Pony Boy Bitch Ch 01

This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission.

Barbara and Bill Fullman's lives were turned upside down when their 22 year old son, Kevin, was convicted of selling drugs to minors. Because of the number of children adversely affected by the sale, the sentence was stiff. Kevin was given the option of either 20 years imprisonment or 18 years as an indentured drayage servant.

Kevin chose indenturement, and was purchased by a drayage servitor training company, The Strayton Brothers, from Fresno, California. The Strayton Brothers had no room in their training program until two months in the future, and under special arrangement and bail with the government, Kevin was allowed to live at home with his parents in Oakland, California, until entering training.

Soon after the sentencing, Kevin's two younger brothers, Brian, aged 19, and Peter, 18, began teasing their brother about his upcoming drayage training and service; so much so that Kevin contacted the court and requested to change his sentence to the prison option.

His request was denied.

In an effort to calm their son's fears about the horrors of drayage service, Kevin's parents contacted an old family friend, Grant Knapp, who is the kennel administrator with San Francisco's most prestigious servitor brokerage firm, Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports, in the hope that Grant could set the record straight for their sons on the reality of drayage service.

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As the Fullman family sat down to dinner with their guest, Grant Knapp, Barbara exclaimed, "How nice to have you over, Grant. We should have done this a long time ago!"

Grant smiled, "No excuses, please. I'm just as guilty as you for not trying to get together sooner." Young Peter looked furtively at the handsome Grant. He guessed Grant to be a little younger than his 44 year old father. And he could only restrain himself with difficulty from staring at Grant's tight shirt that revealed a very well-muscled torso. Peter wondered if Grant needed all those muscles in his line of work.

Bill got down to business, "Grant, you know the reason I invited you here. My two youngest boys have been ribbing Kevin endlessly about his being a 'pony boy', as they call it, so much so, in fact, that they have completely unnerved Kevin. So I figured who better to dispel the myths than you; kennel administrator at one of the highest class servant training outfits in the world."

Before Grant could respond, Brian asked, "What exactly is a 'kennel administrator', Grant?"

Grant was happy to answer, "My job is basically to oversee the operations of the housing of the servants in training; make sure each morning and evening that they are all kenneled and accounted for; make sure they have enough space, are fed, have all they need to be happy; and so on."

"When I was hired at Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports a little over 10 years ago, they called my position 'kennel master'. But about 5 years ago they changed the title to 'kennel administrator' in keeping with the trend towards politically correct terminology. You know how it is; you can't go offending slaves by calling them 'slaves'."

Grant let out a laugh, and was surprised and relieved when the entire Fullman family, except Kevin, laughed along with him.

When the laughter subsided, Bill commented, "That sounds like a pretty important job you have over there. You should be able to help Kevin see that what his brothers are saying to frighten him is just a bunch of crap; it's the kinds of things people say about drayage service who have no real knowledge of it."

Grant was honest, "Bill, it's been quite a while since I've dealt directly with drayage servants. As you know, Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle doesn't deal in drayage servitors. However, we sell most of our training rejects to drayage training firms. Our rejects are those boys who, after two months of training, are showing that they are not a good fit for the Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle catalogue. We sell them into drayage only because drayage houses pay the most. Drayage servants are very expensive, and Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports can recover most of their initial investment on the boys by selling them to drayage firms."

Grant looked over Kevin as he spoke, "I currently talk with people in all areas of servitor upkeep and training on a regular basis, so I do get to hear all of the latest developments in drayage servitor husbandry. Some of it should be of interest to you and your family."

Grant, still looking Kevin over in a way that unnerved him, wondered, "So just what's the problem here?"

Mr. Fullman poured himself some coffee, "Brian and Peter have been ribbing Kevin about being a 'pony boy' ever since he chose indenturement as his sentencing option. So much so that he tried to back out of service and accept the alternate sentence. But the court wouldn't allow it once he had signed the papers."

Mr. Fullman shifted, "Grant, I understand that if a brokerage firm is willing to pay the government more than they got from the initial sale of the indentee, then they will allow criminal indentees to shift their training venue. Do you think there's any chance that Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports would be interested in Kevin? I realize they only want top specimens, but Kevin here is a real handsome guy and always has had loads of girls after him."

Kevin felt like an object as Grant again cast his glance on him. Grant offered an assessment. "It's hard to say. He is good looking and does have an attractive shape, but his arms seem a little gangly for someone his age."

"They also consider the crime for which a person was indentured. I tend to think they would refuse someone who's been convicted of selling drugs to minors because few people would want such a person in their house. I know that I wouldn't."

"And usually they only want well-educated, high GPA average types. From what you've told me, Kevin doesn't qualify."

"And the boys have to be nicely sexed. If you would like, you can have him strip for me and I can tell you how he compares with the other boys in the kennels."

The thought of having their older brother strip for an evaluation brought giggles from Kevin's two younger brothers, and their father quickly sought to change the subject. "No, Grant. I think if what you say about GPA is true, then Kevin wouldn't qualify."

Kevin was at once relieved that he wouldn't have to be evaluated, but also disheartened by the news that Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle wouldn't accept him. He had a hard time taking his gaze away from his dinner plate. His mother tried to cheer up her sad son, "Have some more soup, Kevin."

Kevin spoke in a low voice, "I don't want any, Mom."

Grant commented, "And I can see that he has an attitude thing going that wouldn't get him in the front door of Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle."

Kevin did not like Grant Knapp.

Mr. Fullman spoke, "Well, he's usually a good kid, Grant. As you can see, he's quite dispirited right now. That's why I'm wondering if you can help cheer him up a little. Tell him what drayage service is really like. Let him know that the things his younger brothers tease him about are all a bunch of nonsense."

Grant looked at the two younger boys and smiled, "What kind of things have you two boys been telling your brother about drayage service?"

Smiles returned to the faces of Brian and Peter as they began speaking, eager to relate the things they had heard about drayage servants. "They control them as if they were wild animals; with whips and chains." "They keep them in cages." "They're not allowed to talk, or read books." "They oil their bodies, and decorate them like bulls at a fair, with bells and ribbons."

"They get all of their teeth pulled." "They have to work naked and they can't stop to pee. They have to piss all over themselves as they pull carriages." "They stick rods up their asses to control them as they pull carriages." "The carriage drivers snap their whips to control them just like horses and their backs are full of whip marks."

Grant held up his hand, "Hold on. The way you're saying all of those things would scare the shit out of any one!" Grant smiled sheepishly at Mrs. Fullman and apologized for using a naughty word. She dismissed it as nothing, and Grant continued, "No wonder Kevin is terrified. I would be too if I heard that kind of talk."

Little Peter wasn't convinced, "But it's all true! They them keep them naked all the time in the field. People who own them call them 'pasture boys'. And they don't have any teeth because they pull them all so they can fit the bridle in their mouths."

Grant shook his head in the negative, "Wrong. They will not remove all of Kevin's teeth. They'll just be removing the first, second, and third molars, and most of the cuspids."

Kevin, suddenly feeling totally defeated, began to cry, "Oh Daddy, No."

Grant offered comfort, "Don't you worry, son. It won't affect your ability to eat at all. They feed the drayage boys a special diet called a 'horse boy' diet, and it's full of oats, apples, and greens. Your remaining teeth will be able to handle it without any problems. It's a great diet. You'll be as healthy as a mule!" As tears rolled down Kevin's face, Brian spoke again, as well, "They are totally whip controlled, and are not allowed to speak, read books, or listen to music. And they are kept either, tied, bridled, or hobbled at all times."

Grant conceded, "Yes, some of what you say is true, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Pony boys are whip controlled, but that is simply the culture for pony boys or drayage servants. It's no different than regular servants who are usually disciplined and controlled by means of a paddle or a hand spanking instead of a whip. It really doesn't make any difference what they use on them, since if a slave behaves, he doesn't have to be punished. All slaves know that the physical discipline option is available to their owners to use on them. Physical discipline is one of the things one thinks of when one thinks of slaves and slavery, but the fact is discipline is used relatively rarely in this country and in Europe."

"And, again, the no talking rule isn't 100% of the time; nor are they tethered and hobbled all of the time. When the boys are secured in their beds at night, they remove their bridle, chains, and bells. And most places set aside a couple of hours each week when the boys are allowed to recreate with each other and talk."

Kevin got up from his chair and started to hurry out of the room with his face wet with tears. His father wondered, "What's wrong Kevin?"

Kevin didn't answer but just exited. Grant offered Mr. Fullman advice, "I really think it's important that you make him stay and listen to this. It will help him. If he faces reality he will see that things are not quite as bad as he imagines."

Bill agreed, "Brian, would you please go and get your brother. Tell him that Grant is only trying to cheer him up."

As dutiful Brian left to fetch Kevin, Mrs. Fullman offered Grant second servings of the dinner. Grant was pleased, "This is such a wonderful meal, Barbara." Barbara was also grateful, "It's so nice of you to come and help out poor Kevin. He needs cheering up real badly."

When Brian finally escorted Kevin back into the kitchen, almost ten minutes later, his face was dried of the tears, and he appeared to have collected himself.

Grant spoke, "Kevin, your father wants me to help you face the service you're about to enter by offering you a real world perspective on what you can expect both in training and in service."

Kevin was calmly defiant, "Real world perspective! The fact is that most slaves are treated like shit by people like you!"

Kevin's father cautioned, "Kevin, be careful. You've just insulted an old family friend who came here to help you."

Grant was understanding and addressed everyone, "I know it's hard on all of you because of the misinformation that's out there regarding slaves. The fact is; slavery or indenturement as it is practiced in this country is 100% humane and benign. But it is a hot topic because there is so much confusion on the subject, especially regarding drayage service."

Peter almost didn't want to believe that the stories his schoolmates had told him weren't true, and he countered Mr. Knapp one more time by offering more of what he had heard, "It's not true. One of my friends was at a ranch that uses pony boys, and he told me that most of the horse boys had their genitals locked away in big cages on their groins. And he was told that the horse boys get castrated if they misbehave."

Grant answered, "First of all, you have to understand that just as there are thousands of different uses to which drayage servants are put; from mail delivery, carriage pulling, to hauling loads at construction sites; so there are going to be thousands of different ways of maintaining and controlling them. Some drayage servants are chastity caged; but the vast majority of drayage servants are treated just like any other servants. And while castration is an option for horse boys in this state, I can assure you it is almost never done."

Brian, too, had more he wanted to share, "I have a friend who worked for Rob Gaitlin, owner of "Ace Courier Services", and he said that Mr. Gaitlin said that the only way to convince a slave that he is a beast of burden is to treat him like one."

Grant put up a hand, "That is outright nonsense. Bill, Barbara, Kevin, listen to me! It's not like that all."

Grant paused, knowing he was going to have a hard time convincing the Fullman family that the things Brian and Peter had said about drayage service were misleading. "Bill, if you don't mind, I'd like to try something different here and really get through to Kevin by using a tough-love/tough-facts kind of approach. It's the approach we use all of the time on the boys in the kennels. It will allow us to connect with Kevin on a far more personal level in an attempt to debunk some of the myths, and help him to see that common practices used in the husbandry of drayage servants are not as horrible as they sound. It involves us men sitting down with Kevin in the living room and having a real men to boy talk: frank, tough, and loving."

Bill nodded his consent, but Grant wanted to prepare the family, "I have to warn you that what I want to do is kind of like shock therapy. It can seem harsh, but it's effective. It's what we do to the boys in the kennel all the time. But it works, and once we finish Kevin will be a much calmer lad."

Bill again nodded his consent.

Grant smiled at Mrs. Fullman, "Barbara, would that be okay with you? Kevin will be all right, but what I want to do now is use a little 'tough love' on Kevin to help him see how much we care for him. It's the same kind of tough love we use on all of the boys in training to help them understand how special they are. It's very effective. Kevin is acting edgy and defiant now because he feels lost and alone, and I want to help him, along with your husband, Brian, and Peter, to understand that he's not alone, and that we're here to support him in any way that we can."

Mrs. Fullman nodded her head and quickly left the room. Grant stood up, and was soon followed by Mr. Fullman, Peter, and Brian. With all the men standing, Grant held out a hand and walked towards Kevin, "Okay son. Why don't you come along with me and we'll have a seat in the living room."

Kevin protested, "I'm not your son!"

Grant put his hand on Kevin's back in a familiar fashion and started guiding him towards the living room couch, "Son, you just calm down now. Everything's going to be alright."

Kevin's voice rose, angry, "I'm not your fucking son."

Grant guided Kevin towards the couch, "Easy there, big fella! There's no need to use that kind of language. I just want to help you."

When they got to the couch, a very strong Grant had no trouble guiding Kevin to take a seat, and he immediately sat down next to him, so close that their upper legs were side by side. Grant put an arm around Kevin's shoulders. "Now big fella, I want to try and help you look at things objectively." A sneer on Kevin's face was obvious as he tried to back away from the kennel administrator. Grant smiled at Kevin in an attempt to disarm him, "I deal with boys like you every day, and it's my job. I understand how you're feeling."

"No you don't! Get your arm away from me."

Grant moved his face closer to Kevin's, "Don't be afraid of a little love, son. That's what I'm trying to give you. A little love. Just relax and accept it. You're a drayage boy now and we're all trying to help you."

"I don't need help!"

Grant's voice remained soothing, "The reason you're angry now is because you have lost your pride. You feel like a loser, and in an attempt to try and prove that you still control things you are using hostile language. What you need to do, Kevin, is find your pride again, and I want to help you do that."

Kevin looked at his father, "Dad, what is this shit?"

Grant was assertive, "Alright, little guy, that language has to stop. You need to be secure in your new role, and I want to help you do that."

Grant began to unbutton Kevin's shirt. Kevin shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?" and tried to back away.

Grant held Kevin in place as he unbuttoned his shirt and spoke calmly, "Easy there, big fella! Everything's going to be alright."

Kevin pleaded, "Dad, what is he doing?"

Grant answered in the kind of soothing voice one would use on a horse one is trying to calm down. "Everything's going to be okay, fella. Just calm down! I'm taking your clothes off. Now just take it easy and let's do what we have to do."

Kevin tried to back away, "Oh no you're not!"

Mr. Fullman followed the voice tone Grant was using, "Kevin, honey, just do what Mr. Knapp instructs and everything will be okay."

Grant was soft spoken but firm and the muscled overseer easily controlled the pony boy-to-be, "Let's get these clothes off. These are things from your old life, and you'll see that once they come off you really don't need them anymore. You'll feel different once we get you all bare, just like a real pony boy. You'll see that you don't need any of the things that you once thought you needed. Once we get these clothes off you'll feel better. It's time for you to stop trying to be like a free boy, and be proud of your status as a drayage servant."

Once Grant undid the last of the shirt's buttons, he playfully tweaked one of Kevin's tits, "There, let's get the rest of these things off so we can see your belly button and balls."

Kevin hissed, but Grant easily had Kevin bare-chested in no time; and when he started to undo Kevin's trouser button and zipper, Kevin screamed, "You perv fucker, leave me alone or I'll call the cops!"

Grant smiled at Kevin's defiance, "That kind of language isn't going to get you anywhere. Let me get these pants off. You'll see that you don't need these anymore."

When Kevin struggled and swore again, Grant shook his head and looked to Brian, "Brian, could I please have your trouser belt. I need something to help calm this guy down."

Brian was at first hesitant, but then suddenly realized that Mr. Knapp probably knew best, "Sure, Mr. Knapp."

Grant stood Kevin up, holding him securely with one arm, and with his other arm he easily undid and pulled Kevin's trousers and undies down to his ankles. He took the strap Brian handed him.

As Kevin called to his dad for help, Grant laid on the first stroke of the belt with a loud cracking sound. It was followed by a loud squeal from Kevin. Grant tried to verbally sooth the bucking animal boy, "Easy there fella. Take it like a man. This is for your own good, son!" Grant continued to strap Kevin's ass, and Kevin bucked more and more furiously. His trousers eventually came off in all of