Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2012 22:07:40 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Get A Job!

Get a Job!

(A story of an ex-servitor)

By Randall Austin

Short Story

This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be
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Brad Belmore went to his bedroom, closed the door,
locked it, laid himself down on his bed, and started
crying.  Life was going pretty terribly for the
27-year old young man.  He was released seven months
ago from a six-year term of indenturement, to which he
was criminally sentenced for drunken behavior in which
he accidentally set fire to three very expensive
homes.

When he returned to live at home after his term of
service his family was very supportive, and happy to
have him back.  His two younger brothers and sister
were especially happy to have their handsome and very
likeable older brother back home.

Brad had just completed his second year of college
when he was convicted.  The plan was that on his
release from his indenturement he would live at home
until he found a job, achieved self-sufficiency, get
an apartment of his own, and then return to classes.

But he was unable initially to find a decent paying
job.  Brad and his family were aware that there was
some stigma attached to having been a servant, and
that it would likely make a job search more difficult
than it would normally be.  But successful returns
from a life of servitude to a life of freedom were
done all the time, and they were not exactly rare
occurrences.

But after four months of being unable to get a good
job, Brad looked into entry-level positions.  He felt
obliged to take a minimum wage paying job in a fast
food restaurant.  But soon after starting the job he
found the constant taunting and behind-his-back pranks
hard to take.  And coupled with a wage of $7.10 an
hour, it fast became unbearable and he eventually
quit.

And now here he was, in a small bedroom that used to
be his youngest brother's room, his mother explained
to him when she visited her freshly indentured son,
"We thought it best to let little Jerome have your
room, since it would be a shame not to have your large
bedroom be used while you were away." The small
child's room depressed him.  He was ashamed to invite
what few friends he had left over to his house because
he could offer them nothing, not even a comfortable
room to get away to.

With each passing day Brad felt more and more useless.
Here he was a fit and handsome male in his prime,
unable to get a job or a girl friend.  He was reduced
to having to ask his parents, and even his younger
siblings, for cash.  And after a time, he became so
embarrassed having to ask for money, that he found
himself stealing a quarter or a dollar here and there
from his own family members.

Brad's siblings were beginning to realize that the
older brother, whom they had once looked up to, was
sort of stuck in the mud.  And they noticed that other
people, too, no longer looked up to him.

And troubles soon developed at home, with his father
nagging him to find a job, and his siblings in subtle
ways beginning to think of their oldest brother as
something of a loser.

He noticed his siblings changing attitudes towards him
for the first time when his sister, Brandy, age 19,
went out of her way to avoid having one of her girl
friends meet him one day when they had stopped at home
to pick up some school supplies.  Before his
indenturement Brandy would go out of her way to
introduce and show off her handsome older brother to
her friends, and she always enjoyed listening to her
girl friends ooohing, cooing, and aaaahing, over her
super cute stud older brother.

One of Brad's most devastating moments occurred when
his two younger brothers, Jerome (19), and Andrew
(21), accidentally walked into the bathroom when he
was shaving naked in front of the sink and saw his
bisected foreskin.

The foreskin of males released from servitude is
bisected in many states to mark the person as a
legally freed servant.  The foreskin that hangs ahead
of the penis tip on a flaccid penis is sliced on both
sides from the tip of the foreskin along its length to
the tip of the penis head.  The surgically sliced
two-flapped foreskin is the sign of a freed servant.

When his brothers finally saw his bisected skin, they
were at first curious, but soon the jokes started.
"Hey boy, are you behaving yourself now that you're
free?"  "Are you going to be a good boy and act
responsibly like a free man?"  "You miss your
cock-sucking days?"

Exacerbating the entire situation was the fact that
Brad's family was in the low-middle class income
bracket.  All three of Brad's siblings were now paying
their own way through college by holding down
part-time jobs, just the way Brad was hoping to do.
And Brad's father was on partial disability, so money
was very tight in the Belmore household.

The extra special treatment Brad received when he
first arrived home incrementally dried up, and Brad
found that his family members were getting annoyed
with him.  He was reduced to having to scrape and save
pennies, and forced to do things such as frequently
having ramen noodles as his chief meal of the day.

Brad's father had allowed him the use of his computer
for his job search, and one day as Brad was looking at
resources for freed servants his father entered the
computer room, "How's it going son?"

"Great Dad.  Here's a support group for freed servants
that meets on Wednesday nights.  It looks cool.  I
think I'll attend one of their meetings."

"Son, what you need to do is start getting serious
about your job search, and stop wasting your time
going to meetings with a bunch of other whiners
complaining about how unfair things are!"

"Dad, I'm not whining.  I have not been complaining."

"Son, what you need to do is start going to
interviews, and simply telling them at the interview
that you will do whatever it takes to win their
confidence.  You need to make your case son.  You need
to plead.  You need to beg."

"I have told them that I would work hard, Dad."

"No, you have to sound like you mean it.  You have to
make promises.  You have to go the extra mile.  Tell
them you'll submit to unannounced inspections, or
whatever it is you think they would like to hear."

"Dad, I did my time.  I'm a free person.  Just like
you."

"Brad.  Let's get real.  You were only indentured
because you messed up in a great big way.  That is a
fact that is out there, and you need to handle it.
And if it takes telling a possible employer that you
are willing to submit to nude inspections to allay
fears that you could be a thief, or even to corporal
punishment if you mess up, then you should do it.  You
need to do it, son.  Because, frankly, the longer you
stay here, living off your mom and me, the worse it
looks for you."

"Dad, I'm a human being.  There is no reason I should
have to endure that kind of humiliation.  I thought
you cared about me."

"I do son.  But it's time to be a little more
proactive in your job search.  Telling someone you
would be willing to submit to unannounced body
searches and to corrective discipline is just the kind
of thing a prospective employer needs to hear from you
in order to take a chance on hiring you.  I doubt if
any employer would actually use discipline on you, but
it just might be your ticket to landing a job."

Brad's father's voice rose as he vented his
frustration, "And frankly, son, I'm getting damn tired
of seeing you laying around the house day after day.
The least you could be doing is going door to door and
seeing if you could mow the neighbor's lawn, or do odd
jobs for them."

The usually patient Brad could take no more, and stood
up, "Fuck this, Dad!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said `leave me alone'."

"No, Brad, I want you to repeat what you just said to
me."

"I said fuck this kind of talk!"

His father had had enough, "Okay son, that does it.  I
want you to spend the rest of the day down at the
employment office.  It's time you put some energy into
your job search.  And before you go down there, I want
you dressed up.  Put on a jacket and tie.  Stop dressing
like you're seventeen years old!"

Brad had had enough, also, "Fuck you, Dad!  I don't
have to put up with that tone of voice."

Brad attempted to rush out of the room but Mr. Belmore
grabbed his son's arm, "Okay son, I've given you more
than plenty of chances to show me that you were
serious about your job search!"  Mr. Belmore, on
partial disability while recovering from a shattered
femur, was still a strong man.  He grabbed his son in
a rapid move and pulled him over to the couch, and
began tearing off his clothes.

Brad was too shocked to react initially, and only when
his shirt was completely off and his trousers
unbuckled and unzipped, did he begin to react.  But
his father still had the strength he had when he was a
top wrestler, and in one swift move finished the job
of pulling his son's pants and undies down to his
ankles.  Holding on to Brad's arm, he sat on the
couch, pulled his naked oldest son over his knee, and
began a vigorous spanking.

Not only vigorous, but very painful.  Brad howled,
"Dad, you can't do this.  I'm an adult.  You stop this
or I'm calling the cops, you old fucker!"

Mr. Belmore noticed the indenturement number tattooed
on his son's left buttock, "When the cops get here and
see your tattoo and bisected foreskin, do you think
they'll give you much credence?"

As Mr. Belmore spanked and Brad howled, his sister
walked in and quietly watched, reacting rather
casually to the sight of her father spanking her
oldest brother as though he were a child.

She was soon joined by her two brothers, Andrew and
Jerome, who were drawn by the commotion.  Their faces
turned to smiles as soon as they entered the room.
They had both hoped to see such a scene, and Andrew
had felt for quite some time that such a scene would
be inevitable.  But seeing Brad over their father's
knee, at his age, with his pants down, was almost too
good to be true.

To both Andrew and Jerome, Brad's childish howling
only confirmed that he was indeed acting like an
irresponsible child, and was getting what he deserved.
And Andrew told his father so, and encouraged him,
"Way to go, Dad.  Give it to him good."

Jerome joined in, "Yeah, get a job, Brad.  Stop
fucking loafing around here, being a drain on mom and
dad."

Andrew liked the ring of that and repeated it with
emphasis, "Yeah, get a gawdamn job, Brad!"

Mr. Belmore was, if anything, encouraged by the verbal
support of his two younger sons, and approached his
task with even more vigor.  And the severity of Mr.
Belmore's blows made Brad toss, pitch, and turn, his
torso all the more, finally giving his sister a
close-up view of a bisected foreskin.  As she watched
her oldest brother get what he deserved, she thought,
`What a waste his life has been.  All that he's been
given, that super muscled body, that cute face, that
thick hair and yet he's wasted it all.  He is a
total failure'.

For Jerome it was a relief to finally see his dad get
serious with Brad.  He let his feelings out, "Give it
to him good, Dad.  You don't know how much it hurts me
to see him taking advantage of you and mom day after
day."

Brad screamed, "Fuck all of you.  I'm calling the
cops!"

"Son, I've already warned you that the cops aren't
going to care too much about what you have to say once
they see this pretty tattoo on your ass and your funny
looking penis.  And once they hear what your brothers
have to say about the way you've been acting lately,
you'll go on record as a nuisance caller."

Jerome approved, "You've got that right, Dad!  Don't
let him intimidate you!"  Andrew patted Jerome on the
shoulder.  He wanted to help and encourage his dad as
well, so he went and fetched a ping pong paddle from
the next room and handed it to his father. "Here Dad,
try this.  It looks like your arm is getting tired."

Mr. Belmore thanked Andrew, took the paddle, and began
whapping his son's buttocks with it.  Brad howled like
a squealing baby.  Andrew and Jerome smiled broadly,
happy with the increase in the pain being delivered.

As Mr. Belmore began a rapid fire volley of swats,
causing his son to buck wildly and squeal an even
higher pitch, he questioned his miserable son, "Are
you going to begin a job search in earnest, doing the
things I've asked you to do?"

"Yesssss.  Please stop!"

"You're 27 years old, and here I am having to take you
over my knee and give you a spanking as if you were
five years old.  I hope you're proud of yourself!"

That comment from his father stung Brad more than the
paddle, and he started crying out loud in shame.

"Are you going to start doing more around the house
and being extra nice to your brothers and sister to
make up for all the problems you've caused?"

"Yessssss.  Please stop, Dad!"

"Are you going to start being honest, and stop trying
to hide the fact that you were a servant for six years
of your life?"

"Yesssss.  Please let me go, Dad!"

"Because, let me tell you something son.  If you don't
find a job real soon, we're going to have no choice
but have you placed back into indenturement."

"No Dad.  Please.  No!"

"I promise you.  If you don't have a job within a
couple of weeks, I'm going to sit down with your
brothers and see if we can find an indenturement
program for you.  Maybe it's what you need.  Maybe
your sentence wasn't long enough.  But one thing is
certain; if you don't buckle down and do what's
needed, your brothers and I will take matters in to
our own hands and have you placed back into
indenturement."

"No Dad, please.  Don't send me back into servitude.
I'll do what you want."

"Good.  But how can I be sure you'll start behaving?
It's always the same. I nag you; you make promises to
do something; but nothing ever happens."  Mr. Belmore
shook his head in resolve, "Well, finally, I'm tired
of it, son.  Damn tired.  All that I get from you are
promises.  What can I do to make you start facing the
music?"

Andrew shouted out, "Make him stay naked, Dad."

Brad shouted, "Fuck you, Andy!"

Mr. Belmore stopped the paddling, "Maybe that's just
the thing you need, son, to wake you up.  Let's see if
you have the nerve to swear at your younger brother in
that way if you're naked.  You need to be brought down
a peg or two, be reminded of just who you are, and
start facing the fact that, given your past, you can't
expect things to be handed to you on a silver platter.
Now I want you to stand up and face your brothers and
sister."
Brad sputtered in disbelief, "Dad?  You can't be
serious!"

"Son, I am very serious.  That's the reason they cut
your penis' foreskin; to mark you as a former social
servant.  It's done to help remind yourself and freed
servant boys like you of what you once were. It's a
badge of honor.  You need to have your penis on
display and be proud of what you were.  Let your
brothers and sister see your badge of honor.  There's
nothing to be ashamed of in being honest.  And being
bare will keep you honest and help you face reality."

"Now stand up son, so we can all get a good look at
you."

Brad didn't move from his father's lap, "You can't do
this to me, Dad."

Strong Mr. Belmore helped his son get up into a
standing position, as Brad's hands flew frantically to
cover his genitals.  "Son, your brothers and sister
have already seen your tatted butt and sliced
foreskin, so there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of.
We need to do this son to help you stay focused.  I
want you to get back to your house chores now, but
keep your clothes off for the rest of the day."

"No Dad.  Please let me get dressed."  Brad, totally
unprepared for the indignity, just stood there and
began to cry again, looking like a helpless baby.  His
brothers were shocked to see Brad crying and pleading
like an errant servant.  They found it hard to look at
their older brother as he stood naked in front of
them, desperately trying to keep his genitals
concealed with his hands, and crying and sniffling
just the way servants do.  It confirmed to them that
Brad really wasn't a normal adult.  That he was
somehow different.  That maybe he was meant to be a
servant.  He was nothing but a crying and helpless
baby who needed strict and total guidance.

Brad's father spoke gently to him, "Now son, I want
you to get your hands away from there.  Let's let your
brothers and sister see you the way you really are.  I
want them to get a good look at your freed-boy penis.
I want them to see your bisected foreskin.  You are
marked for life, son, and you can't run away from that
fact."

When Brad didn't move, his father took his hands and
moved them out of the way.  He continued speaking
gently, "Now this isn't so bad, is it?  I want you to
look at your brothers and sister looking at your
penis.  See, they're not ashamed or afraid to look at
it, and you shouldn't be either.  Being exposed like
this is what you need.  It will help keep you honest
about what you were.  There's nothing to be ashamed of
when you go on your job search.  You need to face what
you were just the way your siblings are facing it."

The pleasure Jerome, Andrew, and Brandy took in seeing
their father finally deal forthrightly with their
oldest brother was intense.  And now that Brad had
finally been brought so low, it enabled a more
conciliatory tone from his siblings.  Seeing Brad
exposed and sniffling like a big, dumb, but cute,
servant, had a calming effect on everyone.  Mr.
Belmore had done the right thing in taking a firm hand
with the former servant.

Andrew spoke, "It's okay, Brad.  We're all family
here.  If this is going to do you good, then I'm
totally cool with it, and you should be too, bro."

Jerome's disgust with his brother had abated as well,
now that Brad was finally brought down to his rightful
place, "You'll be okay, bro.  You look good.  You
should be proud of yourself.  Dad's just trying to
help you.  We're all just trying help you, man."

Mr. Belmore patted Brad on the shoulder, waited until
his sniffling abated, then told him to get back to his
house chores, but to stay naked.  Brad, totally
humiliated and confused, accepted his father's orders.
In his mind he was thinking that the terrible thing
that had just happened could only have happened
because he somehow deserved it; that maybe if he did
as ordered it would make up for his being such a
miserable failure.

Brad's siblings stood about initially as he went to
work cleaning out the den, watched him, and even
offered encouragement, "That's the way!  You're doing
a good job, Brad."

But the novelty of seeing their older brother
sniffling and working in the nude soon wore off, and
they left Brad to do his chores in private.  Only
Brandy would occasionally stop by to get a look at her
still hunky bare brother as he did his chores.

***

Mr. Belmore's tough love treatment worked, and Brad's
newly adopted obsequious interview style impressed one
employer enough to offer him a fair paying job as an
administrative assistant.  His boss made the decision
to let his co-workers know that Brad was a freed
servant.  They were fine with it and treated Brad
respectfully.

But when Brad had been on the job for three months,
and a female office employee reported that her purse
had been rifled through and her billfold stolen,
everyone suspected Brad, even though he was no more
likely to have stolen the money than anyone else in
the office.  No formal charges were made, but a
scapegoat was needed, and Brad soon found himself at
the receiving end of his co-workers' disdain.

In a private conversation with his boss, Brad was
informed that the best course of action would be for
him to leave, given the bitter atmosphere in the
workplace.  No charges would be filed.  The boss told
Brad that he liked him personally, and regretted that
things had come to this.

Once Brad left his administrative assistant job,
things rapidly deteriorated at home.  Brad grew more
and more insecure as a sense of worthlessness overtook
him.  His sense of inferiority caused him to be
irritable with his brothers, and his father was
finding it necessary to take him over his knee at
least once or twice or week for spankings in an
attempt to get him back on course.  And his brothers
and sister were growing so frustrated with their
seemingly helpless older brother that they were
calling on their dad to make Brad do naked time on
almost a weekly basis.

Naked time had the effect of making Brad more
subservient and obedient, but Brad hated having to be
naked in front of his family.  He knew that when they
looked at his tattoo and bisected foreskin it made
them think that he was really a slave at heart.  And
Brad eventually began to wonder if maybe being set
free was a good thing for him after all.

One evening, slightly over three months after having
been released from his administrative assistant
position, Brad's father took Brad into the den, along
with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Brad felt wonderful being feted in such a fashion.
After the wine had been poured, Mr. Belmore held up a
glass to toast his son; "I love you son.  I really do.
Very much.  I know these have been some very hard
times for you.  I know you've been trying.  And I know
I can be a nag sometimes.  And so can your brothers
and sister.  But we're all just trying to help you
son."

"Son, let's be frank here.  I think you're having a
hard time finding a job because deep down inside you
think you don't really deserve a job the way normal
free people do.  Do you think I could be right about
that son?"
Brad spoke quietly, "I don't know Dad.  Maybe."

"And son, you always seem to be happiest when I lay
down the law and have to get really firm with you.
Don't you think I'm right son?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, Dad.
Maybe it could be so."

"Brad, every time I've had to spank you it was because
you were really miserable, and taking your misery out
on your siblings.  Yet after all those spankings I've
had to give you in recent months, you were always a
much happier person afterwards, and you would go back
to your chores with purpose and determination.  After
your spankings you seemed to take pleasure in doing
your chores."

"Maybe you're just one of those boys who needs the
extra encouragement that strict discipline offers.
There's nothing wrong with being the kind of person
who needs constant guidance and reinforcement, as long
as you admit it and accept it.  Some boys are just
that way.  Don't try to act like a normal boy, a free
boy, like a boy who has a right to act cool because he
naturally does things the right way on his own without
the guidance of strict discipline."

"Son, maybe there is something to the idea that some
people were born to be guided throughout their lives,
guided into helping and serving others.  Living a life
of service to others is the noblest thing a person can
do, and maybe you were born to serve others.  Think
about it son."

Mr. Belmore allowed Brad to think about it over two
more shared bottles of wine.  On the third bottle, he
and his son sat down at his computer terminal and
began looking at indenturement options being offered
on the county's web site.  By the end of the third
bottle Brad was convinced that another term of
indentured service, with the county's public works
program for a term of four years, was just what he
needed.  Mr. Belmore watched proudly as Brad set up an
appointment, online, for his induction at 11 AM the
following morning.

Mr. Belmore and his two sons drove Brad to his
appointment the following morning.  As they drove to
the appointment, Brad was miserable.  He felt unsure
if it was the right thing he had done, and feared the
wine may have led him to make a bad decision.

The Belmore men entered the county's servant induction
office, and presented themselves.  A man and a woman
from the processing department came out and greeted
the Belmore family, and led everyone into a receiving
office.  The man had Brad and Mr. Belmore sign several
documents.  When the paper work was in order, he
thanked the Bellmore's and exited with the documents.

The female attendant instructed Brad to remove all of
his clothing, his shoes, and jewelry and place them
into a plastic bag.  Brad kept his back to everyone as
he undressed and placed his personal effects into the
bag.  He handed the bag to the female attendant, who
in turn handed the bag to Mr. Belmore.

The attendant then took a brand new two-inch wide
silver collar, made of synthetic material, fitted it
about Brad's neck, and locked it on.  She placed a
collar made of similar material around the base of
Brad's cock and balls, fitted it, and locked it on.
Brad's cock collar nicely lifted his sex unit up and
out.

The attendant gave a look to Brad's family, and told
them that that was all there was to it, and she would
now be taking Brad down for orientation procedures.
Jerome asked if they could go with them and watch, but
the attendant told them that that was not allowed.
She waited for the family to say their "goodbyes".
Mr. Belmore and his two free sons wished Brad well,
but he barely looked at them.  As the attendant
grasped Brad's penis to lead him away, Mr. Belmore
called after him, "You hang in there, son!  You hear
me?"

Brad neither looked back at his family nor responded
as the female attendant pulled him along by his penis.
His two brothers snickered over the fact that a woman
was pulling Brad along by his penis.  Brad did not
hear his brothers' chortling, for he was struck by the
fact that this was the first time a female had touched
his penis in almost seven years.

By 2 PM that very afternoon Brad was at work for the
county on a sewage detail, along with five other
servants, cleaning cesspools and digging out stopped
up sewers.  It was actually not a bad first day of
servitude for Brad.  It was the first time in almost a
year that he could laugh and joke with people, his
work mates, and not feel like they were making fun of
him behind his back.

And when, at one point, Brad and all five of his
fellow servants on sewage detail had to strip and get
tawsed, because of county policy that said if one
servant on a work detail is demerited, all servants on
that work detail have to receive the same punishment,
it was actually a time of special camaraderie for the
servants.  Each servant received their 10 swats of the
stinger tawse on their bare backs and buttocks - and
each did plenty of howling, but when it was over the
overseers were respectful of them, and admired the way
the server boys stuck together and took their
punishment without complaining or being angry at the
boy who was responsible for their punishment.

And the good news was that Brad and his five fellow
servants, four of them newly indentured, and two newly
re-indentured, would only be on sewage detail for
eight months.  After that they would all be
transferred and promoted to sanitation detail for a
period of one year.  And best of all they would all be
together for as long as the county could manage to
keep them together.  Authorities in the field of
social servitude are well aware of the benefits of
allowing groups of servants to bond; and for that
reason servants on a given work detail not only work
together and are promoted together, but also share the
same dorm cell.

All considered, it was a good life for Brad.  Social
servants on public work detail were well respected by
all echelons of society.  And Brad, along with his
detail mates, was especially proud of his county work
uniform: a handsome light green jumpsuit with
attractive yellow striping, made of super comfortable,
breathable, cotton.

In the evening boys on sewage detail are allowed to
take long, luxurious, baths.  And they are also
provided access to a wide array of grooming products
so that the servant boys can doll themselves up for
their fellow dorm cell mates.

One day, after two weeks back in indentured service,
after a hard day's work, and after having had an hour
long soaking bath relaxing and horsing around with his
fellow sewage boys, Brad finally realized that not
only was this the life for him, but that he was
happier than he had ever been before in his life.

After their bath and supper, and as Brad and his
fellow sewage boys all spread themselves out naked on
their large communal bed and started cuddling up and
playing with each other, with their hair gelled and
bodies scented for each other's pleasure, the sewage
detail boys started to play their favorite game: each
one of Brad's five workmates takes turns sucking on
Brad's big fat server boy rod for twenty seconds, and
the one who makes him start to cum during his time
sucking is the winner.

Brad is the center of attention of his work detail,
and he likes it.  Although these are not women who are
after him, at least he is having sex on a daily basis,
and lots of it.  With his sewage work mates Brad
doesn't have to try and prove himself or make them
think he is a man of means.  The homo boy servants on
sewage detail just love Brad for being the super
suckable hunk that he is.

***

Three months later Brad's father and siblings were
allowed to visit him for the first time.  The county's
public works social servant complex offers a
comfortable living room like setting for servants and
their families.  And the servant's are allowed to
dress in normal clothing.  When Brad was led into the
visitors' room to meet his father and his three
siblings, he was wearing cream-colored slacks, a blue
dress shirt, a causal tie, and loafers.  With his
neatly styled hair, he looked like a free boy.

Mr. Belmore hugged his son, "You look great, Brad.
Just great!"

"Thanks.  I feel great, Dad."  Brad hugged his
siblings and told them how happy he was to see them.
The family sat down, and chatted.  The family could
sense that Brad truly seemed to be content with his
lot, but were shocked when Brad told them that he and
most of his detail mates, were thinking of signing up
for a longer term of indentured service; for a
lifetime, in fact.

To Mr. Belmore it was almost unthinkable. "Brad,
what's wrong with you?  Temporary service is fine,
what's wrong with you?  What about your future?"

"Dad, I believe all of the things they have taught me
in my service education classes.  A life of service is
a noble life.  And they offer us a fantastic
retirement package.  Because the state doesn't pay
servants a salary, they invest more, much more, of our
earnings into our retirement plan than any normal
employer could ever do.  Therefore we can retire as
free persons at the age of 59 if we like.
But it's not for the benefits that I'm thinking of
signing up for life.  The benefits have almost nothing
to do with it.  I want to sign up life time service
because I want to serve!"

Brad's father and siblings were genuinely distraught
over Brad's possible decision, and they tried to
dissuade him.  When the family seemed to not
understand why Brad would do such a thing, he calmly
started removing his tie.

As he undid his tie, he spoke, "Dad, I have you and my
brothers and sister to thank for my happiness.  Dad,
that day you took me over your knee for the first time
as an adult and started spanking me I once considered
as the worse day of my life.  I now think of it as the
greatest day of my life.  Because you were right, Dad.
It was what I needed."

Brad removed his tie, and then started to unbutton his
shirt.  "And when Brandy, Jerome, and Andrew, came
into the room as you were spanking me and told me I
needed to stop being a drain on the family, I was so
humiliated.  But you were all so right.  I would never
have acted without encouragement of the kind dad was
giving me physically, and my siblings were giving me
verbally."

Brad pulled off his shirt and placed it over the arm
of the chair.  Bare-chested, Brad pointed to his large
diameter and gauge nipple rings, one on each nipple,
and continued, "Do you see these large rings?  Do you
know what they're for?  They're for boys like me, for
servants.  They're used for teaching us lessons.  If I
do something bad, like lose my temper and swear, they
lock me to the wall by these nipple rings.  By both
rings, so I can't move.  It's very uncomfortable.  The
guards and overseers hate to do it, but they know that
boys like me need it.  It helps us.  You all were
right.  I need constant encouragement to help me be my
best.  I need these rings to help me be all that I can be."
The family was speechless as Brad stood up and
unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pushed
them down to his ankles.  Standing in his white
servant padded underpants, Brad pointed to two leather
cuffs, one above each knee.  He pointed at them, "Do
you see these cuffs on each of my legs, with D rings
attached?  Do you know what they're for?  They're for
boys like me.  By hooking my legs together with
varying lengths of chain they can control the size of
the steps we can take.  Sometimes they hobble us boys
when we're working in a cesspool in a remote area,
when there's not enough overseer help.  It lowers the
risk of escape and keeps us focused on our work.  I
need these cuffs to be the best that I can be, and I
proudly admit it.  I love my hobbles."

The family continued speechless, but was impressed
with Brad's passion.

Brad hooked his thumbs in his underpants, and pushed
them all the way down.  Everyone was very surprised to
see a very large and thick gauge ring going through
the head of Brad's cock.  Brad spread his legs to give
his cock prominence, and pointed at his cock ring,
"Look at this giant ring they put on me.  They put it
on all of us servant boys.  Do you know what they do
with it?  Sometimes we have to work totally naked
except for our boots in giant cesspools, and they
tether all of us boys on detail together by our cock
rings.  One cord is passed through all of our cock
rings, and we're all tethered together by our cocks,
just like animals.  They tether us together by our
cocks, like we are bulls, or pigs, or something.  By
our cocks we're chained together!"

"But you know what?  It is what we need.  I am never
so proud of myself as I am when I'm tethered by my
cock to my detail mates.  We all are proud, because we
all know it's what we need to stay focused when we do
the very hard work that we have to do.  By tethering
us by our cocks we all work at an even and productive
pace.  It helps us to feel united, and helps us give a
unified effort to the task at hand.  If they didn't
tether us like animals, we wouldn't get the work done
so quickly and efficiently.  It's the kind of help I
need, and I'm grateful for it."

Brad, keeping his legs spread, looked at his family,
and stretched his arms out. "Dad, you made me work in
the nude.  At first I was so humiliated and ashamed.
But that was what I needed Dad, because now I want you
to look at me.  I'm proud to be a servant.  A servant
who has no secrets.  A servant who is exposed for the
benefit of society.  I am a person whose purpose is to
serve all of you, and be used by society in ways it
decides will benefit the common good."

Andrew and Jerome still could not comprehend Brad's
love of servitude.  Andrew wondered, "If it's just
grunt labor you want to do, you could easily have
found a job like that.  They even hire common
criminals to dig ditches and roadwork.  Why would you
want to live in a compound for the rest of your life
and have every aspect of your life so scheduled and
controlled?"

Brad brought his arms down, but still stood standing
in front of his family with his clothes down at his
ankles, "Andrew, on my first day back in servitude, I
met my detail mates for the first time.  We were all
newly indentured or newly re-indentured.  New boys
they put on the least desirable jobs, and we got
assigned to sewage control."

"They loaded us up on the back of a county public
works department servant transport truck and drove us
out to our first job, on the outskirts of the city.
There we were, the six of us, suited up in our public
works department green and yellow jumpsuit and big
cesspool work boots.  As we drove along, everyone in
the passing cars would strain their heads to get a
look at us sewage servants.  Arrogant free boys would
give us the finger, call us names, and whistle at us.
School children passing in school buses would point
and laugh at us.  But at the same time police officers
would wave at us in respect.  Enlightened people gave
us the thumbs up sign."

"We arrived at our first job site, out at a farm, and
were ordered off the truck as the farmer and his
family came out to watch.  There were just two
overseers overseeing us.  We were ordered to strip off
everything except our work boots.  The overseers
strung a strong cord between our legs through all of
our cock rings.  They tethered us together by our cock
rings, like we were animals or something.  When the
overseers opened up the cesspool hatch and ordered us
to enter with our shovels, the stench was so
overwhelming that we couldn't force ourselves into the
cesspool."

"One of the overseers took the control whip and
snapped it in front of us to scare us, but we couldn't
enter the cesspool.  He warned us that he would have
to use the whip on us if we didn't go in, but we
couldn't do it, so he and the overseer each took their
whips and began slicing our backs.  It gave such a
horrible stinging feeling that suddenly the stench of
the cesspool seemed as nothing compared to the sting
of the whip.  So we all entered the cesspool, in a
line, tethered together by our cock rings."

"My detail mates and I worked as fast as we could to
shovel out the problem, and when we climbed out of the
cesspool, the overseers praised us.  It felt so good
to be back in the sunlight, and be praised by men who
really knew that we did good work, and knew that the
whip was needed in some cases.  The overseers had
special soap for us, and then they hosed us down.
After we dried ourselves and got dressed, I was
beginning to see what a special life servitude could
be."

Brad put his hands in back of his head, in a posture
of exposed submission, "For you see, my dear family, a
servant isn't a special sort of person, but simply the
kind of person all men should be.  Dad, Andy, Jerome,
sis, I am happy to be a controlled boy.  I am happy to
be a well-disciplined boy.  For discipline and control
are what enable me to serve at my peak capacity.  I am
happy to give up my freedom if that helps others.  I
am happy to know that punishment awaits me if I
misstep.  I am happy to be exposed if that helps me to
focus on my service.  I am at peace knowing that I
cannot step out of my boundaries, because there are
overseers watching over me at every step of the way to
help ensure that I do not."

Brad slowly dropped his hands.  His family remained
speechless.  As he started to pull up his clothes, he
commented on them, "They let us wear these free boy
clothes for visitors.  It's for the benefit of the
families.  I do not want to be a free boy, nor do I
pretend to be one."  As he buttoned up his shirt he
smiled at his family, "I am happy here.  So happy.
And I owe it all to you.  Thank you all.  Thank you so
much!"

His father went up to Brad and hugged him in silence,
and his siblings did the same.  Nothing needed to be
said.  Brad was happy at last, and now his family knew
it, believed it, and could accept his decision.

As Brad exited the visitor room, he thanked the guard
who escorted him.  The guard patted Brad on the back
as he walked him back to his dorm cell, "You are such
a good kid, Brad.  I'm sorry I had to spank you the
other night."

Brad patted the guard in return, "And you, Dean, are
such a good overseer.  I needed that discipline, and I
was serious when I thanked you for doing the hard work
that you have to do.  I want to be kept in line, and I
am grateful to you for helping me stay in line."

Brad and all five of his detail mates signed up the
next day, voluntarily, for a lifelong term of
indentured service, with the option of retirement at
the age of 59.



The End



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