Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 05:34:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scales of Justice Part 5

Scales of Justice
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)


Part: 5 Pony.


The guard released Beak from the transport cage and
took him around to the slaves' entrance of
"Juridique".

"Funny" Beak thought, in the ten years I have lived
here I've never entered "Juridique" by this door.

They were met at the door by one of the household
slaves who bowed to the guard and let him in. As Beak
was dragged past the household slave, Beak noticed a
sneering smile appear on the slaves face. He
recognized his former master for all his changed
appearance and was wallowing in the pleasure of Beak's
total demise and humiliation.

Inside they were met by Morris Bunter who signed for
Beak and the papers that accompanied him that the
guard had bought with him. Once this was completed Mr.
Bunter dismissed the guard.

Beak again felt totally self conscious standing almost
naked covered only by the feeble loin cloth before his
former overseer and with all his former household
slaves and what appeared to be a new house boy
standing along the side wall taking in the scene
before them.

"Display position" Mr. Bunter ordered.

Beak instantly responded as he had been trained.

A huge smile ran across Mr. Bunters face. He was
enjoying his former boss's total submission to him. He
remembered all those times over the last years when
Judge Mitchell had ordered him to do things that he
didn't want to do but had to, to ensure he kept his
job. "No more" he thought to himself, "Now you're
totally under my control".

"Good, it looks like the County Servitude Processing
Centre has done a proper job of breaking you in boy"
Mr. Bunter stated publicly.

Mr. Bunter then moved close to Beak and removed Beak's
loin cloth.

Beak blushed profusely as he heard a boyish giggle
from the ranks of the household slaves. A quick stern
glance in their direction by Mr. Bunter soon had them
totally quite.

Mr. Bunter tweaked Beak's left nipple and then started
to roll the nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
Beak almost yelled with the pain as this was done too
him.

He then ran his hands all over Beak's body especially
his back where he studied the bruised and welted skin
from the many punishments Beak had received before he
reached down and cupped Beak's buttock cheeks digging
his fingers in to the flesh to get a good feel.

He commented, "Nice butt, well rounded cheeks and I
like those dimples at the base of your spine, they
look good on a slave of your age. Pity you are so
poorly hung".

This again bought suppressed giggles from the
household slaves who again only needed a sharp glance
from Mr. Bunter to keep quite.

Mr. Bunter then cupped Beak's balls in the palm of his
hand and he separated them before commenting "Always
suspected you were poorly endowed for a fully mature
man, now I know for sure!".

Beak was blushing profusely. Bunter had always been so
polite and subservient to him. Of his two overseers
Beak had always thought of Bunter as being the weaker
and less assertive.

`Well our new master will be pleased to hear his new
pony slave has finally arrived" Mr. Bunter said to no
one in particular.

Beak heard the overseers comment but it took some time
for the significance of the words to sink in. First he
was going to be made to serve as a pony slave and
forced to pull a rickshaw around Downtown Eastbrook.
Secondly a new Chief Judge had been appointed to
replace him on the Tallahatchie County Court.

Mr. Bunter took Beak out to the garage at the back of
"Juridique". There parked shining with its usual spit
and polish was the Chief Judges official limousine but
what caught Beaks eye was that parked next to it was a
rickshaw. A light, two-wheeled cart carried on very
large diameter bicycle wheels. There was a simple but
luxuriously padded burgundy leather bench for the
driver, and two highly polished wooden shafts came
forward, for the puller. It appeared very sturdy and
rugged and the two side panels of the seat were
emblazoned with the Tallahatchie County seal.

Motor vehicles were not encouraged in the downtown
area of Eastbrook as a fuel conservation measure, so
there were always plenty of rickshaws out and about
carrying the well to do of Eastbrook to their many and
varied appointments.

"I want this rickshaw cleaned and sparking just like
the car and ready for use whenever the master requires
it", Mr. Bunter said to Beak. "You can start to clean
it real thoroughly right now as I suspect the new
master will want to be taken to court in it tomorrow.
When you have finished the rickshaw the limousine
needs a god clean, that also is your duty from now
on!"

"Master please may this slave know who the new master
is?" Beak asked in his newly trained subservient
manner.

Mr. Bunters face immediately flashed anger and he
slapped Beak across the face.

"I thought you were a properly trained slave boy now.
A slave never speaks unless he is spoken to. Under the
old master you would have been punished for such
insolence. I will give you this one let off, but next
time you will be punished."

Then as an after thought Morris Bunter added, "The new
Chief Judge and your new master is Bertram Avery."

Mr. Bunter secured the chain connected to Beak's penis
to a ring on the wall of the garage and then turned
and strode out, commenting as he left, "When you prove
you're a trustworthy slave I will consider letting you
work outside untethered. Don't soil the floor in here
or you will be flogged understand. Hold it in like a
proper slave. I will be back later to check on your
work".

When Mr Bunter had gone out of sight Beak took a
closer look at the rickshaw that was to become his
life's preoccupation. It was craftsman made, with the
appearance of strength without being heavy. Beak
tugged at one of the shafts, and the rickshaw seemed
light and manoeuvrable.

Beak looked around the garage, found the car cleaning
kit on a shelf of the garage plus a wire brush. He
stood there looking at the rickshaw contemplating how
his life had totally changed. He had once ordered one
of the slaves thrashed because there was a dirty mark
on the official car. Now it could be him receiving the
same punishment if he didn't get the rickshaw looking
immaculate. Deciding there was not much point in
postponing the inevitable; he bent down and got to
work.

Beak found a certain satisfaction in polishing up the
rickshaw and the limousine. After the tedious routine
and constant supervision of the past four weeks there
was a certain pleasure in being able to work away at
his own pace.

When Mr Bunter returned from time to time to inspect
Beak's work he couldn't find anything to criticise
even after he'd run his fingers all over the rickshaw
and the limousine looking for any places hiding in a
nook or cranny that might have been missed.

Beak had been dreading the evening locked in the slave
pen with the other slaves held at "Juridique". He felt
certain they would take out their revenge on their
former master. He was therefore surprised when Mr.
Bunter escorted him to a storeroom at the rear of the
garage.

"You will be living in this store room from now on"
Mr. Bunter informed Beak. "The slave pen in the house
is full and your primary duties are out here. Besides
I think it will be safer for a while at least, to keep
you separated from the other slaves. I can do without
any additional slave discipline problems."

When Beak entered the storeroom a space had been
cleared on one side of the room and a small slave cage
had been installed.

"I've had a cage put in out here, that's where you'll
spend your time when you're not on duty. Your work
will initially primarily involve you in hauling your
new master to the court house and back but eventually
master wants your fitness levels improved so even at
your age you can pull him all the way to Piney Hills
Golf Club for his weekend game if he so desires."

"Your new master unlike the old master is keen to show
a public example that he is conserving resources and
energy" Mr. Bunter continued.

"You will utilize the slave bucket in your cage when
you need to go and every morning you will deposit your
remains in the toilet on the back porch. You will then
wash the toilet and your slave bucket. Do you
understand boy?"

"Sir yes sir" Beak replied quickly bringing a smile
onto Mr. Bunters face who still couldn't help
delighting in his former boss's humiliation.

"There is a hose in the back yard. You will use that
to wash your body. Do that daily also. Is that also
clear?"

"Sir Yes Sir!"

Mr. Bunter put Beak in his cage; then said to him,
"Master Avery has procured a slave boy to assist
inside "Juridique" and to run alongside the rickshaw
on formal occasions as is the fashion these days for
the rickshaws of the rich and influential. The slave
boy sleeps in this cage too; he goes by the name of
Kip. I will bring him over when his evening duties are
completed. A word of warning boy, this slave boy is
two months shy of being 13 years old and you know the
laws relating to young juvenile slaves better than
most, so keep to the law unless you want to be
castrated".

Ever since the great crash and President Shelley's
reforms there had been adolescent children sold into
slavery. This occurred mainly to adolescents aged
between sixteen and twenty one years of age. If the
child was younger than sixteen then by law an
education program had to be implemented and
restrictions upon the use of the slave applied and
were strictly enforced. This tended to lower the
slave's value and worth until they turned 16.

Later that night a very shy young boy wearing khaki
slave shorts and tee was locked into the cage with
Beak. He cowered over the other side of the cage
afraid of the strange slave that now occupied the cage
with him.

Beak realized how terrifying he must look to this
young boy. Naked, bald, tattooed, and decorated with
numerous piercings.

Beak sat quietly in his cage allowing the boy to get
used to his presence and to overcome his shyness. As
he sat, Beak could hear through the small barred
window of the storeroom the sound of voices
occasionally from outside. Eventually however all went
quite and the outside lighting was turned off leaving
the storeroom dimly lit by the moonlight drifting in
through the storeroom window.

Kip remained cowering on the other side of the cage
near the sanitary bucket for a long time. The size of
the cage prevented either of them laying down to sleep
without touching each other so Beak at first remained
propped against the other side of the cage trying to
give the boy as much personal space as was possible.

It took Beak a long time to calm the boy's fears and
get Kip to talk to him.

Finally Beak broke the silence barrier and eventually
learnt how Kip never knew his father and how his
mother had died of leukemia two years ago. His Uncle
who was his next of kin had sold him for a small
payment into slavery to get him out of his life.

Beak also learnt that Kip already knew who Beak had
been in his former life. The household slaves had been
talking and joking about Beak's fall from grace ever
since Kip had arrived at "Juridique". As beak had
suspected, there was little or no sympathy for Beak
amongst the household slaves.

In the glow of the moonlight Beak saw Kip look over at
him before saying "I know how you feel sir, I suffered
before coming here from guys I thought were true
friends. This is not my first posting as a slave."

The next thing Beak knew, Kip was sobbing into his
hands.

Without thinking he moved over and comforted his cage
companion.

Kip did not reject his affection and soon both were
huddled together, Kip's bottom tucked into Beaks chest
and abdomen as the chill of the night crept into the
storeroom.

Even after a month of public ablutions in front of the
guards and his fellow slaves Beak blushed profusely as
he did his morning piss and crap into the sanitary
bucket. Kip looked the other way as did Beak when Kip
took his turn. There was no opportunity for modesty
however once they were released from their cage by Mr.
Bunter and had emptied the bucket and washed it out.

Mr. Bunter made Kip strip naked and stand against an
outside wall as he instructed Beak how to wash Kip
down with the hose. Regardless of his sexual
preferences Beak felt a stirring in his groin as Kip's
body was revealed.

Beak feasted his eyes on Kip's firm well-defined
pectoral muscles which highlighted the near thirteen
year olds bare chest before tapering sensuously to a
slim narrow waist. The entire area was smooth, tanned
and absolutely flawless. Beak noticed that Kip still
had his body hair. Many masters allowed their young
teenage slaves this privilege as it gave the master
the pleasure of watching their young slaves develop
and mature. When they got older and hairier, then they
were shaved.

Kips head hair was short but not buzzed. He had just a
trace of peach fuzz underneath his arms and also a
thin trace of golden down which extended from just
beneath his deep navel down to Kip's tan-line which
erotically showed off the stark contrast between his
bronze abdominal muscles and the pale white skin of
his extreme lower belly. The golden down continued
down below the tan line and led to a small silky
thatch of early adolescent pubic hair which was
growing above the base of Kip's flaccid circumcised
penis. It was the only hair down there as his penis
and ball-sac were smooth and hairless as were his
smooth tanned legs.

Used to this daily routine, Kip was not the least
aroused or perturbed by his nakedness. When washed,
Kip was sent to the kitchen to be dried and dressed in
his fancy house boy clothes. When he emerged for Mr.
Bunters morning inspection he was dressed in tight
fitting royal blue knickerbockers braided with gold
and a white silk shirt, maroon velvet waist coat and a
maroon jockey cap tasseled with gold pom-poms and
decorated with gold and silver ribbons and colorful
feathers.

Beak thought to himself that Kip looked ridiculous but
knowing Bertram Avery as he did, such an outlandish
show of opulence and power was not totally
unexpected..

When Kip reappeared Mr. Bunter was informing Beak,
"Boy, the master will expect you to pull the rickshaw
naked, but so that you conform to the public decency
laws you will be expected to decorate yourself as the
law allows every morning in time to pull Master Avery
to the courthouse. You will find a collection of the
things you need in the garage in a blue box on the
shelf labeled `Pony'. You will ensure they are
maintained spotlessly clean and not soiled. As the
public Decency Laws allow, you will wear a fancy
ribbon tied round your penis and balls, small jingling
bells attached to your nipple rings, plus colorful
garters above and below your knees."

Mr. Bunter with the help of Kip and two of the
household slaves prepared Beak for his first run as
pony for Master Avery. A heavy chain was strung and
locked between Beak's wrists and then locked back to
the shaft of the rickshaw with handcuff type
attachments so that Beak could not escape from the
rickshaw. His penis was unlocked so he could `display'
properly now that his own hands were secured and there
was no chance he could masturbate himself. It was
important a slave had pent up sexual energy. It
enabled him to perform better and assisted in allowing
the slave to maintain his penis in a display position.

"Boy, you know how sensitive I have always been about
slaves leaving "Juridique" so until such time as I can
trust you totally I insist that every day you will be
properly restrained" Mr Bunter informed Beak and Kip,
who's job it was going to be to see that the masters
pony slave was properly prepared every morning.

Beak was permitted neither footwear nor a hat, and his
halter was tightly fitted. A steel bit was placed
between Beak's teeth, making speech impossible. A
belly-strap attached Beak to the rickshaw.

Mr. Bunter instructed Beak once he was all prepared,
"It is the fashion for the pony slave to smile as he
pulls the rickshaw as it creates the right impression
and shows the master off to his best advantage. Look
out boy if I hear reports that you did not behave
properly."

Beak was lead around to the front of "Juridique" by
Kip and left to await his new master. As Beak had no
choice but to stand there at display and await his
master he was soon totally bored! He watched the birds
flying around, he saw fellow slaves going past the
front, going about their early morning business,

Finally the front door opened and his new master
strode out and down the steps followed by Mr. Bunter
and Kip and without another word Judge Avery got into
the seat of the rickshaw as Kip placed his masters
briefcase on the seat next to the Judge. Judge Avery
sat back and took in his hand a whip from Mr. Bunter.
Whips were great encouragers of performance as no
slave ever failed to feel the lash, while they often
claimed not to have heard a command.

Mr. Bunter reminded Beak that, "Rickshaws are pulled
at a steady trot. You should attempt to maintain
elegance in your movements, by leaning back a little,
lifting your knees high, holding your head erect, and
keeping your shoulders back. If you do this properly
you will make a fine sight, with your high-stepping,
and your cock and balls bouncing nicely for everyone
to admire."

"Head to the County Courthouse" Master Avery ordered
with a crack of his whip over Beak's head.

Beak felt very self conscious and humiliated as he set
off with his master. He hated being attached to the
rickshaw, as somehow he felt he was now part of it and
what little freedom he had, had, was now totally taken
away. Beak had been converted from a free man, to a
slave and now to being just a part of the rickshaw.

As he began to jog down the street his feelings got
even worse. Some of the passers by recognised Beak for
who he used to be, despite his strange new appearance
and stood on the sidewalk staring in amazement,
pointing and laughing at him as he jogged by with his
colorful garters displayed above and below his knees
doing nothing to cover his flapping penis and balls
which were highlighted by their own bright red ribbons
that were tied round them, and with his nipple bells
jingling to signal his approach.

Beak's fitness level had improved greatly during his
four weeks of intensive slave training and when he
first set out to jog the four blocks to the courthouse
the road was fairly level and smooth. The last two
blocks to the courthouse were however on a hill and
Beak soon found pulling the rickshaw along with his
master's additional weight was actually quite hard.

Beak had started out at quite a fast jog, but he'd
slowed down as it got tougher and tougher, as he
struggled to pull the rickshaw up the incline. His
lungs were beginning to strain; his heart was pounding
and his legs had begun to work really hard to take up
the load.

"Get a move on, boy", his master called out, "I want
to see you maintain a good, even pace. A proper
rickshaw slave moves his master around evenly, and
doesn't vary the pace to suit himself!, you have a lot
to learn slave boy."

Beak put an added effort in, and managed to maintain
an even pace for the remainder of the block before he
began to slow down again.

"I warned you, slave boy", Mr Avery shouted, "I don't
give orders twice to a lowly slave!"

Beak was unable to plead for mercy as the steel bit
placed between his teeth made speech impossible.

The next thing Beak knew there was a sharp `crack' and
pain exploded across his shoulders. Bertram Avery had
lashed out at him with his whip!

Beak leapt forward, almost as if by reflex, as the
whip continued to hit him again, and again.

For the rest of the journey to the courthouse every
time Beak showed any signs of flagging or slowing, the
whip cracked out and stung Beak across either his
shoulders, back or thighs.

As Beak had found during his training, from somewhere
deep within his psyche the effect of the whip found a
hidden reserve of additional energy that enabled him
to speed up and maintain an even speed.

When he arrived at the front of the County Court house
his Master got down and came to look at him.

Bertram Avery ran his fingers lightly over Beak's
aching, welted and sweat covered shoulders and down
his red raw back, whilst Beak stood there distressed,
his whole body heaving as he desperately sucked in air
and tried to calm his pounding heart.

"See slave boy", Bertram Avery said to Beak. "See how
the judicial use of the whip with its touch of pain
caused you to react? You probably genuinely thought
you were working as hard as you could, doing all that
you could to please your master, but your body betrays
you, it tries to keep something in reserve, tries to
hold back some part of your effort in case an
emergency arises. A little 'encouragement', pain
applied judicially and properly, can release that
additional effort, can get you to give you that extra
ten percent of energy that you need for proper
performance."

With that Master Avery locked a chain around a
tethering rail that stood outside the courthouses main
entrance and secured Beak to it so he could not
escape. He said nothing further, ignoring Beak and
walking off into the building Beak had once considered
his domain.

Beak just had to stand there whilst the day's court
session went on, unable to move away from where the
rickshaw was tethered. Thankfully there was some shade
provided by the tree lined boulevard.

The news that the former Judge Mitchell was now
tethered out the front to a hitching rail naked and
exhibited as a slave pony soon spread through the
court complex. All those who weren't in court, seemed
to appear outside the courthouse at various times
during the day to take in the sight of their former
boss's abject humiliation.

Beak hated how exposed he was, tethered to the
hitching rail on the sidewalk. Some free citizens who
passed by on the sidewalk and some passing in cars
seemed to be looking at him. Many had smiles of
contempt on their faces; he felt they too knew who he
had once been. Most people however would take almost
no notice of him at all, acting as if he was
invisible!

Young kids with their parent would point and shout
taunts as they passed. The adults would say nothing
about their child's comments instead just staring back
with amused grins. The real young children could be
heard asking their parents why a man was standing
there naked like that.

The common answer was "Ignore him he's just a slave. A
slave is not naked if he's wearing a collar".

Beak now knew that he truly was a slave! That he would
be a slave till the day he died. He also knew that at
50 years of age he was already at that age when some
slaves began to be sold to the Organ Banks as they
were considered past their use by date. He knew he had
to work hard to improve his fitness. If he could only
just manage to haul his master the four blocks into
the courthouse how was he ever going to haul his
master all the way to Piney Hills Golf Club along
River road and then up the very steep assent to the
entrance of the course half way along Piney Hills
road.

If he failed to lift his fitness he knew he would soon
end his days with his own organs scattered amongst the
bodies of many grateful free citizens. It would, he
now realised come to that demise some day when his
body failed him but for now he wanted to live. Beak
feared death, for him even a slave's life seemed
better than the perpetual nothingness that was death.


End Part: 5


Acknowledgements:

`A Middle Class Slave Revisited' by Steam Train

`Alternative Deterrence' by Steam Train

`A Middle Class Slave' by Pete Brown

 `Dad & Me" by Pete Brown

`You can't be Friends with a Slave' by Pete Brown

`The Best Laid Plans' by Richard Davis

`That Others May Serve' by Richard Davis

`My First Day on the Job' by Randall Austin

`A Portrait of Servitude ^Ö A Child's Questions' by
Randall Austin

`Slave Maker' by Josh Ryan

`A Summer in Hell' by L. T. Richards

`What are Friends For?' by L. T. Richards

`Team Effort' by Sanibel Boys