Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 05:57:47 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 17

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART SEVENTEEN

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The first thing Lucas saw every morning upon waking up was the cord that
was attached to his snout ring and which led up to the ceiling's tracking
system. It reminded him each morning, in dramatic fashion, that he was
indeed a slave.

And when he would stretch out his arms and legs, the next thing he would
notice every morning was that his morning erection was similarly ringed and
had a cord attached to it, though the cord from his penis ring ran to the
end of the bed and down to the floor.

And because the floor tracking system cord was taut, coiling and uncoiling
as needed, it gave a good tug to his penis. Thus his morning erection was
usually pulled and held in a position upright from his body.

All these things made Lucas wonder what kind of slave he was. He certainly
was not a standard domestic servant; since they were not kept nude and
tethered in the most humiliating fashion. Lucas knew that because he could
not get straight answers from his father or overseer on `what was going on'
with his indenturement, that he was some specialized class of slave. But he
could not find out what it was.

Being tethered to a tracking system by cords running from one's nose and
penis usually gives slaves a good reminder that they are not only being
treated as tethered animals, but are probably considered as such.

And on top of that, every morning Lucas would be made well aware of the
fact that he was considered an animal, a non-normal human, in a much more
fundamental way; his arm and shoulder harness was set in such a way that
his hands could get no closer than six inches to his sex unit.

On a day-to-day basis Lucas was additionally made well aware of his status
every time a co-worker had to enter into his workstation. Lucas, after
several months of enforced nudity, was used to, and usually unaware of, his
nude condition. But every time a coworker had to come into his workstation,
Lucas felt like a helpless, exposed, animal.

Even though Lucas's workstation was off limits to the majority of the
warehouse workers (at his father's orders), there were still about eight
individuals who needed regular access to the shipping department where
Lucas worked.

Most of these individuals were somewhat used to Lucas's nudity, but
whenever they came in and Lucas had an erection, it would make Lucas feel
even more like a zoo animal. And Lucas was erect quite often throughout the
workday since he had no ability to jack himself off on a regular basis.

Mr. Jackson, Lucas's chief on the job boss and overseer was used to seeing
Lucas erect. But this morning when he walked into Lucas's bedroom, and
Lucas was still on his bed with his giant erection sticking straight up,
pulled taut by the cord running to the floor, even Mr. Jackson felt like he
was intruding on Lucas's privacy.

He apologized, "I'm sorry, Lucas. I thought you were usually up by this
time."

Lucas was, for the most part, quite comfortable being nude and even erect
around Mr. Jackson, since he was, after all, his chief overseer. But being
naked and erect in bed gave the whole thing a feel of his privacy being
invaded.

But Mr. Jackson was savvy enough to handle the situation, giving off an air
of `of course it's okay for naked slaves to be erect in front of me', and
he sat on the bed. "Lucas, I stopped by this morning because I wanted you
to know that Peter Sterling will be taking over Timothy's duties until I
find someone to fill the position. Are you comfortable with him?"

"Yes, thank you Mr. Jackson. I like Peter. He is always very nice to
me. But aren't you going to save that position for Timothy if my father
decides to buy him after his training?"

"I can't wait that long. I need Peter for other things. And I'm not sure if
your father was serious about considering purchasing Timothy. I can tell
you that your dad doesn't think too much of Timothy for the things he did
to you."

"Really?"

Mr. Jackson was not surprised by Lucas's surprised reaction to the
revelation, since he knew that Lucas's father was keeping himself somewhat
removed from his enslaved son, and revealed very little to him. As an
overseer in Gabriel Thorne's employ, Bronte Jackson felt he needed to
follow Mr. Thorne's lead in dealing with Lucas and not reveal too much, "I
am pretty sure that is the way he feels. I know your father doesn't let you
in on much of what's going on, but he doesn't let me in on much,
either. And it isn't proper for me to share the things your father has said
to me in confidence. But I can tell you he was torn apart by those videos
of Timothy doing that stuff to you."

Peter Sterling entered Lucas's bedroom. Lucas's erection was still sticking
straight up. Peter apologized, "Oh! I am so sorry. I thought you would be
awake by now. Very sorry."

Peter started to leave but Mr. Jackson stopped him, "No, that's okay,
Peter. Come back in. I just told Lucas that you would be taking over
Timothy's position, and he was pleased to hear it."

Peter smiled, "I am too. That's what I came to tell Lucas. I like working
with you, Lucas." He looked at Lucas and smiled.

Lucas smiled in return. He thought it best to make no bones about his
hard-to-ignore erection, since Peter now had the right to regular access of
his workstation.

Lucas was beginning to learn that he was indeed a slave, and that some free
people had a right to be around him. He was trying to get over his constant
embarrassment at being seen naked by free people. Lucas tried to tell
himself that he could have no secrets from his overseer and chief
co-workers. Slaves get boners, and he was kept naked. So some people were
going to get to see him all big-bonered whether he liked it or not.

***

Timothy, along with six other freshly processed slave boys, was secured to
a cot in the County's Servitor Processing Medic Bay. The boys were all
naked and tied to the cots, but the temperature was kept comfortably high
for those recovering from their processing procedures.

Timothy, like the other six boys, was traumatized more by the fact that he
was now a slave, his life as he had known it had been taken away forever,
than he was by all of the things that the processors had done to his body;
most of his molars had been removed and replaced with a dental bit so that
he could be used for drayage service; he had giant rings through his nose,
ears, nipples, navel, and scrotum; he had ugly slave tattoos on his right
shoulder and right buttock; he had been branded on the left buttock; and
worst of all, his foreskin and been gathered and surgically stitched, and a
small barbell pin went through the tip of the foreskin, keeping it
permanently closed and preventing full erections.

A male nurse came and rubbed antiseptic lotion into all seven of the new
slave boy's cocks, as he urged them to try and avoid getting even the
slightest erection in the next few days; "We want you boys to heal nicely
so you can be valuable work assets for our state!"

Timothy, now a slave for slightly over 24 hours, spent most of the time he
was awake crying to himself, just like the six other naked slaves tied down
to their cots.

The male nurse returned an hour later with the new slave's lunches. He
untied each of the boy's right hands and gave them what looked like a giant
baby bottle with a big nipple. "This is what all of your meals will consist
of for the next three weeks. Even when you're released from this recovery
room in a few days we will continue with this special formula. It's
designed to not only give you all the nutrients you need, but it will also
help us to get all of you on the same shitting and pissing schedule. We
have so many slaves in training that we try to calibrate things so that all
of you boys shit and piss at the same times throughout the day. It's all
about efficiency; we try to minimize all interruptions to your training
schedule. We want you to be the best slaves that you can be."

One of the boys started to cry. The nurse asked what was wrong and the boy
asked, "Why did they do this to my wiener? What is this thing?"

The nurse answered as he exited the room, "Now, now, don't you boys go
worrying about that! It's just to help you young guys maintain focus on the
things that you need to focus on."

***

Lucas enjoyed his first workday with Peter Sterling more than he had any
other day since he had been enslaved. Not only was Peter polite and caring,
but also Lucas no longer had to worry about Timothy's temper tantrums.

At the end of the workday, Peter and Lucas chatted for a bit. Lucas offered
Peter some grapes, and Peter, pleased by the invitation, said he would be
happy to partake of some grapes with Lucas. Peter excused himself to get
something from his car, and came back with a bottle of wine for them to
share.

They opened the wine, sat at the table, drank wine, ate grapes, and talked
about the warehouse job.

At one point Lucas got up to wash off some more grapes. When Lucas brought
the grapes to the table, Peter noticed that Lucas was slightly erect. Peter
wanted to offer help, "Lucas, I know that they have you hobbled at the
arms. I just want you to know..."

Peter paused, then somewhat awkwardly began again, "Lucas, I don't much
approve of slavery. But if there is ever anything I can do for you, please
let me know."

"Thanks, Peter."

"Lucas, I don't just mean help you out with stuff you might need or want,
but with that!" Peter nodded towards Lucas's groin.

Lucas nodded appreciatively. Lucas and Peter smiled at each other as they
sipped their wine.

***

Robin opened his email. There was mail from Aldous Gregory Timmons. Robin
clicked the mail open and read:

Hi Robin,

This is just a reminder that this Saturday I am arriving at the warehouse
at 2 PM for our session with your brother. It should go well. Remember to
try and stay relaxed at all times. It's a very important thing we will be
working on, and I want you to gain valuable lessons from it.

Before we meet, I need some personal information from you. You need to
share with me everything that arouses you sexually. I want you tell me what
turns you on about men, what turns you on about Lucas, and what specific
things Lucas could do in your mind to make himself even hotter than he
already is. I want to know your sexual fantasies, the things you think
about as you jack yourself off.

I know that what I am asking for is terribly personal information, but you
need to remember that Lucas is, in a real sense, your wife. His chief duty
in life, now, is to serve you. That is why he was given to you. And if
there is some small thing Lucas can do that will enhance your experience,
then we need to get Lucas on board with your desires.

Because of the nature of this request you may not want to email your
response, but instead hand it to me in printout form at our next class.

Thank you,

Aldous

***

When Lucas woke up the following morning, he felt more content than he ever
had since being enslaved.  As he passed through his kitchen on his way to
his workstation, he noticed the empty bottle of wine and recalled the good
time he had with Peter Sterling the previous evening. It was the first
normal socializing he had done with a human being since being enslaved. And
Peter seemed like he could become a real friend.

He grabbed an apple and started to eat it before heading out to begin his
workday.

Mr. Jackson entered with Peter Sterling, and they both greeted
Lucas. Mr. Jackson spoke, "Lucas, I wanted to let you know that today you
and Peter would be working solely on the Boardman accounts, so you will
need to be aware that you need to use the special SPUP postal codes."

Lucas thanked Mr. Jackson and smiled at Peter. As Mr. Jackson was about to
exit he noticed the empty bottle of wine, "Where did this bottle come from?
Did you have wine, Lucas?"

"Yes sir."

"You know that you are strictly forbidden from partaking of alcoholic
beverages. I am very sorry that you did this."

Peter jumped in, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I brought the wine and invited
Lucas to join me. I had no idea he wasn't supposed to have wine."

Mr. Jackson raised his hand, "That's okay, Peter, you did nothing
wrong. You were unaware of Lucas's servitor restrictions. But Lucas knows
the policy!"

Lucas explained, "Mr. Jackson, sir, I know that I am not allowed to drink
on my own. But I didn't know what to do because Peter brought it. I was
unsure."

Mr. Jackson understood, "I see. But you should have called me and had that
clarified. I now have no choice but to give you a strapping. We need to
make sure that the off-limits policy on alcohol really gets through to
you."

Peter pleaded, "Oh Mr. Jackson, please, no. It was my fault."

"No Peter, it was not your fault. Lucas is a special category slave, and
his father, on the advice of the state servitor advisory board, wants to go
by the book on all servitor handling policies."

Mr. Jackson looked at Lucas, "It's punishment time for you,
Lucas. Twenty-four swats. Now do I need to secure you to the punishment
frame, or do you think you can take your punishment like a man slave, and
not be jumping all about like a little boy slave?"

Lucas felt like crying and did not respond. Mr. Jackson asked again, "Tell
me Lucas, are you going to be bucking and yipping like a puppy being potty
trained, or do you think you can just bend over and stay in place while I
do to you what I have to do?"

Lucas nodded that he could take his punishment without being tied to the
punishment frame. Mr. Jackson grabbed the prison strap and had Lucas lean
over a stool.

Peter, embarrassed by what was about to happen to Lucas, turned to
leave. Mr. Jackson stopped him, "That's all right, Peter, you can
stay. This won't take long."

With the first blow Peter flinched more than Lucas. Mr. Jackson noticed
Peter's unease and explained, "You'll get used to this, Peter."

"No I won't, Mr. Jackson. I just don't agree with treating a person like
this."

Mr. Jackson gave the second swat, Lucas moaned, and Mr. Jackson spoke some
more to Peter, "I think you need to realize that Lucas is not a person in
the usual sense. He is a special category of slave, as you may have
noticed. He is what's classified as a `drudge jument' servitor."

Mr. Jackson gave a very hard third swat, and the pain of it was lessened
somewhat by Lucas's paying very close attention to what Mr. Jackson was
saying.

"Such slaves used to be called, and still are quite frequently, such things
as `animal boys', `hog boys', `monkey boys', or `ponies'. The idea is that
they are considered and treated more as pack animals, beasts of burdens,
than as regular slaves. And if they are to be employed domestically, as
Mr. Thorne eventually intends to do with Lucas, then they are treated
rather like mascots or family pets."

Lucas did not feel the next three swats; he was absorbed by what
Mr. Jackson was telling Peter. As was the usual case, Lucas was finding out
more about his condition, how he was considered, and what was planned for
him, from what he overheard others saying rather than from what he was told
directly.

Lucas, as a `drudge jument servitor', apparently had no need to be informed
about his fate. Just like an animal, what would happen to him, what would
be done to him, would be whatever his owners and overseers wanted to have
happen.

Mr. Jackson gave two more blows, then paused and continued to clarify
things for Peter; "Drudge juments are usually, just like Lucas, kept naked
at all times. They usually are never allowed to masturbate so that they are
sporting erections most of the time. It's all part of emphasizing that they
are not to be considered like the rest of us. Keeping them naked helps
those who come in contact with them realize that they are not quite human
statused, and thus helps them to keep a certain distance."

"Owners typically treat drudge juments sort of like pets or mascots. It's
not demeaning and should not be thought of as demeaning treatment. It is
simply a special category. Such slaves are treated, usually, rather
special, just like the family dog. There is nothing wrong with that, it is
really nothing more than a recategorizing of a person's status."

Mr. Jackson paused in his explanation to deliver a few more blows of the
prison strap. Lucas yelped, was eager to hear more, and Mr. Jackson did not
disappoint; "One of the reasons drudge juments are usually kept naked is
that owners often do unusual things to their bodies and like to show them
off. Some of the more common things done to them is to have their foreskins
sliced to form a double flap; have their ears either notched or surgically
fixed so they stick out in a cute, Dumbo, kind of way; have their penises
docked so they have playful little stubs; and have them butt plugged with
various animal type tails."

"If they do allow them to wear clothes, it's usually in some kind of
costume, often outlandish; in revealing tights, dressed as bell boys or
janitors, dressed up in girl clothes, and so on. But mainly such slaves are
kept bare all the time so they can be on display."

"As you can see, Mr. Thorne and Robin have already started to modify
Lucas's body somewhat for display purposes. That's why they have him fitted
with nipple trainers."

Peter asked, "What are those for anyway? A lot of us have wondered what
those things are on Lucas's nipples."

Mr. Jackson gave his answer between swats, "Those were entirely Robin's
decision. Robin told his servitor advisor that he was into big nipples on
guys, so the advisor recommended these nipple trainers. They create those
elongated nipples you see on some male fashion models. Since Lucas is
basically going to be Robin's wife for the rest of his life, Robin decided
to give them a try."

Once the strapping was completed, Lucas, dazed and in pain, started to
sniffle. Mr. Jackson surprised Lucas by grabbing him and giving him a
genuinely affectionate hug, "I'm really proud of you, Lucas. You took your
punishment like a real man slave and not like a little boy slave. I can
tell that you are becoming a real slave, and I believe you are really
beginning to learn your lessons. Come on, Lucas; give Peter and me a big
smile!"

Lucas felt strange; the hug felt good, and he was proud that he was
complimented by Mr. Jackson. He smiled, and the smile was unforced.

What was especially strange to Lucas was that rather than being embarrassed
at having to be paddled in front of Peter Sterling, he was glad that Peter
could be there and hear Mr. Jackson's nice compliment on how well he took
his beating. And he didn't care that after his paddling he had a great big
beaming slave erection.

Mr. Jackson noted the erection, told Peter that erections were common after
punishment sessions, and asked Peter if he would be willing to lotion
Lucas's butt. Peter nodded, and Mr. Jackson gave him a tube of Paddlederm,
a special antiseptic lotion for the behinds of freshly punished slaves.

Mr. Jackson left, Peter threw an arm around Lucas's shoulders, and walked
him to his bed. Lucas reclined on the bed, and Peter squirted some lotion
on Lucas's butt and started to rub it in.

As he lotioned Lucas, Lucas turned slightly to his side, and Peter could
not help but notice his big-tipped erection. Mesmerized, Peter grasped
Lucas's erection with his fist, and kept rubbing his behind. Lucas slowly
began thrusting into Peter's fist.

It was quiet in the room except for heavy breathing from Lucas as he humped
Peter's fist. And when Lucas began to shoot his load of animal sperm, Peter
tightened his fist and kept lotioning the drudge jument's ass.

About a minute after the great cumming, Peter stopped rubbing Lucas's butt,
released the animal's cock from his grip, and kissed the beast gently and
affectionately on its shoulder.

Peter exited the bedroom without saying a word.

***

That evening, Lucas, confused, frustrated, and depressed over the things he
had learned, went on line to find support. He contacted his friend Chad,
from Servitor Freedom International. Lucas and Chad ended up chatting for
almost two hours, and Lucas did indeed find support and comfort in the
words of the counselor from Servitor Freedom International.

One bit of advice from Chad stuck in Lucas's memory, and he realized that
perhaps it was time to take Chad's advice: "Remember Lucas, if you continue
to live as you have been, hoping to be free, not accepting the way society
now looks at you, your life is going to be a living hell. However, if you
submit, accept subservience, and accept that your family and the world
wants to see you as their beloved mascot rather than as a beloved son and
brother, things will improve greatly. And if you succeed in finding the
truly subservient part of your nature, and are able to reach out and
actually grasp `that slave feeling', your life will become heaven on
earth."  __._,_




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