The Neighbor's New Hogboy Part Twelve By Randall Austin
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Kevin gave Waylan a call from his 2001 red Camaro. It was his thinking that by stealing an older car he would be less likely to be noticed by the authorities.
"Waylan, dude, how they hanging?"
Waylan gave a reply to which Kevin paid little attention, and to which Kevin replied, "That's great! Hey listen, is your dad at home?"
When Waylan told Kevin that his dad was gone for the day, Kevin continued, "Listen, best buddy; I'm in the neighborhood. I really like hanging out with you, dude. Whaddya say I drop by? I got some booze with me; we can get high, and then maybe have a little fun with the slaves! How about it?"
Waylan balked a bit, not really knowing if it was okay to let Kevin do the things he knew Kevin liked to do to the slaves. Waylan knew deep down inside of himself that Kevin was using him to a certain degree; but he liked hanging out with an older guy who was really `cool' in his eyes, and who flattered him with just enough compliments that it always made it hard for him to deny his requests.
So Kevin, an older and wiser conniver than Waylan, had no difficulty in eventually obtaining an invite from Waylan for some good, old-fashioned, down-home, fun-time, slave-baiting.
Kevin, his dick firming as he thought of the fun things he would soon be doing with Thomas and Craig, and eager to begin the fun, put the pedal to the metal a little bit more than would normally be considered wise by someone who had been drinking and travelling about in a stolen vehicle.
When, a short time later, he heard an emergency vehicle's siren coming up behind him, he immediately pulled over to the side of the road to let the fire truck pass.
But it was no fire truck. It was a police car, and it pulled up in back of Kevin's Camaro.
Kevin could hardly make out the amplified voice coming from the police car, "Get out of the car. And put your hands on your head!"
By the time Kevin was finally out of the car with his hands on his head, two other patrol cars had arrived. Traffic directives were quickly set up about the perimeter of Kevin's stopped car, and soon Kevin was surrounded by four police officers, with another three officers checking out the stolen Camaro.
Kevin heard lots of radio chatter, but could make out none of it. Once the police had collected Kevin's driver's license, he was led to a police car and placed into a back seat. In the front seat of the car were two officers, each retrieving data from onboard computers.
Kevin heard the comments of law enforcement from the car and from headquarters, "Suspect in custody is a white male, 5 feet, 11 inches, approximately 170 lbs."
One of the officers who was searching the car came to the driver's window and reported to the officers, "The Camaro has stolen items from six of the reported robberies in the neighborhood that occurred over the last three days, including items reported stolen from the two businesses that caught the suspect on their surveillance cameras. Have headquarters send you the vids from Swisher's Pawn Shop, and Cindy's Cashmeres."
In no time the videos arrived, and the two officers in the car, and the one standing outside the car, as well as Kevin, watched the videos. After only a few seconds of footage the officer in the driver's seat gave a satisfied nod, "Yup, that's our man in the back seat!"
The officer spoke to headquarters, "We have our suspect from the two videos. We have items recovered from six recent robberies, as well as the stolen Camaro the suspect was driving. This is a closed case, so you better send out `the van' along with a medic."
Kevin was sweating, and fearfully asked, "What do you mean `send out the van' along with a medic? What's going on officer?"
The officer looked at Kevin through the rear view mirror, "Since this is what we call a `settled' or closed case, meaning that if brought to trial there would be a 100% chance of a jury finding you guilty, it means you will be taken directly before a judge who will pass sentence. The van is where we will get you ready for your visit before the judge. Because you will almost certainly be given a term of indenturement rather than imprisonment if you are physically qualified, a physician will be giving you an exam and checking your medical records out to make sure you're fit for servitude."
Kevin's voice was breaking like a frightened child's, "What are they going to do to me in the van?"
"The boys in the van will get you braced, trussed, corseted, clamped, and haltered, for your trip to the judge. New servitors have to be properly rigged when appearing before the judge for sentencing."
Kevin began to cry, "No, officer. Please, let me go. I would rather die than be a slave! Please let me go. I just had some hard luck and did some dumb stuff. I'm really sorry! Please let me go."
The second officer tried to calm Kevin, "Try to calm down. It's not going to be bad at all if you do as you're told."
Kevin was bawling, "I can't do what I'm told. I was meant to be free! Officers, please let me go. I'm a good guy. I'm not like other people, like all those drug dealers and assholes. I go to church every Sunday."
The officer was about to tell Kevin to get a grip on himself, but didn't when Kevin put his face in his hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.
A big white police van pulled up in back of the police car. An officer came and opened the back door for Kevin, "Mr. Dayton, if you'll step out of the car I can take you to the agents from Social Services."
Kevin didn't move, but clutched the seat, and cried, "No! No. Please, NO!"
The officer reached down and took Kevin by the hand. Kevin followed, sobbing as the officer led him to the rear of the van. The officer knocked on the van, the door opened, and inside were three technicians from Minnesota State Social Services, dressed in black slacks and blue shirts, over which they were wearing white hospital scrubs, as well as a physician dressed in green scrubs.
As soon as the van door closed, one of the technicians instructed Kevin, "Go ahead and remove all of your clothing, including any jewelry."
Once Kevin was totally bare, the physician began examining him. The three State Social Service workers stood and watched the physical with their arms folded.
The physician did a fast but thorough physical exam of Kevin and his medical records, and spoke to the technicians, "His medical records and current condition are all good. He is available for service."
The physician looked at the head technician, "Do you need an erector check on this one?"
"Yes we do."
The physician touched Kevin on the arm and grabbed a vibrator, "The technicians need me to do one last procedure on you. Would you please recline on this exam table?"
Once Kevin was reclining, the physician started to stimulate his penis with the vibrator. Once Kevin was moderately hard, the physician stopped the vibrator, and lifted up Kevin's penis to give the technicians a good view of it, and asked them "Is this good enough, or do you need to see more turgidity?"
The head technician nodded, "He's got good stamina and speed, but I would like to see how much longer it takes for him to achieve maximal arousal."
The physician did some more work with the vibrator, and soon Kevin was hard as could be. The physician pulled Kevin's cock as far back as it could go, then let go of it, causing it to snap back on Kevin's belly with a plopping sound.
The technicians smiled at the cock snap as the head technician approached the reclining Kevin, "Okay, the doc says you're good to go. My name is Stag, and my boys and I just need to do a few things to you so you're properly geared-up to stand before the judge; and then we can be on our way to the court house!"
Kevin could hardly take in the words of the head technician, and when another technician started to fit him with a pair of steel leg braces, he propped himself up and cried, "What are those things? What are you doing to me?"
Stag touched Kevin on the shoulder, and as he guided him back down into a reclining position, answered, "Relax. These are nothing but leg braces."
Kevin winced, "Why are you putting leg braces on me?"
The head technician was skilled in the contemning techniques used by professional servitor handlers, and talked down to Kevin as if were a child, "Now, now; don't you worry about a thing. These leg braces are just going to help assure that you assume the proper posture and gait when appearing before the judge."
Once Kevin was braced, one of the technicians ordered him to lay on his back, and instructed, "Now gather your arms in back, and clasp your hands together so we can get you properly trussed!"
The truss consisted of banding his upper arms, and attaching the bands together by means of a cord, and of banding his arms together by the wrists. Kevin asked, "Why are you tying my arms together behind my back."
The trussing technician was matter of fact, "Hennepin County rules!"
Once Kevin was trussed, the technician instructed him, "Now let's get you into a standing position so we can get you corseted."
The technician helped Kevin get off the exam table and guided him into a standing position, as the other assistant technician approached him with a servitor `water corset'.
The corset, made of a thick elasticized fabric, was off-white, and 13 inches wide. The technician fitted the corset about Kevin's lower torso, tightened it, and then cinched its straps to secure the hold. Kevin complained, "It's too tight. What is this for?"
Stag answered, "If the judge sentences you to a term of indenturement, you will be taken immediately to the marketing team. The corset, along with other measures, gives the marketers a clear picture of your body mass, body water, and body fat, ratio. And with those measurements they can tell if you are going to end up being a fatty boy once you get little older. If you are, then that will go into your record so that whoever ends up owning you will know to put you on a restrictive but healthy diet of various grasses, raw oats, and servitor `health biscuits'."
Kevin sobbed, some tears came to his eyes, and Stag, holding a penis clamp, offered comfort, "There, there, little fella! You'll feel better once we get you clamped."
Kevin immediately got out of his bout of despair when Stag grabbed his penis and worked it into the tube of the penis clamp. The penis clamp consists of a silicone tube, into which the penis is inserted. A sleeve is then placed over the tube, and by means of straps about the sleeve that circle about the upper legs, the penis clamp is secured in place.
Kevin was worried, "It hurts, it's too tight! What's this thing for? Take it off."
Stag patted Kevin on the shoulder, "Calm down now, little one. You should be grateful for it. We will be leading you through the courthouse, and you don't want everyone to see Mr. Willy, now, do you?"
Kevin gave a pained and wincing "No", almost as a child would. "What's it for?"
"The marketers will be hooking your penis tube up to a machine, so they can learn some things about you."
"What kind of things?"
Stag rubbed Kevin on the back, and continued to speak to him as though he were a child, "You'll find out soon enough. You need to stop worrying about things from now on, because from now on free people will be doing all of your worrying for you. You will soon no longer have anything to worry about. From now on free people will be doing all the really hard and important stuff for you. You just have to do as you're told, and you will never have to worry about anything ever again."
The assistant technician approached Kevin from behind and placed a two-inch wide heavy fabric halter about his chest, and secured it in the back. The fabric portion that covered each of Kevin's nipples was padded and was a circular cut of four inches in diameter, making the halter resemble something like a male bra.
Kevin's humiliation peaked, "What is this thing? Why did you put this on me?"
The technician answered, "It's your halter. The back of the halter is studded with D-rings, and to those we will be attaching your reins as we lead you about the courthouse."
Kevin felt like a creep, deeply ashamed of the way the technicians had kitted him out. If he could, he would have covered his face with his hands; but because he could not, he began bawling without being able to cover his face.
Stag went up to Kevin, wiped his tears and snotty nose with tissues, and gave him a few gentle pats on the behind. He then began to gently rub Kevin's freshly enslaved rump, "Now, now, little server boy. You'll get over it, and soon will get used to all of the stuff that your handlers have to do to you on a regular basis. In the old days, all this stuff used to hurt like hell, but now all this stuff is safe and completely padded; and if you don't see yourself in a mirror, you won't even know that you're rigged up with all of this stuff."
"And always remember, as long as you're an obedient boy, the handlers will never ever have to do anything to hurt you."
Stag pushed a button and spoke to the driver of the van, "We're ready to roll back here!"
As the van started on its way, the two assistant technicians started attaching the guide reins and control leashes to Kevin's servitor halter.
Phil Dayton listened to the information his lawyer, Saul Mautner, was giving to him, "There is absolutely no problem, legally, with Mr. Patterson using his two servitors in training to spend part of their day on the pedal generator. From the video you provided, it is nothing extreme. Thomas is being trained as a `brawn select' servitor, and the time he spends generating electricity for the Patterson's use is nothing any more strenuous than any standard exercise treadmill."
"However, there is a real problem with some of the other things I saw in that video. It shows your nephew raping Thomas. I am obliged to report it to the Minnesota State Social Services Authority, and when I do, Mr. Patterson, almost certainly, will be presented with a hefty fine for not providing proper oversight of the junior handler he employed, who I believe was his son."
Mr. Dayton was excited, "Does that mean Tommy will be released from servitude?"
Saul put up a hand to quell Mr. Dayton's hope, "No, I'm not suggesting anything like that, because it is very unlikely, as far as I know, that such a transgression would be grounds for manumission; please don't get your hopes up! I am not a specialist in servitor law, especially with the fine legal points of Minnesota's complex Social Services system. But what I do know is that what I saw in the video does constitute rape; and state licensed servitor trainers, such as Mr. Patterson, are held accountable for such infractions."
The processing van holding the newly indentured Kevin Dayton parked in a receiving gate of the Hennepin County Court House, and the officers led Kevin to a receiving gate, where two court house police officers received the braced, trussed, corseted, clamped, haltered, and trembling, Kevin Dayton.
Once in the admissions room, an officer draped a one-foot wide yellow cloth about Kevin's hips, cinching it tightly by its Velcro fasteners. The officer commented, "This will keep you decent before the public. Because even though your penis is clamped, there could be youngsters in the courtroom."
Kevin asked, "Why will there be people in the courtroom?"
The officer answered, "The sentencing of the criminally indentured is always open to the public, so that the good people of Minnesota can see that justice is being done."
When it was time for Kevin's sentencing, the courtroom door was opened by the bailiff, who gave a nod to the officers to indicate that the judge was ready for the next case.
The officers led Kevin to a position before the judge by a leash attached to his halter. Kevin could only walk with slow, hobbled, steps because of his leg braces. There were people in the courtroom of all ages, and seeing them made Kevin cringe in shame. His hobbled walk, his hands trussed behind his back, his halter, his corset, his braces, the fact that he was being led by a leash, and a yellow apron that seemed to highlight his now totally controlled life, made Kevin let out some sobbing heaves.
Once in position before the judge, Kevin was surprised to see that he was relatively young for a judge. The judge, 34-year old Marcus Spelling, gave Kevin a look over before he began, "Kevin Miles Dayton, we have quite a record of your activities over the past several weeks. We have a video record from a computer you used, which was provided to us by your uncle, Phillip Dayton; we have a video from your cell phone which was confiscated from your person today at the time of your arrest; we have surveillance videos of you from two of the stores you recently burgled, Swisher's Pawn Shop, and Cindy's Cashmeres; plus the stolen car and the stolen goods which you were transporting in that vehicle."
"Kevin Miles Dayton, the charges leveled against you are serious, and your guilt in all of the charges has been proven and confirmed by the evidence provided."
"For the rape and torture of servitor-in-training Thomas Dayton you are hereby sentenced to five years hard labor servitude; for the encouraging of thee post-minor males, Hunter Watson, Tagg Ashton, and Brady Logan, to physically and sexually abuse servitor-in-training, Thomas Dayton, you are hereby sentenced to an additional four years of hard labor servitude; for the felony theft of goods in excess of $25,000 you are hereby sentenced to an additional two years of hard labor servitude; and for driving a stolen vehicle with a blood/alcohol concentration in excess of .10 you are hereby sentenced to one year of public works drayage servitude."
"Kevin Miles Dayton, in accordance with the sentencing guidelines of Minnesota State, I hereby sentence you to a total term of twelve years indenturement, with your initial lease under the administration of Hennepin County Social Services, for Hennepin County to keep, promote, or sell, as it deems appropriate."
"Please know that under Minnesota's enlightened `Servitor Grace Program for the Criminally Indentured', good behavior can shorten your term of indenturement by as much as 40%, but insubordinate behavior can extend your term of service indefinitely."
Robert Dayton, Kevin's father, sitting in the courtroom, began to sob.
Judge Spelling instructed Kevin, "Kevin Miles Dayton, you are now an indentured servant, property of the State of Minnesota."
The judge then nodded to one of Kevin's guards, "Officer, please remove Mr. Dayton's genital apron."
Kevin, nervous, whispered to the officer, "Why do you have to take it off? You told me the apron was put on me because there could be minors in the courtroom. Well there are minors in this room!"
The officer explained, "That was only in case you were found not guilty. You are now a servitor of the state. You need to know now that as a servitor you, just like an infant, have certain and limited rights. Like an infant, you are guaranteed the right to nurturing care; but just like an infant you have no right to privacy, so it no longer makes any difference if anyone sees you nude or clamped."
The officer removed the apron from Kevin's waist, and now his penis clamped wiener and freely exposed hanging balls were visible for all to see. More embarrassed by the penis clamp being on display than his dangling slave balls, Kevin's face and chest turned red.
Once Kevin was de-aproned, Judge spelling continued, "Kevin Miles Dayton, servitors in the state of Minnesota have more laws protecting their well-being than any other state in the union. But good behavior and a helpful attitude are expected from servitors at all times, and all of our state's behavior guidelines will be spelled out for you during your orientation later today. But by law I am compelled to inform you of the consequences of failing to obey orders from your legally appointed owners, overseers, trainers, and officers of the law. Failure to obey any and all rules and commands will result in the administration, in a summary fashion, of appropriate punishment."
"Punishments are divided into four categories. `Reflective' punishment, the lowest level procedure, includes such things as being tethered to a post or a wall for a period of time, various types of corner time, and diaperings and high-chairing."
"The next order of severity, `Humbling' punishments, include such things as being fitted with restrictive attire, hobbling, and contemning."
"Next, `Discomfort' punishments include such things as the administration of punishment drinks, mouth soapings, and anal pluggings."
"The most severe grade, `Afflictive' punishments, include such things as spankings, strappings, and whippings."
Once Judge Spelling had finished informing Kevin of the varying grades of punishment available for servitors, he wished Kevin well, "Mr. Dayton, you are now under the control of the two agents standing beside you from the Hennepin County Social Services Authority. I want to wish you all the best during your term of public servitude."
Judge Spelling banged his gavel, the bailiff called out for all to rise, and as the judge stood to take his leave, the too proud new servitor, humiliated to the point that he had lost all self-control, was only able to respond to the judge's well-wishes by letting out a "Fuck you!" The curse, though snarled rather quietly, was nevertheless heard by everyone in the courtroom.
As gasps of the stunned and surprised spectators filled the courtroom, the judge paused a bit to ponder if he should extend Kevin's term of indenturement because of his inappropriate behavior. When he looked at Kevin, he simply pitied the foolish young man; and seeing the disapproving looks of the two Social Services officers standing beside him, Judge Spelling was confident that they would use the outburst to give Kevin an appropriate lesson in good behavior.
The judge was correct; once the judge had exited the courtroom, the two officers who accompanied Kevin were both quite disturbed by the outburst. But as disturbed as he was, one of the officers responded professionally, "Mr. Dayton, vulgar language and disrespect of an authority figure, especially a judge, requires the administration of a `discomfort' level punishment."
Those in the court quickly quieted down to hear what the officer was saying to Kevin, "The first thing that will be done to you once we arrive downstairs at admissions is to take you to the `compliance station', where you will be trestled and delivered a good old-fashioned punishment enema. Following your enema you will be fitted with a catheter muzzle and a punishment plug, so you can get an idea of the kinds of things that happen to disobedient servitors!"
The pained look on Kevin's face encouraged the officer, offended by disobedience, to rub Kevin's eventual punishment in all the more; "I can guarantee you that once we get you punishment-plugged and cock muzzled, you're really going to feel it. That muzzle's catheter snaked up your penis slit, along with the anal plug probing the depths of your errant behind, will do wonders for your attitude! And hopefully it will drive home the lesson that from now on you can avoid such punishments by just being a good little boy!"
When the officer then rubbed Kevin on the head as one would do to a freshly admonished child, there were titters from the courtroom spectators.
And when the handlers led the well-hobbled Kevin out of the courtroom, forced to walk with only short mincing steps because of his leg braces, truss, corset, dangling penis clamp, and halter, the titters turned to laughter.
Mr. Patterson had been informed by the Minnesota State Social Services Authority that because of the video evidence presented to them by Saul Mautner, Mr. Phil Dayton's lawyer, showing that the state-certified junior handler, Waylan Patterson, his son, who had been entrusted with the overseership of Thomas, had allowed under his watch both the rape and torture of Thomas on two separate occasions, Mr. Patterson's lease of ownership for Thomas Dayton would likely be terminated.
While it was not good news for Mr. Patterson, it was not the worst thing that could have happened. Although Mr. Patterson would be returned his down payment on Thomas's lease, he would most likely be hit with a very hefty fine. But at least his son, Waylan, did not allow Thomas to escape or be permanently injured.
As a result of the incident, Waylan's Junior Handler Certificate was certain to be revoked, and he would most likely never again be allowed to work in the Social Services industry in any capacity. But being underage, Waylan would not be charged with any criminal activity.
Mr. Patterson did not want to discuss with Thomas ahead of time the reason he was being removed from his household, and so when two police officers arrived to collect Thomas, and Mr. Patterson led them down the basement to the servitor quarters, both Thomas and Craig were surprised.
One of the officers spoke to Thomas, "Thomas Dayton, we are agents of the State Social Services Authority, and because Mr. Patterson has violated the stewardship terms of his lease agreement, we are here to escort you to Hennepin County Social Services Central, where you will be housed until you are relocated."
Thomas gave a worried look to Craig, and then asked the officer, "What's going to happen to me?"
The officer responded, "You will be housed at Social Services Central, and what will happen to you will most likely be up for judicial review. I don't know anything more than that."
Thomas and Craig, overcome, rushed into each other's arms, and hugged as tears came to their eyes. The officers were sensitive to their friendship, and allowed them time to chat.
When Craig asked of Thomas, "How will I ever see you again?"
The officer interjected, "That will not be a problem. Minnesota law gives social servants the right to remain in contact with their servitor friends via e-communication."
Thomas and Craig quietly and briefly shared their love and hopes with each other. Eventually they broke their hug and looked deeply into each other's tear-filled eyes. Then Thomas looked at the officers and nodded that he was ready to accompany them.
The room the officers led Kevin to was clearly marked, "Compliance Station". As the door was being opened Kevin asked, "What is the Compliance Station?"
"It's where we turn wayward boys like yourself into compliant servitors!"
They led Kevin to a steel punishment trestle that was situated over a steel drain, bent him over so his ass was sticking up nice and high, and strapped him in position.
There were several different types of hoses connected to water sources. One of the officers grabbed one of the hoses with a slender nozzle, and lubed up the nozzle. As he began to insert the nozzle up Kevin's anus, he called out, "Its enema time for Kevin!"
As Kevin began to fill up with the warm enema solution, the other officer explained, "We're hoping that this will help you shit out some of the naughties from that dirty mouth of yours!"
They made a crying and most discomforted Kevin hold the solution in for several minutes. When Kevin called out, "It really hurts!" they let him eliminate, and then repeated the procedure.
Once the officers had cleaned Kevin up with a good slave hosing, they guided him to table, one of the officers started to undo the straps securing his cock clamp, and spoke, "Now too bad for you; the penis clamp doesn't hurt, and can even feel good." The officer then held up the muzzle and continued, "But this catheter muzzle is designed so it doesn't feel too good, and is designed to make you think about how disobedience never pays off!"
"You had to go and be a potty mouth, so now we have no choice but to muzzle your penis with this gadget. At the tip of the muzzle is a slender tube that will go up your piss slit. The tube is hollow so you will be able to piss while wearing it. I hate to do this, but I find that a good catheter muzzling is one of the quickest ways to bring new servitors into compliance."
The cock muzzle is basically a mesh sleeve that fits over the entire length of the penis. At the head of the sleeve is the hollow catheter tube that extends one inch up into the piss slit of the penis. The sleeve is made to stay on the cock by means of being attached to a band that is tightly cinched about the base of the cock and balls.
The officer took hold of Kevin's cock, and began inserting the lubed catheter up Kevin's piss slit, who immediately began to squirm and howl. Once the catheter was inserted and the mesh sleeve was securely in place, the discomfort level did not cease for Kevin, who begged, "Please take it off. It really hurts. This is supposed to be a discomfort level punishment, not `afflictive'!"
The officer shook his head, "We can't take it off; and we're not even finished with you yet, because now it's time to get your butt plugged like the servitor that you are and are going to be for the next twelve years!"
When Kevin saw the large butt plug that one of the officers was lubing up, he began to sweat, "Oh gawwd, no, officers, please; not that! Please don't put that up me!"
The officer instructed, "Bend over now and grab your ankles. The more you bend over, the easier it will be to get this up your behind, and the less it's going to hurt."
The freshly cock-muzzled Kevin was near to tears, "Please officers. You don't understand. I'm really sensitive; I'm not a guy who can take it. I'm not a homo or anything!"
Both officers laughed. One of them commented, "From the way the judge described all the things that you did to that poor kid you raped, I'm having a hard time not believing that you're some kind of super homo! Now bend over and grab your ankles; or do we have to `horse' you like a sissy boy in order to get this thing up your behind?"
Kevin bent over. As the officer worked the plug up the once proud boy-fucker he offered comfort, "Now stop you're crying. There are lots of guys just like you, freshly enslaved and defiant, who need help in shedding their self-pride, and this is the procedure that helps them the most. So you're not alone. Right now, throughout this city, there are hundreds of guys just like you who are bent over and getting punishment plugs worked up their behinds, and who are being forced to deal with the consequences of their false pride and defiance.
As the fat and long plug was worked up his hole, Kevin felt as if the core of his being was being invaded. He was no longer on top. He was now a butt-plugged fool, whom nobody could ever again look up to or admire.
Once the officer had the plug all the way up Kevin's hole and began to secure it in place with straps that encircled his upper legs, Kevin began crying out loud.
The officer instructed Kevin to stand up, and in a standing position Kevin could feel the plug all the more. The officer put a hand on the crying servitor's shoulder, "The special sensation that the anal plug offers, and that you're feeling right now, is one that says to the plugged `from now on you need to obey or else!"
The feeling of the large plug up his ass, combined with the cock muzzle's catheter up his piss slit, recast in an instant Kevin's entire self-identity. Kevin suddenly no longer felt like himself, and felt instead like a totally controlled human being. And finally he realized that he was now, indeed, a slave.
As the officers led the cock muzzled, anal plugged, braced, trussed, haltered, corseted, and sobbing, Kevin out of the Compliance Station, the lead officer spoke, "We'll remove the cock muzzle and punishment plug after your orientation session, in about four hours; if we think you're showing a good attitude."
To be continued...
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