Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 00:00:44 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Neighbor's New Hogboy - 6

The Neighbor's New Hogboy
Part Six
By Randall Austin

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The sexual high Kevin had just experienced while watching his cousin Tommy
get `barreled', quickly abated as he approached his uncle, Phillip Dayton,
who was getting out of his car.  Kevin had no idea how his uncle would view
him now that he had been kicked out of his house by his father.

Phillip was happy to see his nephew, and called out to him.  They shook
hands, and Mr. Dayton asked, "Are you here to see Tommy?"

"Actually, Uncle Phil, I just saw him.  I was over at the Patterson's
looking for you.  I just wanted to ask you something, sir.  This is kind of
awkward for me, Uncle Phil."

As the two men walked to sit on the porch of Mr. Dayton's house, Mr. Dayton
was unaware of the degree to which Kevin was apprehensive about his
financial situation.  And as Kevin realized that now was the moment when he
would find out his immediate fate, the sexual high that was to be found in
watching his newly indentured cousin in training completely disappeared.  A
light sweat broke out on Kevin's forehead as he thought of his current
financial situation; kicked out of his own home where he had been living
not only rent free, but free of all living expenses such as groceries and
utilities, along with the free use of his dad's credit cards.  He had lied
to his father all along that he was saving money for a house down payment.

When Kevin's father had assumed that Kevin was taking evening classes and
working the late night shift at an office supply store, Kevin was in fact
out partying.  And when he had asked his girlfriend just two days ago if he
could move in with her, that was when she told him she wanted to break up
with him.  All the money that Kevin now had to his name was what was left
of the $300 in cash he stole from his father when he moved out his things.
His father wouldn't even let him the keep the six-year old car he had been
using while he lived at home.

Kevin, in short, was very desperate.  He hated being in such a state.  He
hated how he found it hard to be cool and calm when one doesn't have the
financial means, and a modern bathroom, to keep one's self calm and cool
looking.

"Uncle Phil, are you aware that my dad kicked me out of the house?"

"Yes, he told me, Kevin."

"Uncle Phil, I can't tell you how hurt I am.  And the reason he kicked me
out is too humiliating to talk about."

Mr. Dayton patted Kevin on the shoulder, "I know all about it, and there's
no reason for you to be humiliated."

"But my dad thinks I'm a homo, Uncle Phil."

"Kevin, I tried to tell him that you weren't.  I've known you for all of
your life, and I'm well aware of all your escapades as a young man growing
up.  I know you are a perfectly normal male.  When you would stay with me
while your parents vacationed, I was well aware of all the girls you would
sneak into your room."

Kevin, so relieved to have gotten to first base with his Uncle, started
crying.  Mr. Dayton put his arm around his nephew as they sat on the steps
of the front porch.  Mr. Dayton tried to comfort the sobbing Kevin, "You
have to realize, Kevin, that your dad is something of
a... well... religious nut.  In fact, he's kind of like Mr. Patterson over
there, across the street.  Religious fundamentalists just have it ingrained
that homosexuality is some kind of evil thing.  It's sad, but you just
can't reason with people like that.  I've tried, through the years, to
reason with my brother, but there's no getting through to people like
that."

Kevin was comforted, but looked surprised at his uncle, "But I thought you
felt the same way.  You had Tommy indentured because of his homosexuality."

"I sure did.  But it's not because homosexuality is evil or anything.  I've
been aware that Tommy was a homo quite some time.  So I researched it.  And
all the stuff I read said that indenturement really helps homosexuals to
lead happier lives.  The information from the Hennepin County Social
Services Authority was backed up with hard scientific data."

"I love Tommy, and want what's best for him.  The material I read said that
homo's are lonely people; they can't form lasting relationships; they take
risks; they usually become alcohol and/or drug addicted; they can't hold on
to jobs; and they're at much greater risk for disease than straight people.
Given all of that stuff, I knew that I had to get Tommy indentured.  The
indentured situation forces homo's to follow a set routine, and makes them
have to hold on to a job along with all the socializing benefits that
steady work provides.  They're unhappy when first indentured, but once they
get trained and put into service, homo slaves turn out to be some of the
happiest people on earth.  It was not easy for me, but as a loving father I
had no choice but to have my son indentured."

It was now Kevin's turn to give his uncle a comforting hug.  The two men
sat on the porch in silence for a long while with their arms around each
other.  And Kevin thought he had been blessed when his uncle brought up the
very thing he had come to ask of him: "Kevin, it sure gets lonely around
here with Tommy's bedroom being empty.  I haven't even been able to go into
his room yet since he's been gone, it so upsets me.  But if you were to
stay with us, you would be most welcome.  It would help to fill the void in
our lives now that Tommy is gone."

Kevin could only sigh, "Yes, of course, Uncle Phil.  I would be happy to
stay with you.  My girlfriend has been begging me to move in with her, but
I told her that it didn't seem the right thing for me to do at present.
I'd be honored to move in with you.  You're my favorite uncle!"

As the two men hugged again, Mr. Dayton spoke, "Everything in Tommy's room
is yours.  You can do with his things whatever you want: keep them; sell
them; junk them.  Whatever.  And I want to warn you about his computer.
It's now yours, but there's an awful lot of crap on it.  Maybe you can
clean it up."

Kevin smiled, "I'd be happy to do that, Uncle Phil."

As Kevin basked in his freshly found relief, he looked across the street at
Mr. Patterson's house.  As he thought of the two slaves in processing over
there, that special euphoria Kevin had been experiencing around his
indentured cousin returned, and his dick firmed slightly.  He closed his
legs so that there was no danger of his uncle noticing the bulge.  And as
his sexual thoughts warmed him, so too did the embrace of his uncle.  Kevin
felt good.  Like a kid who found a new daddy.

***

Waylan's first one-on-one training session with Thomas, without his
father's supervision, was the evening of Thomas's first day as a servitor
at the Patterson's residence, when his father instructed him to get Thomas
ready for bed, and teach him the evening routine.

Waylan's chief duty as a young handler for his father's servitors was to
keep the servitors on schedule throughout the day in all things; from
waking them up and putting them to bed on time, making sure they met their
daily training and exercise quotas, did all of their chores, ate everything
that was given to them at meal time, and ensuring that they took all of
their pills and special meds.

Waylan watched as the naked Thomas showered, as he had instructed him.

When Thomas finished showering and drying himself off, Waylan handed him
his one-piece servitor sleepwear, which resembled a union suit, and a can
of servitor talcum powder, and instructed him, "Before putting on your
special servitor pajamas, you are to liberally apply the talcum powder to
chest, arms, shoulders, cock, balls, and ass crack.  Dad doesn't ever want
to see you with chafed skin anywhere.  The powder will help prevent that.
He expects you to keep yourself in top condition, and to take good care of
yourself in all things because you are expensive property."

Thomas, humiliated at being controlled by his 16-year old neighbor, soon
realized that Waylan relished his control over him as he gave out more
instructions, "No, you have to use more talcum powder, and rub it in real
good!"

When Thomas winced in disgust, Waylan clarified things, "Let's get
something straight, here, Tommyboy!  You are no longer my neighbor, and we
are no longer friends.  Because what you are now is a hogboy!  You are no
better than a pig!  And you will be doing what I tell you to do!  So start
powdering yourself up the way I instructed, or I'm gonna tell dad that
you're balking at my orders, and I'm pretty sure he would authorize me to
use my young-handler paddle on you!"

Once Thomas was properly powdered, he put on his servitor pajamas, and felt
defeated.  The pajamas were the standard institutional servitor pajamas
with butt and genital flaps.  Everyone immediately recognized them as
`slave pajamas', and now Thomas was wearing them.

As Waylan led Thomas to his sleeping quarters, Thomas felt like a slave.
And he thought to himself, as tears started to well, "I am a SLAVE, and
will be for the rest of my life."

When Waylan opened the door to Thomas's sleeping quarters, the tears
suddenly stopped welling up in Thomas's eyes, for there sitting on one of
the two cots, reading a book, was Mr. Patterson's other new servitor, Craig
Winston, the 26-year old former architect, dressed in similar servitor
pajamas.

It was the servitor who only just a couple of days ago Thomas had watched
go through the things he had gone through this very day; being put in the
screened-over slave hole, getting spat and pissed on, and put into a slave
barrel.

It was the Craig Winston who Thomas fell in love with at first sight; and
to whose sweet mental images he was caught jacking off to, and which led to
his swift indenturement.

Waylan introduced them by name.  Craig recognized Thomas from his first day
as a servitor.  Thomas walked up to Craig, and they each put out a hand to
shake.  Thomas was now no longer embarrassed by his pajamas.  And as they
shook hands Thomas could smell that Craig was similarly powdered.  And
suddenly Thomas liked the scent of the servitor powder.

Waylan instructed the servitors before leaving, "Craig, dad and I expect
you to help Tommy adjust.  And remember, lights out in twenty minutes!"

Waylan left and Tommy sat on his cot just three feet removed from Craig's
cot.  Craig spoke quietly, "I can tell just by looking at you that you
probably went through the same stuff today that I had to go through on my
first day here."

Thomas nodded.  Craig reached a hand over and patted Thomas on the leg and
tried to comfort him, "Things will get better."

For Thomas, just being in Craig's presence, things were already better; and
got even better when Craig added, "I'm happy to have you here!"


To be continued...

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