Indentured by Grandpa

INDENTURED BY GRANDPA

by Master Redbeard

r/e/d/b/e/a/r/d/e/d/s/f at y-a-h-o-o dot com

This is an erotic man/teen story. If that offends you or if you're breaking some law by reading it, go away now. Also, if you have trouble telling fantasy from reality, please stop reading this, go away and get help.

It is also a gay slaveboy story, set in a society in which cute young men are sold to be pleasure slaves. There is dominance/submission, bondage/discipline, enforced nudity, and boy humiliation. It's set in a future world where enslavement of good looking young men is standard and older men dominate.

I've written other stories that refer to the Gay Nation State of Eureka (after the dissolution of the USA). To get an understanding of this Brave New World, read UNDERSTANDING MODERN INDENTURE.

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CHAPTER ONE

It was a tense web meeting with me, my mother and her lawyer in a conference room in the prison, and my grandfather on the Pacific coast. My mother had been convicted and sentenced to ten years. I was 16 and had nowhere to live. Mom's lawyer had been letting me stay at his house through the trial, but the lawyer's wife had made clear that I wasn't welcome and had to leave. The only family my mom had was her long-estranged father, who I knew as Grandpa Red. Mom didn't have any other friends or family she could turn to. My buddies from school all came from struggling families and didn't have the space or resources to take me in.

"It's not that I don't want the boy to come and live with me. In fact, I would enjoy having the boy here. He looks like a charming lad, and so polite. But there are certain restrictions where I live."

The lawyer piped in, "The only other option would be for him to go into the youth facility. That's mostly boys who have had trouble with the law, and the management somehow finds excuses to enslave any cute boy who ends up there. These boys end up sold to the seediest and most disreputable buyers."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want that," Grandpa mumbled. "But the fact is, in order for him to live with me he would have to come here as an indentured servant."

I drew in a sharp breath. "You mean I'd have to be a slaveboy. Like stripped on an auction bloc?"

"Well, yes and no," Grandpa said cautiously. "Yes, you would technically be a slaveboy. But no, you would never have to be stripped on an auction bloc. You would be property. But you would be MY property. Of course you'd have to follow certain rules, you'd have to obey your Master, and there'd be certain restrictions on your movements, what you eat, what you do, and what you wear. But I have a large compound here. It's 300 acres."

"Wait, wait! But slaveboys have to wear those little slave jocks where their butt hangs out totally bare. And slaveboys get whipped. And... ummm... they get...." I blushed and looked to my mother. I didn't want to finish that thought in front of her.

Grandpa chuckled, "But I would be your Master, lad. I promise I will find something appropriate for you to wear that won't leave your butt hanging out bare. Understand, your clothing will have to follow certain restrictions. For instance, your slave collar has to be easily visible. But I promise you I will not use the whip on you. After all, you are my grandson."

I spoke softly very close to the screen. "But the other thing, Grandpa... y'know slaveboys take it... ummm errrr... they take it up the butt." I knew my mother could hear that, but I didn't look at her.

"I will also promise that as long as I'm your Master, you will not be forced to take any dicks up your butt, lad." He took a breath and then continued. "However, you will be expected to act like a slaveboy. You'll have to call me Master and call any free man Sir. I will expect you to do chores, with no complaint. You'll wake up early, prepare my breakfast, bring it to me, then help me in the shower."

My mother chimed in, "What about school? He still has two years of high school to finish and then he's a smart boy and I want him to go to college."

"Absolutely," Grandpa was adamant. "I agree wholeheartedly. He will do courses online. He will be punished for any grade below an A."

"Punished?" I chimed in. "Not the whip, though?"

"I promised no whip and I always keep my promises, lad. You will finish high school on time and start online college. I'll even promise enough money for you to attend any college you choose after your five year indenture contract is over."

That's when the lawyer piped in, "The boy would be a fool not to take up this offer, sir. You are very generous." It was agreed Grandpa would send a ticket and meet me in Wyoming. I didn't know exactly where he lived, but I was looking forward to this new adventure.

I had seen Grandpa Red in online sessions. But I had never seen him in person. I don't know the last time he came east, and I had never before been out west. He met me in the airport in Wyoming. He was larger and more imposing than I realized. He walked around me and seemed to be assessing me as he looked me over, squeezed my shoulders, felt my arms, and reached up under my shirt. "Yes, very well put together." It seemed odd but I just laughed it off.

My next surprise was that Grandpa had his own plane. We got on board and strapped in for takeoff. A dark-haired slaveboy brought us drinks and snacks. The boy was shorter than me and didn't look much older than me. He wore a loose-fitting tunic that was open on the sides so his torso was on display. He had on a pair of shorts that had leg openings all the way up the sides, so each time he bent over or moved they would flap open revealing his butt and his equipment.

Grandpa saw my discomfort and smiled, "Slaveboys are a lot more common in my part of the continent, lad."

When I asked where we were headed, he told me "Eureka Heights."

I was stunned. "B-but, I thought only g-gay people were permitted to live in Eureka, Grandpa."

He smiled benignly and said, "Only gay people are allowed to be citizens in Eureka. Straight men or boys can only live in Eureka as indentures." Grandpa saw that my lips were moving but I wasn't able to get out a word, so he continued, "Yes, grandson, I am a homosexual. When we spoke I assumed that you weren't. That's why I said you would have to live here as an indentured servant."

I was in a daze as I got out the words, "So I'll be a slaveboy surrounded by homos... I mean, ummm, surrounded by gays?"

He was businesslike as he replied, "As we discussed, you will be property. But you will be my property. And, as your grandfather I made certain promises to you, lad."

I looked out the window and got lost in thought. I kept squirming in my seat, wondering what was ahead of me.

• • • • • • • • • • The plane landed on a field on Grandpa's property. We got directly into an ATV (all-terrain vehicle) and zipped across the landscape to a big building in the distance. Grandpa pointed behind us and said, "The compound where I live is back there. We're heading to my business headquarters to take care of business."

He put his arm around me as we entered the rear entrance of the gray building. The sign said "Eureka Slave Processing." Below it was a smaller sign that said, "Merchandise Entrance". When Grandpa saw what I was reading he said, "That's my company, lad. That's why I have so damn much money." His arm remained over my shoulder as he led me through a labyrinth to a low-ceilinged gray room. A man was waiting for us, very large and rotund. "Boy, this is my manager and my most trusted friend, Bruno. You should feel honored. You're going to be processed by the head of this entire facility."

I reached out my hand to shake hands, but Bruno just stepped back with an enigmatic smile on his face. He was looking up and down at my body, nodding, and finally said, "Oh yes, very nice indeed."

Grandpa nodded to Bruno who took papers from the desk and started reading the words everyone knew, saying that I was no longer a citizen and that for the next five years I was the property of Eureka Slave Processing. Then he put down the papers, looked at me squarely and said, "Strip, boy!"

I looked to Grandpa and he said, "You are now officially a slaveboy. When a free man gives you an order, you must obey it without hesitation. You were ordered to strip, lad."

My hands were shaking as I pulled off my t-shirt, then kicked off my shoes and slid down my socks. I looked from one man to the other, realizing they were both homosexuals, as I nervously lowered my jeans. I stood in just my white briefs unsure how to proceed. Bruno smacked me hard across the face, so hard I lost my balance. When I steadied myself I looked to my grandfather and started to say, "G-grandpa, we said...." Then my grandfather smacked my face even harder.

"We went easy on you, boy. Because this is all so new to you. Slaveboys do not speak out of turn. You only speak when asked a question or when you request permission to speak. You address me as Master, and you address all other free men and boys as Sir. Do you understand what I'm saying, slaveboy?"

Having my grandfather call me "slaveboy" felt harsher than the slaps on my face. "Y-yes... sir," I stammered.

"You were ordered to strip naked, boy."

I pushed down my briefs and let them fall to my feet. But as they drifted down I covered my penis with my hands. I was bare balls naked in front of two old homosexuals. I didn't realize that Bruno was directly behind me until I felt his hand move down my back and stroke my exposed butt cheeks. I jumped and let out a squeaking sound.

"Best to restrain him," Grandpa said nodding his head to his colleague.

My arms were pulled up in the air and spread. Each hand was cuffed to a chain that hung from the ceiling. My feet could barely touch the floor. Bruno's hands were still fondling my bare bottom.

"Remember, Bruno," Grandpa intoned. "I promised not to fuck the boy's ass."

Bruno patted my cheeks and laughed, "But you didn't promise that I wouldn't fuck him up this sweet ass."

"Correction, I promised that he wouldn't be forced to take dick up his ass as long as I'm his Master."

Bruno attached a thin platinum collar around my neck. It clicked together. I found out that it could only be detached with a special device from the government. Then he got down and his hands were playing with my penis. It turned out he was placing a thin platinum chain behind my balls.

In the most matter-of-fact way, Grandpa explained, "Those are both electrified. If you disobey or need to be punished for any reason we can send an electric jolt through your torso and through your testicles. We start at a low setting, but if disobedience persists we raise the power."

Bruno was applying cream under my arms, around my dick, and on my balls. Then he rubbed some cream on my lower legs and produced a razor blade. He began by removing all the hair under my arms. Then he did the same for my calves. And finally he turned his attention to my pubes. I had been later than the other boys getting hair down there, and I hated to see it go. My crotch now looked like it had three years ago. Of course as he was working the razor, he kept manipulating my penis. Being a horny teen, of course my dick popped up stiff.

Bruno wiped the cream off with a towel and then took out a tape measure and measured around my forehead. Then he measured my neck. He measured the length of each arm, and then he measured from my collarbone down to my bellybutton. He called out the numbers and Grandpa wrote them down. He even put the tape around my hard dick and then he measured the length of it.

I grunted, "P-please, G-grandpa...." But before I said another word I felt an electric jolt rush through my chest and through my balls. I felt nauseous and was shivering all over.

"You were warned, boy. That was only set at 5% power. I want you to know that I never normally set it below 10% power. Understand that if I have to use it another time the jolt will go up to 15%, then 25%. By the time we get past 50% you're likely to pass out from the pain. Don't make me have to use it, boy."

My mouth was dry. I stammered, "P-please, M-master, permission to ask a question?"

"You're learning. Good. You have permission to speak, but don't be insolent."

"Please, Master, is this all necessary?"

"Of course it is, you foolish boy. You are now part of the indenture network in Eureka. Of everyone in Eureka, I need to follow all rules to the letter. We need these measurements for the records. And there are other things."

Bruno's hand was wrapped around my stiff cock as he said, "Yes, the sperm sample." He started to rub up and down slowly. Grandpa looked me in the eyes and then watched Bruno's hand moving on my penis. Then he pushed his friend aside. My own grandfather started masturbating me. Bruno turned his attention back to my smooth ass cheeks, caressing them and fondling them. Then I felt Bruno's huge body pressing against my naked back, I could feel his erection through his pants rubbing against my exposed rear.

I was aware of Bruno pulling off his shirt and pushing down his pants. His big hairy belly was grinding into my smooth flesh. His hairy legs were rubbing on my legs. And his thick stiff erection was rubbing against my hip and my butt cheeks. At the same time my grandfather was jerking me off. Bruno's cock was leaking on my smooth cheeks. Then Grandpa pulled open his pants and pushed down his boxers. His cock looked enormous, thick around with a long overhanging foreskin. He pulled his foreskin forward so it wrapped around my very stiff dick. He was rubbing up and down on his skin, and that was masturbating my dick.

It's as if he could read my mind. Grandpa said, "As long as I'm your Master, nobody is allowed to fuck you up the butt, slaveboy. But you are, after all, my property. Your Master and other free men can certainly enjoy your body." As he continued to press his cockhead against mine, he leaned down and started licking my chest. His tongue and teeth made contact with my left nipple. He was licking it, then he was sucking on it. Then his teeth started to nip at it.

I felt sensations course through me, and then I groaned way louder than I intended to. I could feel the cum working its way up my tool. Grandpa deftly pulled his foreskin back and produced a bowl, placing it under the head of my boner. He aimed my cockhead perfectly and I shot my jizz into the bowl. When he held up the bowl, Bruno dipped his fingers into the goo and licked them clean, emitting a prolonged "Mmmmmmmmmm."

Even as I was still panting and trying to get my breath back, I watched my grandfather dip his fingers into my cream and taste it. He smacked his lips and said, "There's nothing like the young stuff."

Then I felt Bruno shove his huge body against me and I felt his cock spewing a load of jizz all over my butt and down my legs. Grandpa went back to jacking his cock fast and furious. His cum shot out of it with such power that the first blast hit my face, some even landing on my lips. The next shot dribbled down my chest.

I shivered with confusion and a little revulsion. I was naked and chained up, and two dirty old men had just manhandled me, felt me up, humped me, and shot spunk all over my fully-shaved body. When they detached my arms from the cuffs I fell to the floor. I guess my body was weak from having been held in that bound position. The two men had picked up my briefs from the floor and used them to wipe the sperm from their bodies. Nobody offered to help me up. I figured that was part of being a slaveboy.

Grandpa handed me my cum-soaked briefs and said, "I promised you wouldn't have to wear some sort of slave jock that let your butt hang out bare. This can be your slaveboy uniform." I took the white cotton from him and started to open my mouth. I was about to say, "But it's all covered with cum." But I stopped myself. I saw the stern look in Grandpa's eyes.

"What are you going to call him?" Bruno asked.

"Buddy!" Grandpa offered. "When I was a boy I had a puppy called Buddy. He was the cutest little fella. A little rambunctious, but he learned to be obedient."

The cummy underpants felt cold and crusty against my shaved crotch. Grandpa ordered me into Slave Display position, then showed me how to put my legs shoulder-width apart and clasp my hands behind my head.

Bruno was getting dressed when he softly said, "The boy's arms have been up in the air for quite a while now. He'll need to get the blood flow back. Maybe you can show him Slave Rest position."

So I was re-positioned with my hands behind my back. "Shoulders back. Stomach in. Head high, but keep your eyes focused at the floor six feet in front of you."

Then Bruno turned to Grandpa and said, "You know how much I respect you, Red. You're not only smart, you're also a wise man. But you also know that I respect you enough to tell you when I think you've made an unfortunate decision."

The atmosphere in the room became much more serious. "Obviously, I do not address the slaveboy. We do not explain things to slaveboys. They are just expected to obey. But I'm aware that he's in the room with us and he will hear what I'm telling you." The rotund man took a deep breath. "We've both seen this before, Red. You've seen family members or others who've cared about a boy and indentured the boy with limitations. You actually negotiated with a slaveboy."

"I never negotiated with a slaveboy. I made some promises to my grandson concerning his treatment as a future slaveboy."

"Did you promise to set the electric shock collar at 5% instead of 10%?" There was a mocking tone in Bruno's voice. Then he started to lightly tickle my butt cheeks through my tighty whities. "You know very well this is a million dollar ass. There are men who'd pay that much to own him and fuck this ass every night."

With a wave of his hand, Grandpa said, "You know how many millions I have. I don't need another million for the sale of Buddy here." Then he caressed my face and said, "You'll learn to be a good slaveboy for Master, won't you, lad?"

I looked up at him, paused, and then said, "Oh yes, Master. I will learn to be the best slaveboy for you, sir."

Holding my face in his hands he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. It was a tender kiss, but then his tongue was pushing at my lips. Soon his tongue was wrestling with mine, and his hands were tickling my nipples.

This time when we returned to the ATV, I didn't sit next to Grandpa as I had done before. I was placed in a cage in the rear storage compartment. Grandpa didn't even explain anything to me, but I figured that's the way slaveboys travel.

TO BE CONTINUED

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