My Brother Tony,
 The Penury Slave
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 10

Things happened quickly. Before our trip to Mexico dad had sort of settled into the fact that Tony's term of service of 3 years had to be extended to 6 in order to cover all of the newly discovered debts. But when we returned from Mexico dad's mail box was flooded with letters from Indigent Services, the State Bureau of Slaves, and various slave brokerage firms, all offering very compelling reasons why dad, who under the circumstances had the authority, should have Tony committed to a lifetime service order.

Indigent services provided dad with reams of mainly computer-generated data on Tony's personality type and recidivism rates, his debt history, and persuasive arguments as to why Tony would be better off with a lifetime enslavement order. The State Bureau of Slaves provided sociological data to dad on the likelihood of eventual criminal enslavement for someone with Tony's irresponsible financial history, and reminded dad that he would bear some legal responsibility in such an event. The State Bureau of Slaves simply provides this material routinely, and was not offering counsel on the matter. And the dozen or so brokerage firms who wrote to dad; they keep their eye on all enslavement orders, which are matters of public record, and who are in it for the money, also offered compelling reasons why dad should go ahead and have Tony enslaved for life. Their chief reasons, which did not figure into dad's decision, was not only the amount of money dad could stand to make from the sale of Tony, but also the fact that if Tony were ever to be criminally enslaved after his release, which has a good percentage of likelihood based on statistical data, all of the money from the sale of Tony would then go into state coffers. Each of the brokerage firms offered evidence of their own successful track record, along with carefully calculated estimates on how much money they could bring in for dad on the sale of Tony.

But the most compelling reason for dad was offered by Indigent Services, which noted that when Tony is freed in six years he would be 32 years old. With Gabriel having signed the Direct Discipline option, Tony will most likely be very well trained and possess a fully inculcated slave mentality at the end of the six years. For such slaves it is often an unkindness to free them, since they usually end up being criminally enslaved within a few years. The tightness of the job market, coupled with societal prejudice against 'former slaves', is often enough to lead many freed slaves to despair and criminal behavior.

The brokers dad consulted also pointed out that Tony, in six years, would no longer be dad's property legally, and that any kind of guidance he could offer would not have the force of law.

Even given such forceful argument, dad did not immediately agree. He deliberated the matter, and when he finally came to a decision to have Tony enslaved for life he asked each of us, his sons, for our reactions. We all agreed it was probably best. Dad told us that the brokers estimated that in 3 years time Tony, if he developed as expected, would bring in anywhere from $460,000 to $675,000, depending on market variables. Dad's intention therefore, once Tony was sold, was to give each of us $100,000 from the sale. He told us it was family justice, since Tony was our brother. It was Tony's gift to all of us, his legacy to each member of the family. By dividing the proceeds among all family members, Tony could feel truly proud that he was helping each of us lay down a solid financial investment in our futures, and therefore he would no longer have to think of himself as a loser and a failure.

When dad got the court order certifying Tony's lifetime enslavement, he arranged with Brandon Blazer for the three of us, my brothers and I, to meet with Tony as soon as possible and convey the final decision. Along with the enslavement certification came a 20-page booklet on suggestions for dealing with a family member sentenced to a life term of servitude. Dad insisted we read it, and suggested that for Tony's own good we follow the booklet's guidelines from now on whenever we dealt with Tony. Along with the booklet, dad presented each of us with a 14-inch barbers' paddle with Tony's name emblazoned on the business end. The paddle, a popular size for use on domestic slaves, is so named from it being the size common in barber shops in the Midwest, which barbers used on naughty boys who refused to get into the barber chair for their haircuts. In small letters, around the contours of the paddle, read the pro-slavery lobby's popular motto, 'My brother is a slave, and I support the Slave Act'.

We arrived at the Tannery about 40 minutes early, each carrying our paddle, and were met by Luke. He told us he could have a slave fetch Tony, but we told him we didn't want to interrupt the tannery operation, and that we wouldn't mind seeing Tony at work. Luke agreed and walked us over to the main hide processing plant. We entered by the workers' entrance. He took us right into the main room, and there we saw the butts of 18 naked slaves on their hands and knees, all with a single plastic-chain going through their cock rings, and another going through their nose rings. They all had little back saddles on, and that, along with their funny haircuts, made them look like a herd of little weird animals.

As they crawled along the hides, picking out debris and putting it into their saddlebags, they were all chatting noisily. Gabriel laughingly pointed out the 18 ball sacks that could be seen dangling between their legs, and took out his digital camera and started snapping pictures of the row of naked slave behinds. Richard shouted, "Hey Tony!" Tony looked back at us. He knew we were coming, but he seemed embarrassed to be seen. We waved at Tony; he waved at us, and went back to work. We told Luke we would wait outside because we had had enough of the odor.

Luke took us back outside to one of several picnic benches and told us he would send Tony to us after he showered. We sat at the bench. Gabriel placed his folder with the court documents on the bench, and we all put our paddles on the bench in front of us.

We saw Elliott in the distance supervising two slaves in white briefs, haltered and wearing blinders, doing push ups. We waved at him and he waved his whip at us in greeting. From the distance the white teeth of his broad smile shone back at us. It looked like he was enjoying himself.

Soon Tony arrived scrubbed and dressed in grey slave pants and shirt, and big black awkward-looking shoes. His hair clumps were still wet from the shower. He greeted us and sat down at the table without being asked. Gabriel and I exchanged glances.

Tony saw our three paddles on the picnic bench and look puzzled. I reassured him, "Don't let these trouble you. Dad had them made up for us, mostly as kind of curios. Hopefully that's all they will have to be."

We told him it was good to see him, how great he was looking, and that dad sent his love. He asked about our trip to Mexico, so we filled him in on the details. When Tony told us that our trip sounded great and that he would like to go the same little coastal city we were at someday, Gabriel interrupted him and told him that he didn't think that would ever happen. Tony asked, "why not"' and Gabriel opened the folder, which lay on the table in front of him, and answered; "Because we love you, man!"

To be continued...

Posted: 08/24/12