Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 21:09:29 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 11

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART ELEVEN

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Lucas awoke sad and depressed; the previous evening was a traumatic one for
him.  He was alone in his room after his work shift, at 8 PM, when his
cousin Timothy came to the warehouse, along with two of his friends, and
they amused themselves with him in various ways.

Fourteen days had passed since Timothy's previous assault, in which he
butt-plugged and raped Lucas.  Lucas had reported it, but no one ever said
a word to Lucas, in follow-up, regarding his accusations against Timothy.

The first thing that Timothy and his friends did to Lucas, after ordering
him to stand up and spread his arms and legs, was to simply gawk at the
naked slave, while they laughed, teased, and made fun of his condition: a
naked animal slave for life - tethered, hobbled, ringed, tagged, and belled
like a farm animal.

The taunts were painful enough for Lucas, for they only served to bring
home his true condition: "Wow, a real, naked, lifer slave, just like in the
movies!"  "He's tied to the floor by his cock, and to the ceiling by his
nose! "Such pretty bells on your tits and ears!"  "Mule boy hasn't been
allowed to jerk off his cock in over two months!"  "Hey straight boy, you
must be pretty horny.  I bet you wouldn't mind now if we homos jacked your
dick.  Why don't you beg for it, naked boy!"  "Let's make the pig boy dance
for us and get his bells jingling!"

But more painful were the physical torments they inflicted on him.  Timothy
came with a "fazer", a servant control device that emits a mild electric
shock that gives the recipient a nauseous feeling, as if they were about to
throw up.  Its use by Junior Servitor Handlers is prohibited by law, but
Lucas did not know that.  Timothy took great delight in showing his friends
how easily he could get Lucas to do anything he asked by applying the fazer
to his arm or thigh.  With the fazer in hand, Timothy made Lucas do
humiliating muscle boy flexing poses; made him run in place, ordering him
to bring his knees up high with each step; and finally made him do a duck
walk about the warehouse, with his hands held behind his head.

The boys also took turns playfully spanking the frightened slave, and
feeling up his well-defined body and genitals.  Lucas could smell alcohol
on the breath of his tormentors.

The boys' fun ended abruptly when they heard a large semi truck slow down
in the area, causing Timothy to fear that some late night delivery was
being made to the warehouse.  Timothy and his friends hurriedly exited the
warehouse through a door at the opposite end of the loading dock.

***

When later in the morning, Robin visited Lucas in his room, Lucas was
unsure of whether or not he should bring up the previous evening's assault
by Timothy and his friends.  Lucas had decided that it would be better to
first contact Slave Freedom International about his plight.  He worried
that bringing up another assault would not only result in no action being
taken on his behalf, like the last time he reported on Timothy, and instead
get him branded as a slave complainer or troublemaker.  He sensed that
Mr. Jackson was already suspicious of him, and would be quick to take away
any privileges he currently enjoyed through the allowance of his father,
such as his computer and Internet access.

Robin invited Lucas to sit down with him on Lucas's bedroom couch.  When
they sat down together, Robin wanted to hug his brother and tell him he
loved him.  But he could not do that.  Even though he "owned" his brother,
he could not do that.  He did not want to `creep out' his brother.

But the truth was, Robin owned his older brother.  Owned Lucas as if Lucas
were a car.  He could do with it, Lucas, as he wanted.

Robin began quietly, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say, "Luke,
bro, I want you to know that I care very much about you, and want you to be
happy."

Lucas answered just as quietly, "That's what dad has been saying to me all
along, yet he went and took my life away: he had me enslaved for life."

Robin shook his head, "No, bro.  Slavery is hard when you are new to it,
but after awhile you will become..."

Lucas interrupted his younger brother, "How in the hell do you know that!
I've been chained down here for almost three months.  And it is getting
harder as each day passes, and I can't take any more!  If you cared about
me, you would be doing everything you can to get me out of here."

"Luke, don't raise your voice to me.  I did not enslave you.  I only know
what I am learning in my Senior Servitor Handler's class.  They tell me
that it gets easier on you lifers once you accept your status.  But I also
know that you are not going to be here forever.  You are coming home in a
year or two."

Lucas sneered, "Fuckin great!"

Robin was frustrated that Lucas was depressed and couldn't help raise his
spirits.  He tried, "Lucas, things are going to get better.  I am your
friend, believe me."

Robin paused a bit, bit his lip, and then continued, "I've scheduled an
appointment for us with my Senior Servitor Handler's class instructor,
Aldous Gregory Timmons.  It will help us."

Lucas wondered, "What will he do?"

"He will help us become better acquainted with each other, bro."

Lucas was even more curious, "Better acquainted?  What are you talking
about?"

Robin wanted to give a love pat to his brother, but did not do so because
the conversation was getting awkward, "He will help us get more comfortable
being around each other.  We need to connect with each other, Luke.  We
need to relax around each other."

Lucas, though not sensing what Robin was talking about, was nevertheless
moved by Robin's earnestness, and could sense his younger brother's unease.
For the first time since his enslavement, he felt genuine warmth towards
his younger brother.

Lucas nodded appreciatively, and finally Robin felt comfortable enough to
put his arm around his older brother.  They sat together, thusly, for
several minutes.

When Robin eventually realized that he needed to get back to work, he gave
his brother a squeeze, "Everything is going to be great, Lucas.  I am going
to make sure of that!"

***

Five hours later, after Lucas's chat with his younger brother, Lucas's
senior overseer, Bronte Jackson, entered Lucas's workstation.  He called
out, "Boy, get over here!"

Lucas went up to Mr. Jackson; Mr. Jackson grabbed Lucas by his banded balls
and led him into the shower room by his balls.

Mr. Jackson guided Lucas to the medicine cabinet, and then removed the
tracking bells from Lucas's tits, "Your brother wants these removed."

Lucas was elated.  His younger brother really did care about him.

Mr. Jackson took out two three-inch square bandages and pasted them onto
Lucas's nipples.

Next Mr. Jackson took out two strange looking tubes from his jacket pocket,
positioned them over Lucas's nipple bandages, and started to turn the top
half of each of the nipple devices.  As he turned the top half of the
devices, a suction was formed that drew up Lucas's nipples into the
tube-like devices.  Lucas let out a yelp at one point when his flesh was
pinched.

Mr. Jackson tried to calm him, "Take it easy, boy!  I'm just getting you
fitted with nipple trainers."

"What are you talking about?"

These two suction tubes will pull out your nipples and train them to be
nice and perky!"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Mr. Jackson continued turning the nipple screws until they achieved maximum
suction, "I'm not doing this to you.  This is what your brother ordered.
He wants you all "muscle-boy and perky-nippled".  These tubes, after two or
three months, will get your nipples all nicely perky and titty-like."

"This is crazy.  Call my brother!  Get them off, now!"

Mr. Jackson ignored Lucas's desperate tone, "Take it easy, boy.  This is
what your brother ordered.  He wants you nice and big-titted!  He wants you
super-nippled like those Italian fashion models."

Lucas did not know what or who to believe after yet another indignity had
been visited upon him.  He broke down weeping, "Please, Mr. Jackson, can
you tell me why my brother would be doing this to me?  He just told me,
earlier today, that he cared about me.  What is going on?"

Mr. Jackson paused, looked Lucas over, and decided he was not paid enough
in his job, as warehouse overseer, to have to be the one to break really
bad news to any slave under his watch.  He ignored Lucas's questions,
turned, and exited.

To be continued...


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