Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 08:53:55 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 24

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWENTY-FOUR

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Robin and his friends, Jay and Conner, were, as they often did, sitting on
the floor of Robin's bedroom, drinking wine, and playing their favorite
game of footsie. The three 16-year olds had no trouble having fun in a room
cluttered with remodeling and construction equipment.

Conner wondered, "Robin, where or how do you always manage to get wine? Do
you have a fake ID?"

Robin shook his head to dismiss the question, "I don't want to talk about
that?"

Jay and Conner looked at each other with mock suspicious wide-eyed
expressions.

Changing the subject while looking about the room, Jay asked, "What's all
the construction going on in here and throughout your house?"

"Just a few changes needed to be made. Lucas is coming back home in a
couple of weeks." Robin sipped his wine.

Jay looked about, "Well, it looks like you're doing more than just painting
Lucas's bedroom!"

Conner did a sly smile, "Wait, isn't THIS room going to be Lucas's bedroom?
After all, Lucas is now your wifey!"

Robin shook his head amused. Conner added, "You lucky fuck!"

Jay kept looking about, wondering, "So what is all this stuff? What's going
on here Robin? It looks like a part of every room is torn up, and they're
adding closets or something out in the hallway. And what is that big mess
in your bathroom?"

Robin found the questions unexpected, and he wasn't fully prepared to
answer them, "Guys, it's just stuff that needs to be done. In case you
don't know it, slaves require a lot of maintenance. There are laws about
how they need to be housed. Think of all the things you would have to do
if, say, you wanted to raise...," Robin searched for a word, "llamas."

Everyone laughed.

Robin continued, "No, I mean it. You just can't have a bunch of llamas
running around in your yard. You have to have special shelter; large
supplies of food, special equipment, special harnesses, any items that
might be needed in more extreme situations, state approved dietary
schedules, pre-approved access to servitor medical care, sanitation
facilities, servitor stables, recreation pastures. It's a lot of work."

Jay put his foot to Robin's crotch, "So is that all Lucas is to you, a
llama?"

"Don't be silly. I love him more than anything."

Conner turned lascivious, "I bet you do! I don't know Lucas very well, but
I can tell you that I am in love with him just by looking at him!" Conner
stuck his tongue out and wagged it.

Jay chided Conner, "Don't do that, tongues turn me on!"

Conner stuck his tongue out even more. Jay stuck out his tongue in return,
and waggled it as wildly as he could, as his foot continued touching
Robin's crotch.

Robin, turned on by the tonguing action, stuck his tongue out, leaned
forward, and all three boys put their faces together and licked each
other's tongues.

Their wild tonguing and licking continued as the three young homos removed
all of their clothing.

Once they were all totally bare, Robin, Jay, and Connor quickly got into
their favorite position, a sucking chain; Jay sucked Robin, Robin sucked
Conner, and Conner sucked Jay. And the thought that propelled their orgy
was, once again, the beautiful pack-animal, half man/half llama, Lucas.


***


Gabriel Thorne, Lucas's and Robin's father, gathered his brother,
Hildebrand, Robin, and Mr. Jackson, in Lucas's work area to announce that
Timothy had just arrived at the warehouse to begin his service as
Mr. Thorne's new warehouse slave.

In the weeks leading up to Timothy's arrival as a servitor at the
warehouse, Lucas had often wondered what he would be like after his
intensive training. When Timothy was eventually led into the warehouse
shipping room, accompanied by two officers from the Social Services Agency,
Lucas was surprised at what he saw; Timothy was looking fresh and healthy;
his head had obviously been shaved at one point, but now his hair was being
allowed to grow back; he was wearing grey and green slave slacks and shirt,
and high quality matching sandals. He wore a collar, but it was thin and
sleek like many modern collars, and almost looked like a piece of jewelry.

Standing in the presence of Timothy only highlighted Lucas's lowlier slave
status. Lucas was older than the 16-year old Timothy, yet Lucas was kept
naked, like an animal. He had to keep his head and body shaved at Robin's
orders. And if being kept naked and bald were not bad enough for an almost
21-year old male, Lucas's balls were banded like some farm animals; and
cords running from his large nose and penis rings kept him attached to a
trolley system on the ceiling, and a track system on the floor of the
warehouse. The track and trolley system kept Lucas's movement limited to
only the parts of the warehouse that his father and brother allowed him to
go. Like some indoor family pet, Lucas was only allowed access to a few
rooms allowed by his owners.

In addition, Lucas was fitted with a state of the art servo-mechanical arm
and shoulder harness that prevented him from touching his genitals.

In Lucas's eyes, Timothy appeared as almost a free boy compared to himself.

Gabriel spoke, "Welcome to the warehouse, Timothy. You're looking very
good. Mr. Jackson, here, he is your boss, and he and Robin will be your
chief overseers in the warehouse. Lucas will be instructing you in all of
your duties here in the shipping department, showing you the ropes, and
once he has you trained you will be taking over his job as head of the
shipping department. We estimate the training will take about two weeks to
get you fully up to speed. Then once you are ready to take over, Lucas will
be moving back home with Robin and me."

"But in the meantime, you will be living here with Lucas in his
quarters. When we spoke over the last several days, I was quite convinced
that you are now a changed person, and so there should be no problems with
you two slaves sharing quarters. That will require, however, that you two
share the same bed, but it is a very large bed so you two should be
comfortable."

Lucas shifted nervously.

Timothy spoke, "Uncle Gabriel, sir, thank you, sir. Uncle Gabriel, sir, may
I please say something, sir?"

Gabriel nodded.

"I want to thank you, Uncle Gabriel, for purchasing me, sir, and allowing
me the privilege of serving among my own family and relatives. And I want
to apologize to everyone, especially to Lucas, for the horrible crimes I
have committed. I am truly sorry, sirs."

Timothy looked sincerely at Lucas, "And to you, Brother Lucas, it is my
greatest wish that you will accept my apology. I cannot begin to tell you
how sorry I am for what I did to you."

"And I want you to know, Brother Lucas, that I feel that I am not worthy to
sleep on the same bed with you, so I insist that I be allowed to sleep on
the floor while you are here."

There was silence in the room as everyone pondered the new Timothy. It was
certainly a sincere sounding apology, even Lucas thought so, and everyone
in the room hoped it was sincere. Lucas spoke, "Timothy, you do not have to
sleep on the floor."

Timothy nodded his head, "Thank you, Brother Lucas. In training we were
taught that servitors should address each other as `brother'. I address you
as `brother', but I also feel as though we truly are brothers."

Timothy looked at his father, then Gabriel, "Uncle Gabriel, sir, I also
want to thank you for following up on the request I made to my father, that
you allow me to have my infibulation ring removed. Last week I asked my
father if he would ask you if it could be removed, and then today before I
was transported here I was taken into the medic bay and the ring was
removed. I was so surprised and pleased that I almost started crying as my
ring was removed. Thank you so much, Uncle Gabriel, sir."

Gabriel smiled, "You're welcome, Timothy. I saw no reason why we should
keep you infibulated. After all, you're a growing boy!"

Everyone in the room smiled, except Lucas. Once again the situation seemed
unfair to him. Timothy was being allowed privileges that he was not. Lucas
felt like a dumb beast of burden amidst the human beings in the room.

Once the introductions were over, Timothy was asked to accompany his uncle
and father into Gabriel's office so that all of the paper work could be
finalized.

No sooner had Timothy exited Lucas's workstation than Peter Sterling
entered pushing a flat bed cart loaded with boxes, a large computer, and
sports equipment, "Hi Lucas. Your dad asked me to bring Timothy's things
in. Where do you want me to put them?"

Lucas was surprised at all of the personal belongings Timothy was allowed
to bring, and he had to think first before answering, "I suppose in the
bedroom would be good."

Peter wondered, "Okay, but there's a lot more, about four more cart loads
of boxes. Do you think there will be enough room in there?"

Lucas only nodded. For some reason the privileges Timothy was allowed were
beginning to make him feel lowlier than he had ever felt before. He went to
the kitchen sink to get a drink of water, but paused as he fought back
tears of feeling worthless, helpless, and humiliated.

Peter Sterling's innocent cheer did not help Lucas, "I think it will be
good for you to have someone here with you. I must say, Timothy seems like
a totally changed kid. I think it will work out for the both of you!"

When Timothy finally did return to Lucas's work station, about half an hour
later, his good cheer did seem to have a positive effect on Lucas, for it
helped to dissolve any lingering fear Lucas had of being around Timothy.

As Lucas began explaining the day-to-day procedures of the shipping
department, he was struck by how intently Timothy was listening, asking
relevant questions, and showing off an engaging and relaxed smile that
Lucas had never before seen in Timothy.

Timothy seemed like a different person to Lucas, and Lucas's spirits were
considerably buoyed by being around him; until moments later when his
father and Mr. Jackson suddenly entered the workstation accompanied by a
woman in a lab coat and a special officer from the county Social Services
Agency. The agent carried two large cases.

Lucas's father spoke, "Lucas, Social Services is currently doing random
evaluations on drudge juments. So these two agents just want to have a
quick look at you."

The male agent, in his mid 30's, was dressed in a suit that was unique; it
resembled a typical dark blue business suit, except that the slacks had one
two-inch wide black stripe going down the side of each leg.

The male agent began opening one case, and it was a unique gadget that
opened up and unfolded into an almost eight foot high, lightweight frame,
with cuffs and cinches attached. As he did so, he explained, "Since most
Social Service Agencies had to cut back, we no longer have a regular full
time drudge jument department. So the feds ordered all agencies that had to
cut back to organize regular spot checks on all registered drudge juments
in their jurisdiction. This should just take a few minutes."

The agent had Lucas step into the examination frame and attached his wrists
to an overhead crossbar with attached wrist cuffs. Once his wrists were
cuffed overhead, he spread Lucas's legs and attached each ankle to cuffs at
the side of the examination frame. Once Lucas was cuffed by ankles and
wrists, he turned a handle that began to raise the overhead cross bar. He
kept raising Lucas's arms until Lucas had to stand on tiptoes with his legs
spread wide.

The agent explained, "I have to get your body taut so Dr. Phelps, here, can
do an accurate assessment of such things as your body mass, fat, and
musculature."

The female agent got to work immediately checking out every inch of Lucas's
flesh, while the male agent wrote his observations into a notebook.

Lucas was once again reminded in a dramatic fashion that he was no longer
considered a normal human being. They had him strung up like an animal for
the slaughter. An intense feeling of shame and defeat rose up in Lucas, and
it was highlighted when he happened to notice Timothy innocently watching
the examination from a distance.

As the physician examined Lucas's cock, it got hard. She asked, "How often
do you have sex or masturbate?"

Lucas didn't answer, so his father did; "I don't think he is currently
having sex, and he is hobbled so he can't masturbate."

The physician nodded as she squeezed Lucas's cock head to examine his piss
slit.

Lucas was not only strung up like an animal for the slaughter, but he was
now rapidly growing erect in front of everyone as the physician examined
his genitals. Lucas was now erect in front of everyone, just the way big
dumb farm animals always get erect in front of everyone.

Lucas was about to break down in tears of total despair, when he felt
something strange that took his thoughts away from despair. It was a
fleeting sensation, but it was new, strange, and powerful. It was almost as
if his body could bear no more shame and humiliation, and was asking Lucas
to take delight in being the lowest of the low. It no longer made any
difference that a strange female was manipulating his genitals. But the
feeling was nothing like sex, it was bigger, it was grander. It felt like a
momentary surrender into ecstasy.

Unfortunately the feeling, whatever it was, vanished almost instantly as
Lucas heard the male agent talking to his father, "You have yourself one
prime piece of meat here in this jument!"

The physician concurred, "There should be no limit on what you can do with
this one! He obviously is still not in full acceptance mode, but that
should be coming as long as you continue to follow standard drudge jument
handling guidelines."

The examination was indeed over quickly; the agents folded up their exam
frame, and were escorted out by Mr. Thorne.

Mr. Jackson asked the slaves if everything was okay, and when he found out
there were no problems, he left them alone so Lucas could continue the
Timothy's orientation process.

Lucas only wanted to crawl in a hole and escape his existence. He made his
way to the sink, and started to pour himself some water.

He was caught off guard when Timothy came up to him, "Wow, Lucas. Are you
ever lucky!"

"Lucky? I'm lucky?"

"Yeah. You're a `drudge jument'. I sure wish I could be!"

Lucas only had a look of wonder on his face, so Timothy explained, "One of
the things we were taught in training was to understand that the majority
of the people in the world would give almost anything to own a slave. So we
are special. Everyone wants to own one of us. But `drudge juments', like
you, are the most rarified, the most unique, and the most expensive of any
slaves in the world. The entire world dreams of owning a slave in your
category."

"That's why you get such special care and treatment; regular exams, spot
checks from special agents, special rigging. I would have given anything to
be the center of attention the way you were just now, secured in that
frame, and exposed for free people who care about you."

"You envied me, Timothy?"

Timothy was wide-eyed sincere, "Totally, dude!"

Lucas squinted his eyes as if trying to see clearly, "You consider my being
rigged up and leashed by my nose and dick privileged treatment?"

Timothy was quite surprised that Lucas did not view his status as special,
"This track and trolley system in the warehouse probably cost your dad
about $80,000 to have it installed. That is special treatment in my mind. I
sure wish I could be hooked up to it, on full-time naked display!"

"Timothy, are you serious?"

"I sure am, Brother Lucas! The way the agents had you splayed out so they
could see every detail of your body. That is special attention. People
looking at you and treating you so special! That's what free people like to
do, take delight in owning slaves and showing them off. It's all good. And
it feels good being on display for the people who are happy to own
you. It's especially good once you accept it totally!"

Timothy, by saying things Lucas had never before imagined, helped Lucas,
once again, to take his mind off thoughts of depression.

And once Lucas resumed showing Timothy his warehouse duties, the two slaves
grew gradually even more comfortable together. And by the time the two
slaves decided to make a fancy meal for themselves, Lucas realized he was
having genuine fun with his younger cousin.

Lucas could not get over the fact that Timothy seemed completely and
sincerely happy with his lot as a warehouse slave. Over their evening meal
Lucas asked Timothy why he appeared to be so content. Timothy was eager to
explain; "I have learned so much about myself and life from my servitor
training. It was hard, unbearably hard at first, and life seemed so
unfair. But eventually all of the pieces of my life, what happened to me,
how I was being treated, what I was learning and feeling, all began to make
sense to me."

"The four months I spent in intensive servitor training were like hell at
first. We new slaves were whipped, strapped, and spanked constantly. We
were called names and humiliated. My chief overseer, Marius Michalski used
to call all of us `stupid losers' while he spanked us. And as he spanked us
he would tell us to just accept what, who, and where we were and that if we
did accept our lot we would start to not only feel better, but would
eventually be happier than we ever had before."

"The first months there, all of us new slaves would cry ourselves to sleep
almost every night. They were forcing us to accept our servitude. One day
as Mr. Michalski was spanking me, and I was kicking and screaming, he said,
"You know why I call you a `stupid loser'? Because as a free boy that's
what you are. But you know what? As a slave you are a winner. An absolute
ace! Just accept that fact and you will be on top of the world!"

"I began to see that a slave, by serving in love, serves all of
humanity. What could be nobler than to give your life in service to others?
By serving sincerely we help make the world a better place."

"Once I accepted that I was a slave I began to feel so special, as I never
had before. But I learned even more than that in training; I learned
humility, for I have come to see that a slave is not a special kind of
person; only the kind of person that all men ought to be."

Lucas was silent, both impressed by Timothy's fervor and sincerity, and
feeling guilty of his own skepticism; they really had little Timothy
brainwashed.

The two slaves not only enjoyed their meal, they enjoyed cleaning up
afterwards, and talking about their younger days they shared together as
free boys.

When it came time for bed, Timothy was still insistent that he would sleep
on the floor. It took Lucas the physical effort of pulling Timothy up off
the floor to convince him that he did not want him sleeping on the floor.

Lucas had a smile in his heart as he and Timothy bedded down on his
bed. But only moments later he heard Timothy let out a sob, and asked him
what was wrong.

"Brother Lucas, I think this is the happiest moment in my life, to be here
with you and to know that you like me and forgive me for the awful things
that I did to you."

Once Timothy spoke the words he began to cry. Lucas knew they were tears of
joyful release and reached out an arm to offer a comforting
embrace. Timothy in return put an arm around Lucas.

Lucas whispered affectionately, "Brother Timothy, it's nice to have you
here."

Being called `brother' by Lucas was a thrilling moment for Timothy, and his
almost 5-inch `monster' cock began to erect.

Lucas felt Timothy's penis tip brush against his belly, and he also began
to erect. But for some reason Lucas was happy, at last, to be erecting in
the presence of another male.

In the past Lucas would have felt erecting in the presence of another male,
especially a relative, would have been a seriously perverse thing to do,
but now he no longer cared. If a `normal' life was being denied to him,
Lucas wondered why he should care anymore about things he once considered
to be proper. Why should he try to maintain an image for a world that was
no longer his? All of his former friends and acquaintances were out of his
life. And those who were still in his life considered him to be something
of a non-human, an object, more like a pet than a family member.

Lucas's thoughts were interrupted by the hand of Timothy gently grasping
his banded balls. Timothy whispered, "Lucas, forgive me. Tell me if you
want me to stop."

Lucas said nothing, but thought, "If the world was treating him like an
animal, then fuck tradition and fuck things that free people regard as
proper."

Lucas responded to Timothy's request by reaching out his hand and grasping
Timothy's penis. What Lucas was doing felt perverse, yet it also felt
strangely delicious to him; naughty, dark, and forbidden.

As Timothy gently stroked the shaft of Lucas's heavenly-huge penis, and as
Lucas fingered Timothy's shaft, their heads moved closer together. The
slaves' lips met and stayed pressed closed together. Finally Timothy kissed
the lips of his idol slave, sucking in as much as he could of the jument's
breath and tongue. Lucas returned the kiss, a kiss that to him was both
forbidden and delicious.

The common slave and drudge jument kissed each other long and hard. For the
common slave the kiss climaxed a night of the purest and highest ecstasy;
for the drudge jument the kiss delivered a calming assurance that the
`something better' that he had so long hoped for might eventually appear.



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