A Portrait of Servitude -- Pleasure Poodle
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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Place: Fresno, California
Background: In California parents of the criminally indentured are given some choice in the matter of where their children will serve. It is only required that the individual or business purchasing the indentee's lease can pay the premiums set by the sentencing judge.
California is one of the few states where slaves are referred to as drudges'. But, as in most states, male slaves between the ages of 17 and 35 are commonly referred to as bucks'.
Situation: Five years ago Jason Therrier, when he was 19 years old, caught his two younger brothers, when they were aged 13 and 15, performing fellatio on each other in a 69' position. His brothers were terribly humiliated, and ever since Jason has taunted them as homo incest pervs'. He never told his parents though, as he liked using the threat of revelation to regularly tease and torment his brothers.
Now aged 24, Jason was arrested for selling cocaine to some `friends of a friend', two of who were under the age of 17, and one who happened to be an undercover narcotic agent. The judge gave Jason the choice of eight years imprisonment, or four years and 10 months indentured service. Jason chose indenturement.
Robert Therrier gathered his three sons, Jason (24), Basil (20), and Armand (18). "Boys, its 2 PM now, and Mr. Stamford and the state agents are due here around 3 PM. I have to leave now, and as we discussed yesterday, I have given Basil authority to make a decision on whether or not to grant Jason's lease to Mr. Stamford. Remember, the chief provision I am requesting is that Jason not be placed in any hard or intense labor situation. Clerical, housekeeping, personal attendant, or customer service positions would all be acceptable to me and to Jason."
"Mr. Stamford did tell me it was quite a `laid back' position and that there was no hard work involved whatsoever. But I am leaving it up to you, Basil, to get the details and make sure Mr. Stamford's position meets my requirements. If the position is as good as it sounds, then Jason will be leaving with Mr. Stamford once Basil signs the papers this afternoon."
"Jason, remember, this could be a perfect position for you, so make sure you do whatever Mr. Stamford and the slave authorities ask you to do."
Jason nodded, and his father continued, "As you know, there will probably be a request for a full body inspection. Just so you know what to expect."
Jason smiled sheepishly, "I know Dad. My lawyer already told me all about it. I think I can handle it."
Robert placed his hand on Jason's shoulder, "Son, I love you. If Basil finds an acceptable position for you while I'm away, the first thing I'm going to do when I get back next week is to come and visit you. Son, you'll get through this. We all will. Remember, Jason, to look at the bright side of things. Since you were arrested you have been drug free; that's three months so far! And maybe after your term of service you'll have more enthusiasm for graduate school."
Handsome Jason looked into the eyes of his father, gave him a nod and his winning smile, and clasped his shoulder, "Dad, thanks for being so cool about all of this. I'm sorry, again for everything. I just want you to be proud of me again, Dad."
"I already am son. I already am." As Robert and Jason embraced, tears came to their eyes. When Robert left, Jason plopped himself into an easy chair. "This fucking sucks. Shit! How in the hell did I ever get into this?"
Armand began to comfort Jason, "I'm sorry too, bro, about all of this. But four years isn't too bad."
"Just shut the fuck up, will you? The only good thing about this is that at least for the next four years and 10 months I won't have to be around you two fairy-assed pervos! And if I have to strip for an inspection, I want you two homos out of the room! Don't you fucking dare lay your eyes on me if I have to get buff! It's bad enough what you two do with each other. Don't include me in your sicko behavior!"
It was a somewhat nastier retort than usual to Armand and Basil's regular attempts to reconcile with their older straight brother. Jason, not totally heartless, realized that he went too far. "Hey guys. I'm sorry. I'm all tense. You know? I didn't mean what I said. At least, not quite the way I said it."
Basil and Armand made eye contact with each other, smiled, and shook their heads at their older brother's homophobic obstinance. The two younger brothers could have used Jason's enslavement as an opportunity to taunt him in return for his years of insults, but they were too mature to engage in such childish comeuppance.
Promptly at the scheduled time, the door bell rang, and Basil invited into the house Mr. Charles Stamford, age 60, overweight, and dressed in a somewhat crumpled suit and tie; a muscular slave overseer, aged 33, with a wide neck collar bearing his name in bold letters, "Tony Poretta", dressed in gray slave fatigues and carrying a backpack; and two officials with the Fresno County Slave Authority, Joseph Hardboth and Craig Callahan, both in their mid-forties, and dressed in suits and ties.
When Basil introduced himself, Mr. Stamford acknowledged, "Right then, you are the son your father has designated to okay and authorize the sale." They shook hands as Basil confirmed that he was indeed the one chosen to okay the terms of the sale.
All three Therrier boys were impressed when Mr. Stamford introduced his head overseer slave as "Mr. Poretta", and declared, "Tony is a man who I love like my own son!"
Mr. Stamford looked at Jason and spoke to Tony, "So this is the muscle boy that interested you when you saw him online?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Stamford. And he's even better looking in person than the photos on the county website."
Mr. Stamford addressed Jason, "Your daddy tells me you work out every day to keep yourself in top shape."
Jason, somewhat nervous, answered that he did. Mr. Stamford responded, "Well that's what Tony is looking for, someone with lots of muscles."
Basil felt it best to question, "Pardon me, Mr. Stamford, but I thought that you understood that my dad did not want Jason in a labor intensive situation."
Mr. Stamford nodded, "That's right, Basil. There is no hard labor. In fact, Jason's only regular work duties are to keep the bucks' quarters clean, something that takes about three hours a day at most. And he also is charged with the upkeep of the bucks' flower garden. But other than continuing to work out and keep in shape, there is no real rigorous work, as such, whatsoever. I have 30 field bucks in my stable, like Tony here, and they are the boys who do all of the really hard labor out in the fields."
Basil explained, "I see, Mr. Stamford. I was just confused why you are looking for an indentee with muscles if he doesn't have to use those muscles."
Mr. Stamford answered as he walked up to Jason to get a better look, "He has to look good. Tony tells me that the majority of my bucks prefer their confidential services provider to be nicely muscled."
Basil and Armand looked at each other, confused. Basil was about to ask a question, but was detracted by what Mr. Stamford was doing to Jason. With one hand he held Jason's right shoulder, and with the other hand he was rigorously feeling and squeezing Jason's other arm up and down its length. His hand then felt up Jason's chest and abdomen through his shirt.
After a bit Mr. Stamford stopped, "Okay, muscle boy, you feel nice and firm, but now Tony and I would like to get a close-up look at all of those muscles your dad tells me you're so proud of, so would you please remove your clothing."
Jason knew it was coming. As he started unbuttoning his shirt he looked at his brothers, and they looked at each other, gave a nod, and started to exit the room. Mr. Stamford stopped them, "Where are you boys going?"
Armand answered, "My brother is shy, and he has asked us to leave the room when he is asked to strip."
Plainclothes officer Joseph Hardboth spoke, "I'm sorry. But not only is the presence of family members at an inspection a legal requirement, but it is the recommendation of the Fresno County Slave Authority that you videotape the inspection for your own protection. If later on the lessee has any complaints, you will then have full evidence that the drudge was examined undoctored."
Basil whispered to Armand, and Armand exited the room. When Armand returned with his father's video camera Jason was sitting on a chair removing his shoes and socks. Armand got the camera turned on and focused and started shooting Jason's undressing.
Jason stood up, down to just his white tee shirt and briefs. As he pulled his tee off Armand and Basil both had to swallow at their handsome older brother's rippled abdomen. He was sculpted quite impressively, but they never got more than fleeting glances at Jason's body. The homophobic Jason always kept his body covered so his brothers couldn't see too much of him. When Jason's shaved armpits came into view as he pulled off his tee, Armand and Basil looked fleetingly at each other. Both boys staunched an urge to smile.
As Jason peeled off his undies Armand was able to freely lick his lips under cover of the video camera through which he was viewing the action. He zoomed in on Jason's fleshy prick. The brothers noted that their older brother kept his pubic hairs trimmed. Jason kept his head down, and it could be seen that he was blushing. Once his undies were off, his hands flew to cover his unit.
Tony smiled, "It looked like you had a pretty nice wigglestick hanging between your legs, but I can't really be sure since you covered yourself up so quickly."
Mr. Stamford made light of a situation that was common with new drudges, "We can't do business with you if you aren't going to let us meet the `master of ceremonies'."
Officer Craig Callahan joined in the lighthearted teasing and called out, "Come on boy, the gentlemen want to see your poodle."
Jason, on the verge of crying at his predicament, lowered his head and let his hands fall to his sides. Armand swallowed as he got a better look and shot of his older brother's weighty looking cock and balls through the camera's image finder.
Tony walked up to Jason and cupped his balls, then gently grasped Jason's cock, "Very nice." Tony gave Jason's corporal one little tug, and then let go of it. "Okay Jason, we need you to get your soldier standing at attention. Jack it up for us so we can see what you look like, commando style."
Jason looked quizzically at Tony. Tony answered, "We need to see how big your pretzel gets. Just want to make sure it's at least normal size."
Mr. Stamford explained, "Usually the bucks don't care how their confidential services provider is hung, but they like to see a fair sized pecker flopping around when you do your dance show for them on the weekends."
Armand and Basil were confused at what they had just heard. Mr. Stamford and Tony moved closer to Jason in order to help him manipulate his penis. Jason, red in the face and shoulders and sweating, couldn't move. When Mr. Stamford explained to Jason that he was being ordered to jerk himself off until he was erected, he still didn't move. So Tony offered encouragement, "Listen Jason. To me it seems very likely that Mr. Stamford will be Okaying your purchase very shortly. Right now we have no authority over you, but if you continue to balk when we ask you to do something, I promise you that once all the papers are signed I'm taking you over my knee right here in this room and giving you a welcoming paddling you won't soon forget. Now, if you don't want your two younger brothers to see you getting an over the knee paddling like a little kid, then I suggest that you start jacking that dick of yours!"
Jason was totally defeated, and as he pumped his dick into bigness he began to snivel. Tony encouraged him, "That's the way! Get it standing up against your belly! You can do it, tiger! Then once you're erect I want you standing tall and proud in full display mode."
As Jason, tears forming in his eyes, continued jacking, Officer Joseph Hardboth attempted to put the situation in some context for the younger Therrier brothers, who he noticed were both confused and concerned for their brother. "Remember, the issue of privacy is not an issue for drudges, the way it is for a free person. In fact, if Jason is approved for the position by Basil, then privacy becomes a total non-issue as far as Jason is concerned. Also, as an indentee, Jason won't be allowed relations with the opposite sex for his entire term of service, so the way you see him jacking himself off over there is pretty much how his baby maker is going to get exercised for the next four years and ten months. It's really no secret. It's what drudges do."
Probably from fear, Jason managed to get hard without too much effort. Tony then instructed him, "Now skin that dick back as far as it will go so Mr. Stamford can get a good look at his new muscle boy's dick tip and piss slit." Jason, still sniveling, complied. Tony seemed pleased, "That's the way. Now drop your arms to your sides and stand nice and tall, just like your dick, and thrust your chest and hips forward."
Tony and Mr. Stamford stood away from Jason so everyone in the room could see the complying muscled indentee, standing at attention. Tony encouraged Jason, "There you go! Stand nice and tall now so that your brothers can see you standing proud in full display mode, just like a real whip-trained slave! Be proud as you stand there straight and tall, with your dick fully skinned back so you have no secrets from free people." Jason's cock gently bobbed, with its big purple knobbed head and wide straight-boy piss slit.
Basil and Armand, seeing their brother fully erected and skinned, were almost breathless.
Mr. Stamford was pleased, "Well, there you go Tony. It looks good enough to me. He's got a fine young lad on him!"
Tony nodded approvingly, "I agree. It'll do just perfectly!"
Mr. Stamford smiled at the Therrier brothers, "We are very pleased with Jason. I think we're ready to take him. But before I sign the papers, there is just one thing; Tony and I would like to see what Jason looks like in his service harness."
Basil, even though he was somewhat unsure, nodded his head and gave a `go ahead' gesture. Tony unzipped his backpack and took out a harness consisting of many wide banded straps. He went up to Jason and started putting it on. Jason watched himself getting harnessed with his mouth open and eyes moist with tears. And Basil and Armand watched their brother get harnessed with their mouths open as well, and their dick tips moist with precum.
The straps that went about Jason's body were of varying widths. The ones about his upper legs were 4 inches wide. The ones running across his chest were two inches wide. The ones that went about his lower waist were three inches wide. The straps were all interconnected with smaller straps. In the end, the harness made Jason look even more naked, more vulnerable.
When Tony stood back to admire the harnessed Jason, Jason began to cry out loud. "Basil, don't let them do this!" Tony was genuinely concerned and put his hand on Jason's shoulder, "Now, now, Jason. There's nothing to cry about, for heaven's sake. You look stunning in your harness!"
Mr. Stamford was impressed, "He sure does. We'll take him! I'm ready to sign!"
Jason cried out again, "Basil, Armand. Help me, guys. Get me out of this!"
Basil, not certain of what Jason's duties were, questioned Mr. Stamford, "So, Mr. Stamford, there's no hard labor?"
"None whatsoever! The upkeep of the bucks' quarters is his chief work, it only takes an hour or two a day, and he can do that at his own leisure. And all of the bucks enjoy working along with their `CSP' in the flower garden. It's sort of a joint recreation and hobby kind of thing for them."
Basil continued, "But I don't understand. Why are you willing to pay all of this money for him if he doesn't have any work to do? What's the harness for?"
Tony was the first to comprehend Basil's confusion, "Mr. Stamford, I think I see Basil's confusion. He doesn't know what a CSP is."
Mr. Stamford smiled, "Oh! Well then, let me explain. CSP stands for `confidential services provider'. It's industry standard these days to provide hard labor drudges with access to a confidential services provider. We're all adults here, so I'll be direct. Drudges in most states are not allowed sexual relations with the opposite sex, so a CSP provides such services for the hard labor drudges. The harness Jason is wearing attaches him to a service sling, and we'll be hanging Jason in the service sling every night after supper. And each evening from 6 to 10 PM the bucks have free access to Jason. Some will use his mouth, some his anus, some just like feeling the CSP up and playing with his body. The sling makes it easy for the bucks to have access to any part of Jason's body they desire."
Basil and Armand, wide-eyed and serious, moved closer together, as they listened to Mr. Stamford.
Mr. Stamford continued, "That is basically all he will be doing; just hanging in the sling for four hours each night helping my bucks satisfy their needs. It's a cushy position, because in the morning, when the drudges have to get up early and march out into the fields for a day of hard labor, Jason will remain at the bucks quarters, free to do his few work tasks at leisure. He'll have plenty of free time during the day to relax, read, and do whatever he chooses."
Jason, standing naked and harnessed, cried, "Basil, Armand, help me."
Mr. Stamford looked at Jason, and then at his brothers, "I think it would be a real mistake to squander this key opportunity for Jason simply because of Jason's ignorance of service culture. He's a handsome kid, so it makes sense to use his natural gifts. The fact of the matter is that drudges usually end up in either demanding labor situations or in personal service. There are not too many other easy options. The other non labor-intensive options, such as serving as a host for medical experimentation, front-line service in combat zones as an army slave, and so on, are options I believe your father does not want to consider."
Jason couldn't stand anymore, "Mr. Stamford, Mr. Poretta, I'm not a homo."
Tony was pleased, "All the better, as most of the bucks get an extra thrill knowing that their CSP is straight."
Jason's voice rose in desperation, "I don't want homos doing stuff to me!"
Mr. Stamford tried to reassure Jason, "There's no need for you to worry about that. I think most of my bucks are straight arrows. Only one or two of them are outright homos. Am I right on that, Tony?"
"Yes, Mr. Stamford. We have three who are homosexual: Cyril, Conrad, and Daniel."
Mr. Stamford smiled, "See, Jason, you'll be serving mainly straight boys like yourself."
Jason, crying and sobbing like a little kid, pleaded, "Help me, please, Basil. I can't stand this!"
Mr. Stamford was sympathetic, "I hear where you're coming from, young man, but since there isn't any difference in the way straight boys and homo boys fuck, or in the way they get sucked off, there's no real cause for alarm. You won't know whether it's a straight or a homo boy who's plugging away at your ass. Or whether the dick down your throat is gay or straight. Same way with everything else you'll be doing. We got a couple of bucks who get off on having their CSP drink their piss." Mr. Stamford turned to Tony, "How many pissers have we got?"
"Just two at the present, sir." Tony turned towards Jason, "At night, when they have to pee, they'll wake you up for urinal duty." Tony turned back to Mr. Stamford, "Harper used to get off on using the CSP for urinal duty, but his tastes have changed, and now he gets off more on giving his CSP a spanking rather than pissing on it before he fucks it."
Mr. Stamford continued, "Anyway, my point is, it's the same thing with piss. I bet you won't be able to tell the difference between homo piss and straight piss."
Jason scrunched his face and hung his head as tears fell from his face.
Mr. Stamford tried again to comfort Jason, "There, there, young man. All of our bucks are a friendly sort, and they treat their CSP as a very special person. And that's what you will be to them; a very special person. Each of the bucks will be spending quality time with you, giving you pointers on exactly the way they like things done; a little more tongue flicking of the shaft as you suck; more slurping noises as you suck; more deep throat action; and so on. Believe me, they'll treat you well!"
Tony sought to comfort Jason as well, "I can attest to that. The bucks think of their CSP as their `little woman'. When they come back from a hard day in the fields, it's going to be you who will put a gleam in their eye. So you can be sure they'll be treating you very special!" Mr. Stamford affirmed, "Tony is right. Your job is just making sure my field bucks are happy. In a nutshell, all you have to do is to look pretty and spread your legs and bend over whenever you're asked."
Basil wanted that confirmed, "So there's no hard labor involved?"
Mr. Stamford, "As we have said, he just has to keep himself looking good. Tony here, as his chief disciplinarian, will help make sure of that and ensure that Jason stays on course. If Jason doesn't keep himself looking his best, or if he is rude to one of the bucks, Tony will take him over his knee and paddle some sense into him."
"There is not much else required of a CSP. Jason will be expected to work out every day, but he already enjoys doing that. And he has to keep himself well groomed at all times. He will have to grow his hair out long and keep it sensuously styled, as long hair is a bit more feminine than his current short haircut, and the bucks like to think of their CSP as their little missy'. He will also have to let his armpit hair grow out, as a lot of the bucks like to stick their noses in a pretty boy's pits as they fuck em. And, of course, he will have to keep his pubes shaved baby-smooth. The bucks like shaved cunt."
"The bucks also expect their CSP to be nicely scented at all times. And on weekend's Jason will be kept naked all day, so we expect him to keep his body oiled. Weekends are the bucks' off-duty time, and they like to have their CSP oiled, pretty, and available. Then in the evening on weekends, before we hang Jason in his sling for evening duty, he will entertain the bucks with an alluring dance routine that a couple of the bucks will help him work out."
Mr. Stamford complimented his chief overseer, "Tony, now that I've examined Jason up close I must say that you sure have a good eye for picking out girly-boys. I can imagine Jason looking real pretty once he's fixed up!"
Tony was proud, "Thank you Mr. Stamford, sir."
Mr. Stamford looked towards Basil, "Well, I'd certainly like to buy him! I'm ready to sign the papers if you agree to it."
Basil nodded, looked at Armand, who nodded in return, then said, "I think we're `go' for a sale here!"
Mr. Stamford addressed Tony, "I'd like you with me reviewing the documents, so I think you had better secure Jason."
Tony nodded, dug into his backpack, took out a one and a half inch wide cuff and a leash, and asked Basil, "Do you have any heavy household appliance I can secure Jason to?"
Basil thought a bit, "Well, there's the refrigerator."
"That will do just fine." Tony went up to Jason, grabbed him by the balls, and started working his ball sack to get the balls separate and hanging away from his cock shaft. He then snapped and locked on a ball cuff, a leather cinch that tightly encircled his scrotum below his shaft and kept his balls stretched out one and a half inched below his cock. Tony locked it very tightly about the scrotum and Jason began squealing, "OOOUCH, goddamm, it fuckin hurts! Take it off!"
Tony patted Jason on the shoulder, "The pain will go away in just a bit. We need to leash you down while we're signing papers."
Mr. Stamford smiled, "It looks like we got ourselves a `squealer', Tony."
"Actually, that's a bonus, Mr. Stamford. Some of the bucks really get off on the sound of their bitch squealing away as they plug him."
Tony attached a leash to the ball cuff and led Jason to the kitchen adjoining the dining room where Basil was clearing a space for Mr. Stamford to review the indenturement documents.
As Tony leashed Armand and Basil's heavily muscled, bare-naked, ball-cuffed, brother to the handle of the refrigerator door, he licked his lips, smiled at Jason, and addressed the freemen, "Okay, that'll hold him! He won't be able to get away while leashed by his balls to a refrigerator!"
Mr. Stamford, Tony, Basil, and the two officers took seats at the dining table as Basil and Officer Joseph Hardboth each pulled documents out of a briefcase. As the gentlemen went over the terms of the agreement, Armand stayed in the dining room with them, but kept filming Jason leashed to the refrigerator. Jason's back was toward him, so Armand zoomed in on his muscled and harnessed ass. He then had the camera pan up his strong back and had it take in detail work of Jason's manly neck, and the back of his head, with its short hair, that was not to be kept short any longer.
Armand viewed carefully the back of his brother whose job was now to make other men happy. As Armand smiled, he realized that his oldest brother was already doing his job, for he was making him very happy as he videoed him, naked and harnessed. Armand smiled widely under cover of the camera, and laughed as he realized that his own dick was smiling too.
Jason shifted to make himself comfortable, and it gave Armand a profile view of Jason. Jason noticed that Armand was still filming and shouted in anger, "You fucking pervo!"
Tony called out, like a father admonishing a five year old, "One more outburst from you, Jason, and you're getting it as soon as I'm through here!"
Jason could not contain his anger and frustration, "FUCK YOU!"
Tony shook his head, but remained focused on the contract discussion.
When double copies of the varied documents were signed by both parties, Tony took a tawse from out of his backpack, and walked up behind Jason. Strong Tony had no problem gathering Jason's arms behind his back. With one hand Tony held Jason securely in place by his arms in a standing position, and with the tawse in his other hand, began swatting Jason's behind. Jason immediately began wailing and bucking, but Tony had no problem holding the brand new drudge in place for his punishment. As he swatted, Tony explained, "I said I was going to use the paddle on you, but those harness straps cover too much of the surface of your ass, therefore this tawse will let me cover a much wider area." And with that explanation, Tony began his tawsing action down the lengths of both of Jason's legs. As Jason yipped, hopped, and yelped, Armand kept filming the action. As Jason jumped around his cock became concrete hard and purple headed, and his low-banded balls flopped wildly. As Armand filmed, with one hand he pulled his shirt out, so it was no longer tucked into his trousers, giving him a more casual look. The free hanging shirt also handily covered Armand's erection, which was now as purple-hard as Jason's. Basil noticed Armand's casual look, and he followed suit.
When the tawsing was over all the free men watched Jason hop around and rub the pain out of his behind and legs. His cries filled the room, and were caught, as well as the action, by Armand's video camera.
When the crying subsided Tony walked up to Jason and gave him a pat on his shoulder, "There, there! It isn't the end of the world now, is it?" As Tony unleashed Jason from the fridge, he said, "It's time to get you dressed up for the bucks!"
Tony pulled out a pair of panties from his backpack and handed them to Jason, "Put these on!"
Jason said in a quiet and surprised voice, and still sniffling, "But these are girl's pants!"
Tony affirmed that they were, and added, "Just put them on!"
Basil found the sight of his older brother pulling on girly panties over his body harness immensely erotic, and almost felt he should leave the room.
Tony came up behind Jason with a bra and put it around his chest and fastened it on in back. Jason sniffled, "What are you doing?"
"As soon as we get out to the ranch, I want to take you out into the field to introduce you to the bucks you'll be serving. It's been two months since their old CSP's term of service was up, and Mr. Stamford's bucks have been all that time without proper relief. They're all itching for a riding. I just want the bucks to get a good look at you, and give them something to look forward to tonight. Doubtless tonight a lot of the bucks will be coming back for seconds." Tony removed two articles of clothing from his backpack, "I know the bucks would find it real cute if you were dressed in a skirt and blouse when they meet you for the first time, so put these on!"
It was a major struggle getting Jason to put on his skirt and lady's blouse. But after plenty of whining from Jason, and a good shaking and more threats from Tony, the overseer finally got straight muscle boy Jason dressed up like a pretty young lady. And Armand caught all of it on video.
Mr. Stamford was pleased, "The bucks are going to go wild when they meet you, wearing panties, a bra, and a skirt and blouse, over your harness!"
When Jason's sniffling of defeat quieted down somewhat, Tony went up to Jason and put an arm around his shoulder, like he was some young prom queen. "Now don't you worry about a thing, honeysuckle. Everything is going to be all right. You're our new little pleasure poodle, and I'm so proud of you! I'll take you out into the fields to meet the bucks, and you'll get to see what a nice bunch of young guys they are. And they'll all be very happy to see you."
"Then the rest of the day I will make sure is a relaxing one for you, because I realize it can be stressful being in a new position. After you meet the bucks I'll take you to the bucks' quarters, and you can spend the afternoon making yourself pretty. You can take a nice long beauty soak. We'll wash you up real good, shave your pussy area, rub your body in special lotion to make your skin nice and smooth and soft for the boys, make you smell real good, and then we'll get you fitted in a special "heavy duty" harness."
Jason winced. "Now don't you worry about a thing. For your first week or so, until you become more skilled, we'll fit you with a special sucker's muzzle. It's a flange that goes about your lips and keeps your mouth open in a nice wide `O' shape. That way it will make it easy for you to breathe as you suck cock, and there won't be any danger of your teeth nicking the bucks' cocks. The sucker's muzzle also has a strap that goes around your head, with two attached rods sticking out at the ears, so the boys have something to grab onto as they facefuck you. It helps them get control over your sucking action, and is a very good way to get you on the road towards being an ace cocksucker."
"And don't you worry about business on the other end, either sweetie, because after your soaking, I'll ease your hole open with practice rods. We'll start with a real slender diameter, and work you up to full pecker size."
"You'll eventually get to know each of the bucks intimately; what they like done to them, how their cocks look in intimate detail, how their cocks feel both in your mouth and up your ass, how they react when they cum. You'll be able to tell all thirty bucks apart by just looking at their cocks alone. Little Tommy, their last CSP, used to be hanging in the harness, a buck would come up to him and put their cock in his face, and without looking to see whose face belonged to the cock, he'd be able to say, "Hello Steve. Are you ready to let me give you a little full service sucking relief after your hard day in the fields?"
"The bucks liked him very much. It's important that you, just like Little Tommy, defer to the bucks and treat them with full respect, just like a submissive little wife would submit to her husband. You are there to serve them, and it is your job to keep a smile on the faces of all of Mr. Stamford's bucks."
Mr. Stamford interjected, "And it's also your job to keep a big smile on the face of my head overseer here, Tony!"
Tony thanked Mr. Stamford, and continued orienting Jason to his new position, "I think you could even have an easier time of keeping the bucks smiling than Little Tommy could. Little Tommy was a homo boy, and I think the bucks really prefer a straight boy to be their bitch boy. It gives them a greater sense of conquering and controlling. I just know you are going to work out splendidly!"
Armand kept filming as Jason was led out of the house walking between Tony and Mr. Stamford. The two officers got into to their Fresno County Slave Authority van. Mr. Stamford took the driver's seat of his BMW convertible, and Tony ushered Jason into the back seat, sat next to him, and pulled the door shut.
The last thing Armand and Basil saw as Mr. Stamford drove off was Tony gently placing his arm around Jason's shoulder and pulling him towards him.
In the car, Tony spoke gently to the petrified new drudge. "Hey there, honeysuckle, how are you doing?" Tony blew very gently into Jason's ear. "You're a real cutey-pie, do you know that?" Tony slipped his free hand under Jason's skirt, and gently rubbed his thigh. "You're our new little pleasure poodle, and you are going to be getting lots of compliments." Tony made gentle smooching noises with his lips and blew softly into Jason's face. Beads of sweat formed on Jason's face. "You're real cute when you get all nervous like this." Tony took a finger and gently reached further up and touched the base of Jason's balls. "Are you going to be a real sweetie for all of us bucks? We're going to treat you real good and special. I promise." Tony smiled and put his lips close to Jason's, "You little honey sugarplum! Now give me a kiss and show me that you want to be a good little boy."
Tony put his lips to Jason's and gave him a soft yet prolonged kiss. Jason remained frozen, but after a minute he stopped sweating quite so profusely. And when Tony gently snaked his tongue into Jason's mouth, he was surprised to find that Jason offered no resistance. And Jason was even more surprised at his growing erection.
On their bed, soon after Jason was carted off by Mr. Stamford and Tony, Basil and Armand kissed and stroked each other off to a shattering climax as they watched the video of Jason getting his tawsing. After a moment of rest and reflection, Basil laughed out loud. "Just think! Maybe in four years and 10 months Jason will be joining us in our bed!"
Armand smiled, gave Basil a big sloppy kiss, and hugged him tightly. As the two brothers rolled around in the bed, rubbing their heavily cum soaked bellies together, Armand whispered, "Jason will be our own little pleasure poodle!" The two happy brothers laughed out loud as they snuggled tightly together in brotherly love and watched the remainder of the video.
The End...