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Reprocessing Garret

Tales from a World of Slavery 1

I. From Slave to Free

After Not Quite Four Years as A Slave

It was afternoon and the heat and humidity were getting worse as the afternoon went on. Brigade 17 now consisted of six boy slaves and two adult armed guards. All of the boys worked naked except for their work boots. They were chained together by a line chain that allowed them plenty of slack so that they could work efficiently but could not escape the chain gang, even if they had tried. Each boy was also heavily chained, their dirty young bodies straining with each shovel full of the wet earth and mud left behind in the drainage ditch by the storm. Each boy was sweat covered from hard work in the hot sun. They were all lean, slender specimens of boyhood, the youngest only eleven years old, the eldest barely seventeen. All of them wore the humiliating but effective penis-gags as they toiled away beneath the unrelenting sun. Between their hairless young legs, cock-cages imprisoned their smooth young genitals while butt-plugs kept their prostates on edge. Even so, they bent and scooped up shovels full of the wet muck and flung it into the piles of dirt along side of the ditch. The boys' cock-cages were of varied sizes, from the tiny one barely two inches [5 cm] long worn by the recently added eleven-year-old, to a large one that tightly confined the well-built seventeen-year-old's man-sized penis.

Garret Weathers was nearly sixteen now and in spite of the dirt and grime that covered his nude body he was by anybody's definition a good-looking teenager. The hard labor, strict discipline, and a diet that just barely kept him fed had toned his developing young muscles and made him even more lean and wiry than he had been when he first became a slave. Four years of constant exposure to the elements had bronzed his skin to a deep golden brown and toughened him to the extremes of temperatures his naked body had to endure. Like most teenagers, he had gone through a growth spurt in the last couple of years and now stood almost five foot eight inches tall. [1.70 m]. He was now a foot [30 cm] taller than when he'd first been enslaved at age twelve. He now had a well-developed chest and arms and his obvious abs and the rounded globes of his bubble butt always turned the heads of both women and men when he worked beside the county roads. While his light brown hair was much shorter than when he was last a free boy, it was still long enough to frame his face in such a way that he appeared to be more a young man than a boy.

When he'd first been pulled off the Department of Corrections van four years earlier and chained to the other boys of Brigade 17, he had been a confused and scared kid. To his advantage, he had learned fast and proved to be a hard worker. His attitude had been to make the best of a bad situation. This had seen him, while not the oldest or strongest boy in his brigade, quickly become its unspoken leader, if such a thing existed among slaves. During his first months of slavery, Garret had struggled to adapt to being in chains all the time, and despite their heavy weight, they now no longer presented him with much trouble. He slim but muscular teenaged frame now moved easily in them, something that some of the other boys had yet to master.

As a result of his growth spurt his flaccid penis was now four inches [10 cm] long and about an inch [2½ cm] in diameter. Only recently had his cock-cage been replaced with a somewhat larger one of the same style. It still had sharp spikes on its inner and outer surfaces, but at least there was enough room that they no longer jabbed into his flesh day and night. That all too brief interval between the removal of the old chastity device and the fitting of the new one marked only the fourth time that his penis had been free since that day at the slave processing center four years earlier when he had first become a slave. The fact that it had been nearly four years ago was something that Garret himself had no way of knowing. The boy had lost all concept of time, something that the slave system fostered as just another way to confuse and demean the slaves. He only knew that someday they would come to him, remove his chains and his cock-cage, and let him go home. However, after four years in his living hell of slavery, freedom seemed like a mirage that was not real. All Garret knew was to do whatever tasks he was told to do and to do them quickly and unquestionably to avoid punishment. He no longer thought about his penis. It too was like a mirage, something that was always visible but unreachable in his permanent cock-cage. Then too, the large butt-plug in his rectum both tormented and tantalized him day and night, while he was always in chains and almost always gagged.

The sixteen-year-old slave, like all of the boys, was milked every two weeks. This torture, while removing his ability to have an erection, seemed to go on for hours and left him sobbing in frustration. Even during milking, his penis never left its cage. He had come to view milking as just another part of his punishment. It was something that he hated, but simply had no choice but to endure.

What had made things even worse for Garret was the discovery two years ago that his brother, Tristan, was now a slave for life. Only in the showers when there were no penis-gags had Garret been able to find out in whispered tones that Tristan had been out with two older boys who decided to rob a convenience store. Tristan had gone along only for the adventure. However, in the process, the store owner had pulled a hidden shotgun from beneath the counter. Unfortunately and with out Tristan's knowledge, one of the other boys had brought a handgun to the robbery and saw the store owner's move to get his shotgun. One quick shot from a startled and scared fifteen-year-old had ended the store owner's life. All three boys were apprehended quickly and Tristan and one other youthful robber were sentenced to life as slaves while the boy with the gun was sentenced to death for the murder of the store owner.

Tristan had only stayed with Brigade 17 long enough to learn the slave routine. An opening in a brigade composed entirely of men and boys who were serving life sentences had opened up and Tristan had been unceremoniously loaded on a truck and disappeared from Garret's life as suddenly as he had appeared.

Garret's parents had visited him faithfully right from the start and his all too brief reunions with them, three times a year, were really all he had to look forward to and all that got him through his days of hard labor, swift merciless discipline, and harsh punishment for even the slightest infraction. Sitting nude behind a desk while looking through a Plexiglas partition and talking with them by phone, Garret had learned that Tristan was assigned to a work detail that was working in a rock quarry on the other side of the county. When Garret and his fellow slaves in Brigade 17 scattered gravel, it most likely had been quarried and processed by Tristan and the men and boys of his detail in the rock quarry.

During their last visit, Garret's parents knew that his sentence was almost up. However, they were under strict orders and the threat of a heavy fine not to tell the boy this fact. The authorities preferred to surprise slaves with the end of their enslavement, as in the opinion of the authorities, it made the slave fully productive until his last day as a slave.

One Fine Day

The boy swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. 'What have I done wrong?' was the first thought that crossed his mind. The guard unhooked the teenaged slave's collar from the long master chain which kept all of the boys in one continuous line. 'Am I going to get a whipping for daring to stop working?' the lanky naked sixteen-year-old thought as he climbed out of the ditch. Once in front of the guard, Garret spread his feet wide apart, dropped his arms to his sides, and stood with his head bowed in the standard slave position of submission. It was then a surprise when the guard reached behind his head and unlocked his gag. Once loosened, Garret allowed it to fall out of his mouth and hang from his neck. All of the boys in Brigade 17 had been gagged the whole day except for a fifteen minute break for a lunch of vitamin-enriched gruel. Garret opened and closed his mouth a few times to restore feeling in his jaw before speaking. "Sir, I'm sorry about stopping, sir. It's my hand, sir…"

"Shut up, boy," the sweaty guard growled.

"Sir, yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"You're Garret Weathers, right?"

Garret was taken aback for a moment. The guards preferred to call and identify the boys only by their numbers. Over the past four years, only once when he had been called to help process Tristan had he been called by his free name.

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Follow me; we have something special for you."

"Sir, yes, sir."

The guard marched Garrett back down the road to where the county road department trucks were parked. Just behind the last truck was a white van from the Department of Corrections. Through its rear window, Garrett could even see a slave transport cage in the back of the van. As they got closer to the van, Garret could see in smaller letters under Department of Corrections the name Hopewell County Slave Processing and Transfer Center.

"Move your scrawny ass, boy," the guard bellowed at him as he drove the sixteen-year-old ahead of him toward the van.

The uniformed driver came around the side of the van with a clipboard and some papers in his hand. He was a stocky fellow in his late 30s who was sweating in the hot afternoon sun.

"This the Weathers kid?" he asked the overseer carefully eyeing the naked youth now standing before him. Something about the way that he looked at Garret made him wonder if he would stop along the way to be serviced by a good-looking teenaged slave.

"Yeah, this is him. Have you got the papers?"

"Yeah, sign here and here," the van driver said.

The overseer signed the papers on the clipboard and took his copy. Then he turned to Garret and said "Get your ass in the cage in the back of the van, slave." Garret was startled and scared not knowing what he had done to get him transferred out of Brigade 17. The thought of what had happened to Tristan flashed through his mind as he fumbled to comply with the order.

The cage in which he now found himself was roughly four feet [1.2 m] square and almost as high. The van driver now carefully locked Garret in the cage and slammed shut the rear door of the van. He then got in the driver's seat, started the engine, and then began driving down Highway 32 in the direction of town. Out the back window of the van, Garret could see the rest of his brigade still toiling in the sun as they drove away.

Out processing

Looking hard at Garret, he barked: "Get your ass out of the van, slave."

Garret unfolded himself from the cage in the van and stood on the pavement beside the loading dock of the slave processing and transfer center. He remembered the place from his enslavement four years earlier.

Another employee of the slave processing center came out onto the loading dock and looked down at the boy and the driver. The uniformed man looked to be about fifty and had remained physically fit. Garret guessed correctly that he was ex-military by the way that he carried himself. He looked sternly at the pair only a couple of feet below him and fingered his side arm. Garret thought that he recognized the man but was not sure. The man walked down the short set of steps to where the truck was parked. Then Garret saw the name Branch on his uniform pocket. It was the same man who had processed him into slavery for years earlier!

Officer Branch took the clipboard from the driver and asked: "Is this the Weathers kid?"

"Yeah," said the driver. "He's yours now. I'm off duty once you have him."

"Ok," said Branch. "Weathers, follow me." He said to Garret who was again surprised to hear his free name used for the second time that day.

The naked boy followed officer Branch down the hallway until they reached a door marked Out Processing where the officer stopped. He then turned and motioned to Garret to go in first.

Another officer was waiting for him when he entered. The room was a rather small space, plain gray walls, with a combination desk and computer workstation, several tall metal cabinets with pass-code locks. In the very center on the floor was a red circle, lit by a bright spotlight directly overhead. There was also another door at one side of the room but where it led was not marked.

"Weathers," Branch said from behind him, "Stand in the middle of the red circle." The other officer was behind the desk and looked at some papers that were in front of him. "Garret Weathers, you have completed your sentence as a slave and are now ready to re-enter the free world. Officer Branch and I, Officer Smith, have been charged with out-processing you. Your father will be here shortly to pick you up. However, there are a few things that we need to go over with him and with you as well as rid you of your slave collar and the other things associated with your enslavement."

Garret who had lost all track of time while enslaved was stunned. He had no idea that his sentence was about to end. He just stood there and trembled slightly. Then he started to cry.

Officer Smith stood up. A tall rather thin man he was somewhat younger than Officer Branch. He came around the desk with a key in his hand and took hold of Garret's slave collar. The key fit the lock easily and with one quick click he unlocked the collar and slipped it off the still crying teenager.

Officer Branch had opened one of the tall metal cabinets and had removed a wire mesh box. He put the slave collar into the box which Garret now noticed had the words 'Removed from W-432' written on a card on its side.

Next Officer Smith fumbled with Garret's chastity device and in short order it was also in the recycling box. His butt plug quickly followed. For the first time in four years Garret's teen-aged penis was un-caged and there was nothing up his butt tormenting him by constantly rubbing his prostate. Garret was so light-headed that he thought that he might actually faint.

Next Garret's shackles and chains were removed and added to the pile in the recycling box. Officer Branch then approached the boy with a bottle of fowl-smelling liquid. Using a small rag soaked in the liquid, he now wiped at the words slave that were written in large letters on Garret's chest and back. Once those appeared to be gone, he turned to the bar-code and slave numbers on his forehead, shoulder, and buttock. Soon almost all evidence of the markings were gone. Garret now stood before the two officers just a naked teen-ager with no body hair and a short haircut to differentiate him from other boys of his own age.

"Weathers," Branch said, "The process that we used to remove your body hair when you were enslaved killed your existing follicles and has prevented the maturation of new ones for the duration of your sentence. If you had been sentenced to a longer term of servitude, we would have brought you in for another treatment sometime later this year. You haven't been rendered permanently hairless, we only do that to boys with life sentences, but this has been the next best thing. As you are aware, all boy slaves must be absolutely hairless from their necks down to their toes. It's simply a matter of efficient hygiene, and serves as an additional reminder of your up to now subhuman slave status. I would expect that your body hair will start to grow again sometime in the next six months or so."

The officer continued, "Son, the places on your skin that were covered by your collar and shackles have not tanned like the rest of your body. I have a solution here that will chemically tan those places so that it will not be so obvious that you have recently completed your time as a slave. However, since you are now a free citizen this treatment is optional, but I strongly recommend it." Garret looked flustered for a moment and then nodded his consent to the officer. Branch reached into the nearest filing cabinet and produced a pair of latex gloves which he put on his hands before reaching in again to find another bottle of liquid. He took a small sponge and poured some of its amber contents on it and carefully began wiping Garret's neck and wrists. Then he had the boy put first one foot and then the other on a low stool so that he could also add color to his ankles.

"You want me to do your package?" the officer asked. "There is still a very white area where your chastity device covered part of crotch," he reminded the boy. Again Garret nodded his consent.

"Stand up straight and I will get the main parts. It's not necessary to wipe the area between your legs," the officer commented.

Branch then dabbed the boy's hairless pubic area with the amber liquid and then added some to Garret's four-inch [10 cm] flaccid penis. As the officer rubbed the tanning liquid on the teenager's penis there was no reaction from this touching of the most intimate and usually the most sensitive part of a young man's anatomy. Four years of not being able to touch his locked up penis and being milked every two weeks had left Garret numb when it came to his boy parts. As a result, there was no reaction at all as the officer handled his penis while applying the tanning liquid as there would have been in the average teenager who most likely would have sprouted an instant erection.

The result of these additional chemical treatments truly did minimize the fact that only minutes earlier there were areas of the boy's body that had been hidden from the sun for the last four years. Garret now looked like he had just come from a nude beach in one of the more tropical parts of the country or at least had spent time in a tanning salon. Even the fact that he was totally hairless from the neck down could be explained away as personal preference.

A phone rang on the desk and Officer Smith answered it. "His father is here? Ok, I'll come out and meet with him first before we have him see the boy." He rose and went out through the same door that they had entered only minutes before.

Officer Branch now turned to the naked boy standing before him and said: "Weathers, I know that it is going to be tough adjusting to life as a free citizen after being a slave for the past four years. Here's your first opportunity to do something by yourself that you haven't done in four years. There's a bathroom through that unmarked door. Go in there. You will find soap and a towel. You need to take a shower and wash off all of that sweat and grime from working on the road gang before I can issue you out-processing clothing. Do you want me to help you or do you feel that you can shower on your own?"

Garret was still somewhat in shock over the fact that he was being released. He stammered for a moment before answering the officer. "Sir, I think that I can do it by myself. At least I would like to try."

"Ok, then. Go ahead, but if you don't mind let's leave the door partially open just in case you do need help," the officer replied.

Garret slowly and uncertainly walked to the side of the room and opened the unmarked door. He was startled at first as the bathroom light came on in response to his movements. As Branch had said there was a tiled shower area in one corner of the bathroom while a lavatory and mirror and a toilet occupied the other end of the small room. This was the first time in four years that Garret had been in a bathroom designed for only one person. This was the also the first time in four years that he had not been shackled to at least six other boys while taking a shower. The reality of his impending freedom slowly set in as he remembered from the days before his enslavement that he himself had to turn the water on, that a guard would not be turning some hidden valve somewhere out of sight so that all of the boys were doused with cold water at the same time.

Garret reached out and turned the knob marked 'cold'. His young body shuddered as the blast of cold water hit him. Then he remembered that there was such a thing as hot water in the free world and fumbled for the knob marked 'hot'. As he adjusted the two knobs to produce warm, comfortable water, tears washed his young face and he just stood there in the shower and cried while his body convulsed with the realization of his freedom.

The sound of his crying must have been louder than the sound of the water. Garret looked up to see that Officer Branch had opened the door to the bath room and stood only a few feet away looking at the naked boy in the shower.

"Son, are you alright?" the officer asked.

"Sir, yes sir," Garret responded. "It's just that I haven't done anything like this in four years. It brings back memories of my life before I was a slave."

"Yeah, a lot of the boys that I out-process have the same reaction," was his comment and then he slowly turned and went back into the other room.

Garret took up the soap and began to wash his young body in earnest. The actual washing of himself was no different than that of any other boy washing himself in the shower. However, when he got to his penis he suddenly stopped. There was no chastity cage surrounding it for the first time in four years. As the warm water cascaded over his lean muscled form, he soaped his hand and reached down slowly and then deliberately washed his penis and the area between his legs. Any free boy of his age would have thought nothing of this act of washing his most intimate parts except perhaps for a momentary thought about masturbation. However, for someone who had not touched his own manhood in four years, this was a defining moment in knowing that he was now free. Slowly he stroked his shaft with his soapy hand. How often over the past four years had he wondered how that would feel? He ran his hand up and down his shaft several times, but nothing happened. Then the thought hit him: 'Have they done something to me during my enslavement that has drained me even of the ability to have erections?'

Garret's Father

The hall door opened and an officer in the uniform of the Department of Corrections came into the room holding a manila folder in his left hand. The man appeared to be in his early forties and seemed to be both fit and self-assured.

"Mr. Weathers? I'm Officer Smith. I'm a psychologist who's been assigned to your son's case." He extended his hand and the two men shook hands.

"Pleased to meet you Dr. Smith. I'm Bill Weathers," replied the soon to be freed slave's father.

"Let's sit here at the table. I need to discuss your son's release with you now that he has completed his sentence," said Office Smith as he settled into a chair at the table.

Bill Weathers resumed his seat and looked quizzically at the officer.

"As a parent, the thing that you need to understand is that your son has lived as a slave for the past four years. He's been worked hard and naked and had no control over his actions or his own bodily functions for that entire time. While most slaves can readjust to life in the free world in a short period of time, some find this adjustment difficult."

"What do you mean?" the boy's father asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well," said Smith, "For example, some find it hard to realize that they now need to wear clothes when out in public. Having been nude for a number of years, their first inclination is to walk out of the house totally naked and think nothing of it. Of course you realize that as a free citizen, he can no longer do that with violating the law."

"I hadn't thought of that," replied the father. "What should his mother and I do to make it easier for him to adjust to the free world?"

"The best thing for you to do is not to take anything for granted. You will have to remind him of things that he has forgotten. In effect, you will have to treat him almost like he is still five or six rather than sixteen until he catches up with his chronological age."

"Dr. Smith, I want to assure you that we want to do everything possible that will insure that Garret can and will become a productive member of society. I appreciate your advice and will certainly be careful not to assume that he remembers to do things that we would take for granted in a boy of his age who had not spent the past four years as a slave."

"Good. I'm glad that you understand. Let's go into the next room where you can see your son and prepare to take him home. By now, Officer Branch has removed all evidence of his enslavement and seen that he has showered. However, he will still be nude when you see him as you have to witness that he is in good health and not permanently marked or injured in any way."

With that the officer rose from the table and waited while Bill Weathers moved toward the door. As the father reached for the door knob, Smith noted that the man's hand was trembling slightly and that he had what appeared to be tears in his eyes.

Reunion

Bill Weathers entered the room first. Standing there in the middle of the room was his still naked son holding a wet towel in one hand. This was the first time in four years that the father and son had stood face to face since Garret had been enslaved at the age of twelve. Even when the parents had been allowed a rare visit with their son, he had been seated behind a Plexiglas screen at a low desk so that they were unaware of how much he had actually grown over the years. Even then, they had only been able to talk by phone.

What Bill Weathers now saw was a good-looking, if naked, teenager standing before him. His lean body had a firmness to it was emphasized by his broad chest and strong arms. The well-defined abs and rounded butt also contributed to his son's overall good looks. Garret Weathers was now sixteen and hardly the boy of twelve that his father and mother had taken to the slave processing center four years earlier. Constant exposure to the elements had bronzed his skin. With the places that were not regularly exposed to the sun now having been treated by Office Branch, Garret looked like he might have just returned from spending a month at a nudist resort in one of the warmer parts of the country rather than as a slave on a chain gang.

This was the first time in four years that Bill Weathers had seen his son standing up since each infrequent parental visit had been through a Plexiglas window where Garret had already been seated when they were admitted to the interview room. As a result of his growth spurt, Garret now stood almost five foot eight inches tall [1.70 m]. Bill Weathers himself was five foot ten inches tall [1.80 m]. The son was now a foot [30 cm] taller than when the father had taken him to begin his sentence. Looking his son directly in the face while both were standing was something of a shock to the father who had not realized that the boy had grown that much.

While Garret's light brown hair was much shorter than when he was last free, it framed his face in such a way that the father could only see a young man and not a boy. His lack of pubic hair, while not common among boys his age, could nevertheless be thought of as a personal preference or perhaps that he was a member of some swim team. The father also noted that his son's flaccid penis at four inches [10 cm] long and about an inch [2½ cm] in diameter was also considerably larger than it was at the age of twelve.

Bill Weathers swallowed hard and felt a stirring in his groin as he looked at his son. His first thought was 'God, he looks like a Greek statue!' Then without hesitation the father and son wordlessly moved toward each other and embraced. Tears rolled down their checks as they touched one another for the first time in four years.

After a couple of minutes, Officer Smith broke into their reunion with the comment: "Mr. Weathers, we need you to check Garret over and sign this form saying that he is in good shape and has no permanent marks nor is injured in any way. Take all the time that you need to be sure that you are satisfied."

The father took another slow look at his son, swallowed hard, and then reached for the form. He signed quickly, and handed the clipboard containing the form back to the officer.

Smith then turned to Garret saying: "We have some basic clothes for you to wear home. Understand that since you are now a free citizen, you cannot go naked in public like you could when you were a slave. See if these things will fit you. I think that we have the right sizes."

Officer Branch produced a package wrapped in brown paper and handed it to the still naked boy. Garret opened it to find a white tee-shirt, a pair of belt-less khaki board shorts, and a pair of sandals of the kind that are often called 'flip-flops'. Garret fingered the soft cotton material and started to pull on the shorts. The feeling of wearing clothes for the first time in four years was strange.

"As soon as you have dressed, come over here and sit at the table with your father and me. We have some instructions for you before you are released," instructed Officer Smith.

Officer Branch took the wet towel and the recycling box from the desk and prepared to leave, his part in the out-processing done.

The now dressed Garret turned to the officer and said: "Sir, thank you for everything."

"Don't mention it. Just don't let me see you back here again," grinned Branch as he opened the door and left the room.

Instructions

"Garret, adjusting to life in the free world after four years as a slave is going to be a challenge. Not going naked out in public is only one of the things that you are going to have to do. I need to go over a few of the more obvious ones with you."

"While as a slave you could pretty much urinate where ever you happened to be, you will have to adjust to using a toilet again. Likewise, you have received enemas and not had to defecate. Unless you parents want to continue giving you daily enemas, which I doubt, you will need to re-learn how to relieve yourself as well."

"Like most boys who have been enslaved, you are also probably wondering about your ability to have an erection. The fact that you have been 'milked' for the past four years has kept your penis flaccid so that you have not had any seminal fluid or the ability to have an erection. Over the next week or so, this will change and you will again start to have erections and feel a desire to masturbate which your file here indicates that you were doing at the time that you were enslaved. I would recommend that your father have a talk with you about how to handle your desire to masturbate as well as where and when it can be done in your home."

Bill Weathers sat there stunned. Neither he nor his wife had considered the things that the officer was discussing. Yet, these things were obvious once you really thought about it. The father even remembered that Garret and he had never talked about sex before his enslavement and that he had no idea how much the boy now knew.

Garret, for his part, sat there relieved that he was soon going to be able to have an erection. Feeling his own penis in the shower for the first time in four years and having nothing happen had unnerved the boy about his sexual future.

"That leaves us with just one more important detail," said Officer Smith. "Effectively, you dropped out of school in the sixth grade. You can't just drop back in at the tenth grade level. Additionally, you have had minimal use of your reading and math skills over the past four years. The county has set up an alternative school for newly released former slaves. While we can't force you to enroll there, I would strongly encourage you to do so. They are equipped to help you catch up with the other boys and girls in your age group. Most of those who elect to attend this school are able to rejoin their classmates in one semester. Here's the name and phone number of Jean Brown. She's the Dean of Students there. Call her about getting enrolled. Any questions?"

Bill and Garret Weathers exchanged looks and then the father said to the officer. "No, I think I have it," Garret then added: "I think that I should attend that school. I want to catch up and graduate from school."

"That's a good start," said Officer Smith.

"One more thing. I'm a psychologist. I would like to see you back here in a month as part of your adjustment to the free world. Here's my card. I have set up an appointment for you. If that doesn't work out for you, give me a call and we will reschedule."

With that the officer stood and said. "I guess that's it. You are free to go," Garret and his father also stood. Officer Smith then shook hands with the boy's father. Then he turned to Garret and extended his hand. The boy slowly reached out his own hand and for the first time in his young life he shook the hand of another man. Then Officer Smith opened the door and the father and the son walked out of the room, down the hall, and out of the building to Bill Weather's waiting car.

II. Readjustment

The Road Home

"Dad, don't you have a cage for me to ride in?" the boy asked.

The boy's father was shocked. More than anything, this brought home to him Officer Smith's warning about not taking anything for granted in his son's behavior after having been a slave for four years. Bill Weathers struggled to compose himself before as calmly as he could manage answering "Garret, you're free now. Free boys don't ride in cages. Just get in the car on the passenger side up front beside me. Oh, and don't forget to buckle your seatbelt."

The ride from the slave processing center to the Weathers residence was passed in silence. Garret for his part was taking in the sights along the road without having to worry about being struck by a guard for not keeping his eyes downcast and straight ahead. Bill Weathers was busy driving and, after his now freed son expecting to ride home in a cage, trying to figure out just how much the boy had forgotten about how to behave as a free boy while serving as a slave for the past four years. 'That doctor was right, we can't expect to treat him like any other sixteen year-old boy,' the father thought to himself as they drove along the city's streets.

Before long, the car turned into the street where the Weathers lived in a comfortable ranch style house in the suburbs. Their home was built of salmon-colored brick with a hipped roof in a dark shade of brown that complemented the color of the brick. The house was neatly landscaped with a six-foot [[1.80 m] high western red cedar privacy fence around the backyard. The family's one concession to luxury was a swimming pool that was completely enclosed by the privacy fence.

Bill Weathers brought the car to a stop in the driveway and he and his son got out. Garret stood there for a full minute just taking in the home that he had last seen four years earlier in happier times. Then the two of them slowly climbed the two steps to the small front porch as the front door was suddenly opened by Mary, Garret's mother.

"Garret," she said with a quiver in her voice and rushed forward to embrace her son. The boy and his mother stood there on the small front porch while tears ran down their cheeks. Bill joined his wife and son in a big hug and then the family moved slowly into the house.

Once in the front hall, Mary Weathers wiped away the tears and nervously said, "We've kept your room pretty much as you left it. Of course, we got rid of all of your old clothes since we knew that they wouldn't fit you anymore. The authorities gave us your sizes so we bought a few tee shirts and pairs of shorts and a pair of low-rise tennis shoes for you, but we'll take you shopping tomorrow or whenever you feel up to it."

Garret was struggling not to cry. So he said, "Is it OK if I go and take a look at my room?"

"Yes, of course," answered his father. "Come on back to the kitchen when you've finished. Your mother has made some of your favorite things for dinner and I am sure that she will want to see how you like them. We'll eat at the kitchen table."

The Weathers home was all on one floor so it was only a quick walk down the hall to the relatively small room that Garret had vacated four years earlier. When he reached the door, he stopped and stood there remembering every detail. There was still the small TV on a night stand along the wall across from the end of a single bed and at one side a desk and reading lamp where he used to do his homework and beside that a dresser and mirror. A baseball poster was on the wall by the bed. Garret recalled that he had been proud of that poster because it featured the 'rookie of the year' the year in which he had gone away. He walked over to the closet and noticed that his ball, glove, and bat were still there on the shelf above the clothes rack just where he had left them. However, only three pair of board shorts were all that were hanging on the hangers in the closet along with a pair of low rise tennis shoes on the floor. Garret stooped and picked up the tennis shoes and walked over and sat on the bed where he exchanged the flip-flops that the slave processing center had given him for the tennis shoes. They felt strange after four years of wearing heavy work boots but were more comfortable than the flip-flops.

A First Civilian Meal

Garret looked at the beans and then reached out with his hand and scooped up handful which he then crammed into his mouth with some getting on his face and some spilling onto the table. Both parents sat there wide-eyed and stunned. Garret looked at them and couldn't understand what the problem was. What they didn't know was that Garret had spent the last four years eating slop out of a trough. It had been nourishing slop designed to keep a slave fit, but never the less it was gray, tasteless slop. It had the consistency of oatmeal and had been served without anything with which to eat it.

Bill Weathers turned to his wife and haltingly said, "Mary, the doctor at the slave processing center said that Garret would have forgotten a lot about civilian life and not to expect him to behave like what we would expect from a normal sixteen year-old boy. I think that we have just seen a good example of that." Then turning to the boy, he said, "Garret, civilians eat things like beans with a fork or maybe with a spoon. See that thing on the left side of your plate? That's a fork. Pick it up in your hand and use it to scoop up a small quantity of beans and put them in you mouth without getting any on your face or on the table, OK? You need to just scoop up only as much as you can easily get in your mouth at one time. No one will try to take them away from you. Just take as much time as you need to eat."

Garret turned slightly red as he now remembered what a fork was and how it was to be used. Picking it up, he then slowly did as his father had instructed and was then able to eat a small mouthful of barbequed beans without spilling any on the table or getting any on his face. However, like most slave boys, he continued to keep the arm that he was not using to feed himself around his plate so that he would be prepared to protect his plate, in case someone did indeed try to take it away from him as might have been the case when he was still a slave.

Game Time

"There's a game on television between the Black Sox and the Titans tonight. I thought that you might want to see it. As I recall, you always were a Black Sox fan," Bill said to his son. "Come on and join me on the couch and I'll see if the game is ready to start."

Bill sat down in his favorite chair while Garret curled up on the couch as his father used the remote to activate the television. The announcer was still talking about the game which had not yet started when Garret turned to his father and asked: "Is it alright if I take off my shoes?"

"Sure," said his father, "You can do whatever you want."

At that, Garret untied his tennis shoes and kicked them off. He then stood up and peeled off his tee shirt. He then reached for the waistband of his shorts when his father stopped him with "What are you doing?"

"I was going to take these clothes off and get comfortable," said the boy. "I haven't worn any clothes in four years and these seem unnecessary just to watch TV."

For the second time in one evening, Bill Weathers was stunned. "Garret, that may be, but you can't just 'hang out' nude here in the den. What about your mother? What would she think? In the civilian world, you might do that if you were living with just another guy and you were both comfortable with the idea. However, here with your mother and me, I think that you will have to get used to the idea of wearing at least shorts around the house, at least when your mother is around."

"Oh," said Garret. "I didn't realize that it mattered. After all, for the past four years I have been seen naked by all sorts of men and women as well as children and nobody seemed to mind when we were working on the county roads."

"Well, there are some things that are different in the civilian world. Legally, you can be naked in your own home and in places like our swimming pool, so long as it is fenced and people can't see you from the street or from next door, but you can't go around nude in public without getting arrested. That's the law. Tell you what, you can leave off your shirt and shoes, but keep your shorts on and let's enjoy the game. Is that OK?"

"Sure, Dad, whatever you say," said the teenager as he settled back onto the couch as the game began.

Bed Time

"At least we have one of our boys back," she said wiping a tear from her eye as she put down the scrapbook. "Garret, let's get you fixed in your room. I've made up the bed."

Thinking about the earlier experiences of the evening, Bill asked his son, "Have you been using a toothbrush while in prison?"

"Yes," responded Garret. "The authorities wanted to minimize the amount of money that they spent on dental work. Strange as it may seem, they made sure that we brushed regularly."

"Well, we have a new toothbrush for you in the hall bathroom. You can brush your teeth there and use the bath room before we go to bed," said his mother by way of a response.

Bill turned to his wife and said, "I think that I ought to see about getting Garret ready for bed, after all it has been a long day for him and there might be other questions that need to be taken care of between a boy and his father." With that Bill turned and led Garret down the hall to the hall bathroom where he waited while the boy brushed his teeth. Then they proceeded on to Garret's own room.

Once in the room, Garret went over and sat on the bed and took off his tennis shoes. Then he stood up and pulled off his tee shirt for the second time that evening. This time, the father made no protest as his son pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. The boy then paused for a moment and stretched before he scratched his naked butt for a moment while looking at what to him was his new bed. His father could not know what a treat sleeping alone in a real bed was going to be for Garret after sharing a mat in a cage with anywhere from six to ten other boys for the past four years.

For the second time in a day, a lean sun-bronzed and very nude Garret now stood in front of his father. Getting used to having an almost five foot eight inches tall [1.70 m] son was something that Bill Weathers himself at five foot ten [1.80 m] was still processing. The fact that his son was now almost a foot [30 cm] taller than when he had reported to the authorities to begin his sentence four years earlier would take some time for the father to absorb.

Old Friends

"Mom, can I have some milk? I don't think that have had any since I, er…, went away," replied Garret stumbling over what to call his long absence from home.

"By the way, your old friend, Mark Davis, still lives over on Maple Drive. He asked if he could drop by later today to see you. I told him that I thought that would be alright. I also told him that I would get you to give him a call and set up a time for later this morning, if that's alright with you. He's the only one of your old friends who has asked about you regularly since you went away. Bill Marshall did for awhile, but he and his family moved away last year. Oh, and Penny Williams still lives next door. You will probably get to see her when you are outside," continued his mother.

Garret ate his food slowly savoring every bite. "That would be nice. I'll give him a call after breakfast," her son replied.

'Yes, I remember Mark and Bill,' he thought to himself. They were the other two boys who had been with him when he broke the store window that led to his spending four years as a slave. Neither Mark nor Bill had ever been identified nor came forward to admit to any kind of involvement in the incident leaving Garret to bear the full responsibility and the punishment alone.

And Penny Williams, yes, he remembered her too. Last Spring, she had been with a group of other girls from his old school on some sort of school picnic in a park where his slave brigade was working cleaning out a ditch. Penny had been the leader of the group as they laughed and giggled and ate sandwiches and drink cokes while Garret and the rest of the naked slave boys had been on display for what to him seemed like the girls' personal amusement. Having a group of school girls that you know compare your naked body and even your penis to those of other boys in the brigade while you could do nothing about it was the height of embarrassment, even after more than three years as a slave. Yes, he remembered Penny Williams.

"Your father had a meeting with some friends this morning but will be back before lunch," continued his mother. "I need to go to the beauty parlor. I don't know if you remember or not, but I get my hair done on Saturday mornings. If you get Mark to come over this morning, that would give the two of you a couple of hours to visit and maybe use the pool before either your father or I get back. Would that be alright with you?" she asked, while producing some hot toast from the toaster.

A Visit with Mark

About 9:30, Garret's mother departed for the beauty parlor. Garret then went to his parent's bathroom and found the supplies that he was looking for and took them with him out to the swimming pool behind the house. He then stripped off his clothes enjoying the morning sun on his naked body. Slowly, he entered the Weathers family pool. The pool itself was only about four feet [1.2 m] deep but was 35 ft. [11 m] long. This made it good for short laps of exercise swimming as well as for children to play in it. Garret had known how to swim when he had become a slave. While it was something that he had not had the opportunity to do for the past four years, he felt sure that he could still do it, but wanted to be certain. Soon a few strokes became a few laps and then he heard a knocking at the gate and a familiar voice saying: "Hey, Gare is that you in the pool? Let me in and I'll join you."

Garret swam over to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out. He shook off the excess water and still naked and dripping went toward the gate saying: "Mark, just a minute and I'll let you in."

The naked teenager unlocked the privacy fence gate and opened it for his old friend. Mark was admittedly surprised to see a 5 foot 8 inch [1.70 m] sun-bronzed, hairless, and very naked Garret greeting him at the gate to the pool. Of course they had shared pool time naked several times when they were younger, but it was still a surprise to see how much Garret had grown since Mark had last seen him.

"Pull off your clothes and let's enjoy the pool and the sun and catch up," said Garret. "The authorities didn't want us to have any body hair so it's going to take awhile for mine to grow out, in case you're wondering why I don't have any," he continued.

"Err, uh, well, yes," stammered Mark. "I was kind of wondering about that."

Mark Davis then peeled off his tee shirt and kicked off his tennis shoes before pulling down and stepping out of his shorts. Unlike Garret, he was also wearing a pair of light blue boxers which also soon joined the rest of his clothes on a lawn chair beside the pool.

At sixteen years of age Mark Davis had matured quite a bit since Garret and he had hit the ball through that store window that resulted in Garret becoming a naked slave for four years. Mark was now 5ft. 10in. tall [1.80 m]. From his participation in school athletics, Mark's chest was well developed as were his shoulders. This was complimented by his flat stomach with well-developed abs that had produced a noticeable six-pack. The brown pubic bush that surrounded his three inch [7½ cm] penis was thick and dense while a pronounced happy trail that ran up from his pubic hair to his naval. His legs were quite hairy and under his arms there were noticeable wisps of hair.

Garret looked at his boyhood friend and could not help but wonder if he would have looked like this if slavery had not robbed him of body hair. Mark looked at his friend and thought how good-looking Garret had become over the past four years in slavery. Then the two moved hesitantly towards each other. Suddenly they were together and in each others arms. Their mouths found one another and there was a long passionate kiss. Neither family knew that Garret and Mark had been experimenting sexually when the incident occurred that had separated them for four years. While Garret had been forced to be celibate for those four years, Mark had continued to experiment with other men and boys. For Mark's part, he had known for the past couple of years that he was definitely gay. He had hoped that Garret was too, but had no way of knowing what he had experienced while enslaved or what his sexual orientation would be once released. This kiss was certainly an indication that he had not been forgotten.

The two naked teens stood there in the morning sunlight and held each other in their arms just enjoying the moment. Then Garret pulled away just enough to look Mark in the face.

"Mark, I've been a naked slave for the past four years. My penis has been locked up in a plastic sheath. Yesterday when I took a shower at the slave processing center just before I was released was the first time in four years that I could even touch it, much less jerk off or have any kind of sex. Even now, seeing you and wanting you, I won't be able to get it up for another week until my body builds up the ability to get hard. You see, they have been 'milking' me and draining off all of my cum so that I have nothing left with which to get hard, even if, like now, I wanted to get hard."

"However, I haven't been totally devoid of sex for the past four years. Some of the guards at the prison like to have fun with the slave boys by sticking their dicks up the asses of the boys that interest them. That's where being 'good-looking' by their standards can be bad. I must have been considered 'good-looking' since I was singled out regularly to please several of the guards. Of course having your dick encased in a plastic sheath and having been milked dry means that you get no pleasure yourself out of an encounter with a guard. You just get used and used and used again until you feel that your ass is a tunnel and not your own."

Mark looked at Garret with tears in his eyes. "I didn't know," was his only reply.

Garret reached behind Mark and emerged with a pair of scissors. "Mark, I think that I love you, but I want you to experience some of what I went through since you were spared any punishment for the broken store window that resulted in my four years as a slave. Lie back on the table. You're going to have a little grooming session with me before I have sex with you." With that, Garret slowly pushed Mark backward until his lover was lying on his back on the poolside table.

"OK, Gare, I guess I owe you that," was the other boy's reply.

Then the former slave took his father's bathroom scissors and carefully began to shear off Mark's pubic hair. After making short work of Mark's dense bush, Garret produced shaving cream and lathered up his friend's crotch and arm pits as well as smearing some on this lower abdomen. Garret had little experience with a razor, but he moved carefully and effectively shaving off Mark's body hair. In what seemed like only moments, Mark was completely devoid of hair below his neck.

Gone was Mark's thick dense pubic bush. His flaccid three inch penis [7½ cm] and plump ball-sac were now much more noticeable by the lack of hair growing around them. His prominent happy trail was also gone. His legs were still quite hairy but under his arms there was no longer any sign of the wisps of hair that had earlier been visible. As Mark ran his hand down his now baby-smooth body, he struggled to remember the last time he had been this bare and smooth.

"Stand up and bend over the table. Then spread your legs," commanded Garret. Mark struggled to his feet and did as he was told. Once the teen was in position over the table, Garret produced a plastic vibrator that he had last seen only a few days before his imprisonment when he had "accidentally" discovered it in his parents' bathroom. Slowly he inserted it into his friend's rectum.

"I just want you to know what it felt like every time I was a guard's plaything," said Garret as he eased the hard plastic into his friend. Once the vibrator made contact with Mark's prostate, Garret flipped the switch in its base and it began its dance in his friend's virgin butt. Mark gasped as he felt both pain and pleasure at the same time. "Garret, pull it out. I get the picture," pleaded his friend.

"No, I want you to understand what I went through while you were home enjoying life as a free teen here in the suburbs. Now that you are hairless and having something up your ass, I want you to understand what I went through. I am just sorry that I can't lock up your dick for even an hour or so while you get the complete picture or have you go out to the street and dig a hole while girls like Penny Williams and her friends stand there giggling and comparing your naked body and your dick to those of the other slave boys in your work detail and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it."

Garret started to cry with all the pent up emotions and frustrations of having been a slave for four years. Mark could hear the sobs and struggled to stand. Gaining his feet, he reached behind him and turned off the vibrator. Then he eased it out of his butt and laid it on the table. Next he reached out and took a still sobbing Garret in his arms. He held Garret tight while his friend sobbed out the last of his frustrations.

When the sobs subsided, Mark brushed his friend's hair and then pushed him back just enough so that he could look him directly in the face. Then Mark said: "I still love you Garret Weathers. I'm sorry that you had to suffer alone, but you're free now. You still have time to build a normal life for yourself and I would still like to be your friend and a part of that life, if you'll let me.

Garret looked his friend and lover in the face and kissed him again for the second time that morning and sighed. "I'm alright now, Mark." He said. "I'm going to work hard and go back to school and make something of myself. I have had a lot of time to think about this while naked and digging ditches. I want to become a lawyer and help other kids like me that are having their lives interrupted and in many cases ruined by this slavery crap."

"I'm sure that you will," was the answer from his friend.

More Than a Visit

Mark noticing that Garret had remained 'soft' looked down at his friend's limp dick and asked, "What's the matter, Gare? You really turn me on, but I don't seem to be doing the same for you? I thought that you were glad that we could be together."

"It's that damn milking. At the prison, they drain you of all your ability to get hard. They told me at the out-processing that it might take a week for me to be able to have an erection now that they were no longer going to be milking me on a regular basis."

"Really?" said Mark. "Let's see what we can do about that." Slowly, he eased himself off the chaise lounge and down onto the pool deck on his knees. The naked youth then reached up with both hands and parted Garret's legs so that his friend's hairless penis was fully exposed and right below his face. His eyes met Garret's in a clear but determined gaze that spoke volumes of desire. Still nothing happened. Then, Mark leaned over and took his friend's still limp penis in his mouth and slowly rolled it around in his mouth with his tongue. Then he slowly sucked on it. At that moment, if Garret could have cummed, he would have shot a stream at least a foot high.

Then it happened, Garret's male member started to get hard. Garret couldn't believe it as he felt for the first time in four years the forgotten tingling sensation that meant that he was responding to sexual stimuli. Slowly his penis swelled to its full six inches [15 cm] of erection. For the first time in four long years, Garret Weathers had an erection!

Mark looked up at his friend's face. Then he stopped sucking on Garret's dick and pulled his mouth away from the now hard penis. Mark grimed and said, "I think that last milking must not have done all that it was supposed to do or else they stopped before they got it all or maybe you're just glad to see me." Both boys laughed out loud. Then they embraced for a long time before continuing to explore each other's bodies.

Meeting the Neighbor Lady

Both boys were still naked by the pool. To Garret, it did not matter that he was naked. After all he had been naked for the past four years and his father had told him that it was legal to be nude in your own home and yard, provided you did not let the neighbors or people passing by see you. Mark, on the other hand, was not used to being nude around others and certainly not around someone's mother and who knows else. He frantically fumbled around for his shorts. Finding them, he scrambled to get them on as the voices got louder and more importantly closer.

"I think that Garret is out by the pool. Come on back and you can meet him. I am sure that you can say hello before you head over to your place." Garret's mother was heard to say to the other person on the other side of the privacy fence.

"If you are sure it's alright," responded the other voice.

About then, the latch rattled and the fence gate opened. Ethel Clark, the Weather's middle-aged spinster neighbor-lady came through the gate followed closely by Mary Weathers. Ethel stopped short at the sight of Garret. In fact Mary almost fell over her.

Both women were 'bug-eyed' at the sight of Garret. None more so than Ethel who had never seen a nude man before in her life much less than an Adonis like Garret. She felt weak in the knees and something moist between her legs as she looked across only a few feet of space at a lean sun-bronzed and very nude Garret. Even his mother had not seen him naked until now and was having trouble absorbing that this was the same boy that had reported to the authorities at age twelve to begin his sentence four years earlier.

For his part, Garret had decided to take it all in stride. "Hi, Mom. Who's this?" he said as he advanced toward the stunned and embarrassed women. "Hello, I'm Garret Weathers. I don't believe that we have met."

III. School Daze

New Beginnings

The school itself was housed in a former junior high school building that had been replaced only two years earlier with a new building a few blocks away. The two story brick building was probably fifty years old but Garret remembered from his orientation tour that it had a nice gym and even an indoor swimming pool that made it ideal for adaptation as an alternative school.

Still, the schedule that the guidance councilor had given him seemed a little strange to him. There were only four classes during the school day, English, math, science, and physical education. All were an hour and a half long with a fifteen minute break between the two morning classes followed by lunch with the same routine repeated in the afternoon. The councilor had explained that the object of this alternative school was to catch boys like him up to speed so that they could re-enter the regular school system where they would have been if they had not spent times in the prison system. As a result, the English, math, and science classes would be conducted as an immersion in those subjects. The physical education class was intended to allow the boys to keep in shape and blow off steam as a way of working off their long simmering frustrations that stemmed from their imprisonment.

When Garret entered his first class, he found that he was one of fifteen students in the classroom. The other boys ranged in age from thirteen to seventeen and had all spent time in the prison system. The fact that their terms had ranged anywhere from a year to five years as slaves before being released was something that he would only learn over the next few weeks as he got to know them.

Things went fairly smoothly for the first day of classes. The main difference from regular school was in the introductions. Each student was required to stand, give their name, state how much schooling they had completed before their imprisonment, how long they had spent in prison, and the reason that they had been imprisoned. For Garret, English, math, and science came first followed by physical education as his last course of the day.

Only when he got to PE did the fact that he was not in a regular school become apparent. The councilor had said that he would not need any gym clothes for PE, but had not said why. Until then, that seemed strange to Garret.

Physical Education Class

"Gather round and take a seat on the benches." The coach called out in a firm voice that was loud enough to be heard above the voices of the fourteen teenagers now filling the gym. "I'm Coach Hart and I will be your PE teacher this term. Listen up as I call your name," he intoned as he began to call out the names of the boys on the benches.

Once that was out of the way, the coach added. "Most of what we will do here in PE will be contact sports. I know that all of you have spent a lot of time at hard physical labor and that you need to work off your frustrations. Otherwise, you could easily be tempted to lose control and get into a fight or do something even more serious. So, here's what we are going to do. We are not going to have any gym clothes for this class because you are going to be doing your PE in the nude just like when you were recently working as part of the slave brigades. The administration feels that being nude should allow you to play hard and relax. Sure, that's not what you will be doing out there with the rest of the free world or even in regular school once you have rejoined your year group, but this should ease your way back into everyday, free life."

At first there was a dead silence. The fourteen boys seemed shocked and then there were a series of low chuckles and then some laughs. Finally, the sounds of "Ok!" and "Great!" punctuated the air as they all realized that they could drop their studied efforts to blend into society and just relax and have some fun.

Coach Hart continued "Now, I want all of you to go into that locker room over there and strip off everything and put your clothes in the lockers marked with your names and be back out here in five minutes. Let's get going. Dismissed."

Fourteen boisterous boys whooped it up as they ran into the locker room and started stripping off their school clothes. In less than the five minutes that the coach had allowed, all fourteen naked boys were back at the benches at the side of the gym and waiting eagerly for the next instructions from the coach. Even Garret thought that this was more like it as he stood there naked awaiting instructions on whatever games the coach had in mind for them to play that day.

"I thought that we would start off with a little grappling to see how you guys handled contact sports. I'm going to pair you up with each other so that each pair is composed of two guys who are about the same size. Raise your hands as I call out your names." Coach Hart then worked his way through the class list calling off names. When he got to Garret, he said: "Weathers and Martin, you're together." Garret raised his hand to acknowledge that he had heard the coach. At the same time another boy at the other end of the group also raised his hand.

Like Garret, Greg Martin was also sixteen but stood five foot ten [1.80 m.] and weighed 170 lbs. [77 kg] compared to Garret who stood five foot eight [1.70 m] and weighed 165 lbs. [75 kg]. Greg was one of those boys who had suffered a lot being nude on the slave gang in as much as he was auburn haired and had that white skin with freckles that doesn't tan much at all. Even now, only his freckles added color to his otherwise white skin. They were most apparent on his arms and shoulders and across the top of his chest. Even his nipples were pink rather than brown like most of the other boys in the class. After being terribly sunburned his first week on the road gang, the authorities had decided to use him in the warehouse loading and unloading freight and supplies to keep him out of the sun. From this hard work, Greg's chest was well developed as were his shoulders. All of the lifting and loading had produced particularly large biceps so that his arms were the first thing that you noticed about him. This was complimented by his flat stomach with well-developed abs that had produced a noticeable six-pack. His five and a half inch [14 cm] penis and hanging ball-sac were testimony to the fact that he was almost completely grown.

He stood there and looked at Garret with a disdainful look that seemed to say "I can kick your scrawny butt any day of the week."

"Weathers and Martin. You two take the center mat and the rest of you crowd around. I want to demonstrate some things before you start," said Coach Hart. The two lanky teens walked to the middle of the center mat and slowly circled each other trying to intimidate the other by 'looking tough'. The other twelve naked boys crowded around the edge of the mat waiting to see what the coach had to say.

Coach Hart stepped between the two boys who were circling in the center of the mat and began to explain his idea of grappling. He told the class that they would start with clinch work and how it takes place with both competitors on their feet. Using Garret and Greg he demonstrated the various clinch holds that can be applied to the upper body of the opponent. He then stressed how clinch work is generally used to set up or defend against throws or takedowns. Then he proceeded to discuss takedowns and throws before discussing submission holds and pinning. All this while, the coach continued to use Garret and Greg as live mannequins to demonstrate throws and takedowns. Both boys had begun to sweat with the exertion. Additionally, the bodily contact caused them both to slowly get erections so that the more that they were used to demonstrate things, the harder they got. By the time that the coach was finished with his lecture, Garret and Greg both had fully erect penises that were as hard as marble.

For his part, Coach Hart ignored the boys' aroused state. He had seen it many times before and in fact got a kick out of seeing how his naked charges reacted to their first contact sports since serving time in the slave brigades.

Garret and Greg continued to glare at each other across the mat. Finally, the coach finished his lecture and said: "Let's see what we can do. Martin and Weathers, you're up." The two naked boys faced each other and assumed the required crouching stance. Coach Hart blew his whistle signaling the start of the match. For what seemed to Garret like a long time, they circled slowly sizing each other up. Then Greg was the first to act. He rushed at Garret trying to take him down. Garret tried to sidestep the attack but was not fast enough. Greg managed to get him in an arm lock and quickly used one leg to throw Garret off balance. The resulting takedown found both boys on the mat with Greg on top of Garret. This left Greg in a position able to manipulate his opponent. However, Garret struggled and countered lifting Greg off-balance just enough to roll him onto his side. In a flash the tables were turned and Garret was on top of Greg's back. Since both boys were naked this left Garret with his hard penis up against Greg's lower back. Sweat lubricated both boys and added to the erotic effect this was having on each of them.

Garret's hard penis slid down Greg's lower back and across his crack. Both boys had experienced being used for sex while in the prison system. Garret tried to hold back his own arousal from the situation and concentrate on pinning the taller boy. Unbeknownst to Garret, Greg had been repeatedly sodomized by the county workers even having to endure on several occasions what was little more than a gang rape by the whole prison warehouse staff. As a result of this trauma, Greg harbored a secret fear of being raped by another man. Now pinned under Garret, Greg reacted in horror from the thought that he was about to be raped in front of the assembled group of former slaves as well as the coach. Furiously, he tapped the mat signaling his submission.

Coach Hart blew his whistle signaling the end of the match. Then he pointed out to the class how each boy could have done a better job and how Greg in particular could have avoided tapping-out.

Then he had the other twelve boys pair off with their own partners and demonstrate their own techniques. By the time that he had finished with these additional matches, it was time to hit the showers.

Garret and Greg, who had been observing the other matches, brought up the rear of the group headed for the showers.

Garret stopped short of the shower room and turned to the other boy saying, "Greg, you didn't think that I was going to rape you back there did you?"

Greg regarded Garret from downcast eyes and responded, "I didn't know what to think. I was abused so much when I was a slave that I hate the very thought of being raped by another man. If it hadn't been for that, I might have taken you. I just freaked out."

Garret reached out and gripped the taller boy by the arm. "Greg, while I was a slave I was abused too. Maybe not as much as you, but I know what you mean. I could never sexually force myself on someone else. This is supposed to be the beginning of a new life for us, one which is supposed to be like the rest of the free world out there. Can we be friends instead of potential enemies? You look out for me and I will look out for you. What do you say?" With that Garret extended his hand.

Greg smiled and reached out his own hand and shook Greg's. Then he said, "Come on Garret, we don't want to smell like a couple of slave boys when we hit the streets." With that they headed toward the showers and the beginning of a new friendship.

IV. Ten Years Later

Judge Mildred Stone entered her courtroom as the bailiff intoned: "All rise, court is now in session. The honorable Mildred Stone presiding."

A middle-aged woman with white hair tied back severely in a bun and wearing the black robe of a judge walked into the court room and mounted the judge's bench. "First case" said the judge.

"The state versus Tyler Smith, your honor. A case of public vandalism."

"I see that the prosecution is represented by Assistant State's Attorney James Whitney. Who represents young Mr. Smith?" questioned the judge.

"I do, your honor. Garret Weathers for the defense," stated Garret looking across the room to where his beaming partner sat, his childhood friend, and now his lover, Mark Davis.

The End and the Beginning