Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 14:28:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Labourer, Part 5

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 5

They were right - it didn't hurt much, at least
physically!  It looked a bit like the head of a vacuum
cleaner, and they dialled numbers on it, then held it
under my left armpit.  There was a lot of buzzing, and
for an instant a mildly unpleasant feeling like a
thousand tiny pin pricks, then they took it way again.
 I lifted up my arm, and could see there in the pit
six numbers, in dark black ink.  But it hurt my pride
terribly - I was now a numbered object, and I felt as
if my manhood was diminished somehow.  The state had
marked me, just as if I was property, rather than a
person.

"There, just in case there's any doubt, if you escape
- no need to mess around with finger prints or
anything, all they have to do is to get you to lift
your arm!  And when you're standing normally, it's
hardly visible.  Just you and your lovers will
usually know about it.

"Are you finished now, sir?"

"Yes, boy.  That's it.  You're photographed, recorded,
and inked.  So now you're officially an indentured
servant for the next ten years."

I went to pick up my clothes to dress.  "Steady on,
boy... No need for that.... You're pretty easy on the
eyes, so stay naked until your indenture holder comes
to collect you.  He's probably bringing you some
proper clothes, rather than those dishevelled things -
I certainly wouldn't want a servant of mine wearing
stuff like that, as it wouldn't reflect well on me."

I suppose I could see what he meant, as it was an old
T and faded jeans, and they were indeed crumpled.  So
I just reached for my boxers.  "Boy, you are one
disobedient son of a bitch!  You're asking to be
prodded, you know that?  I've just told you to stay
naked, and you're going for your shorts!  What's the
matter - you've got nothing to be ashamed of - nice
body, big dick... A lot of men would be proud to be in
as good a state as you are.."

"Sir, yes, thank you sir.  But can't I dress?"

"No, boy  My partner and I don't often get a chance to
enjoy seeing a guy like you.  Most of the indentured
servants we process are cons, or addicts, or something
- weedy, or shot to hell.  When we get  a piece of
meat that's as easy on the eyes as you are, we like to
enjoy it."

I could feel myself blushing a the thought of being
some sort of sex object, almost, for these guys.  Was
it always like this in prisons and places like that,
I wondered.  I just stood there, then one of the
guards opened the barred door of a cell, and motioned
for me to go in.  He locked the door behind me, and I
just stood there, looking out at them - there wasn't
anything else I could do, really -  the cell was bare
except for a bunk without blankets or anything, and a
lavatory bowl.  So I just sat down on the edge of the
bunk, and waited.

Fortunately I wasn't there all that long (although I
had a couple of difficult times when I had an
erection, as most young guys do during the day, and I
had to try to conceal it by crossing my arms over my
legs).  Rob bounded in, and I stood up and went over
to the bars.

I noticed Rob's eyes looking all over me, as he had
done so long ago at High School.  "Hey, Steve, you're
looking great....  All that manual work, the gym,
swimming.... I hadn't realised....  And I guess that
dick of yours is in good shape, too, with all the
action it gets...."

"Rob, let me have some clothes, please.  Then get me
out of here..."

"You've sure got a nice specimen there, sir", one of
the guards said to Rob.  "If he were mine, I'd keep
him like that all the time!"

"Yes, I would, too", Rob replied, jokingly (I hoped!).
 "But I've leased his contract.  He's a construction
worker, and that's what he'll be doing for the
foreseeable future."

He opened his briefcase, and got some stuff out which
he tossed through the bars.  "Here, Steve.  This is a
Rooney's polo, and shorts... I'm going to take you
straight over there...."

There's something odd about having three guys watch
you dress, even if it is as minimally as that - no T,
no boxers, no shoes, just the polo and the shorts.
And as I'd noticed when I spent that day working with
Mike's men, the shorts were very short, so a big
stretch of white thigh was exposed, and theft were cut
very tight across the butt, although reasonably
generous at the front, even for a guy with an above
average dick and balls like me.  Compared to Rob in
his expensive lawyer's suit, and the guards in their
smart uniforms, I felt distinctly "undressed" even
when I'd put them on,  and somehow diminished, as if I
was less than them.

Once I'd pulled the polo on, the guards unlocked the
cell and I followed Rob out of the court house to his
car in the parking garage.  As we drove out, Rob
looked at me and spoke calmly : "This is your last
chance, Steve.  Are you really sure you want to go
ahead with this?  There's still time to forget the
whole thing, you know - although you'd be my
indentured servant, you could go back to your normal
life.... Find a new place, unpack your things..."

Actually, I was a bit less sure.  Being marked with an
ISN like that had got me a bit shaken. And the causal
way that the guards had used those prod things....
Still, at Mike's I felt things should be different.  I
was going to work, after all, to really stretch myself
in  the way I wanted.  So I replied "No, it's OK - I
guess the induction is a bit difficult, but I'm sure
it's going to be OK once I'm settled in."  Anyway, in
spite of my qualms, I couldn't admit to Rob that I
might be worried about something, could I?

"Steve, remember Mike will have a lot of power over
you.  You've got to work for him, do as he says, and
he can punish you if you don't, and he can also....."

"Rob, it's OK, I told you.  I want Mike to be able to
punish me if I don't work hard enough.  That's the
whole idea.  So let's just get on with it, shall we?"

Rob shrugged, and just muttered "Well don't say I
didn't warn you....", and we drove the rest of the way
out to Mike's place in the companionable silence that
only good buddies can have together.

We arrived at the immaculate house and Rob pulled up
outside, and we both went up the steps.  A young
indentured servant came up and told us that Mister
Rooney was out at the moment but would be back
shortly, and that we should wait.  Rob and I sat
opposite each other on big leather couches in the
light and airy reception room, and we leafed through
magazines from the coffee table until Mike appeared,
about ten minutes later.  He was accompanied by the
overseer I'd met, Sean, and he almost bounded into the
room, stretching out his hand to greet Mike.  I went
to shake his hand, too, but he ignored me, and just
said to Sean in a voice that suggested he was almost
annoyed  "What is this servant doing in here?  Take
him out for me, will you?  Get him trimmed properly,
and then bring him back so  I can get a closer look."
Changing tone, to one of a genial host, he then asked
if Rob would like a drink or something.

Sean pointed at the door, and beckoned for me to
follow him, and when  I went to say goodbye to Rob, he
snapped "You heard Mister Rooney - just follow me!" in
a tone that really brooked no argument.  We went out
through the hallway then towards the back of the
house, then along a covered breeze way into what I'd
seen before as the barracks block.

We went on in, and although it was as neat and clean
as everything I'd seen so far at Mike's place, it was
somehow much stark and completely lacking in comfort.
There was one big room containing sixteen single beds
in two lines of eight down each side, each one with a
mattress neatly folded at the end of it.  There were
no chairs or anything, and I supposed that was because
we would all be so tired when we got back that all
we'd want to do was to sleep.  To one side there was a
door, and Sean opened it to reveal a shower room - a
lot of open showers down one side, like there had been
at High School, a row of basins for washing along the
far wall, and, to my surprise, along the far wall four
lavatory bowls.  There they were, just there, against
the wall, with no cubicles or anything around them to
give you privacy.  I was a bit shocked - I mean, it's
one thing to shower all together, but a guy likes a
bit of privacy when he's doing his business, doesn't
he?  Well, pissing with other guys is OK, but crapping
- well, I don't think I'd ever done it with anyone
else watching since I was a tiny, tiny kid!

"Get in the shower, and I'll send someone in to trim
you", Sean snapped.

"It's OK, sir", I said as politely as I could.  "I
showered this morning and I haven't worked up a sweat
or anything....."

"Listen, you fucking servant, you may have been one of
Mister Rooney's buddies, but you're just one of the
ordinary servants on this place now.  And the first
thing a servant learns is that when he's told to do
something, he does it.  No questions, no arguments,
just action.  Now get in the fucking shower, before I
use the cane on you!"

I just shrugged, and did as he said, took off the polo
and shorts, and stood there under the warm water as
Sean strode out.  He came back just as I was finished
and was standing there planing the water off my body
with my hands.  The young servant who'd greeted Rob
and me at the house, and who I imagined was some sort
of house boy, was following him.

Sean looked at the boy and said "You know what to do
with new acquisitions - give him the standard close
clip, and make sure his ass is clear."

"Yes, sir", the boy rapped smartly, and came over to
me to lead me down towards the basins at the far end.
He opened a cupboard underneath them, and took out a
pair of electric hair clippers, then whispered "Hands
in the air whilst I do your pits..."

"What?"

"Mister Rooney likes all the working servants to be
neatly clipped - not shaved, but with only a bit of
hair under the pits and so on.  He thinks it looks
better, for when you're all working stripped to the
waist...."

Well, what was I supposed to do?  Sean was standing at
the other end watching, and I could see the cane in
his hand - he was flexing it gently, as if he was
looking forward to having an opportunity of using it!
So resignedly I raised my hands in the air, and the
young lad approached with the clippers and clipped
most of my thick, wiry hair off.  He then knelt at my
feet, and muttered "Spread your legs.... So I can get
at all your pubes."

"Hey, no!  This is too much...."

"Quiet.... Sean will hear you, and he can be vicious.
Look, all the guys have their pubes clipped - that's
the way Mister Rooney wants it.  You'd better let me
do it, or Sean will come down here and whack the life
out of you."

Resignedly, I  opened my legs a bit, and the lad
started the clippers again.  I was kind of looking
down, and saw that my big bush of pubic hair was
trimmed right away at the sides so that it no longer
stretched form thigh to thigh, then drastically
reduced in length so that it wasn't more than an inch
or so long all over.  The lad said "Hold still now, as
I've got to use the clippers to clean up your
balls.... If you move, I might nip you and it will
hurt."

Fucking hell!  No one had ever touched my dick and
balls before, well, no man, that is.  The kid didn't
seem to be at all embarrassed or ashamed as he held my
dick in one hand and pulled it upwards, then ran the
clippers down over the top surface of my sac, leaving
it almost clean.  Then I could feel his messing
around, stretching the skin of my sac and running the
clippers over it, gradually working downwards and to
the side, until he could lift my balls up and do the
back of the sac and the area behind them, tight
between my legs.

"Not much more now", the boy whispered.  "You'll have
to bend over and pull your butt apart, so that I can
get the clippers down there...."

"Hey, no way!"

"Please.... If Sean comes over, he might punish me as
well as you.  He can be like that, as you'll find out.
 Come on, make it easy for both of us - none of you
new guys like it, but it only takes a minute.
Please... I don't want to be punished."

Well, what the hell, I thought.  I'd get all this
sorted out later, but for now it seemed easier just to
do as he said.  I bent from the waist and reached back
to pull my butt apart, and the next moment I felt the
metal of the clipper blades all cold as they slid down
that sensitive place.  Still, I felt fucking
humiliated - I mean, you don't stand there exposing
your asshole to another guy, do you?    But mercifully
it was  over quite quickly, the young lad stood up and
winked at me.  "All done - what's your name?"

"Steve."

"I'm Joey - I'm Mr Rooney's house boy really, but I
also get to do this to all you guys every week, as
Mister Rooney likes you all to be neat and smart all
the time...."

"Shut the fuck up, you two!", Sean roared.  "And you,
Steve, follow me!"

I went to pick up my polo and shorts, but he  just
said "I told you to follow me!  You don't need those -
you heard Mister Rooney say that he wanted to inspect
you...."

He had that attitude that didn't allow for any
argument, and so totally bare-assed naked (and feeling
even more so now that I'd lost most of my pubes), I
followed him back along the covered breeze way into
the main house.  Rob and Mike were still sitting in
the big reception room, with beers in front of them.
I thought it would be good to have one too, as we all
had when we'd last met in the bar, but there didn't
seem to be much likelihood of that.    We stood there
at the entrance to the room, and Sean hissed at me "Go
and stand in front of the fireplace, and take up the
'inspection' position."

"Sir, what's that?"

"Feet apart, hands clasped behind your neck, and head
bowed.  And don't fucking well speak unless Mister
Rooney asks you a question."

I padded across the polished wood floor, feeling it
cool beneath my bare feet.  My dick was bobbing up and
down as I walked, and I felt fucking ridiculous, I can
tell you - I mean, here I was, naked, having to go and
stand in front of my oldest friend and a drinking
buddy.   Still, perhaps this was part of the territory
of being an indentured servant, at least at first, and
as Sean seemed equipped with a prod, as well as the
cane and tawse, I decided I had to do as he'd said
Anyway, Rob had seen me naked lots of times at school,
and more recently at the court house, and Mike was a
guy, too, so it was probably OK.  Still, being naked
in a kind of 'domestic' situation is very different
from being naked in a locker room or somewhere like
that, isn't it?  You feel somehow foolish in your bare
skin, when all around there are the leather couches,
heavy curtains, polished floors, big vases of flowers,
and all the other stuff of gracious living.

The two men were sitting opposite each other n couches
that were at right angles to the fireplace, and I
stood there as I had been told. , clasping my hands
behind my neck.  I could still see Rob and Mike, in
spite of having my head bowed down, and from that
position it was easy to stretch my chest to show
myself off to good advantage, and to clench my butt so
that my belly tightened (I'm proud of my six pack),
and my thighs were stretched to reveal their long,
lean muscle.  Of course it also pushes your dick
forward as you do that, and it suddenly occurred to me
that now it wasn't  partially concealed my pubic hair.
 I thought about relaxing my muscles in the hope of
making my dick a bit less prominent, but as I did so,
Mike looked up and glanced at my body.

"Hey, this is a nice piece of meat, Rob!  He'll work
well, and he'll be a real asset to the business."

"Well Steve said he wanted to work hard... He's always
had this thing about his body, even when we were at
school.... "

"Was he like this then - toned, buffed, good shape..."

"Oh sure - football team, track and field, all that
sort of stuff.  And he was - and is - a real stud:
always after pussy...."

"We'll soon teach him to forget all that!  I won't
have my servants whoring around - it's bad for
business, if women home alone don't think they can
trust the workers who are doing their project.  Still,
it's easily fixed.  Did you two fuck might I ask?"

"No - Steve's not like that.  Straight as a die."

"But were you tempted, Rob?"

I listened almost incredulously as Mike asked that
question.  As I've told you, I sometimes thought that
Rob wanted to do stuff with me.

"Well, you know, school boy crush, that sort of
thing... I'd have liked to have messed about a bit -
we were really good friends then, still are, as you
know.  And two guys who are both fit and active at
school, well, it's only natural, isn't it?  But Steve
was always too busy chasing pussy - and getting it,
usually!  So we never actually had any real fun
together."

"Never even felt that dick of his?"

"No, nor his balls."

"Well now's your chance, then - he's standing here in
front of us, come on over, and find out what you
missed all those years."

"No!", I cried out.  "No fucking way!"  I let go of my
hands from behind my neck, and almost took up a
fighting stance.

Mark looked at me, and said, quite casually "Steve,
you forget where you are, and what you are..."

"No way, Mark, no way are you and Rob going to feel my
balls...."

"Listen you piece of shit", Mark snapped.  "First,
it's Mister Rooney, or 'sir', to you now!  And
secondly you need to remember that you're an
indentured servant and I'm now your indenture holder,
and what I say goes.  And thirdly, you need to
remember that I can order punishment for disobedience
- Overseer Sean is standing there, and we can soon
have you caned..."

"But Mark.... Mister Rooney.... I cane here to work
,to really work away at construction.  Sure you can
punish me if I don't work hard enough.  And you know
that  I want to be 'encouraged' to really get the last
bits of effort out of me.  But  feeling my dick and
balls...."

"You never listened, did you?  When I told you about
the role of  an indentured servant here, you always
cut me off in mid-stream.  I'd have told you that we
have a total regime here, where I make full use of the
bodies of my servants... But you never listened."

"He's right, Steve", Rob cut in.  "I tried to tell
you, too.  And in the court, you cut right across the
judge when he wanted to explain all the
implications...."

"You can't be serious...."

"Yes, Steve", Rob continued.  "I'm a lawyer, so
believe me.  Mark can do more or less what he likes
with your body, provided he doesn't damage you
permanently.  He can't cut your arm off or anything,
but other than that, he has pretty much free use of
your body any way he chooses."

I was stunned, and Mike cut in "So now, Steve, you're
going to experience stage one - I like to do a proper,
thorough inspection of my new servants, to make sure
they're in good shape.... And so that I can
decide...."

He and Rob got up off the couches, and came over
towards me.  I noticed the overseer, Sean, move
towards me, too, holding his cane in one hand and one
of he prod things in the other.

"Hands back behind your head, Steve", Rob ordered
softly, and I obeyed.  Well, how bad could it be,
really?  After all, doctors and people had handled my
dick before when I'd had medicals.  So it couldn't be
all that bad to have Mike and Rob do it - pretty
humiliating, but it couldn't hurt, or anything  I was
a mature, tough guy - I could take this!  I gritted my
teeth, and brought my temper under control.  I'd show
them that a strong man could take it, regardless of
what they wanted to meet out.

>From the way that he began to run his hands all over
me I guessed that Mike had done this before!  Somehow
it was almost "professional", as sometimes the palms
of his hands slid over my muscles, and sometimes his
strong fingers dug in to test the resilience and
strength of  parts of me.  He began with my shoulders,
worked down across my pecs and my belly, skipped over
my dick and balls, then felt the front of my thighs.
He told me to turn around, and did the same down my
back - now really feeling the power in my butt
muscles.  Then he had me turn around to face him
again, and this time his hand went down and picked up
my dick.

He kind of rolled it around in the palm of his hand,
and  I felt myself beginning to sport a boner.  But he
stopped,, and I felt his warm palm cupping my balls,
and then his thumb pressed into the sac, separating
them.  Sweat broke out all over me and I almost
panicked at the thought that he could seriously hurt
me, but it was soon evident that he had done this
before, and somehow his air of confidence calmed my
fears.

"Really nice!", he commented.  "Well done, Steve -
you're in great shape.  And after a few weeks here,
you'll be even better""

"Thanks, Mike..."

"This is your last warning,  Steve!  You're a servant
now, remember, not a drinking bud any longer.  It's
Mister Rooney, or 'sir'.    If you are over familiar
again, ever, I'll have you punished.  You need to
remember your status here - you're just the sixteenth
servant whose indenture I own, no more, no less, and I
expect total obedience and respect from all of you."

His tone changed as he went on "Rob, he's fine.  So
our agreement is officially in force - you've leased
him to me, and that's that.  Now, would you like to
examine your former buddy?"

"Well he's still my buddy, Mike...."

"No, don't think like that.  Once a guy's indentured,
everything changes.  You can't be buddies with an
indentured servant - suppose you asked me to do some
work at your place and I sent Steve along, and he
needed caning or the tawse?  You'd feel pretty badly
about it, wouldn't you?   And you might see him
mending the streets or something, and if you stopped
to talk to him, he'd lose his rhythm and that of all
his crew, and then they'd all be punished.  So it's
much better just to forget about it - forget you were
ever buddies, and just treat him like any other
indentured servant.  So come on - this is a great
dick, and fantastic balls - if you've always wanted to
feel them, now's your chance!  This isn't your old
buddy Steve here, just a servant."

I saw a sheen of sweat all over Rob's face as he came
and stood in front of me, and then his hand went down.
As Mike's had, and grasped my dick.  He too rolled it
around a bit, and this time I couldn't help myself -
I don't know whether it was the additional
stimulation, or whether it was the thought of my old
buddy doing it to me:  my boner was now really hard,
and my dick went way, way above the horizontal.

Mike smiled at him, as if to encourage him, and I felt
Rob's thumb and finger begin to tease my foreskin
back!  "I've always wanted to do this", he almost
whispered to Mike.  "All those years at High School,
and I've never seen his dick head.... He never
'skinned back in the showers without turning away from
the other guys.... Wow!"

So, OK, I've got a nice dick head, I know that.  From
the dicks I've seen I know there can be all kinds of
"problems" - a tiny head on a big thick shaft, that
kind of thing.  But my equipment is all properly
proportioned - when I'm skinned back my dick head
stands out nicely from the shaft all around, and....
My reverie was broken of as Rob's clumsy thumb scraped
over my sensitive triangle underneath!  Rob was cut,
always had been , as far as  I know, and cut guys just
can't appreciate how sensitive an uncut guy's head can
be - I mean, it doesn't have to be used to scraping
over his clothes all the time as it's so nice and
snugly protected until you want it to come out to
play.  I winced, and gave a tiny yelp of pain.  Rob's
eyes starred at me, as if he was suddenly even more
interested, but he said nothing.  And now Rob's other
hand was cupping my balls, and toying with them inside
my sac.  But he clearly wasn't experienced, as Mike
was, and I gave several more little yelp of pain as he
managed to squeeze me awkwardly.  I jerked back, as
you do, absolutely reflexively.

"Steady!", Mike snapped.  "You'd better learn to stand
still when you're being inspected, or you'll be in
trouble!"

"But he hurt me..."

"Fucking keep your mouth shut!  I don't have my
servants talking back to me.  If you ever do that
again, you'll be caned."

Mike's tone changed again as he asked Rob how it was.
 "Bloody amazing, Mike!  I've always wanted to do
that, to really feel Steve's tackle.  It used to make
me so mad - any cheap girl who was prepared to put out
could have the use of that dick all night, but he was
never willing to share it with even his best buddy."

"So do you want to even things up a bit?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he never let you play with him for all those
years.... Now's your chance to make up for lost time!
I always like to break new servants in properly, and
if you want to join in, you're welcome.  I guess you
liked the look of his ass, too, didn't you?"

"Well who wouldn't?"

"So, Rob, now's your chance - really experience it.
You can go first - you're his prime indenture holder,
after all, and it's kind of traditional for the owner
to take a new servants' cherry.  Then I'll take sloppy
seconds - he's going to be working for me, and he
needs to know who's in charge."

"NO!", I screamed.  "You can't be serious!  You're not
gong to fuck me!  It's illegal...."

"Oh Steve, you have got a lot to learn", Mike almost
chortled.  "An indenture holder had full and complete
use of a servant's body.  And Rob and I won't be the
last up your ass, as you'll soon find out."

End Of Part 5