Wakeup Time

By: Randall Austin
(© 2019 by the author)

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Chapter 6

With Daniel strapped into the back seat of Mr. Frontera's car, the drive to his new 'owner's' home in a suburb of Aberdeen, South Dakota, was uneventful.

Mr. Frontera shared with Daniel some of his favorite pastimes, interests, and hobbies; (cooking, wine, crossword puzzles, and keeping up with all the latest developments in the field of biology); and when asked, Daniel shared his (dance, costume design, and theatre).

Mr. Frontera smiled, and asked in a non-threatening way, "It sounds, with those interests, like you might be gay, son. Is that true?"

For an instant Daniel could only focus of Mr. Frontera referring to him as 'son', which both bothered and annoyed him, but he collected himself, "I don't know sir."

Mr. Frontera did not press the question.

Once they arrived at Mr. Frontera's home, Mr. Frontera, before releasing Daniel from his security straps, snapped a leash onto Daniel's servitor armband, as he had been instructed to do by Social Services whenever taking Daniel out in public.

Once out of the car, Mr. Frontera led the new slave by his leash into his home. The home was not the spacious mansion which Daniel had momentarily been expecting, because everyone knows that owners of slaves were usually quite wealthy.

But then Daniel remembered the fact that folks like Mr. Frontera were in fact not wealthy slave owners, but instead ordinary citizens who had volunteered to 'foster care' troubled males placed into the State's indenturement program on a trial basis.

Someone like Mr. Frontera, an ordinary citizen, now had the power and authority to determine Daniel's very future - whether or not he would be sentenced to either an extended temporary term of indenturement, or be enslaved for the rest of his life.

The first thing Mr. Frontera did was lead Daniel down the stairs to the basement of his home by his leash. He led Daniel to a corner of the basement that had a bed and blankets and a small chest of drawers and locked Daniel's leash to the bed.

Mr. Frontera told Daniel he could sit on the bed, and explained, "I've got stuff I have to do now, but I'll come back for you in a couple of hours and do a physical examination of you, give you a bath, feed you, and then prepare you for your Thursday evening's maintenance spanking."

Before heading back up the stairs, Mr. Frontera pointed to the top drawer of the chest of drawers, "There's a couple of books in there for you to read if you get bored."

As Daniel sat alone on the bed in the basement he felt betrayed by the world. Here he was, a 25-year old male, in the prime of his life, humiliatingly chastity caged, uniformed, and leashed to a bed in the basement of the home of a total stranger. He was being treated like a dog.

The basement was not dank in any way, but it was windowless and gloomy.

He saw a phone in the corner of the room, and tried to undo the lock on the leash to the bed. He intended to call his dad and let him know how betrayed he felt, how he felt his own father had destroyed his life. After a futile struggle with failing to unlock the leash, Daniel reclined on the bed and began to cry.

After spending the most miserable two hours of his life, having been abandoned by the world, for something to do Daniel checked out the drawer where Mr. Frontera told him there was reading material. The reading material turned out to be old, C-grade, paperback novels.

Daniel took one of the books and threw it across the room in anger, and then fell into another crying fit.

A bit later he heard some people talking and heard them coming down the stairs. Staring in amazement at the boy wearing a funny outfit, leashed to the basement bed, were two boys, aged 14 and 17.

"That's the new slave," said the older boy to the younger boy. The younger boy appeared to be afraid of Daniel. Daniel assumed the boys were Mr. Frontera's sons.

The older boy tried to calm the younger boy's fear, "Don't be afraid. Dad's going to be giving him a spanking tonight to teach him his place, and he said that we both were now responsible and old enough to watch him give slaves their due punishments."

The boys retreated back up the stairs without saying a word to Daniel.

Daniel was now nothing but a chastity and uniformed slave on display for free people to gawk at.

To be continued...