A Portrait of Servitude – The Holding Facility
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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Place: Detroit, Michigan
Background: Holding facilities, still referred to as `holding pens' in the South, are living quarters set up for the indigent, bankrupt, and insolvent who are seriously considering committing themselves to a term of indenturement. Brokerage firms and professional buyers regularly scan a county's holding facilities to gain advance knowledge of what's likely to be available stock; or, if they like what they see, to convince those seeking refuge in the facility that the brokerage firm they work for would best be able to represent them and set them up in an ideal service position, one offering the best terms available.
Although those who voluntarily take shelter in a holding facility are under no legal obligation to ultimately commit themselves to indenturement, it is commonly understood that, since the county is paying room and board for those in the holding facilities, it is the duty of those in the facilities to freely submit to inspections by and answer questions from all interested agents.
Situation: Matt Wilkerson was 17 years old when he had his son, Julian, out of wedlock. Matt, now at the age of 34, has ended up in severe debt. His construction company was rendered bankrupt by several costly lawsuits. Julian, now 17 years old and a senior in high school, is required by state law, as a minor, to remain with his guardian parent even if that parent is indentured. Matt and Julian have been in the Wayne County `holding facility' for two days, and three of Julian's best friends have come to pay them a visit in their room.
"Hey, these digs aren't too bad!" smiled Ralston, Julian's best friend from high school, as he looked about the room. To Ralston and his two friends, Jessie and Caloda, the room which Julian and his father inhabited at the county holding facility resembled the sort of room one would find in a very run down hotel: worn carpet; liquid stained furniture; a faint musty smell; dark, peeling, wallpaper; two cots serving as beds; bed blankets faded and tattered; a heavily stained and worn sink and toilet; and a bathtub one would hesitate to use.
Matt shook his head, "Well, I'm thankful that it's temporary. The advantage of using the holding facility is that we're given priority when it comes to placing us with interested buyers." Matt looked at all three of Julian's friends, "I did tell Julian beforehand not to expect the Hilton."
The friends all laughed to ease the somewhat awkward situation they found themselves in. Ralston, Jessie, and Caloda, all gay, began hanging out with the straight Julian because they were all on the same soccer team as freshmen in high school. They have remained friends ever since; initially because the three of them just wanted to hang out with the very handsome and hunky Julian. But eventually a real friendship formed between the four of them. Through the years all three of the gay friends tried in friendly ways to put the make on Julian. Julian was never bothered by his friends' gayness, but he did let them know he had no interest in guys.
To Ralston, Julian looked unhappy. He put his arm around his shoulder and asked, "You doin' okay, buddy?" Julian nodded `yes'. Ralston handed his digital camera to Caloda and told him to take a snapshot of him and Julian. As Caloda snapped the photo the intercom rang.
Matt pushed the chat button and everyone in the room could hear the voice on the other end. "Mr. Wilkerson, this is Ted Collins. Are you and Julian both in your room?"
"Oh, hi Ted. Yes, we are." Matt covered the receiver with his hand and whispered to Julian's guests that Mr. Collins was the director of the Wayne County holding facility.
The voice on the intercom continued, "Good. I have four gentlemen here; one is from a local brokerage firm, and the other three are interested private buyers. They're here checking our inventory lists and the four of them would like to visit with you and your son now, if it's okay with you?"
Matt smiled, "Yes, by all means. Send them over! I have guests here, do they have to leave?"
"That's entirely up to you, Mr. Wilkerson. The gentlemen will be there in a couple of minutes, and they'll be accompanied by one of our attendants."
"Thank you, Mr. Collins." The intercom went dead.
Jessie asked the Wilkerson's if they, Julian's friends, should leave. Matt answered, "Its okay with me. How about you, Julian?"
"Sure, my friends can stay. I don't see why not."
Caloda wondered, "Julian, dude, is this stint going to mess up your schooling?"
Matt, anxious to put the best face available on the situation, explained that in most of the places Julian and he would likely be serving, the lease holder is required to allow Julian adequate time to complete his high school studies via the state's mail study program for servants.
Caloda nodded, "Wow! That's totally cool!"
There was a knock on the door to the room, and before Mr. Wilkerson could make his way to the door to open it, the attendant had opened the door and ushered the four prospective buyers into the room. The attendant, a pimply faced, 25-year old, Mort Rothstein, pointed to Mr. Wilkerson and his son, "There they are!"
The minimum-wage earning attendants, who worked at the holding facility, were notoriously rude to the inhabitants of the facility, and reveled in the one perk of the low-paying job; an opportunity to boss around the down and out. Mort snapped, "Okay, we need you two faggots to get cunt-naked! Now!"
Mr. Wilkerson was indignant, "We'll do no such thing!"
Mort smiled at the opportunity given him to show off his authority even further, "I want to see both of your cocks and balls in 60 seconds or I'm calling my manager and having him send up a control unit."
Mr. Wilkerson needed to spare his son any further indignity, "Look, I think you're out of line young man!"
Mort pulled his mobile out and turned it on. Mr. Wilkerson was intent on not letting some punk attendant humiliate him, "I think I need to ask all of you to leave!"
The gentleman from the brokerage firm was somewhat knowledgeable of the law as it pertains to servants and spoke up, "Mr. Wilkerson. It's standard procedure. I was just told that all that the two of you own right now are the clothes on your back. It's almost 0 degrees outside right now, and it's expected to get to 20 below this evening. We are miles from town. This is not a halfway house. This is a county holding facility and there are no funds available whatsoever to provide you with transportation to a destination of your choice. I suspect that the reason you ended up here is that you have nowhere else to go. Therefore, I'd suggest you do as you have been asked."
Mr. Wilkerson was finding the situation, on top of all he and his son had been through in the last few weeks, very difficult to bear, "No, it's simply not right to be treated this way."
When Julian, who had butterflies in his stomach, saw the attendant smile and start to enter a call on his mobile, he urged his dad in a nervous voice, "Come on Dad. Let's just do what they want."
Mr. Wilkerson, with hardly a shred of dignity left, felt compelled to stand his ground, "No son, I assure you; nothing is going to happen."
Jessie whispered to Ralston, "Old man Wilkerson is a fuckin' nitwit loser!"
As Mort spoke to his manager on his mobile, Julian's friends shifted nervously, while two of the personal buyers smiled bemusedly.
Caloda overheard Jessie's comment, and whispered to his friends, "He may be a nitwit, but he's one fuckin' hottie!"
Jessie agreed, and felt it would be awkward for Julian if he saw his friends whispering about him and his dad, so he restrained his need to comment on the fact that he agreed with Caloda, and had always thought Julian's dad was even better looking than Julian. He felt uncomfortable with his excitement over the fact that there was a good chance he was about to get to see Julian and his dad in the nude, given the unpleasantness of the situation.
Within moments two large guards, dressed in the formidable black and grey uniform of the Wayne County Servant Control, and each carrying straps and cords, entered the room. Both in their forties, they carried themselves handsomely and impressively in their thigh-flared trousers. Jessie and Caloda swallowed hard, trying to suppress their excitement at being in the same room with two such swaggering officers. Ralston wanted to flee from the embarrassing scene taking place before his eyes, but, like Jessie and Caloda, he was transfixed.
As both officers removed their caps, signaling to all that they were about to do something, the taller of the two asked, "What's going on here?"
Mort explained, "We have two uppity fucks here. They refuse to strip for our clients."
One of the officers grabbed Julian roughly, as the other officer approached him with a large pair of scissors. Julian's terrified look steeled his father, "I order both of you to leave my son alone!"
The officer with the scissors stopped in his tracks and looked at Mr. Wilkerson in amazement, then nodded at Mort, "You were right, kid! I haven't seen such uppity behavior in a long time." He then nodded at the officer holding Julian and indicated Mr. Wilkerson with a toss of his head. The officer released Julian, then hurried towards Mr. Wilkerson and roughly grabbed him, gathering his arms behind his back. As the other officer began snipping off Mr. Wilkerson's clothes, Mr. Wilkerson screamed, "Gawdamn both of you fuckers!" As the officers stripped Mr. Wilkerson with a vengeance, Julian hurriedly began removing his clothes.
The officer doing the snipping shook his head at Mr. Wilkerson, "Too bad for you both, because now these fine gentlemen here are not going to be interested in buying you unless we can show them that that uppityness of yours can be whipped out of you!"
Julian stripped with his back to his friends and immediately covered his genitals. Mr. Wilkerson could not cover himself as his arms were held by one of the officers. When Julian's three friends saw the tackle hanging from Mr. Wilkerson's finely tapered physique, they all began to harden.
The officers quickly guided Julian and his father so that they were facing each other, and pressed their naked bodies together. Mr. Wilkerson did not know what was happening, and in a still firm voice asked, "What's going on?"
Mort was quick to respond, "They're gonna' wale your asses until you start behaving. That's what's going on!" The light gloss of perspiration that covered Mort's pimply face indicated that he was excited at having successfully engineered a punishment for the good-looking father and son.
Mr. Wilkerson asked, "On what authority can you do that. We are not indentured!"
As the guards held father and son tightly against one another they began binding their upper arms together with straps around their biceps. As they did so the taller of the guards explained, "It's all clearly explained on the form you signed when you came here. It said that by taking up residence in the Wayne County holding facility the tenant agrees to abide by all reasonable requests and is subject to all rules and regulations pertaining to the indentured. A request by a prospective buyer to examine you is a perfectly reasonable request that you have failed to obey. Having failed to obey such a request you now face the same consequences a social servant would for misbehaving."
Mr. Wilkerson tried to protect his son, "My son was not involved in this."
Mort, wide-eyed and angry, jumped in, "The kid refused to obey me, just like his dad!" Mort's explanation satisfied the guards; and Matt, Julian, and Julian's friends, all knew that it did.
With their upper arms bound firmly together, both father and son were now locked together so closely that they had to put their heads together side by side. Julian's friends, as well as the buyers, admired the matching pair of prominent bubble butts on father and son.
The representative from the brokerage firm spoke to the three private clients, "Ah, I think we're going to see a punishment called the `carousel'. It's kind of a neat thing to see!"
Each of the officers took a three-inch wide, three and half foot long, reformatory strap, and guided the bound father and son to the center of the room. Each officer then stood opposite each other six feet apart, with the bound father and son in between the two officers.
The taller of the two officers commanded Mr. Wilkerson and his son, "Now I want you two standing up nice and tall and straight, like big boys." When father and son did so their bodies pressed intimately together, flesh against flesh from shoulders to feet.
The taller officer then raised his arm holding the strap and said to his partner, "I'll strike first." When he said this, Ralston scrunched up his face with a worried look and let out a moan. The taller officer saw this, brought his arm with the strap back down, and turned towards the three friends, "Listen, you three young men. I take it from the expressions on your faces that this is something you are not used to. Let me explain something to you."
The officer paused a bit, and in a very sincere tone continued. "When a parent admonishes a child in order to help it understand that it must not go near a hot stove, and then drives home the point with a few good swats to the child's butt, they are not doing that out of hatred for the child, or out of a desire to inflict pain. Rather they are doing it for the very opposite reason; out of love for the child and with a desire to protect the child from harm. You three young men need to understand that Officer Stanns and I are exactly like such parents. We are not meanies who hate servants. Quite the opposite! As Social Services professionals we are committed to the well-being of servants and to the success of the social services system."
"All of us at different stages of our life have different duties and different responsibilities. You as students have the duty to get the best grades you possibly can. And if Mr. Wilkerson and his son are accepted into Wayne County as social servants, then they have the duty to make sure that they perform all tasks assigned them quickly and efficiently. The quality of work, social servants perform directly impacts the economy and the quality of life in Wayne County. If a single servant slacks, then everyone suffers. So the importance of the responsibilities they bear as social servants needs to be brought home to them in a very direct fashion."
All three of Julian's friends nodded in understanding of the officer's explanation, as did all four of the prospective buyers.
The tall officer turned back to the business at hand, and again commanded the Wilkerson's, "Okay, let's see how nice and tall you two can stand for us. Boys like you need to learn the consequences of disobedience." Both Wilkerson's slithered their bodies up to show that they were obedient. "Good boys!" The officer then brought his arm up and let the strap flail across Mr. Wilkerson's rump. The strike made a lot of noise and was joined by a holler from Mr. Wilkerson, "Noooo!", and that was followed by an attempt by him to get out of the way of the strap which caused him to try and bolt away. When two seconds later the other officer's strap landed across Julian's ass, he also screamed and tried to avoid the blows, thus causing the two bound men to move in a circular fashion.
One of the buyers laughed out, "I can see why it's called the `carousel'."
The two officers were very skilled at strapping the two asses at just the right time to keep the two Wilkerson's moving around and around. Even despite the screams and howls of father and son, the unusual sight brought smiles of amazement to all of the spectators' faces, including those of Ralston, Jessie, and Caloda.
As the ferocity of the strappings increased so did the circular motion of the bound father and son. The muscled asses going round and round, coupled with the screams of Julian and his father, gave Ralston, Jessie, and Caloda, turgid erections. And what they were witnessing, seeing buff Julian and his hot dad being treated to such a humiliating punishment, sent forbidden waves of pleasure through their bodies, causing all three of their dicks to start leaking precum. At one point, when the three friends made eye contact with each other, they saw that they all had open-mouth half smiles, indicating that that they were excited. Ralston shook his head in embarrassment. Jessie licked his lips and tugged at his slacks to free his boner, and his two friends, seeing the move, did the same to their slacks.
The four individual buyers were laughing heartily. Julian, in the throes of embarrassment and pain, could hear the laughter and wondered if his friends were laughing. When the officers had the father/son team prancing in circles at top speed, one of the personal buyers took out a camera and snapped a few pictures, "I gotta show this to my wife!"
Ralston felt awfully doing it, but he knew that Julian couldn't see him, so he quickly took his digital camera out and snapped two quick shots of the spectacle.
The agent from the brokerage firm spoke to his fellow buyers, "I always have to smile when I see the carousel. Not only is it damn effective, but it's a hoot to watch!"
Just when Caloda was beginning to feel that the punishment was too extreme, it stopped. The officers unbound the two, and faced them towards the prospective buyers. Both father and son's cocks were in full-bloom.
The agent from the brokerage firm took out two weights hanging from cords and said, "This would be a good opportunity for me to perform the weight test." The tall officer told him to go ahead, and he approached Matt and Julian and slung the cords with the weights around their erect dicks. He was pleased with the test results, "I don't know if you other gentlemen need this info, but our brokerage house always tests erectile strength. And both father and son can carry a number 10 weight. The father is in prime sexual health, just like his son."
When the buyer from the brokerage firm removed the weights from their penises, both Matt and Julian were dazed from the embarrassment. Neither one of them could bear to look in the direction of Julian's friends. When they were both asked to bend over, they were so defeated and shamed that they offered no resistance as Mort took a slender diameter steel dildo, lubed it, and worked it up both of their asses. Mort offered his assessment to the buyers. "The old man's kind of tight, but the kid is as fuckable as a bitch in heat. But both of them can take it up the ass if they have to."
As Mort took a cloth and wiped off the steel dildo, he addressed the buyers, "While we got these two tits-naked, if any of you want to snap a few photos I can have them flex their muscles for you."
All four buyers wanted pictures. Mort commanded Matt and Julian to skin back their dicks, stick out their chests, flex their biceps, ands strike a `muscle-boy' pose. Both father and son complied; Matt out of total defeat and Julian out of fear.
After the photos, their dicks deflated, and no one saying anything, Julian felt especially awkward and bent over and picked up his jockey shorts from off the floor. Mort snarled, "Who the fuck told you two cocksuckers to get dressed? Throw those shorts back on the floor!" Julian did so with lightening speed. "The buyers are not finished checking you out. Both of you, skin back your dicks again, so your buyers can see all of you!" Father and son swallowed hard and did as commanded. "Now stand nice and tall, hands at your sides!"
One of the buyers, Frederick Koshell, wondered, "I like the material, but that whipping they just got doesn't seem to have cured them of their problem behavior."
Another buyer, a gentleman of about 50, answered, "I'm definitely interested in these two, and intend to bid on them. But I'll tell you what's going to happen to them if I win the bidding. As soon as I get them to my place I'll give them a good lecture on what kind of behavior I expect and then I'm securing both of them to the punishment frame, applying thumb, finger, toe, and tit screws to them, and leaving them to think on the consequence of misbehavior for two or three hours. Then, before I remove the screws, I'll take my reformatory strap and have a good session not only with their butts, but also with their legs and thighs. I find that that does the trick on even hard-to-break servants, like these two."
Mr. Koshell nodded, "It sounds like a good control system. I'm also interested in purchasing these two, but I don't have time for disciplining slaves. My two teenage sons are at an age where they enjoy handling slaves, so I let them handle all the discipline and control. My slaves are all well behaved. I let my sons have a free hand in their control. I don't know what they do, but I figure that as long as none of my slaves has ever had to be hospitalized, my boys can't be doing anything too harsh in order to keep them in line."
Everyone laughed at Mr. Koshell's laid back style. Another buyer, a 27-year old investment banker, liked what he had heard, "I don't have any children to help me control slaves. I too intend to bid on these two. But if I win the bid the first thing I'm having done to them, even before we leave this holding facility, is get them fitted with permanent cock cages. I'll let them know that I won't even consider having the cages removed until after 10 months, and then only if their behavior has been exemplary. And if the cages do come off after 10 months, they will still be on a limited and monitored masturbation schedule. I find that you can best control a servant through his cock."
The gentleman from the brokerage firm agreed, "My firm believes in that policy, as well. We believe in preemptive discipline, and if we sense bad behavior coming, we punish even if no actual transgression has occurred. And for the severely intransigent, we give them ample warning that they are on the fast track to either getting docked or castrated. Once we give them that warning, proper, inline, behavior usually follows. It's rare, but we have followed through on that threat on occasion." The gentleman from the brokerage firm looked at the investment banker, "But it is very true what you say; slaves sure are awfully obsessed with their cocks, and through their cocks is the best way to control them."
Officer Stanns shared his knowledge, "My Uncle Phil had one of his slaves docked, and he is now one of Uncle Phil's best behavers."
Jessie wondered, "What exactly are you talking about?"
Officer Stanns answered, "It's having their dicks surgically shortened: either removing the tip, or slicing it to half its length. The slave can still do and feel everything he used to with his cock, but it does wonders for their personalities. It makes a slave realize that he is really special, and is not at all like free men. It has a calming effect on them and helps them to accept their lot."
Mort especially enjoyed this kind of talk, "I think all slaves should be docked." He nodded at Matt and Julian, "If I had my way they'd all be docked the moment they walked into this facility!"
The tall officer and the buyers smiled somewhat nervously at Mort's extreme views.
The tall officer spoke, "Well, if you gentlemen have seen enough, then Officers Stanns' and my work is finished here." Mort spoke, "I take it, then, that all four of you gentlemen are interested in bidding on these two?"
All four buyers nodded `yes'.
Mort addressed Matt and Julian, "As the form you signed says, once a client has expressed an interest in your purchase, you are legally committed to indenturement if that person is able to come up with the funds in a timely manner. There is no backing out now! You two are now officially valued property of the State of Michigan until your sale, and as such I have to secure you."
Mort removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt, gathered Mr. Wilkerson's arms behind his back, and cuffed his arms together. When he did the same to Julian, Julian started sobbing uncontrollably.
Mort then addressed the buyers; "I'll lead you gentlemen to the bursar's office. A closed auction like this has a few unique rules, but it is a pretty low-key affair, and it should be over shortly."
The two officers exited the room, followed by the four interested buyers. Mort then addressed Julian's three friends, "I'm sorry, but you have to leave now. As these two are now indentured, and I cannot leave them unattended."
Ralston wanted in some way to strike out at Mort, to express his contempt over Mort's treatment of Matt and Julian, but all that came out was, "Do you have to leave them naked? Why can't you let them have a shred of dignity?"
Mort's surprisingly composed response surprised Jessie, Ralston, and Caloda, "I'm sorry. I know you're probably not used to nudity. But as soon as I lead the gentlemen buyers to the bursar's office I have to come right back here and get to work on these two. There's a lot that needs to be done. I need to get them shaved, disinfected, bathed, head-waxed, cock-polished, body stenciled, ear-tagged, scrotum looped, butt-plugged, ball-gagged, and dressed in their Michigan State Service jumpsuits."
Matt, Julian, Ralston, Caloda, and Jessie all made their awkward farewells. When Mort exited the room after Ralston, Caloda, and Jessie, and Matt could hear Mort locking the door behind him, he joined his son in uncontrolled sobbing.
POSTSCRIPT:
Matt and Julian were purchased by Mr. Koshell, the buyer who said that he let his two teenage sons maintain his slaves. Mr. Koshell runs a construction firm manned primarily by indentured carpenters. Matt enjoys the work, and working with the other servants. It turns out that Mr. Koshell's two sons were indeed interested in handling slaves; the female slaves.
They had no interest in the male slaves whatsoever and left them alone. Mr. Koshell just always thought that when the boys told them they had been checking out the slaves that they had been making sure everything was going okay in the servants' quarters. He had no idea each one of his sons was carrying on an impassioned romance with his two female slaves.
When Julian turned 18, eight months after being indentured, he was free to leave his father's side and his indentured service, and attend college.
The conditions of forced nudity and living in close quarters with other nude men effectively made both Matt and Julian come to terms with their sexuality. Julian and Ralston share a room on campus, and are now engaged in a fun-filled, passionate, affair.
Matt is either giving it or taking it up the ass every night in Mr. Koshell's servant quarters, and is enjoying it immensely. He says that he still prefers women; but he also says that when he is finally released he is taking that portion of his sale that the state invested for him and intends to start a new construction company which caters to the needs of the gay community.
The End
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