BoyMike

Haunted Holidays

PZA 5th Anniversary 2007-2012 Story

Haunting Holiday
"games….. and beyond" or a nightmare made right ?

"Where's Mike," I asked my older brother as I ran around the house. I gave my younger bro a smack in the back of the head for getting in my way… being just 15 while he's only 12 resulted in a whiney yelp as I ran by. Richie and Mike have been best buddies since they were able to crawl and now finally home from bording school for the holiday break he wanted nothing more that fun playtime. It would be five weeks before they had to return to school and they had many holiday gatherings in front of them… full of suprises… plus lots to catch up on since being apart at school. Richie shot under the fence and around the end of the lake to get over to his best friends yard. The families have been neighbors and friends since forever, these two school chums always seemed inseparable. Being close friends the families had left the returning teens in the charge of their older brothers who had been forced to do the chauffeurring back from boarding school while they shopped for the holidays and did some early partying. With Dad's and Mom's gone for most of the day, younger brothers would certainly make pests of themselves to haunt their older siblings… and this was nothing new. The two pre-teen siblings now with the two extra teens would certainly keep the older brothers hopping. Get the hell out of here Tom would always scream and threaten to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Mike as usual was excited and looking for crazy adventures that would shock the neighborhood. What he had in mind would shock their brothers and scare the 'rents too. Having arrived home a few hours before his friend he had a rummaged through his Dad's study and finding some new gear he devised a new game. Mike hoped his friend would be as eager to try it as he was. Immediately, as they hugged and slapped high fives Mike started to spin his tale of suprises with his newly concocted scheme. Both boys got excited as they ran toward the woods and chattered wildly as they dove headlong into the odd game. It was just like they had played Cowboys and Indians when they were younger. Hiding/capture/and rough–housing… BUT today it was Master and slave… for they would become the indentured servants. Mike had found some seemingly old slave collars in his Dad's study and both teens could take turns being the Owner and the slave… or they could do it as both servants.

They felt they could hide on one another or their brothers and continually wreck havoc for their brothers for the whole day. They also needed to keep an eye out for the younger brothers who were always pestering them when they tried to play… alone. The boys fell completely into their suprisingly erotic game…. Even having to parade around naked with just the collar on. Well they were surrounded by some dense woods and the lake.

The time went long into the afternoon and as It did seem the collars got snagged when put on the two friends just kept the cloths on to distinguish Master versus slave when needed. Tied up, getting undressed, leashes for the collars and even rampant erections made the game long hot and sweaty… AND oh so much fun. [Boys will be boys and some slave sucking was in order for the captured friend…and they each enjoyed the play]. Hard dripping boners seemed to keep the boys' attention as they crawled around on leashes when being the slave. The slave seemed to be the most fun for both of the eager teens. They mainly kept themselves hidden from their brothers… for obvious reasons though the older brothers did see them playing around a few times. The older boys finally got pissed at them because no cleanup work got done to prepare for the 'rents return.

No one knew that when the collars were clicked shut that it activated a GPS system and it was meant to keep the newly indentured servant close to the homestead. If the servant wandered it set off a signal and the servant could easily be found and controlled. These devices were sending out their homing signal as the boys had left the home location as set up by Mike's Dad. The slave police had been circling the area for a while now trying to locate the possible runner. They had triangulated their controllers and zoomed in on this neighborhood. They were certain that they were close.

"We’ll teach them a lesson," Mike's brother said as he saw a slave police van roll around the corner… Josh, Mike's older brother, waved over the large white van and started to spin their tale about how two unruly new young slaves had wandered away from doing their work at the house. It would help them and their parents would be very gratefull if the servants could be located and returned. The van also excited the two younger brothers and being only 12 they were under foot from the time the SP's arrived. As the older boys continued their story of new untested and unrestrained servants going missing and how much shit they would suffer from their dad's, both Richie and Mike came round the corner of the house from the woods. Dressed now in short dirty white slave style shorts and ratty T-shirts they ran right over to see what was going on. With the slave collars sending out their signals ans showing under their shirts both boys were easily recognized, grabbed, spun to the ground and and quickly handcuffed.

"A clean catch," voiced the SP sergeant, as he whistled the boys to just hold still. Totally scared out of their wits, both boys froze and remained silent. They felt that they had nothing to hide, as their game was an honest one. Finally shaken out of their fog Richie gasped …we'll be good SIR… as he struggled with an SP’s knee in the middle of his back and his hands cuffed with plastic restrainers.

"It's only a game… IT'S A GAME!! Sir… And we live here."

"Sure, sure it's all fine," Sarg said as he addressed the older brothers… not even listening to the two new servants squirming on the ground. The 12 year olds just stood in awe and as the sight sunk in began to tear up and shake as their older brothers were tied up.

The sergeant took Richie while the new recruit took Mike and easily controlled the cuffed boys. Their collars were then scanned and recorded to check the indentured servants status in the city records. Seconds later the return message on each indicated a real code and noted only blank statistics, which only made for some very confused slave police and it had to be cleared up.

"Thank you for capturing these runners… We’ll take them home now officers," laughed Tom and Josh.

"Sorry guys but there seems to be a major problem as these new servants aren’t recorded in the city system though their collars are activated. They must be held for coding and correct assignment."

"Hey wait we aren’t slaves let us go…" Both boys started to struggle as best they could and scream for help. "Let us go… get away from me… you bastards… My Dad will kick your butts… you can't do this… we're in school… it's the holidays."

The SP’s quickly reached into their belts and brought out weird contraptions… which were easily slid into the yelling boys mouths and with a small twist they spread open forcing the teens mouths wide and clamped their tongues down… effectively silencing them and making any remarks undistinguishable. Richie and Mike still squirmed, groaned and started to drool all over the guards as they tried to hold them. This got the SP’s mad as hell so out came the belts and the two got four or five good swats to get them under control. Richie and Mike now lay on the ground crying, shaking from head to toe. They continued to drool on the grass as their mouths were forced wide open, all the while the SP’s continued talking to the older boys to sort out the problem. The younger boys started to cry and were quickly grabbed up by their big brothers.

"It;s OK guys we'll sort this out."

"Look officers, these kids are just our brothers… playing some weird, kinky, foolish games." Josh and Tom started to try and help their younger brothers to stand up.

"Now now, wait a minute guys," directed the SP’s… "HEY NOW, stand back… Right now!! move it kids or you’ll get the same as these new servants. These are apparently new unprocessed servants and the collars are legitimate control devices in this state. They will have to be processed and be properly recorded in the city system Only a Judge can set or modify any designation. If it a mistake, it can be fixed… if its a JOKE it will be handled severely… if they are newly indentured we'll get it sorted out."

The officers sensed a problem arising with the young men and immediately pulled out their stun wands to gain full control of the situation. Everyone froze and my brother backed up quickly. I saw him shiver and a tear fell on his cheek.

"Come on, My dad can… he can explain all this shit … please, please this is my brother and his friend is this guy's brother. You can’t do this."

"Tell it to the judge," was all the SP ’s said as they pushed us to the van’s side door. After opening the door, we were pushed up close and bent over so that our chests were laying on the floor of the van. Since we had filthy baggy shorts on, these were easily slid down our legs and pulled completely off leaving the two of us naked from the waist down with just sneakers on. These were pulled off as well leaving us in just T-shirts. Quick work with scissors had us totally naked in less that a minute. Scared and trembling, I lost all control and even started to pee down my leg… One officer searched Mike while the other searched me. I cried harder when he pulled and prodded my wiener and nuts but when he put his finger up my bottom I yelled… it hurt and I couldn’t be heard much with the gag in place… just cry, grunt and drool all over the floor in front of me.

We were both quickly shackled onto the van floor by waiting chains and we were off to the Slave Police headquarters and who knows what. As we drove off I saw my brother running toward the house… and hopefully to get Dad.

With it being the day before Thanksgiving the 'Holidays' held off any court hearings, and I just saw my Dad for what seemed a minute during all that time. Mike and I got pulled struggling, crying, gagged and naked into the headquarters as if we were runaways. Our collars were locked on and there was no record of our status in the computers. We quickly found out that it was true - Only a Judge could set, reduce, extend or rarely reverse any indentured slave status, but courts were not in session for at least the next two weeks.

First we saw our Dads but couldn ’t even talk to them (as we were still shackled and gagged for our own protection as we were too unruly). It seemed both Dads were out of control too as they saw us and had to be restrained. Then, as maybe some stern directive was hastily given, we were blindfolded and chained to a bench. Soon we both were moved to a processing unit supposedly just for 'holding' till a ruling could be made.

The 'holidays' took on a full swing for all but Mike and I… and as the guards and processors were slowing down so was the paperwork. Days passed and it seemed everyone lost track of who we were and why we were there. Since our collars reflected unprocessed slaves we were sort of lost in the system. Mike and I were kept kept together but remained without clothes for the entire time. Searched/ cleaned/shaved/medicals/coding/… followed in the hours and days that followed …

Hey wasn’t this still a game? Well be home for Christmas and then after we would need to go back to school. Well in those few weeks… Two young newly indentured servants went from teen virgins to be taught all that’s needed to be house servants and we got all the needed training at being personal slaves to our families. We lost more than innocence in the processing center as guards, guests and other slaves seemed to be hunting for newbies to break in.

Our families were frantic, lawyers were called and they kept trying to see us but couldn’t seem to get things straight. Our older brothers being somewhat involved with this whole nightmare were sent to watch out for us if they could. The younger boys were kept busy and out of the picture so they would not get too upset. The older guys were in the recorded legal papers as the citizens who helped in the capture and return of the misplaced servants and thus were allowed to view the processing… take home the videos that were made of every stage of our humiliation to our parents so they could keep a full record and wait to help if possible… but they could not talk to us. Mike and I got moved again and got deeper and deeper into the system while few were watching during the holidays. Mike and I got recorded as indentured servants/ underage/ unprocessed/ untrained. We were both labeled as available but on hold.

ALL the details of full processing could be seen by our parents and siblings due to our ages. We had volunteered our slavery and all processing was an open book and recorded (and sent to our parents). This would be hard to reverse. By the end of the two weeks we would wind up being transformed/ trained/ & fully processed. We were forced to learn all the slave protocols… and how to serve an owner in all ways… even sexually (being virgins till this point didn’t matter as we were newly indenture servants with no citizen right - ie. slaves).

A sympathetic group official finds two unregistered/unrecorded teen slaves on 'hold'. So on the eve of Christmas, two nude slave boys are returned to their parents, one by each tree in the morning. Gagged, shackled and nipple tagged, both Mike and Richie would be slave boys on loan to our parents till after the New Year and a Judge would then be assigned who could address the issues.

By this time all was haywire, with both of our dads being given summons for aggravated assault by the police and… well there was a need for help during the next few days at the scheduled parties. Family gatherings, neighborhood parties, and all the clean-up necessary might just do us good.

Our fathers and our older brothers took full charge. Mike and I became their full-time servants as well as the household slaves. School was out for the holidays, we did need to be taught a lesson and our families could use the help. We were utilized by the whole family as servants… kept naked and working. Both new indentured servants were paraded, questioned, embarrassed and humiliated in front of everyone including the neighbors and school friends. It was a useful time for two cute naked slaves to be together and to be corrected, punished and to also be of service to their older brothers for service, their younger brothers for teasing and humiliation, cousins, school friends and yes even their dads.

A. Separte chapter segment - for expansion.

The holiday ends and my Uncle suggested that the two 'boys' certainly had enough exposure. Maybe a few days away at his farm would keep us out of trouble, out of sight, and lessen the family humiliation.

• DADS SAY YES!!
• packed for short transport
• close but over state lines
• Security patrol gets involved - again
• more paperwork and agressive measures of control
• added permanent measures for accross state line tranfer
• added humiliation and life changes

Year-end brings on many more problems with finances. The assault charges are addressed and it becomes clear that problems loom close. Mike and Richie still have their slave collars.

Well our indentured servant status does get addressed. Both families with all of the childern were brought into the courtroom. The Judge ruled that as we had made the voluntary move to indenturement, we were both given a year of total servitude and our families will have to be satisfied with our new standing… But we couldn’t be slaves to our own family… could we?

As the court rules on our cases, we are surprised by two SP’s standing next to Tom and Josh.

"Thomas Daniel Richards and Josh Mark Riley… Please come forward."

The SP’s held each of the boy’s arms and directed them forward. "Well now, you two are here for your families, but it does appear you are the direct cause of these proceedings. By falsely accusing your younger brothers and having the authorities arrest and cause to process your own brothers… YOU both have violated the slave protocol guidelines. As this violation is a serious breach of state law, I sentence you both to involuntary slave status …for two years… to begin immediately. Officers, take them into custody and get them presentable for the court. Slaves don’t wear free-mans cloths in my courtroom."

My older brother was stripped naked and collared before we could protest.

C. Does the adventure continue, do we see the light at the end of the tunnel??

ONLY IF THE IMAGINATION & ENERGY LOSES FOCUS!! — Richie and Mike naked except for their collars stood and gasped as their older brothers were forced to endure the humiliation of being stripped and enslaved right there in the court room. They began their two years service and from the words of the judge… it appeared that they would be town owned… not with the family. The room burts out in tears and shouts as the two were made to duck walk past us all and out of the room.

— Mike and I were still slaves and though it was deemed 'voluntary' we had not rights for at least a year. The Judge then made a swift move to end the proceedings. Mike and I were to be brought to the court that afternoon to meet with the Slave police town coordinator. Because of our prior status as students… We had to remain in school in town (not away at boarding school) and remain at home to be available for work assignments. As we had collars we were to be kept naked with the exception to school hours. In school we could wear slave shorts, sandals, and an open shirt (with our collars showing). We must address all free people as Sir or mam or miss. Our school work would be reviewed along with our performance on gives assignments and if we did not apply ourselves 100% to both our length of indentured servitude would be extended. Both the school and family would be required to keep a documented record and any related punishments which would be checked by the SP office monthly. — Both Mike and I were taken to school together the next Monday. The start of our new schooling was at a school assembly and we were brough out on stage to be introduced. It was more humiliating then expected as we were with many of our friends and neighbors. We both had just gray shorts, shirts and black sandals. Our collars stood out around our necks, our faces were red from embarrassment and we kept our heads down to avoid seeing all the smiles and laughs. After the principal brought the auditorium to some state of quiet he mad some announcements and let everyone know how the court's ruling about requiring two indentured boys attend school and be included in all that school had to offer. He introduced both Mike and I and then floored us both. "Slaves," he said, "you have collars and have already been trained to be proper indentured servants… remove your clothes and show the school that you are normal school boys and they have no need to be worried about your presence among them for the next year." Mike and I froze and looked to run. As we looked to the side of the stage we saw two SP's standing there and we just had tears well up in our eyes. We took off our shirts and then both pushed our shorts down and then off. Now standing there naked except for our collars, not a hair on our bodies below the short cropped hair on our heads we had to endure the laughs, whistles and cat calls of the whole school. No way to live this down and the remainder of the school year was looking to be hell.

When Mike and I shared notes after just one school day… we almost decided to run away as we did not feel we could take the heat from all sides. Family at home and on the farm was one hard side to live through. Being in a school and having friends (former friends) neighbors, boys, girls and teachers all making your very existance unbearable… just may be too much. We both shivered all day in fear of another horror to hit us. Mike wound up at the nurse after he vomited all his lunch and wound up being taken home early. I could not sleep and felt so sick the next morning that my dad took off work and brough me to the doctor. Mike and i both wound up on medication before we could return to classes.

• we did go back to school
• the continued humiliation kept coming from Gym class, to lunch room harassment, to even being the 'lab rat dummies' for sex ed class.
• At our next visit to the SP office we both found our attitude, work performance and school reviews were lacking. That would not end for the full year.
• punishments
• and more from school boys and girls.

D. Our brothers were processed and made to work for the town and be available to be assigned to other residents for a fee. The town suree made money on them… doing who knows what… as they refused to talk about it. They had to serve out their two years as naked town indentured servants to 'mend their ways' and get back to free status. They paid the price and would wear the scars and their piercings and their GPS 'implants'… all the days of their lives.

E. after 2 months of home nudity, school humiliation and no reprieve from town assignments and punishment sessions… Mike wound up in the hospital and I was there never leaving his side and holding his hand. The families were worried and the judge was even seeing that it was too much for this to continue.

– Would we be set free?

– Would they send us away?

– Could the families save the day?

I for one would definitely go back to my uncles farm and be the cart boy (pony boy) and maybe get free one day …?

NOTE:
I always dream of the rescue… though many find it to easy.