Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 22:41:27 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 28

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWENTYEIGHT

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For the outing to the courthouse, Robin brought a set of Lucas's dress
clothing. It was the first time Lucas was allowed to get dressed since he
was emplaced at the warehouse.

During the drive out to the courthouse, `Smudge' Hawkins, Gabriel Thorne's
faithful legal advisor, counseled Robin, "Remember the purpose of this
hearing is simply to get a comment from you that you did not give any cash
to Mr. Franks. That way the court will be cleared to handle the case
regarding Mr. Franks in any way they choose."

Robin asked, "What will happen to Mr. Franks if I say that I didn't give
him any money."

"He would then probably be found guilty of the burglaries. He will probably
get some jail time, possibly for a rather lengthy term. But it's a good
thing to get a few convictions on the records of the homeless. That way
communities are better able to control the homeless population."

Robin was dismayed to find out that Mr. Franks would be doing jail time if
he lied to the judge and said that he did not give him any money.

Lucas, seated next to Robin in the back seat of their father's car, could
see that Robin was not himself. He sensed that Robin was guilty of
something.

For Lucas, the idea of Robin possibly being in trouble with the law was
intriguing. Lucas was not by nature a vindictive person. He both liked and
disliked Robin. Lucas knew that Robin was not responsible for his
enslavement, but nevertheless he was not always happy with the way Robin
treated him.

But seeing how forlorn and worried his younger brother appeared, affected
Lucas, and he gave Robin a love pat and a smile as they drove to the
courthouse.

At the courthouse Mr. Thorne, his sons, and Mr. Hawkins, were summoned on
schedule into the hearing chamber of Judge Adam Cordova.

The question from Judge Cordova was immediate and direct, "Robin Thorne, on
the evening of June 4 Edward Franks was detained for questioning on
suspicion of burglary. He stated that he did not commit any of the
burglaries for which he was suspected, and that the $450 he had on his
person was in fact given to him by you earlier that evening at 6 PM."

Robin was sweating, "Judge Cordova, I don't remember. I often give money to
street people."

Judge Cordova was now suspicious of Robin, "When one gives money to the
needy on the street, one usually doesn't give amounts in the area of
$450. Mr. Franks has stated that you gave him the money as payment for
purchasing alcohol, usually wine, for you. And he has also stated that you
have paid him for such services on three previous occasions. He said that
you usually don't give him cash every time he purchases alcohol for you,
but that you usually surprise him with a large pile of cash after he has
purchased alcohol for you several times."

Robin was afraid and embarrassed, and began to stammer an answer. Smudge
Hawkins stopped Robin immediately and whispered to Robin and his father,
"Robin, be careful. If you did in fact pay an adult to purchase alcohol for
you that is a misdemeanor in this state. It would be a bad mark on your
record, and it could carry a stiff penalty."

There was silence as Robin's father stared at him intently, and Robin
stifled a need to cry.

Judge Cordova wanted to get things over with quickly, "Mr. Thorne, would
you please answer the question. Did you give Mr. Franks $450 as a reward
for the times he purchased alcohol for you at your request?"

Robin collected himself, and spoke, "Yes, Judge Cordova. I gave Mr. Franks
the $450."

Edward Franks, moved by Robin's honesty, started to shed some tears.

Judge Cordova was also moved. "Mr. Gabriel Thorne, I understand the man
standing next to Robin is your indentured son, Lucas, who is owned by
Robin. May I question him?"

"You may, your honor."

"Lucas Thorne, how are you today?"

"I am okay, Judge Cordova."

"Lucas, would you please tell me what kind of owner your brother is... Does
he treat you fairly?"

Lucas didn't understand the reason for the question, but answered, "Yes."

"Has Robin ever subjected you to any treatment that was inhumane or
degrading merely for sport?"

"I often feel degraded being the kind of servant I am, but Robin has never
treated me in such a way."

The judge nodded, quickly reviewed the report on his desk, and spoke,
"Robin Thorne, it is a misdemeanor for a minor to pay an adult to purchase
alcohol; and Edward Franks, it is a felony for an adult to purchase alcohol
for a minor. However, I am dismissing the charges for both of you, but
noting the offenses in your respective records, and issuing a warning to
both of you."

"Edward Franks, you have been through enough with the charges of burglary,
and I see in your record that you have enrolled yourself in the St. Simon
`New Day' self help program. I wish you good luck in that endeavor, and
warn you that the next time you are brought in for such a charge, the
consequences for you will be serious."

Mr. Franks nodded his understanding.

The judge continued without pausing, "Robin Thorne, you displayed admirable
courage in your honesty in this situation. Along with your brother's good
comments on your character, the fact that Mr. Franks is currently homeless
argues all the more compellingly on your behalf for dismissal of the
charges against you. From now on, remember that just being a minor in
possession of alcohol is a criminal offense. So you are on warning, and I
am ordering you to enter an alcohol awareness program."

The drive home from the courthouse was quiet and subdued. Once Gabriel
dropped Smudge off at his home, the drive was even quieter.

Once they arrived at the warehouse, Mr. Thorne gave orders, "Robin, get
Lucas stripped and hook him up to the track and trolley rails. Then you get
your pants and undies off and bend over Lucas's punishment frame. And
Lucas, once he's on the frame I want you to cuff his ankles and wrists
down. Robin is getting a whumping he won't soon forget!"  Robin, feeling
like a little kid, lost all control and started bawling, "No, Dad, please!
Don't spank me. Please Dad. I'm so sorry! Please, no Dad! Don't do this!"

"Robin, believe me when I tell you that I consider your behavior today
before the judge to have been not only admirable, but heroic. In fact, I'm
prouder of you now than I have ever been before. You told the truth when
you knew it could possibly have gotten you indentured for several months."

"But I do intend, now, to address the issue of your alcohol consumption, of
your deceit, the waste, the damage you did to yourself, the trouble you
could have gotten yourself into while inebriated."

As Mr. Thorne turned to get the prison strap, he repeated his orders,
"Robin, get Lucas stripped and hooked up, and then get your pants off and
lay over the punishment frame!"

Robin looked miserable as he watched Lucas undress himself. As Robin hooked
Lucas's nose and penis rings to the trolley and track cords, Lucas felt for
his younger brother. He suddenly liked him a lot more than he ever had
before, for the way he was honest in defense of a homeless man. Honest when
he knew the consequences of honesty could have been very bad for him.

Timothy, working in the area, overheard the conversation, but did not stop
work to gawk at the situation.

Robin walked to the frame, and first undressed once he was at the frame,
keeping his backside to Lucas and Timothy.

Lucas cuffed Robin down as ordered.

Mr. Thorne returned shortly with the large prison strap and got immediately
down to business. Robin was screaming out loud after the second of
Mr. Thorne's quite ferocious blows.

Robin's ass reddened quickly, as his yells increased in intensity. His nose
was seriously running as he writhed on the punishment frame. The strap
marks were turning raw, and when parts of Robin's ass looked in danger of
bleeding, Mr. Thorne carefully directed his blows to other parts of Robin's
rump.

Timothy watched Robin's strapping from the sidelines. He watched the
beating with the eyes of a slave. Beatings were a part of a slave's life,
and he admired the fairness of the Social Services system, where
fair-minded overseers beat their errant free sons, even if that son
happened to be a certified slave owner and handler.

Timothy's penis tingled with a delightful glow, not because Timothy enjoyed
seeing Robin being punished, but because as a well-trained slave he had
fully accepted the fact that slave dicks tingled at the sight of
appropriate displays of a master's authority.

Lucas watched the beating as well. He had never been beaten so seriously,
or even ever witnessed such a serious strapping. He pitied his brother.

Once there was no more room on Robin's ass to strap without risking tearing
the skin, Mr. Thorne finished up his beating by directing four blows to
each side of Robin's legs.

Mr. Thorne examined Robin's ass, and instructed his sons, "Lucas, uncuff
Robin from the frame. I want both of you back at work in half an hour!"


***


At the end of the workday, Peter Sterling approached Lucas at his
workstation. Lucas was closing up his work area, and Peter offered to help.

"Lucas, I found out that you are leaving the warehouse in a few
days. You're going home. I am going to miss you. Very much." Peter smiled
warmly at the handsome, naked, drudge jument.

Lucas did a sad smile, "I will miss you too, Peter."

Lucas's time at the warehouse as a chained, naked, slave, though only about
one year's time, seemed to Lucas as if it had been several years. The
limited environment to which Lucas had been subjected caused him to pay
close attention to the people he came in contact with. He observed
carefully their every behavior, and like most slaves, he learned which
people he interacted with were good people; people he could trust. In
Lucas's eyes, Peter Sterling was a prince of a human being.

"Lucas, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, please contact
me. Lucas, I have been reading about servitude, especially about the kind
you are, a drudge jument. Jument's are basically considered to be human
pets. I'm not kidding. They have jument shows where owners parade their
juments around on leashes, just like dogs are paraded at dog shows. They
give awards to the best of show. They make them perform stunts, tricks, and
dance."

Peter's voice sounded like he might break down and cry. "It's horrible,
Lucas. I want you to know that if things ever get bad for you, really bad,
and you can take no more, I want you to contact me. I will rescue you!"

"You would do that for me Peter? You would do that and risk being enslaved
yourself, possibly for life?"

"Yes, I believe that is my duty. I hate slavery so much. I would gladly
break into your home when your family is away, cut off your harness, and
drive you to Canada."

There were tears in Peter's eyes. Lucas, was deeply moved, and put his hand
on Peter's shoulder, and started to gently rub it. He moved in front of
Peter, and put his hand on Peter's other shoulder, and squeezed him.

Peter looked in Lucas's eyes, and smiled. They stared long and lovingly at
each other. Lucas pulled Peter closer to him and ran his hands down Peter's
sides, found Peter's belt, and started to unbuckle it.

Peter whispered, "Lucas no."

Lucas ignored Peter. Lucas, who knew Peter very well, knew that Peter
admired him physically, very much.

Peter whispered again, "You don't have to do this."

Lucas slowly sank to his knees and undid Peter's buckle, buttons, and
zipper, and slowly peeled down his pants. The whole time Peter's free-man
cock erected.

Lucas pulled Peter's boxers down and looked closely at his friend's
dick. He examined it with interest, and with a growing desire, and slowly
put his lips to the shafthead. Peter moaned in delight.

Lucas slowly got comfortable with sucking a dick, and proceeded to suck
Peter off, slowly, not entirely certain if he was sucking in the right way.

Lucas did not have to spend too much time analyzing technique, for soon
Peter started the moan that precedes a satisfying release.

Lucas kept up his slow sucking pace, and soon Peter started to
ejaculate. And it did not stop. Peter had a lot of love juice to give
up. Lucas had to let most of Peter's sperm dribble down the side of his
face, as he was currently not the most accomplished cock sucker and cum
swallower.

When it was over, and Peter had his pants back on and zipped up and
buckled, Lucas was happy with himself for having given Peter so much
pleasure. As they looked at each other before parting, Lucas knew he had a
real friend in Peter Sterling.


***


Over dinner Lucas told Timothy about what Peter Sterling had told him about
drudge juments; that they were basically human pets, usually kept naked to
highlight their total subservience and unusual status.

Timothy tried to put things in perspective for Lucas, "Lucas, in reality we
servants are all naked slaves kept for our owner's pleasure. Sure, I wear
clothes more than you do, but your dad can come in here and make me get
naked and do anything he wants to with me."

"In fact, you are probably never going to be used for labor on a regular
basis, certainly not for hard labor. That would be a waste for what your
dad had to pay the Federal Social Services Agency to have you
indentured. You're only a jument because you are, let's face it, one
fucking hottie. Your body and face are perfect. You know I have a hard time
keeping my eyes off of you, but I try to because I love you and don't want
to make you uneasy."

Lucas smiled, "That's okay Timothy. You are really nice, and I am going to
miss having you around. You can look at me all you want. I'm flattered."

"I have already told you that I wish I could be a jument, and I was serious
about that. I hear you juments have easy lives, but I would just like to be
a jument because that means everybody would admire me. I guess I always
wanted to be on the stage, and be admired. I always wished that I were as
beautiful as you."

Timothy laughed, then continued, "But not only are you probably going to
have an easy life, but I've heard what happened at the courthouse, about
how Robin didn't lie to save his ass. What that tells me is that Robin is a
special person, and so that means he is also probably going to be a special
kind of overseer. Compassionate. I wish Robin could be my owner and
overseer!"

Lucas was serious, "Yes, that has been on my mind. I really admire him
now. I truly respect him in a way I never could before. It is easier now
for me to accept Robin as my owner and overseer."


***


When the day came for Gabriel and Robin to drive Lucas home, Robin released
the track and trolley cords connected to Lucas's nose and penis rings, and
handed Lucas some clothing to put on for the trip home.

Lucas was pleased that something new and different was happening in his
life, so he didn't question or protest the articles of clothing he was
given to wear, even though they were weird; a blue and white vertically
striped body-revealing Lycra pair of slacks and matching long-sleeved
shirt.

Lucas questioned Robin before he put the shirt on, "My nipple trainers will
tear the fabric of this shirt."

Robin was aware of the uniform's quality, and simply answered, "No it
won't. Just put it on. You'll see."

Lucas pulled the shirt on over his head, and unfurled it over his
torso. The tight body-revealing fabric did not tear, and had the effect of
making Lucas's trainer-fitted tits stick out in an almost obscene fashion
from the material, highlighting his servitor status almost more than total
nudity would.

The same was true of the slacks. They left nothing to the
imagination. Anyone who saw Lucas in the outfit would know that he was
nothing but a nipple-trained, dick-ringed, slave.

Robin and Lucas took the back seat of the car. Robin liked the way Lucas
looked in his blue and white striped Lycra suit.

Mr. Thorne spoke to the slave seated in the back seat as he drove, "Lucas,
Robin and I are both so happy to have you back at home, at last. We love
you son!"

"Lucas, your job, from now on, is the maintenance of the house and yard,
the kitchen and all groceries and supplies, the storage sheds, the gardens,
and the attics. Everything. Robin will see to it that you are performing
your duties as required and on schedule. You are to do everything Robin
orders."

"I think you two boys love and respect each other enough to get along
without any problems.  But if there ever are any problems, then Lucas you
need to realize that your brother has full authority as a state accredited
overseer to do whatever it takes to make you comply. Do you understand that
son?"

Lucas answered with a "Yes Sir", but once again he was confused by his
father's ambivalence. On one hand his father had just told him how much he
loved him, yet on the other hand his father made it clear that his duty was
to perform exactly as ordered by his younger brother, and to obey him
totally and without question. The implication was clear to Lucas; there
would be painful consequences if he weren't totally obedient.

For Lucas, as always, the ambivalence of his treatment by his family
prevented him from not only fully understanding his status, but from being
able to fully comprehend what was going on. He wanted to ask the question,
once again, "What's going on, Dad?" but did not because he did not want to
hear his father say, yet again, "Nothing is going on, son."



To be continued...


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