The Neighbor's New Hogboy Part Ten By Randall Austin
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Hunter Watson, Tagg Ashton, and Brady Logan, were greeted at the door by Mr. Patterson, "Come on in boys! Waylan is strapping Tommy down right now to the procedures gurney, and he'll be rolling Tommy out into the living room in just a few minutes."
The boys all thanked Mr. Patterson for his generosity, and complimented him on his cool house.
Tagg asked Mr. Patterson how Thomas was doing, "He's been pretty okay. When Waylan told him that his head and all of his body hair had to be shaved for the 4H3 presentation, because all servitors in 4H3 shows are presented nude, just like any other livestock, he was not too happy with that. But Waylan managed, with a few swats of the training strap, to get Tommy secured into the shaving chair and to get him shaved up all over earlier today."
The boys laughed and smiled.
Mr. Patterson then explained their good fortune, "I almost had to call you boys and tell you that you couldn't use Tommy for your 4H3 project because I have to sell him off. But my servitor dealership wants me to hold off for about 20 days or so because a group of Asian investors will then be in town looking for ripe young Caucasian boys. So if your 4H3 presentation is just two weeks away, that will work out just fine!"
Mr. Patterson collected the boys' jackets, told them to make themselves comfortable because he had to leave for a dinner party, and that Waylan and Thomas would be with them shortly.
The boys didn't have to wait long. The double doors to the living room opened up, and in came Waylan pushing a gurney with the naked Thomas strapped down to it. As he approached the three 4H3'ers Waylan waved at them and called out, "Here's your hog, guys, all trussed up and ready for your examination!"
Hunter responded, "This is great, Waylan!"
Hunter, Tagg, and Brady, gathered around the gurney and looked at their exposed friend. Thomas kept his eyes tightly closed, and there was a pained frown on his face.
Brady whistled, "Wow, look at you, Tommy. I can hardly recognize you; bald head, bald pubes, and bald pits!"
Waylan added, "Yeah, he's quite a pink little piglet!"
Everyone smiled at Brady's and Waylan's comments, as Waylan pointed out the security straps, "I've got him secured with a simple Velcro cuff to each ankle, and similar simple cuffs to each wrist. That's all that's needed here, and that way you guys can get to feel up all this little piggy's muscle groups that my dad and I have been working on to bulk-out and muscle-up."
"But the first thing one has to do to a servitor in order to help get their full cooperation for any activity is to do a little coddling!"
With Thomas's three friends gathered around the gurney, Waylan started to pet the naked Thomas on the chest, "Tommy, I want you to remain nice and calm now, as I show your friends your body, and teach them something about handling you during their presentation. We're not going to hurt you in any way. You're a good slave, and I am very proud of you."
Thomas's three friends were amused, and Tagg commented, "This is so cool, guys!"
Waylan nodded, "Yes, Tommy is such a sweet little boy when he behaves."
Waylan looked down at Thomas, "See, Tommy, you're friends are impressed, as well, with how nicely you are behaving."
After a bit of silence, Waylan stopped petting, and instructed the hog boy, "Okay, Tommy, spread your knees out as far as they can go, so your pals can get a good look at a hog boy's body!"
Thomas, his eyes still closed, winced, and did as instructed.
Waylan gave his friends the background on Thomas's servitor classification; "Tommy is being developed as, what the industry calls, a brawn select servitor'. Brawn selects' are more commonly called either hog boys' or pig boys'. `Brawn selects' serve the market that is after either super muscled or high definition servitors. We achieve the desired results through a combination of exercise, diet, supplements, and hormone and steroid therapy."
"Dad and I have just stopped developing him because we're selling him to some Japanese investors, and the word is that since we started him on hormone and steroid therapy, the investors will therefore most likely want to continue with his training and development as a hog boy for the Asian Market."
"Now on hog boys, what one is after, is getting really good definition from all of the major muscle groups. The price of the hog goes up according to the number of muscle groups that have achieved good development and high definition."
"The successful production of a full-service hog boy requires that all the major muscle groups be worked on, developed, and bulked out. The most important groups of muscles on hog boys that need to be developed are the obliques, biceps, abdominals, deltoids, erector spinae, quadriceps, rhomboids, gluteus, hamstrings, triceps, and the pectorals. But the most important of all, for hog boys, are the adductor muscles in the area of the inner thigh, because they are what, in combination with other muscle groups, enable hog boys to pull and lift really heavy loads."
Waylan proceeded with his presentation by pointing out each of the major muscle groups on the hog boy, and had each of the 4H3 members feel the muscles under discussion to give them a good sense of the boundaries of each muscle group.
The last muscle group Waylan presented was the adductors of the thigh and inner thigh. When Thomas's three friends, to whose images he had so frequently jacked off, each took turns feeling up and clasping his thighs and inner thighs, Thomas's cock began to erect.
There were smiles on the three faces of the young 4H3 members. Waylan smiled and commented, "As you may have noticed, there is one little muscle on this hog boy that we are not working out or trying to develop, and it's this little thing!" With that Waylan grabbed Thomas's almost fully erect cock and gave it a waggle, as Hunter, Tagg, and Brady, began laughing.
Waylan, pleased that he could entertain the older boys, continued, holding Thomas by his penis, "This thing, on a hog boy, is what we call in the servitor business, a troublemaker'. The reason we call it that is because a servitor's member' serves no useful purpose to anyone, and basically does nothing but sap the servitor of productive energy. That's why this hog's penis is probably going to be locked up and put permanently out of commission by the Asians, once they get Tommy in their hands."
As Waylan undid the ankle and wrist straps which secured Thomas to the gurney, he explained, "But it's a good thing you guys turned Tommy on, because now we're going to collar his cock, and his cock needs to be fully erect for the collaring."
"We're also going to be yellow striping' him, and fitting him with animal gloves'."
Waylan guided Tommy into an upright position, and off the gurney. Tommy opened his eyes to see what he was doing, noticing his friends only through his peripheral vision, and once in a standing position, he quickly closed his eyes; again as tight as he could.
Hunter asked Waylan, "What's with the cock collar', yellow striping', and `animal gloves'?"
Waylan answered, "You'll see in just a moment; but first I have to `bull ball' the slave!"
The three free boys gave questioning looks to each other as Waylan guided Thomas into a bent over position on the gurney, and then instructed him to spread his legs apart as far as he could.
With Thomas's large dangling ball sack in full view, Waylan grasped Thomas's scrotal sack with both hands and began to gently knead the servitor's bagged orbs.
As he did so, he spoke in an almost whisper, "Now Tommy, I know you're going to be a good boy and cooperate with us, and do all that I tell you as I instruct your friends in some of the more detailed aspects of servitor handling. I know you'll behave because you have made me proud of you so many times."
Tagg turned his head towards Brady, and asked, "What's Waylan doing?"
While continuing to fondle, knead, and gently stretch, Thomas's ball sack, Waylan answered, "This is called `bull balling', and it's where you get a hold of a slave by the very source of his pride and self identity, and as you massage his balls you sort of animal-whisper to him how proud you are of him. It really works; you let the hog boy know that you admire him as you give his man-sack a gentle massage, and he becomes much more malleable!"
Brady asked, "They teach you this stuff in your Young Handler's Club?"
Waylan was proud to answer, "Of course. Layfolk, that is people who are not around slaves on a daily basis, have no idea of all of the control techniques that are required and used to bring one of these hog boys into full submission!"
Hunter gave a chuckle, "Well it must be working. Tommy is taking his `bull balling' like a little lamb!"
Waylan continued to show off the finer points of `bull balling' to the three older boys he was trying to impress for a few more minutes. Once Waylan felt he had his hog nice and calm, gave Thomas's sack a nice firm grip, and then whispered to Thomas (so all could hear), "Atta boy! I am so proud of you! Now stand up nice and tall for us so I can continue showing your friends how to prepare you for your 4H3 presentation!"
Thomas complied without incident, while keeping his eyes closed. Waylan then began to put two strange looking, large, gloves on Thomas's hands, "To begin with, these gloves are what hog boys usually wear in service, gloves that accessorize them for the unique kind of service that hog boys provide. These gloves prevent hog boys from using their fingers, and thus help them to realize that they are now a different kind of creature; one who no longer controls himself, but who now needs to think differently, and concentrate on different things. These gloves help get hog boys away from thinking of themselves as individuals, and more as herd animals. Animal gloves effectively help a servitor realize that to be an effective laborer; he must rely on the help of other hogs in the herd, and the guidance of his overseers."
Once the large gloves were locked on Thomas's hands, Thomas indeed felt like a herd animal.
Waylan continued with his answer, "The cock collar is what goes around the base of the hog boy's erect cock, just in front of his balls, helps to keep the hog erect during his presentation, and to which the leash attaches by which you will be leading Tommy around during his presentation."
"And the yellow stripe is what identifies hog boys at public shows. It's a yellow stripe that we paint on, and goes from the hog's ass crack, up the back, neck, over its head, and down to the tip of the hog boy's nose."
Waylan put his left hand on Thomas's back, and with his right hand he began to jack the hog boy's dick. Waylan explained, "We need to get him rock hard before putting the collar on his dick. What we want to do is make sure he makes an impressive showing. The harder the dick presented at show, the higher you guys will score in your evaluation!"
Thomas let out a "No", and tried to turn away from the jacking Waylan. Waylan commanded, "Stay in place boy, so you can get properly jacked!"
Thomas only attempted to turn further away from Waylan.
"Tommy, do you want another spanking like the one I had to give you the other night? Do you want me to put you in your spanking vest and give you a good one right here in front of your friends?"
Tagg was incredulous, "Dude, you spank Tommy?"
Waylan gave a shrug, "He's a slave, isn't he? That's what one does to slaves who don't obey."
Waylan gave one last command, "Now Tommy, get over here or else your friends are going to get to see me put you into your spanking vest and give you a real, live, servitor spanking, just like they've seen slaves getting it in the movies!"
Brady let out a `Whew', and said, "Man, I wouldn't mind seeing that!"
Tommy, with a giant frown, quickly repositioned himself so Waylan could continue jacking him up. As Waylan continued with his jacking, he smiled at Thomas's three friends, "Isn't it cute the way slaves always do what they're told when they know a spanking is coming if they don't obey?"
Once Thomas was rock hard, Brady commented, "Wow Waylan, you really did a good job on Tommy! I never knew Tommy was packing such a monster!"
As everyone laughed, Waylan quickly snapped the cock leash around the base of Thomas's cock. Thomas let out a yelp, and cried, "It hurts. It's too tight!"
Waylan patted Thomas, "It's gotta be tight so you can't lose your erection. You won't feel a thing after a minute or so!"
Waylan snapped a leash on to the D-ring of the cock collar, and handed the leash to Brady, "Here, take Tommy for a little walk!"
Brady was happy to do so, and gave a tug of the leash as he started to walk. Tommy followed, his eyes half closed and filling with tears. Brady was smiling widely, "Hey, this is fun! Just like leading a little pet around!"
After a brief walk about the room, Brady gave the leash back to Waylan, who held up what looked like a broad-brush Sharpie, "This is the yellow-stripe applicator. The stripe is a tad over a half-inch wide. For the show you will want to pre-mark Tommy, so your yellow-stripe is nice and straight. But for now I just want to show you how you do this."
Waylan positioned the applicator inside the top of Thomas's ass crack, and then guided the applicator all the way up the slave's back, neck, back of head, around the top of the head, down the forehead, to the tip of Thomas's nose.
Thomas started to cry, but it was ignored by his friends, who complimented Waylan on the straight line that he managed to draw.
Hunter was impressed by the overall appearance, "That is so amazing! That yellow stripe really does the trick! It makes him look less human or something, more like livestock."
Waylan nodded, "That's the idea behind the stripe!"
There was a knock on the door, and Waylan exited the room to answer it. With Waylan out of the room, Tagg touched Thomas on the shoulder, "Hey bud, please don't cry. You look great. And I want to thank you, as I'm sure Brady and Hunter do as well, for allowing yourself to be a part of our 4H3 presentation."
Hunter joined in with, "That's right, dude!"
And Brady commented with, "This is real swell of you, and you look just like a real hog boy slave now!
Waylan entered the room accompanied by Kevin. When Kevin saw Thomas erect, cock-collared, animal gloved, and yellow striped', he let out a whistle, and called out, "Holy shit Waylan, I've never seen Tommy looking so slavey'!"
Waylan was about to introduce Kevin to Thomas's friends, but before he could do that Kevin interrupted, "Oh my gawd! I know you guys."
Kevin explained, "I don't know you personally, but would your names happen to be Hunter, Brady, and Tagg?"
Thomas's three friends all nodded and introduced themselves by their names, and asked how Kevin knew their names.
"I'm living with Thomas's father right now, and he is letting me stay in Tommy's room, and he gave me all of Tommy's things. Tommy's computer has a file with pictures of all of you guys which he obviously collected from the Web, along with poems he's written about all of you guys'; poems about how much he loves you, how he wants to suck Tagg's dick, how he wants Brady to fuck him, how he wants to lick Hunter's armpits, and so on. It totally grossed me out!"
Hunter shook his head in disgust, "Fuck man!"
Tagg looked at Thomas, "I'm gonna throw up! This is some really sick shit!"
Brady appeared to be hurt, "Oh man, Tommy, you're a fag! You've been a fag all along! You've been using us, man, to fuel your creepy homo fantasies!"
The anti-homo sentiments of three 18-year old free boys grew quickly, and Kevin suggested, "Since he loves you guys so much, I think you guys need to show him a little love in return."
What the three 4H3ers deemed to be their violated male pride needed some sort of revenge, and thus they were immediately open to Kevin's suggestion of giving Thomas a little `love' in return for his infatuation with them.
Kevin went up to Thomas and forcibly bent him over the gurney. Thomas let out a frightened yelp, Waylan tried to put a stop to whatever it was that Kevin was about to do to Thomas, but Kevin ignored what Waylan was saying, spat on his index finger, and started working his first digit up Thomas's ass hole with a fucking motion.
As Kevin finger fucked Thomas, he looked at the free boys with a lascivious smile, "This is what needs to be done to a perv animal-boy like Tommy!"
There were smiles and nods of agreement from the three 4H3ers.
Waylan tried to protest some more, but the fervor of the violated, and older, free boys prevailed, and eventually convinced Waylan that it was probably a good thing to let them get their revenge. And since Kevin was, after all, Thomas's cousin, which put Waylan's mind at ease, suggesting that it was probably an okay thing for Thomas's friends to have a little fun.
Kevin, holding Thomas down on the gurney in a bent over positioned, asked, "Which of you guys is first up to bat?"
As the three free boys looked at each other, Thomas called out, "Waylan, you have to stop this! This is not right!"
Brady, not waiting for Waylan's answer, went up behind Thomas and quickly unbuckled his slacks, and shoved them down along with his undies, as his right hand did a firm-up pumping of his dick.
Kevin, always prepared for misadventure, pulled a packet out of his pocket, "Need some lube?"
Brady took the package with a "Thanks, dude", tore open the lube, and squirted it on his dick like one would squeeze a fast-food package of mustard on a hot dog. He slimed his dick with the lube, put it to the hog's hole, and slowly worked it in.
When the hog boy felt Brady's dick against his anal sphincter, Thomas began to cry in utter defeat. Thomas's crying was music to Kevin's ear. Kevin, ever the chronicler, whipped out his cell and began camming the fun.
Thomas sobbed as Brady's spear-tipped man tool found it's way past his tight opening, and was able to finally snake its entire length up Thomas's hole. Brady began pumping slowly, and let out, in almost trance-like ecstasy, "Oh man, this is the best bitch hole ever!"
Hunter, Tagg, and Kevin were feeling vicariously what Brady was feeling as all three of their man weapons firmed up to pre-fuck proportions.
With his groin trembling in joy at his near release, Brady called out, "Oh my gawd, Hunter, Tagg, you're gonna love this! He feels better than that bitch, Melanie, we fucked last weekend!"
Once Brady shot his load, Tagg, eager to be serviced, asked Waylan if Thomas was any good at cock sucking. Kevin called out before Waylan could answer, "He's an ace at it; after all, he's a homo, and that's their specialty! He did a primo job on me when my dad and I had him caged in our basement. Just slap his face in order to fine-tune his sucking action!"
Kevin ordered Thomas on his knees to take Tagg's cock, but Thomas, sobbing, was slow to move. Waylan used Thomas's balking as an opportunity to show the older guys that he was in control of the hog, "Stop your whining, hog boy, on your knees, and start slurping Tagg's knob now!"
Thomas, aware that Waylan would delight in using the whip on him in front of his former friends, decided it was best for his hide to obey his young overseer, and recalled the words of the man he adored, fellow servitor Craig; it was the abusers rather than the abused who should feel shame. And he realized, as most slaves do after a few weeks in servitude, that it is always best to give into one's overseer's commands, no matter how demeaning or fruitless, humiliation is, after all, relatively pain free.
When Thomas finally looked up at Tagg, saw the face he had so frequently used to fuel his fantasies, he slowly opened his mouth as wide as he could, and began to smile inwardly. He was about to taste Tagg's footballer cock that he had so often eyed in lust when the four of them would go skinny-dipping in the summers.
Once Tagg had his cock down his former friend's throat, he smiled at the sucking Thomas, and asked, "Is this what you have dreamt about, Tommy pig?"
Thomas responded by slurping harder on Tagg's cock, almost as if to say, "Yeah, I have, you seem to be enjoying it, so go fuck yourself!"
The forbidden nature of the situation heightened the sexual tension for all the participants, and Tagg shot his load down the hog's throat in less than three minutes, accompanied by much moaning and sweating, that served to fuel Thomas's own arousal and acceptance at what he was being forced to do.
Thomas suckling action on Tagg's cock was so passionate, that once Tagg shot his load and had stopped his moaning, he was immobile, as if in a stupor, stunned by passion. All he could mutter as he pulled his tube out of Thomas's mouth was mutter a thrice repeated, satisfaction "Fuck!" as he tried to regain his breath.
Once Tagg had recovered, Hunter took command of the hog boy, without waiting for any word from Thomas's twerpy overseer; "Okay Tommy-ass, back over the gurney, and stick your ass out nice and high for your pal Hunter!"
Kevin handed Hunter a packet of lube, and Hunter grabbed it and tore it open without acknowledging Kevin. Kevin aimed his cell at Hunter's dick for a good closeup of him lubing up his dick.
When Hunter placed his dick tip to Thomas's hole, Thomas shivered in pleasure; Hunter's dick tip was physically hot, as if it had just been wrapped in steamed towels. Thomas could feel precum oozing its way through his erected hog boy shaft, as his mouth opened in a half-formed smile.
Brady commented, "The hog boy's erection is twitching!"
Hunter rubbed his dick tip all around the entrance to Thomas's hole, and asked, "Tell me Tommy, are you going to make me feel good?"
Thomas answered, "Yes".
Waylan snapped, "Answer him correctly, slave!"
"Yes sir, Mr. Watson, sir!"
Hunter smiled, "That was nice. I like hearing a slave be respectable to us free people!"
As Hunter slowly worked his probe up Thomas's hole, Thomas moaned and precum finally began to leak out of his piss slit.
Hunter found himself in full agreement with Brady's assessment, "Not only is his hole tighter and juicier than Melanie's, but his moaning is such pretty music!"
When Hunter finally had his dick tip up as far Thomas's hole as he could get it, and Thomas could feel his sweaty ball sack pressing against the back of his legs, Hunter cooed, "Oh!"
Thomas, although conflicted, was nevertheless overwhelmed by sensations of pleasure, and decided to get whatever he could out of the situation; with his anal sphincter he gave Hunter's rod a tight squeeze!"
Hunter's loins jolted in ecstasy, "Oh my gawwd, Tommy, you really are a fucking whore bitch!"
As Hunter began pumping, Tommy soon realized that he could control Hunter's sexual comments by sphincter squeezing Hunter's rod as he pumped.
"This is what you were born to do, slave; serve your best pal Hunter here by pleasuring his rod with your slave ass! Squeeze it some more, hoggy!"
Hunter reached around and squeezed both of Thomas's tits as he pumped, sweated, and moaned, his way towards a climax. As Hunter neared his moment of release, Thomas rewarded him by giving Hunter's rod the tightest sphincter squeeze of all as Hunter's rod began shooting out it's man contents.
Once Hunter had released everything he had up his footballer sack, he, exhausted, leaned over Thomas and held him as he collected his breath. Hunter's cheek was pressed against Thomas's, and Thomas could feel Hunter's breath mingle with his own.
Thomas's rod, which had been dribbling copious amounts of precum on the floor, inspired by the exhausted hug of his former friend, began to pulse on it's own. The smell and feel of Hunter, whom Thomas had lusted after for so long, gave his body the fuel it needed to auto-ejaculate.
While the others in the room were silent, pulling up their slacks as they recovered from the debauchery, Thomas was wide eyed and open mouthed as his body took in the sweat, smell, and feel, of his former buddy, as his dick jerked in waves of pleasure. As Thomas's cock shot rope after rope of cum, without physical stimulation, Thomas felt divinely rewarded for having put up with the evening's humiliation.
It was only as his cock twitched out it's last bit of cum that Tagg noticed, "Tommy just fuckin' shot a load of cum!"
Everyone took note and expressed their horror at the filthy, dirty minded, hog boy.
Tagg looked at Thomas in disgust, "Wow Tommy, you really are the fag of fags!"
Hunter, shocked that he was probably the one who caused Thomas to orgasm, needed to distance himself, "That's what homos do; they fuckin get their rocks off on us straight guys without us knowing about it. What a perv! Let's get the hell out of here!"
But Kevin, still heated from not having had his day's sperm buildup released, was not in the mood for the party to be over, "Hey, come on guys, you can't leave now! We need to teach Tommy a lesson. It's clear he's a dirty minded homo! We need to get him cleaned up of all the filth in his mind!"
Brady wondered, "What have you got in mind?"
"Well, I gotta pee real bad right now, and I bet you all do too. I say we give this dirty little hog a piss bath!"
The three footballers, all smiles, looked at each other, nodding in agreement.
Kevin took over, "Okay Tommy, it's cleanup time; we're marching you into the bathroom for your bath!"
Waylan tried to say something, but Kevin and the footballers all but ignored him; and Hunter surprised everyone by grabbing Thomas by his penis and giving it a tug, "Alright you little fag piglet, it's time for your bath!"
Kevin led the way to the bathroom, with Hunter pulling the yellow striped, cock-collared, and animal-gloved, piglet along by his penis.
Kevin ordered Thomas to get into the bathtub and recline on his back. Thomas did as ordered, and as Kevin and the three footballers began unzipping their slacks and pulling out their cocks once again, Waylan made himself heard, "Wait guys!"
Kevin was curt, "Shut up Waylan!"
Waylan, aware that he probably couldn't stop the older free boys from doing whatever they wanted to do, offered a request they could accommodate, "I have to take his animal gloves off! Those things are expensive!"
Kevin apologized, "Oh yeah, sorry dude! Go ahead and take them off."
As Waylan removed Thomas's animal-gloves, Tagg commented, "Let's see if we can wash that yellow stripe off his nose and forehead!"
Hunter, who was standing over Thomas's head, with his dick aimed at his face, ready to piss, responded, "That's a great idea. I'm standing over Thomas's head, so I'll work on washing Tommy's face and cleaning up that yellow stripe!"
Tagg standing over Thomas's chest, outlined his duties, "I'll work on making sure his body is nice and clean for his hard-labor duties!"
Brady smiled, "I've got his dick and balls covered, and will try to wash the dirty minded sex from his tackle."
Although Kevin had his dick out ready help with the bath, he didn't mind that he would be washing the most uninteresting part of Tommy, his feet and lower legs, since he wanted to concentrate on videoing Thomas's bath.
Once Waylan was out of the way with the animal-gloves, the free boys began pissing away to whoops and laughter. Thomas closed his eyes, and didn't mind one bit what was happening to him. And he was surprised that the `bath water' wasn't simply warm as he had imagined it would be, but almost hot.
The pungent smell of four varieties of free-boy urine, like four different fine white wines, aroused Thomas once again. He opened his eyes slightly so he could see the three big dicks of his former best buddies pissing on him. It was a sight and smell he would not forget.
When Hunter aimed his stream at Thomas's mouth, Thomas gurgled out most of it, but relished the flavor of what little bit he did swallow.
By the time the boys had emptied out their bladders, Thomas's yellow stripe was washed away from his nose, forehead, and head.
Waylan knelt down beside the bathtub and removed the cock leash about the base of Thomas's cock and balls that ensured that he maintained his erection. Once he removed it, all noticed that not only did Thomas's dick not begin to deflate after his recent sperming, but it began growing in size.
Brady commented, "Man, he just shot a load and he's still hard. I can see why his dad had him enslaved; he's a fuckin' non-stop randy animal!"
Everyone laughed as their tucked away their dicks and zipped up.
Waylan, confused and somewhat dazed, did not know what to make of the events that had just taken place, and was somewhat concerned about whether or not what he had just allowed to occur was an okay thing to do. But he put on a brave front, "I hope you have all learned something about how to control hog boys. You control them through plenty of whappings, jackings, and fuckings!"
The three 4H3ers, like most youngsters, wanted to get away from the scene of sexual release as fast as possible. Hunter quickly collected his and his friend's jackets, and cursorily thanked Waylan for the `great lesson', as they all made their exit, along with Kevin.
Although Thomas never expected to be in the situation he was now in, he was not surprised at the behavior of his former friends. He had been around them enough to know that they would most likely take cruel-boy delight in watching a servitor get degraded, treated like a farm animal, and raped, if given a chance.
After escorting Kevin and Thomas's `friends' out the door, Waylan, sheepishly, returned to the bathroom and addressed Thomas, "I guess they felt they needed to do that. I'm glad they're gone. After you take a shower, you should go back downstairs; it's almost your bedtime."
Once Waylan left the bathroom and closed the door, Thomas smiled broadly, luxuriating in his piss-cologne bath. Puddles of the hot footballers' piss had collected underneath his Adam's apple, in his belly button, arm pits, and his erect cock was surrounded in small puddles of free-boy stud piss.
Thomas grasped his erect cock, pleased to see that not only was hot-boy piss a most excellent cologne, but it also made a great jack-off lubricant.
Thomas was in joy as he came a second time, smiled and laughed the whole time he showered, and could hardly wait to get downstairs and tell Craig all about his asshole footballer `friends'.
Kevin heard his uncle knocking on this bedroom door, "Come in, Uncle Phil!"
Mr. Dayton entered Kevin's room, saw his just waking-up nephew stretching in bed, and asked, "Did you sleep well, Kevin?"
Kevin twisted his body in another stretch, and answered, "Oh yeah! Tommy's bed is so comfy!"
Mr. Dayton gave his reasons for the intrusion, "Sorry to interrupt, but I am off to the Farmers' Market, and wanted to know if you would like me to get you any special items."
"No, Uncle Phil. Thanks, but I have everything I need. I will be gone by the time you return. I will at the library all day doing school work, so if I get hungry I can eat at the commons."
As Mr. Dayton was about to leave, Kevin noticed the beads he held in his hands and asked what they were. Mr. Dayton responded, "I make jewelry as a hobby. This is one of the pieces I've just completed."
Mr. Dayton held up the piece for Kevin to see, and when Kevin just gave a head gesture that seem to suggest that he considered the piece of jewelry to be `nice', Mr. Dayton realized that Kevin was not into the finer points of jewelry and jewelry crafting, put the piece into his pants pocket, and left for the market.
Phil Dayton, on getting home from the Farmer's Market, had a message waiting for him from his son's owner, Paul Patterson, indicating that it was urgent that they meet as soon as possible. Mr. Dayton gave Mr. Patterson a call, and Mr. Patterson said that he would be over immediately.
Mr. Dayton led Mr. Patterson into his living room and invited him to have a seat, "Paul, you certainly have me wondering why you said that it was urgent that we meet."
"Phil, I am sorry to have to come to you with this news. As you know, I purchased Tommy's lease of indenturement chiefly because I wanted to help you out, so that parting with Tommy wouldn't be quite so painful on you, so that he could be near you while I trained him and put him through the `brawn select' training and bulking procedures."
"Unfortunately, Phil, it was a bad financial decision on my part. I thought that by the time I had Tommy trained, after 18 months, the hog boy market would have rebounded. While the domestic' servitor market is moving upwards, special category servitors, such as brawn selects', are steadily going down, and the analysts are expecting it to be down another 20% by the time I complete Tommy's training. The point is, I am already down and losing money by the minute, just for having purchased him through the government's `brawn subsidies' program. That program was the only reason I was able to afford Tommy in the first place."
Mr. Patterson winced, and continued, "If I try to sell Tommy off as a domestic servitor, I would not only lose more than I paid for him, but would owe the government more than $200,000 for defaulting on the loan."
There was silence. Mr. Patterson continued, "The only option left for me is to sell him as a `brawn select' to foreign investors. Even then I will be out at best, $70,000."
The silence continued, "I'm so sorry, Phil. I don't know what else to do."
Mr. Dayton was a sober and calm man, and took the news objectively, and knew that it needed to be reflected upon in order to properly assess it and the situation it affected. He led Mr. Patterson to the door, and each gave the other hugs and pats of shared loss and mutual support.
The first thing Mr. Dayton did, once Mr. Patterson left with the bad news, was go to his hobby desk to begin working on his latest piece of jewelry. For Mr. Dayton, jewelry making was an art, and it helped him to center himself, clear his thoughts, and relieve daily stress.
But the piece he had just completed was not where he thought he had placed it. He remembered that he had it with him when he spoke earlier with Kevin in his room, so he went upstairs to see if he had left it on Kevin's bureau.
It was not on Kevin's bureau or file cabinet, so he went to Kevin's computer desk. When he bumped Kevin's mouse, Kevin's computer came to life, and there on the computer screen was a video shot of his son.
Mr. Dayton sat down in the computer chair, and noted that it was a long video, almost two hours of footage. He hit the play button and heard the sound of Tommy crying, though the shot on the screen was a closeup of someone's penis as they masturbated.
He restarted the video from the beginning, and watched the entire thing.
At the end of the video Mr. Dayton was numb with pain, but sober. He sent a copy of the video to himself, went downstairs, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and called his lawyer, Saul Mautner.
"Saul, this whole thing is a nightmare. They are using Tommy to generate electricity for over four hours a day. That's got to be illegal, using a kid to do that kind of stuff."
Saul asked, "How rigorous was it? Was he in pain and breathless?"
"Well no. The pedaling pace is actually quite moderate, and the machine stops every ten minutes for a five minute break."
Saul did not want to be the bearer of bad news, but he had to be, "I'm afraid, Phil, that it doesn't sound like any kind of lease-breaking crime. Thomas is a servitor after all, and that is what servitors do; work! But why don't you go ahead and send me the video. I'll review it and see if there is anything untoward going on."
When Kevin returned home later that day, and after three glasses of bourbon, Phil Dayton was waiting for him. He called Kevin into his office, and asked, rather gruffly, where he had been.
"I was at school, Uncle Phil."
"At school? What school is it that you attend?"
Kevin was unprepared, "What school?"
"Yes, what school are you attending?"
Kevin had to think a bit, "Why, you know, Minneapolis Community and Technical College."
"Show me your student ID!"
"Uncle Phil?"
"I said, `show me your student ID'!"
Kevin stammered as he reached in his pockets, "Sure, Uncle Phil."
Kevin went through each pocket as Mr. Dayton stared at him.
"Uncle Phil, it must be in my locker room at school. I'm sorry."
Mr. Dayton stood up, "No, I'm the one who is sorry! Sorry for ever letting you come into this house and trusting you."
Kevin began to sweat as Mr. Dayton continued, "You are a liar and a beast. You spent all of yesterday having your way with my son, when you affirmed to me that you would be in school for the whole day. The time stamp on your little video showed me what you were doing and where you were throughout the day."
"What you did to Tommy is so despicable, so evil, that I want you out of here, now!"
Kevin's voice broke, "Uncle Phil, please. I have no place to go! Please don't kick me out!"
"You do have a place to go! Go back to your dad, my brother. He is not without a heart. Just go back to him, beg his forgiveness, admit all of your failings and lies, and he will accept you."
Kevin started to cry, "Oh gawd, please, Uncle Phil, don't do this to me. I have no money and no place to go."
"I am ordering you out of this house with confidence, because your father will take you in if you confess your failings to him. I know my brother, and that is why I can order you out of my house right now without compunction!"
Kevin was defiant, "No, you can't do this! I'm not leaving!"
"Kevin, what you did to my son was so horrible that I am afraid it will be a very long time before I can ever speak to you again. Now get out, and I mean now! If you are not out of here within thirty minutes, I will call the police. And you are no longer in possession of a single thing in Tommy's room. Nothing in this house any longer belongs to you."
Kevin, his pride and livelihood taken away in an instant, fell to his knees and began to bawl, "Please, Uncle Phil. I am so sorry. Please, please, don't do this to me. I don't know what happened to me yesterday. That wasn't like me. Please."
Mr. Dayton, out of sympathy, let his nephew cry at his feet for a couple of minutes, but his sympathy ended when Kevin, in a final and desperate ploy, reached a hand up to Mr. Dayton's inner thigh and began to gently rub it as an invite to sexual delights. Mr. Dayton backed away in disgust, and shouted, "You now have fifteen minutes to get the hell out of this house!"
To be continued...
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