Scales of Justice By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Part: 5 Pony.
The guard released Beak from the transport cage and took him around to the slaves' entrance of "Juridique".
"Funny" Beak thought, in the ten years I have lived here I've never entered "Juridique" by this door.
They were met at the door by one of the household slaves who bowed to the guard and let him in. As Beak was dragged past the household slave, Beak noticed a sneering smile appear on the slaves face. He recognized his former master for all his changed appearance and was wallowing in the pleasure of Beak's total demise and humiliation.
Inside they were met by Morris Bunter who signed for Beak and the papers that accompanied him that the guard had bought with him. Once this was completed Mr. Bunter dismissed the guard.
Beak again felt totally self conscious standing almost naked covered only by the feeble loin cloth before his former overseer and with all his former household slaves and what appeared to be a new house boy standing along the side wall taking in the scene before them.
"Display position" Mr. Bunter ordered.
Beak instantly responded as he had been trained.
A huge smile ran across Mr. Bunters face. He was enjoying his former boss's total submission to him. He remembered all those times over the last years when Judge Mitchell had ordered him to do things that he didn't want to do but had to, to ensure he kept his job. "No more" he thought to himself, "Now you're totally under my control".
"Good, it looks like the County Servitude Processing Centre has done a proper job of breaking you in boy" Mr. Bunter stated publicly.
Mr. Bunter then moved close to Beak and removed Beak's loin cloth.
Beak blushed profusely as he heard a boyish giggle from the ranks of the household slaves. A quick stern glance in their direction by Mr. Bunter soon had them totally quite.
Mr. Bunter tweaked Beak's left nipple and then started to roll the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Beak almost yelled with the pain as this was done too him.
He then ran his hands all over Beak's body especially his back where he studied the bruised and welted skin from the many punishments Beak had received before he reached down and cupped Beak's buttock cheeks digging his fingers in to the flesh to get a good feel.
He commented, "Nice butt, well rounded cheeks and I like those dimples at the base of your spine, they look good on a slave of your age. Pity you are so poorly hung".
This again bought suppressed giggles from the household slaves who again only needed a sharp glance from Mr. Bunter to keep quite.
Mr. Bunter then cupped Beak's balls in the palm of his hand and he separated them before commenting "Always suspected you were poorly endowed for a fully mature man, now I know for sure!".
Beak was blushing profusely. Bunter had always been so polite and subservient to him. Of his two overseers Beak had always thought of Bunter as being the weaker and less assertive.
`Well our new master will be pleased to hear his new pony slave has finally arrived" Mr. Bunter said to no one in particular.
Beak heard the overseers comment but it took some time for the significance of the words to sink in. First he was going to be made to serve as a pony slave and forced to pull a rickshaw around Downtown Eastbrook. Secondly a new Chief Judge had been appointed to replace him on the Tallahatchie County Court.
Mr. Bunter took Beak out to the garage at the back of "Juridique". There parked shining with its usual spit and polish was the Chief Judges official limousine but what caught Beaks eye was that parked next to it was a rickshaw. A light, two-wheeled cart carried on very large diameter bicycle wheels. There was a simple but luxuriously padded burgundy leather bench for the driver, and two highly polished wooden shafts came forward, for the puller. It appeared very sturdy and rugged and the two side panels of the seat were emblazoned with the Tallahatchie County seal.
Motor vehicles were not encouraged in the downtown area of Eastbrook as a fuel conservation measure, so there were always plenty of rickshaws out and about carrying the well to do of Eastbrook to their many and varied appointments.
"I want this rickshaw cleaned and sparking just like the car and ready for use whenever the master requires it", Mr. Bunter said to Beak. "You can start to clean it real thoroughly right now as I suspect the new master will want to be taken to court in it tomorrow. When you have finished the rickshaw the limousine needs a god clean, that also is your duty from now on!"
"Master please may this slave know who the new master is?" Beak asked in his newly trained subservient manner.
Mr. Bunters face immediately flashed anger and he slapped Beak across the face.
"I thought you were a properly trained slave boy now. A slave never speaks unless he is spoken to. Under the old master you would have been punished for such insolence. I will give you this one let off, but next time you will be punished."
Then as an after thought Morris Bunter added, "The new Chief Judge and your new master is Bertram Avery."
Mr. Bunter secured the chain connected to Beak's penis to a ring on the wall of the garage and then turned and strode out, commenting as he left, "When you prove you're a trustworthy slave I will consider letting you work outside untethered. Don't soil the floor in here or you will be flogged understand. Hold it in like a proper slave. I will be back later to check on your work".
When Mr Bunter had gone out of sight Beak took a closer look at the rickshaw that was to become his life's preoccupation. It was craftsman made, with the appearance of strength without being heavy. Beak tugged at one of the shafts, and the rickshaw seemed light and manoeuvrable.
Beak looked around the garage, found the car cleaning kit on a shelf of the garage plus a wire brush. He stood there looking at the rickshaw contemplating how his life had totally changed. He had once ordered one of the slaves thrashed because there was a dirty mark on the official car. Now it could be him receiving the same punishment if he didn't get the rickshaw looking immaculate. Deciding there was not much point in postponing the inevitable; he bent down and got to work.
Beak found a certain satisfaction in polishing up the rickshaw and the limousine. After the tedious routine and constant supervision of the past four weeks there was a certain pleasure in being able to work away at his own pace.
When Mr Bunter returned from time to time to inspect Beak's work he couldn't find anything to criticise even after he'd run his fingers all over the rickshaw and the limousine looking for any places hiding in a nook or cranny that might have been missed.
Beak had been dreading the evening locked in the slave pen with the other slaves held at "Juridique". He felt certain they would take out their revenge on their former master. He was therefore surprised when Mr. Bunter escorted him to a storeroom at the rear of the garage.
"You will be living in this store room from now on" Mr. Bunter informed Beak. "The slave pen in the house is full and your primary duties are out here. Besides I think it will be safer for a while at least, to keep you separated from the other slaves. I can do without any additional slave discipline problems."
When Beak entered the storeroom a space had been cleared on one side of the room and a small slave cage had been installed.
"I've had a cage put in out here, that's where you'll spend your time when you're not on duty. Your work will initially primarily involve you in hauling your new master to the court house and back but eventually master wants your fitness levels improved so even at your age you can pull him all the way to Piney Hills Golf Club for his weekend game if he so desires."
"Your new master unlike the old master is keen to show a public example that he is conserving resources and energy" Mr. Bunter continued.
"You will utilize the slave bucket in your cage when you need to go and every morning you will deposit your remains in the toilet on the back porch. You will then wash the toilet and your slave bucket. Do you understand boy?"
"Sir yes sir" Beak replied quickly bringing a smile onto Mr. Bunters face who still couldn't help delighting in his former boss's humiliation.
"There is a hose in the back yard. You will use that to wash your body. Do that daily also. Is that also clear?"
"Sir Yes Sir!"
Mr. Bunter put Beak in his cage; then said to him, "Master Avery has procured a slave boy to assist inside "Juridique" and to run alongside the rickshaw on formal occasions as is the fashion these days for the rickshaws of the rich and influential. The slave boy sleeps in this cage too; he goes by the name of Kip. I will bring him over when his evening duties are completed. A word of warning boy, this slave boy is two months shy of being 13 years old and you know the laws relating to young juvenile slaves better than most, so keep to the law unless you want to be castrated".
Ever since the great crash and President Shelley's reforms there had been adolescent children sold into slavery. This occurred mainly to adolescents aged between sixteen and twenty one years of age. If the child was younger than sixteen then by law an education program had to be implemented and restrictions upon the use of the slave applied and were strictly enforced. This tended to lower the slave's value and worth until they turned 16.
Later that night a very shy young boy wearing khaki slave shorts and tee was locked into the cage with Beak. He cowered over the other side of the cage afraid of the strange slave that now occupied the cage with him.
Beak realized how terrifying he must look to this young boy. Naked, bald, tattooed, and decorated with numerous piercings.
Beak sat quietly in his cage allowing the boy to get used to his presence and to overcome his shyness. As he sat, Beak could hear through the small barred window of the storeroom the sound of voices occasionally from outside. Eventually however all went quite and the outside lighting was turned off leaving the storeroom dimly lit by the moonlight drifting in through the storeroom window.
Kip remained cowering on the other side of the cage near the sanitary bucket for a long time. The size of the cage prevented either of them laying down to sleep without touching each other so Beak at first remained propped against the other side of the cage trying to give the boy as much personal space as was possible.
It took Beak a long time to calm the boy's fears and get Kip to talk to him.
Finally Beak broke the silence barrier and eventually learnt how Kip never knew his father and how his mother had died of leukemia two years ago. His Uncle who was his next of kin had sold him for a small payment into slavery to get him out of his life.
Beak also learnt that Kip already knew who Beak had been in his former life. The household slaves had been talking and joking about Beak's fall from grace ever since Kip had arrived at "Juridique". As beak had suspected, there was little or no sympathy for Beak amongst the household slaves.
In the glow of the moonlight Beak saw Kip look over at him before saying "I know how you feel sir, I suffered before coming here from guys I thought were true friends. This is not my first posting as a slave."
The next thing Beak knew, Kip was sobbing into his hands.
Without thinking he moved over and comforted his cage companion.
Kip did not reject his affection and soon both were huddled together, Kip's bottom tucked into Beaks chest and abdomen as the chill of the night crept into the storeroom.
Even after a month of public ablutions in front of the guards and his fellow slaves Beak blushed profusely as he did his morning piss and crap into the sanitary bucket. Kip looked the other way as did Beak when Kip took his turn. There was no opportunity for modesty however once they were released from their cage by Mr. Bunter and had emptied the bucket and washed it out.
Mr. Bunter made Kip strip naked and stand against an outside wall as he instructed Beak how to wash Kip down with the hose. Regardless of his sexual preferences Beak felt a stirring in his groin as Kip's body was revealed.
Beak feasted his eyes on Kip's firm well-defined pectoral muscles which highlighted the near thirteen year olds bare chest before tapering sensuously to a slim narrow waist. The entire area was smooth, tanned and absolutely flawless. Beak noticed that Kip still had his body hair. Many masters allowed their young teenage slaves this privilege as it gave the master the pleasure of watching their young slaves develop and mature. When they got older and hairier, then they were shaved.
Kips head hair was short but not buzzed. He had just a trace of peach fuzz underneath his arms and also a thin trace of golden down which extended from just beneath his deep navel down to Kip's tan-line which erotically showed off the stark contrast between his bronze abdominal muscles and the pale white skin of his extreme lower belly. The golden down continued down below the tan line and led to a small silky thatch of early adolescent pubic hair which was growing above the base of Kip's flaccid circumcised penis. It was the only hair down there as his penis and ball-sac were smooth and hairless as were his smooth tanned legs.
Used to this daily routine, Kip was not the least aroused or perturbed by his nakedness. When washed, Kip was sent to the kitchen to be dried and dressed in his fancy house boy clothes. When he emerged for Mr. Bunters morning inspection he was dressed in tight fitting royal blue knickerbockers braided with gold and a white silk shirt, maroon velvet waist coat and a maroon jockey cap tasseled with gold pom-poms and decorated with gold and silver ribbons and colorful feathers.
Beak thought to himself that Kip looked ridiculous but knowing Bertram Avery as he did, such an outlandish show of opulence and power was not totally unexpected..
When Kip reappeared Mr. Bunter was informing Beak, "Boy, the master will expect you to pull the rickshaw naked, but so that you conform to the public decency laws you will be expected to decorate yourself as the law allows every morning in time to pull Master Avery to the courthouse. You will find a collection of the things you need in the garage in a blue box on the shelf labeled `Pony'. You will ensure they are maintained spotlessly clean and not soiled. As the public Decency Laws allow, you will wear a fancy ribbon tied round your penis and balls, small jingling bells attached to your nipple rings, plus colorful garters above and below your knees."
Mr. Bunter with the help of Kip and two of the household slaves prepared Beak for his first run as pony for Master Avery. A heavy chain was strung and locked between Beak's wrists and then locked back to the shaft of the rickshaw with handcuff type attachments so that Beak could not escape from the rickshaw. His penis was unlocked so he could `display' properly now that his own hands were secured and there was no chance he could masturbate himself. It was important a slave had pent up sexual energy. It enabled him to perform better and assisted in allowing the slave to maintain his penis in a display position.
"Boy, you know how sensitive I have always been about slaves leaving "Juridique" so until such time as I can trust you totally I insist that every day you will be properly restrained" Mr Bunter informed Beak and Kip, who's job it was going to be to see that the masters pony slave was properly prepared every morning.
Beak was permitted neither footwear nor a hat, and his halter was tightly fitted. A steel bit was placed between Beak's teeth, making speech impossible. A belly-strap attached Beak to the rickshaw.
Mr. Bunter instructed Beak once he was all prepared, "It is the fashion for the pony slave to smile as he pulls the rickshaw as it creates the right impression and shows the master off to his best advantage. Look out boy if I hear reports that you did not behave properly."
Beak was lead around to the front of "Juridique" by Kip and left to await his new master. As Beak had no choice but to stand there at display and await his master he was soon totally bored! He watched the birds flying around, he saw fellow slaves going past the front, going about their early morning business,
Finally the front door opened and his new master strode out and down the steps followed by Mr. Bunter and Kip and without another word Judge Avery got into the seat of the rickshaw as Kip placed his masters briefcase on the seat next to the Judge. Judge Avery sat back and took in his hand a whip from Mr. Bunter. Whips were great encouragers of performance as no slave ever failed to feel the lash, while they often claimed not to have heard a command.
Mr. Bunter reminded Beak that, "Rickshaws are pulled at a steady trot. You should attempt to maintain elegance in your movements, by leaning back a little, lifting your knees high, holding your head erect, and keeping your shoulders back. If you do this properly you will make a fine sight, with your high-stepping, and your cock and balls bouncing nicely for everyone to admire."
"Head to the County Courthouse" Master Avery ordered with a crack of his whip over Beak's head.
Beak felt very self conscious and humiliated as he set off with his master. He hated being attached to the rickshaw, as somehow he felt he was now part of it and what little freedom he had, had, was now totally taken away. Beak had been converted from a free man, to a slave and now to being just a part of the rickshaw.
As he began to jog down the street his feelings got even worse. Some of the passers by recognised Beak for who he used to be, despite his strange new appearance and stood on the sidewalk staring in amazement, pointing and laughing at him as he jogged by with his colorful garters displayed above and below his knees doing nothing to cover his flapping penis and balls which were highlighted by their own bright red ribbons that were tied round them, and with his nipple bells jingling to signal his approach.
Beak's fitness level had improved greatly during his four weeks of intensive slave training and when he first set out to jog the four blocks to the courthouse the road was fairly level and smooth. The last two blocks to the courthouse were however on a hill and Beak soon found pulling the rickshaw along with his master's additional weight was actually quite hard.
Beak had started out at quite a fast jog, but he'd slowed down as it got tougher and tougher, as he struggled to pull the rickshaw up the incline. His lungs were beginning to strain; his heart was pounding and his legs had begun to work really hard to take up the load.
"Get a move on, boy", his master called out, "I want to see you maintain a good, even pace. A proper rickshaw slave moves his master around evenly, and doesn't vary the pace to suit himself!, you have a lot to learn slave boy."
Beak put an added effort in, and managed to maintain an even pace for the remainder of the block before he began to slow down again.
"I warned you, slave boy", Mr Avery shouted, "I don't give orders twice to a lowly slave!"
Beak was unable to plead for mercy as the steel bit placed between his teeth made speech impossible.
The next thing Beak knew there was a sharp `crack' and pain exploded across his shoulders. Bertram Avery had lashed out at him with his whip!
Beak leapt forward, almost as if by reflex, as the whip continued to hit him again, and again.
For the rest of the journey to the courthouse every time Beak showed any signs of flagging or slowing, the whip cracked out and stung Beak across either his shoulders, back or thighs.
As Beak had found during his training, from somewhere deep within his psyche the effect of the whip found a hidden reserve of additional energy that enabled him to speed up and maintain an even speed.
When he arrived at the front of the County Court house his Master got down and came to look at him.
Bertram Avery ran his fingers lightly over Beak's aching, welted and sweat covered shoulders and down his red raw back, whilst Beak stood there distressed, his whole body heaving as he desperately sucked in air and tried to calm his pounding heart.
"See slave boy", Bertram Avery said to Beak. "See how the judicial use of the whip with its touch of pain caused you to react? You probably genuinely thought you were working as hard as you could, doing all that you could to please your master, but your body betrays you, it tries to keep something in reserve, tries to hold back some part of your effort in case an emergency arises. A little 'encouragement', pain applied judicially and properly, can release that additional effort, can get you to give you that extra ten percent of energy that you need for proper performance."
With that Master Avery locked a chain around a tethering rail that stood outside the courthouses main entrance and secured Beak to it so he could not escape. He said nothing further, ignoring Beak and walking off into the building Beak had once considered his domain.
Beak just had to stand there whilst the day's court session went on, unable to move away from where the rickshaw was tethered. Thankfully there was some shade provided by the tree lined boulevard.
The news that the former Judge Mitchell was now tethered out the front to a hitching rail naked and exhibited as a slave pony soon spread through the court complex. All those who weren't in court, seemed to appear outside the courthouse at various times during the day to take in the sight of their former boss's abject humiliation.
Beak hated how exposed he was, tethered to the hitching rail on the sidewalk. Some free citizens who passed by on the sidewalk and some passing in cars seemed to be looking at him. Many had smiles of contempt on their faces; he felt they too knew who he had once been. Most people however would take almost no notice of him at all, acting as if he was invisible!
Young kids with their parent would point and shout taunts as they passed. The adults would say nothing about their child's comments instead just staring back with amused grins. The real young children could be heard asking their parents why a man was standing there naked like that.
The common answer was "Ignore him he's just a slave. A slave is not naked if he's wearing a collar".
Beak now knew that he truly was a slave! That he would be a slave till the day he died. He also knew that at 50 years of age he was already at that age when some slaves began to be sold to the Organ Banks as they were considered past their use by date. He knew he had to work hard to improve his fitness. If he could only just manage to haul his master the four blocks into the courthouse how was he ever going to haul his master all the way to Piney Hills Golf Club along River road and then up the very steep assent to the entrance of the course half way along Piney Hills road.
If he failed to lift his fitness he knew he would soon end his days with his own organs scattered amongst the bodies of many grateful free citizens. It would, he now realised come to that demise some day when his body failed him but for now he wanted to live. Beak feared death, for him even a slave's life seemed better than the perpetual nothingness that was death.
End Part: 5
Acknowledgements:
`A Middle Class Slave Revisited' by Steam Train
`Alternative Deterrence' by Steam Train
`A Middle Class Slave' by Pete Brown
`Dad & Me" by Pete Brown
`You can't be Friends with a Slave' by Pete Brown
`The Best Laid Plans' by Richard Davis
`That Others May Serve' by Richard Davis
`My First Day on the Job' by Randall Austin
`A Portrait of Servitude ^Ö A Child's Questions' by Randall Austin
`Slave Maker' by Josh Ryan
`A Summer in Hell' by L. T. Richards
`What are Friends For?' by L. T. Richards
`Team Effort' by Sanibel Boys