A Portrait of Servitude – Drayage Slaves in Montana
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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Place: Billings, Montana
Background: In most parts of the country, males in servitude used to draw carriages, drayage slaves, are commonly called jackaroos'. Also common throughout the country, males in servitude between the ages of 18 and 28 are referred to as bucks'.
Situation: Terry Fuller, 28, a first violinist with the Montana Symphony Orchestra until he was arrested for having sex with two underage male prostitutes, is in drayage training at the Timmerman Ranch, the largest training facility for jackaroos in the West.
There had to be at least 300 of them trotting in place, all 300 horse-naked jackaroos were trotting in sync. Already their step was even and timed in only their fourth day of training. Training would last five months, and once completed Terry knew what the county auction notices looked like, since he had seen them often enough. `300 freshly trained and lacquered buck jackaroos. Genitally electro-cinched for your safety and convenience. Fully ringed for easy infibulating and hobbling'.
He felt like he could cry if he were alone. But he could not now, for he was now part of a herd effort. He had to act as one with the others. There were 300 other guys just like him, all about his age, horse naked, ringed and belled, jogging in place, with dicks wildly flapping with each step because of their genitals held high in position by a very wide banded genital cinch going about their cock roots, in back of their balls. It didn't seem right that the trainers, standing around pleased with the trotting practice, were free and he was not. He looked at the faces of the trainers. Suddenly free men seemed to be almost a different species of men. Free and privileged. They looked as far removed from Terry as jackaroos looked to free people.
Terry had never felt so violated as his first day at Timmerman Ranch, when he was lacquered, ringed, belled, and cinched. All of the new jackaroos were given a bath which permanently denuded them of all hair below the neck. Then, because jackaroos work most commonly in the nude, they were `lacquered', a process in which their bodies are painted with an oil that seeps into the skin, providing jackaroos with both a permanent sunscreen and a polished look to the skin. Lacquered jackaroos are very sleek looking and the lacquering needs to be re-done every four years.
Most humiliating of all for Terry was the giant hoop ring that was put through the dick heads of all the jackaroos. The large diameter, yet very lightweight, ring insured that jackaroos couldn't fuck women or men.
And there they all were, naked and trotting in place in the Montana sun. Learning to get their knees up to the right height for what was called the `civil trot', used when the carriage driver wanted you pacing at a moderate speed.
It was bad enough that not only did they all have a very broad-band genital electro-cinch around the base of their cocks, in back of their balls, but also the metal fence that made up the corral they were training in was electrified. They were being herded like animals, and the electric fence and the genital cinch proved to all the jackaroos that free men didn't trust them to not try and make an escape. Jackaroos had to be watched and electronically guarded, or else they would try to flee. That was what free men expected of jackaroos; to behave like caught animals, and try to escape if given a chance.
The jingling of the bells that hung from the tit and cock rings of the jackaroos in training was music to the ears of their trainers, who sipped sparkling water from bottles as they walked among the jackaroos trotting in place, encouraging them, explaining proper posture, and inciting them to trot tall and look proud.
Terry took special notice of the lead trainer, Ted Junction, as soon as he first arrived at the Timmerman Ranch. Short, trim, lithe, handsome, and intelligent, Ted had the kind of schoolboy bright eyes that Terry was instantly attracted to and for a trainer his voice was soft and gentle.
Ted Junction dressed like all the other trainers did at the Timmerman Ranch. Anyway he wanted to. Just the way someone would dress who was walking a dog. No reason to have any kind of fancy uniform for walking a dog, corralling sheep, herding cows, or training jackaroos.
Ted, dressed in Levis and a blue shirt, addressed the jackaroos. "All of you are looking good. Really good! And I mean that. So thank you for being so sharp and cooperative." He ran his hand through his hair as he surveyed the trotting herd. The tit and cock bells were making a little too much noise, so he ordered the herd to pause, and stand at ease.
When the last of the bells stopped its tinkling, Ted spoke, "We've been having you work out for the first four days to help those of you who have not been exercising on a regular basis get back up to speed. All of you are very fit. You all passed the State's guidelines as being fit for drayage service. You all are in excellent physical and mental health." "As you probably know, there are a lot of myths about drayage service from folks who aren't around jackaroos. Almost everyone still thinks that drayage duty can only be performed by huge, super muscled, servants. But the fact is that some of the most successful jackaroos are smaller stock. Latinos, for example, with their generally lithe and short stature, make some of the finest jackaroos in terms of endurance. It doesn't take much muscle power to pull most modern dual-bearing carriages. It simply takes some one in good health. Anyone who is fit and eats properly can pull a modern, fully loaded, carriage without much effort."
"And then there is the other big myth about drayage service, that it is dishonorable and humiliating. You are all adults, and you doubtless know the common jokes made about jackaroos. Schoolboys still laughingly refer to you as `pony slaves'. But the fact is that drawing or drayage is an honorable service. In some cultures it was and is considered an honor to draw the carriage of another."
"The point of all your training is to make your term of service as pleasant and easy as possible. To that end we will not only be getting you in peak condition, but we will also start to get you thinking about all of your muscles, especially the muscles in your groin and hip area, in new ways. For most of your time here at Timmerman Ranch you will be training while fitted with anal plugs of varying sizes. The plugs help make you aware of, and able to control, muscle groups you probably didn't even know you have."
"Then further down the line we teach you how your libido can play a big role in making your jobs even easier. We will be talking very much about controlling and centering your libido to make you effective servants. Hopefully, we will do a good job here and you will be able to put everything we teach you to good use so that you find drayage service a piece of cake." Ted Junction looked at his watch, "Okay you bucks, I want you to resume the `civil trot', so that means you bring your knees just a little higher than you normally would for the basic trot."
The jackaroos all started trotting in place. All three hundred of them. 900 little bells, attached to both nipples and to the cock rings of the 300 trotting bucks, sounded on the Montana ranch. Cows grazing nearby lifted their heads slightly in note of the jingling.
Ted Junction smiled and chatted with two other trainers as they watched the naked bucks practice their trot. After a bit, Ted broke off his conversation with his peers, and spoke to the trotting jackaroos in a loud voice that could be heard over their servant bells. "That's the way! You jackaroos need to focus on your duty, and take pride in your duty at all times. Right now your duty is to trot properly, in rhythm, evenly, smoothly, and cleanly."
Ted surveyed the flopping cocks, "What a great looking team you are! Most jackaroos draw in the nude. There is a very good reason for that. Owners like to see their jackaroos connected with the earth. Therefore you need to focus on your penis as you trot along and it flops about. You have to center yourself in your penis head and take pride in the fact that your owner delights in seeing your penis bouncing around, jiggling from side to side, as you draw him. As you trot, pulling your master, you need to realize that in your jiggling penis you have every right to be as proud of yourself as if you had accomplished some great feat or created some great artistic masterpiece. Owner's love to watch their jackaroos' cocks flopping about as they draw them. Your sole duty is to take pride in that fact. Take pride at all times in the fact that you will soon be state certified jackaroos, and that it is your duty to present as handsome a picture as possible for your owner as you trot along. If you do that, you will find drayage service deeply rewarding."
Terry closed his eyes as he trotted. For one brief moment he realized that today was Thursday, rehearsal day for members of the Montana Symphony Orchestra. He was about to break down in tears, but knew he had to change his focus. He thought instead, then, of his cock flopping. He thought of Ted Junction looking at his dick head, and wondered if Ted liked what he saw. A sudden and strange sensation came over Terry; utter debasement mingled with euphoria. Drayage service just might be endurable, after all.
The End
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