The Labourer

THE LABOURER by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 5

They were right - it didn't hurt much, at least physically! It looked a bit like the head of a vacuum cleaner, and they dialled numbers on it, then held it under my left armpit. There was a lot of buzzing, and for an instant a mildly unpleasant feeling like a thousand tiny pin pricks, then they took it way again.

I lifted up my arm, and could see there in the pit six numbers, in dark black ink. But it hurt my pride terribly - I was now a numbered object, and I felt as if my manhood was diminished somehow. The state had marked me, just as if I was property, rather than a person.

"There, just in case there's any doubt, if you escape - no need to mess around with finger prints or anything, all they have to do is to get you to lift your arm! And when you're standing normally, it's hardly visible. Just you and your lovers will usually know about it.

"Are you finished now, sir?"

"Yes, boy. That's it. You're photographed, recorded, and inked. So now you're officially an indentured servant for the next ten years."

I went to pick up my clothes to dress. "Steady on, boy... No need for that.... You're pretty easy on the eyes, so stay naked until your indenture holder comes to collect you. He's probably bringing you some proper clothes, rather than those dishevelled things - I certainly wouldn't want a servant of mine wearing stuff like that, as it wouldn't reflect well on me."

I suppose I could see what he meant, as it was an old T and faded jeans, and they were indeed crumpled. So I just reached for my boxers. "Boy, you are one disobedient son of a bitch! You're asking to be prodded, you know that? I've just told you to stay naked, and you're going for your shorts! What's the matter - you've got nothing to be ashamed of - nice body, big dick... A lot of men would be proud to be in as good a state as you are.."

"Sir, yes, thank you sir. But can't I dress?"

"No, boy My partner and I don't often get a chance to enjoy seeing a guy like you. Most of the indentured servants we process are cons, or addicts, or something - weedy, or shot to hell. When we get a piece of meat that's as easy on the eyes as you are, we like to enjoy it."

I could feel myself blushing a the thought of being some sort of sex object, almost, for these guys. Was it always like this in prisons and places like that, I wondered. I just stood there, then one of the guards opened the barred door of a cell, and motioned for me to go in. He locked the door behind me, and I just stood there, looking out at them - there wasn't anything else I could do, really - the cell was bare except for a bunk without blankets or anything, and a lavatory bowl. So I just sat down on the edge of the bunk, and waited.

Fortunately I wasn't there all that long (although I had a couple of difficult times when I had an erection, as most young guys do during the day, and I had to try to conceal it by crossing my arms over my legs). Rob bounded in, and I stood up and went over to the bars.

I noticed Rob's eyes looking all over me, as he had done so long ago at High School. "Hey, Steve, you're looking great.... All that manual work, the gym, swimming.... I hadn't realised.... And I guess that dick of yours is in good shape, too, with all the action it gets...."

"Rob, let me have some clothes, please. Then get me out of here..."

"You've sure got a nice specimen there, sir", one of the guards said to Rob. "If he were mine, I'd keep him like that all the time!"

"Yes, I would, too", Rob replied, jokingly (I hoped!).

"But I've leased his contract. He's a construction worker, and that's what he'll be doing for the foreseeable future."

He opened his briefcase, and got some stuff out which he tossed through the bars. "Here, Steve. This is a Rooney's polo, and shorts... I'm going to take you straight over there...."

There's something odd about having three guys watch you dress, even if it is as minimally as that - no T, no boxers, no shoes, just the polo and the shorts. And as I'd noticed when I spent that day working with Mike's men, the shorts were very short, so a big stretch of white thigh was exposed, and theft were cut very tight across the butt, although reasonably generous at the front, even for a guy with an above average dick and balls like me. Compared to Rob in his expensive lawyer's suit, and the guards in their smart uniforms, I felt distinctly "undressed" even when I'd put them on, and somehow diminished, as if I was less than them.

Once I'd pulled the polo on, the guards unlocked the cell and I followed Rob out of the court house to his car in the parking garage. As we drove out, Rob looked at me and spoke calmly : "This is your last chance, Steve. Are you really sure you want to go ahead with this? There's still time to forget the whole thing, you know - although you'd be my indentured servant, you could go back to your normal life.... Find a new place, unpack your things..."

Actually, I was a bit less sure. Being marked with an ISN like that had got me a bit shaken. And the causal way that the guards had used those prod things.... Still, at Mike's I felt things should be different. I was going to work, after all, to really stretch myself in the way I wanted. So I replied "No, it's OK - I guess the induction is a bit difficult, but I'm sure it's going to be OK once I'm settled in." Anyway, in spite of my qualms, I couldn't admit to Rob that I might be worried about something, could I?

"Steve, remember Mike will have a lot of power over you. You've got to work for him, do as he says, and he can punish you if you don't, and he can also....."

"Rob, it's OK, I told you. I want Mike to be able to punish me if I don't work hard enough. That's the whole idea. So let's just get on with it, shall we?"

Rob shrugged, and just muttered "Well don't say I didn't warn you....", and we drove the rest of the way out to Mike's place in the companionable silence that only good buddies can have together.

We arrived at the immaculate house and Rob pulled up outside, and we both went up the steps. A young indentured servant came up and told us that Mister Rooney was out at the moment but would be back shortly, and that we should wait. Rob and I sat opposite each other on big leather couches in the light and airy reception room, and we leafed through magazines from the coffee table until Mike appeared, about ten minutes later. He was accompanied by the overseer I'd met, Sean, and he almost bounded into the room, stretching out his hand to greet Mike. I went to shake his hand, too, but he ignored me, and just said to Sean in a voice that suggested he was almost annoyed "What is this servant doing in here? Take him out for me, will you? Get him trimmed properly, and then bring him back so I can get a closer look." Changing tone, to one of a genial host, he then asked if Rob would like a drink or something.

Sean pointed at the door, and beckoned for me to follow him, and when I went to say goodbye to Rob, he snapped "You heard Mister Rooney - just follow me!" in a tone that really brooked no argument. We went out through the hallway then towards the back of the house, then along a covered breeze way into what I'd seen before as the barracks block.

We went on in, and although it was as neat and clean as everything I'd seen so far at Mike's place, it was somehow much stark and completely lacking in comfort. There was one big room containing sixteen single beds in two lines of eight down each side, each one with a mattress neatly folded at the end of it. There were no chairs or anything, and I supposed that was because we would all be so tired when we got back that all we'd want to do was to sleep. To one side there was a door, and Sean opened it to reveal a shower room - a lot of open showers down one side, like there had been at High School, a row of basins for washing along the far wall, and, to my surprise, along the far wall four lavatory bowls. There they were, just there, against the wall, with no cubicles or anything around them to give you privacy. I was a bit shocked - I mean, it's one thing to shower all together, but a guy likes a bit of privacy when he's doing his business, doesn't he? Well, pissing with other guys is OK, but crapping - well, I don't think I'd ever done it with anyone else watching since I was a tiny, tiny kid!

"Get in the shower, and I'll send someone in to trim you", Sean snapped.

"It's OK, sir", I said as politely as I could. "I showered this morning and I haven't worked up a sweat or anything....."

"Listen, you fucking servant, you may have been one of Mister Rooney's buddies, but you're just one of the ordinary servants on this place now. And the first thing a servant learns is that when he's told to do something, he does it. No questions, no arguments, just action. Now get in the fucking shower, before I use the cane on you!"

I just shrugged, and did as he said, took off the polo and shorts, and stood there under the warm water as Sean strode out. He came back just as I was finished and was standing there planing the water off my body with my hands. The young servant who'd greeted Rob and me at the house, and who I imagined was some sort of house boy, was following him.

Sean looked at the boy and said "You know what to do with new acquisitions - give him the standard close clip, and make sure his ass is clear."

"Yes, sir", the boy rapped smartly, and came over to me to lead me down towards the basins at the far end. He opened a cupboard underneath them, and took out a pair of electric hair clippers, then whispered "Hands in the air whilst I do your pits..."

"What?"

"Mister Rooney likes all the working servants to be neatly clipped - not shaved, but with only a bit of hair under the pits and so on. He thinks it looks better, for when you're all working stripped to the waist...."

Well, what was I supposed to do? Sean was standing at the other end watching, and I could see the cane in his hand - he was flexing it gently, as if he was looking forward to having an opportunity of using it! So resignedly I raised my hands in the air, and the young lad approached with the clippers and clipped most of my thick, wiry hair off. He then knelt at my feet, and muttered "Spread your legs.... So I can get at all your pubes."

"Hey, no! This is too much...."

"Quiet.... Sean will hear you, and he can be vicious. Look, all the guys have their pubes clipped - that's the way Mister Rooney wants it. You'd better let me do it, or Sean will come down here and whack the life out of you."

Resignedly, I opened my legs a bit, and the lad started the clippers again. I was kind of looking down, and saw that my big bush of pubic hair was trimmed right away at the sides so that it no longer stretched form thigh to thigh, then drastically reduced in length so that it wasn't more than an inch or so long all over. The lad said "Hold still now, as I've got to use the clippers to clean up your balls.... If you move, I might nip you and it will hurt."

Fucking hell! No one had ever touched my dick and balls before, well, no man, that is. The kid didn't seem to be at all embarrassed or ashamed as he held my dick in one hand and pulled it upwards, then ran the clippers down over the top surface of my sac, leaving it almost clean. Then I could feel his messing around, stretching the skin of my sac and running the clippers over it, gradually working downwards and to the side, until he could lift my balls up and do the back of the sac and the area behind them, tight between my legs.

"Not much more now", the boy whispered. "You'll have to bend over and pull your butt apart, so that I can get the clippers down there...."

"Hey, no way!"

"Please.... If Sean comes over, he might punish me as well as you. He can be like that, as you'll find out.

Come on, make it easy for both of us - none of you new guys like it, but it only takes a minute. Please... I don't want to be punished."

Well, what the hell, I thought. I'd get all this sorted out later, but for now it seemed easier just to do as he said. I bent from the waist and reached back to pull my butt apart, and the next moment I felt the metal of the clipper blades all cold as they slid down that sensitive place. Still, I felt fucking humiliated - I mean, you don't stand there exposing your asshole to another guy, do you? But mercifully it was over quite quickly, the young lad stood up and winked at me. "All done - what's your name?"

"Steve."

"I'm Joey - I'm Mr Rooney's house boy really, but I also get to do this to all you guys every week, as Mister Rooney likes you all to be neat and smart all the time...."

"Shut the fuck up, you two!", Sean roared. "And you, Steve, follow me!"

I went to pick up my polo and shorts, but he just said "I told you to follow me! You don't need those - you heard Mister Rooney say that he wanted to inspect you...."

He had that attitude that didn't allow for any argument, and so totally bare-assed naked (and feeling even more so now that I'd lost most of my pubes), I followed him back along the covered breeze way into the main house. Rob and Mike were still sitting in the big reception room, with beers in front of them. I thought it would be good to have one too, as we all had when we'd last met in the bar, but there didn't seem to be much likelihood of that. We stood there at the entrance to the room, and Sean hissed at me "Go and stand in front of the fireplace, and take up the 'inspection' position."

"Sir, what's that?"

"Feet apart, hands clasped behind your neck, and head bowed. And don't fucking well speak unless Mister Rooney asks you a question."

I padded across the polished wood floor, feeling it cool beneath my bare feet. My dick was bobbing up and down as I walked, and I felt fucking ridiculous, I can tell you - I mean, here I was, naked, having to go and stand in front of my oldest friend and a drinking buddy. Still, perhaps this was part of the territory of being an indentured servant, at least at first, and as Sean seemed equipped with a prod, as well as the cane and tawse, I decided I had to do as he'd said Anyway, Rob had seen me naked lots of times at school, and more recently at the court house, and Mike was a guy, too, so it was probably OK. Still, being naked in a kind of 'domestic' situation is very different from being naked in a locker room or somewhere like that, isn't it? You feel somehow foolish in your bare skin, when all around there are the leather couches, heavy curtains, polished floors, big vases of flowers, and all the other stuff of gracious living.

The two men were sitting opposite each other n couches that were at right angles to the fireplace, and I stood there as I had been told. , clasping my hands behind my neck. I could still see Rob and Mike, in spite of having my head bowed down, and from that position it was easy to stretch my chest to show myself off to good advantage, and to clench my butt so that my belly tightened (I'm proud of my six pack), and my thighs were stretched to reveal their long, lean muscle. Of course it also pushes your dick forward as you do that, and it suddenly occurred to me that now it wasn't partially concealed my pubic hair.

I thought about relaxing my muscles in the hope of making my dick a bit less prominent, but as I did so, Mike looked up and glanced at my body.

"Hey, this is a nice piece of meat, Rob! He'll work well, and he'll be a real asset to the business."

"Well Steve said he wanted to work hard... He's always had this thing about his body, even when we were at school.... "

"Was he like this then - toned, buffed, good shape..."

"Oh sure - football team, track and field, all that sort of stuff. And he was - and is - a real stud: always after pussy...."

"We'll soon teach him to forget all that! I won't have my servants whoring around - it's bad for business, if women home alone don't think they can trust the workers who are doing their project. Still, it's easily fixed. Did you two fuck might I ask?"

"No - Steve's not like that. Straight as a die."

"But were you tempted, Rob?"

I listened almost incredulously as Mike asked that question. As I've told you, I sometimes thought that Rob wanted to do stuff with me.

"Well, you know, school boy crush, that sort of thing... I'd have liked to have messed about a bit - we were really good friends then, still are, as you know. And two guys who are both fit and active at school, well, it's only natural, isn't it? But Steve was always too busy chasing pussy - and getting it, usually! So we never actually had any real fun together."

"Never even felt that dick of his?"

"No, nor his balls."

"Well now's your chance, then - he's standing here in front of us, come on over, and find out what you missed all those years."

"No!", I cried out. "No fucking way!" I let go of my hands from behind my neck, and almost took up a fighting stance.

Mark looked at me, and said, quite casually "Steve, you forget where you are, and what you are..."

"No way, Mark, no way are you and Rob going to feel my balls...."

"Listen you piece of shit", Mark snapped. "First, it's Mister Rooney, or 'sir', to you now! And secondly you need to remember that you're an indentured servant and I'm now your indenture holder, and what I say goes. And thirdly, you need to remember that I can order punishment for disobedience - Overseer Sean is standing there, and we can soon have you caned..."

"But Mark.... Mister Rooney.... I cane here to work ,to really work away at construction. Sure you can punish me if I don't work hard enough. And you know that I want to be 'encouraged' to really get the last bits of effort out of me. But feeling my dick and balls...."

"You never listened, did you? When I told you about the role of an indentured servant here, you always cut me off in mid-stream. I'd have told you that we have a total regime here, where I make full use of the bodies of my servants... But you never listened."

"He's right, Steve", Rob cut in. "I tried to tell you, too. And in the court, you cut right across the judge when he wanted to explain all the implications...."

"You can't be serious...."

"Yes, Steve", Rob continued. "I'm a lawyer, so believe me. Mark can do more or less what he likes with your body, provided he doesn't damage you permanently. He can't cut your arm off or anything, but other than that, he has pretty much free use of your body any way he chooses."

I was stunned, and Mike cut in "So now, Steve, you're going to experience stage one - I like to do a proper, thorough inspection of my new servants, to make sure they're in good shape.... And so that I can decide...."

He and Rob got up off the couches, and came over towards me. I noticed the overseer, Sean, move towards me, too, holding his cane in one hand and one of he prod things in the other.

"Hands back behind your head, Steve", Rob ordered softly, and I obeyed. Well, how bad could it be, really? After all, doctors and people had handled my dick before when I'd had medicals. So it couldn't be all that bad to have Mike and Rob do it - pretty humiliating, but it couldn't hurt, or anything I was a mature, tough guy - I could take this! I gritted my teeth, and brought my temper under control. I'd show them that a strong man could take it, regardless of what they wanted to meet out.

From the way that he began to run his hands all over me I guessed that Mike had done this before! Somehow it was almost "professional", as sometimes the palms of his hands slid over my muscles, and sometimes his strong fingers dug in to test the resilience and strength of parts of me. He began with my shoulders, worked down across my pecs and my belly, skipped over my dick and balls, then felt the front of my thighs. He told me to turn around, and did the same down my back - now really feeling the power in my butt muscles. Then he had me turn around to face him again, and this time his hand went down and picked up my dick.

He kind of rolled it around in the palm of his hand, and I felt myself beginning to sport a boner. But he stopped,, and I felt his warm palm cupping my balls, and then his thumb pressed into the sac, separating them. Sweat broke out all over me and I almost panicked at the thought that he could seriously hurt me, but it was soon evident that he had done this before, and somehow his air of confidence calmed my fears.

"Really nice!", he commented. "Well done, Steve - you're in great shape. And after a few weeks here, you'll be even better""

"Thanks, Mike..."

"This is your last warning, Steve! You're a servant now, remember, not a drinking bud any longer. It's Mister Rooney, or 'sir'. If you are over familiar again, ever, I'll have you punished. You need to remember your status here - you're just the sixteenth servant whose indenture I own, no more, no less, and I expect total obedience and respect from all of you."

His tone changed as he went on "Rob, he's fine. So our agreement is officially in force - you've leased him to me, and that's that. Now, would you like to examine your former buddy?"

"Well he's still my buddy, Mike...."

"No, don't think like that. Once a guy's indentured, everything changes. You can't be buddies with an indentured servant - suppose you asked me to do some work at your place and I sent Steve along, and he needed caning or the tawse? You'd feel pretty badly about it, wouldn't you? And you might see him mending the streets or something, and if you stopped to talk to him, he'd lose his rhythm and that of all his crew, and then they'd all be punished. So it's much better just to forget about it - forget you were ever buddies, and just treat him like any other indentured servant. So come on - this is a great dick, and fantastic balls - if you've always wanted to feel them, now's your chance! This isn't your old buddy Steve here, just a servant."

I saw a sheen of sweat all over Rob's face as he came and stood in front of me, and then his hand went down. As Mike's had, and grasped my dick. He too rolled it around a bit, and this time I couldn't help myself - I don't know whether it was the additional stimulation, or whether it was the thought of my old buddy doing it to me: my boner was now really hard, and my dick went way, way above the horizontal.

Mike smiled at him, as if to encourage him, and I felt Rob's thumb and finger begin to tease my foreskin back! "I've always wanted to do this", he almost whispered to Mike. "All those years at High School, and I've never seen his dick head.... He never 'skinned back in the showers without turning away from the other guys.... Wow!"

So, OK, I've got a nice dick head, I know that. From the dicks I've seen I know there can be all kinds of "problems" - a tiny head on a big thick shaft, that kind of thing. But my equipment is all properly proportioned - when I'm skinned back my dick head stands out nicely from the shaft all around, and.... My reverie was broken of as Rob's clumsy thumb scraped over my sensitive triangle underneath! Rob was cut, always had been , as far as I know, and cut guys just can't appreciate how sensitive an uncut guy's head can be - I mean, it doesn't have to be used to scraping over his clothes all the time as it's so nice and snugly protected until you want it to come out to play. I winced, and gave a tiny yelp of pain. Rob's eyes starred at me, as if he was suddenly even more interested, but he said nothing. And now Rob's other hand was cupping my balls, and toying with them inside my sac. But he clearly wasn't experienced, as Mike was, and I gave several more little yelp of pain as he managed to squeeze me awkwardly. I jerked back, as you do, absolutely reflexively.

"Steady!", Mike snapped. "You'd better learn to stand still when you're being inspected, or you'll be in trouble!"

"But he hurt me..."

"Fucking keep your mouth shut! I don't have my servants talking back to me. If you ever do that again, you'll be caned."

Mike's tone changed again as he asked Rob how it was.

"Bloody amazing, Mike! I've always wanted to do that, to really feel Steve's tackle. It used to make me so mad - any cheap girl who was prepared to put out could have the use of that dick all night, but he was never willing to share it with even his best buddy."

"So do you want to even things up a bit?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he never let you play with him for all those years.... Now's your chance to make up for lost time! I always like to break new servants in properly, and if you want to join in, you're welcome. I guess you liked the look of his ass, too, didn't you?"

"Well who wouldn't?"

"So, Rob, now's your chance - really experience it. You can go first - you're his prime indenture holder, after all, and it's kind of traditional for the owner to take a new servants' cherry. Then I'll take sloppy seconds - he's going to be working for me, and he needs to know who's in charge."

"NO!", I screamed. "You can't be serious! You're not gong to fuck me! It's illegal...."

"Oh Steve, you have got a lot to learn", Mike almost chortled. "An indenture holder had full and complete use of a servant's body. And Rob and I won't be the last up your ass, as you'll soon find out."

End Of Part 5