Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 13:26:14 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Neighbor's New Hogboy - 5

The Neighbor's New Hogboy
Part Five
By Randall Austin

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As soon as Mr. Patterson picked Thomas up from the processing center and
got him to his house, three days after his indenturement, the first thing
he did to the new slave (who was dressed in Hennepin County standard issue
slave shorts, pullover green work shirt, and hard labor work boots) was
place him in his back yard slave hole.  It was the same screened-over hole
he had put all of his former slaves on their first day at his place.
Mr. Patterson had read in some magazine, over twenty years ago, that
keeping new slaves holed up for a day or two helped calm them down and aid
them in coming to terms with their new status.

Of course, all of the latest and more enlightened servitor handling data is
in complete disagreement with such a practice, but Mr. Patterson is a
conservative type.  What that means in actuality is that the first thing
Mr. Patterson had ever heard in his life about a given subject is the
impression that `took' in his brain, and therefore it is against his very
nature to even consider that any other alternative could possibly be right
or true.

And two other strong traits of the conservative nature were to be seen in
Mr. Patterson: sentimentality and superstition.  On the drive home from the
processing center Mr. Patterson fawned over Thomas as if he were a new
puppy.  "You're so sweet.  I want you to know that I'm going to take very
good care of you.  I'm a very benevolent overseer.  I want you to talk to
me as if I were your own daddy.  And in a way, that's what I am now; your
new daddy.  You're such a sweet little boy.  I'm going to take such good
care of you that you will wonder if you have indeed been indentured.  We
will have so much fun together!"

To Thomas, it felt like Mr. Patterson was treating him like he was a new
puppy, and his familiarity was unnerving.

But his effusiveness was not as hard for Thomas to swallow as was
Mr. Patterson's superstitious nature, "I want you to know Tommy that Jesus
loves slaves.  I don't know if you know Jesus, but I intend to have Waylan
teach you all about him.  Because if you are a good slave in this life,
Jesus will be there in the next life to reward you for your life of
faithful service."

As Mr. Patterson locked the screen over the slave hole, he comforted
Thomas, "It's good for you to spend your first hours as a slave in a hole,
son.  There's nothing wrong with being a slave.  Don't you go feeling bad
about it."

Mr. Patterson's son, 16-year old Waylan, was eagerly looking forward to the
arrival of his dad's newest slave; his former neighbor and the brother of
his best friend, Michael Dayton.  And as Mr. Patterson was about to leave
Thomas alone in the hole to help him get adjusted to his new life, Waylan
came running outside and yelled to his father, "Is he down there, Dad?"

His father smiled, "He sure is!  Come and have a look, son.  Here he is.
Our brand new slave!"

Waylan peered into the hole with a big grin, "Hey, Tommy.  Wow, it's really
you down there!"

Waylan was eager to show off his family's authority over Thomas, so he
commanded his father, "Make him take off his clothes, Dad!"

Mr. Patterson wanted his son to be comfortable with all aspects in the
overseership of their new slave, so he encouraged him, "You can ask him,
son.  I want you to use some of the skills you've been learning in your
young handler's club.  Tommy has to obey you just as much as he does me."

Waylan smiled broadly and called into the hole, "Okay, Tommy, take off all
of your clothes!"

Thomas gave a worried look up to the two Patterson's peering into the hole.
Mr. Patterson spoke, "You heard my son, Tommy.  He wants you take off your
clothes.  You have to do whatever he tells you to do, just as if it were me
telling you."

Thomas looked like he wanted to cry, so Mr. Patterson encouraged him, "Come
on son.  We have to check you out because I have some pills that you need
to start taking immediately, and I need to check out your basic muscle tone
to make sure that you're in good enough shape, by my standards, to take the
pills."

Thomas asked, frightened, "What kind of pills?"

Mr. Patterson answered, "They're steroids.  You'll be taking a steroid
cocktail every day."

Thomas was defiant, "I'm not taking those.  They're bad for you.  In fact,
they're dangerous!"

Mr. Patterson shook his head, "I don't think the good physicians at the
Hennepin County Social Services Authority would have given me a
prescription for them if they thought they would do you any harm.  Athletes
take them all the time."

Thomas spoke quietly, "I don't want to take steroids."

Mr. Patterson tried to reassure the new slave, "Thomas, let's not start out
like this.  I need you to turn yourself into an ace muscle boy for me.  I
can only afford to train and regimen you for a year and a half.  So we have
to get you started right now on your steroids and hormone therapy so you
can grow into a big and strong, super-muscled, hard worker boy."

After a slight pause, Mr. Patterson continued in the same reassuring tone,
"Tommy, they gave you a great bill of health.  Your physical exam showed
you to be in great condition.  It's because of the results of the physical
they gave you that I agreed to purchase you when your father asked me.  But
you're not going to do me any good if you won't work with me on getting you
in peak condition.  And it's for your own good, Tommy.  If we can get you
all muscled out, then all the better for you.  After all, you are a hard
labor servant, and the more muscles you have, the easier it will be for you
to do hard labor."

Thomas whined, "I don't want those big ugly body-builder muscles.  You
can't do this to me."

Mr. Patterson remained calm, "Tommy, you have to understand that your body
no longer belongs to you.  It belongs to me.  I'm your daddy now.  You
belong to me.  Your body is mine now, and I will decide what to do with it.
I have to get you bulked up and muscled out.  That's the only way I can
afford to have you here.  There's nothing wrong with being super fit.  Guys
and gals all look up to guys with super physiques, and that's what you're
going to have; a super physique."

"While you're with me for the next eighteen months you'll be working out
most of the time: lifting weights, exercising, taking a protein rich diet,
and lots of special pills to help you rapidly gain the muscles that you'll
want to show off to everybody."

After a pause, Mr. Patterson concluded, "I know you're stressed a little,
Tommy.  So I'm not going to argue with you now.  It's 9 AM now.  I want you
to spend the next ten hours thinking about how you can be a good slave.  If
you have to go potty, you can dig a little hole for yourself and eliminate
in the hole.  I'll be back to get you tonight.  Then we can get your
clothes off; give you your pills; start you on a special diet that only
developing muscle boys get fed; put you on the exercise wheel for a couple
of hours; and then, at the end of your first day as a hard labor slave, put
you in a diaper and lock you down in your bed for a good night's sleep."

He then instructed his son, "Leave him alone now, Waylan.  Tommy needs some
quiet time."

***

When Mr. Patterson and Waylan returned to the slave hole at 6 PM, Thomas
was curled in a ball, and asleep.  Mr. Patterson called out, "Tommy wake
up.  It's time to begin turning you into a hard-labor muscle boy."

Thomas stirred and eventually stood up, wondering what to do.  Waylan
commanded, "Alright, take off your clothes."

Thomas didn't move.  Mr. Patterson shook his head, "Tommy, don't be this
way."  When Tommy still didn't move, Mr. Patterson nodded to his son,
"Waylan, would you like to give him a little encouragement?"

Waylan was pleased, "Sure thing Dad!"

Waylan unzipped his trousers, took out his pecker, aimed it at Thomas, and
started pissing.  When the stream hit Thomas he jumped, but Waylan, well
practiced at pissing on slaves, was able to follow Thomas around the small
hole and saturate his shoulders and back side.

When Waylan had emptied his load of piss, Mr. Patterson spoke, "Now surely,
Thomas, you don't want to keep those piss-drenched slave clothes on.  So
why don't you remove them?"

Thomas let out a few sobs, and was too overcome to react.  He stood there,
trembling, and heard Mr. Patterson call out, "Tommy, look up at me!"

When Thomas looked up he was hit in the face by a stream of piss from
Mr. Patterson.  Waylan laughed, "Good shot, Dad!"

As Thomas coughed and sputtered to get the piss out of his mouth, he
frantically wiped his face with his hands, as Mr. Patterson managed to
continue to soak Thomas's slave clothes with his overseer piss.

Once Mr. Patterson had soaked his slave, he and his son laughed
light-heartedly at the piss-soaked boy in the hole.

As Mr. Patterson stuffed his large dick back into his slacks and zipped up,
he and his son were interrupted by the arrival in the back yard of Kevin,
who asked of Mr. Patterson, "Pardon me, sir.  Are you Mr. Patterson?  I'm
Kevin Dayton, the nephew of Phil Dayton, who lives across the street.  And
I'm wondering if my uncle is here, because I had heard that you purchased
his son."

Mr. Patterson walked over to Kevin and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you,
Kevin.  Mr. Dayton is due back soon.  He had to make a trip to St. Paul,
but he told me he would be back home around suppertime, so he should be
here soon.  This is his son's first day at my place, so I told him he could
visit Tommy when he returned."

Kevin nodded, and Mr. Patterson asked, "I take it, then, that you must know
Thomas."

Kevin shook his head, "Oh yes sir, quite well.  He and I were very good
friends growing up.  That's why this whole thing is a little heavy for me
to take.  My own dear cousin a slave for life!"

Mr. Patterson put a hand on Kevin's shoulder, "I can understand that.  But
you can be assured that Thomas couldn't have a more caring overseer for his
first year of service than me.  I really love the little guy.  I have known
him ever since he was a kid.  Shocking, of course, to find out that he was
a homo all along, but the good news is that the indenturement program
really helps such individuals to lead happier lives."

Kevin agreed, "Yes, I'm really glad that Uncle Phil was able to find a
solution that will help Thomas refocus his life and become a happier
individual."  After a pause, Kevin asked, "How is Tommy doing?"

"As good as can be expected.  We're having a little trouble right now
getting him to cooperate so we can give him his pills.  But maybe you can
give him a little encouragement to get him to cooperate."

Kevin nodded with enthusiasm, "Sure!  I love my little cousin and would be
happy to be able to help in any way I can!"

Kevin looked in the hole and nodded at Thomas, "Cousin, how ya doing?"
Kevin looked at Mr. Patterson, "Why is he all wet?"

"We used urine as an encouragement technique to get him to take his clothes
off.  Don't be shocked at that, it's a standard technique.  I need to pill
Tommy, but before I do that, I need to check out his body.  I'm a pretty
good judge of body mass, and I like to customize my slave's dosages of
steroids and hormones."

Mr. Patterson asked Thomas again, "Son, take your clothes off, so we can
hose you down?  Don't be shy.  You are going to be kept naked for most of
the time that you are here with me in training, so you need to get used to
it."

There was no response from the dazed Thomas, so Mr. Patterson looked to
Kevin for help.  Kevin called out, "Come on cousin.  Get those piss-soaked
clothes off.  You need to be proud of yourself.  Mr. Patterson needs to
check you out."

In the time since Kevin had been asked to leave his father's house, he had
thought of his cousin and found a new sympathy for him.  But now, actually
being in his presence of a real slave about to be controlled and ordered
about, Kevin forgot the more tender feelings he had recently discovered.
With his hormones raging, Kevin sheepishly asked Mr. Patterson, "Sir, I
need to take a whiz too.  Should I give it a try?"

Mr. Patterson was pleased with the offer of help, "Sure, that would be
great!  Just step over the grate and give Tommy another hosing."

Kevin went up the grate covering the hole.  As he looked down into the
hole, about to unzip, Thomas, dejected, started pulling off his slave
shirt.

Mr. Patterson was please and started to unlock the gate, "Good boy, Tommy.
I'll get the ladder."

As Mr. Patterson put the plastic ladder down the hole, Waylon spoke to
Kevin, "You must have the magic touch with slaves, Kevin."

Kevin smiled, then lied, "I'm glad I didn't actually have to pee on my old
buddy."

As Thomas climbed out of the hole carrying his shirt in one hand,
Mr. Patterson whispered a question and some instructions to Kevin, who
nodded approvingly as he listened.  When Thomas was out of the hole,
Mr. Patterson instructed him to keep his labor boots on, but to remove his
shorts, and then to go over to his cousin Kevin and kneel down in front of
him.

When his shorts were off, shy Thomas cupped his genitals with one hand and
went and knelt in front of Kevin as instructed.

Mr. Patterson spoke, "Tommy, honey, when I sell my slaves once I get them
muscled and bulked out, I do so with a guarantee that my slaves are fully
trained and knowledgeable in all areas of service.  Honey, dear, Kevin has
to take a piss, and I would like you to help him out."

Thomas looked at Mr. Patterson, almost expressionless, and Mr. Patterson
explained.  "Tommy, I want you to drink Kevin's urine so he doesn't have to
go out of his way to go to the bathroom.  Son, this is something you need
to be familiar with.  It's something you need to try out, so that if you
ever do have an owner who uses you for urinal service, you can honestly say
that you have received an introduction to urinal service.  It'll be a big
plus for you to have that on your resume!"

Thomas looked like he would completely break down, so Mr. Patterson
explained some more, "Now Tommy, this is not a big deal.  It's something
that we have to cover; most likely anyone who purchases you is not going to
be using you for such service – it's rare – but it is something that
we have to cover because it is out there.  There's nothing wrong or
degrading about being of service; human piss from healthy males like Kevin
is completely safe and sterile.  This is as good a time as any since Kevin
is your own cousin, he's not some stranger, and you're already covered in
piss.  And Kevin is going to go easy on you; he's just going to go in short
spurts, so it's easy for you to swallow."

Mr. Patterson nodded at Kevin, who then unzipped and pulled out his
free-boy cock, which was already slightly firmed up from watching his
cousin being degraded.  Mr. Patterson commanded, "Now look up at your older
cousin and open your mouth as wide as you can."

When Thomas saw Kevin's dick he remembered its wide flange from the night
in the cage when Kevin had tricked him into sucking him off.  Thomas's
thoughts of that night were interrupted by a spurt of Kevin's piss into his
mouth.  Mr. Patterson instructed, "Good, now swallow it, honey."

Thomas managed to swallow it, and Kevin peed out some more.  Thomas was
again successful in swallowing, though his eyes were moistening with tears.

Mr. Patterson nodded approvingly, "Okay, Kevin, give him another spurt.  I
think he's getting the hang of it."

Thomas was again able to swallow the short spurt, so Mr. Patterson
instructed, "Kevin, he seems able to take it, so you can just go ahead and
empty yourself.  Just let it rip!"

As Kevin peed it felt especially good to him, as peeing never had before.
Peeing into his cousin's mouth provided him with a rare tingling feeling
that made the moment special.

Thomas tried swallowing, and was successful at first; but soon the gag
reflex kicked in and he started sputtering.  The pee overflowed his mouth,
covered his face, and splashed his body.  Mr. Patterson instructed, "Kevin,
just keep peeing.  Don't stop now.  This is good for Thomas."

As Thomas turned his head down, coughing out the piss, Kevin continued
peeing on his head and back.

Once it was over and Thomas's coughing had turned to crying, Mr. Patterson
spoke, "Waylan, Tommy did pretty good on his first try, but this is one
area that you're going to have to cover with Thomas again, in the days
ahead; at least until he is able to keep up with swallowing a fairly steady
stream."

Waylan, obedient son, nodded with a smile, "I sure will, Dad!"

Mr. Patterson pointed and instructed, "Thomas go over by the hose so Waylan
can hose you down and get you cleaned up."

As Kevin watched Waylan run the hose all over Thomas's head and body,
Mr. Patterson offered his assessment; "He'll be a really good slave.  Boys
like Tommy, kind of shy and gentle, once enslaved get more and more
childlike as their training kicks in.  And I encourage that trait in the
boys that I train.  So if you ever want to visit him or bring him a gift, I
would just ask that you keep it all in line with my approach.  Keep the
conversation down to simple things; don't bring up complex world events.
And keep gifts simple as well: things like a jumping rope, a teddy bear, a
ball, or a beanie."

Kevin nodded in understanding.

As Waylan walked the cleaned up, genital-clutching, slave back to
Mr. Patterson and Kevin, Mr. Patterson dug a small envelope out of his
pocket and opened it.  He poured the contents into his hand; six pills of
varying size and colors.  He explained, "Tommy, here's your steroid
cocktail.  I want you to take these."

Mr. Patterson held out his hand for Thomas to take the pills, and Waylan
held out a bottle of water for Thomas.  Thomas accepted neither offering.
Mr. Patterson moved closer, "Come on, boy.  We can't fool around.  This is
serious business.  Take these pills!"

When Thomas still did not reply, Mr. Patterson handed the pills to Waylan,
grabbed Thomas by the shoulders, and said to Waylan, "Help me out here son.
Let's get him splayed out on the picnic table!"

Mr. Patterson and Waylan were easily able to maneuver Thomas to the picnic
table and push him backside down over it.  As Mr. Patterson held Thomas
down by his shoulders, he instructed Waylan, "Okay Waylan, use the standard
force-pilling technique."

Kevin moved in closer to watch his cousin get pilled.  With Mr. Patterson
holding the naked slave down on the picnic table, Thomas's body was on full
display.  Kevin found the scene overwhelming; seeing his naked,
splayed-out, cousin getting force-pilled outdoors in Mr. Patterson's
backyard.

Waylan surprised Kevin with his adeptness: he pinched Thomas's nose to open
his mouth; dumped all of the pills in; poured in just a little water from
the water bottle; force closed his jaw as one would do while pilling a cat;
and then started rubbing the base of Thomas's neck.  Thomas swallowed, and
Mr. Patterson smiled, "Good work, son!"

Kevin exclaimed, "Wow, you're a pro, Waylan!"

Mr. Patterson explained, "That's all part of the good stuff he's learned in
his young handler's club."

Waylan was happy for the compliments, but even happier at what he saw,
"Look at his wiener, Dad.  He isn't cut!  Can I do it, Dad?"

Mr. Patterson beamed proudly at Waylan, "You sure can, son!"

As Mr. Patterson assisted Thomas off the table, Kevin surprised, asked him,
"You're going to let Waylan circumcise Tommy?"

Mr. Patterson nodded, "Oh yes, I think he's ready.  He was kind of upset
when I got Craig, because Craig was already circumcised.  I had promised
Waylan last year that he could snip our next slave. So when I ended up with
Craig, Waylan was quite upset.  You see, it's a big moment in a young
overseer's life when he gets to clip his first slave.  It's a big tradition
here in the Midwest.  And since everyone just seems to love seeing slaves
get cut, I have always made a big event out of it.  I have a barbeque,
serve lots of drinks, then for the climax we secure the slave to one of the
picnic tables, and everyone gathers round to get a good view of a young
overseer doing his first slave clipping.  It's a good time for everyone!"

Thomas put his head down and cupped his genitals more tightly as
Mr. Patterson continued, "It's traditional to let children who intend to
enter the business of servitor control, to circumcise their first slave
somewhere around the age of 15, all under the supervision of a qualified
physician, of course.  It's a rite of passage for young overseers."

"I'll never forget when I snipped my first slave.  I was 16, just like
Waylan, and our new slave, Ambrose, was tied down to a gurney and wheeled
into the party.  I was nervous, and it took me several slices to actually
slice the foreskin completely off, but I did end up doing a neat job.
There were tears in my father's eyes when it was over.  I felt so good that
my dad was so proud of me.  But I was concerned for the slave; no
anesthetic is ever used for ceremonial circumcisions, and it was hard for
me to listen to Ambrose screaming.  Even though my dad had prepared and
taught me ahead of time how to be objective when dealing with a screaming
slave, it was nevertheless difficult for me, at that age, to hear such
pitiful screaming.  But dad eventually did a very good job of teaching me
to be objective around slaves."

Kevin could hardly process the feelings that were going through him at the
thought of his cousin getting clipped by Waylan in public, and when Thomas
spoke up in a pitiful tone and begged Mr. Patterson not to circumcise him,
Kevin was flushed with delight at the plight of his cousin.  A rare sensual
pleasure coursed through his body, and his dick seemed to be gently
pulsating on its own.

Kevin didn't know what was going on.  He was not a sadist, as far as he
knew.  He really did love his cousin.  He and Thomas really were almost
lifelong friends.  He was not a monster.  He was a good person, who didn't
lie or cheat, at least not too much.  He had always cared about the plight
of the underdog.  He would never knowingly harm an insect.  So what was
going on and causing him to take pleasure with what was going on with his
cousin?  What had caused him to dupe his caged cousin into giving him a
blowjob?  Why the more distressed Thomas was, the more thrilling he found
it?

Kevin tried to process his feelings, `Perhaps the euphoria I'm feeling is
similar to the euphoria a horseman feels around horses.  Maybe I'm just
naturally drawn towards handling slaves.  Maybe I'm meant to be in the
slave business.'

Kevin's thoughts were interrupted when he saw Mr. Dayton's car pass through
a back alley.  He spoke to Mr. Patterson, "Mr. Patterson, I see that
Mr. Dayton has arrived.  I know he will be eager to get over here, but I
need to speak briefly with him before he visits Tommy.  It was very nice
meeting you and Waylan."

Mr. Patterson smiled, "The same here.  You're a fine young man.  Please
feel free to come and visit Tommy whenever you would like.  If he's on the
exercise wheel or in hard labor training he won't be able to visit with
you, but I think it would be a real boost to his spirit just to have you
around watching."

Mr. Patterson nodded to Kevin, who was about to leave, but slowed his exit
when he heard Mr. Patterson address Waylan, "Son.  I have some things to do
before Mr. Dayton gets here, so why don't you barrel Tommy for now."

Waylan nodded, went to the side of the house, picked up a large barrel made
of strong molded plastic, and brought it to where Mr. Patterson was
standing.  Kevin stopped in his tracks to watch.

Waylan went up to Thomas, put his hand on his shoulder, and guided him to
the barrel.  The lid of the barrel had three large screw knobs.  Waylan
opened them, took off the lid, and told Thomas to get in the barrel.
Thomas paused slightly, but eventually stepped in.  Waylan put his hand on
his shoulder and pushed downwards, "Now squat down so I can put the lid
on."  Thomas did.  The barrel was large enough to accommodate a squatting
slave.  Waylan put the lid on the slave barrel and screwed on the lid.

The mesmerized Kevin finally asked, "What is that?"

Mr. Patterson patted the barrel, "It's a state of the art slave barrel.  It
comes in really handy when you're called away, and you need to secure your
slave for an indefinite amount of time.  It's totally impenetrable and
slave safe."

Mr. Patterson and Kevin again nodded their `goodbyes'.  As Kevin walked to
his Uncle Phil's house, and felt his cock struggling in his pants with a
life of its own, he wondered how many more dick-hardening delights were to
be found at Mr. Patterson's.


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