The Indentured Slave

This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, which is not based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Lucas becomes an Indentured Slave

Lucas was an uncommonly stunning-looking male. His hair was the colour of spun gold, which shone golden whenever the sunlight or a bright light hit it. He had high, chiselled cheekbones, while his eyes were large and round and appeared to protrude slightly from his face and were very blue. His nose was delicate as it rested between his eyes and stood over his full bee-stung lips, with his ears set in tight against his head. His skin is so white it appears as though it was made of alabaster. Lucas was very athletic and played all forms of sports, from football to cricket, from swimming to track and field; depending on the time of the year, Lucas could be found playing whatever sport was on offer. He even ran long distances and trained alone almost every night of the week after school, which gave him his sculptured body, from his broad, rounded shoulders down to his seemingly tiny waist. From his well-rounded pecs, down his eight pack, past his bulging crotch to his well sculptured defined legs, down to his seemingly impossibly slim ankles. His spine was a very lazy ‘S’ from his shoulders all the way down to the small of his back and well-packed bubble butt.

Lucas was totally unaware of the fact that he was a wet dream walking, sure he could have any girl he wanted in and out of school. And he did. When Lucas was in the lockers getting changed before and after his sporting activity, Lucas was totally unaware of the jostling of the other boys to be near him in the changeroom. When he walked to and from the shower, with either his towel draped over his shoulder, or tied and slung low on his lower abdomen, more than one boy in the changeroom had to make surreptitious adjustments to their pants or jocks. When Lucas walked with his towel around his waist, all the other boys could see was his wide treasure trail running from his deep-set navel in a wide sheath down to the top of his towel. But on the occasions that Lucas walked around the lockers with his towel over his shoulder, then his thick pendulous cock and low hanging balls were on display to anyone who wanted to look and believe me when I say that all the boys wanted to look. Lucas was uncircumcised, as were a lot of the other boys in his class and various sporting clubs, but still, they were all fascinated by the tip of his foreskin. His foreskin that hung off the tip of his cock and seemed to wiggle and writhe and have a life of its own, totally independent of the cock it was attached to. All the boys in the locker room could barely drag their eyes off the dance of his foreskin; many of his school friends jerked their meat subconsciously, dreaming not only about Lucas’ foreskin but also the rest of him. When Lucas was out running, particularly in the warmer months, he ran with his t-shirt tucked into the back of his shorts. No one he passed could stop themselves from turning and watching him run; it was as though they had never seen anyone run or walk before until Lucas ran or walked past them. So much so that they just had to stop, turn and stare.

Lucas’ parents were very wealthy, and as a consequence, Lucas was allowed to not only learn how to drive but to own his own car. People were still using fossil fuels even though the remaining fossil fuels were dwindling fast; consequently, the price for gas for the car was $95.00 a litre, while petrol and diesel started at $125.00 a litre and went up from there. Still, people were reluctant to buy electric cars, as they still had a very bad reputation for combusting while they were being recharged. As there were so few fossil fuel cars on the road, and with the pollution they emitted, the fines for any misdemeanour that was imposed were very high.

On this occasion, Lucas had been out celebrating with his mates as they had all passed their year 11 midterm exams at school. They’d all piled into Lucas’ car, even though he wasn’t old enough to drive the car on his own, and someone else had supplied the boys with alcohol, so on this particular night, the car was a disaster scene looking to happen. Typically, they were the only car on the road and having been egged on by his mates; they were 60km over the speed limit when the Police eventually pulled them over. Lucas was arrested, and his mates were escorted home while Lucas spent the night in the cells to appear before the Magistrate in the morning.

Dandenong Magistrates’ Court is a very old building; it is so old in fact that the main Courtroom has the original gallery, which was put to good use for school children who came to see how the justice system worked. Unfortunately for Lucas, on the day of his Court appearance, the upper gallery was quite full. Finally, it was Lucas’ turn to appear before the Magistrate. Naturally, his father had supplied him with a Solicitor to represent him in Court, but even so, Lucas was found guilty and ordered to do 60 days of Indentured Servitude.

“You can’t do that to me,” Lucas roared at the Magistrate, “do you know who my fuckin’ father is?”

‘I’d strongly suggest,” the Magistrate addressed the Solicitor, “that you keep your client under control.”

“Sorry, Your Honour,” the Solicitor replied as he leaned in and had a hurried conversation with his client.

But still, Lucas remained very vocal and continued to threaten the Magistrate until the Magistrate, losing patients with Lucas, doubled the days of Indented Servitude to 120.

A few years ago, it was decided that the Corrections, particularly the Youth Detention Centres were about ready to overflow. So, it was decided that the prisoners could be sentenced to terms of Indentured Servitude if their crime was considered mild enough. They could be used in place of cars to pull rickshaws and carts for people to get around in; consequently, most of the Indentured Slaves were used in the cities and towns. But some of the longer term, hardened prisoners were used on farms in place of tractors, utes and motorbikes. Because of his age, Lucas would only be allowed to be used within the city limits. While the policy was adopted Australia-wide to have Indentured Servitude. No other state embraced the new laws like Victoria, especially Melbourne itself. The city stopped the trams from running through the city, and they used Indentured Slaves and rickshaws to ferry the populace around the city. The tracks, and power lines, were removed, and instead, they became pathways for the slaves and rickshaws to use, so now the city was only traversed by foot traffic alone, which stopped 99% of the accidents in the city.

The Magistrate asked the clerk to contact Brice and ask him to come into the Court; while he was waiting, the Magistrate addressed the Court. But particularly the gallery and advised the teachers that they were about to be treated to a demonstration of an Indentured Slave being processed. The Magistrate advised that there was going to be nudity, and if the teachers thought their charges shouldn’t see that, they were being asked to leave. While the teachers sorted their students out, Brice came into the Court.

Brice bowed to the Magistrate as soon as he walked through the door before he came down and stood in the middle of the bar table in front of the Magistrate. “Ah, Brice,” the Magistrate began. “How can I be of service, Your Honour?” Brice asked the Magistrate. “Brice, this young man,” the Magistrate began indicating Lucas, “is now an Indentured Slave, but he is being argumentative and, so far, has had his term of Indenture doubled, and I thought that you might be able to help us out. As well as giving us a demonstration of what it is you actually do with the new slaves.”

“Um, Your Honour,” Brice began as he glanced around the Courtroom, including a quick glance up at the balcony, “I don’t think that this should really be…” was as far a Brice got before the Magistrate cut him off. “I appreciate your concern for our sensibilities, but everyone here has been forewarned about what is going to happen. I, for one, would like to know how you deal with the newly indentured.”

“Very well, Your Honour, may I?” Brice asked as he indicated the large area between the bar table he was standing behind and the Magistrates’ bench. The Magistrate nodded his ascent. Brice walked around the bar table and, looking at Lucas, said, “Come here,” as he indicated a spot on the floor right in front of himself.

“Fuck off,” Lucas retorted, “you can’t do this to me. Do you know who my family is?” Lucas shouted at Brice and the Magistrate, “you’ll all pay for this,” Lucas continued as Brice walked over towards him. “I’ll see you all end up as Indentured Slaves yourselves and see how you fuckin’ like it,” Lucas spat into the Courtroom. But by then, Brice was standing in front of Lucas, and the next thing anyone in the Courtroom knew was Lucas screaming at the top of his lungs while he fell writhing on the floor. No one saw Brice remove anything from a pocket, nor could they see anything hanging from his belt that Brice might have used.

Brice hunkered down on the floor next to Lucas, who was still moaning and groaning quite loudly. “Now,” Brice began, “there are two ways we can do this, boy, the hard way or the easy way. You’ve had a little taste of the hard way, and I don’t think you liked it very much, now, did you?” Brice continued as he stroked Lucas’ hair and rubbed him behind the ear; no one in the Courtroom could hear Lucas’ reply but watched as Brice stood up, and everyone waited to see what Lucas was going to do now. Disappointingly, Lucas stood up and followed Brice back to where Brice had stood when he’d first addressed Lucas. “Now,” Brice began, “stand there, boy, and let’s not have any more histrionics, ok?” While Lucas stood in front of Brice, hanging his head.

“Now, boy…”

“My name’s Lucas!” Lucas said almost defiantly.

“I know…” Brice replied.

“Then use it!” Lucas spat back at Brice.

Brice reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his taser, and began to nonchalantly toss it into the air and catching again it, “I am very well aware of what your name is, boy, but from now on, you’re going to be called ‘boy’, so you’d better get used to it.”

“Get fucked….” was as far as Lucas got before he was tasered again by Brice, and whatever he was going to say was lost in the scream of pain. While Brice stood over Lucas’ writhing form on the floor, he said, “now, boy, you’re not learning your lessons very well, are you?” Brice asked him. Lucas didn’t answer him, so Brice touched him again with the taser, and once again, Lucas let out a blood-curdling scream, “now, boy, when you are asked a question, you’re going to answer, aren’t you?” In return, all Brice got was a groan from the sweat-drenched Lucas, who remained lying on the floor at Brice’s feet. “Now, boy, are you going to stand up for me, like the good boy I know you can be or do I need to encourage you some more,” Brice said as he went back to nonchalantly tossing the taser in the air and catching it again.

For his answer, Lucas dragged himself up off the floor and stood in front of Brice once again, but this time he was swaying slightly on the spot. ‘Good boy,” Brice said as he reached out and patted Lucas on the head and rubbed him behind the ear, “now we have to get you ready to begin your sentence, don’t we, boy?” Brice asked Lucas. Seemingly, Brice took Lucas’ silence for his assent and continued, “Now. What you are going to do, boy, is remove your shoes and socks. Is that understood?” Without answering Brice, Lucas began to walk over towards a chair to sit on while he took his shoes and socks off. “Halt,” Brice’s voice boomed out over the Court, making everyone jump and Lucas to freeze in his tracks. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, boy?” Brice asked Lucas, “get the hell back here and take off your shoes and socks.” And knowing he was beaten, Lucas walked back in front of Brice and, balancing on each foot, removed his shoes and socks. When he’d removed his shoes and socks, Lucas just stood there holding them in his hands, looking for somewhere to put them that wouldn’t piss Brice off too much.

But, seemingly, reading his mind, Brice told Lucas to put his shoes against the base of the Magistrates’ bench, “good boy,” Brice said when Lucas came back and stood barefoot in front of him. “Now, I want you to remove your jacket, fold it nicely, and put it on top of your shoes. Do you think you can do that?” Brice asked Lucas, all the while tossing the taser in the air. “Um, yes, Sir,” Lucas said as he removed his jacket and, folding it neatly, put it on top of his shoes and socks, and went back and stood in front of Brice again. “Now, boy, I want you to remove your shirt and tie,” Lucas must have made some kind of face at Brice because suddenly he had the taser in his hand pointing at Lucas, “is that going to be a problem, boy,” Brice asked with a hint of menace in his voice.

Lucas looked down at the taser and back up at Brice, “um, no, Sir,” Lucas said as he removed his tie and folded it put it in his shirt pocket before he unbuttoned his shirt and, folding it up, placed it on his pile of belongings at the base of the Magistrates’ bar. Using the taser as a pointer, he indicated to Lucas that he had to remove his t-shirt next, and looking around the Courtroom, shamefaced, Lucas grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. As Lucas dragged the t-shirt up his torso and exposed his torso for everyone in the Courtroom to see, there were a lot of involuntary gasps from the people seated in the Courtroom. As Lucas pulled his t-shirt over his head, there were quite a few appreciative whistles and very quiet comments of appreciation of the sight they were all now paying witness to. Once again, Lucas folded his t-shirt and added it to the pile of clothes in front of the Magistrate’s bench and went back and stood in front of Brice once again.

“Now, boy,” Brice began, “I want you to take the belt out of your pants and add it to the pile.” Lucas looked at Brice in apprehension before casting another furtive glance around the Courtroom. He even looked up at the Magistrate before he slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants. Lucas rolled up his belt, added that to his growing pile of clothes, and went back and stood in front of Brice. “You’ve done really well up till now. I’m going to ignore those little hissy fits that you threw earlier for now, as long as you behave like I know that you can, ok?” Brice finished as he reached out and ruffled Lucas’ hair and scratched him behind the ear, and while he continued to do that, Brice said, “now we’ve come to the gritty end of the stick. You know what you’re going to have to do next, and before you ask or say anything against it, yes, this is all going to happen right here. Now, just so’s you know, if you had taken the first lot of punishment that the Magistrate had handed out, we would have been doing this all behind closed doors. But, because you arced up and tried to throw some non-existent weight around, the Magistrate doubled your sentence. Then because you still didn’t come to your senses, we are now doing this in front of an audience. Now, whose fault is that?”

“Mine,” a very crestfallen Lucas admitted. “Right! Now, are you going to cause any more trouble during this next bit? Or do I need to apply some persuasion?” Brice asked Lucas. Lucas flamed red instantly, and because he was topless, everyone could clearly see the red reaching down to the top of his chest. Everyone in the Courtroom sat there with bated breath as they all knew what was to come.

“Ok, boy, remove your pants for me, please,” while everyone in the Courtroom leaned forwards as far as they could to get a better view. When Lucas removed his jacket, everyone in the Courtroom could see that he was obviously very sporty and probably worked out as well. When he removed his shirt and t-shirt, everyone marvelled at his chiselled chest and cut abs; now they only had eyes for his high, firm, round butt, it wasn’t a huge butt, but it was impressive enough. So, everyone watched with bated breath as Lucas slowly undid the button and fly of his trousers and when he pushed his trousers down to his ankles. There was more than a sharp intake of breath, mixed in with some ‘fuck me’s’, as well as some appreciative whistles. The Magistrate stopped all of this as he banged his gavel and called for order as Lucas stepped out of his trousers. When Lucas stood up, and his cock and balls could hang freely in his jocks, the Magistrate had to bang his gavel again because of the hubbub that broke out instantly in the Courtroom. The Magistrate even had to tell the people gathered there that he would clear the Courtroom if they could not control themselves.

While all of this was going on, Lucas had folded up his trousers if it weren’t for the fact that mobile phones and other electronic recording devices were not allowed in the Courtroom as a matter of course. It could have been even more potentially embarrassing for Lucas than it already is. “Now, you’ve done really well,” Brice said encouragingly to Lucas, “let’s race through this last bit, and it’ll all be over, ok?” Brice finished as he reached out and ruffled Lucas’ hair again. “Ok, big boy, remove your jocks and then you can put these on,” Brice said as he pulled out a pair of the Indentured Slaves jockstrap from under his jacket. Knowing there was nothing for it, Lucas hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jocks as he pushed his jocks down to the floor and prepared to step out of them. Those sitting close to the front of the Courtroom got to see Lucas’ arse cheeks separate a bit as he bent over almost double and stepped out of his jocks. But when he stood up, everyone present could see Lucas’ mammoth cock and balls in all their glory, and again there was a collective intake of air. Everyone watched, fascinated as Lucas stood there and slowly folded up his jocks and seeming nonchalantly walked over and added them to the pile of his clothes, as he appeared to just stroll back and stand in front of Brice once again. Everyone, it seemed, was mesmerised by the movement of Lucas’ foreskin, as it seemed to move independently of Lucas’ cock. Lucas didn’t even reach for the Indentured Slaves jockstrap; he just stood there patiently waiting for Brice to hand it to him before he put it on. Everyone present was disappointed when Lucas eventually stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up, but they did get to watch Lucas as he adjusted himself inside the jockstrap. Some of the people sitting there broke out into spontaneous applause for the ‘show’ that they had all been able to see, but the Magistrate soon stopped that by banging his gavel once again.

Brice turned back to the bar table and picked up the pair of Indenture Slaves shoes that no one had noticed sitting there, and Brice gave them to Lucas to put on; while Lucas was busy doing that, Brice picked up another object off the bar table. “Now, boy,” Brice said as he ruffled Lucas’ hair, but this time he allowed his hand to travel down Lucas’ naked back and come to rest on his left round pert arse cheek. “I want you to be a very good boy and show everyone here just how brave you can really be, ok?” Lucas looked at Brice a bit wearily, unsure what would happen next, and before he realised it, Brice grabbed hold of Lucas’ left wrist and pulled his hand down, forcing his arm to hang straight down. When Brice couldn’t pull Lucas’ wrist down any further, he touched a different tool to Lucas’ shoulder, and instantly, everyone could smell burning flesh as Lucas let out a huge yell and tried to pull away from Brice. Once again, before Lucas had any chance to react, Brice touched Lucas on his left upper shoulder blade and branded him there as well. Again, causing Lucas to cry out, but still, Brice wasn’t finished, and once again, he touched Lucas with the branding iron, but this time it was in the dimple zone of Lucas’ right butt cheek.

This was all too much for Lucas, and when Brice stood in front of him with his arms open, Lucas walked into Brice’s hug, bent his head onto Brice’s shoulder, and cried.

When Lucas had himself under control enough, he stood up and faced Brice. Brice told Lucas to pick up his clothes and shoes, and when he’d done that, Brice took him by the hand and walked him into the docks. Brice turned and bowed to the Magistrate before exiting the docks by the back door. Brice heard the Courtroom explode into spontaneous applause as the door closed behind them, followed by some furious banging of the gavel by the Magistrate.

Brice led Lucas down to the area where the cells were. Brice gave Lucas a bag for his belongings and told him that someone could come and collect them later. Next, Brice applied a crème to Lucas’ wound sites and told Lucas that it would be reapplied every day for a week to help them heal. Brice picked up a syringe and injected a microchip just under the skin of Lucas’ left arm, just above his wrist. Brice had Lucas walk past a pole that was set on the floor, and when Lucas walked past, the pole lit up. Brice pushed a button on the pole, and it fell silent again. Brice unlocked one of the cells and told Lucas to get in, but Lucas refused to move, “now, boy, come on, you’ve been doing so well up till now; come on, get in the cell, and then we’re finished.” But still, Lucas refused to move, “come on now, I don’t have all day. I have to go and see if I have to process anyone else today.”

“But I don’t want to,” Lucas replied petulantly.

“Come on now,” Brice said, allowing an edge of his feeling to creep into his voice, “I don’t have time for this now. You either get in voluntarily, or will I have to use a little persuasion?” Brice asked as he picked his taser up off the table. Knowing he was beaten, Lucas walked into the cell, and Brice slammed the door closed and turned the key in the lock. Brice walked over to a cupboard and got out some items that Lucas couldn’t see. Picking up a stool, he walked back to the cell and, unlocking the door; he let himself into Lucas’ cell. “Now, I need you to sit on the stool so I can finish processing you,” Brice said as he put the stool in the middle of the cell and looked expectantly at Lucas. Dejectedly, Lucas walked over and sat on the stool, and instantly the cold of the stool seemed to adhere itself to the skin of Lucas’ naked butt cheeks as they spread over the seat of the stool.

When Lucas was seated on the stool, Brice shook out one set of the leather straps he was holding onto and separated the lengths of leather out from each other; what Lucas didn’t know was that this was the headgear that all Indentured Slaves had to wear. It consisted of a wide band of leather that would encircle Lucas’ head running across the forehead. From that encircling band of leather, two strips of leather ran over Lucas’ head, crossing at the apex of his head. Two strips of leather ran down the side of the face in front of the ears, and the third strip of leather ran down the back of Lucas’ head. While two strips of leather encircled his chin and were attached to two strips of leather that ran along the jawline and attached to the strip of leather running down the face and back of Lucas’ head. At the base of Lucas’ skull, the three strips of leather had grommets inserted to be secured by a padlock locking the head harness in place on Lucas’ head. When Lucas heard the padlock being snapped closed, and when he heard that sound, he began to cry to himself quietly, this time.

Brice sorted out the other strips of leather he was holding and told Lucas to stand up; knowing he had no other choice, Lucas stood in front of Brice. Brice opened the leather strips and passed them over Lucas’ head. Now, Lucas had the two leather straps that crossed in the middle of Lucas chest and back. Brice picked up the strips of leather that hung loose, wrapped them around Lucas’s chest, and secured them with another padlock. “There you go, boy,” Brice said as he slapped Lucas’ bare arse cheek before he exited the cell and locked the door behind him.

Lucas waited in his cell all day. No one else was made to share a cell with him, and only one other person was put into one of the other cells, but he remained fully clothed. While they waited for the next part of their separate journeys to begin, the clothed prisoners yelled abuse and negative slurs at Lucas. For his part, Lucas just sat on the bench provided and stared at the floor dejectedly.

Eventually, two more men were put into the other cells, but they were fully clothed, so Lucas decided that their crimes were too bad to be trusted in the community as Indentured Slaves. From time to time, the men tried to entice Lucas to come over to the adjacent cell ‘walls’ Lucas didn’t think that the bars really constituted a ‘wall’ as such, but he remained on his seat. Eventually, the Court must have finished, as two Police Officers came down, took the other three prisoners out of the cells, handcuffed them, and headed down the passage in the opposite direction to the way they’d come in. The Police Officer returned for Lucas eventually, which stopped Lucas from wondering if he was going to spend the night in the cell. The Police Officer told Lucas to remain where he was as he unlocked his cell; the same Police Officer came over and grabbed something attached to one of the leather straps that ran down the side of his face. Lucas assumed that it was some kind of a handle as now the Police Officer had complete control over Lucas and where he was to go.

They walked up through the Police station, and as they walked through the office spaces, some of the workers there pointed and whispered amongst themselves before; they laughed at Lucas behind their hands. Lucas, for his part, flamed red; here he was walking through a reasonably crowded office in nothing but a jockstrap and leather shoes. Even though he was feeling very embarrassed, he could fill his cock beginning to thicken and try to rise to the occasion. Lucas knew that there was not enough space in the jockstrap to accommodate his erect cock, and Lucas could feel the head of his cock trying to break free from the waistband of the jockstrap. Lucas couldn’t wait to get out of the Police Officer Station, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the Police Officer had a good hold of the handle of his head harness, Lucas would have run out the door. It wasn’t until he felt the cold wind on his nearly naked body that he realised what a sight he must have made walking through the Police Station.

When he was in the back carpark, he got a good look at the Corrections transport vehicle. On the outside, it looked just like a truck with a lot of narrow doors along the side. The Police Officer led him over to the truck as one of the Correction Officers exited the front cabin.

The Corrections Officer unlocked one of the doors, and when he was close enough, Lucas could see inside; all he could see were two seats side by side, which were covered in a vinyl material, as Lucas discovered as he sat down. A lap seat belt was secured in his lap, which gave the Corrections Officer a chance to feel up Lucas’s erect cock, not that Lucas ever imagined that he would have the chance to complain about it. Finally, two chains hung down from the vehicle’s roof and were attached to the rings set into both sides of Lucas’ headgear. When the Corrections Officer was happy that Lucas was secured in his seat correctly, and after tweaking the head of Lucas’ cock once again, he backed out and locked the door behind him. There was a very small window set high up on the door of the vehicle that let in light but didn’t allow Lucas to see out, so he had no idea of where he was going. The only way that Lucas had of working out the passing of time was as the light faded from the little window, to be replaced by the rhythmic flash of the street lights as they whizzed past. The truck must have been soundproofed as he could barely hear the truck’s motor running, let alone trying to hear anything outside the vehicle.

Finally, the truck seemed to have stopped completely, Lucas couldn’t feel any vibrations from the truck, and the light coming through the little window seemed a lot stronger than the street lights they’d passed and steady. Sure enough, Lucas’ door opened, and the Corrections Officer reached in and released the clips from the rings in Lucas’ headgear and reached in and fumbled with the lap belt holding Lucas to his seat. If Lucas had thought the Corrections Officer had taken ‘liberties’ with his cock when he was doing up his lap belt, it was nothing to the liberties he took releasing Lucas’s lap belt. The Corrections Officer fumbled around in Lucas’ crotch so much that by the time Lucas could exit the vehicle, he again had a raging hard-on in his jockstrap. As Lucas exited the vehicle, the head of his cock, along with about a third of his cock, was clearly visible over the top of the waistband of his jockstrap.

As Lucas looked around him, he couldn’t believe his eyes; he was in some kind of barn and thought he could detect just a hint of horses. Lucas didn’t know that he was actually in the old public stables. In the mid-1800s, there were public stables spread around the city of Melbourne so that the people who lived and worked in the city could stable their horses nearby without having to have a stable of their own. This was the last public stables remaining, it had been repurposed over the years for many things, but thankfully the building had a heritage listing. So, when they needed somewhere to house the Indentured Slaves that worked in the city, the old public stables were the perfect solution. Lucas didn’t realise that he was being spoken to, so captivated as he was by his surroundings. That was until he felt like someone had punched his whole body at once, and he fell to the ground instantly, and not that he realised at the time, but he lost complete control of his bladder and pissed himself. As Lucas became aware of his surroundings again, he could still feel his body convulsing uncontrollably, and as his hearing returned, he could hear someone yelling at him to get up.

Lucas got to his feet very shakily as he tried valiantly to decipher what was having yelled at him. “Take that fuckin’ jockstrap off,” the Corrections Officer in front of him yelled at him. Lucas pulled his wet jockstrap off and now stood there in nothing but his shoes in front of the Corrections Officer. “Fuck, I don’t know why it is we always get the fuckin’ dumb ones,” the Corrections Officer said to no one in particular. “Alright, boy,” the Corrections Officer said to Lucas as he pointed a metal rod at him, “as you’ve just found out, our tasers are a lot stronger than the prissy ones they used on you at Court. If you put so much as a pinkie out of line, we will touch you with one of these,” the Corrections Officer continued as he waved the taser in Lucas’ face. “Is that understood?” the Corrections Officer asked Lucas, and Lucas nodded that he understood, not sure if he had complete control over his mouth just yet. “Good! Now every time you walk through that door,” the corrections. Officer continued, “you will remove your jockstrap and put it in one of these two containers. Is that understood?” Again, Lucas nodded that he understood. “Good,” the Corrections Officer said as he turned and walked away from Lucas, “follow me,” was all the Corrections Officer said as he walked away from Lucas. They walked through the building until they came to the back wall; Lucas did think about covering his genitals up but figured, and rightly so, that he would have been punished for that. They came to a bunch of showerheads set into the wall, and a part of the floor was tiled, “shower” was the Corrections Officer’s one-word command, and again knowing that he had no other choice, removing his shoes, Lucas stepped up and turned on the water. Luckily Lucas had prepared himself for it, as the water that came out of the showerhead was stone cold. Lucas soaped himself up; when Lucas washed his arse, he was told to step back, and when Lucas complied, he was told to bend over, and he felt someone probe his anus with their finger. Lucas thought the finger was up there a bit longer than was necessary, and despite the cold water, Lucas could feel his cock rising to the occasion again; thankfully, the finger was removed, eventually, and Lucas could get on with his shower. He had to lift his genitals so that the Corrections Officer could see if he had anything hidden behind them.

Lucas got out of the shower and dried himself with the scratchiest towel he’s ever used but thought better than to complain about it. Lucas followed the Corrections Officer to one of the many cells spread around the space. The Officer unlocked one of the cells, and Lucas walked in, and the Officer locked the door behind him. Lucas looked around the cell and at the other Indentured Slaves that he was going to be sharing with. One of them disengaged themselves from the pack and came over, “hi, I’m Raj.” Lucas stuck his hand out, but Raj didn’t take it, “in here,” Raj said, “it is frowned on for us to have too much physical contact, and yes, that includes shaking hands. I’ll leave the others to introduce themselves if they want to. For now, what you need to know is that this is your new home until you have served your time. As you can clearly see, we remain naked from the minute we enter the ‘stables’ in the late afternoon and early evening until we leave first thing in the morning. You will collect a clean jockstrap every morning before leaving the stables, and at night you will put your used jockstrap in the bins provided. This way, the guards can see that we haven’t picked up any contraband during the day and that we aren’t spreading it amongst the others. The only toilet we have is in the corner of the cell, don’t worry, you will get used to using it. As Indentured Slaves, we have no rights at all, and the sooner you get used to that, the better off you’re going to be. Please don’t talk to anyone about what your life was like before you became Indentured; they don’t want to know, everyone had a life before this, and now this is our life; the sooner you get used to that, the better.

Because it is your first day, you will be paired with an ‘older’ Slave who will show you the ropes in the morning. In the morning, after we’ve had breakfast, we are given our rickshaws and head out to our stations around the city; as I said, you will be paired with another Slave so that you will be in a tandem rickshaw, but it is only for the first two weeks after that you are on your own. So, listen very carefully to what the ‘older’ slave tells you, and hopefully, it will make life out there,” Raj said as he waved his arm in the air, “a little easier for you. Now,” Raj said, “the bunks are hinged so that each bunk lays down on top of the bunk underneath, much like the bunks on a submarine. So, make sure you’ve been to the loo before you get into your bunk, there is just enough room for you to roll over, and that’s it. You have to wait for the guys in the bunks above you to get out before you can get out, so get used to it. As you’re the ‘new kid on the block’, so to speak, you get the bottom bunk, there are ten other guys on top of you, and we’re all going to be mighty pissed if we all have to get out of bed because you forgot to piss. So, get it right on the first night and things may work out a bit easier for you, fuck it up, and you’re going to have a lot of pissed guys to deal with. Get it? Got it? Good.” Raj didn’t wait for an answer, so all Lucas could do was nod his head. “Our meals consist of a bowl of pellets that are supposed to take care of all our nutritional needs; we’re all weighed, and the pellets are administered accordingly. If you’re putting on weight, you get fewer pellets; if you’re losing weight, you get more pellets, but not by much, believe me. You will never get used to it,” Raj said with feeling, “you will always feel as though you have not had enough to eat, get used to it, and naturally, there is nothing but water to drink. Not bottled or filtered either, the water we get to drink comes straight from the town supply, so you’d better get used to that as well, boy, as you are nothing but a ‘boy’ from now on. None of us wants to know what you did before you became an Indentured Slave; no one gives a fuck; all we care about is that you pull your weight and buckle under and fly right.

If you have a bad day out there, then boo fuckin’ hoo, no one in here gives a shit. We’re all in the same boat, people out there can do almost anything to us they like, and no one gives a shit, as long as we’re not damaged. If you do really well, you may get ‘hired’ for a social function,” Lucas’ face suddenly flamed red as he could remember his family throwing such social functions, and what a hoot Lucas, and his mates, thought it was to have their own private Indentured Slaves to race around the property and streets of the local neighbourhood. Lucas found that he really regretted having those parties now, particularly as he remembered the other ‘things’ they got the Indentured Slaves to do and what other things they did to the Indentured Slaves. Now he could be on the other end of ‘those parties’. Which made Lucas blush bright red yet again. Suddenly the lights began to flicker, “shit, mate, that’s their signal that the lights are going to be turned down. So, if you need to use the loo, then do it now; otherwise, jump into the bottom bunk.

Lucas didn’t think he needed to use the loo, so he pulled his bunk down until he heard it lock into place. Raj told him to jump in and close his eyes; when Lucas asked why Raj informed him that it could look and feel as though you’re being entombed in a coffin when the bunk above his was lowered into place. Lucas got onto his bunk and dutifully closed his eyes until he heard the bunk above his lock into place; then, Lucas felt it was safe enough to open his eyes. Lucas couldn’t believe how close the upper bunk was. Lucas reached up and touched the underside of the bunk above him; he didn’t have to raise his hand very high to get there either.

“See, mate,” Raj started as his face appeared in the crack beside Lucas’ head, “now,” Raj continued with a goofy grin. “I’m talking to you now so you can see you’ve not been entombed,” and Lucas felt relief wash over him as he thought of that and was feeling a bit claustrophobic. “You’ll be fine,” Raj continued, “now roll onto your side and face me.” Again, Lucas complied with the instruction he’d been given as he rolled awkwardly on his bunk, hitting the bunk above him a couple of times with his shoulder in the process. “That was great,” Raj said encouragingly, “while there’s not a lot of room, there is plenty for you to move about in a bit. In a couple of days, you will begin to wonder how you ever touched the bunk above yours. So, big fella, you all set?”

Lucas just nodded; he didn’t trust himself to talk now, particularly when memories of his king-sized bed and spacious bedroom danced before his mind’s eye. Raj bid him good night and climbed the row of bunks until Lucas heard the last bunk lock into place, just as the lights dimmed to almost nothing. It was only then that Lucas allowed himself to cry.

I am sorry I have not posted anything for such a long time, but I’ve been very unwell, I currently have blood clots on my lungs which I am being treated for. I also have had Covid as well recently. So, all of that combined has not put me in the mood to write anything, for which I apologise. I received an email from a fan wondering if I could write a story about a scene, I had written about in another story but elaborate on it, which is how this story was born. Unfortunately, we were both thinking about different parts of the same scene, so I have written about the part I was thinking about, and maybe later I will write about the part he was thinking of. The second chapter of this particular story is already trying to write itself in my head, so hopefully, I am better and back on track.

Bastian