The Neighbor's New Hogboy Part Eleven By Randall Austin
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Kevin was able to convince his friend Alicia to let him spend three nights at her place on the pretext that Mr. Dayton was having his bedroom remodeled and painted.
On the morning of the fourth day Alicia caught Kevin digging through her purse and pocketing her cash. She called him a `loser creep', threw a shoe at him, and said she was going to warn all of his friends about him on their favorite social media website.
When Kevin loudly called her a `fucking bitch cunt', Alicia's boy friend, Chester, came running into the room and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Listen twerp wad; I want you to apologize to Alicia!"
When Kevin said nothing, Chester twisted his arm. Kevin let out a yell, and shouted, "I'm sorry, Alicia. I didn't mean it. Things have just been rough on me!"
Chester let go of Kevin, shoved his jacket at him, and told him to get out.
Kevin got out as fast as he could, and now, too proud to go back to his dad and beg his forgiveness and understanding, was essentially homeless. As Kevin walked, not knowing what to do or where to go, without a dime to his name, he started to cry.
The tears led Kevin to offer a prayer, "Dear God, I'm afraid. You know I'm really a good guy, and care about everybody. I'm not like those assholes Chester and Alicia, who think they're better than me. Please lead me to where I'm supposed to be. Thank you, dear God."
When Thomas woke up, the first thing he did was to join Craig in his bed. Craig woke up and the two servitors each welcomed the warming and loving embrace of the other. Their hot and `morning erect' cocks found each other, and they soon started a steady humping rhythm.
When they started deep kissing each other, the speed of their humping increased. Both slaves enjoyed humping each other to orgasm in this fashion. As Thomas started to shift their positions so he could be on top of Craig, they heard the door to the basement opening. Thomas whispered, "Why is `fuck head' coming down here so early?" and quickly made his way back to his bed.
Waylan turned on the lights, and called out, "Tommy, you have to wake up extra early today, because today is the day I get to take you to the doctor for your physical. The Asian brokers who are coming here in a couple of weeks want quite a few tests run on you, so we're going to be at the doctor's office for several hours! So come along with me so I can get you all cleaned up!"
Waylan gave Thomas instructions, "You are to scrub yourself all over, and then put on these!"
`These' were the green, light cotton, servitor jump suits that marked its wearer as a lifer servitor. The cut of the jump suit was embarrassing for most servitors because it had butt and cock flaps, and D-rings about the length of it for fastening such things as leashes, tethering lines, carrying pouches, as well as a hook to hang a servitor paddle.
Out of the shower, Waylan attached a band made of woven carbon filament tightly about the base of Thomas's cock. Once Thomas had his jumpsuit on, the first thing Waylan did was to open the cock flap, attach a leash to the D-ring on the cock band, and run the leash through a hole in the cock flap.
Once Waylan had buttoned up Thomas's cock flap, he hung a training paddle to a D-ring located at the upper back of the suit. Waylan led Thomas, now looking like a very well-controlled servitor, to his father's car, and Mr. Patterson drove them to the doctor's office.
In the car Mr. Patterson instructed the overseer and his charge, "Waylan, you have to be with Tommy the whole time. He is not to leave your sight. The people at the hospital know this, but I want to remind you of how important this is."
"And Tommy, don't bother trying to do anything foolish, like escaping. Remember you had a chip implanted into your inner thigh on the first day you were indentured, and it can tell the authorities to within 20 feet of where you are located."
"Yes, Mr. Patterson. I am aware of that."
"One of the things they will be doing to you today is testing your implants."
"Tommy, I want you on your best behavior the whole time. Do whatever Waylan says! And I don't want you balking just because Waylan will have to be in the room with you for some very invasive procedures."
"And after your exam, Waylan and you will be taking a bus home, because I will be at a business conference. Remember to behave yourself on the bus, and don't make things difficult for Waylan in any way whatsoever. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Patterson."
Mr. Patterson smiled, "That's good. I know you'll be a good boy, Tommy, you always are. But I just want to make sure that you understand the rules, as you have not been in public since being indentured."
Kevin, a very `model handsome' young man, wearing a still good looking, expensive set of clothes, tried his hand out at panhandling on a street corner on which he felt certain that he would not run into anyone who he knew.
"Pardon me, sir, I seemed to have lost my wallet. Could you spare some change so I can call my wife?"
His request was met with, "Fuck you, drug-head! Where in the hell did you steal those clothes from?"
Although disheartened, Kevin tried another approach, "Miss, pardon me, but I seemed to have lost my wallet and cell. Could you by any chance spare a dollar so I can call my wife so she can come and pick me up?"
The request was followed by a shriek, with the woman running to a nearby police officer, pointing out Kevin and screaming, "Help, that man tried to accost me!"
Kevin quickly made his way off of the busy street, realizing that he lacked strong panhandling skills.
Waylan, more so than Thomas, was surprised by the arrival of two male `Candy Stripers' in the exam room who appeared to be even younger than Waylan. They were dressed in the red and white striped uniforms typically seen on young female candy stripers.
They were very nice as they approached Thomas in his slave-green jumpsuit, "Hello big fella! I'm Jason, and my friend here with me is Buckster, and we need you to scoot up on the exam table and have you recline on your side so we can give you your enema!"
Thomas, taken aback at the age of the two male candy stripers, balked. Waylan offered encouragement to Thomas, which was actually for the purpose of showing the two young candy stripers that he was in charge, "Come on Thomas, do as the nurse's aids ask."
Before Thomas could react, Waylan was eager to show off even more of his authority to the young hospital aids, "Thomas, come on now, scoot up there; or do I have to give you another spanking like the one I had to give you the other night?"
Thomas did as ordered, and Jason undid the butt flap of his servitor jumpsuit as Buckster prepared the enema bottle. Jason, as a candy striper, was trained in offering comforting words to patients, "What a well-behaved young servitor you are, and what a pretty jump suit you're wearing!"
Once Jason had the butt flap open, he gave Thomas's buttocks a rubbing as he offered yet more words of, what he believed to be, soothing encouragement, "There, there! Now this isn't going to hurt at all! We just want to help you to go poopy-poopy so you're nice and clean for the doctor!"
Kevin, walking past a restaurant with sidewalk service, noticed a pretty blond waitress putting down two serving plates of delicious looking food onto a table with no occupants. The chairs at the table, although covered with jackets, were empty, suggested correctly to Kevin that their occupants were in the rest rooms.
He grabbed a handful of food from the plates and scarfed them down. The sauce, from the handful of food he grabbed, stained his expensive looking clothes to a serious degree; but he didn't notice because he was hungry.
Kevin managed to scarf several more handfuls of food from off the plates before he was discovered by the wait staff, and managed to make a successful escape.
After Thomas's enema, the candy striper Jason had Thomas stand up and undid the front flap, "Now we have to open up your peepee flap so we can get a urine sample.
Once the flap was open, Jason handed Thomas a specimen cup, "It's tinkle time!"
Thomas, not able to make eye contact with anyone, said, "I can't go in front of anyone. I'm shy."
Buckster replied, "We have to be here. It's the law, so that it can be verified that the sample is from you."
Jason added, "But it's okay. We're very used to pee-shy patients. We have lots of time."
Kevin, his shirt and jacket covered in food stains and his hair disheveled, and realizing he was in the area of an old, long out of touch buddy, Cody Dodson, decided it was time to reconnect.
Cody smiled on seeing Kevin and invited him in, "How have you been Kevin? What's been going on?"
"I was going to call you later this week, but since I was in the area I decided to pay you a visit. I have some tickets to next month's Clam Boys concert, and wondered if you would like to go with me?"
"That would be great, Kevin!"
"Swell, man!" Kevin, because of the awkward situation, paused a bit before continuing, "Cody, I'm wondering if I could use your bathroom downstairs to freshen up a bit. I was just at the Maple Syrup Restaurant down the street, and this dipshit waitress spilled food all over me. And my hair got all messed up in the process. It was a real nightmare."
"No problem, go help yourself, Kevin."
Kevin knew that Cody's basement bathroom had a door that connected to his bedroom, and once in the bathroom he quickly went into Cody's bedroom and took one of the nicest dress shirts he could find. In the bathroom he took off his soiled jacket and shirt, put Cody's expensive shirt on, and then started to put his soiled shirt back on over Cody's shirt.
As he was buttoning up his shirt to hide the stolen shirt, Cody opened the bathroom door unannounced, "There's some hair gel in the top drawer... What the fuck? That's my shirt man. That's a two hundred dollar shirt! Take it off, right now!"
Kevin, scared and unprepared, thought for a second that his best response would be to run out. As he tried to move, an angry Cody grabbed him by his soiled shirt and gave it a yank, tearing it down the front.
When Kevin turned to try and get away, Cody grabbed Kevin's lightweight jacket, which also received a small but very prominently located tear, and shouted, "Just give me my shirt back, okay?"
Kevin, frustrated and embarrassed, did as requested.
No more words were exchanged as Kevin left Cody's house, wearing a jacket and shirt that were both soiled and torn, and with his hair, after the struggle, extremely disheveled.
He felt like crying again, but he was too desperate and worried to cry. He didn't know what to do. For a moment he thought about offering another prayer, but realizing that his last one didn't work, knew that it was time, instead, for some rather more direct and focused measures.
Once Thomas was able to finally pee in the sample cup, he started to button up his front flap, but Jason stopped him, "Oh no, we're not finished with Mr. Peepee yet! We need you to take off your jumpsuit, scoot up on this exam table, and put your legs in the stirrups, so we can hook you up to the `stimulator' so we can collect a sperm sample from you."
Thomas swallowed, and his throat went dry. Waylan was happy to offer further encouragement, "Come on Tommy, get naked so the boys can jack you off!"
Jason was quick to counter Waylan, "Oh no, we don't do it." Jason pointed to a machine, "This machine, which we call the TREE, obtains the sample through trans-rectal electro-ejaculation!"
Thomas turned his back to everyone and removed his jumpsuit. Once naked, Buckster guided him into position on the exam table, as Jason rolled the TREE into position.
Once Thomas was reclining on his back, Buckster guided his feet into the stirrups that kept his legs raised up in the air and parted. This made access to his butt hole easy for Jason, who lubed up a steel rod with a small bulb at the tip, and explained its purpose, "This little ball at the end will stimulate your prostate." Jason then worked the lubed-up, bulb-ended, rod up Thomas's hole.
Jason then took a vibrator to Thomas's flaccid cock, "Now we have to get you nice and hard before we fit you with the `penis sleeve'."
Thomas closed his eyes as his cock began to erect. Once Jason had obtained a solid erection from the hog boy, he grabbed its cock, lubed it up, and then worked it into the sleeve of the auto ejaculator unit.
Jason went to the controls of the TREE unit, called out, "Okay Tommy, here we go!" and turned on the auto ejaculator.
Thomas, who had been tense, immediately relaxed every muscle of his body, as he involuntarily opened his mouth, and started to moan quietly as the machine did its work.
Waylan was getting turned on by the spectacle, and asked the candy stripers, "It looks like that machine is having quite an effect on Tommy. I bet it feels really good! Have you guys ever hooked yourselves up to that thing?"
One of the young candy stripers flashed a look of annoyance at Waylan, while the other gave him a look of disgust.
When Thomas's moans started to get louder than the whirr of the ejaculator machine, Jason knew that Thomas was about to shoot. Once Thomas began to shoot his sperm load, the TREE display showed Jason the amount and weight of Thomas's ejaculate. Jason was pleased, and complimented Thomas, "Good work. You shot quite a high volume of ejaculate!"
As the two candy stripers were helping Thomas down from the exam table, an orderly dressed in green scrubs entered the room, and addressed the candy stripers, "Ah, good work, boys! You are right on schedule with the Dayton kid's prep work, so I will be on time when I take him to the examining physicians."
"All that is left for you to do is lay him out on the dissecting table and give him a total scrubbing and sanitizing rub down!"
The two young, male, candy stripers were beaming from the praise they received from their orderly mentor, Rod Callahan.
As the two candy stripers led Thomas to the steel dissecting table, Rod warned them, "I want you two to be aware, that once you start rubbing down certain parts of a hog boy's anatomy with that 99% alcohol solution, he'll be doing a little screaming. But it's important that you get plenty of solution at least two inches up his rectum, and the head of his penis needs to be dipped into the solution for about a minute. Remember, the rubbing solution is completely harmless, so just ignore his yelling and keep rubbing him down!"
Waylan wondered about the dissecting table, "What kind of table is that, made of steel, and with all of those holes?"
Rod answered, "It's the same kind of table used to dissect deceased slaves. A table like this allows all of the blood and other liquids from a dissection to drain away so that pathologists don't have to deal with it."
"This kind of table also allows the candy striper boys to achieve the ultimate cleansing. By rubbing down a subject with alcohol, then rinsing it off, every last vestige of microbial life can be flushed away down the holes of the table, leaving a clean specimen for the physicians to examine!"
One candy striper took a spot at Thomas's chest area, and the other located himself at the slave's pelvis area. They both squirted the antiseptic on parts of the Thomas's body, and began washing Thomas with latex-gloved hands. Once they finished cleaning a section of Thomas's body, they rinsed the area clean with a little hose, and then did a second alcohol washing of the same area.
Once Jason scooted up Thomas's behind and began swabbing his anus with the alcohol, Thomas yelled. As Jason worked the cleaning rag with his gloved hand deeper into the servitor's hole, Thomas yelled some more. Jason did as instructed and ignored Thomas's outbursts. As soon as Jason shot the rinsing water on and in Thomas's hole, Thomas quieted down.
The second alcohol wash down of Thomas's butt hole proceeded exactly like the first one, with Thomas yelling and Jason ignoring him.
When Buckster grabbed Thomas's cock for its cleansing, Rod reminded him, "Remember to pull the foreskin all the way back, and hold on to it the whole time to keep it retracted for the whole time you dip his penis in the solution. And remember that you need to keep his penis submerged for 60 seconds."
He also instructed Jason, "Get ready to help hold Thomas down should he start bucking.
As they had been warned, Thomas screamed when his fully retracted dick was placed in the solution, and Jason indeed did have to hold Thomas down to the table by the waist.
Buckster, securely holding on to Thomas by his dick, offered the kind of encouragement he was trained to offer servitors, "Easy there, big fella! Not too much longer to go!"
Waylan asked why Thomas had to get such a thorough washing and rub down in order to see the physicians. Rod answered, "They will be doing all kinds of tests on Thomas to check on how resistant he is to disease, what body modifications he'll be able to withstand, and so on."
Waylan was interested, "Body modifications?"
The orderly nodded, "Oh yeah! Asians like to do some pretty weird stuff to their white-boy servitors."
Waylan was now really interested, "What kind of stuff?"
Everything from removing teeth for certain kinds of drayage service, adding extreme body ornaments, such as rings and permanent bells, to even such things as castration and `stumping'."
Waylan's eyes were wide open, "Stumping?"
"That's actually pretty common over there. Stumping' is where they cut the head of the penis off. Servitors who are stumped' can still do and feel everything with their cocks, just the way we normal guys do, but the Asians use `stumping' simply as a common way of marking lifer servitors."
In fact, it's not even considered a big deal any more in that part of the world, since you see so many slaves working out in public with stumped dicks!"
As Buckster rinsed off Thomas's penis and relieved him of his misery, Waylan sought to add a little more, "Did you hear that Tommy? They're probably gonna' cut the tip of your dick off!"
Phil Dayton, Thomas's father, felt that he owed a visit to his brother, Bob.
"Come on in, Phil. It's been quite a while since you were over. I think the last time you were here was when we had to put Tommy into the cage downstairs, so he wouldn't do anything foolish before the handlers arrived."
It was a painful memory for Phil. As they took a seat in Bob's living room, Bob asked his brother how things were going.
"I have to tell you, it's been pretty awful. Just before coming here I stopped by my house, and saw that I had been burglarized."
Bob let out a sympathetic, "Oh no! That's awful! What's missing?"
"I did a walk through with the police, and the main thing they took was about $10,000 worth of gems from my jewelry making supplies. They also took some of Becky's antiques."
Bob nodded his head in sympathy, as Phil continued, "But the robbery is the least of my worries. Becky is still living with her sister. She says she wants a divorce because of the way I had Tommy indentured. When I try to talk to her, she just hangs up on me after a bit. It's been very hard on her. And me."
After a slight pause, Phil continued, "The other thing I had to do, and which I suspect you do not know, is that I had to let Kevin know that he was no longer welcome at my house. It was difficult for me, and I am not going to discuss the reasons why with you. But I did tell him to contact you and talk to you about it, that you would give him a hearing."
Bob was understanding, "I appreciate your letting me know. I know Kevin can be a bit overbearing at times. Do you know where he's staying and how his schooling is going?"
"Bob, I really don't where he's staying. But I can tell you he has not been going to school."
Bob shook his head, and was hurt by the news, "Shit! I just hope he calls me. I'll take him back, but he's going to have to live by my rules."
Both brothers were upset. But Phil was near to tears, "I'm afraid having Tommy indentured was the biggest mistake of my life. I've been talking to my lawyer, but things don't look good there. He warned me before having Tommy indentured, that it would be near impossible to turn the court order around."
When it was time to leave, the brothers hugged for a long time, as they offered each other words of encouragement and support.
Thomas and Craig, although naked and huddled together in a warm embrace, were both crying.
"I'm pretty certain after all that I've been through today, that Mr. Patterson is going to sell me to some foreign servitor brokerage firm. And I'm very afraid that I won't be able to live without you, Craig."
"Oh Tommy, I feel the same way. This is too painful for me to imagine. You are what have made my life bearable in these last few months. This is a blacker day for me than the day I was indentured."
Craig sought to offer a ray of hope, although it was a slender ray, "My friends are trying to raise money for my legal defense to prove that I have been wrongly convicted. If it should happen that one day I am ever freed, I will look for you, find you, and get you freed as well. I promise you this with my whole heart.
The two servitors, bonded in a tight embrace, cried as they occasionally reached out to pet and squeeze each other. When sleep finally came, their pillows were tear soaked.
To be continued...
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