Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2014 06:41:46 -0800 From: Randall Austin Subject: The Neighbor's New Hogboy - 8 The Neighbor's New Hogboy Part Eight By Randall Austin This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com Randall Austin's Archive Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories Authors Comments: Please help us support Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Please make a donation today. Thank you! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please Check Out My Nifty Prolific Author Story List: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/prolific.html#randallaustin Before heading off to work each day, Mr. Patterson's routine included checking on Waylan and his servitors in the basement. As he entered the servitor training area in his basement, he was pleased with what he saw. Waylan had both Thomas and Craig secured to running machines, and had the machine's pace set to a high speed. Waylan had the slaves naked, and both servitors were sweating heavily as they jogged on their machines. Mr. Patterson was full of praise for his son, "It's looking good down here, Waylan. Real good! I see you're working `em naked today. Good show! Keep up the good work, son." Thomas, breathing and sweating heavily, called out, "Please, stop this machine, Mr. Patterson." Mr. Patterson approached Thomas, "Son, there's no need for you to be crying like that. Waylan isn't going to push you beyond what you can endure. He is very good at judging a servitor's endurance level." Thomas called out again, "Please let me have a rest, sir." As tears ran down Thomas's face, Mr. Patterson continued, "Tommy, your father has told you many times that everything is going to be fine, and that once you settle in here you'll begin thinking of this as normal, and you will start to enjoy your life here. And he's right; but it will only be so if you start behaving. You have been here for almost three weeks now, and you are still giving us trouble, sulking about, and balking at almost every one of our commands. If you continue with this behavior, you will soon find out that Waylan and I will not be able to keep treating you in the nice way we have been doing." Mr. Patterson paused slightly to observe Thomas's reaction, saw that he was attentive to his words, and continued, "And you also need to know that after your clipping ceremony in three months, and after we get yours and Craig's cocks locked away for good, things are going to be a little different. That's when training will start to get serious around here, and there will be a lot more expected from you. And that means that Waylan and I will no longer be able to be Mr. Nice Guys." "So I'm just preparing you for what's to come. And don't ever think you'll be getting any special treatment from us just because you used to be our neighbor. Waylan and I expect to start seeing tip-top behavior from you. At all times we want to see you eager and willing to serve." "If I get home from work tonight, and Waylan tells me that you continued to balk at his orders, then I think it will be time for a very serious spanking session!" Mr. Patterson paused to check out Thomas's sweating body and bouncing genitals, gave him a pat on the shoulder, and left for work. *** Thomas and Craig were scrubbing the basement floor, under the supervision of Waylan, when Mr. Patterson entered the room, accompanied by Thomas's three former friends, Hunter, Tagg, and Brady. Thomas was shocked at seeing his friends, and his friends were shocked to see him in a servitor jump suit, on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor just like a real life slave. Mr. Patterson spoke, "Tommy, I have good news for you. Your friends contacted me and asked me if they could you use you for their high school's 4H3 Club project. I thought it was a great idea, so I agreed to it!" Thomas let out a stunned, "But", which was interrupted by Mr. Patterson. "It will give you a change of routine, and give you a chance to get out for a couple days a week as they work with you on their project." Mr. Patterson, smiling broadly, believing he was giving Thomas some good news, continued, "When your friends told me of their desire to use you in their 4H3 Club project, at first I had to say `no', because you are a mighty expensive piece of property, Tommy. But they assured me that their teacher, Mr. Benson, insisted that the whole time that Hunter, Tagg, and Brady, will be working with you, as they learn the basics of your care, handling, feeding, grooming, and breeding, you will be fully tethered, hobbled, and animal-gloved." As Thomas's three friends stared in astonishment at their former classmate, Mr. Patterson concluded, "Tommy, I can't let you visit with your friends tonight, because Waylan tells me that after you two have finished scrubbing the basement floor, he wants you two to get to work on sanding the patio furniture for refinishing, before he puts you two little guys to bed." Hunter, Tagg, and Brady, left in silence, astonished at what they had just witnessed. *** Craig, in his cot after `lights out', heard Thomas sobbing to himself. He whispered, "Tommy, what's wrong?" "The humiliation, the shame, the embarrassment, of being indentured. I can't take it!" Craig raised himself, "What are you embarrassed about?" "My friends seeing me in my slave jumpsuit being controlled by that dumbass kid, Waylan." Craig got out of his cot, and went and sat on Thomas's cot, and started to rub his shoulders. Eventually he whispered, "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Rather it is those who have put you into such a position who need to feel shame and embarrassment." Craig kept rubbing Thomas's shoulders. And after several quiet moments Thomas responded, "You are right, Craig. You are so right!" Thomas turned to face Craig, and with a smile on his face, for the first time since being indentured, rejoiced, "Oh dear, Craig. Thank you! The fact that you are with me at this time in my life is too amazing to be true. It's as if we were guided to each other by some heavenly force." Craig whispered, "I too can only believe that it was heaven that united us." Both servitors undid the buttons of their servitor pajamas and peeled them off. With erections unbounded, they hugged, squeezed, kissed, nibbled, sucked, pinched, tugged, sucked, pumped, and fucked, their way to the highest orgasm; an orgasm that only the desperate can know. And their moment of ecstasy did not end with their mutual cummings, for words of hopeful love followed; "We will get out of this, we will be free, and we will live and share, one day, a happy life together." To be continued... For more of Randall Austin Stories, Please visit the Randall Austin Archive Group. While it does not yet contain all of Randall's stories [it will eventually], it gathers the stories in one convenient location. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories