What's Going On, Dad?
By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 6

The first time Robin had to remove Lucas’s comfort stop and chastity pouch, so Lucas could shit and bathe, Robin was apprehensive - even a little afraid of being in the same room with Lucas.  The way Lucas was all rigged up made him look like some frightening and strange beast of burden, and Robin didn’t know how such a creature might react.

But to Lucas, Robin was beginning to appear as his only friend, and best hope for any help in his situation.  He willfully submitted to Robin’s removing his chastity pouch and comfort stop, and didn’t do any protesting as Robin monitored him while showering.

As Robin refitted Lucas with his chastity pouch after Lucas’s shower, Robin commiserated, “I don’t know why they don’t want you jacking off.  But I think it sucks.”

Lucas, as a parolee at his father’s house, had a relatively easy schedule.  He didn’t have to go to school, and his father did not give him an excessive amount of household chores to perform.  But he did have a lot of time to sit and think, and look at the way the State Parole Agency had him rigged out: ear tagged; ball banded; arm and leg hobbled; butt-plugged; and tit, nose, and cock ringed.

When Lucas called the State Parole Agency for answers as to why he was so rigged up, he was told that his case was in “lex ferenda”.  When he asked the person on the phone to explain what that meant, he was put on hold, and another person, who did not identify herself, told him not to be concerned, it was a technicality, and in due course his parole agents would be happy to explain what it meant.

When on the following Friday the State Parole Agents arrived for their weekly visit, Mr. Thorne led them and his two sons to his large bathroom on the main floor of his home.  Lucas and Robin realized then that his father obviously knew ahead of time what were the agents’ requirements, and what they were going to do to Lucas.

Aaron put down the toilet seat, and asked Lucas to remove his shirt and pants and have a seat on the toilet.  Lucas did as ordered and sat on the toilet dressed only in his undies.

Aaron removed Lucas’s shoulder and arm hobble as Tyrone came at Lucas with electric hair clippers, and announced, “Okay boy, it’s time to get you clipped.  All over!”

The agents made short work of the clipping, while completely ignoring Lucas’s pleas.  There was one pleasant surprise for Lucas: when Aaron removed his large chastity pouch for his crotch clipping, he was told that he was no longer going to be kept chastity pouched.

As Tyrone shaved Lucas’s head, armpits, and crotch, Aaron exited the house.  And while Tyrone had Lucas in the shower rinsing himself off, Aaron returned with a large, steel, wheel chair, with straps attached, and parked it outside the bathroom.  Robin saw it and felt like he wanted to cry out of fear of the unknown.

Robin watched as Tyrone lubed up the “tamer”.  Tyrone knelt down behind Lucas, and spoke, “Okay, little guy, we have to reintroduce you to your little friend.  It’s going to hurt, but there’s a purpose to it.  When it’s removed in about three or four hours from now, it will help you to feel better about your situation.”

Lucas yelped and pleaded vainly, to no one in particular.  Tyrone seemed to enjoy working the tamer up Lucas’s behind.  Once he had it locked in place with the restraining straps, he patted Lucas’s bald head, “There you go, tiger, you’re super plugged!”

The agents then fitted Lucas with a new version of his arm and shoulder harness.  The new one not only had cuffs on Lucas’s upper arm, and lower arm just below the elbow, but also had cuffs about his wrists.  All of the cuffs were interconnected by one cord that contained many wires inside of it that allowed the agents to set limits on Lucas’s range of motion.  The agents fiddled with the controls for some time, and when they were finished, Tyrone asked Lucas to scratch his balls.  Lucas tried, and was frustrated when he realized that the hobble prevented his hands from getting any closer than within five inches of his crotch. 

Tyrone and Aaron congratulated each other, “We got it calibrated correctly on our first try!”

Lucas began to protest loudly, and was silenced by what Tyrone had to say, “Hold on, little fella; we got more good news for you!”  Tyrone knelt down and started unlocking Lucas’s ankle cuffs, which were used to hold the spreader bar that hobbled his gait, “Today is the day your leg hobbles come off!” 

Lucas, not knowing what to think about his leg hobbles being removed, was momentarily silenced by the surprise of what was going on.

Tyrone had Lucas sit back down on the toilet seat, as Aaron approached him with a pair of boots, “Let’s get you into these fancy boots!”  The boots were strange looking.  They were tall, going half way up to his leg, had rather high heels, and were made of a soft leather, except for the toe area, which was reinforced with steel.

The agents stood Lucas up, and looked him over carefully. 

Lucas didn’t know where to begin with his complaints, but when he finally gathered himself he began in a loud voice: “I don’t want to wear these boots.  I’m taking them off!”

Both Aaron and Tyrone ignored Lucas completely, realizing after over a month of dealing with him that he was one easy kid to control.   The agents approached Lucas, one on each side of the parolee, and each agent took hold of one of Lucas’s arms and began to lead him out of the bathroom.

Lucas screamed, “This fuckin butt plug is hurting me.  Take it out now, goddammit!”

With quick force the agents shoved Lucas into the steel wheelchair and strapped him down securely to the chair, with straps going about his upper chest, waist, and lower legs, and his arms cuffed to the chair’s armrests. 

Lucas, once again momentarily silenced out of the shock of what was being done to him, did not see Aaron come up behind him with a leather blindfold.  The agent quickly secured the blindfold about Lucas’s head.  With that Lucas was no longer angry, he was terrified, and cried to his father, “What are they doing to me, Dad?”

Mr. Thorne was silent.  It was painful for him to watch such a spectacle.  As Lucas felt the wheelchair start to move under Tyrone’s guidance, he called out, “Where are they taking me Dad?  Don’t let them take me away, Dad!”

Mr. Thorne answered as best he could, “They have to take you away, son.  Let them do what they have to do.”

Robin, terrified, tearful, touched his father’s arm, “Dad?”

Once the agents had wheeled the crying Lucas out of his father’s home, Mr. Thorne put a hand on Robin’s shoulder, “Come with me son; we have a lot to talk about.”

***

Lucas, strapped in the steel wheelchair in back of the parole agents’ transport van, stopped his weeping when after about only 45 minutes of travel time the van stopped, and the engine was turned off.

Still blindfolded, Lucas tried to imagine where he was as the agents removed him from the van in his wheelchair, and wheeled him to his destination.  Lucas could only hear security codes being entered, doors being unlocked and opened, and the clanging of steel.  And once in the building, he could gauge that it was probably a large building from the sound of the wheelchair and the low conversation of the two agents echoing about.  He could smell variously leather, petroleum, Tyrone’s body spray, and, finally, clinical disinfectant.

Once the agents had Lucas wheeled to where they wanted him, Lucas could only hear them being busy.  He heard the agents busily moving about; he heard the sound of pulleys and hinges; he heard the agents conferring with each other whether something should be done this way or that way; he heard them discuss measurements; he heard them discuss safety procedures; he heard them laughing at a whispered joke.

Lucas also felt the agents touching his body rings and attaching something to them.  His tit, nose, and cock rings all had something clipped to them, and his nose ring was hoisted into an upright position, though Lucas could not imagine what was going on.

Finally Tyrone spoke to him, “I am going to place a bottle of water to your lips.  I want you to drink as much of it as you can.”

Tyrone put the bottle to Lucas’s lips, and Lucas drank eagerly.  He was very thirsty from the stress of his day. 

When Lucas was finished drinking, Tyrone spoke, “If you have to piss you can do so right there in your chair.  We have you parked in the wash down area.  The sign over there says “Processing Area – do not enter without contamination control shoe covers”, so this must be the area where they do any of the things they need to do to guys like you, from hosing and scrubbing you down, super-hobbling you, skinning your rod, and special surgeries.”

 “Please tell me where I am!”

“Sorry.  We are not allowed to answer your questions. You are going to be parked here for anywhere from three to four hours.  Then someone will be here to introduce you to your new existence.  There are other people in this building, but none of them will be entering this room except if there’s some kind of an emergency.”

“Please remove this blindfold.” 

Tyrone patted Lucas’s bald head, “Sorry kid, no can do!  We have to leave now.  You’re out of our hands.  This is your new home.  Good luck.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/22/11