The American Way -- Whitey-Boy Tar Slave
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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Jack Jeffers stood anxiously in the living room of his house, along with his two youngest sons, Vernon, 15, and Cory, 17. Lending support to Jack for what was about to take place was Jack's brother, Andrew.
The professional servant handling team that was present consisted of Brian Hennessy, an official of the Hickman County Social Services Agency in Centerville, Tennessee; Gabe Coulter, a new employee for Hickman County, and recently employed by Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports of San Francisco, California; and Bimbo Rushman, a servant groomer for Hickman County.
Jack spoke to his sons, "I want you boys to know that what I'm doing to Brent isn't because he is not your real brother. When your mother and I adopted Brent when he was a child we loved him just as much as we do you two, our own, boys. And through the years we lavished just as much love on Brent as we did you. It pains me to have to do this to my stepson, but children, you have to understand that what I'm doing is for his own good."
Andrew nodded his head in support of his brother's statement. Jack continued, "The state servant program is a good place for boys like Brent, who are homosexuals. It provides a secure setting for them while offering them counseling, bible study, and treatment for their problems."
"I can't tell you boys how much it pained me to discover last month that Brent was a homo. When I discovered all those filthy magazines that he had locked away in his suitcase, I felt as if our home had been invaded by an evil spirit. The state servitor program makes all servants take bible classes. This will be good for Brent. I should have known long ago that something was wrong with Brent from the way he never wanted to go to church with us."
Footsteps could be heard coming up the front porch, and Gabe immediately stooped down to his implements case, which he had set on the floor, and unlocked it. At the same time Bimbo checked the portable gurney he had brought with him to make sure that the wheels were locked and that the binding straps could easily be uncoiled.
As 19 year-old Brent entered the living room he flashed a surprised smile at all of the unknown people in his house. Expecting his dad to introduce him, Brent walked up to Brian Hennessy and extended a friendly hand of greeting. At that instant Gabe Coulter grabbed him from behind with both arms and started tearing off his shirt. As buttons flew all over the living room, Bimbo grabbed Brent's neck with a flesh clutch as Gabe spoke in a strong voice, "Brent Jeffers, we are agents from Hickman County Social Service here to induct you into a lifelong term of indentured servitude with the State of Tennessee.
If you offer resistance of any kind we are authorized to submit to the state controlling agency a writ for your summary castration and 40 strokes of the bullwhip. You are hereby remanded to the custody of Brian Hennessy, Hickman County Social Services Agency Senior Appraiser, and are hence subject to all laws pertaining to servitors in Hickman County."
The two senior agents made easy work of stripping Brent naked and splaying him out on the gurney. Bimbo deftly unfurled the restraining coils of the gurney and secured Brent's body to the gurney.
As Brent called out in confusion, his father responded, "I'm only doing this because I love you son. They help boys like you in the county servant program. They teach you the bible."
As Bimbo took electric clippers to Brent's pubic hair, he commented, "They sure do, Mr. Jeffers! They make all slaves memorize scripture, and they get a good whipping if they don't have their verses memorized."
Jack tried to calm his son's struggling on the gurney, "Jesus will make your slave work real easy, son. He has a special love for slaves."
As Bimbo applied shaving cream to Brent's man sex area, Brian started to put large, thick, work boots on Brent's feet. Gabe commented, "It's amazing the way you do things here in Tennessee. I like it! In California a boy like Brent would now be placed in a training program that could run anywhere from two months to almost a year. But here, you take them right from the home and put them into immediate service."
Brian responded, "That's right! On the job training is good enough for us. That's what god made whips and paddles for!"
Everyone except Brent and his father laughed. Brian continued, "We have training for the slaves for some jobs, technical jobs and so on. But when a boy's just going to be doing things like road work, trench digging, and load hauling, like Brent here, there's nothing to train except show him how fast he needs to move."
"As soon as Bimbo gets him cock shaved and cinched, we'll take him right out to the road tarring team over on Milford Street. Brent's been assigned to be a `tar boy'."
Mr. Jeffers wondered, "Just boots? That's all he gets to wear?"
Brian nodded, "We work the new boys, jack-buck naked the first couple of days out on the road team. It's good for breaking the new boys in. It will help Brent face the fact that he's a slave now. And the road team overseers need to use the tawse and training whip quite a bit on the new boys. So if one area of Brent's body should get too bruised up, the overseers can easily find another area to whap him. If they run out of clean area to whip, they can always make him spread his legs and whap him on the inner thighs and legs."
Gabe wondered, "I would guess they get pretty dirty tarring the roads naked."
Brian smiled, "They sure do! By the end of today Brent is going to be as black as sin; as black as a little dirty chimney sweeper, urinal scrubber, or a manure shoveler. But it's fitting work for a homo boy. They get as black as their sin."
Brent's Uncle Andrew commented, "It's funny the way the world changes. 200 years ago all the slaves were black here in Tennessee. Now it's almost the exact opposite: the vast majority of slaves in Tennessee are whitey boys, like Brent."
When Brent's crying rose in pitch, Brian offered his comfort, "You don't need to be ashamed of anything boy, in being a whitey-boy tar slave. God intended for homo boys like you to be slaves to us good folk. You work for us, and we teach you the lord's ways!"
Young Vernon laughed and called out, "You hear that Brent, you're going to be one of those `tar boys'!"
Once Bimbo had Brent shaved bald-cunt smooth, he applied a broad banded cinch about the base of Brent's cock and balls. Andrew wondered what it was for, so he asked.
Brian answered, "The cinch serves several purposes. We've got about 30 homo boys tarring the roads over on the Milford Street project. Only the new boys are totally naked, but those that are wearing their road slave jumpsuit work with their cocks and balls hanging out. We can't afford to let them stop working for piss breaks, so the cinch, by keeping their cock and balls sticking way up, allows the slaves to piss while they work without sloshing themselves too much."
"You'll notice, also, that affixed to the cinch are a bunch of little D-rings. At night we attach a cock cage to the cinch so the boys can't get at themselves. We kennel the homo boys at night in one big room. You can imagine what they'd be doing with each other if we didn't lock their sex away!"
Gabe elaborated, "One of the proven strategies for optimizing servitor output is chastity caging. It's a fact of marketing that cock-caged boys have more energy to expend on productive ends."
Brian affirmed, "'Caging' the boys gives them more strength to do the work God wants these boys to be doing for the good folks of Hickman County."
Mr. Jeffers wondered, "How long will Brent be assigned to tarring roads?"
Brian looked the newly cinched, crying, Brent over as he lay strapped to the gurney, "If he works out, and he responds well to whip commands, he'll probably be tarring roads for the rest of his life. Here in Hickman County we like to keep slaves on one kind of job for their entire life, if it's possible. It's much more efficient for the county."
"This morning when I got to work, I looked over the list of the boys I'd be subducting today and I saw that the road crew needed a new tar boy. I always try to match the boy to the job, and when I saw that you were placing Brent into servitude because of his sickness, I knew he was the obvious choice for the tar boy position."
Brian looked at Mr. Jeffers with sympathy, "I can assure you, Mr. Jeffers you did the right thing in having your son committed. We can help Brent. With good hard work, guided by lots of beatings, served alongside of plenty of bible study and bible counseling, we'll get most of that homo stuff out of his system. We cure most of the homo boys who come through our servitor system! If the bible doesn't get the sin out of him, the whip will!"
Bimbo looked at the senior agents to see if they were ready to leave. The agents signaled that they were ready, Bimbo spun the gurney around, Brent let out a pitiful howl, and his father called out, "I love you son. You hang in there!"
Once the collection team had left, little Vernon ran up to his room, found his muscle boy magazines, and with lightening speed put them under what used to be Brent's mattress.
The End
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