for you if you can't obey orders and follow the rules."

"In Japan, every Saturday is the day of reckoning for slaves. Every Saturday you must give an account of yourself and your behavior to your head overseer. You must give an account of all of your behavior, both good and bad. And you must confess to everyone all your shortcomings."

"Your shortcomings will then be discussed and analyzed, and full retribution is required for each one of your shortcomings."

Aguri paused and looked over the cage full of service-bra clad boys, then asked, "Do you know what 'retribution' means? In Japan retribution means being made to feel sorry to the core of your being for your shortcomings."

"And how do we make you feel sorry for disobedience, laziness, and all other shortcomings? I am not going to tell you, but rather leave it for you to find out once we get you to Japan, because I don't want to worry you. But let me warn you. Everything you do is observed; a failure to confess any and all of your shortcomings on the day of reckoning, and to beg forgiveness of all your overseers, and then make a firm commitment to correct your deficiencies and never offend in such a way again, will result in retribution such as you could never experience here in the United States."

The cage room was bleak with silence.

The door to the cage room opened, and a guard pushing a cart approached the cage and called out for Jeremy Withers, Cain Blake, and Thomas Dayton.

Thomas, cold with fear, presented himself along with Jeremy and Cain. The Hennepin official opened the cage door, and instructed the three boys to hop onto the cart and squat down on their haunches. Once the cart was loaded and all the boys were squatting down, the guard started rolling the cart out of the room.

As the cart was rolled down the hallways of the Hennepin County Social Services Authority complex, Thomas couldn't help but think that he must be feeling the same way the victims of the French Revolution felt as they were being rolled out in tumbrels to the place of their beheadings.

***

The guard rolled the cart holding the bra-clad Jeremy, Cain, and Thomas, to an anteroom of the Hennepin County Social Services Hearing Room, where a Special Servitor Affairs judge officially would declare the status of each boy as American transnational citizens, and presents their leases of full ownership to Japan.

In the anteroom was an official from the Hennepin County Social Services Authority and an official from Japan's Osaka Human Servitor Exchange, each standing at a tall desk with stacks of folders that contained transfer documents and the servitors' dossiers. Both officials were attended by a couple of legal assistants who were busy reviewing the various servitors' documentation.

The guard ordered the boys out of the cart and handed each boy a servitor jumpsuit and a pair of sandals, saying "Let's get these jumpsuits on you so you're 'descent' before the judge and the courtroom observers!"

As the official helped Thomas get into his jumpsuit by holding the legs of his jumpsuit open for Thomas to step into, his hands several times brushed against Thomas's unit. Thomas reflected on how often, as a servitor, his privates had been touched and seen by strangers.

Thomas was raised to think that the body was a 'sacred temple', divinely private, and meant to be shared only with ones whom one deemed special. But now his body was no longer sacred. It was free to be touched in any way by any guard, overseer, prospective buyer, or owner, and privacy was a thing of the past.

And now his body was going to be in the possession of a foreign nation.

Once the guard saw that the boys were properly dressed in their jumpsuits, he left the anteroom with his cart to go and pick up another load of white boys for the Japanese.

As the boys put on their sandals, the Hennepin and the Japanese officials were busy going through the contents of folders, signing documents, and exchanging folders.

Cain asked the Hennepin official if he could ask the judge for a stay of the court order.

The official answered him, "No, I'm sorry Mr. Blake. This is not the venue for an appeal. Your indenturement status has already been legally confirmed and Japan is in possession of your lease. The judge is simply going to confirm your transnational status and inform you of your rights and liabilities."

The bailiff entered the anteroom and called out, "Jeremy Withers, the judge is ready for you."

The Hennepin County and Osaka officials each exchanged with the other a folder containing Mr. Wither's documents, each official then took from their folder a copy of the agreement and handed it to the bailiff, who then exited the anteroom with a dejected Jeremy Withers following.

Thomas began to feel a twitching in his loins, as he always did when he was nervous and afraid. And when only a few minutes later after having collected Jeremy Withers, the bailiff came and collected Cain Blake, Thomas's cock as well as his loins were twitching from nervousness.

The Hennepin County official asked the Japanese official if he needed a copy of Mr. Dayton's 'Rescission-form 28B' for the Japanese Consulate in Minneapolis.

When the Japanese gentleman indicated that he did, the Hennepin official left the room to make a copy. Alone with the Japanese official, Thomas began to cry. The Japanese gentleman only looked at Thomas as if he were a curio.

When the Hennepin official returned with the copied document, he put it into his folder, and he and the Japanese official exchanged folders

The Hennepin County official noticed that Thomas had been crying, and just as he was about to say something to him, the bailiff entered the anteroom, "Thomas Dayton, the judge is ready for you."

***

Thomas was led before Special Servitor Affairs Judge, Marcus Spelling; at age 34 the youngest judge in the state of Minnesota.

Thomas, feeling hopeless and cold, was all the more distraught when Judge Spelling, who was the judge who had originally sentenced him to a term of lifelong indenturement, barely looked at him before looking down at his brief and began to speak, "Thomas Robert Allen Dayton, the State of Minnesota currently is in possession of your lease of indenturement for a term of life. Effective immediately the State of Minnesota is no longer in possession of your lease."

The judge continued speaking, but Thomas, numb with sorrow, could not comprehend anything beyond the judge's first sentence.

Thomas looked to the floor and thought again about the strange twitching in his loins, a feeling almost as if his body was asking him to 'gird his loins' and run.

Thomas, going into a haze, heard only vaguely the judge droning on about 'Rescission-form 28B', and only became alert again when he heard the judge conclude a sentence with, "- thus the reason for the change in your status."

Thomas looked up at Judge Spelling as he continued speaking, "Because you were not criminally indentured, but were indentured under Minnesota State's Holistic Reform Program, and because the State of Minnesota has failed in its sponsorship and stewardship of you as an indentee of the state, your status as an approved extra-national has been rescinded. And because the state of Minnesota has failed in its stewardship of your lease according to the provisions in the Minnesota Department of Social Servitude's terms of indenturement, which has resulted in gross negligence in the oversight of your lease, with physical assaults on your being, including rape and torture, your status as a family sponsored indentee has also been rescinded."

"Therefore, Thomas Robert Allen Dayton, effective immediately you are a free citizen of the state of Minnesota, never capable of ever being indentured again in the state of Minnesota nor in any of its charter sister states; and are hereby rewarded compensatory damages in the amount of $1,600,000 from the State of Minnesota."

Thomas's cold body turned warm as the Judge continued, "Minnesota State Governor Richard Charles Clashburne has asked me to convey to you the apologies of the State of Minnesota for its breach of your Social Services contract."

Judge Spelling looked up from his brief and finally looked at Thomas, "Mr. Dayton, successful intervention of abuse came about in your case because of the concerned citizen oversight of the social services system of your father. When he sensed impropriety, he came forward with his findings, and pressed for their resolve. Your father has been a shining example of what Minnesota's Social Services expects of all of its citizens, 'compassionate concern'."

Judge Spelling finally smiled at Thomas, and said, "I can tell you Thomas, that your father is probably just as happy as you are now!"

The judge gave a nod to Thomas to take a look at the observers in the courtroom. Thomas did, and saw his father and mother, and his brother Michael, sitting together on a courtroom bench; his father and Michael smiling widely, his mother weeping for joy.

Judge Spelling delivered his final comments, "Mr. Dayton, Officer Clark will deliver you to the office of Social Service agent Humphrey Steadmeyer who will oversee your discharge, which will include a brief physical exam, providing you with all necessary legal documents, including personnel files and personal belongings, arranging remuneration settlement with the bursar, and finally lead you to your parents who will be waiting for you in the lobby of level 2."

"Mr. Thomas Dayton, this court and I wish you all the best."

Judge Spelling banged his gavel and Officer Clark came forward and led Thomas out of the courtroom.

***

Once Officer Clark delivered Thomas to Humphrey Steadmeyer's office and left, Mr. Steadmeyer gave Thomas a big hug, "I can't tell you how happy I am for you!"

Thomas, dazed, only noticed his nurse, Joey Jacobs, standing in the corner as Mr. Steadmeyer pointed him out, "Thomas, Joey here is going to give you an exit exam, and then have you shower. It's a procedure required by law so that we can document that you are leaving in the same or better shape than when you first arrived here. Once the exam is over, Joey will provide you with a brand new set of clothes for your return to the world; it's a traditional gift Minnesota gives to all of its servitors whose terms of service have expired."

A smiling Joey led Thomas to an exam room. Alone in the room there was an electric and sexual charge as Joey asked Thomas to remove his jumpsuit. Once Thomas stepped out of the jumpsuit, Joey whistled, "Wow, you sure look sexy in that bra thing they put on you! I wanna get me one of those!"

As Joey undid the bra's clasps, he felt like a groom undoing his new bride's bra for his first fuck. But he stifled his sexual urges as best he could at the moment and had Thomas recline on the exam table.

Joey did excellent work on Thomas, making sure he carefully examined and fondled every inch of Thomas's body.

Thomas was hard by the time Joey had finished his feel-up exam, and led him to the shower.

After the shower, and once Thomas had dried himself with a towel, Joey led him back to the exam table, "Okay, Mr. Free Boy, lie back down on the exam table!"

Thomas asked, "What now?"

Joey responded, "I am responsible for your wellbeing until the time you exit from this building. I can't have you leaving the Hennepin County Social Services Authority building with a risk of getting a body rash and smelling like a sweating hog. There's a lot of stuff to this job that's not in the shiny brochures, and I'm the guy who has to do the shit work. Now just lay back, keep still, and do as you're told!"

Joey took a container of body powder and sprinkled some on Thomas's shoulders and began to rub it in, causing Thomas to smile. In silence Joey rubbed the lightly basil scented powder over every part of Thomas's body.

Joey saved Thomas's genitals and perineum area for last, and by the time he started sprinkling the area with powder, Thomas was already super hard.

As he rubbed the powder into Thomas's sex area, Thomas swallowed hard in the thrill of the emotional and sexual high. As Joey rubbed and rubbed the powder into the length of Thomas's free boy rod and into his man balls, Thomas reached out and grabbed Joey's boner through his slacks.

Joey reacted by quickly unbuckling his slacks, pulling down his slacks and undies, and giving Thomas free range to his certified nurse boner, which Thomas eagerly did. Joey's sex tube was slender and log, and was hot to the touch.

Thomas reached an arm around Joey's hips and pulled him closer so that Joey's cock was mouth-accessible, then opened his lips and locked them onto his caregiver's sperm rod. Once Thomas got a good mouth grip on Joey's boy stick, he began suckling like a happy baby, as Joey continued to powder-jack Thomas.

They both came in no time, their sperm shooting forcefully and joyfully. Thomas' cum shooting everywhere like 'Ole Faithful', Joey's cum swallowed down gulp after gulp by Thomas.

As Thomas remained reclining on the exam table, recovering with the sweet taste of cum in his mouth, Joey wiped up the sperm mess.

Once both had recovered, Joey had Thomas sit up on the exam table, and lovingly applied moisturizer to his face. "We have to make you look like a million bucks!"

As Joey rubbed some dressing into Thomas's hair and styled it, Thomas could not believe his happiness.

And Thomas was quite surprised by the set of clothing provided by Minnesota to its servitors whose terms of service have expired. They were not duds!

Joey lovingly dressed the freed Thomas, first by having him step into a pair of fine silk underwear. The underwear was followed by a top dollar designer shirt, linen slacks with a matching jacket, a beautiful tie, socks, and, finally, with shoes that made him look like he was the world's greatest dancer.

After Joey had Thomas all buttoned up and slicked to perfection, he gave him a big hug. And once they had finished with a big final parting kiss, Joey and Thomas exchanged contact information.

Joey led Thomas to Mr. Steadmeyer, who complimented Thomas, "Thomas, you are beautiful! You look like a super hero!"

Mr. Steadmeyer then led Thomas through the discharge procedures, provided him with all needed documentation and his Social Services files, and finished it off by taking him to the bursar's office, where the details of his remuneration settlement were outlined.

When all was completed, Mr. Steadmeyer led Thomas down to the lobby on level 2, where his parents and brother were waiting.

***

The hugs of the reunited Dayton family were long and hard, and accompanied by tears of joy. Four once very unhappy hearts suddenly finding not only happiness, but unbounded joy, left the family speechless; but at such a moment there really was no need for speech.

As Mr. Dayton, his wife, Becky, and their sons Michael and Thomas, walked into the parking lot of the Hennepin County Social Services Authority complex, on a Minnesota day that was appropriately crisp, sunny, and bright, Mr. Dayton stopped, looked Thomas in the eye, and touched him on his shoulder, "Son, I have a surprise for you."

Thomas gave a curious smile. As they approached the family's BMW, with it's tinted windows, Mr. Dayton, indicating the car, instructed, "Tommy, go and open the back door."

Thomas opened the back door, and there sitting in the back seat, looking up at him, smiling, was Craig Winston.

Craig hopped out of the car as the two former slaves shouted out each other's names. Breathless with joy, they hugged. Both sobbed as they held each other.

Mr. Dayton put an arm around his wife and youngest son as they watched the long and happy reunion.

When he was finally able to speak, Thomas asked Craig, "How? How did this happen that you are able to be here, that you are free?"

Craig answered, "Your father."

"My father?"

Craig looked at Mr. Dayton as he answered, "Your father paid for my entire defense. My friends were unable to raise the funds. Your father approached them and offered to pay all the legal fees."

Thomas looked at his father in wonder, put his hands to his mouth, and began sobbing uncontrollably as he made his way to his father. He threw his arms around him, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

It was an embrace and a day that neither father nor son would ever forget, for it was the pure unbounded love of a father for his son and a son for his father; a love that, for Thomas, could at last be anchored in the deepest trust.

***

On the insistence of Thomas's father, Phil Dayton, Craig took up residence in his home until he could find a place of his own. When one week later, Thomas and Craig announced to their father that they wanted to share an apartment, and were considering the possibility of marriage, their father was as excited as they were, and announced that there would be a party to celebrate their decision on the following weekend.

It was a small gathering, since Mr. Dayton invited only the closest friends of the family. Joey Jacobs was one of the invitees, and when after the celebration dinner, the invited guests offered their gifts to the happy couple, Joey's handsomely wrapped gift to the couple caused Thomas to exclaim, "This is the heaviest gift of the evening!"

Once Thomas had unwrapped Joey's gifts, and Craig saw that the gift consisted of three of Randall Austin's 'servitor romance' novels, he asked disbelieving, "Tommy, you read this stuff?"

Joey answered the question before Thomas could, "That's all he ever read! Every time I entered his cell he was reading one of Austin's works, often with tears in his eyes, like a little girl crying over a mushy love story."

Thomas smiled and replied, unfazed, "Hey, I don't care if it was propaganda created for servitors; Austin is a great writer as far as I'm concerned!"

Craig thanked Joey for the engagement gift, and then asked Joey, "Will you be the best man at our wedding?"

Joey responded by giving Craig a hug, and fairly shouting out, "That would be such an honor! Thanks for asking. I would love to!"

Once the guests had finished applauding Craig's selection of a best man, Mr. Dayton handed Thomas a gift and explained, "Thomas, this gift will be the lightest of the evening; it is a gift for you two from your cousin Kevin and me!"

Thomas wondered, "Kevin?"

Mr. Dayton didn't respond to Thomas's exclamation, but there were 'Ohhs' and 'Ahhs' of admiration from the guests when Thomas opened the package and took out two engagement rings.

Mr. Dayton waiting for the guests' comments on the beauty of the rings to die down before he explained, "When I visited Kevin last week at the training facility, and told him that you two were considering marriage, he sighed and said that he wished he had something he could give to the both of you. I told him he did have something to offer, because the gems that he stole from me were recovered and returned to me by the police; and they became very precious to me because of the concern I had for him over his desperate plight, and the love I felt for him. So I told Kevin I would make engagement rings for the both of you from the gems Kevin had personally 'selected' from my collection."

The beautiful rings brought much praise to Mr. Dayton's jewelry making skills. Thomas and Craig were so thrilled by the gift of the engagement rings, and the story behind them, that they were moved to tears.

***

After the engagement party, Thomas's little brother, Michael, went to his room and began jacking off to the secret cell pictures and videos he had taken of the cute nurse, Joey Jacobs, as he imagined himself as a patient under Joey's loving nursing care.

Once Thomas's parents went to bed, Thomas and Craig entered Thomas's bedroom, and the two newly engaged young men kissed.

They went to the window, and looked out at Mr. Patterson's house across the street. They were silent as they thought of their time in that house.

After a bit, a playful Craig said, "You give me any trouble, Tommy, and I'm taking you across the street and strapping you down to that power generator for a good five hours!"

There was laughter as Thomas began unbuttoning Craig's shirt, and with a determined look, and using language from his servitor days, asked, "Are you going to start doing everything I ask of you?"

Craig looked up at Thomas, and answered, "Yes Thomas!"

Craig removed his shirt. As he unbuckled Thomas slacks, Craig whispered, "You belong to me now, Thomas, do you intend to love, honor, and obey me, forever and ever?"

Thomas, breathless, answered, "Yes sir, Craig, sir!"

Thomas stepped out of his slacks and unzipped Craig's slacks, and pulled them down. "Now, Mr. No Pants, do you intend to start behaving, and seeking ever to please me?"

Craig, just as breathless, responded, "Yes sir, Thomas, sir!"

Thomas grabbed Craig firmly by his shoulder and gave it a shake, "No, I mean it! I want to see total obedience out of you. You are to hang on my every word! Got it, Mr. Hotshot architect!"

Craig stood up, answered, "Yes sir, Thomas, sir!"

Craig then started unbuttoning Thomas's shirt, "Let me warn you, you little bellhop, failure to obey me will be met with severe consequences from me!"

"Sir, yes Sir, Mr. Winston, sir!"

Craig continued, "I know how to spank teen ass, and that's what I intend to be doing plenty of now that you belong to me!"

Thomas grabbed Craig's undies and pulled them down, "You and this bald crotch of yours belong to me now! When I tell you to strip and get ready for 'Daddy', I expect you to get naked and on the bed with your legs spread wide for me! Understand?"

Craig, erect with the first sign of precum, answered in crisp military style, "Yes sir, my owner, master, lover, and adored one! My body is yours to do with as you please!"

"Forever?"

"Yes sir, forever!"

As Thomas and Craig feverishly removed their remaining clothing, they watched each other, delighting in the sights of their spouse's body.

Craig, on seeing Thomas shirtless, opened his mouth, "That ass and those tits of yours are now no longer yours, but belong to me!"

Thomas responded by grabbing Craig's ball sack, "This bag of rocks is my treasure sack to do with as I please!"

Once both had thrown off the last of their clothing, Craig went directly in front of Thomas, and threatened, "If there's ever any back talk from you, those pretty nipples of yours are getting clamped!"

Thomas responded, "You give me the slightest shit and your dick is getting muzzled!"

When Craig gave a sneer/smile, Thomas grabbed him by his ear, gave him some hard spanks on the ass, and ordered, "I don't ever want to see any 'attitude' from you!"

With his mouth open from sexual hunger, Craig went behind Thomas, grabbed him by both ears, and frog marched him to the bed, "You're my little 'Missy' now, and I'm thinking that I may just need to keep you in one of those Japanese style service bras to help keep you under control and doing exactly as I say from now on! Now get your ass on that bed and spread your legs so that I have full access!"

Thomas reclined on the bed as Craig stood over him with his erection jutting out over him. They both watched a string of precum leak out of Craig's cock and land on Thomas's tummy; Craig worked his dick and managed to squeeze out a few more drops, and gave a nasty smile, "Tommy's getting slimed by Daddy!"

They looked with hunger at each other as Craig joined Thomas on the bed. They hugged and then both started laughing out loud at their slave antics.

When the laughter died, they whispered their love for each other, and then kissed.

The kiss did not stop. It lasted long, and led into ecstasies of love, freedom, and joy.

Mr. Dayton, in bed in his room with his sleeping wife in his arms, on hearing the noise of love coming from his son's room, gave thanks to the universe, with his tears of joy, for the return, at last, of peace to his home.

THE END

(Author's Note: I wish to thank Donny Delk for his story improvement suggestions for this and other chapters of this story, and for his ongoing editorial support.)

Posted: 04/04/14