Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 23:54:28 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Drayage Slaves In Montana

A Portrait of Servitude – Drayage Slaves in Montana

By Randall Austin

Short Story

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Place: Billings, Montana

Background: In most parts of the country, males in
servitude used to draw carriages, drayage slaves, are
commonly called `jackaroos'.  Also common throughout
the country, males in servitude between the ages of 18
and 28 are referred to as `bucks'.

Situation: Terry Fuller, 28, a first violinist with
the Montana Symphony Orchestra until he was arrested
for having sex with two underage male prostitutes, is
in drayage training at the Timmerman Ranch, the
largest training facility for jackaroos in the West.

***

There had to be at least 300 of them trotting in
place, all 300 horse-naked jackaroos were trotting in
sync.  Already their step was even and timed in only
their fourth day of training.  Training would last
five months, and once completed Terry knew what the
county auction notices looked like, since he had seen
them often enough. `300 freshly trained and lacquered
buck jackaroos.  Genitally electro-cinched for your
safety and convenience.  Fully ringed for easy
infibulating and hobbling'.

He felt like he could cry if he were alone.  But he
could not now, for he was now part of a herd effort.
He had to act as one with the others. There were 300
other guys just like him, all about his age, horse
naked, ringed and belled, jogging in place, with dicks
wildly flapping with each step because of their genitals
held high in position by a very wide banded genital
cinch going about their cock roots, in back of their
balls.  It didn't seem right that the trainers,
standing around pleased with the trotting practice,
were free and he was not.  He looked at the faces of
the trainers. Suddenly free men seemed to be almost a
different species of men.  Free and privileged.  They
looked as far removed from Terry as jackaroos looked
to free people.

Terry had never felt so violated as his first day at
Timmerman Ranch, when he was lacquered, ringed,
belled, and cinched.  All of the new jackaroos were
given a bath which permanently denuded them of all
hair below the neck.  Then, because jackaroos work
most commonly in the nude, they were `lacquered', a
process in which their bodies are painted with an oil
that seeps into the skin, providing jackaroos with
both a permanent sunscreen and a polished look to the
skin.  Lacquered jackaroos are very sleek looking and
the lacquering needs to be re-done every four years.

Most humiliating of all for Terry was the giant hoop
ring that was put through the dick heads of all the
jackaroos.  The large diameter, yet very lightweight,
ring insured that jackaroos couldn't fuck women or
men.

And there they all were, naked and trotting in place
in the Montana sun.  Learning to get their knees up to
the right height for what was called the `civil trot',
used when the carriage driver wanted you pacing at a
moderate speed.

It was bad enough that not only did they all have a
very broad-band genital electro-cinch around the base
of their cocks, in back of their balls, but also the
metal fence that made up the corral they were training
in was electrified.  They were being herded like
animals, and the electric fence and the genital cinch
proved to all the jackaroos that free men didn't trust
them to not try and make an escape.  Jackaroos had to
be watched and electronically guarded, or else they
would try to flee.  That was what free men expected of
jackaroos; to behave like caught animals, and try to
escape if given a chance.

The jingling of the bells that hung from the tit and
cock rings of the jackaroos in training was music to
the ears of their trainers, who sipped sparkling water
from bottles as they walked among the jackaroos
trotting in place, encouraging them, explaining proper
posture, and inciting them to trot tall and look
proud.

Terry took special notice of the lead trainer, Ted
Junction, as soon as he first arrived at the Timmerman
Ranch.  Short, trim, lithe, handsome, and intelligent,
Ted had the kind of schoolboy bright eyes that Terry
was instantly attracted to and for a trainer his
voice was soft and gentle.

Ted Junction dressed like all the other trainers did
at the Timmerman Ranch.  Anyway he wanted to.  Just
the way someone would dress who was walking a dog.  No
reason to have any kind of fancy uniform for walking a
dog, corralling sheep, herding cows, or training
jackaroos.

Ted, dressed in Levis and a blue shirt, addressed the
jackaroos. "All of you are looking good.  Really good!
And I mean that.  So thank you for being so sharp and
cooperative."  He ran his hand through his hair as he
surveyed the trotting herd.  The tit and cock bells
were making a little too much noise, so he ordered the
herd to pause, and stand at ease.

When the last of the bells stopped its tinkling, Ted
spoke, "We've been having you work out for the first
four days to help those of you who have not been
exercising on a regular basis get back up to speed.
All of you are very fit.  You all passed the State's
guidelines as being fit for drayage service.  You all
are in excellent physical and mental health."
"As you probably know, there are a lot of myths about
drayage service from folks who aren't around
jackaroos.  Almost everyone still thinks that drayage
duty can only be performed by huge, super muscled,
servants.  But the fact is that some of the most
successful jackaroos are smaller stock. Latinos, for
example, with their generally lithe and short stature,
make some of the finest jackaroos in terms of
endurance.  It doesn't take much muscle power to pull
most modern dual-bearing carriages.  It simply takes
some one in good health.  Anyone who is fit and eats
properly can pull a modern, fully loaded, carriage
without much effort."

"And then there is the other big myth about drayage
service, that it is dishonorable and humiliating.  You
are all adults, and you doubtless know the common
jokes made about jackaroos. Schoolboys still
laughingly refer to you as `pony slaves'.  But the
fact is that drawing or drayage is an honorable
service.  In some cultures it was and is considered an
honor to draw the carriage of another."

"The point of all your training is to make your term
of service as pleasant and easy as possible.  To that
end we will not only be getting you in peak condition,
but we will also start to get you thinking about all
of your muscles, especially the muscles in your groin
and hip area, in new ways.  For most of your time here
at Timmerman Ranch you will be training while fitted
with anal plugs of varying sizes.  The plugs help make
you aware of, and able to control, muscle groups you
probably didn't even know you have."

"Then further down the line we teach you how your
libido can play a big role in making your jobs even
easier.  We will be talking very much about
controlling and centering your libido to make you
effective servants.  Hopefully, we will do a good job
here and you will be able to put everything we teach
you to good use so that you find drayage service a
piece of cake."
Ted Junction looked at his watch, "Okay you bucks, I
want you to resume the `civil trot', so that means you
bring your knees just a little higher than you
normally would for the basic trot."

The jackaroos all started trotting in place.  All
three hundred of them.  900 little bells, attached to
both nipples and to the cock rings of the 300 trotting
bucks, sounded on the Montana ranch.  Cows grazing
nearby lifted their heads slightly in note of the
jingling.

Ted Junction smiled and chatted with two other
trainers as they watched the naked bucks practice
their trot.  After a bit, Ted broke off his
conversation with his peers, and spoke to the trotting
jackaroos in a loud voice that could be heard over
their servant bells. "That's the way!  You jackaroos
need to focus on your duty, and take pride in your
duty at all times.  Right now your duty is to trot
properly, in rhythm, evenly, smoothly, and cleanly."

Ted surveyed the flopping cocks, "What a great looking
team you are!  Most jackaroos draw in the nude.  There
is a very good reason for that.  Owners like to see
their jackaroos connected with the earth.  Therefore
you need to focus on your penis as you trot along and
it flops about.  You have to center yourself in your
penis head and take pride in the fact that your owner
delights in seeing your penis bouncing around,
jiggling from side to side, as you draw him.  As you
trot, pulling your master, you need to realize that in
your jiggling penis you have every right to be as
proud of yourself as if you had accomplished some
great feat or created some great artistic masterpiece.
Owner's love to watch their jackaroos' cocks flopping
about as they draw them.  Your sole duty is to take
pride in that fact.  Take pride at all times in the
fact that you will soon be state certified jackaroos,
and that it is your duty to present as handsome a
picture as possible for your owner as you trot along.
If you do that, you will find drayage service deeply
rewarding."

Terry closed his eyes as he trotted.  For one brief
moment he realized that today was Thursday, rehearsal
day for members of the Montana Symphony Orchestra.  He
was about to break down in tears, but knew he had to
change his focus.  He thought instead, then, of his
cock flopping.  He thought of Ted Junction looking at
his dick head, and wondered if Ted liked what he saw.
A sudden and strange sensation came over Terry; utter
debasement mingled with euphoria.  Drayage service
just might be endurable, after all.

The End

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