A Portrait of Servitude -- A Taste of Reality
By Randall Austin Short Story
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Place: Decatur, Georgia
Background: Even though the South is slowly adopting more humane practices in its treatment of the indentured, it is still a culture where the indentured are seen as objects to be used, and strict, useless, and outdated, state regulations mandate how indentured servants are to be handled and regarded. The indentured are still referred to as slaves in most of the South.
In Georgia, offenses committed by slaves are classified on a scale of 1 to 5. All offenses in the 1 to 3 range must, by state law, be punished with physical discipline. A majority of the citizens of the state are against the old ways of regarding slaves, but efforts to have the old laws changed are not happening with any speed in Georgia simply because the state's economy and lobbying interests are focused on issues of more immediate concern to the state's citizens.
Most owners simply ignore minor slave infractions such as backtalk. But if such an offense is witnessed by anyone other than the owner's family and friends, then it is always the wisest course of action to follow the proper Southern way: do as the law requires.
Because most slave owners do not personally care to physically discipline their slaves, all counties have facilities for carrying out mandated punishments for those owners who do not have the stomach to do such things.
Situation: 26-year old Gerald Frederick Harvard was usually considered by people who got to know him as the nicest boy in the whole world: an A-student, a dedicated state social worker, an activist for the underprivileged, kindly and gently disposed, helpful to all, and unselfconsciously handsome on top of it all.
Gerald was enslaved nine months ago for a period of three years for falling into a steep and spiraling debt. The judge, in sentencing sweet Gerald, told him he believed he was a "fine young man", and that he was doing him a favor in sentencing him to indenturement because it would, relatively speedily, help him "escape" his debt.
Gerald was purchased by a liberal professor of history, Dr. Elmore Madison. Dr. Madison, his wife, Merilla, and their son Dante, 16, and daughter, Masona, 12, all loved Gerald, who Dr. Madison employed to do office duties and general housekeeping. So it was an unfortunate event when one night Gerald was having a bottle of wine with some of his friends, and suddenly was surprised by the presence of Merilla, who had entered his room without knocking and overheard part of a confidential conversation. In a fit of anger, inflamed by the wine, Gerald shouted at Merilla, "Jesus Christ! Can't you fucking knock on the door before entering like a civilized human being?"
The following day Gerald apologized profusely for his drunken outburst. Merilla and her husband told Gerald it was no big deal, that they loved him and forgave him, and that they would normally be quite content to overlook it. Unfortunately, the mayor's assistant was visiting and overheard the outburst. When Doctor Madison asked Gerald if he knew what that meant, Gerald replied that he did. Gerald smiled resignedly, and said to Doctor Madison and his wife that he "had it coming". Doctor Madison called the County Slave Authority, and a punishment date was set for the following Friday morning at the De Kalb County Court House.
PART ONE
Having been a state employed social worker for two years before he was enslaved, Gerald Frederick Harvard knew something of what to expect as punishment, but he, like most liberal intellectuals, tended to avoid places and things that had anything to do with slaves. He had tried researching Georgia state punishment codes on the Internet in the days preceding his punishment, called friends of his to ask if they had any idea of what the procedure was, but there was surprisingly little info to be found. He knew that his offense, impudent backtalk, was considered a level 3 offense, the least serious of the three punishable levels, and so Gerald took some comfort in knowing that his punishment probably wouldn't be too horrendous.
What he did know was that punishments were usually carried out in the nude, and witnesses were allowed, but limited to owners and their family members, and to the slave's own immediate family. While Gerald decided not to inform his own family of what had happened so they wouldn't worry unnecessarily over him, he had hoped that Dr. Madison wouldn't invite his family. But Doctor Madison wanted his children to witness Gerald's punishment, "Gerald, you and I both know that unjust things are still happening to the indentured in this country. I want my children to witness this especially because they love you so much. I want them to see the system in action, so they can see how backwards and horrible it still is. It's for their education, and their own good. I want them to have a taste of reality. One day they will be future activists, helping to improve the lot of slaves."
On the morning of his scheduled punishment, Gerald felt awkward as he groomed himself in his normal way after showering. As he applied antiperspirant to his armpits, and gelled and combed his hair, he wondered for whom he was trying to make himself presentable; for the guy who would actually beat him? "Maybe I should be sweaty and stinky as a way of paying him back for what he's going to do to me."
But Gerald was too sweet to hold a grudge, and realized he should look nice because he always wanted to be neat around Doctor Madison and his family. Dr. Madison and his family loved the way Gerald looked, and they frequently complimented him on his full head of always neatly styled hair.
As Dr. Madison, his two children, and Gerald set out for the courthouse at 9:30 AM, Gerald was nervous, and the presence of Dante and Masona in the car, chatting in the same way they did when they went out with Gerald on grocery shopping trips, unnerved Gerald. His hands were cold and sweaty.
At the check-in desk of the courthouse, Dr. Madison presented his papers certifying his ownership of Gerald, and the clerk asked Dr. Madison if he wished to witness Gerald's strapping. When he said that he did, and he wanted the children to witness it as well, the clerk asked if the children were his. When Doctor Madison confirmed that they were, the clerk handed him a ticket and directed Dr. Madison and his children to the 3rd floor of the courthouse, which dealt solely with slave affairs. The clerk sent for a guard, who came and took Gerald away, and smiled at Doctor Madison, "On the third floor present your ticket to the security clerk, and she will direct you to the punishment bay."
When Doctor Madison and his two children stepped off the elevator onto the third floor of the courthouse, they noticed a large sign in front of all the elevator doors, "Overseers: No nudity beyond this point. Slaves leaving this floor must be appropriately attired."
Dr. Madison presented his ticket to the female security attendant, and she explained, "Go down the hallway and turn left at the first crossway. Precede four doors down to Room 317, Corrections and Discipline, and present your ticket. Punishments will begin promptly at 10:30. There are twelve slaves in this morning's punishment queue, and right now they are getting clipped, shaved, and harnessed. Gerald is set to receive 25 strokes. If any male slave erects during punishment, the punishment will be stopped and his penis will be slung and hung before his punishment continues, and five strokes will be added to the punishment. After his strapping, Gerald will then be strung up and displayed in the rear curtilage for four hours. You may leave him on display for the full four hours, or claim him anytime after the mandatory one-hour display time."
Dr. Madison was suddenly uncomfortable as he led his children to the punishment bay. As he entered the "Corrections and Discipline" room with his children, he noted that it looked like a small auditorium with a seating area, and a raised stage in front. There was nothing on the stage to indicate that it was a place of punishment, such as whipping frames or horses. There were about 30 people scattered about the seating area, and most of them had video cameras hanging around their necks. As Dr. Madison removed his video camera from his side pack, Dante asked why he had it. Dr. Madison told his son that videotaping is recommended for legal purposes, should the slave incur any serious or permanent injuries during his punishment.
When Dante realized that he would be witnessing real punishments in which people could get seriously injured, he became frightened. His father noted his apprehension, and put a fatherly arm around his teenage son.
The chatting of the spectators in the room was excited but hushed, as if everyone was looking forward to some special show. Most of the spectators had taken seats in the front, near the stage. Dr. Madison found three seats together in the third row, and he and his children sat down in them.
Masona looked excitedly about, and asked her father if the punishments would take place on the stage. Her father answered, "I assume so, honey. I'm not really sure." A middle-aged gentleman seated in front of them overheard, and turned to answer, "Yes they do, sir. The whole thing actually goes by rather quickly."
Dr. Madison nodded his appreciation for the answer, "Thank you."
The gentleman was curious, "You have an errant slave up for some correction?"
"Well, it's mandatory you know. He simply got drunk and used some nasty language."
"Well that's the beauty of the system, sir. This way the slave doesn't really hold so much of a grudge against you as he does of the system. He gets punished because he's got to, and in the end you get a decently obeying slave out of it."
Dr. Madison wished the gentleman would mind his own business, but the gentleman continued, "Whenever I bring my little Burt here for a bare-ass strapping, I always tell him that if I had my way, he wouldn't be getting punished. Of course, I'm damn glad he's getting the beating he deserves, but I don't tell him that."
The gentleman laughed to himself, and leaned over to whisper to Dr. Madison, "And there's a little bonus in it for us today, mate. I passed the back area on my way here and saw that there are two really sweet little chicks in the punishment line."
Dr. Madison showed no expression, and his disdain for the gentleman's voyeurism did not come through. But the gentleman turned his attention away from Dr. Madison when a stage door opened and two guards walked out on stage. And they were soon followed by a parade of twelve nude slaves, with Gerald the third in line. All the slaves, 9 males and 3 females, had their heads down, and hands covering their genitals. Two of the females were also trying with one hand to cover their titties. When the guard showed the slaves where to stop, all the slaves turned as much as they could to keep their backsides facing the audience.
All of the slaves had a large plastic tag affixed to their left arms, which gave their names and the type of punishment they were due to receive. The slaves were also fitted with a chest harness that consisted of several straps encircling their upper torso; and a strap around the topmost part of each leg, which would provide most of the support for the slaves when they were hung in the courtyard after their punishments.
Dr. Madison was shocked to see that the slaves were dripping wet, and all of them had been given body shaves. The women's heads were totally shaved, and all of the male slaves had all of the sides of their heads shaved, with only a circle of buzzed hair left on the top of their heads. From what little Dr. Madison could see of the slaves' covered genitals, it appeared that all genital hair was removed as well.
The slaves, not having been allowed to dry themselves after the post-shaving shower that they had received, were shivering from the chill. All the slaves had their heads down in shame, and some were red with embarrassment. Gerald was among them.
Two more uniformed guards walked out on the stage, and each one was carrying several implements; one carried a broad strap and two different versions of a large paddle, and the second guard carried a tawse and a whip. The four guards on stage all wore the same black uniform, peaked cap, and knee-high boots, of the Georgia State Slave Patrol. None of the guards appeared to be over the age of thirty to Dr. Madison, and as he looked them over he wondered why anyone would want to get into such a line of work.
Two guards walked over to the first boy in line, a kid of 17 years, and each guard grabbed one of the slave's arms and roughly pulled him towards the center and most forward part of the stage. With a guard on either side of the slave and each firmly holding one of the boy's arms, they faced the slave toward the audience. The boy's terror made him forget his modesty. The boy looked young enough that several in the audience didn't know if he was hairless because he was shaved or because he had not yet ever grown any pubic hair.
The tallest guard came up behind the boy with a paddle as one of the guards holding the boy read the arm tag off, "Jason Lombard. 15 strokes with the hardwood paddle."
Several people with video cameras started shooting the boy before the first stroke landed. When it did the boy screamed and bucked. With the second stroke the boy bucked furiously, and one of the holding guards spoke furiously, "Calm your ass down, you fucking slave!"
With the third stroke the boy was bawling and his small penis started erecting. Masona was transfixed. By the ninth stoke the young slave's penis was sticking straight up and a holding guard asked for the punishment to be halted. When it stopped the boy was still wailing as the guard fetched a penis sling and a chained weight.
The boy looked even more terrified as the guard knelt down in front of him and started to put the sling on him. The first cuff of the sling cinched tightly the base of the cock in back of the balls. Connected to the base cinch was another expandable cuff that was tightened around the base of the penis itself, in front of the balls. At the base of this penis cuff was a D-ring to which was attached a six and a half inch light caliber chain from which hung a three pound steel ball weight.
The boy screamed in agony when the guard dropped the weight, and let the slave's cinched cock carry the weight. The cuff about the base of the penis was cinched very tight, causing the penis head to turn an especially dark shade of purple. It was obvious to all that it was very painful. The weight tugged fully down on his young cock, causing it to stick straight out and slightly downward from his body, as the steel ball swayed between his legs. The guard called out, "Five strokes added for a twenty strokes total, eleven more to go!"
Dante swallowed hard as the punishment continued and the boy's screaming continued. When finally the punishment neared its end, the boy's young prick was almost standing straight up again, even with the weight. When his punishment was over, the sobbing boy was led offstage and the two guards went to the next slave in line, a 27-year old female, and pulled her to the front of the stage in a similar rough way and had her face the audience.
Dante swallowed even harder. He had never seen a real naked woman before, only in magazines. And being shaved, everything was so fully exposed. Perspiration broke out on his forehead. Dr. Madison noticed his children's interest, but had no qualms, for he thought of the experience as both a lesson in the horrors of slavery for his children, and, as an added bonus, a live-model anatomy lesson.
As the female slave screamed during her 15 stroke back tawsing, the guards holding her shouted out especially nasty comments, "Just getting what you deserve, whore slave!" "Be glad you're only getting 15 strokes, you worthless bitch!" The guards' thoroughly obscene and degrading comments turned Dante on in a way he had never before imagined he could be turned on. He loathed the guards for their crudeness, yet reveled in it.
The fact that such demeaning talk to slaves was in no way censured or looked down upon, highlighted for Dr. Madison how truly backwards the South still was compared to the rest of the country, and especially to the rest of the world.
Next up in the line of the naked slaves up for punishment was Gerald, who looked like he might start crying before the punishment began. When he was pulled roughly forward in front of the stage, and held in place by the two guards, tears were already rolling down his face. Gerald's penis had shriveled considerably from shame and fear, and even shaved, it appeared to be no more than two inches in length, not counting his quite lengthy foreskin. Despite his very small penis, Dr. Madison thought Gerald looked quite good with his new haircut.
Masona also thought Gerald looked cute with his new haircut, but she was surprised that his penis was even smaller than the first young boy's penis. In fact, it almost looked like a little boy's penis.
Dante was shocked to see that Gerald's penis looked smaller than his own.
The guard called out, "Gerald Harvard. 25 strokes with the reformatory strap."
Gerald's face and upper chest and shoulders were red from embarrassment. Dr. Madison felt for him. When the first blow of the strap hit Gerald's buttocks, he winced and bucked. With each stroke Gerald let out a louder yell. After the second stroke his penis started to come to life, and with each peal of the strap it got bigger and bigger. And it didn't seem to stop growing. After the 10th stroke of the large strap, when Gerald's large, long, purple-header was sticking straight up, one of the holding guards called for a pause to the punishment.
Little Masona had no idea something so small could get so big. She couldn't believe that their nice, sweet, gentle, and handsome, Gerald could have something on his body that would get so big, red, bulbous, and angry-looking. She was horrified, yet hypnotized, by the size and shape of Gerald's bobbing piss-stick. It looked like something naughty that would attack her. She had seen little boys' sticks before, but never before an adult's. As she watched the guard sling and weigh down Gerald's big erect dick, she thought that maybe it was a good thing Gerald was getting beaten just for having such an ugly thing sticking out of his body. She was secretly glad they were putting a sling on his dick, because it was clearly something that needed to be tamed, and secured down to prevent it from attacking her.
Once the punishment resumed, for a new total of 30 strokes, Gerald's weighted cock swung all the more lewdly in its weighted downward position. Most eyes in the room were on Gerald's big, fat, swaying, ugly, purple-headed, steel-helmeted, gaping piss-slitted, thick-veined and throbbing, fuck-pole. Even Dr. Madison swallowed hard. His sweet friend and slave had an animal dick.
And while Dante could no longer laugh at the size of Gerald's pecker, he was now somewhat angry with envy.
As Dr. Madison taped Gerald's beating, he wondered why in the hell everyone else was videotaping his slave as well.
Only once the punishment was over, could Dante begin to assess what he had witnessed. Gerald didn't out rightly bawl like the first two slaves to be beaten, but he would let out loud yells and howls with each swat of the strap across his ass. But it all went so fast. Too fast for Dante.
Once the punishment was over, the slaves had their hands cuffed in back of them, and then were led out to be strung up and left hanging in the rear courtyard.
Dr. Madison was about to gather his children and take them out for lunch while Gerald hung in the courtyard for his mandatory one-hour display time, but the next slave up was an especially beautiful young girl. The gentleman seated in front of him was correct. Dr. Madison thought it would be best if he stayed and allowed Dante one more chance to check out an adult female's body in the appropriately non-sexual setting which the punishment room afforded.
When the young girl's beating was over, Dr. Madison led his children out. Dante, flushed from what he had witnessed, held his jacket in front of his crotch as he exited the punishment room with his family. When Masona told her father that she wanted to go and see Gerald hanging, her father, ever concerned for Gerald's feelings, thought it best if they viewed him from afar. On questioning a security guard, he was directed to some windows on the third floor that overlooked the rear curtilage where the slaves were hanging on display.
When they got to the windows, the guards were in the process of hanging the attractive young girl whose punishment the Madison's had just witnessed. The slaves were hung from steel hanging poles, spaced five feet apart, placed along the walkway path. There were thirty poles. The slaves were hung from their harnesses in such a way that their bodies, in erect positions, tilted slightly forward, with their legs spread apart. Because their arms were cuffed behind them and they were hung about four feet off the ground, it was the slaves' genitals that were most immediately visibly to anyone walking the curtilage path. The male slaves who had erected during punishment were hung with their slings and weights still affixed to their penises. From the distance of the third floor, Gerald appeared to be crying.
Although the rear courtyard is frequented mainly by legal and law enforcement personnel who work at the courthouse, the area is a public space, and the public is allowed to access the area. Dr. Madison noted that most people who walked the path seemed to have seen it all before, so he assumed that the main witnesses of the slaves on display were employees on their way to and from the courthouse parking garage.
Dr. Madison and his two children returned to the courthouse after having lunch. They were directed to the "Collection Room" while a guard went to release Gerald from the hanging pole. When the Madison's entered the Collection Room, the first slave to be punished that morning, the 17-year old boy was being collected by his owner, a young housewife. As a guard uncuffed the still naked young boy, the young housewife asked her slave, "Are you going to start behaving now, Jason?"
"Yes, ma'am!" replied the timid boy. The housewife asked the boy if he was chaffed from the genital sling, but a guard answered for Jason, "We've already checked him out for damage, ma'am. He's completely fine, no abrasions, and is ready for more body work anytime he steps out of line."
Gerald was brought in, still naked, harnessed, hands cuffed behind his back, slung, and weighted, and had to stand there and wait while the first guard finished removing Jason's harness, and everyone watched the little slave get dressed. Dante stood calm, but was internally a swelter of excitement and emotions. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Gerald's naked slave body.
The guard standing next to Gerald asked him a question, "You going to be on good behavior now, boy?"
Gerald knew from training that guards liked to taunt slaves and that all questions had to be answered, "Sir, yes sir!"
Another guard asked him, "Did you like being up there on display for all of us?"
"Sir, no sir!"
For some reason unknown to Dante, he was finding the guards taunting questions of Gerald immensely titillating.
"Are you a wanker-boy?"
Gerald hated the stupid guards, and wished they would uncuff him so he wouldn't have to be naked in such close proximity to his family. "Sir, no sir!"
The other guard did not believe him, "Are you lying to us, slave? How often do you jack off, you slave fucker?"
Gerald knew how to end the questioning quickly, "Sir, almost daily, sir!"
Dr. Madison was about to express his annoyance with the way the guards were humiliating Gerald, but declined when the guard with the handcuff keys walked over to Gerald and started to uncuff him. The guard continued, "It's a good thing you told the truth, loser boy, about your wanking habits or I would have clamped your thumbs." The guard looked over at Dante and smiled, "You better watch this one, he's wanking off every chance he gets!"
Dante nodded to the guard and felt for a brief moment that special camaraderie that free people share with each other when in the presence of slaves.
When little Jason was dressed, the young housewife thanked the guards, grabbed her slave by the arm, and led him out of the collection room.
When the guard had Gerald's harness and penis sling removed, he put his hands on Gerald's shoulders and turned him to face Dr. Madison, "He checks out just fine sir. No broken skin or heavy bruises. He's ready to take more of the same anytime he needs it."
Dr. Madison thanked the guard, then felt awkward having done so in front of Gerald.
Gerald began to dress himself quickly and in silence. As Dante watched Gerald get dressed he realized, as never before, that Gerald was a slave, and he had to do whatever he was ordered to do. Dante felt weird having such thoughts regarding his friend, Gerald, but it was a thought he couldn't let go off. He had heard the guards talk to Gerald in the most demeaning way imaginable, yet there was nothing Gerald could do. He had to take it since he was a slave. Dante wondered if that was the way `things' were supposed to be.
Masona was addicted to Gerald. At first she was afraid of Gerald's big purple-headed mushroom dick that looked like the two halves of the tip would split while he was getting strapped. And she was happy when the guards slung and weighted it down. But now she liked Gerald all the more because he had such a big nasty part on him. She knew now that Gerald really was a special kind of person; one who still had to receive punishments like a child, and had to be taken care of.
PART TWO
The children had had their `taste of reality', as Dr. Madison put it, and they apparently liked it. Although it was too early to predict the long-term effects on Dante and Masona of witnessing Gerald's punishment, the short-term effects were almost immediately obvious to both Dr. Madison and to Gerald. Both children displayed changes in attitudes toward Gerald, but their attitudes were very different. Whereas Masona tended to regard Gerald as a thing to be looked after and cared for, as one would a pet, Dante's approach to Gerald was now one of almost contempt. He immediately drew away, not considering Gerald to be his equal in status.
It was first visible when one time at the dinner table Masona, in a very baby-sitterish way, said to Gerald, "Make sure you eat up everything on your plate".
The first real sign of a change in Dante's attitude toward Gerald, apart from a pulling away and not engaging him in any way, was when Dante told Gerald he was having some friends over and wanted his room cleaned immediately. When Dr. Madison intervened and said, "Dante, you know Gerald always does a thorough job with the housecleaning." Dante answered, "I know, but I want it done now!" On that occasion Gerald immediately eased the tension by saying, "It's perfectly okay Dr. Madison, I'll do it right now."
On another occasion Gerald walked past Dante as he was seated at a desk in the family study, and asked in a friendly way, "Hey there, sport, how's the school work coming?" Dante was clearly annoyed and responded in a way that stung Gerald, "Dude, just don't bother me! Okay? It's none of your business. Just do your work and stay out of my way!"
Dr. Madison tried talking with his children on various occasions and reminded them that Gerald was an adult human being. But the children had witnessed how officials of the government, who probably know a little bit more about slave matters than their father did, had treated Gerald; like a slave who needed to be watched, controlled, and disciplined.
And Doctor Madison talked with Gerald as well, and asked him to please report to him if Dante or Masona's treatment of him was in any way untoward.
PART THREE
One Saturday afternoon, three weeks after Gerald's punishment at the courthouse, when Dr. Madison was away on a five-day school related trip, Dante sought out Gerald as he worked in the yard, "Gerald. Get in here. Now!"
Gerald immediately stopped what he was doing and entered the house, where Dante commanded him, "Get into the bathroom! You're getting a haircut."
Gerald went into the bathroom and Dante ordered him to remove his shirt and t-shirt. "Masona likes your slave haircut, so I'm going to redo it. You're getting a clipping and a shaving." Dante turned on the clippers, with no guard, and buzzed all the hair on the top of Gerald's head, then spread the entire sides of his head with shaving foam. As he started shaving Gerald's head Masona entered the bathroom.
For Masona it was a nice, pleasant, loving, grooming, nurturing, thing to do to a slave. For Dante it was an opportunity to exert control and authority. They both liked it. Gerald felt awkward getting shaved by a 16-year old boy.
When Dante finished shaving Gerald's head, he wiped it with a towel, and ordered, "Now I want you to shave your face, then afterwards I want you to hop in the shower and shave yourself all over just like they did at the courthouse. I want you looking like a proper slave all over. When you're finished come to my room so I can inspect you!"
As Dante started to leave, he noticed that Masona was staying in the bathroom watching Gerald shave his face. Dante thought a bit, realized his father probably would want him to give some guidance to Masona, so he said, "Come on, Masona. Better leave him alone so he can do a good job."
When, after his shaving shower, Gerald entered Dante's room wearing a bathrobe, Dante asked him to open it up. He noticed that the slave's genitals were shaved, but not his chest. He reached a hand up inside of Gerald's room to reveal an armpit, and saw that it was shaved. "You shaved your pits and groin, but I told you I wanted you shaved all over."
Just then Dante's cell phone rang. It was Dante's best friend, Hogan. He explained to Hogan that his slave had not done as ordered, "I'm sending him back into the shower."
Hogan, from a slave owning family, was confused over the Madison's handling of their slave ever since they first got him; "Dude there are several ways of handling a situation like that, and what you are doing is totally the wrong way. Let me come over there with some of my things and show you how to handle a problem like yours. It's time you learn!"
PART FOUR
When Hogan arrived shortly afterwards with a couple of implements of slave control, he and Dante had a long talk about slave matters. Dante told him all about what happened at the courthouse and his reaction to seeing slaves get punished. Hogan was so pleased to see that Dante was finally getting interested in matters of slave control that he went on to explain why Dante needed to establish a new relationship with Gerald. Hogan so fired up Dante with his ideas on what were the proper ways of handling problem slave situations, that Dante felt compelled to follow his advice.
Dante called for Gerald, who by this time was back outside working in the yard, and ordered him into his room once again. Dante introduced Gerald to Hogan; "Hogan is knowledgeable in the things that make slaves happy, and he has shared some of that knowledge with me."
Hogan spoke in an officious tone to Gerald, "Gerald, Dante has told me about some of the awkward situations he has found himself in with you, and I believe what we have here is the classic `failure to communicate' situation. And what needs to be communicated to you is that you are to do whatever in the fucking hell he tells you to do!"
Dante was surprised to see Hogan get red in the face with anger. He had never seen such a thing in his best friend before this time.
"My pal, Dante, here, told you to fuckin' shave yourself all over, just the way they shaved you at the courthouse. Yet all you did was shave your pits and nads. How the fuck do you answer that, shithead?"
Gerald swallowed, aware that this could get unpleasant. "I'm sorry. I just assumed he wanted the usual slave shave, not a total body shave."
Dante was almost embarrassed for Gerald at the way Hogan was screaming at him.
Hogan was furious, "You just assumed! Where the fuck does a rotgut slave get the right to assume? Huh?"
"Sir, I had no right to assume. I was wrong."
"Your gawddamm fuckin right you were wrong, asshole. Now get naked! NOW!"
Seeing Gerald suddenly obeying Hogan quickly changed Dante's perception of what was going on. If Gerald was obeying Hogan, then Gerald probably knew that Hogan was right and that he was, in fact, slacking. Dante was suddenly impressed with Hogan and wanted to hear him holler at and humiliate Gerald some more.
Even though his tormentors were juveniles, Gerald was terrified. As he undressed there was a knock on Dante's bedroom door. It was Masona; "What's going on in there? Why the shouting?"
Dante shouted, "It's okay, Masona. Leave us alone!"
Masona tried the door and saw that it was locked, "Dante, why is the door locked? Gerald, are you all right?"
Gerald's first care was that Masona not be upset, "It's all okay, Masona. Everything is okay!"
There was silence, and Dante tiptoed to the door to make sure that Masona had left. He slowly opened the door and checked the hallway, then closed and relocked the door.
There was awkward silence in the room as the two 16-year olds waited to be sure that Masona was no longer around. A short moment later the front door of the house was heard to be closed, and Dante rushed to the bedroom window and saw Masona leaving; "Thank fuck! She's leaving! We can get back to business!"
Hogan had brought with him a backpack, and removed from it a long broad strap and held it up for Dante to see, "This is the only language they understand clearly. No need to tell a slave anything twice with this baby!"
Hogan commanded the situation, "Gerald, get over to that desk, bend over and get a good grip on it, then stick your ass up as high as you can get it!"
"Dante, take this strap, double it up, and do a few practice swings!" As Dante did some practice strokes on a pillow on his bed, Hogan shared some control tips; "My dad often has me discipline our slaves, Sleek and Buckles, and he says that the sooner you can cause a slave to get erect from a beating, the better the disciplinarian you are. My dad can usually get our slaves fully boned with three or four strokes, but it takes me at least six or seven strokes. Let's see how much natural talent you have!"
Dante stood in back of Gerald with the strap. He was visibly nervous. Hogan offered encouragement; "This your first time, best buddy? Just jump in and don't worry too much about technique. You'll find your stride in no time."
With that Dante swung the strap, Gerald screamed, and Hogan offered encouragement; "Good one. Don't be afraid to really lay it on with full force. That's what a slave's rump is for. Remember, you're doing him good in the long run! You want him to learn that he needs to start listening to you. My dad says that a slave hears best through his rump!"
The next three strokes had Gerald hollering, not caring who heard. Hogan continued with his encouragement, "Aim a few shots at the legs! Make him spread his legs and direct some shots on both the inner and outer legs!
The next stroke had Gerald pleading, "Please, Dante. Please, no more!"
"Way to go Dante! You've got him dancing now. Don't stop yet. He's just starting to go hard!"
Dante delivered the next three strokes in rapid succession, and Hogan was impressed, "Good machine-gun round!" When the next fierce stroke curled around Gerald's legs and got his inner thigh, Gerald shrieked, stood up shielding himself, backed away, and fell to his knees, "Dante. Dante, no!"
Hogan was amazed at the size of Gerald's hardon, "Holy fuck. Look at that thing! You did it pal, got him fully boned in just eleven blows. Way to go!"
Hogan high-fived Dante, who, flushed with excitement, was feeling very much like an in-control overseer.
Hogan ordered Gerald, "Get over here, slave! I want to check out your pecker!" Gerald got up and walked over to Hogan, and Hogan grabbed him by the balls, "You intend to obey Dante from now on when he tells you do something?"
Gerald, with his eyes half closed, answered, "Yes, sir."
Hogan pulled on Gerald's prick and examined it all over. While Dante, just a week ago would have found it impossible to imagine even watching his best friend touching another guy's prick, what he saw Hogan doing now was simply exerting control. Hogan wasn't, after all, examining another guy's prick; he was examining a slave's prick.
Hogan went to his backpack and took out a butt plug with attached straps that secured it in a slave's hole. He held it up for Dante, "They call these butt plugs, `comfort stops' up north." Both boys laughed. "Okay Gerald, bend over. I want to show your boss the proper way to plug your ass."
Gerald went back to the desk and leaned over the desktop. Hogan lubed up the plug, "My dad says a plugged slave not only gives better service all around, but he also delivers much better sucking action."
As Hogan worked the plug up Gerald's ass, Gerald let out some cries and some sobs. Hogan was direct, "Shut the fuck up, you whining cunt!" As Dante watched Hogan work the plug up Gerald's ass, he felt his prick stiffen. After a bit he asked, "What did you mean, Hogan, by sucking action?"
"Having a plugged slave slobbin' on your knob feels as good as any cunt."
When Hogan had the plugs' straps secured around Gerald's upper legs, he gave him a slap on the ass and ordered him to stand in the corner. Both Dante and Hogan had stiffies as they watched Gerald waddle into the corner. Hogan noticed Dante's tented pants, grabbed his own crotch, and smiled at Dante, "You look like me pal, like you could use some release."
When Hogan saw Dante's perplexed expression, he was surprised and asked, "You mean you aren't using Gerald for personal service?"
"What do you mean?"
Hogan was incredulous, "Where have you been, dude? What I mean, buddy, is that Gerald should be helping you bathe, wiping your ass after you take a shit, and taking care of your morning hardon!"
Dante could only say, "But..."
Hogan was direct, "What the crizehell do you think a slave is for, anyway? I can assure you Gerald knows all about it." Hogan looked at Gerald's backside as he stood in the corner, "Gerald, did you receive any training in sexual matters? Tell the truth, because if you answer `no', I'm calling Slave Authority to find out where you were trained, and I'll contact them directly and see if you're telling the truth."
Gerald answered quietly, "Yes, sir. I had some training in that area."
Hogan smiled and looked at Dante, "You see! What did I tell you?" Dante swallowed, Hogan looked at him and his smile turned to a leer, "I think it's time we check out some of the special features that Gerald comes with." Hogan tapped Dante on the shoulder and had him follow him over to Dante's bed. Hogan sat down on the bed, and patted his hand on the mattress next to him, inviting Dante to sit down next to him. Dante joined Hogan on the bed, and Hogan then spoke to Gerald, "Gerald, not only was that strapping you just got for your own good, but it was hard work. So I say you owe us! Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here between my legs!"
Dante, speechless and excited, watched Gerald crawl on his hands and knees as ordered. The butt plug forced Gerald to keep his legs spread quite wide, making his ass appear all the more large and obscene. Hogan was pleased, "That's a sight I never tire of seeing: a freshly shaved, strapped, and plugged, slave crawling on his hands and knees toward his overseer's feeding tube!"
When Gerald got in front of Hogan he looked up at Hogan, as if looking for a go-ahead command, and Hogan gave him one, "You got it, dinkhead. You know what I want, so unwrap my package and go for it!"
Gerald undid Hogan's zipper, eased down his trousers and undies, and Hogan's hardon snapped into view; "There's a nice slave snack for you inside of this baby, all you gotta do is start sucking and it'll come out!" Dante watched intently; he was never hornier in his 16 years of life than he was now. Gerald bent forward and took Hogan's dick into his mouth, and slowly began sucking. Hogan knew immediately he was skilled, and he let out a loud "Oohhhh Yeah!" Dante had never seen such a thing, and he leaned closer to watch with his mouth open wide.
"I can tell you, Dante, Gerald has been well trained. You got yourself one super sucker here!" Hogan smiled and moaned in ecstasy. He looked down at Gerald, triumphant in his control of another, older, human being, "Look at him go to town! He's a hungry little guy, isn't he?"
Hogan grabbed Gerald by both ears, and instructed Dante, "You can always hold your licker by the ears, like this, for better control."
Hogan ordered Gerald to speed up the action, and Dante could not believe the way Gerald, the guy he once admired, was bobbing his head up and down with such speed on Hogan's big hard cock, like some whore. Hogan commanded, "Okay, I'm getting ready to shoot, so don't you lose a drop of my cum. Swallowing my man juice is going to turn you into a better slave!"
Hogan shuddered and came. Dante had never seen his best friend ejaculate before, and he noted that he moaned and shuddered in much the same way he did when he jacked off by himself.
Gerald kept his mouth over Hogan's cock as he recovered, and after a bit Hogan explained to Dante, "See the way Gerald hasn't let go yet? It's a mark of good training and good form; a slave only releases his mouth when commanded. What I'm doing is deflating a bit, then I'm going to give him the order to suck out the last of the juice from my slit."
When Gerald finally did suck out the last of Hogan's juice, Hogan ordered him to release his prick and held a box of tissues in front of Gerald. Gerald grabbed some tissues and carefully started wiping off Hogan's cock and balls. Hogan then commanded, "Okay, sucker, get over there and do Dante in the same way! And don't you dare lose one drop of my best buddy's jiz, or I'll give you an arm-pit whipping you won't ever forget!"
Gerald, profoundly humiliated, undid Dante's trousers and undies, and slowly bent his head down and took his teen stiffy into his mouth. Dante was too sexually aroused to ponder such a matter as Gerald's shame. When Gerald started slowly sucking, the elated expression on Dante's face made it clear that Dante had found everything he had ever wanted. Hogan noticed, smiled broadly, and asked Dante, "Feel good?"
Dante could only let out a moan and shuddered, "Oh hell, yeah, man. Oh fuck!" The young teen came in no time, much sooner than either Hogan or Gerald had expected. After he came his prick was very sensitive, so he gently pushed Gerald's head away.
Hogan let Dante catch his breath for a bit, then said, "I don't know about you Dante, but in a few minutes I'm going to be ready for seconds!"
An almost entranced Dante had no trouble, whatsoever, agreeing with his friend. Hogan put an arm on Dante's shoulder, "I say that for round two we do him up the ass! We've already got him primed with that plug up his behind."
Hogan stood up, and as he started removing his shoes, socks, trousers, and undies, he commanded Gerald; "Okay get on the bed, jackerboy, chest on the bed, and stick your ass up as high as you can get it."
Gerald got up on the bed in the proper position, and Hogan undid the straps about his legs securing the butt plug. He pulled it out slowly, but Gerald still moaned in discomfort. Hogan then started removing his shirt and t-shirt, "I always like to be totally dog naked when I fuck slaves! Gives a nice feeling of control!" His erection bobbed as he pulled off the last of his clothes, and Dante admired his friend's self-assurance.
Hogan grabbed a flip-whip from his backpack, knelt up on the bed, positioned himself just in back of Gerald's hole, and slowly eased himself in. Once in he gave the thumbs up, "Oh yeah, Dante. You've got yourself one swell honey pot to dip into!"
Hogan was excited and spoke to Gerald, "The way you're taking me in I can tell you like it up the ass, slaveboy! I bet your mom does too! She must have been one whore-bitch of a mom, doing it with all the trailer trash. But one day one of those trailer trash boys put it in the wrong hole, and 9 months later out you came, a brand new spanking-fresh slave! All you slave boys have whores for moms!"
Dante, excited as he was, was at first unsure about Hogan's last comment to Gerald, but when he saw how excited it got Hogan, and how wimpy it made Gerald look, it restiffened his young prick to the hilt.
Hogan, pumping away, held up his flip whip for Dante to see, "You need to get yourself one of these. It's called a `bedroom flip'. It's basically a stick with a six-inch leather braid on the end of it. It's for use on a slave's legs and thighs while you're fucking it. It gives you pinpoint control."
To demonstrate, he spoke to Gerald, "I'm doing all the work back here. I want you to give me some more pucker and rotation!" Along with the verbal command he gave Gerald's right leg a slice of the flip whip. Gerald yipped and immediately starting squeezing down on Hogan's rod with his sphincter while rotating his ass. Hogan made sure Dante was observing, "See, I told you this slave knew something about the finer arts!"
As Dante watched Hogan fucking Gerald, he started removing his pants. He normally would never have wanted to be seen naked by Hogan or Gerald. But Hogan and he were in on this one; just as two guys have no qualms about being naked in front of each other when they're working over some chick they picked up in a bar, so now their nudity was a non-issue. And as for Gerald, he was no longer regarded by Dante in the light he once was, as that of a mentor. Now Gerald was a slave, a server, a son of a whore, a thing. His thing. And he sure in the hell didn't give a fuck what Gerald thought of how he looked or what he did with him when he was naked.
As Dante, naked, stood watching and listening to Hogan fuck and talk down and dirty to Gerald, he couldn't refrain from grabbing his own cock and start jerking it.
Hogan was turned on all the more seeing Dante getting turned on over his fucking of Gerald that he started thrusting and ramming with full force, and in no time he came with a loud scream, followed by moans of ecstasy. It took him a long moment to recover, and when he finally pulled himself out of Gerald with a plop, he slapped the bed, "Okay, Dante, it's your turn to get on board the Gerald express for your maiden run!"
Dante had never fucked anything before in his life, and as Hogan helped him lube his prick up, he was afraid he would cum before entering his slave. Once his young dick was lubed up and glistening brightly, he reveled in his manhood in a way he had never done before. He wanted his friend Hogan to look at him and admire his shining randy teen prick; watch him target Gerald's hole, and see that he was now, finally, a real man. A free man about to do some manly fucking.
As he entered Gerald's hole he thought of how the guards taunted and beat the slaves at the courthouse; how Hogan had tamed and taunted Gerald just now in his bedroom; and how he was now, finally, a real man just like the slave guards, and all the other free guys who control and fuck slaves all around the world.
Once Dante had impaled Gerald he felt a glow of triumph that made him shiver almost as much as his orgasm just did; he now had the right to dominate Gerald, totally. All that Dante had taken in and learned from the guards and from Hogan had finally come to fruition, and as he started pumping his hips he gave voice to his new found ecstasy in authority; "You fuckin' slave. Can you feel me up there, Gerald Frederick Harvard?"
"I finally found some use for you! I'm going to be working you over every day, Jerrysucker! You think you're such a fucking hotshot, Mr. Social Worker, the way you got my dad fawning over you and preaching to me about slaves' rights. Here, I'll give you some slave rights!"
With that, Dante picked up the bedroom flip Hogan had left on the bed and gave three quick strokes across Gerald's back. Hogan laughed out loud. Gerald yelped and screamed. Dante laughed maliciously, "You scream like a girl!"
Dante gave Gerald several hard pumps, as Hogan yelled out, "Dante, dude, you fucking stallion!" Hogan grabbed his prick and started pumping away as he watched Dante thrust away at his slave.
Dante reached in back with the bedroom flip and swatted Gerald's ass, "Move your ass, slave. Make me feel good!" Gerald rotated his ass and pinched his young overseer's prick with his sphincter. Dante started to fine tune the slave, "Okay, now speed it up just a little bit. Wiggle that ass some more, just like a girl."
Dante was never happier as he slowly fucked the wiggling slave ass, "There are going to be some changes made around here, Gerald Frederick Harvard! I'm going to be keeping you busy so you don't have so much free time wanking away in your bedroom. We're beginning every morning with your slave tongue giving me a morning ass licking. Then you'll be drinking the piss out of my morning hardon, before you give me my hazylazy morning blowjob!"
"And I promise you, if you give me any shit whatsoever, I'll be giving the nice folks down at the County Slave Authority a jingle, and make an appointment to get you into the next punishment queue. We'll drive down there and I'll just sit back and watch them take care of you. Then while you're hanging on display, I'll relax and watch some more slaves get the punishments they deserve, and as a bonus I'll pick me up lots of control tips from the experienced guards at the De Kalb County Court House. Those guards really know how to handle slaves!"
"And remember, disobeying or refusing to follow an order is a level 2 punishment. That's a good bit more severe than the level 3 punishment you got three weeks ago! And if I report it, punishment is mandatory; my dad couldn't stop it even if he wanted to."
Dante laughed as he started pumping harder. Hogan, pumping away on his own prick, was just as thrilled, "Oh Dante. You look so great dude. You have finally found your stride."
"Thanks to you, Hogan!" Dante started slamming Gerald with force.
Hogan asked, "I'm getting near to cumming again, pal. Do you think you could use the bedroom flip on Gerald so I can hear him screaming as I cum?"
Dante was delighted with the suggestion, "I sure can, best buddy for life! That's just the icing this piece of cake needs!"
Dante whipped Gerald on the thighs. Gerald yelped. Dante realized that he too was about to cum, so he targeted Gerald's back and gave his back a slice of the flip whip with each thrust of his hips. Gerald was screaming and sobbing. Hogan moved in closer and aimed his jackin at Gerald's bald head. When Dante's orgasm began he threw the whip down and lost himself in the intense waves of pleasure and wonderful sight before him; the manly back of his impaled slave beneath him; his best buddy Hogan freely jackin in front of him and shooting a high-powered load of cum onto the side of Gerald's bald head; Gerald's ear, eye, and bald head splattered in cum; the beautiful smile on the face of his pal, Hogan; his own dick oozing in and out of Gerald, covered in glistening slime; Gerald's back covered in sweat and the red marks of the flip whip; and Gerald sobbing and fully humiliated before him as he began to fully realize he was just a slave, after all.
Dr. Madison's two children, having gotten their taste of reality, seemed none the worse for wear. Masona found herself with a wonderful male thing that needed taking care of and Dante found himself intoxicated with his naked authority over another human being. In the months that followed, as Masona doted on and admonished Gerald, and as young Dante immersed himself in his slave's orifices on an almost daily basis, Dr. Madison noticed a marked improvement in his children's scholastic records. He knew something was going on, but since Gerald never came forward as he had asked him to do if there was ever a problem, Dr. Madison was content to not inquire. Especially since, to him, Gerald seemed more quietly composed than before.
Whatever effect the witnessing of their slave's punishment by the State Slave Authority will finally have on Dr. Madison's children, it is too early to say. Youthful improprieties are often a part of the formation of balanced and compassionate adults. But it also isn't uncommon for liberal, anti-slavery, parents to have children who grow up to become pro-slavery reactionaries.
The End