Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2014 07:55:54 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Neighbor's New Hogboy - 12

The Neighbor's New Hogboy
Part Twelve
By Randall Austin

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Kevin gave Waylan a call from his 2001 red Camaro.  It was his thinking
that by stealing an older car he would be less likely to be noticed by the
authorities.

"Waylan, dude, how they hanging?"

Waylan gave a reply to which Kevin paid little attention, and to which
Kevin replied, "That's great!  Hey listen, is your dad at home?"

When Waylan told Kevin that his dad was gone for the day, Kevin continued,
"Listen, best buddy; I'm in the neighborhood.  I really like hanging out
with you, dude.  Whaddya say I drop by?  I got some booze with me; we can
get high, and then maybe have a little fun with the slaves!  How about it?"

Waylan balked a bit, not really knowing if it was okay to let Kevin do the
things he knew Kevin liked to do to the slaves.  Waylan knew deep down
inside of himself that Kevin was using him to a certain degree; but he
liked hanging out with an older guy who was really `cool' in his eyes, and
who flattered him with just enough compliments that it always made it hard
for him to deny his requests.

So Kevin, an older and wiser conniver than Waylan, had no difficulty in
eventually obtaining an invite from Waylan for some good, old-fashioned,
down-home, fun-time, slave-baiting.

Kevin, his dick firming as he thought of the fun things he would soon be
doing with Thomas and Craig, and eager to begin the fun, put the pedal to
the metal a little bit more than would normally be considered wise by
someone who had been drinking and travelling about in a stolen vehicle.

When, a short time later, he heard an emergency vehicle's siren coming up
behind him, he immediately pulled over to the side of the road to let the
fire truck pass.

But it was no fire truck.  It was a police car, and it pulled up in back of
Kevin's Camaro.

Kevin could hardly make out the amplified voice coming from the police car,
"Get out of the car.  And put your hands on your head!"

By the time Kevin was finally out of the car with his hands on his head,
two other patrol cars had arrived.  Traffic directives were quickly set up
about the perimeter of Kevin's stopped car, and soon Kevin was surrounded
by four police officers, with another three officers checking out the
stolen Camaro.

Kevin heard lots of radio chatter, but could make out none of it.  Once the
police had collected Kevin's driver's license, he was led to a police car
and placed into a back seat.  In the front seat of the car were two
officers, each retrieving data from onboard computers.

Kevin heard the comments of law enforcement from the car and from
headquarters, "Suspect in custody is a white male, 5 feet, 11 inches,
approximately 170 lbs."

One of the officers who was searching the car came to the driver's window
and reported to the officers, "The Camaro has stolen items from six of the
reported robberies in the neighborhood that occurred over the last three
days, including items reported stolen from the two businesses that caught
the suspect on their surveillance cameras.  Have headquarters send you the
vids from Swisher's Pawn Shop, and Cindy's Cashmeres."

In no time the videos arrived, and the two officers in the car, and the one
standing outside the car, as well as Kevin, watched the videos.  After only
a few seconds of footage the officer in the driver's seat gave a satisfied
nod, "Yup, that's our man in the back seat!"

The officer spoke to headquarters, "We have our suspect from the two
videos.  We have items recovered from six recent robberies, as well as the
stolen Camaro the suspect was driving.  This is a closed case, so you
better send out `the van' along with a medic."

Kevin was sweating, and fearfully asked, "What do you mean `send out the
van' along with a medic?  What's going on officer?"

The officer looked at Kevin through the rear view mirror, "Since this is
what we call a `settled' or closed case, meaning that if brought to trial
there would be a 100% chance of a jury finding you guilty, it means you
will be taken directly before a judge who will pass sentence.  The van is
where we will get you ready for your visit before the judge.  Because you
will almost certainly be given a term of indenturement rather than
imprisonment if you are physically qualified, a physician will be giving
you an exam and checking your medical records out to make sure you're fit
for servitude."

Kevin's voice was breaking like a frightened child's, "What are they going
to do to me in the van?"

"The boys in the van will get you braced, trussed, corseted, clamped, and
haltered, for your trip to the judge.  New servitors have to be properly
rigged when appearing before the judge for sentencing."

Kevin began to cry, "No, officer.  Please, let me go.  I would rather die
than be a slave!  Please let me go.  I just had some hard luck and did some
dumb stuff.  I'm really sorry!  Please let me go."

The second officer tried to calm Kevin, "Try to calm down.  It's not going
to be bad at all if you do as you're told."

Kevin was bawling, "I can't do what I'm told. I was meant to be free!
Officers, please let me go.  I'm a good guy.  I'm not like other people,
like all those drug dealers and assholes.  I go to church every Sunday."

The officer was about to tell Kevin to get a grip on himself, but didn't
when Kevin put his face in his hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.

A big white police van pulled up in back of the police car.  An officer
came and opened the back door for Kevin, "Mr. Dayton, if you'll step out of
the car I can take you to the agents from Social Services."

Kevin didn't move, but clutched the seat, and cried, "No!  No.  Please,
NO!"

The officer reached down and took Kevin by the hand.  Kevin followed,
sobbing as the officer led him to the rear of the van.  The officer knocked
on the van, the door opened, and inside were three technicians from
Minnesota State Social Services, dressed in black slacks and blue shirts,
over which they were wearing white hospital scrubs, as well as a physician
dressed in green scrubs.

As soon as the van door closed, one of the technicians instructed Kevin,
"Go ahead and remove all of your clothing, including any jewelry."

Once Kevin was totally bare, the physician began examining him.  The three
State Social Service workers stood and watched the physical with their arms
folded.

The physician did a fast but thorough physical exam of Kevin and his
medical records, and spoke to the technicians, "His medical records and
current condition are all good.  He is available for service."

The physician looked at the head technician, "Do you need an erector check
on this one?"

"Yes we do."

The physician touched Kevin on the arm and grabbed a vibrator, "The
technicians need me to do one last procedure on you.  Would you please
recline on this exam table?"

Once Kevin was reclining, the physician started to stimulate his penis with
the vibrator.  Once Kevin was moderately hard, the physician stopped the
vibrator, and lifted up Kevin's penis to give the technicians a good view
of it, and asked them "Is this good enough, or do you need to see more
turgidity?"

The head technician nodded, "He's got good stamina and speed, but I would
like to see how much longer it takes for him to achieve maximal arousal."

The physician did some more work with the vibrator, and soon Kevin was hard
as could be.  The physician pulled Kevin's cock as far back as it could go,
then let go of it, causing it to snap back on Kevin's belly with a plopping
sound.

The technicians smiled at the cock snap as the head technician approached
the reclining Kevin, "Okay, the doc says you're good to go.  My name is
Stag, and my boys and I just need to do a few things to you so you're
properly geared-up to stand before the judge; and then we can be on our way
to the court house!"

Kevin could hardly take in the words of the head technician, and when
another technician started to fit him with a pair of steel leg braces, he
propped himself up and cried, "What are those things?  What are you doing
to me?"

Stag touched Kevin on the shoulder, and as he guided him back down into a
reclining position, answered, "Relax.  These are nothing but leg braces."

Kevin winced, "Why are you putting leg braces on me?"

The head technician was skilled in the contemning techniques used by
professional servitor handlers, and talked down to Kevin as if were a
child, "Now, now; don't you worry about a thing. These leg braces are just
going to help assure that you assume the proper posture and gait when
appearing before the judge."

Once Kevin was braced, one of the technicians ordered him to lay on his
back, and instructed, "Now gather your arms in back, and clasp your hands
together so we can get you properly trussed!"

The truss consisted of banding his upper arms, and attaching the bands
together by means of a cord, and of banding his arms together by the
wrists.  Kevin asked, "Why are you tying my arms together behind my back."

The trussing technician was matter of fact, "Hennepin County rules!"

Once Kevin was trussed, the technician instructed him, "Now let's get you
into a standing position so we can get you corseted."

The technician helped Kevin get off the exam table and guided him into a
standing position, as the other assistant technician approached him with a
servitor `water corset'.

The corset, made of a thick elasticized fabric, was off-white, and 13
inches wide.  The technician fitted the corset about Kevin's lower torso,
tightened it, and then cinched its straps to secure the hold.  Kevin
complained, "It's too tight.  What is this for?"

Stag answered, "If the judge sentences you to a term of indenturement, you
will be taken immediately to the marketing team.  The corset, along with
other measures, gives the marketers a clear picture of your body mass, body
water, and body fat, ratio.  And with those measurements they can tell if
you are going to end up being a fatty boy once you get little older.  If
you are, then that will go into your record so that whoever ends up owning
you will know to put you on a restrictive but healthy diet of various
grasses, raw oats, and servitor `health biscuits'."

Kevin sobbed, some tears came to his eyes, and Stag, holding a penis clamp,
offered comfort, "There, there, little fella!  You'll feel better once we
get you clamped."

Kevin immediately got out of his bout of despair when Stag grabbed his
penis and worked it into the tube of the penis clamp.  The penis clamp
consists of a silicone tube, into which the penis is inserted.  A sleeve is
then placed over the tube, and by means of straps about the sleeve that
circle about the upper legs, the penis clamp is secured in place.

Kevin was worried, "It hurts, it's too tight!  What's this thing for?  Take
it off."

Stag patted Kevin on the shoulder, "Calm down now, little one.  You should
be grateful for it.  We will be leading you through the courthouse, and you
don't want everyone to see Mr. Willy, now, do you?"

Kevin gave a pained and wincing "No", almost as a child would.  "What's it
for?"

"The marketers will be hooking your penis tube up to a machine, so they can
learn some things about you."

"What kind of things?"

Stag rubbed Kevin on the back, and continued to speak to him as though he
were a child, "You'll find out soon enough.  You need to stop worrying
about things from now on, because from now on free people will be doing all
of your worrying for you.  You will soon no longer have anything to worry
about.  From now on free people will be doing all the really hard and
important stuff for you.  You just have to do as you're told, and you will
never have to worry about anything ever again."

The assistant technician approached Kevin from behind and placed a two-inch
wide heavy fabric halter about his chest, and secured it in the back.  The
fabric portion that covered each of Kevin's nipples was padded and was a
circular cut of four inches in diameter, making the halter resemble
something like a male bra.

Kevin's humiliation peaked, "What is this thing?  Why did you put this on
me?"

The technician answered, "It's your halter.  The back of the halter is
studded with D-rings, and to those we will be attaching your reins as we
lead you about the courthouse."

Kevin felt like a creep, deeply ashamed of the way the technicians had
kitted him out.  If he could, he would have covered his face with his
hands; but because he could not, he began bawling without being able to
cover his face.

Stag went up to Kevin, wiped his tears and snotty nose with tissues, and
gave him a few gentle pats on the behind.  He then began to gently rub
Kevin's freshly enslaved rump, "Now, now, little server boy.  You'll get
over it, and soon will get used to all of the stuff that your handlers have
to do to you on a regular basis.  In the old days, all this stuff used to
hurt like hell, but now all this stuff is safe and completely padded; and
if you don't see yourself in a mirror, you won't even know that you're
rigged up with all of this stuff."

"And always remember, as long as you're an obedient boy, the handlers will
never ever have to do anything to hurt you."

Stag pushed a button and spoke to the driver of the van, "We're ready to
roll back here!"

As the van started on its way, the two assistant technicians started
attaching the guide reins and control leashes to Kevin's servitor halter.

***

Phil Dayton listened to the information his lawyer, Saul Mautner, was
giving to him, "There is absolutely no problem, legally, with Mr. Patterson
using his two servitors in training to spend part of their day on the pedal
generator.  From the video you provided, it is nothing extreme.  Thomas is
being trained as a `brawn select' servitor, and the time he spends
generating electricity for the Patterson's use is nothing any more
strenuous than any standard exercise treadmill."

"However, there is a real problem with some of the other things I saw in
that video.  It shows your nephew raping Thomas.  I am obliged to report it
to the Minnesota State Social Services Authority, and when I do,
Mr. Patterson, almost certainly, will be presented with a hefty fine for
not providing proper oversight of the junior handler he employed, who I
believe was his son."

Mr. Dayton was excited, "Does that mean Tommy will be released from
servitude?"

Saul put up a hand to quell Mr. Dayton's hope, "No, I'm not suggesting
anything like that, because it is very unlikely, as far as I know, that
such a transgression would be grounds for manumission; please don't get
your hopes up!  I am not a specialist in servitor law, especially with the
fine legal points of Minnesota's complex Social Services system.  But what
I do know is that what I saw in the video does constitute rape; and state
licensed servitor trainers, such as Mr. Patterson, are held accountable for
such infractions."

***

The processing van holding the newly indentured Kevin Dayton parked in a
receiving gate of the Hennepin County Court House, and the officers led
Kevin to a receiving gate, where two court house police officers received
the braced, trussed, corseted, clamped, haltered, and trembling, Kevin
Dayton.

Once in the admissions room, an officer draped a one-foot wide yellow cloth
about Kevin's hips, cinching it tightly by its Velcro fasteners.  The
officer commented, "This will keep you decent before the public.  Because
even though your penis is clamped, there could be youngsters in the
courtroom."

Kevin asked, "Why will there be people in the courtroom?"

The officer answered, "The sentencing of the criminally indentured is
always open to the public, so that the good people of Minnesota can see
that justice is being done."

When it was time for Kevin's sentencing, the courtroom door was opened by
the bailiff, who gave a nod to the officers to indicate that the judge was
ready for the next case.

The officers led Kevin to a position before the judge by a leash attached
to his halter.  Kevin could only walk with slow, hobbled, steps because of
his leg braces.  There were people in the courtroom of all ages, and seeing
them made Kevin cringe in shame.  His hobbled walk, his hands trussed
behind his back, his halter, his corset, his braces, the fact that he was
being led by a leash, and a yellow apron that seemed to highlight his now
totally controlled life, made Kevin let out some sobbing heaves.

Once in position before the judge, Kevin was surprised to see that he was
relatively young for a judge.  The judge, 34-year old Marcus Spelling, gave
Kevin a look over before he began, "Kevin Miles Dayton, we have quite a
record of your activities over the past several weeks.  We have a video
record from a computer you used, which was provided to us by your uncle,
Phillip Dayton; we have a video from your cell phone which was confiscated
from your person today at the time of your arrest; we have surveillance
videos of you from two of the stores you recently burgled, Swisher's Pawn
Shop, and Cindy's Cashmeres; plus the stolen car and the stolen goods which
you were transporting in that vehicle."

"Kevin Miles Dayton, the charges leveled against you are serious, and your
guilt in all of the charges has been proven and confirmed by the evidence
provided."

"For the rape and torture of servitor-in-training Thomas Dayton you are
hereby sentenced to five years hard labor servitude; for the encouraging of
thee post-minor males, Hunter Watson, Tagg Ashton, and Brady Logan, to
physically and sexually abuse servitor-in-training, Thomas Dayton, you are
hereby sentenced to an additional four years of hard labor servitude; for
the felony theft of goods in excess of $25,000 you are hereby sentenced to
an additional two years of hard labor servitude; and for driving a stolen
vehicle with a blood/alcohol concentration in excess of .10 you are hereby
sentenced to one year of public works drayage servitude."

"Kevin Miles Dayton, in accordance with the sentencing guidelines of
Minnesota State, I hereby sentence you to a total term of twelve years
indenturement, with your initial lease under the administration of Hennepin
County Social Services, for Hennepin County to keep, promote, or sell, as
it deems appropriate."

"Please know that under Minnesota's enlightened `Servitor Grace Program for
the Criminally Indentured', good behavior can shorten your term of
indenturement by as much as 40%, but insubordinate behavior can extend your
term of service indefinitely."

Robert Dayton, Kevin's father, sitting in the courtroom, began to sob.

Judge Spelling instructed Kevin, "Kevin Miles Dayton, you are now an
indentured servant, property of the State of Minnesota."

The judge then nodded to one of Kevin's guards, "Officer, please remove
Mr. Dayton's genital apron."

Kevin, nervous, whispered to the officer, "Why do you have to take it off?
You told me the apron was put on me because there could be minors in the
courtroom.  Well there are minors in this room!"

The officer explained, "That was only in case you were found not guilty.
You are now a servitor of the state.  You need to know now that as a
servitor you, just like an infant, have certain and limited rights.  Like
an infant, you are guaranteed the right to nurturing care; but just like an
infant you have no right to privacy, so it no longer makes any difference
if anyone sees you nude or clamped."

The officer removed the apron from Kevin's waist, and now his penis clamped
wiener and freely exposed hanging balls were visible for all to see.  More
embarrassed by the penis clamp being on display than his dangling slave
balls, Kevin's face and chest turned red.

Once Kevin was de-aproned, Judge spelling continued, "Kevin Miles Dayton,
servitors in the state of Minnesota have more laws protecting their
well-being than any other state in the union.  But good behavior and a
helpful attitude are expected from servitors at all times, and all of our
state's behavior guidelines will be spelled out for you during your
orientation later today.  But by law I am compelled to inform you of the
consequences of failing to obey orders from your legally appointed owners,
overseers, trainers, and officers of the law.  Failure to obey any and all
rules and commands will result in the administration, in a summary fashion,
of appropriate punishment."

"Punishments are divided into four categories.  `Reflective' punishment,
the lowest level procedure, includes such things as being tethered to a
post or a wall for a period of time, various types of corner time, and
diaperings and high-chairing."

"The next order of severity, `Humbling' punishments, include such things as
being fitted with restrictive attire, hobbling, and contemning."

"Next, `Discomfort' punishments include such things as the administration
of punishment drinks, mouth soapings, and anal pluggings."

"The most severe grade, `Afflictive' punishments, include such things as
spankings, strappings, and whippings."

Once Judge Spelling had finished informing Kevin of the varying grades of
punishment available for servitors, he wished Kevin well, "Mr. Dayton, you
are now under the control of the two agents standing beside you from the
Hennepin County Social Services Authority.  I want to wish you all the best
during your term of public servitude."

Judge Spelling banged his gavel, the bailiff called out for all to rise,
and as the judge stood to take his leave, the too proud new servitor,
humiliated to the point that he had lost all self-control, was only able to
respond to the judge's well-wishes by letting out a "Fuck you!"  The curse,
though snarled rather quietly, was nevertheless heard by everyone in the
courtroom.

As gasps of the stunned and surprised spectators filled the courtroom, the
judge paused a bit to ponder if he should extend Kevin's term of
indenturement because of his inappropriate behavior.  When he looked at
Kevin, he simply pitied the foolish young man; and seeing the disapproving
looks of the two Social Services officers standing beside him, Judge
Spelling was confident that they would use the outburst to give Kevin an
appropriate lesson in good behavior.

The judge was correct; once the judge had exited the courtroom, the two
officers who accompanied Kevin were both quite disturbed by the outburst.
But as disturbed as he was, one of the officers responded professionally,
"Mr. Dayton, vulgar language and disrespect of an authority figure,
especially a judge, requires the administration of a `discomfort' level
punishment."

Those in the court quickly quieted down to hear what the officer was saying
to Kevin, "The first thing that will be done to you once we arrive
downstairs at admissions is to take you to the `compliance station', where
you will be trestled and delivered a good old-fashioned punishment enema.
Following your enema you will be fitted with a catheter muzzle and a
punishment plug, so you can get an idea of the kinds of things that happen
to disobedient servitors!"

The pained look on Kevin's face encouraged the officer, offended by
disobedience, to rub Kevin's eventual punishment in all the more; "I can
guarantee you that once we get you punishment-plugged and cock muzzled,
you're really going to feel it.  That muzzle's catheter snaked up your
penis slit, along with the anal plug probing the depths of your errant
behind, will do wonders for your attitude!  And hopefully it will drive
home the lesson that from now on you can avoid such punishments by just
being a good little boy!"

When the officer then rubbed Kevin on the head as one would do to a freshly
admonished child, there were titters from the courtroom spectators.

And when the handlers led the well-hobbled Kevin out of the courtroom,
forced to walk with only short mincing steps because of his leg braces,
truss, corset, dangling penis clamp, and halter, the titters turned to
laughter.

***

Mr. Patterson had been informed by the Minnesota State Social Services
Authority that because of the video evidence presented to them by Saul
Mautner, Mr. Phil Dayton's lawyer, showing that the state-certified junior
handler, Waylan Patterson, his son, who had been entrusted with the
overseership of Thomas, had allowed under his watch both the rape and
torture of Thomas on two separate occasions, Mr. Patterson's lease of
ownership for Thomas Dayton would likely be terminated.

While it was not good news for Mr. Patterson, it was not the worst thing
that could have happened.  Although Mr. Patterson would be returned his
down payment on Thomas's lease, he would most likely be hit with a very
hefty fine.  But at least his son, Waylan, did not allow Thomas to escape
or be permanently injured.

As a result of the incident, Waylan's Junior Handler Certificate was
certain to be revoked, and he would most likely never again be allowed to
work in the Social Services industry in any capacity.  But being underage,
Waylan would not be charged with any criminal activity.

Mr. Patterson did not want to discuss with Thomas ahead of time the reason
he was being removed from his household, and so when two police officers
arrived to collect Thomas, and Mr. Patterson led them down the basement to
the servitor quarters, both Thomas and Craig were surprised.

One of the officers spoke to Thomas, "Thomas Dayton, we are agents of the
State Social Services Authority, and because Mr. Patterson has violated the
stewardship terms of his lease agreement, we are here to escort you to
Hennepin County Social Services Central, where you will be housed until you
are relocated."

Thomas gave a worried look to Craig, and then asked the officer, "What's
going to happen to me?"

The officer responded, "You will be housed at Social Services Central, and
what will happen to you will most likely be up for judicial review.  I
don't know anything more than that."

Thomas and Craig, overcome, rushed into each other's arms, and hugged as
tears came to their eyes.  The officers were sensitive to their friendship,
and allowed them time to chat.

When Craig asked of Thomas, "How will I ever see you again?"

The officer interjected, "That will not be a problem.  Minnesota law gives
social servants the right to remain in contact with their servitor friends
via e-communication."

Thomas and Craig quietly and briefly shared their love and hopes with each
other.  Eventually they broke their hug and looked deeply into each other's
tear-filled eyes.  Then Thomas looked at the officers and nodded that he
was ready to accompany them.

***

The room the officers led Kevin to was clearly marked, "Compliance
Station".  As the door was being opened Kevin asked, "What is the
Compliance Station?"

"It's where we turn wayward boys like yourself into compliant servitors!"

They led Kevin to a steel punishment trestle that was situated over a steel
drain, bent him over so his ass was sticking up nice and high, and strapped
him in position.

There were several different types of hoses connected to water sources.
One of the officers grabbed one of the hoses with a slender nozzle, and
lubed up the nozzle.  As he began to insert the nozzle up Kevin's anus, he
called out, "Its enema time for Kevin!"

As Kevin began to fill up with the warm enema solution, the other officer
explained, "We're hoping that this will help you shit out some of the
naughties from that dirty mouth of yours!"

They made a crying and most discomforted Kevin hold the solution in for
several minutes.  When Kevin called out, "It really hurts!" they let him
eliminate, and then repeated the procedure.

Once the officers had cleaned Kevin up with a good slave hosing, they
guided him to table, one of the officers started to undo the straps
securing his cock clamp, and spoke, "Now too bad for you; the penis clamp
doesn't hurt, and can even feel good."  The officer then held up the muzzle
and continued, "But this catheter muzzle is designed so it doesn't feel too
good, and is designed to make you think about how disobedience never pays
off!"

"You had to go and be a potty mouth, so now we have no choice but to muzzle
your penis with this gadget.  At the tip of the muzzle is a slender tube
that will go up your piss slit.  The tube is hollow so you will be able to
piss while wearing it.  I hate to do this, but I find that a good catheter
muzzling is one of the quickest ways to bring new servitors into
compliance."

The cock muzzle is basically a mesh sleeve that fits over the entire length
of the penis.  At the head of the sleeve is the hollow catheter tube that
extends one inch up into the piss slit of the penis.  The sleeve is made to
stay on the cock by means of being attached to a band that is tightly
cinched about the base of the cock and balls.

The officer took hold of Kevin's cock, and began inserting the lubed
catheter up Kevin's piss slit, who immediately began to squirm and howl.
Once the catheter was inserted and the mesh sleeve was securely in place,
the discomfort level did not cease for Kevin, who begged, "Please take it
off.  It really hurts.  This is supposed to be a discomfort level
punishment, not `afflictive'!"

The officer shook his head, "We can't take it off; and we're not even
finished with you yet, because now it's time to get your butt plugged like
the servitor that you are and are going to be for the next twelve years!"

When Kevin saw the large butt plug that one of the officers was lubing up,
he began to sweat, "Oh gawwd, no, officers, please; not that!  Please don't
put that up me!"

The officer instructed, "Bend over now and grab your ankles.  The more you
bend over, the easier it will be to get this up your behind, and the less
it's going to hurt."

The freshly cock-muzzled Kevin was near to tears, "Please officers.  You
don't understand.  I'm really sensitive; I'm not a guy who can take it.
I'm not a homo or anything!"

Both officers laughed.  One of them commented, "From the way the judge
described all the things that you did to that poor kid you raped, I'm
having a hard time not believing that you're some kind of super homo!  Now
bend over and grab your ankles; or do we have to `horse' you like a sissy
boy in order to get this thing up your behind?"

Kevin bent over.  As the officer worked the plug up the once proud
boy-fucker he offered comfort, "Now stop you're crying.  There are lots of
guys just like you, freshly enslaved and defiant, who need help in shedding
their self-pride, and this is the procedure that helps them the most.  So
you're not alone.  Right now, throughout this city, there are hundreds of
guys just like you who are bent over and getting punishment plugs worked up
their behinds, and who are being forced to deal with the consequences of
their false pride and defiance.

As the fat and long plug was worked up his hole, Kevin felt as if the core
of his being was being invaded.  He was no longer on top.  He was now a
butt-plugged fool, whom nobody could ever again look up to or admire.

Once the officer had the plug all the way up Kevin's hole and began to
secure it in place with straps that encircled his upper legs, Kevin began
crying out loud.

The officer instructed Kevin to stand up, and in a standing position Kevin
could feel the plug all the more.  The officer put a hand on the crying
servitor's shoulder, "The special sensation that the anal plug offers, and
that you're feeling right now, is one that says to the plugged `from now on
you need to obey or else!"

The feeling of the large plug up his ass, combined with the cock muzzle's
catheter up his piss slit, recast in an instant Kevin's entire
self-identity.  Kevin suddenly no longer felt like himself, and felt
instead like a totally controlled human being.  And finally he realized
that he was now, indeed, a slave.

As the officers led the cock muzzled, anal plugged, braced, trussed,
haltered, corseted, and sobbing, Kevin out of the Compliance Station, the
lead officer spoke, "We'll remove the cock muzzle and punishment plug after
your orientation session, in about four hours; if we think you're showing a
good attitude."

To be continued...

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