Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:50:57 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Holding Facility

A Portrait of Servitude – The Holding Facility

By Randall Austin

Short Story

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Place: Detroit, Michigan

Background: Holding facilities, still referred to as
`holding pens' in the South, are living quarters set
up for the indigent, bankrupt, and insolvent who are
seriously considering committing themselves to a term
of indenturement.  Brokerage firms and professional
buyers regularly scan a county's holding facilities to
gain advance knowledge of what's likely to be
available stock; or, if they like what they see, to
convince those seeking refuge in the facility that the
brokerage firm they work for would best be able to
represent them and set them up in an ideal service
position, one offering the best terms available.

Although those who voluntarily take shelter in a
holding facility are under no legal obligation to
ultimately commit themselves to indenturement, it is
commonly understood that, since the county is paying
room and board for those in the holding facilities, it
is the duty of those in the facilities to freely
submit to inspections by and answer questions from all
interested agents.

Situation: Matt Wilkerson was 17 years old when he had
his son, Julian, out of wedlock.  Matt, now at the age
of 34, has ended up in severe debt.  His construction
company was rendered bankrupt by several costly
lawsuits.  Julian, now 17 years old and a senior in
high school, is required by state law, as a minor, to
remain with his guardian parent even if that parent is
indentured.  Matt and Julian have been in the Wayne
County `holding facility' for two days, and three of
Julian's best friends have come to pay them a visit in
their room.

***

"Hey, these digs aren't too bad!" smiled Ralston,
Julian's best friend from high school, as he looked
about the room.  To Ralston and his two friends,
Jessie and Caloda, the room which Julian and his
father inhabited at the county holding facility
resembled the sort of room one would find in a very
run down hotel: worn carpet; liquid stained furniture;
a faint musty smell; dark, peeling, wallpaper; two
cots serving as beds; bed blankets faded and tattered;
a heavily stained and worn sink and toilet; and a
bathtub one would hesitate to use.

Matt shook his head, "Well, I'm thankful that it's
temporary.  The advantage of using the holding
facility is that we're given priority when it comes to
placing us with interested buyers."  Matt looked at
all three of Julian's friends, "I did tell Julian
beforehand not to expect the Hilton."

The friends all laughed to ease the somewhat awkward
situation they found themselves in.  Ralston, Jessie,
and Caloda, all gay, began hanging out with the
straight Julian because they were all on the same
soccer team as freshmen in high school.  They have
remained friends ever since; initially because the
three of them just wanted to hang out with the very
handsome and hunky Julian.  But eventually a real
friendship formed between the four of them.  Through
the years all three of the gay friends tried in
friendly ways to put the make on Julian.  Julian was
never bothered by his friends' gayness, but he did let
them know he had no interest in guys.

To Ralston, Julian looked unhappy.  He put his arm
around his shoulder and asked, "You doin' okay,
buddy?"  Julian nodded `yes'.  Ralston handed his
digital camera to Caloda and told him to take a
snapshot of him and Julian.  As Caloda snapped the
photo the intercom rang.

Matt pushed the chat button and everyone in the room
could hear the voice on the other end. "Mr. Wilkerson,
this is Ted Collins.  Are you and Julian both in your
room?"

"Oh, hi Ted.  Yes, we are."  Matt covered the receiver
with his hand and whispered to Julian's guests that
Mr. Collins was the director of the Wayne County
holding facility.

The voice on the intercom continued, "Good.  I have
four gentlemen here; one is from a local brokerage
firm, and the other three are interested private
buyers.  They're here checking our inventory lists and
the four of them would like to visit with you and your
son now, if it's okay with you?"

Matt smiled, "Yes, by all means.  Send them over!  I
have guests here, do they have to leave?"

"That's entirely up to you, Mr. Wilkerson.  The
gentlemen will be there in a couple of minutes, and
they'll be accompanied by one of our attendants."

"Thank you, Mr. Collins."  The intercom went dead.

Jessie asked the Wilkerson's if they, Julian's friends,
should leave.  Matt answered, "Its okay with me.  How
about you, Julian?"

"Sure, my friends can stay.  I don't see why not."

Caloda wondered, "Julian, dude, is this stint going to
mess up your schooling?"

Matt, anxious to put the best face available on the
situation, explained that in most of the places Julian
and he would likely be serving, the lease holder is
required to allow Julian adequate time to complete his
high school studies via the state's mail study program
for servants.

Caloda nodded, "Wow!  That's totally cool!"

There was a knock on the door to the room, and before
Mr. Wilkerson could make his way to the door to open
it, the attendant had opened the door and ushered the
four prospective buyers into the room.  The attendant,
a pimply faced, 25-year old, Mort Rothstein, pointed to
Mr. Wilkerson and his son, "There they are!"

The minimum-wage earning attendants, who worked at the
holding facility, were notoriously rude to the
inhabitants of the facility, and reveled in the one
perk of the low-paying job; an opportunity to boss
around the down and out.  Mort snapped, "Okay, we need
you two faggots to get cunt-naked!  Now!"

Mr. Wilkerson was indignant, "We'll do no such thing!"

Mort smiled at the opportunity given him to show off
his authority even further, "I want to see both of
your cocks and balls in 60 seconds or I'm calling my
manager and having him send up a control unit."

Mr. Wilkerson needed to spare his son any further
indignity, "Look, I think you're out of line young
man!"

Mort pulled his mobile out and turned it on.  Mr.
Wilkerson was intent on not letting some punk
attendant humiliate him, "I think I need to ask all of
you to leave!"

The gentleman from the brokerage firm was somewhat
knowledgeable of the law as it pertains to servants
and spoke up, "Mr. Wilkerson.  It's standard
procedure.  I was just told that all that the two of
you own right now are the clothes on your back.  It's
almost 0 degrees outside right now, and it's expected
to get to 20 below this evening.  We are miles from
town.  This is not a halfway house.  This is a county
holding facility and there are no funds available
whatsoever to provide you with transportation to a
destination of your choice.  I suspect that the reason
you ended up here is that you have nowhere else to go.
Therefore, I'd suggest you do as you have been
asked."

Mr. Wilkerson was finding the situation, on top of all
he and his son had been through in the last few weeks,
very difficult to bear, "No, it's simply not right to
be treated this way."

When Julian, who had butterflies in his stomach, saw
the attendant smile and start to enter a call on his
mobile, he urged his dad in a nervous voice, "Come on
Dad.  Let's just do what they want."

Mr. Wilkerson, with hardly a shred of dignity left,
felt compelled to stand his ground, "No son, I assure
you; nothing is going to happen."

Jessie whispered to Ralston, "Old man Wilkerson is a
fuckin' nitwit loser!"

As Mort spoke to his manager on his mobile, Julian's
friends shifted nervously, while two of the personal
buyers smiled bemusedly.

Caloda overheard Jessie's comment, and whispered to
his friends, "He may be a nitwit, but he's one fuckin'
hottie!"

Jessie agreed, and felt it would be awkward for Julian
if he saw his friends whispering about him and his
dad, so he restrained his need to comment on the fact
that he agreed with Caloda, and had always thought
Julian's dad was even better looking than Julian.  He
felt uncomfortable with his excitement over the fact
that there was a good chance he was about to get to
see Julian and his dad in the nude, given the
unpleasantness of the situation.

Within moments two large guards, dressed in the
formidable black and grey uniform of the Wayne County
Servant Control, and each carrying straps and cords,
entered the room.  Both in their forties, they carried
themselves handsomely and impressively in their
thigh-flared trousers.  Jessie and Caloda swallowed
hard, trying to suppress their excitement at being in
the same room with two such swaggering officers.
Ralston wanted to flee from the embarrassing scene
taking place before his eyes, but, like Jessie and
Caloda, he was transfixed.

As both officers removed their caps, signaling to all
that they were about to do something, the taller of
the two asked, "What's going on here?"

Mort explained, "We have two uppity fucks here.  They
refuse to strip for our clients."

One of the officers grabbed Julian roughly, as the
other officer approached him with a large pair of
scissors.  Julian's terrified look steeled his father,
"I order both of you to leave my son alone!"

The officer with the scissors stopped in his tracks
and looked at Mr. Wilkerson in amazement, then nodded
at Mort, "You were right, kid!  I haven't seen such
uppity behavior in a long time."  He then nodded at
the officer holding Julian and indicated Mr. Wilkerson
with a toss of his head.  The officer released Julian,
then hurried towards Mr. Wilkerson and roughly grabbed
him, gathering his arms behind his back.  As the other
officer began snipping off Mr. Wilkerson's clothes,
Mr. Wilkerson screamed, "Gawdamn both of you fuckers!"
As the officers stripped Mr. Wilkerson with a
vengeance, Julian hurriedly began removing his clothes.

The officer doing the snipping shook his head at Mr.
Wilkerson, "Too bad for you both, because now these
fine gentlemen here are not going to be interested in
buying you unless we can show them that that
uppityness of yours can be whipped out of you!"

Julian stripped with his back to his friends and
immediately covered his genitals.  Mr. Wilkerson could
not cover himself as his arms were held by one of the
officers.  When Julian's three friends saw the tackle
hanging from Mr. Wilkerson's finely tapered physique,
they all began to harden.

The officers quickly guided Julian and his father so
that they were facing each other, and pressed their
naked bodies together.  Mr. Wilkerson did not know
what was happening, and in a still firm voice asked,
"What's going on?"

Mort was quick to respond, "They're gonna' wale your
asses until you start behaving.  That's what's going
on!"  The light gloss of perspiration that covered
Mort's pimply face indicated that he was excited at
having successfully engineered a punishment for the
good-looking father and son.

Mr. Wilkerson asked, "On what authority can you do
that.  We are not indentured!"

As the guards held father and son tightly against one
another they began binding their upper arms together
with straps around their biceps.  As they did so the
taller of the guards explained, "It's all clearly
explained on the form you signed when you came here.
It said that by taking up residence in the Wayne
County holding facility the tenant agrees to abide by
all reasonable requests and is subject to all rules
and regulations pertaining to the indentured.  A
request by a prospective buyer to examine you is a
perfectly reasonable request that you have failed to
obey.  Having failed to obey such a request you now
face the same consequences a social servant would for
misbehaving."

Mr. Wilkerson tried to protect his son, "My son was
not involved in this."

Mort, wide-eyed and angry, jumped in, "The kid refused
to obey me, just like his dad!"  Mort's explanation
satisfied the guards; and Matt, Julian, and Julian's
friends, all knew that it did.

With their upper arms bound firmly together, both father
and son were now locked together so closely that they
had to put their heads together side by side.
Julian's friends, as well as the buyers, admired the
matching pair of prominent bubble butts on father and
son.

The representative from the brokerage firm spoke to
the three private clients, "Ah, I think we're going to
see a punishment called the `carousel'.  It's kind of a
neat thing to see!"

Each of the officers took a three-inch wide, three and
half foot long, reformatory strap, and guided the
bound father and son to the center of the room.
Each officer then stood opposite each other six feet
apart, with the bound father and son in between the
two officers.

The taller of the two officers commanded Mr. Wilkerson
and his son, "Now I want you two standing up nice and
tall and straight, like big boys."  When father and
son did so their bodies pressed intimately together,
flesh against flesh from shoulders to feet.

The taller officer then raised his arm holding the
strap and said to his partner, "I'll strike first."
When he said this, Ralston scrunched up his face with
a worried look and let out a moan.  The taller officer
saw this, brought his arm with the strap back down,
and turned towards the three friends,  "Listen, you
three young men.  I take it from the expressions on
your faces that this is something you are not used to.
Let me explain something to you."

The officer paused a bit, and in a very sincere tone
continued. "When a parent admonishes a child in order
to help it understand that it must not go near a hot
stove, and then drives home the point with a few good
swats to the child's butt, they are not doing that out
of hatred for the child, or out of a desire to inflict
pain.  Rather they are doing it for the very opposite
reason; out of love for the child and with a desire to
protect the child from harm.  You three young men need
to understand that Officer Stanns and I are
exactly like such parents.  We are not meanies who
hate servants.  Quite the opposite!  As Social
Services professionals we are committed to the
well-being of servants and to the success of the
social services system."

"All of us at different stages of our life have
different duties and different responsibilities.  You
as students have the duty to get the best grades you
possibly can.  And if Mr. Wilkerson and his son are
accepted into Wayne County as social servants, then
they have the duty to make sure that they perform all
tasks assigned them quickly and efficiently.  The
quality of work, social servants perform directly
impacts the economy and the quality of life in Wayne
County.  If a single servant slacks, then everyone
suffers.  So the importance of the responsibilities
they bear as social servants needs to be brought home
to them in a very direct fashion."

All three of Julian's friends nodded in understanding
of the officer's explanation, as did all four of the
prospective buyers.

The tall officer turned back to the business at hand,
and again commanded the Wilkerson's, "Okay, let's see how
nice and tall you two can stand for us.  Boys like you
need to learn the consequences of disobedience."  Both
Wilkerson's slithered their bodies up to show that they
were obedient.  "Good boys!"  The officer then brought
his arm up and let the strap flail across Mr.
Wilkerson's rump.  The strike made a lot of noise and was
joined by a holler from Mr. Wilkerson, "Noooo!", and
that was followed by an attempt by him to get out of
the way of the strap which caused him to try and bolt
away.  When two seconds later the other officer's
strap landed across Julian's ass, he also screamed and
tried to avoid the blows, thus causing the two bound
men to move in a circular fashion.

One of the buyers laughed out, "I can see why it's
called the `carousel'."

The two officers were very skilled at strapping the
two asses at just the right time to keep the two
Wilkerson's moving around and around.  Even despite the
screams and howls of father and son, the unusual sight
brought smiles of amazement to all of the spectators'
faces, including those of Ralston, Jessie, and Caloda.

As the ferocity of the strappings increased so did the
circular motion of the bound father and son.  The
muscled asses going round and round, coupled with the
screams of Julian and his father, gave Ralston,
Jessie, and Caloda, turgid erections.  And what they
were witnessing, seeing buff Julian and his hot dad
being treated to such a humiliating punishment, sent
forbidden waves of pleasure through their bodies,
causing all three of their dicks to start leaking
precum.  At one point, when the three friends made eye
contact with each other, they saw that they all had
open-mouth half smiles, indicating that that they were
excited.  Ralston shook his head in embarrassment.
Jessie licked his lips and tugged at his slacks to
free his boner, and his two friends, seeing the move,
did the same to their slacks.

The four individual buyers were laughing heartily.
Julian, in the throes of embarrassment and pain, could
hear the laughter and wondered if his friends were
laughing.  When the officers had the father/son team
prancing in circles at top speed, one of the personal
buyers took out a camera and snapped a few pictures,
"I gotta show this to my wife!"

Ralston felt awfully doing it, but he knew that Julian
couldn't see him, so he quickly took his digital
camera out and snapped two quick shots of the
spectacle.

The agent from the brokerage firm spoke to his fellow
buyers, "I always have to smile when I see the
carousel.  Not only is it damn effective, but it's a
hoot to watch!"

Just when Caloda was beginning to feel that the
punishment was too extreme, it stopped.  The officers
unbound the two, and faced them towards the
prospective buyers.  Both father and son's cocks were
in full-bloom.

The agent from the brokerage firm took out two weights
hanging from cords and said, "This would be a good
opportunity for me to perform the weight test."  The
tall officer told him to go ahead, and he approached
Matt and Julian and slung the cords with the weights
around their erect dicks.  He was pleased with the
test results, "I don't know if you other gentlemen
need this info, but our brokerage house always tests
erectile strength.  And both father and son can carry
a number 10 weight.  The father is in prime sexual
health, just like his son."

When the buyer from the brokerage firm removed the
weights from their penises, both Matt and Julian were
dazed from the embarrassment.  Neither one of them
could bear to look in the direction of Julian's
friends.  When they were both asked to bend over, they
were so defeated and shamed that they offered no
resistance as Mort took a slender diameter steel
dildo, lubed it, and worked it up both of their asses.
Mort offered his assessment to the buyers. "The old
man's kind of tight, but the kid is as fuckable as a
bitch in heat.  But both of them can take it up the
ass if they have to."

As Mort took a cloth and wiped off the steel dildo, he
addressed the buyers, "While we got these two
tits-naked, if any of you want to snap a few photos I
can have them flex their muscles for you."

All four buyers wanted pictures.  Mort commanded Matt
and Julian to skin back their dicks, stick out their
chests, flex their biceps, ands strike a `muscle-boy'
pose.  Both father and son complied; Matt out of total
defeat and Julian out of fear.

After the photos, their dicks deflated, and no one
saying anything, Julian felt especially awkward and
bent over and picked up his jockey shorts from off the
floor.  Mort snarled, "Who the fuck told you two
cocksuckers to get dressed?  Throw those shorts back
on the floor!"  Julian did so with lightening speed.
"The buyers are not finished checking you out.  Both
of you, skin back your dicks again, so your buyers can
see all of you!"  Father and son swallowed hard and
did as commanded.  "Now stand nice and tall, hands at
your sides!"

One of the buyers, Frederick Koshell, wondered, "I
like the material, but that whipping they just got
doesn't seem to have cured them of their problem
behavior."

Another buyer, a gentleman of about 50, answered, "I'm
definitely interested in these two, and intend to bid
on them.  But I'll tell you what's going to happen to
them if I win the bidding.  As soon as I get them to
my place I'll give them a good lecture on what kind of
behavior I expect and then I'm securing both of them to
the punishment frame, applying thumb, finger, toe, and
tit screws to them, and leaving them to think on the
consequence of misbehavior for two or three hours.
Then, before I remove the screws, I'll take my
reformatory strap and have a good session not only
with their butts, but also with their legs and thighs.
I find that that does the trick on even hard-to-break
servants, like these two."

Mr. Koshell nodded, "It sounds like a good control
system.  I'm also interested in purchasing these two,
but I don't have time for disciplining slaves.  My two
teenage sons are at an age where they enjoy handling
slaves, so I let them handle all the discipline and
control.  My slaves are all well behaved.  I let my
sons have a free hand in their control.  I don't know
what they do, but I figure that as long as none of my
slaves has ever had to be hospitalized, my boys can't
be doing anything too harsh in order to keep them in
line."

Everyone laughed at Mr. Koshell's laid back style.
Another buyer, a 27-year old investment banker, liked
what he had heard, "I don't have any children to help me
control slaves.  I too intend to bid on these two.
But if I win the bid the first thing I'm having done
to them, even before we leave this holding facility,
is get them fitted with permanent cock cages.  I'll
let them know that I won't even consider having the
cages removed until after 10 months, and then only if
their behavior has been exemplary.  And if the cages
do come off after 10 months, they will still be on a
limited and monitored masturbation schedule.  I find
that you can best control a servant through his cock."


The gentleman from the brokerage firm agreed, "My firm
believes in that policy, as well.  We believe in
preemptive discipline, and if we sense bad behavior
coming, we punish even if no actual transgression has
occurred.  And for the severely intransigent, we give
them ample warning that they are on the fast track to
either getting docked or castrated.  Once we give them
that warning, proper, inline, behavior usually
follows.  It's rare, but we have followed through on
that threat on occasion." The gentleman from the
brokerage firm looked at the investment banker, "But
it is very true what you say; slaves sure are awfully
obsessed with their cocks, and through their cocks is
the best way to control them."

Officer Stanns shared his knowledge, "My Uncle Phil
had one of his slaves docked, and he is now one of
Uncle Phil's best behavers."

Jessie wondered, "What exactly are you talking about?"

Officer Stanns answered, "It's having their dicks
surgically shortened: either removing the tip, or
slicing it to half its length.  The slave can still
do and feel everything he used to with his cock, but
it does wonders for their personalities.  It makes a
slave realize that he is really special, and is not at
all like free men.  It has a calming effect on them and
helps them to accept their lot."

Mort especially enjoyed this kind of talk, "I think
all slaves should be docked."  He nodded at Matt and
Julian, "If I had my way they'd all be docked the
moment they walked into this facility!"

The tall officer and the buyers smiled somewhat
nervously at Mort's extreme views.

The tall officer spoke, "Well, if you gentlemen have
seen enough, then Officers Stanns' and my work is
finished here."
Mort spoke, "I take it, then, that all four of you
gentlemen are interested in bidding on these two?"

All four buyers nodded `yes'.

Mort addressed Matt and Julian, "As the form you
signed says, once a client has expressed an interest
in your purchase, you are legally committed to
indenturement if that person is able to come up with
the funds in a timely manner.  There is no backing out
now!  You two are now officially valued property of
the State of Michigan until your sale, and as such I
have to secure you."

Mort removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt,
gathered Mr. Wilkerson's arms behind his back, and
cuffed his arms together.  When he did the same to
Julian, Julian started sobbing uncontrollably.

Mort then addressed the buyers; "I'll lead you
gentlemen to the bursar's office.  A closed auction
like this has a few unique rules, but it is a pretty
low-key affair, and it should be over shortly."

The two officers exited the room, followed by the four
interested buyers. Mort then addressed Julian's three
friends, "I'm sorry, but you have to leave now.  As
these two are now indentured, and I cannot leave them
unattended."

Ralston wanted in some way to strike out at Mort, to
express his contempt over Mort's treatment of Matt and
Julian, but all that came out was, "Do you have to
leave them naked?  Why can't you let them have a shred
of dignity?"

Mort's surprisingly composed response surprised
Jessie, Ralston, and Caloda, "I'm sorry.  I know
you're probably not used to nudity.  But as soon as I
lead the gentlemen buyers to the bursar's office I
have to come right back here and get to work on these
two.  There's a lot that needs to be done.  I need to
get them shaved, disinfected, bathed, head-waxed,
cock-polished, body stenciled, ear-tagged, scrotum
looped, butt-plugged, ball-gagged, and dressed in
their Michigan State Service jumpsuits."

Matt, Julian, Ralston, Caloda, and Jessie all made
their awkward farewells.  When Mort exited the room
after Ralston, Caloda, and Jessie, and Matt could hear
Mort locking the door behind him, he joined his son in
uncontrolled sobbing.

POSTSCRIPT:

Matt and Julian were purchased by Mr. Koshell, the
buyer who said that he let his two teenage sons
maintain his slaves.  Mr. Koshell runs a construction
firm manned primarily by indentured carpenters.  Matt
enjoys the work, and working with the other servants.
It turns out that Mr. Koshell's two sons were indeed
interested in handling slaves; the female slaves.

They had no interest in the male slaves whatsoever and
left them alone.  Mr. Koshell just always thought that
when the boys told them they had been checking out the
slaves that they had been making sure everything was
going okay in the servants' quarters.  He had no idea
each one of his sons was carrying on an impassioned
romance with his two female slaves.

When Julian turned 18, eight months after being
indentured, he was free to leave his father's side and
his indentured service, and attend college.

The conditions of forced nudity and living in close
quarters with other nude men effectively made both
Matt and Julian come to terms with their sexuality.
Julian and Ralston share a room on campus, and are now
engaged in a fun-filled, passionate, affair.

Matt is either giving it or taking it up the ass every
night in Mr. Koshell's servant quarters, and is
enjoying it immensely.  He says that he still prefers
women; but he also says that when he is finally
released he is taking that portion of his sale that
the state invested for him and intends to start a new
construction company which caters to the needs of the
gay community.

The End


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