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Ten
days after his `inspection' by Terrence Finley and Rex Dalton, Michael Galyon
gave them a call and told them that he would be interested in meeting up with
them in order to talk about their proposal.
At
the meeting, in an open park, Michael had many questions for them, and they had
many questions for him. But the key
question Rex and Terrence had for Michael was phrased succinctly by Terrence,
"Since it is clear that you desire to be a `slave', why didn't you ever just meet
up with some bondage/discipline kind of guy, and live out your fantasies?"
There
were many ways Michael could answer that question so there was no immediate
response from him, so Terrence continued, "Why do you want to be a
state-assigned self-indentured slave?
Why do you want to go through the state's Social Services system to get
yourself indentured as a real slave; a system that means there is no backing
out, where you must by law obey orders given out by your lease holders, and
avail yourself to be subjected to any and all restrictions and punishments in
the same way as to which any criminally indentured person would be?"
Michael
did not need to think very long about what answer he would give to that
specific question, "I have no interest in role playing. I have a slave's mindset, so I was born to be
a real slave – I was born a slave and that is what I am supposed to be."
"I do
not care to role play; I do not want to be in a position where I can just pick
up my bags and walk away from a situation of servitude."
"I
need to be controlled, told what to do, how to behave, punished if I fail – and
know that I do not have an escape route to freedom should I ever so desire."
"It is all that I have ever longed for."
***
When
Rex and Terrence took Michael in to the Kansas City Missouri Social
Services complex in order to have
him sign the order of self-indenturement, Michael quickly became aware that
none of the interviewing officials had very much interest in speaking to him
directly. They did not ask him about his
feelings or the reasons for which he wanted to self-indenture himself, or why
he was deciding to do so, or give him any input on the legal ramifications of
such a decision, but rather spoke only to, and only questioned, Rex and
Terrence on matters of his indenturement.
Being
discussed as if he were an `object' in the presence of free males sent Michael
into a world of feelings he had only before ever dreamt about; feelings which
sent his entire perineum throbbing in delight.
It
was clear to Michael that no one in the room truly had any interest in hearing
what he had to say for himself; and Michael, hearing himself talked about as if
he were some kind of object rather than a human being did frighten him somewhat
– even as at the same time his entire being was overwhelmed by the joy of that
`slave feeling'.
As
the discussions continued, Michael eventually no longer cared what was being
said about him. He in fact wanted more
and more to be talked about, discussed, and analyzed as if he were nothing but
a piece of property.
In
such a state, Michael simply agreed to and signed everything that was thrown in
front of him.
Nevertheless
Michael did wake up when he heard Terrence ask if they could have more of his
dick skin clipped off. Terrence
explained that although Michael was circumcised, Rex and he felt that Michael
still had too much foreskin hanging off of his pecker, and wondered if they
would be allowed to order a tighter clipping job performed on him. They wanted Michael done up with a real high
and tight dick clipping.
The
official nodded in knowing agreement, "Of course you can have that done. While there are many limitations on body
modifications which can be performed on the temporarily indentured population,
circumcision and circumcision enhancements are well within the law. Why specifically are you asking to have this
done to him?"
Both
Terrence and Rex tried to answer at the same time, but Terrence nodded to Rex,
"What we want is to be able to have his dick tip showing even when he is
totally flaccid. We want that mushroom
dick head of his on display at all times, even when it's totally cold-showered
or ice-packed. We want to see all of
little Mikey regardless of what state of arousal he happens to be in."
As
the official wrote down Rex's response, he affirmed, "You got it! We'll take him down to be sliced as soon as
we are finished here. It's a benign and
quick procedure and you will be able to take him home as soon as the surgeon
finishes the post surgical embrocation."
Rex
asked, "What does that mean, sir?"
"Embrocation
simply refers to the application of ointments to his penis to ease pain and
speed recovery. Once they release him
and you take him home, you can be assured that whether Mikey is baby-boy like
asleep, or raw assed dick-hard from some needed ass whipping or fucking
session, his little `turtle head' will be on full display."
Rex
couldn't help but to let out a bit of gay-boy glee, "That's wonderful! Our little Mikey will have no more peepee
secrets. It's all going to be on full
display at all times!"
Michael
heard all that was being discussed by Rex, Terrence, and the Social Services
official, yet he had no objections to any of it.
Instead
Michael found himself transported to a land of glorious submission. When he
felt Rex suddenly shaking him on his shoulder, "Mikey, you need to wake up and
follow these gentlemen, they just want to take you down and take some pictures
of you so that they have a record of your physical traits
before
they do your `clipping'."
Mikey
was happy to follow them like a lamb to the slaughter.
***
Terrence
and Rex followed Michael as he was led by an overseer and a guard to the photo
studio. Once Michael entered the studio
he was shocked to see the orderlies Amoro and Paulus in attendance, which is
standard practice. Orderlies are
routinely assigned to processing shoots and such minor surgical procedures as a
dick clipping in order to help clean up any uncontrolled messes newly
indentured slaves are prone to make at such times.
As
Michael was getting stripped naked he was even more shocked to see Terrence and
Rex greeting the two orderlies as if they were old friends; old `friends' who
had treated them like shit while they were slaves.
But
now that Rex and Terrence were on an even higher plane than the two orderlies,
being not only free boys, but also free boys who for a reason unknown to the
two orderlies could also afford to own a high-end Level 10 slave, everything
about Rex and Terrence was now totally cool with the two orderlies.
The
presence of the two orderlies in the room, in front of whom he was being
photographed nude and forced into humiliating displays (muscles flexed, mouth
open wide, tongue sticking out, rump cheeks spread with anal sphincter in
express mode, tits perked into erection), highlighted for Michael the depths to
which he had now given up his former life as a respectable member of society.
What
Michael never fully realized during his slave-dazed photo shoot and processing,
was that most of the nude photos taken of him, from every angle, were of him
sporting a full blown, screaming, slave-cocked, hardon – a hardon which proved
that he was born to be a slave. It was a
hardon he was unaware of until the photographer told him he needed to get his
erection down so that he could take some shots of his man-unit in a flaccid
state.
The
overseer and guard waited for Michael to deflate as Amoro and Paulus snickered
in obscene delight as they watched their former boss humiliated.
Such
embarrassing hardons from the servitor population during processing were
nothing new to the professionals who worked at Social Services.
They saw slave hardons all the time.
But
what was new to those in attendance during Michael's intake photo session was
seeing Michael, as he struggled to deflate a full blown dick hardon, manage to
shoot involuntarily, with no outward stimulation, an almost two ounce load of
cum into the faces of the two assigned orderlies as well as into the
photographer's photo lens.
The
overseer, guard, and even the photographer whose camera was slimed, laughed
heartily as the two shocked orderlies hastily wiped the slave cum off their
faces.
As
the photographer was about to do the remaining shots of Mr. Galyon's now
flaccid dick, Nurse Costen entered the room and called out to the two
orderlies,
"Amoro
and Paulus, I need both of you to get back to
Sub
Terrain level 2 to clean up a mess!"
Both
boys were crushed, as they were looking forward to attending Mr. Galyon's dick
clipping. Paulus countered, "But Nurse
Costen, our new boss, Raphael Menedez, told us we
had to be in attendance at Mr. Galyon's circumcision."
"No,
you have been reassigned to do a feces/vomit clean up!"
As the
two freshly facially cum-creamed orderlies made their way to Sub Terrain level
2, Amoro complained, "Man, Costen is such a bitch."
Paulus
also moaned, "Yeah, seeing Galyon being treated like a dumbass shitburger was
so hot. Just think, from now on Galyon
is nothing more than a dumbass cock suckling pig!"
Amoro,
"Man, what I would have given to see Galyon getting dick clipped like some bull
getting elastrated!"
***
For
the first time since he had signed his papers of self-indenturement Michael had
his doubts. As he was being wheeled into
surgery for an extra high and tight circumcision procedure, as ordered by his
lead overseer, Terrence Finley, Michael wondered if he had made a mistake. If he had made a mistake, there was no
turning back, for he was now a state assigned indentee, subject to the whim of
his lead overseer and leaseholder, and he no longer had a say in the matter as
to what was about to be done to his dick.
In
the operating theatre, Michael, still raw naked from his photo shoot, was transferred
to the operating table by a nurse and a technician.
On
the table he was strapped down and a clear latex coverlet was placed over his
organ of regeneration. His penis was then pulled through a slit in the latex
coverlet so that it could receive the special attention of the surgeon.
Without
warning he was given a prick in both his left arm and into the shaft of his
penis by a male nurse with a syringe who comforted him, "This will all be over
in just a few minutes."
Shortly
afterwards all that Michael could comprehend, or seem to comprehend, was that
there seemed to be far too many people in the room. Why did it take a surgeon, two nurses, and a
technician, to attend the circumcision, watching him get most of his remaining dick
skin clipped off?
When
the masked-surgeon leaned over him, grabbed his prick and manipulated it's
remaining foreskin, and asked him if he was comfortable as he wielded a
paper-thin knife that looked like it could slice an atom in two, Michael was
close to losing consciousness.
But
he never did lose consciousness entirely; instead he watched as the surgeon
pulled up his remaining foreskin and put a clamp on it to keep it
gathered. Then the technician drew a
line across the foreskin with a flesh pencil, a line that indicated from where
his remaining foreskin would be sliced off.
Michael,
strapped to an operating table, anaesthetized yet awake, watched as the surgeon
took a knife to his man tool and in one rather simple move sliced off a good
bunch more of his foreskin.
As
he was being sliced he noticed all those gathered around watching him get
sliced, almost as if he were a slave in medieval times getting castrated to the
cheers of a gathered crowd.
It
was a profound moment in the life of the former Michael Galyon; anaesthetized
as he was, that `slave feeling' shivered through Mikey's body as he had never
before imagined it.
***
Once
all the papers of indenturement were signed and notarized and Michael was
officially registered as an indentee of the state of Missouri for a period of
30 months, he was dressed in Missouri's standard light green scrub style
uniform.
As
the processing boys readied `Mikey' for release to Rex and Terrence, they
clipped a large tag to both of his ears, and explained to his lease holders,
"You need to keep these ear tags on him if you take him out in public at
anytime during the next three days. Some
counties don't receive the updated servitor population list in their systems
for a few days because of our crappy outdated hardware. So, if you are stopped for any reason by law
enforcement officials, make sure he's wearing his ear tags. They immediately make it clear to all law
enforcement personnel just what he is."
With
the former Michael, now `Mikey', in tow the boys led their new purchase out of
the Social Services complex and headed towards the parking lot. On the way they ran into their two pals, Joe
and Mooch, who were leading their leashed slave Poppie into the compound.
The
friends greeted each other and both Joe and Mooch were quite amazed at their
friend's new slave, "Holy hell, Rex, don't tell me that this ear-tagged, pretty
boy, hog suckler, is your slave?"
Rex
laughed, "He sure is. All brand new, and
ready to serve."
Mooch
wondered, "We knew you were getting a slave of your own, but how were you two
able to afford such a super prime simian?
This thing had to cost you at the very least two million dollars."
"We
don't own him; we're only leasing him on a two and a half year contract."
Mooch
shook his head in amazement, "Still, you guys gotta be paying at least $200,000
a year for the lease on such a piece of primo homo bitch meat as this."
Terrence
answered as Michael sweated in both embarrassment and a most rare kind of
servitor joy in being discussed as if he were nothing but a `thing', "It's a
complicated story, but because of our release terms from indenturement we both
received compensation from Social Services and Kansas City University. Plus Rex and I have reached an agreement with
little Mikey here on the terms of his lease."
And
Terrence happily added, "Our dad's are also helping us with the fees as well as
with the down payment on our house."
Rex
suggested, "Once we get this guy house broken, you two will have to come over
and check out our new place, and also get to watch Mikey perform in full
service mode."
As
the four free boys departed agreeing to gather at some future date, and as the
servitor dicks of Mikey and Poppie leaked naughty sex juice, Mooch called out,
"We're looking forward to seeing Mikey doing a routine on the monkey bars," to
which Terrence laughed, "That's a great idea.
We'll get him trained up to put on a show."
***
As
Terrence and Rex returned home along with Mikey leashed and in tow, the front
door was opened in eager anticipation by little Joshua Milliken, who ran up to
Mikey and threw his arms around him, "Mr. Galyon, I am so happy to see you!"
After
the loving hugs, Terrence reminded Joshua that the slave's name was Mikey and
was no longer Mr. Galyon, that he was no longer his boss, and that in fact he,
Joshua, was now Mikey's `boss' – or, to put it more accurately, Joshua was now
one of his overseers.
No
sooner had the greetings taken place than a UPS truck pulled up with deliveries
to the Finley/Dalton household.
Rex
asked the delivery guy to explain what he was delivering, and Michael Galyon
jumped in to reply, "Sirs, Mr. Finley, Mr. Dalton, sirs, those are just things
of mine that I have asked to have delivered from my former place."
The
UPS delivery guy wheeled in three large stuffed suitcases, and four large
shipping boxes. Once the large delivery
was sitting in the middle of the living room, Terrence asked, "What is this
stuff, what's in all of these boxes, Mikey?"
"Just
some of my stuff, sirs. Just some of my
belongings."
Rather
than answering Michael directly, Terrence simply looked to little Joshua,
"Josh, what I want you to do is to go through all these boxes and suit cases
and select only the things Mikey might need now and in the immediate
future. For now, whatever this is will
not be of much use to us at this time, whether fancy clothes, library items,
personal papers, letters, and so on, just vacuum seal them and place them in
the storage room for now."
Joshua,
the eager little puppy, responded, "Of course sir. I can get started on that immediately."
Terrence
gave Joshua a rub on his head, "Stop addressing me and Rex as `sir',
Joshua. We are not your masters. We are your family."
Hearing
that things he valued were being sent into storage by three former slaves once
under his control made Michael feel like he was a real slave at last; his man
bone twitched and stiffened.
Rex
and Terrence next gave their new cum-leaking slave a tour of their home and
yard. They showed him his room (located
next to their bedroom), the kitchen in which he would be making most of the
family's meals, every other room and nook of the house, and finally showed him the
basement.
The
basement was a typical American style basement with unfinished concrete walls
and floor, a washer and dryer, water heater, and storage areas. However, Rex and Terrence made a special
emphasis on pointing out to him one door, painted brown, leading to a corner
room.
Rex
indicated the door, "This entire house is yours to maintain. But this one room is off limits to you. Please don't ever go into this room without
our permission."
Being
told by one of his masters that something was off limits to him sent shivers of
sublime submission throughout Michael's body that stayed with him throughout
his orientation day with the Finley/Dalton household.
***
The
following morning Michael had set his alarm clock for 6 AM as ordered, got
dressed as assigned in a pair of male panties, a grey/green servitor leotard,
and a three-pointed jester's hat with bells - that made him feel like a fool,
but in a delicious way – and then he made his way to the kitchen to prepare
breakfast for his three masters.
When
45 minutes later Rex and Terrence entered the kitchen, Terrence wearing a
bathrobe and Rex in nothing but a pair of tighty whities and a t-shirt, there
were no smiles on their faces.
Rex
was stern, "Come with us, Mikey!"
When
Mikey asked, "What's up?" he was answered with a curt, "Just follow us!" A
frightened Mikey followed his two stud lead masters as they led him into their
den and up to their computer desk.
Terrence
turned on the computer, and clicked on a video, "This is our spy cam's video from
just seven hours ago. The motion sensors
caught movement and the spy cams came to life and started recording."
The
spy cam was obviously set up to record if Michael would obey his masters'
command to not enter the basement room with the brown painted door. The video with a start time of 1:05 AM,
showed Mikey trying to open the brown door.
When Mikey realized the door was locked, it next revealed him trying
with some effort to force the door open.
Before
anything was said Mikey started to cry out loud, "I am so sorry sirs, I woke up
needing to pee and was lonely and afraid.
I know I did wrong sirs. Please
forgive me."
Rex
shook his head, "When Terry and I saw this video just moments ago we were
sorrier than you are now; for this video revealed to us that we cannot take you
at your word. You promised us that you
would not attempt to go into that room.
So, we are left wondering, `will we ever be able to trust you?'."
"Sirs,
I just want to be a good slave. I am not
deceitful. It was a moment of
weakness. Please forgive me."
As
Michael broke into heavy sobbing for his failed behavior, Terrence put a hand
on his shoulder, "We want to believe you Mikey.
We really do. But this is a
breach that needs to be addressed."
"Since
you are so eager to see what is in this room, we are going to show you. We are going to introduce you to this very
special room and let you stay in there for several hours so that your curiosity
may be fulfilled.
As
Terrence gave a hug to the sobbing slave, he directed Rex to collect Joshua
from his bedroom. Once Rex returned with
Joshua fresh from his night's sleep and still in his pajamas, the three
overseers led the `not to be trusted' Mikey down the stairs to the basement.
Terrence
in his bathrobe, Rex in his tighty whities and t-shirt, Joshua in his pajamas,
and Mikey in his male panties, grey/green servitor leotard, and a three-pointed
jester's hat with bells, approached the brown door.
End of Part 20
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