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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Thanks.   

This was the hardest chapter I have tried to write in any of my little stories because scenes from future chapters were clogging up my head and I almost despaired of ever getting this chapter finished.  To the fan that suggested the other storyline to me, thanks, I’ve enjoyed writing this story immensely and can’t wait to get to the other chapters and put them down on paper.

It has also distracted me from my health issues and has been a huge respite for me, so I didn’t have to worry about blood clots and injections and so on and so forth, and in a strange way, this story has kept me company as well when I have sorely needed it.  So, once again I give you my heart-felt thanks.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as I know you will love the next ones, well at lest I know I am.

Lucas’ Life as an Indentured Slave of the State

Lucas slowly woke up and started as he became aware of the upper bunk just above him, seemingly only millimetres from his face; Lucas was just about to panic when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  “Take it easy big boy,” Raj said to Lucas as he turned his head and looked at Raj.  “What the fuck….” Lucas began, but last night came flooding back to him in glorious technicolour.  It was followed quite closely by images of what happened to him yesterday, and all Lucas wanted to do was cry.  “Take it easy, big fella,” Raj repeated, knowing full well where Lucas was probably up to in his memory of yesterday.  “Now, in a minute, the other guys are going to start getting up, and you’re going to be able to get out; remember our conversation last night?”  Lucas, not trusting himself to talk just yet, nodded his head to acknowledge Raj’s question.

“Now, the morning routine is simple; we will all have breakfast when everyone is up.  Then we get our harnesses, jockstrap, and our assigned rikshaw and head out to our assigned stations around the city.”  Lucas rubbed his neck where he’d slept on the padlock, “hurts, doesn’t it?”  Raj asked.  Lucas just looked up at him, “Don’t worry; you only have to wear the harness for a couple of days; it reinforces the fact that we are I.S.’s.  Then they remove it every night like our jockstraps and give them back in the morning.”

Lucas had become aware of the guys above him jumping to the floor or climbing down the bunks and the passing of so much naked man-flesh, which he found a bit disconcerting.  Not that he’s a prude, he’s paraded around many a locker room in his time, but here it seemed as though everyone wanted him to look at their cock and balls.  Lucas didn’t think he’s ever felt so relieved when he saw the upper bunk being lifted up and locked into place.  Finally, he felt as though he could breathe properly for the first time since he’d laid down in his bunk.

“Come on, big fella, breakfast time,” Raj said as he patted him on the shoulder and walked away from Lucas.  Lucas rolled out of his bunk and trailed along behind Raj, and Lucas marvelled at the muscles of Raj’s back flexing and contracting as he was walking in front of him.  Lucas was also mesmerised by the globes of Raj’s arse as they flexed and relaxed as Raj walked.  Sure, Lucas has seen a lot of naked guys in his lifetime; he does play a lot of sports, well, that is, he played a lot of sports.  He’s constantly changed in the locker rooms with the other guys, but this is the first time he’s ever really noticed the play of someone else’s muscles, particularly another male.  “Hey,” Raj said, breaking Lucas out of his reverie, and Lucas was sure he looked as guilty as hell and flamed red instantly.  Raj, for his part, didn’t seem to pick up on Lucas’ discomfort but said, “haven’t you forgotten something?” as he turned and put a restraining hand on Lucas’ chest.  “What?” Lucas asked.  “Your bunk,” was all Raj said.  “Oh,” Lucas said as he turned around, very red-faced, and went back and lifted his bunk up against the wall until it clicked into place; then, Lucas trotted after Raj to catch up with him.  Lucas joined the line behind Raj, who gave him a bowl when they came to the pile of bowls, and Raj showed him how to use the dispenser for their I.S. approved food, which came in the form of hard grey pellets that looked a lot like chook food.  Raj explained that there is a food dispenser at every ‘station’ so they didn’t have to come back here during the day.  Raj placed his bowl under the dispenser and held his wrist under the reader, and his bowl was filled with I.S. approved food.  Lucas, in his turn, put his bowl under the dispenser and held his wrist under the scanner, but nothing happened.  Raj didn’t say anything; he just took the bowl off Lucas, placed it on the self under the outlet, grabbed hold of Lucas’ other wrist, and held that under the scanner; this time, Lucas’ bowl was filled up with food.  “The dispenser needs to be able to read your microchip,” Raj explained.  “Oh,” was all Lucas could think of to say in reply.

Both boys went and found a spot at one of the tables while Lucas tried to come to terms with so much naked male flesh, not that Lucas was gay; he had a bevy of girls that he slept with often.  Well, used to sleep with often, he thought to himself ruefully.  With a body like his, he had to beat the rest off with a stick, not that he was complaining about that mind.  When Lucas and his mates went camping, they spent a lot of time naked in front of each other.  But this situation was different; Lucas decided that while they were camping, it was their choice, whereas now that choice was taken away and it was now rigidly enforced nudity.  But it was the sheer number of naked guys in one place that Lucas was trying really hard to deal with.  Lucas surmised that there had to be a couple of hundred guys in the barn.  “Now,” Raj continued, “you can try to eat it dry, but dry cardboard would be easier to eat and probably taste better than this shit.”  Having said that, Raj dumped his drink on the pellets and began to eat, and Lucas followed suit.  They put their empty bowls in the container on the sink provided and joined the line for the toilets.  Then having been fed and toileted, they joined the lines for the harnesses, jockstraps, and rickshaws.  When Raj was given his harness, jockstrap, and rickshaw, he bid Lucas a good day as he secured his harness and pulled his jockstrap on and adjusted himself.  Raj grabbed the shafts of the rickshaw he was assigned and ran out the door after everyone else.

When it was Lucas’s turn, he was given his jockstrap and was told to go and see one of the other Correction Officers, who would tell him who he would be working with today.

Lucas walked over to the Corrections Officer, “I was told to come and see you…,” Lucas began, but that was as far as he got before he was writhing on the floor and trying desperately not to bite his tongue or piss himself.  When he had himself under control enough, Lucas got up off the floor and went to open his mouth again but stopped himself just in time when he saw the Corrections Officer point the taser in his direction.

“’Bout time you started to learn your lessons, boy, what the fuck do you want?”

“Um, I’m new….” Lucas started.  “Obviously,” the Corrections Officer cut him off.”  “Um,” Lucas began again, “I’m supposed to be teamed up with another Indentured Slave to learn the ropes,” Lucas said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

The Corrections Officer looked Lucas up and down, then called over his shoulder, “Hey, Sanchez, get the fuck over here!”  Lucas was surprised to see that Sanchez didn’t look that much older than himself.  “Yes, sir,” Sanchez said as he approached the Corrections Officer and Lucas.  “This here is your tag along for the next two weeks.”

“Yes, sir,” Sanchez responded before he looked over at Lucas, “come on,” Sanchez said to Lucas as he walked towards the big roller door of the barn to get his harness, jockstrap, and rickshaw.  When both boys were clad in their harnesses and jockstraps, Sanchez led the way over to a line of tandem rickshaws.  Sanchez got between two of the shafts and indicated to Lucas that he should get in on the other side of the centre shaft, and when he was in position, both boys picked up the shafts.  “Ok, now, in here, we only walk, ok?”  Lucas nodded his understanding, and with a ‘let’s go’ from Sanchez, both boys walked towards the roller door.  “Now, we’re going to turn right, so you need to walk a bit faster, ok?”  Lucas started to walk faster, while Sanchez almost walked on the spot until they had turned right enough for Sanchez.  “Ok, now we’re going to turn left, ok?”  Again, Lucas nodded his understanding.  “So, this time, you almost walk on the spot while I’ll increase my speed until we’ve turned left.  Ok, do you think you have that down?” Sanchez asked Lucas.  Lucas nodded his understanding.  Ok, then boy, let’s get the fuck out of here,” and having said that Sanchez lined them up for the roller door.  Before Lucas knew what was happening, he was walking outside in nothing but a flimsy leather harness, a jockstrap that for him didn’t cover a whole hell of a lot, and leather shoes for all the world to see.

They walked out of the roller door and turned left on Albert St, crossing over the road until they stepped onto the old tram track and passed through a big built-up stop, which was an interchange station between the rickshaws and the tram network.  When they got to the corner of Albert St and Nicholson St, Lucas was going to keep going, but suddenly he couldn’t make the rickshaw move.  “Ok, lesson number one.  You have to obey the traffic lights,” Sanchez began.  “What traffic lights,” Lucas retorted.  “Those ones there are currently red for us,” Sanchez replied as he pointed to the traffic light on the corner they were on.  As well as the other set of lights on the opposite side of Nicholson St.  “I understand there is no other traffic allowed into the city,” Sanchez started up again, “but if we don’t obey the traffic signs, then there would be total anarchy on the streets of the city.  Besides, just like if you were driving a car, you could get a ticket for breaking a road rule, like not stopping at a traffic light, for example, and I can tell you now that your owner is going to be pissed if they have to pay the fine for a ticket.”  Suddenly the lights went green, “ok, come on,” Sanchez said as he began to walk forwards, and Lucas had to double step to keep up.  “We’re going to turn left, so stick your hand out,” Lucas complied and followed the track they were on, slowed his pace to make the left-hand turn, and walked into the first I.S. station.  “Ok,” Sanchez said as they walked into the shade of the covered I. S. station “we’re going over there to leave the rickshaw for a minute,” he said as he pointed to the line of other rickshaws.  “Ok, we’re going to back into that spot there,” Sanchez said as he pointed out a larger space beside the other rickshaws, so walking backwards, the boys made a left-hand turn and left the rickshaw parked with the others in the marked bays.

“Welcome to your first I. S. station,” Sanchez began expansively.  “Fuck off,” Lucas retorted, “I’ve been in plenty of I. S. stations before,” Lucas retorted sarcastically.  “Ah, yes,” Sanchez replied sagely, but you have never been back here before.  So, shut the fuck up and listen.  You, my boy, are now nothing but a chattel of the city of Melbourne.  If you do your time and do not commit another offence, you will get to walk away from this with nothing but some very bad memories, some I. S. markings and a microchip.  However, if you fuck up, then you will become a permanent I. S., and the city of Melbourne can sell you in the ‘Indentured Slave markets’.  And then, my boy, you’ll be a permanent I. S., you will find yourself longing to have these days back and being back here.”  ‘Fat chance,’ Lucas thought to himself.  “As an Indentured Slave of the city,” Sanchez continued, “and if you want to learn the ropes, you will shut the fuck up and listen.”  With that, Sanchez walked away from Lucas, forcing Lucas to take a quick step to catch up with Sanchez again.  “Now, obviously, this is where we leave the rickshaws when they are not in use,” Sanchez said as he indicated the area of the I. S. station they had just left.  “Now, along this side is the urinals,” which consisted of nothing but a stainless-steel trough, which the top outside lip was set about sixty centimetres above the ground.  The trough itself was about twenty centimetres deep, while the splashboard was only ten centimetres above the top of the trough.  This way, the I. S.’s had to stand closer so they don’t mess up the floor, as they would have to clean up any mess they made.  It also didn’t afford the I. S.’s any privacy, as the general public soon learned, shortly after the concept of I. S.’s was instituted and the I. S. stations were built.  If you walked reasonably close to the outside of the urinals, you could watch the I. S.’s taking a piss.  For just that reason, many of the general public walked past with their phones recording the scene as it happened in full view of anyone walking past.  Once again, Lucas flamed red as he remembered how much he and his mates loved doing just that.

Lucas followed Sanchez through a wide opening in a wall, and there they found the food dispensers and bowls and drinking fountains, all of this Sanchez explained to Lucas.  While Lucas, for his part, wanting to get the ‘tour’ over as quick as possible, kept his mouth shut.  There were two toilets if the I. S.’s needed to shit; this time, the wall only came to the top of the toilet’s cistern and was only as wide as the cistern.  So, once again, anyone walking past could watch the I. S.’s as they wiped their arses after taking a shit if that was their bag, of course.  Naturally, there were enough people in the general population that did, in fact, like the sight of a man wiping his shitty arse; consequently, the I. S.’s were filmed and photographed doing that as well.  Finally, they had made their way to the front of the I. S. station, where there was seating for the I. S.’s to sit while they waited to ferry customers around the city.  All of which was patiently explained by Sanchez to Lucas, and a very bored Lucas allowed him to.  “Now, when you enter the I. S. station, you would scan your chip, but as it’s your first day, and I’m showing you the ropes, we don’t have to scan in.  When you scan in, you join the waiting I. S.’s queue; this way, we take it in turns.  Suppose someone wants a particular I. S., then they have to wait until it’s the I. S.’s they want turn.

“Ok, but because it’s your first day, we’re not going to be taking any passengers around the city,” Having said that, Sanchez picked up a few of the ‘not for hire’ signs and led the way back to their rickshaw.  He affixed the signs to both sides and one on the back of the rickshaw.  “Ok,” Sanchez said, “go and have a piss or a drink if you need to; we’re going to leave here in five minutes,” as he pointed up at the clocks set close to the roof of the I. S. station.  With that, Sanchez walked off and got himself ready to take the rickshaw out, while Lucas decided that he needed to have a piss and walked over to the urinal and pulled his cock out of his jockstrap to have a piss.  But he froze in his tracks when he heard a lot of people exclaim, and he looked up at the small crowd of people who had stopped in their tracks, mesmerised not only by his uncommon good looks but also by the size of his uncut cock.  Lucas had always been on the other side of the urinal and never gave the I. S.’s any thought while he watched them pissing.  But now that he was on this side, and being the I. S. who was just trying to relieve himself, he was suddenly piss shy and flamed red instantly.   Much to the amusement of everyone who’d stopped to watch him having a piss, well, trying to at least.  Lucas was surprised as he’s never had a problem whipping his cock out and showing it around the locker room, knowing all the guys were drooling over its size, but he was almost embarrassed in this situation.  Eventually, he was able to push the thought of all the people watching him out of his head and actually produce some piss.  Having finally got a stream of piss to flow; he kept willing himself to finish his piss.  When he finally finished his piss, he felt very relieved as he shook off the drops, stuffed his cock back into his jockstrap, and was still flaming red when he turned around right into a grinning Sanchez.

Laughing, Sanchez turned on his heel, “come on,” was all he said to Lucas as he went off to get their rickshaw.  Both boys stepped between the shafts of the rickshaw and exited out the entrance they entered through; Sanchez steered them around the I. S. station and headed down Spring St.  Sanchez warned Lucas to make sure he kept pace with him as both boys jogged along.  Following the rickshaw tracks, the boys ran through the outside track every time they came to an I. S. station.  The boys turned right into Bourke St, and Lucas was now keeping in step with Sanchez as Lucas tried to ignore all the stares of the people they passed.  After a bit, Sanchez started to slow down, much to the annoyance of Lucas, he could see they had a green light ahead, so if anything, he wanted to pick up the pace to make the lights.  But Sanchez slowed them up so much that they missed the lights, and as both boys stood there with their chests heaving and their bodies glistening with sweat, Sanchez explained himself.  “Look, I get that you probably have done a lot of running and like to set a good pace and keep it up….”  “Got that fuckin’ right, mate,” Lucas cut Sanchez off sarcastically.  “Well,” Sanchez continued, completely ignoring the fact that Lucas had said anything at all, “you need to vary your pace so that you can run all day and make it back to the I. S. stable without killing yourself at the end of the day.  At the moment, the rickshaw is empty and very light, but you get a fat person back there, and you’re pulling that weight all on your own; you’re going to get knackered really quickly if you run around the city as if you have a lit firecracker up your arse.  Got it?” Sanchez said a little testily.

“Ok.  Ok.  I get it.  Sorry,” Lucas replied.

Just then, the lights changed, so both boys ran on together, but now the going was a bit tough as they were trying to run through the Bourke St Mall, and people were just walking all over the place.  So, while Lucas and Sanchez had to stay on the rickshaw path, they were forced to a slow walk to make it through the milling crowd, and Lucas wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt more than one hand caress his naked arse in passing.  But eventually, they made it to the other end of the Mall, and Sanchez took off running up the hill, which caught Lucas a little off-guard.  But he thought he was up to the challenge, but by the time they got to the lights at McKillop St, Lucas had to admit that he was a bit puffed, while Sanchez didn’t seem to be too affected.  Lucas was about to pass a comment, but the lights changed, and Sanchez was off again; they continued down Bourke St and turned left on William St and ran the rest of the way to the I. S. station on the corner of Flinders St.  There wasn’t a corresponding tram line here.  Still, Sanchez explained that the city council decided to have an I. S. station there anyway because it was such a tourist district.  The boys parked the rickshaw and sat down to catch their breath.  After a little while, Lucas stood up and walked over to the food dispensing machine, “Hey, where are you going?” Sanchez called after him.

Lucas stopped and turned around, “I’m just going to get something to eat; I’m a little peckish,” he replied.

“Mate, it’s not even eleven o’clock yet….”

“So?”

“So, if you get your food now, there won’t be anything for you to have for lunch.  Haven’t you got it yet?  We’re not like everyone else outside of here,” Sanchez said exasperatedly.  “We are, I am, you are, nothing but an I. S. we only get three meals a day, and if you have your lunch allotment now, you will have to wait till we return to the ‘barn’ for your evening meal.  Get it?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said as he stood there looking at Sanchez.

“Do you really?” Sanchez asked, his tone softening somewhat as he took pity on Lucas, remembering what his own first day had been like.  “You’re nothing but an Indentured Slave; you only get to eat what the city provides for you.  You only get to toilet wherever the city allows you to and under whatever conditions they’re prepared to provide.  You have to sleep where the city tells you to.  You have to wear what the city provides for you.  You don’t get to make any of these choices yourself; all of this was set down by the state when they embraced the notion of having Indenture Slaves.

Do you understand now?” Sanchez asked Lucas.  “We don’t stop for lunch until about two o’clock, ok?”

“Yeah,” Lucas replied as he hung his head and his shoulders shook with his silent tears.  Lucas walked over and was leaning against one of the posts, looking out over the Yarra River, without really seeing the scene in front of him as he daydreamed of his old life and wondered what his friends were doing now.  They’d probably all be in school now.  Lucas wondered if they were thinking about him and, if so, what they might be thinking about him.  Lucas couldn’t help mentally ‘kicking’ himself for allowing his mates to egg him on, not that it took much, mind you; Lucas loved speed.  Who didn’t at that age, and now here he was, an I. S. for the next four months?  If he’d just kept his big mouth shut, he would have only had two months to serve, but could he keep his big mouth shut?  And look where it’d gotten him, look where he was now, and Lucas tried desperately not to replay his being prepared as an I. S., particularly as it was done in open Court with all those people watching.  Still, it could have been worse, but Lucas couldn’t think how for the life of him.

Sanchez came over and broke Lucas out of his reverie, “Come on, boy, we have to get going.” With that, both boys collected their rickshaw and ran back up the hill of William St.  This time, they turned right onto Collins St and ran up and over the hill as they made their way back up to Spring St.  When they hit Swanston St, they turned left and made their way along Swanston St, which was not quite as bad as the Bourke St Mall, but it came very close.  While they were on Swanston St, it was the first time Lucas had got felt up properly while waiting for the lights to change.  Lucas was just about to turn and give whoever it was a mouthful when the lights changed, and Sanchez was off again, and Lucas had to double step to keep up.  Lucas was going to complain that someone had coped a good feel of his cock, but he thought better of it.

When they got to the I. S. station outside of the City Baths, they stopped to have lunch, and Lucas thought it was about time as he was famished and felt he could easily eat a horse.  While they were eating, Sanchez asked Lucas what had happened, and Lucas very righteously complained that someone had touched him up.  “Come on,” Sanchez retorted incredulously, “that’s what’s got your knickers in a twist?  Fuck mate, grow a fuckin’ pair and get used to it….” Lucas started to open his mouth, but Sanchez cut him off, “did you know that originally, we were supposed to be completely naked?  That we weren’t supposed to have even shoes?  My old man was on the steering committee when the idea about I. S.’s was first talked about, and the original idea was that we were supposed to be completely starkers so that we stood out from the general population.  So be fuckin’ lucky you’re wearing what you are, and of course, they’re going to cop a feel!  Who’s going to stop them?  You?  Stop being such a fairy princess, and man up.  Are you going to tell me that you never thought of feeling up one of the I. S.’s before yesterday?”  Again, Lucas flamed beet red.  “Just as I thought,” Sanchez retorted, “you’re just as bad as they are!  Get out of my sight!  You make me fuckin’ sick!”  With that, Sanchez turned on his heel and found a seat.  While Lucas thought it would be a good idea to give Sanchez some space, and went and found a seat on the other side of the I. S. station.

Sanchez collected Lucas when their break was over, but other than giving Lucas directions, Sanchez barely spoke to Lucas for the rest of the day as they continued their city tour.  Towards the end of the day, they ran up Macarthur St, and as they ran past St Patrick’s cathedral, Lucas could see the monster I. S. station.  It was touted as the biggest I. S. station in Melbourne, particularly as three tram lines and the I. S.’s ran through it.  It started at the corner of Macarthur St and took up the entire block to Lansdowne St.  Lucas couldn’t believe his eyes; he’d never had reason to come to this end of the city before, so he had no idea just how big the original tram stop used to be.  It’s even bigger than the I. S. station outside Flinders St station in Swanston St.  Because the I. S. station was in the middle of the road in Victoria Pde.  Here the I. S.’s had something resembling privacy, as only the general public that needed to use the I. S. station was hanging around.  So here, the I. S.’s could toilet in peace and not have to worry about someone trying to take photos of them toileting.

Sanchez had taken them there purposefully, just so that Lucas could see it and learn to navigate his way around it; the only entrance the I. S.’s can use is the Macarthur St entrance, as the other three entrances are used by trams.  So, if they have to travel up or down Victoria Pde or St depending on which way there were travelling, the I. S.’s have to exit on Macarthur St.  Then move around the outside of the stop and head in the direction they needed to go.  Suppose they want to travel down Brunswick St. In that case, once again, they have to exit the stop on Macarthur St and run around the outside of the stop to continue down Brunswick St.  As Sanchez and Lucas were leaving the stop, it was getting late, so they turned right onto Albert St and headed back to the ‘barn’, Lucas couldn’t be happier.

Both boys removed their jockstraps as soon as they walked through the roller door, and Sanchez removed his leather harnesses, but Lucas couldn’t as they were locked on with a padlock.  “Ok, at the end of the day, you need to clean your rickshaw.  So come on,” Sanchez said as he stepped between the shafts of their rickshaw, and when Lucas had joined him, Sanchez pointed to an area just beside the roller door with hoses on reels attached to the wall.  Sanchez steered them towards the hoses.  When they were in the area, Sanchez explained that there was a hoist for them to use to ensure all the rickshaw was cleaned down.  Sanchez got some rags and handed one of the hoses to Lucas before he got to work on his side of the rickshaw.  Lucas got sprayed with water occasionally, but he figured it didn’t matter too much as he was naked.  Lucas set to and wiped down his side of the rickshaw and dried it off with a shammy.  When he’d finished his side, Sanchez came and examined Lucas’ side and stated that he was pretty impressed considering that it was Lucas’ first time.

Sanchez explained as he lifted one foot and put it on the footboard of the rickshaw, so now his cock and balls were hanging freely, and Lucas thought he could see Sanchez’s butt hole.  “When you’ve finished checking out my arse,” Sanchez began, and although he wasn’t checking out Sanchez’s arse, Lucas still flamed red.  “Go around to the other side,” which Lucas did as instructed, “now put your foot up here.”  So Lucas put one of his feet up on the footboard, just like Sanchez.  “Now,” Sanchez began, “although we didn’t have any customers today, we still have to check the rickshaw for any rubbish or valuables left by our non-existent customers.” Sanchez got Lucas to run his hand between the back of the cushioned seat and the padded back of the seat.  As he moved his hand further over to Sanchez’s side of the rickshaw, Lucas’ cock, which was hanging just as free in the breeze as Sanchez’s was, banged on the lip that people had to step over to get into the rickshaw.   As he’d knocked his cock a couple of times and heard Sanchez smirking at him, Lucas’s cock began to thicken and grow.  While Lucas grew redder and redder the bigger his cock got, and the more he tried not to hit his cock on anything, the more he hit his cock on everything.  Lucas looked over at Sanchez, who now had a wolfish grin plastered all over his face as he seemed unable to take his eyes off Lucas’ growing cock.  It finally reached full mast and now just bobbed around in front of Lucas as he moved around cleaning the rikshaw.

Finally, the boys finished cleaning the rickshaw, and with Lucas’ cock pointing the way, the two boys pushed the rickshaw into its place to store overnight and went and had a shower.  By the time a lot of the other guys were returning with their rickshaws for the evening, Lucas’ cock had finally deflated.  Much to the relief of Lucas but to the disappointment of Sanchez.  Lucas just milled around with everyone else while they waited for their evening meal, and Lucas was desperate to see Raj.   Lucas wasn’t really sure how much he wanted to see Raj, so he could talk about his day until he saw Raj trot through the roller door, and Lucas fought the urge to cry when he spotted Raj.  Impatiently Lucas waited for Raj to finish cleaning his rickshaw and have a shower before he loped over and said hello.

“Hey there, big boy,” Raj began when he saw Lucas heading in his direction, “how was your day?”

“Um, it was ok.”  Lucas lied.

“You were paired with Sanchez, weren’t you?” Raj asked a very surprised Lucas.

“Um, yes, how did you know?” Lucas stammered as he looked at a smiling Raj.

“You guys ran past me a couple of times today, and you didn’t stop to say ‘hi’ once,” Raj said in a mock-serious tone.

“Oh,” a stunned Lucas replied, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.  I was just so busy.  I didn’t notice.  Um, I mean….”

Raj came to Lucas’ aid, “don’t worry about it, big boy, you were busy,” Raj finished as he smiled at Lucas, and draping an arm over Lucas’ shoulders, the boys went and got their evening portion of their daily intake of approved I. S. meal, or what passed as their meal.  Again, the boys found two spare seats at one of the tables and sat down to eat; this time, Lucas didn’t think twice about dumping his drink on top of the pellets they had for their meals.  While the boys ate, they talked about their various days.  They took their used bowls over to the sink, added them to the growing pile of used bowls, and found an easy chair to share and relax in before going to bed.  “Um, Raj,” Lucas began.

“Yeah, what’s up, mate?” Raj asked.

“Um, who does all the cleaning around here?”

“Um, we do; why?”
“Um, I was just thinking about the pile of bowls and the cleaning and stuff, and who did that.  I’m sure the Correction Officers don’t clean up after us.”

“You got that right, mate; they certainly don’t.” “Oh,” was all Lucas could think to say in reply.  “If you look over at the sink area,” Raj started as he pointed in the general direction, “you can see the two guys who are on the roster to clean them this week,” and as he looked over in the direction, Raj indicated, he could see two I. S. guys were doing the dishes.  “And if you look over there,” Raj continued as he pointed towards the roller doors, and as Lucas looked, he could see two guys sweeping the floor.  “Oh, I see,” Lucas said, and as he looked around the ’barn’, he could now see other I. S.’s cleaning different areas or straightening them so that they were more presentable.  “Oh, back home….” Lucas began, but Raj cut him off instantly.

“Never, ever talk about what life was like before you ended up here….”

“But, I was only going to say….” Lucas butted in, but Raj just cut him off again.

“Nobody here!  None of the I. S.’s talk about their life before they broke the law and ended up here.  No one talks about what they’re going to do after they’ve served their time and gone ‘back to society’ because the truth is that once you’re an I. S., you’re always an I. S. in the eyes of the society out there.  Even the guys who go to the trouble and expense to get their brands removed, their demeanour will always out them as a former I. S., and in truth, not even their friends will accept them as anything else but an Indentured Slave.  That’s the sad truth of our society now, so no, I don’t want to know what life was like for you before you ended up here, and I certainly don’t want to know what you think your life might be like when you have done your time.  Is that understood?”  Raj asked Lucas, and Lucas nodded his understanding.  The boys sat in silence for a while until Raj asked Lucas what his day had been like; and Lucas told Raj all the things he had learnt, and he even told him about getting felt up in Swanston St, and Raj just laughed at him.  So, the boys passed the time before the lights were dimmed to indicate they needed to turn in for the night.

All the boys lined up at their respective toilets and, having used the toilet in full view of everyone, went over and lined up to get into their bunks.  “Now,” Raj began as he knelt by Lucas’ bunk, “I don’t want you to dwell on what might be after all of this because you’re only going to make yourself upset.  Ok?” Raj asked Lucas.  While a very glum Lucas nodded back at him.

“There’s a good boy,” Raj said as he ruffled Lucas’ hair and prepared to climb the rack of bunks as all the other boys got into their bunks until the only one against the wall was Raj’s.  Raj climbed the stack of bunks and, lowering his bunk, got himself into it.  Lucas felt he was a bit more used to having the top bunk so close and didn’t feel so claustrophobic.  He rolled over and drifted off to sleep, eventually.

And so, the first week passed in much the same way; Sanchez and Lucas took the tandem Rickshaw out and ran around the city; some nameless, faceless person always felt him up every time they ran down Swanston St.  Lucas was sure that was why Sanchez always steered them down Swanston St eventually.

The second week they actually ferried customers around the city.  He hated to admit it, but Lucas discovered that Sanchez was right; it was a lot more difficult running the rickshaw around the city with someone sitting in it.  Lucas shared the tandem rickshaw for a total of four weeks before he ‘graduated’ to pulling a rickshaw on his own.  His first couple of customers were rude and didn’t hold back making comments about Lucas’ physic, particularly his small but tight bubble butt.  Raj talked to Lucas every night about it until Lucas developed a tough skin and learnt to ignore what his customers said about him or to him.

Two months into Lucas’ ordeal, he was relishing that he was almost finished his sentence and began thinking about the end of his sentence and what he might be able to or not to do afterwards.  Lucas was leaning against one of the poles that held the roof up and was daydreaming about his future when he heard a familiar voice break into his reverie.  As he felt a hand slide down his back and towards his small but tight bubble butt, “well mate, fancy running into you here, and don’t you look fuckin’ great all decked out in your Indentured Slaves, get up,” the voice said.  By now, the hand had encountered Lucas’ small tight bubble butt, and the owner of the hand and the voice forced their little finger into the Lucas’ arse crack as the hand travelled over Lucas’ bubble butt.  Until the little finger found Lucas’ tight anus and tried to force its way into it, but not having any luck, the owner of the voice and hand swapped fingers and tried to force his ring finger into Lucas’ anus.  But it wasn’t until the owner of the voice and hand used his middle finger that he was able to overcome Lucas’ anus and force its way into Lucas’ poop chute.

“What the fuck,” Lucas said as he jumped half a step forward, thereby forcing the finger to fall out of his arse as he turned to face the owner of said finger.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” he said as he turned around and faced one of his oldest friends, Ashleigh.  “Ash, fuck off, ok,” Lucas said with some venom in his voice.

“Hey,” he replied as he held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, “I was just being friendly,” Ash finished.

“Yeah, well, you can just fuckin’ quit it, ok,” Lucas replied, still a little bit more than just being pissed at his friend.  “What are you doing here anyway?  Don’t you have school or something?”

“Nah, day off,” Ash replied airily, so I had to do some shopping, so I came into the city.  Hey, mate, I never dreamed of running into you, though; howz ya bin?” Ash asked.

Lucas felt a bit bad for snipping at his friend, relaxed a bit and said that he’d been ok and was looking forward to the day when he could put all of this behind him.  So, the old friends talked together for a bit.  “Hey,” Ash said, “I’m meeting up with the boys later; how’d you like to come?”

Lucas just looked down at his near-naked body and said he couldn’t.  “Of course, you can,” Ash replied, getting a bit excited.  “How many other guys are in front of you?” Ash asked, and Lucas did a quick headcount and told Ash how many other guys were in front of him, and Ash told him it’d be alright he’d swing it.  So, Ash waited, and when the guy just before Lucas was booked, Ashe stood up and swiped his credit card and booked Lucas out.  Ash chucked his backpack into the rickshaw and climbed in after it, and when he was settled, Lucas began to run out of the I. S. Interchange.  “So, we’re we going?” Lucas asked over his shoulder.

“Um, I was going to meet the boys down in South Melbourne.  Is that too far for you to run because if it is,” Ash hurried on before Lucas could cut him off, “I can get the boys to meet us somewhere else?”

“Fuck off,” Lucas laughed over his shoulder, “I can do that easily.”

So, the two boys talked on their way to South Melbourne, and as it got later in the day, it got darker, so much so that by the time they reached the meeting place on the boardwalk at the beach, it was so dark now that the street lighting was on.  As they ran along the boardwalk, Lucas could see the group of their friends up ahead and poured on a bit more speed until he pulled up just short of the group.

The boys turned around and called out their greetings to the pair as they came over and crowded around the rickshaw and Lucas.  Lucas, for his part, greeted all his friends as if they were long lost friends, that was until Ash climbed down from the rickshaw; he walked up to Lucas and slapped him across the face stating, “keep a civil tongue in your head, when you’re talking to your better’s boy.”

Lucas looked at Ash, stunned as he rubbed his face where he could still feel the sting from Ash’s slap, and with that, all the boys, except for Lucas, broke into raucous laughter, and as one, they all began to paw at Lucas.  Some of the boys tried valiantly to crack his arse open, while another rubbed his cock and balls through the fabric of his jockstrap.  One of the others pushed the hand aside as they yanked Lucas’ jockstrap down towards his ankles, allowing Lucas’ cock and balls to hang freely in the breeze, to great cheers from the other boys.  Now it was a sexual feeding frenzy as all the boys tried to touch as much of Lucas’ flesh as they possibly could, all the while laughing at Lucas’ discomfort as to what was happening to him.  Lucas finally managed to get all the hands off his naked body as he broke free of the pack, not even realising that he was sporting a huge erection, “what the fuck do you all think you’re doing?” he demanded of the group.

“Now listen here, boy,” Ash said, emphasising the ‘boy’, “we’re doing exactly what you taught us to do.  Isn’t that right, gents?” Ash asked the guys that surrounded them, and all the guys to a person agreed heartily.

“What the fuck?” Lucas exploded, “I taught you how to have fun with the Indentured Slaves, not Ash….”

But Ash cut him off, “and what do you think you are, boy, hmm, near as I can tell you are an Indentured Slave, so we as people can do whatever the fuck we like, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.  Get him, boys,” Ash said to the rest of them.  But before any of them could move, Lucas pulled his fist back and hit Ash right on the nose, and everyone present could hear the cartilage break.  With blood pouring out of his nose, Ash looked up at Lucas and said, “got you.”  But the moment was lost, seemingly on everyone, as they all tried to grab hold of Lucas to restrain him, but it seemed to turn into an all-out brawl as Lucas lay about himself freely with his fists.  Ash wasn’t the only casualty in the brawl either.

Because they used electric vehicles now, none of the boys heard the Police arrive until they pulled up just short of the fighting boys and turned on their flashing blue lights.  All the boys broke apart and seemingly stood around a little shamed face.  “Alright, can someone explain to me what is going on here?” one of the Police Officers asked as he approached the boys.

‘Well, I’m glad to see you, Officer….” Lucas began before the Police Officer cut him off.

“You’d do well to learn your place, boy, and for god’s sake, cover yourself up; you are in the presence of free people you know, and while this behaviour,” the police Officer continued waving his hand up and down Lucas’ naked body.  “Maybe tolerated in the ‘stables’, it will not work out here in the real world!”  With that, the Police Officer turned to Ash and asked him what had happened.

“Well, Officer,” a rather nasally sounding Ash began, “we were all friends before….”  And the Police Officer nodded in encouragement; Ash continued.  “And when I bumped into the I. S. here in the city, I thought it’d be good to get the guys together to talk about old times.”  All the guys present nodded their heads emphatically at that point, “but when we got here, the I. S. there,” Ash said, indicating Lucas, “became violent and started to thump everyone of us.  He even broke my nose,” Ash finished up just as the other Police Officer joined them.  He was holding his phone aloft; the Officer who’d just joined them backed up Ash’s version of events, stating that he had images on his cellphone that backed up his story completely.

Both Police Officer’s walked off a little way and watched the footage that the second Police Officer had on his phone; the two Officers conferred for a bit.  Then while the second Police Officer made a call, the first Officer walked back to the boys, “it appears that we have all the information we need.  I’m sorry you boys got caught up in all of this.”

“What the fuck….” Lucas exploded as he marched towards the Police Officer, “do you know what these fuckin’ ‘former friends’ of mine have done, you simpleton?  These so-called ‘friends’ of mine set this whole thing up; why?  I have no fuckin’ idea, but all they needed was a fuckin’ simpleton of a cop, and they succeeded; they got you!  Have you any idea who my fuckin’ father is, you bloody stupid simpleton?”  By now, spittle was flying from Lucas’ mouth, and his face was red with rage as he bore down on the Police Officer with a full head of steam, “by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging….”  But that was as far as Lucas got as he was now in the Officer’s face, and he didn’t see him reaching for his taser, but he sure felt it just before he passed out from the shock.

The Police Officer stood over Lucas’ writhing form, “oh, I don’t think I have to worry about who your father is, boy,” the Police Officer said as he smirked down at Lucas’ writhing form.  As the other Officer was making calls, the Officer who tasered Lucas asked the crowd of boys if they could help him get Lucas into the back of their van, and the boys couldn’t wait.  They all grabbed a part of Lucas and hauled him up off the ground; one of the boys made sure his hand got covered in the sweat from Lucas’ perineum without any of the other boys seeing.  Two of the other boys surreptitiously got their hands covered in the sweat from Lucas’ armpits.  At the same time, one lucky bastard managed to get his finger deep inside Lucas’ anus as Lucas had no control over his sphincter at all.  The boys unceremoniously dumbed Lucas’ prone body into the cage at the back of the Police’s vehicle, and as the Officer closed and locked the cage, the boys walked off down the boardwalk.

When the boys were far enough away from the Police, Abdel stepped out of the shadows, and all the boys high fived themselves on a job well done before they all broke apart and made their way home.  With four of the boys sniffing their hands all the way home.