Get a Job

Get a Job!

(A story of an ex-servitor)

By Randall Austin

Short Story

This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com

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Brad Belmore went to his bedroom, closed the door, locked it, laid himself down on his bed, and started crying. Life was going pretty terribly for the 27-year old young man. He was released seven months ago from a six-year term of indenturement, to which he was criminally sentenced for drunken behavior in which he accidentally set fire to three very expensive homes.

When he returned to live at home after his term of service his family was very supportive, and happy to have him back. His two younger brothers and sister were especially happy to have their handsome and very likeable older brother back home.

Brad had just completed his second year of college when he was convicted. The plan was that on his release from his indenturement he would live at home until he found a job, achieved self-sufficiency, get an apartment of his own, and then return to classes.

But he was unable initially to find a decent paying job. Brad and his family were aware that there was some stigma attached to having been a servant, and that it would likely make a job search more difficult than it would normally be. But successful returns from a life of servitude to a life of freedom were done all the time, and they were not exactly rare occurrences.

But after four months of being unable to get a good job, Brad looked into entry-level positions. He felt obliged to take a minimum wage paying job in a fast food restaurant. But soon after starting the job he found the constant taunting and behind-his-back pranks hard to take. And coupled with a wage of $7.10 an hour, it fast became unbearable and he eventually quit.

And now here he was, in a small bedroom that used to be his youngest brother's room, his mother explained to him when she visited her freshly indentured son, "We thought it best to let little Jerome have your room, since it would be a shame not to have your large bedroom be used while you were away." The small child's room depressed him. He was ashamed to invite what few friends he had left over to his house because he could offer them nothing, not even a comfortable room to get away to.

With each passing day Brad felt more and more useless. Here he was a fit and handsome male in his prime, unable to get a job or a girl friend. He was reduced to having to ask his parents, and even his younger siblings, for cash. And after a time, he became so embarrassed having to ask for money, that he found himself stealing a quarter or a dollar here and there from his own family members.

Brad's siblings were beginning to realize that the older brother, whom they had once looked up to, was sort of stuck in the mud. And they noticed that other people, too, no longer looked up to him.

And troubles soon developed at home, with his father nagging him to find a job, and his siblings in subtle ways beginning to think of their oldest brother as something of a loser.

He noticed his siblings changing attitudes towards him for the first time when his sister, Brandy, age 19, went out of her way to avoid having one of her girl friends meet him one day when they had stopped at home to pick up some school supplies. Before his indenturement Brandy would go out of her way to introduce and show off her handsome older brother to her friends, and she always enjoyed listening to her girl friends ooohing, cooing, and aaaahing, over her super cute stud older brother.

One of Brad's most devastating moments occurred when his two younger brothers, Jerome (19), and Andrew (21), accidentally walked into the bathroom when he was shaving naked in front of the sink and saw his bisected foreskin.

The foreskin of males released from servitude is bisected in many states to mark the person as a legally freed servant. The foreskin that hangs ahead of the penis tip on a flaccid penis is sliced on both sides from the tip of the foreskin along its length to the tip of the penis head. The surgically sliced two-flapped foreskin is the sign of a freed servant.

When his brothers finally saw his bisected skin, they were at first curious, but soon the jokes started. "Hey boy, are you behaving yourself now that you're free?" "Are you going to be a good boy and act responsibly like a free man?" "You miss your cock-sucking days?"

Exacerbating the entire situation was the fact that Brad's family was in the low-middle class income bracket. All three of Brad's siblings were now paying their own way through college by holding down part-time jobs, just the way Brad was hoping to do. And Brad's father was on partial disability, so money was very tight in the Belmore household.

The extra special treatment Brad received when he first arrived home incrementally dried up, and Brad found that his family members were getting annoyed with him. He was reduced to having to scrape and save pennies, and forced to do things such as frequently having ramen noodles as his chief meal of the day.

Brad's father had allowed him the use of his computer for his job search, and one day as Brad was looking at resources for freed servants his father entered the computer room, "How's it going son?"

"Great Dad. Here's a support group for freed servants that meets on Wednesday nights. It looks cool. I think I'll attend one of their meetings."

"Son, what you need to do is start getting serious about your job search, and stop wasting your time going to meetings with a bunch of other whiners complaining about how unfair things are!"

"Dad, I'm not whining. I have not been complaining."

"Son, what you need to do is start going to interviews, and simply telling them at the interview that you will do whatever it takes to win their confidence. You need to make your case son. You need to plead. You need to beg."

"I have told them that I would work hard, Dad."

"No, you have to sound like you mean it. You have to make promises. You have to go the extra mile. Tell them you'll submit to unannounced inspections, or whatever it is you think they would like to hear."

"Dad, I did my time. I'm a free person. Just like you."

"Brad. Let's get real. You were only indentured because you messed up in a great big way. That is a fact that is out there, and you need to handle it. And if it takes telling a possible employer that you are willing to submit to nude inspections to allay fears that you could be a thief, or even to corporal punishment if you mess up, then you should do it. You need to do it, son. Because, frankly, the longer you stay here, living off your mom and me, the worse it looks for you."

"Dad, I'm a human being. There is no reason I should have to endure that kind of humiliation. I thought you cared about me."

"I do son. But it's time to be a little more proactive in your job search. Telling someone you would be willing to submit to unannounced body searches and to corrective discipline is just the kind of thing a prospective employer needs to hear from you in order to take a chance on hiring you. I doubt if any employer would actually use discipline on you, but it just might be your ticket to landing a job."

Brad's father's voice rose as he vented his frustration, "And frankly, son, I'm getting damn tired of seeing you laying around the house day after day. The least you could be doing is going door to door and seeing if you could mow the neighbor's lawn, or do odd jobs for them."

The usually patient Brad could take no more, and stood up, "Fuck this, Dad!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said `leave me alone'."

"No, Brad, I want you to repeat what you just said to me."

"I said fuck this kind of talk!"

His father had had enough, "Okay son, that does it. I want you to spend the rest of the day down at the employment office. It's time you put some energy into your job search. And before you go down there, I want you dressed up. Put on a jacket and tie. Stop dressing like you're seventeen years old!"

Brad had had enough, also, "Fuck you, Dad! I don't have to put up with that tone of voice."

Brad attempted to rush out of the room but Mr. Belmore grabbed his son's arm, "Okay son, I've given you more than plenty of chances to show me that you were serious about your job search!" Mr. Belmore, on partial disability while recovering from a shattered femur, was still a strong man. He grabbed his son in a rapid move and pulled him over to the couch, and began tearing off his clothes.

Brad was too shocked to react initially, and only when his shirt was completely off and his trousers unbuckled and unzipped, did he begin to react. But his father still had the strength he had when he was a top wrestler, and in one swift move finished the job of pulling his son's pants and undies down to his ankles. Holding on to Brad's arm, he sat on the couch, pulled his naked oldest son over his knee, and began a vigorous spanking.

Not only vigorous, but very painful. Brad howled, "Dad, you can't do this. I'm an adult. You stop this or I'm calling the cops, you old fucker!"

Mr. Belmore noticed the indenturement number tattooed on his son's left buttock, "When the cops get here and see your tattoo and bisected foreskin, do you think they'll give you much credence?"

As Mr. Belmore spanked and Brad howled, his sister walked in and quietly watched, reacting rather casually to the sight of her father spanking her oldest brother as though he were a child.

She was soon joined by her two brothers, Andrew and Jerome, who were drawn by the commotion. Their faces turned to smiles as soon as they entered the room. They had both hoped to see such a scene, and Andrew had felt for quite some time that such a scene would be inevitable. But seeing Brad over their father's knee, at his age, with his pants down, was almost too good to be true.

To both Andrew and Jerome, Brad's childish howling only confirmed that he was indeed acting like an irresponsible child, and was getting what he deserved. And Andrew told his father so, and encouraged him, "Way to go, Dad. Give it to him good."

Jerome joined in, "Yeah, get a job, Brad. Stop fucking loafing around here, being a drain on mom and dad."

Andrew liked the ring of that and repeated it with emphasis, "Yeah, get a gawdamn job, Brad!"

Mr. Belmore was, if anything, encouraged by the verbal support of his two younger sons, and approached his task with even more vigor. And the severity of Mr. Belmore's blows made Brad toss, pitch, and turn, his torso all the more, finally giving his sister a close-up view of a bisected foreskin. As she watched her oldest brother get what he deserved, she thought, `What a waste his life has been. All that he's been given, that super muscled body, that cute face, that thick hair and yet he's wasted it all. He is a total failure'.

For Jerome it was a relief to finally see his dad get serious with Brad. He let his feelings out, "Give it to him good, Dad. You don't know how much it hurts me to see him taking advantage of you and mom day after day."

Brad screamed, "Fuck all of you. I'm calling the cops!"

"Son, I've already warned you that the cops aren't going to care too much about what you have to say once they see this pretty tattoo on your ass and your funny looking penis. And once they hear what your brothers have to say about the way you've been acting lately, you'll go on record as a nuisance caller."

Jerome approved, "You've got that right, Dad! Don't let him intimidate you!" Andrew patted Jerome on the shoulder. He wanted to help and encourage his dad as well, so he went and fetched a ping pong paddle from the next room and handed it to his father. "Here Dad, try this. It looks like your arm is getting tired."

Mr. Belmore thanked Andrew, took the paddle, and began whapping his son's buttocks with it. Brad howled like a squealing baby. Andrew and Jerome smiled broadly, happy with the increase in the pain being delivered.

As Mr. Belmore began a rapid fire volley of swats, causing his son to buck wildly and squeal an even higher pitch, he questioned his miserable son, "Are you going to begin a job search in earnest, doing the things I've asked you to do?"

"Yesssss. Please stop!"

"You're 27 years old, and here I am having to take you over my knee and give you a spanking as if you were five years old. I hope you're proud of yourself!"

That comment from his father stung Brad more than the paddle, and he started crying out loud in shame.

"Are you going to start doing more around the house and being extra nice to your brothers and sister to make up for all the problems you've caused?"

"Yessssss. Please stop, Dad!"

"Are you going to start being honest, and stop trying to hide the fact that you were a servant for six years of your life?"

"Yesssss. Please let me go, Dad!"

"Because, let me tell you something son. If you don't find a job real soon, we're going to have no choice but have you placed back into indenturement."

"No Dad. Please. No!"

"I promise you. If you don't have a job within a couple of weeks, I'm going to sit down with your brothers and see if we can find an indenturement program for you. Maybe it's what you need. Maybe your sentence wasn't long enough. But one thing is certain; if you don't buckle down and do what's needed, your brothers and I will take matters in to our own hands and have you placed back into indenturement."

"No Dad, please. Don't send me back into servitude. I'll do what you want."

"Good. But how can I be sure you'll start behaving? It's always the same. I nag you; you make promises to do something; but nothing ever happens." Mr. Belmore shook his head in resolve, "Well, finally, I'm tired of it, son. Damn tired. All that I get from you are promises. What can I do to make you start facing the music?"

Andrew shouted out, "Make him stay naked, Dad."

Brad shouted, "Fuck you, Andy!"

Mr. Belmore stopped the paddling, "Maybe that's just the thing you need, son, to wake you up. Let's see if you have the nerve to swear at your younger brother in that way if you're naked. You need to be brought down a peg or two, be reminded of just who you are, and start facing the fact that, given your past, you can't expect things to be handed to you on a silver platter. Now I want you to stand up and face your brothers and sister." Brad sputtered in disbelief, "Dad? You can't be serious!"

"Son, I am very serious. That's the reason they cut your penis' foreskin; to mark you as a former social servant. It's done to help remind yourself and freed servant boys like you of what you once were. It's a badge of honor. You need to have your penis on display and be proud of what you were. Let your brothers and sister see your badge of honor. There's nothing to be ashamed of in being honest. And being bare will keep you honest and help you face reality."

"Now stand up son, so we can all get a good look at you."

Brad didn't move from his father's lap, "You can't do this to me, Dad."

Strong Mr. Belmore helped his son get up into a standing position, as Brad's hands flew frantically to cover his genitals. "Son, your brothers and sister have already seen your tatted butt and sliced foreskin, so there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of. We need to do this son to help you stay focused. I want you to get back to your house chores now, but keep your clothes off for the rest of the day."

"No Dad. Please let me get dressed." Brad, totally unprepared for the indignity, just stood there and began to cry again, looking like a helpless baby. His brothers were shocked to see Brad crying and pleading like an errant servant. They found it hard to look at their older brother as he stood naked in front of them, desperately trying to keep his genitals concealed with his hands, and crying and sniffling just the way servants do. It confirmed to them that Brad really wasn't a normal adult. That he was somehow different. That maybe he was meant to be a servant. He was nothing but a crying and helpless baby who needed strict and total guidance.

Brad's father spoke gently to him, "Now son, I want you to get your hands away from there. Let's let your brothers and sister see you the way you really are. I want them to get a good look at your freed-boy penis. I want them to see your bisected foreskin. You are marked for life, son, and you can't run away from that fact."

When Brad didn't move, his father took his hands and moved them out of the way. He continued speaking gently, "Now this isn't so bad, is it? I want you to look at your brothers and sister looking at your penis. See, they're not ashamed or afraid to look at it, and you shouldn't be either. Being exposed like this is what you need. It will help keep you honest about what you were. There's nothing to be ashamed of when you go on your job search. You need to face what you were just the way your siblings are facing it."

The pleasure Jerome, Andrew, and Brandy took in seeing their father finally deal forthrightly with their oldest brother was intense. And now that Brad had finally been brought so low, it enabled a more conciliatory tone from his siblings. Seeing Brad exposed and sniffling like a big, dumb, but cute, servant, had a calming effect on everyone. Mr. Belmore had done the right thing in taking a firm hand with the former servant.

Andrew spoke, "It's okay, Brad. We're all family here. If this is going to do you good, then I'm totally cool with it, and you should be too, bro."

Jerome's disgust with his brother had abated as well, now that Brad was finally brought down to his rightful place, "You'll be okay, bro. You look good. You should be proud of yourself. Dad's just trying to help you. We're all just trying help you, man."

Mr. Belmore patted Brad on the shoulder, waited until his sniffling abated, then told him to get back to his house chores, but to stay naked. Brad, totally humiliated and confused, accepted his father's orders. In his mind he was thinking that the terrible thing that had just happened could only have happened because he somehow deserved it; that maybe if he did as ordered it would make up for his being such a miserable failure.

Brad's siblings stood about initially as he went to work cleaning out the den, watched him, and even offered encouragement, "That's the way! You're doing a good job, Brad."

But the novelty of seeing their older brother sniffling and working in the nude soon wore off, and they left Brad to do his chores in private. Only Brandy would occasionally stop by to get a look at her still hunky bare brother as he did his chores.

Mr. Belmore's tough love treatment worked, and Brad's newly adopted obsequious interview style impressed one employer enough to offer him a fair paying job as an administrative assistant. His boss made the decision to let his co-workers know that Brad was a freed servant. They were fine with it and treated Brad respectfully.

But when Brad had been on the job for three months, and a female office employee reported that her purse had been rifled through and her billfold stolen, everyone suspected Brad, even though he was no more likely to have stolen the money than anyone else in the office. No formal charges were made, but a scapegoat was needed, and Brad soon found himself at the receiving end of his co-workers' disdain.

In a private conversation with his boss, Brad was informed that the best course of action would be for him to leave, given the bitter atmosphere in the workplace. No charges would be filed. The boss told Brad that he liked him personally, and regretted that things had come to this.

Once Brad left his administrative assistant job, things rapidly deteriorated at home. Brad grew more and more insecure as a sense of worthlessness overtook him. His sense of inferiority caused him to be irritable with his brothers, and his father was finding it necessary to take him over his knee at least once or twice or week for spankings in an attempt to get him back on course. And his brothers and sister were growing so frustrated with their seemingly helpless older brother that they were calling on their dad to make Brad do naked time on almost a weekly basis.

Naked time had the effect of making Brad more subservient and obedient, but Brad hated having to be naked in front of his family. He knew that when they looked at his tattoo and bisected foreskin it made them think that he was really a slave at heart. And Brad eventually began to wonder if maybe being set free was a good thing for him after all.

One evening, slightly over three months after having been released from his administrative assistant position, Brad's father took Brad into the den, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Brad felt wonderful being feted in such a fashion. After the wine had been poured, Mr. Belmore held up a glass to toast his son; "I love you son. I really do. Very much. I know these have been some very hard times for you. I know you've been trying. And I know I can be a nag sometimes. And so can your brothers and sister. But we're all just trying to help you son."

"Son, let's be frank here. I think you're having a hard time finding a job because deep down inside you think you don't really deserve a job the way normal free people do. Do you think I could be right about that son?" Brad spoke quietly, "I don't know Dad. Maybe."

"And son, you always seem to be happiest when I lay down the law and have to get really firm with you. Don't you think I'm right son?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, Dad. Maybe it could be so."

"Brad, every time I've had to spank you it was because you were really miserable, and taking your misery out on your siblings. Yet after all those spankings I've had to give you in recent months, you were always a much happier person afterwards, and you would go back to your chores with purpose and determination. After your spankings you seemed to take pleasure in doing your chores."

"Maybe you're just one of those boys who needs the extra encouragement that strict discipline offers. There's nothing wrong with being the kind of person who needs constant guidance and reinforcement, as long as you admit it and accept it. Some boys are just that way. Don't try to act like a normal boy, a free boy, like a boy who has a right to act cool because he naturally does things the right way on his own without the guidance of strict discipline."

"Son, maybe there is something to the idea that some people were born to be guided throughout their lives, guided into helping and serving others. Living a life of service to others is the noblest thing a person can do, and maybe you were born to serve others. Think about it son."

Mr. Belmore allowed Brad to think about it over two more shared bottles of wine. On the third bottle, he and his son sat down at his computer terminal and began looking at indenturement options being offered on the county's web site. By the end of the third bottle Brad was convinced that another term of indentured service, with the county's public works program for a term of four years, was just what he needed. Mr. Belmore watched proudly as Brad set up an appointment, online, for his induction at 11 AM the following morning.

Mr. Belmore and his two sons drove Brad to his appointment the following morning. As they drove to the appointment, Brad was miserable. He felt unsure if it was the right thing he had done, and feared the wine may have led him to make a bad decision.

The Belmore men entered the county's servant induction office, and presented themselves. A man and a woman from the processing department came out and greeted the Belmore family, and led everyone into a receiving office. The man had Brad and Mr. Belmore sign several documents. When the paper work was in order, he thanked the Bellmore's and exited with the documents.

The female attendant instructed Brad to remove all of his clothing, his shoes, and jewelry and place them into a plastic bag. Brad kept his back to everyone as he undressed and placed his personal effects into the bag. He handed the bag to the female attendant, who in turn handed the bag to Mr. Belmore.

The attendant then took a brand new two-inch wide silver collar, made of synthetic material, fitted it about Brad's neck, and locked it on. She placed a collar made of similar material around the base of Brad's cock and balls, fitted it, and locked it on. Brad's cock collar nicely lifted his sex unit up and out.

The attendant gave a look to Brad's family, and told them that that was all there was to it, and she would now be taking Brad down for orientation procedures. Jerome asked if they could go with them and watch, but the attendant told them that that was not allowed. She waited for the family to say their "goodbyes". Mr. Belmore and his two free sons wished Brad well, but he barely looked at them. As the attendant grasped Brad's penis to lead him away, Mr. Belmore called after him, "You hang in there, son! You hear me?"

Brad neither looked back at his family nor responded as the female attendant pulled him along by his penis. His two brothers snickered over the fact that a woman was pulling Brad along by his penis. Brad did not hear his brothers' chortling, for he was struck by the fact that this was the first time a female had touched his penis in almost seven years.

By 2 PM that very afternoon Brad was at work for the county on a sewage detail, along with five other servants, cleaning cesspools and digging out stopped up sewers. It was actually not a bad first day of servitude for Brad. It was the first time in almost a year that he could laugh and joke with people, his work mates, and not feel like they were making fun of him behind his back.

And when, at one point, Brad and all five of his fellow servants on sewage detail had to strip and get tawsed, because of county policy that said if one servant on a work detail is demerited, all servants on that work detail have to receive the same punishment, it was actually a time of special camaraderie for the servants. Each servant received their 10 swats of the stinger tawse on their bare backs and buttocks - and each did plenty of howling, but when it was over the overseers were respectful of them, and admired the way the server boys stuck together and took their punishment without complaining or being angry at the boy who was responsible for their punishment.

And the good news was that Brad and his five fellow servants, four of them newly indentured, and two newly re-indentured, would only be on sewage detail for eight months. After that they would all be transferred and promoted to sanitation detail for a period of one year. And best of all they would all be together for as long as the county could manage to keep them together. Authorities in the field of social servitude are well aware of the benefits of allowing groups of servants to bond; and for that reason servants on a given work detail not only work together and are promoted together, but also share the same dorm cell.

All considered, it was a good life for Brad. Social servants on public work detail were well respected by all echelons of society. And Brad, along with his detail mates, was especially proud of his county work uniform: a handsome light green jumpsuit with attractive yellow striping, made of super comfortable, breathable, cotton.

In the evening boys on sewage detail are allowed to take long, luxurious, baths. And they are also provided access to a wide array of grooming products so that the servant boys can doll themselves up for their fellow dorm cell mates.

One day, after two weeks back in indentured service, after a hard day's work, and after having had an hour long soaking bath relaxing and horsing around with his fellow sewage boys, Brad finally realized that not only was this the life for him, but that he was happier than he had ever been before in his life.

After their bath and supper, and as Brad and his fellow sewage boys all spread themselves out naked on their large communal bed and started cuddling up and playing with each other, with their hair gelled and bodies scented for each other's pleasure, the sewage detail boys started to play their favorite game: each one of Brad's five workmates takes turns sucking on Brad's big fat server boy rod for twenty seconds, and the one who makes him start to cum during his time sucking is the winner.

Brad is the center of attention of his work detail, and he likes it. Although these are not women who are after him, at least he is having sex on a daily basis, and lots of it. With his sewage work mates Brad doesn't have to try and prove himself or make them think he is a man of means. The homo boy servants on sewage detail just love Brad for being the super suckable hunk that he is.

Three months later Brad's father and siblings were allowed to visit him for the first time. The county's public works social servant complex offers a comfortable living room like setting for servants and their families. And the servant's are allowed to dress in normal clothing. When Brad was led into the visitors' room to meet his father and his three siblings, he was wearing cream-colored slacks, a blue dress shirt, a causal tie, and loafers. With his neatly styled hair, he looked like a free boy.

Mr. Belmore hugged his son, "You look great, Brad. Just great!"

"Thanks. I feel great, Dad." Brad hugged his siblings and told them how happy he was to see them. The family sat down, and chatted. The family could sense that Brad truly seemed to be content with his lot, but were shocked when Brad told them that he and most of his detail mates, were thinking of signing up for a longer term of indentured service; for a lifetime, in fact.

To Mr. Belmore it was almost unthinkable. "Brad, what's wrong with you? Temporary service is fine, what's wrong with you? What about your future?"

"Dad, I believe all of the things they have taught me in my service education classes. A life of service is a noble life. And they offer us a fantastic retirement package. Because the state doesn't pay servants a salary, they invest more, much more, of our earnings into our retirement plan than any normal employer could ever do. Therefore we can retire as free persons at the age of 59 if we like. But it's not for the benefits that I'm thinking of signing up for life. The benefits have almost nothing to do with it. I want to sign up life time service because I want to serve!"

Brad's father and siblings were genuinely distraught over Brad's possible decision, and they tried to dissuade him. When the family seemed to not understand why Brad would do such a thing, he calmly started removing his tie.

As he undid his tie, he spoke, "Dad, I have you and my brothers and sister to thank for my happiness. Dad, that day you took me over your knee for the first time as an adult and started spanking me I once considered as the worse day of my life. I now think of it as the greatest day of my life. Because you were right, Dad. It was what I needed."

Brad removed his tie, and then started to unbutton his shirt. "And when Brandy, Jerome, and Andrew, came into the room as you were spanking me and told me I needed to stop being a drain on the family, I was so humiliated. But you were all so right. I would never have acted without encouragement of the kind dad was giving me physically, and my siblings were giving me verbally."

Brad pulled off his shirt and placed it over the arm of the chair. Bare-chested, Brad pointed to his large diameter and gauge nipple rings, one on each nipple, and continued, "Do you see these large rings? Do you know what they're for? They're for boys like me, for servants. They're used for teaching us lessons. If I do something bad, like lose my temper and swear, they lock me to the wall by these nipple rings. By both rings, so I can't move. It's very uncomfortable. The guards and overseers hate to do it, but they know that boys like me need it. It helps us. You all were right. I need constant encouragement to help me be my best. I need these rings to help me be all that I can be." The family was speechless as Brad stood up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pushed them down to his ankles. Standing in his white servant padded underpants, Brad pointed to two leather cuffs, one above each knee. He pointed at them, "Do you see these cuffs on each of my legs, with D rings attached? Do you know what they're for? They're for boys like me. By hooking my legs together with varying lengths of chain they can control the size of the steps we can take. Sometimes they hobble us boys when we're working in a cesspool in a remote area, when there's not enough overseer help. It lowers the risk of escape and keeps us focused on our work. I need these cuffs to be the best that I can be, and I proudly admit it. I love my hobbles."

The family continued speechless, but was impressed with Brad's passion.

Brad hooked his thumbs in his underpants, and pushed them all the way down. Everyone was very surprised to see a very large and thick gauge ring going through the head of Brad's cock. Brad spread his legs to give his cock prominence, and pointed at his cock ring, "Look at this giant ring they put on me. They put it on all of us servant boys. Do you know what they do with it? Sometimes we have to work totally naked except for our boots in giant cesspools, and they tether all of us boys on detail together by our cock rings. One cord is passed through all of our cock rings, and we're all tethered together by our cocks, just like animals. They tether us together by our cocks, like we are bulls, or pigs, or something. By our cocks we're chained together!"

"But you know what? It is what we need. I am never so proud of myself as I am when I'm tethered by my cock to my detail mates. We all are proud, because we all know it's what we need to stay focused when we do the very hard work that we have to do. By tethering us by our cocks we all work at an even and productive pace. It helps us to feel united, and helps us give a unified effort to the task at hand. If they didn't tether us like animals, we wouldn't get the work done so quickly and efficiently. It's the kind of help I need, and I'm grateful for it."

Brad, keeping his legs spread, looked at his family, and stretched his arms out. "Dad, you made me work in the nude. At first I was so humiliated and ashamed. But that was what I needed Dad, because now I want you to look at me. I'm proud to be a servant. A servant who has no secrets. A servant who is exposed for the benefit of society. I am a person whose purpose is to serve all of you, and be used by society in ways it decides will benefit the common good."

Andrew and Jerome still could not comprehend Brad's love of servitude. Andrew wondered, "If it's just grunt labor you want to do, you could easily have found a job like that. They even hire common criminals to dig ditches and roadwork. Why would you want to live in a compound for the rest of your life and have every aspect of your life so scheduled and controlled?"

Brad brought his arms down, but still stood standing in front of his family with his clothes down at his ankles, "Andrew, on my first day back in servitude, I met my detail mates for the first time. We were all newly indentured or newly re-indentured. New boys they put on the least desirable jobs, and we got assigned to sewage control."

"They loaded us up on the back of a county public works department servant transport truck and drove us out to our first job, on the outskirts of the city. There we were, the six of us, suited up in our public works department green and yellow jumpsuit and big cesspool work boots. As we drove along, everyone in the passing cars would strain their heads to get a look at us sewage servants. Arrogant free boys would give us the finger, call us names, and whistle at us. School children passing in school buses would point and laugh at us. But at the same time police officers would wave at us in respect. Enlightened people gave us the thumbs up sign."

"We arrived at our first job site, out at a farm, and were ordered off the truck as the farmer and his family came out to watch. There were just two overseers overseeing us. We were ordered to strip off everything except our work boots. The overseers strung a strong cord between our legs through all of our cock rings. They tethered us together by our cock rings, like we were animals or something. When the overseers opened up the cesspool hatch and ordered us to enter with our shovels, the stench was so overwhelming that we couldn't force ourselves into the cesspool."

"One of the overseers took the control whip and snapped it in front of us to scare us, but we couldn't enter the cesspool. He warned us that he would have to use the whip on us if we didn't go in, but we couldn't do it, so he and the overseer each took their whips and began slicing our backs. It gave such a horrible stinging feeling that suddenly the stench of the cesspool seemed as nothing compared to the sting of the whip. So we all entered the cesspool, in a line, tethered together by our cock rings."

"My detail mates and I worked as fast as we could to shovel out the problem, and when we climbed out of the cesspool, the overseers praised us. It felt so good to be back in the sunlight, and be praised by men who really knew that we did good work, and knew that the whip was needed in some cases. The overseers had special soap for us, and then they hosed us down. After we dried ourselves and got dressed, I was beginning to see what a special life servitude could be."

Brad put his hands in back of his head, in a posture of exposed submission, "For you see, my dear family, a servant isn't a special sort of person, but simply the kind of person all men should be. Dad, Andy, Jerome, sis, I am happy to be a controlled boy. I am happy to be a well-disciplined boy. For discipline and control are what enable me to serve at my peak capacity. I am happy to give up my freedom if that helps others. I am happy to know that punishment awaits me if I misstep. I am happy to be exposed if that helps me to focus on my service. I am at peace knowing that I cannot step out of my boundaries, because there are overseers watching over me at every step of the way to help ensure that I do not."

Brad slowly dropped his hands. His family remained speechless. As he started to pull up his clothes, he commented on them, "They let us wear these free boy clothes for visitors. It's for the benefit of the families. I do not want to be a free boy, nor do I pretend to be one." As he buttoned up his shirt he smiled at his family, "I am happy here. So happy. And I owe it all to you. Thank you all. Thank you so much!"

His father went up to Brad and hugged him in silence, and his siblings did the same. Nothing needed to be said. Brad was happy at last, and now his family knew it, believed it, and could accept his decision.

As Brad exited the visitor room, he thanked the guard who escorted him. The guard patted Brad on the back as he walked him back to his dorm cell, "You are such a good kid, Brad. I'm sorry I had to spank you the other night."

Brad patted the guard in return, "And you, Dean, are such a good overseer. I needed that discipline, and I was serious when I thanked you for doing the hard work that you have to do. I want to be kept in line, and I am grateful to you for helping me stay in line."

Brad and all five of his detail mates signed up the next day, voluntarily, for a lifelong term of indentured service, with the option of retirement at the age of 59.

The End

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