A Brand New Draft Slave
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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I was 17 years old when my dad had my older brother, David, 19, turned over to the Cass County Slave Husbandry Resource Center.
David was in his first year at Casselton Community College. David was arrested for having intercourse with underage girls, one 14 years old and another 16. While he was put on probation and was receiving weekly counseling, my dad was nevertheless very nervous over the situation. He lost much sleep wondering if David would re-offend.
In North Dakota anyone on statutory probation automatically loses many rights of citizenship. Under the statutes parents have guardianship status of any child on statutory probation. Thus my dad had the power to enslave David, just as if he were underage, if he so desired.
I didn't know it was coming. I got home from school one Tuesday afternoon and was doing my homework on the family computer in the living room. David got home about an hour later, around 4:00, threw off his jacket, kept his hat on, plopped on the couch, and asked me if I wanted to go with him and Andy and Carl to hang out at Mindy's Café, where a lot of his gang met.
Just then his friends Andy and Carl knocked and walked in, and they threw themselves on the couch next to David. I told them I could not leave at that moment, but in about half an hour when my homework was finished I would be able to join them. David, Carl, and Andy, conferred, and decided they couldn't wait, and told me I could meet up with them at Mindy's later, if I wanted to.
They started towards the door, and just then my dad, who had obviously been listening in the other room, came out in a hurry.
"Just a minute, David. Could you wait a bit?" David asked what was up, and dad said it was not a good time for him to leave. Dad seemed a little nervous, and David asked again what was up. Dad said, "There's someone coming here I want you to meet." David said, "Well who is it Dad? Don't keep me in the dark."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Dad answered it and let in four gentlemen, all dressed in suits and ties. Two were in their early forties, and two in their late twenties. Dad indicated David to the gentlemen, and David rose to meet them and shook hands with each one of them.
"David, dearest, these gentlemen are with the Cass County Slave Husbandry Resource Center (CCSHRC). They've come to take you some place where you can't hurt little girls anymore."
"Dad, I didn't hurt any little girls. Melanie and Karen wanted it, Dad. I never forced myself on them."
"David, David! Be calm. This is for the best. I've consulted with experts in psychology, and they all have said you would be better off, and society safer, with you in a more controlled environment."
David by now had stood again, and two of the gentleman from the Resource Center moved closer to him, although they did not make any bodily contact with David.
"But I am in a controlled environment, Dad. I'm on probation."
The youngest of the suited men from CCSHRC, Jimmy Watson, said, "Now son, take it easy. Let's not have an argument."
David was getting mad, "Look dude, I ain't your son!"
Herb Correl, the senior member from CCSHRC said, "David, we want you to take all of your clothes off."
"Fuck, I ain't taking my clothes off in front of all you guys and my family and friends."
Herb informed David, "Your days of doing things your own way are over."
"Dad, why did you do this? Dad!!!"
"All right, son, you and your dad can talk it over some other time." Michael Althea, blond, with a crew-cut, and muscled, moved closer. "We don't have a lot of time. You have been classified as a draft slave. We have to get you over to Slave Husbandry so they can begin bulking, fattening, and muscling you out, so you bring the county a good price when you go to market."
David was getting loud of voice, and desperate, "Dad, why did you do this? Dad, don't do this to me. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's too late son, the papers are already signed. You officially became a draft slave at 10 am this morning." Dad walked up to me, and put his hand on my shoulder as if to protect me from what was about to take place.
Michael and Jimmy, the two younger guys from CCSHRC, moved closer to David. Jimmy held out his hand to David, "Give me the baseball cap, boy. Your days of wearing a backwards baseball cap are over!"
David didn't know what to do, nor did his friends. Both Andy and Carl stood up and moved out of the way of the CCSHRC guys, while still watching what was happening, and checking to see if their baseball caps were still on their heads. The two senior gentlemen from CCSHRC, Herb Correl and Larry Conrack, each removed a bunch of implements from a very wide service belt they wore, which had been hidden from view by their suit jackets.
David didn't move, so Michael reached over and pulled off his baseball cap. "Dude!" was all David could blurt out. Michael placed the cap on the couch, and said, "Now get that shirt off!" David didn't move. Jimmy and Michael moved in and four hands were soon unbuttoning David's shirt, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his trousers. David fell backwards into the couch, and the two agents quickly pulled his shoes, socks, and trousers off. Herb and Larry were watching the scuffle closely, ready to join the action if they were needed.
When David was down to his underwear, he finally did his first real struggle of resistance, as he realized the gravity of his situation. Michael responded by giving him a severe slap to the face, which stunned everyone into a gasp. During the shock of the blow Jimmy pulled David's tee-shirt off, and shouted, "Stand up now, and drop your shorts!" David stood up, dazed. Michael shocked us even more when he gave David another severe slap to the face, even louder than the first. David rolled his undies down and cupped his hands over his groin. Jimmy quickly pulled his arms behind his back, and cuffed them together.
We were all surprised to see that David had shaved his cock and balls, and had his pubic bush trimmed to a little rectangular patch above his cock. David blushed. Herb offered his evaluation, "Sex offenders commonly shave their pubes. They like their victims to see every detail of their sex organs."
David started crying, and Andy and Carl started to offer some words of comfort. "David, I'm going to help you man. I'm going to do all I can for you. You can count on me, dude!" "Yeah, same here man. They're not going to do anything to you man!"
Before David could answer the agents were fitting him with gag that was a ball that went into his mouth, and was attached to a wide leather strap that went around his head, and held the gag in place. David couldn't answer his friends. Herb informed everyone, "David will never be able to thank you for your words of comfort. We do not encourage any of you to stay in contact with him. Maintaining any kind of contact with a slave is something that is really discouraged. It's usually too upsetting not only to the slave, but also to family and friends. Not only is his new status disturbing to behold, but over at Slave Husbandry, David will be going through quite a few changes, and getting bulked out, so you wouldn't recognize him even if you did see him." Larry stood back and looked the new naked slave over. "He looks good. We should be able to get this one up to maturation in about five months. He'll fill out very quickly because he's getting cut."
Carl asked, "Cut?"
Michael answered, "Yeah, cut. De-balled. All enslaved sex offenders in North Dakota get castrated. That'll be happening as soon as we get him over to the Resource Center. We do it as soon as possible because it speeds up the whole bulking out process, and as we say, `bulk brings in the bucks'."
David was doing a heaving kind of crying through his gag, and Andy asked what life would be like for David now. "Actually, slaves have it good over at Cass County Slave Husbandry Resource Center. They spend their entire day in a gym like setting, exercising, lifting weights, swimming, and running. And they are fed damn well. A diet designed to turn them into powerful draft slaves. We really bulk them up over there. Draft slaves are real popular right now in the Dakotas, and they bring in the most money, so most healthy young boys we put into the draft program over at Slave Husbandry."
Carl was curious too, and asked if David would be receiving any kind of special slave training. Michael fielded the question, "Not really. Our state doesn't spend much money on that kind of stuff. It's up to the owners. Our job over at Slave Husbandry is to just get the boys nice and fat! Lots of muscle power. That's what people pay money for. As far as training, most of the farmers who purchase draft slaves are very good at using the bullwhip on their draft teams. A taste or two of the bull whip will have David happily laboring away, doing whatever the farmers tell him to do."
Herb cautioned his men, "We better get a move on it. We have to get David bathed, clipped, shaved, and shackled, before we take him to Med for his procedure. Doctor Farin is only there until 6:30, and that snipping procedure has to happen today." Michael took a strange tool that looked like a big fat pair of pliers with a funny ring on the end of it. As he approached David with it, Jimmy and Larry moved to either side of David and held him in place. Michael grabbed David's balls and tugged down on them. He opened the pliers-like tool and placed a large wide elastic ring around the top of David's ball sack, just below the cock. He made sure David's balls were hanging low, and squeezed the handles of his tool. A one-inch wide band encircled David's upper sack very tightly, leaving the balls clearly outlined in his sack. His scrotum turned a dark purple color. David's stuttered screaming could be heard through the gag.
David has a large cock and it seriously erected. His dick head was so engorged that it was the same purple color as his balls. Michael shook his head in disgust, "To think he used that bat on little girls!"
David's moaning was intense. Herb offered comfort to David. "David, it'll only hurt for a little while. Your balls will be numb by the time we get you to your holding pen. It'll make the snipping go a lot easier. Look at the bright side. Once you're de-balled, you'll never have to feel this kind of pain again. You never have to worry about anyone kicking you in the balls, the way we guys do!"
I went to David and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Herb offered me comfort as well, "Don't you worry about what we're going to do to David. Castration is classified as a minor procedure. David won't feel a thing. Then after his surgery, we'll get David kitted out, fed, and penned, and he'll start feeling a lot better as soon as he meets the other newly enslaved boys. He'll meet lots of guys who are going through the same thing he is right now. David will find, like all the boys eventually do, that it isn't too bad. He'll be fed well, get plenty of exercise."
Larry Conrack took out a butt plug, lubed it up and went in back of David and started working it up David's hole. Whether David's moaning was from the ball band or the butt plug we couldn't tell, but when he jumped forward from the procedure, Michael was there to give him another mighty whack across his face with his large hand. Tears were falling from his eyes as Jimmy Watson came and placed two very large and thick alligator clips on both of David's tits, and one on the skin of his frenum. The weight of the frenum clip pulled David's erection down so it was now sticking straight out from his body rather than straight up. The Resource Center workers were not bothered in the least by David's screaming, that sounded at times like he was choking. When he rasped out something like, "Don't do this to me Dad," Michael said, "Dude, your dad isn't doing this to you. You did this to yourself, playing around with little girls. Sicko behavior like that in any other state would have gotten you 2 life sentences, rather than just the one your dad has signed you up for. So count your blessings."
David's desperate screaming brought out the neighbors. The door was still ajar from the entrance of the agents, so in no time the walk leading up to our house was full of neighbors, many of whom were peering into the living room. Everyone was shocked to see a trussed and naked David being prepared to be taken away to the Slave Husbandry Resource Center.
Mrs. Benson, looking into the door, shouted back at all those lining the walk, "They're taking David to the Slave Husbandry Center." We could hear the surprised chatter of the gawkers. "They've got all of his clothes off and something in his mouth, holding his mouth open. He wasn't being cooperative so they had to slap him."
Dad started to cry. Andy, to my total surprise, tried to comfort my distraught dad, "Man, don't feel bad. You did the right thing. There was no getting around the fact that he was a pervert, man. I mean, I liked him and all, but like, I knew he was seriously not right, if you like know what I mean, dude."
And Carl, too, even more to my surprise, tried to comfort dad. "Yeah, you did the right thing, Mr. Temple. Like, when I asked him what he did to those girls, he was like all laughing about how they hardly had any hair down there, and how it felt so good teaching virgins how to feel good, and all. Like, I was totally grossed!"
Herb gave the order, "Okay. Let's move this one out!"
David was led out, kicking and screaming, by the four agents. Naked as the day he was born. Clamped, clipped, plugged, gagged, and cuffed.
His erection waggled as the agents hustled him to their car. The neighbors all saw it. "That's the thing he used on those little girls." "Serves him right!"
The End
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