Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 05:58:41 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 12

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWELVE

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Five days after having been fitted with nipple trainers, Lucas had become
used to them and was unaware of their presence, until he would pass a
mirror and catch a glimpse of himself.  Then he would stare at himself,
transfixed, and wonder what had become of the person he once was, and be
forced to confront the fact that he was now, in fact, a lifer slave.  It
usually ended up with him falling into a bout of depression, with that
eventually being followed by a resolve to find a way to extricate himself
from his servitor status.  (Nipple trainers are tubes that are affixed to
the male breast and, through suction, draw out the nipples.  The prolonged
effect of the daily wearing of nipple trainers has the effect of elongating
the nipples.  They are used widely by models in the fashion industry.)

One such bout of depression was interrupted by the arrival of his Junior
Handler certificated cousin, Timothy, carrying a bottle of mineral oil.
Timothy called out, "Yo, slave!  Get your ass over here!"

Lucas cringed at being addressed in such a way by a 16-year old punk.
Timothy removed the nipple trainers, and the protective bandages that
covered Lucas's nipples.  When the bandages were removed, Timothy gave out
a whistle, "Wow, they really work!  A couple more weeks of wearing the
trainers and you'll have real girly nipples!"

Timothy admired Lucas's chest, "Your brother, Robin, wants you to have
nipples like a lady. He wants you all nippled up like a girl so he has some
nice girl tits to play with as he fucks you.  You're going to be your
younger brother's little bitch for life!"

Timothy poured some mineral oil in his hand and started rubbing the oil
into Lucas's chest.  He clearly was aroused as he massaged Lucas, and paid
special attention to oiling up Lucas's newly enlarged nipples.

Lucas asked why Timothy was oiling his chest.  "It's not just your chest
that I'm going to oil up.  I'm giving you a full-body oiling, including
your head.  And after that, I'm putting lipstick on you and coloring your
cheeks.  Robin's orders!"

"Why does Robin want this done to me?"

"He told me not to tell you.  Besides, it's no big deal.  I finally earned
my Junior Servitor Handler's permit, and in class I learned that lots of
slaves in various kinds of jobs have to work naked and all oiled up.  Just
like pigs!"

Timothy saved Lucas's genitals last for their oiling, and he was fully
erect by the time he began his work on them.  Timothy took his time oiling
up Lucas's balls and cock.

Lucas was about to break down in tears of frustration when the door to the
shower room opened and Mr. Jackson entered.  Mr. Jackson saw what was going
on and shouted at Timothy, "What in the hell are you doing?"

Timothy, startled and embarrassed, immediately jumped out of his arousal
mode, "Mr. Jackson, Robin asked me to oil up Lucas.  He also wants me to
put lipstick on him and rouge his cheeks."

Mr. Jackson asked why, "Because Robin is having some of his friends drop by
later this morning and he wants to show off his new slave."

Mr. Jackson was losing patience with Timothy, who he suspected enjoyed
lording it over the slave, "Listen to me, Timothy.  Let me warn you.  There
is a fine line between merely tending to slaves and abuse.  Your position
is not unlike a hospital aid worker.  You do get to tend to people in some
intimate ways, but that does not give you a right to cross over that line!"

Timothy was eager to defend himself, "Mr. Jackson, Robin specifically asked
me to make sure that Lucas's tits, cock, and balls, were especially well
oiled.  He wanted them real shiny and highlighted.  You can ask him, sir!"

Mr. Jackson was annoyed with Timothy, "Well alright, but don't take much
longer on this.  Both of you need to get back to work!"

Once Mr. Jackson was out of the room, Timothy sneered, "Jackson is such
fuckin asshole!  I'm going to report him to your dad!  He has no right
using such a tone of voice with me.  I'm now an overseer too!"

Timothy, his cock deflated, washed off his hands and left the room.

***

On his lunch break, Lucas sought refuge in his bedroom.  At one point
during his workday, just about one hour previous, he looked up to the
viewing area, where guests and overseers can view the work area, and he saw
Robin and two of his friends chatting and watching him.  He figured Robin's
two guests were probably gay, like Robin, and somehow that made it extra
hard on him.  And he found it especially painful that Robin's two guests
were freely taking pics of him with their cell phones throughout their
conversation with Robin.

It was profoundly humiliating to Lucas, but he was able to get it off his
mind for the present because he was eager to check his email.  And he was
excited when he opened his mail, for there was, indeed, a response from
Servitor Freedom International, whom he had contacted for help regarding
his indenturement.

He clicked on the message:

"Mr. Lucas Thorne,

We regret to inform you that Servitor Freedom International is unable to
deploy available resources, both legal and physical, on your behalf at this
time.  As you are, no doubt, aware, your state has some of the most
stringent pro-indenturement laws in your country.  It is a sad fact that
multiple misdemeanor offenses, even petty charges, can and do result in
sentences of indenturement in your state."

"Regarding your request for a rescue option, it is something we cannot
offer at this time with our limited resources.  Your service environment
cannot currently be classified as either extreme or abusive.  Since we must
prioritize our resources, we therefore cannot send in rescue forces, given
that there are so many others in much greater graver situations than your
own throughout the world.  You currently enjoy safe and sanitary shelter;
no limit on your food and its quality; you have full access to emergency
police, fire, and medical care; and your work day is within humane
guidelines, being never more than 9 hours per day.  The disciplinary
session you received from your chief overseer, Bronte Jackson, was
reasonable for the given offense."

"Regarding your allegations of rape and torture at the hands of a Junior
Handler, that is something for which we urge you to contact your local
police.  If it happens, as you fear, that by registering a complaint of
abuse, you will get into trouble with your owner and overseers, that is
something you will have to risk.  If that does indeed happen, then please
contact us again, and if we review your treatment as abusive and beyond the
legal allowance, we will do all we can to intervene."

"One thing we would seriously urge you to consider doing is going online
and having a chat with one of our Servitor International counselors.  Our
counselors have some pretty amazing tools and techniques at their disposal
to help offer you a better, happier, life as a servitor.  Please follow the
directions below to get to our chat line.  We have provided passwords for
your easy access.  Please do not miss out on the opportunities for the help
which we offer!"

Lucas closed his email and went back to work, doubly depressed.  Not only
could Servitor International offer no assistance, but with Robin's friends
having snapped probably hundreds of shots of him, there was no guarantee
that such pictures of him would not get into the public domain; pictures of
him naked, rigged up to a floor and trolley tracking system by his nose and
cock rings, ear-belled and tagged, ball-banded, fitted with nipple
trainers, hobbled, and fully body oiled, along with painted lips and
cheeks.

That evening, after showering and eating, Lucas sought refuge in pursuing
Servitor Freedom International's suggestion that he chat with one of their
counselors.

He logged into their website, and entered the passwords provided in his
email from Servitor Freedom International.  Soon enough he was pulled into
chat by a counselor named Chad.

Chad – Hi Lucas.  Thank you for coming to chat.  My name is Chad
DeMostropoulous.  You may have made one of the greatest decisions in your
life by coming here tonight to chat with me.

Lucas – Hello Chad.

Chad – Lucas, I am a certified Servitor Counselor.  I have been with
Servitor Freedom International for eleven years.  I am currently stationed
in Switzerland.  I think that what I have to tell you could change your
life.

Lucas – I am curious.

Chad – I know your story.  How one minute you were a normal kid, and the
next moment you basically find that your life has been taken away from you.
It's pretty awful.

Lucas – I know.  I can't stand it anymore.  All I do is cry.  I spend
all my time crying.

Chad – That is why it is soooo important that you stay on line and
seriously listen to what I have to tell you.  It works for most people if
only they will have the courage to try some of the things that I am about
to suggest.

Lucas – Okay, I'm ready to try anything.

Chad – Lucas, it is very important that you be very honest with yourself
and me here.  Very important.  I want you to think for a moment, and tell
me what was the single most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you.
Something that was so embarrassing that you wanted to jump in a hole and
bury yourself.  Perhaps it's something so embarrassing that it's too
painful for you to recall it.

Lucas – No, that's easy.  I will never forget it.  I wish I could get it
out of my mind.

Chad – So tell me what it was.

Lucas – I was twelve years old, in my bedroom.  I was naked and had
surrounded myself with all kinds of pictures of naked guys I had printed
out from the Internet.  I was sprawled out on the floor jacking off and
moaning like an animal when my mother entered the room.  She saw me jacking
away, and surrounded by all those homo pictures.

Chad – Yeah, that's an awful one.  But that is also a common one.
Something similar actually happened to me!  :)

Lucas – But it still pains me.

Chad – Believe me, I know how that it is...  Next, Lucas, I would like
you to tell me the second most embarrassing thing that ever happened to
you.  Again, please be totally honest.

Lucas – That's easy as well.  It happened today.  My brother had me
oiled up, and my lips and cheeks painted, and he brought some of his
friends into the viewing area and they were gawking and taking pictures of
me.  Pictures of me while I was all naked, oiled, and rigged up to this
goddamn trolley system!

Chad – Okay, good.  Now Lucas, I am going to tell you something VERY
important that you need to do.  You need to try what I am about to tell
you.  It may be distasteful to you at first, but it could very well affect
your happiness for the rest of your life.  It could very well be painful
for you to even stay with me and hear all that I am about to tell you, but
you must stay with me on this.  Will you promise me that you will at least
give this a try?

Lucas started typing his reply when suddenly the door to his bedroom
opened, and Timothy entered.  Lucas immediately hit the shut down key to
his computer and stood up.  "What are you doing here?"

Timothy smiled, "Don't talk to an overseer with that tone of voice, slave!
I'm here to sex you up!  Just gonna have a little fun with my little
slaveboy, that's all."

Timothy went up to Lucas and sensuously grabbed him by his banded balls,
"How are these stones hangin, slave?  Come along with me now.  I'm taking
you into the fucking room.  I'm gonna fuck your ass silly and play with
your girl tits.  You're going to be my little bitch boy for the night.
Come along, Missy."

Timothy led Lucas by his balls to the punishment frame, and with his other
hand he rubbed his crotch as he led Lucas.

As Timothy secured Lucas to the frame by ankle and wrist cuffs, he leered;
"Oh yeah, baby!  You're going to be my `one and only' for tonight!  You
ready to receive my man-dick up your girly-cunt ass?"

As Timothy cranked the frame so that the top portion of the frame tilted
and bent Lucas over into a fucking position, Timothy's `man dick' erected
to its full four and a half inch teen glory.

Timothy, drooling at the sight of Lucas's 20-year old bubble-butt ass held
up nice and high, began rubbing Lucas's ass and thighs with both hands.

He was about to unzip his trousers and unleash his monster teen cock when
suddenly he heard the large warehouse door to the adjoining room screech
open.  Timothy dropped everything and dashed for the nearest exit, swearing
as he ran, "Jeesusfuckingawdamnnchrist!"



To be continued...


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