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Luke had had a normal childhood... mostly. He had two loving parents, a younger brother, and a couple of good friends. So what if his penis had been encased in a weird black tube for as long as he could remember, or that he had been wearing a thin band of metal around his neck his whole life?
His parents had explained it to him on his eight birthday. When his mother was pregnant with him, his Dad's business had gone under, leaving them in a mountain of debt. They'd explored every possible option before finally looking into the last resort: selling their unborn child. Of course, this was a civilized world, so you couldn't just sell your baby to the highest bidder, at least not anymore. Instead, Luke would live the first eighteen years of his life free... mostly. He wasn't really sure what would happen to him after - he would be owned by someone, but he didn't really know what that meant. Maybe he would be like a maid or something? They called it "indentured servitude", but from his history books he was pretty sure it should be called "slavery" instead.
He had asked his parents a couple of times, but they wouldn't answer. He suspected he wouldn't understand it if they did. You see, Luke was for some reason considered very valuable, and had been purchased by one of the elites of the world. He didn't know who, but he knew that they had paid to have a very expensive chip installed in his brain when he was born. He suspected there had been other procedures done, but he couldn't be sure. The chip itself had been a nightmare for him - he wasn't certain of all its effects, but some of them were very obvious.
Every once and a while, when someone was talking, he would just hear a buzzing in his ear instead of words. He didn't know what exactly set it off, but he had some guesses. He had barely heard it when he was young, only occasionally from a television show or a conversation between his parents he wasn't supposed to be hearing. When he got older, he started to hear it more and more at school. Sometimes it felt like half the words his friends said were buzzes instead. He didn't really understand that part, but he was fairly sure of one source of the censorship: anything to do with private parts
Like most boys, he had been immensely curious about what was going on "down there" since he was young. Unlike most boys, he had absolutely no clue what was going on "down there". He knew the clinical terms, boys had a penis and testicles, and girls had a vagina. His penis, however, had been covered in a smooth black plastic, attached to a ring around his balls, since he was born. The high tech material somehow grew with him, and had an auto cleaning feature, so it had no need to be removed. In the shower he could feel the water running around in there, but no more.
He had tried reading books on it - his school library had quite a few books about "going through the changes". Unfortunately, almost every word and certainly all the pictures were completely blurred. Speaking of changes, around the time he was thirteen he had started to go through hell. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but every now and then it felt like his penis was trying to grow for some reason, making the restriction feel extra tight. He would feel a strange feeling in his tummy, and a throbbing sensation in the space between his testicles and his anus. It happened more and more as he grew into his teenage years, and he noticed particularly that it happened pretty much every time he was in the changing room with the other boys. Not that he could see anything, as even if he stole a glimpse of another boy's parts, it would just be blurred anyway. But the idea that there was something there always set off his torment.
He had asked his dad about it, red faced and stammering from the embarrassment. His dad had coughed, then started to speak. Of course, it was just buzzing. After seeing the blank look on Luke's face, his dad had cut off.
"Oh right, I suppose you can't hear that. Look buddy, it's normal and natural. That's all I can really say - you did hear that, right?" His dad had said. Luke nodded, despondant. He was desperate to understand what was happening to him, but it seemed he would be denied through any avenue. He was at least relieved that his penis wasn't broken, and at least this finally clued him into at least one aspect of the censorship. Through other context clues, he managed to piece together that anything to do with private parts and anything to do with making babies were censored. He reasoned they were connected, but couldn't figure out how. What would his penis growing have to do with a baby?
Unfortunately for Luke, that wasn't the end of his torture. Around the same time that his penis problems became more and more frequent, he started to experience sleep disruptions. He would be having a very nice dream, usually involving one of his friends or other boys in his class. They would usually be simple things, just playing around. Then a variety of things could happen - sometimes, his friend would sit next to him, and put a hand on his chest. He'd slide it down towards Luke's crotch. Other times, the other boy would slide down his pants and underwear, revealing the secret Luke craved most. Well, he didn't quite know what to expect but his imagination filled in a flesh coloured blob about the shape of his plastic prison. One time, the other boy had leaned in and kissed Luke on the mouth.
In each instance, he had felt a warm sensation flood him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then, he would wake up, panting and sweaty. His whole body would be tingling, strange sensations coming from his crotch. Especially that funny place between his balls and anus that he had taking to calling his "spot" for lack of a better word. His spot pulsed with need, making him feel like he was on the verge of something incredible, but unable to find the way through.The first time it had happened, he had grabbed for his imprisoned penis, desperate for some stimulation despite not even know what that meant. Unfortunately, his hand wasn't quite able to reach down and touch anything. He was puzzled for a minute, and tried again from a few other angles. There was nothing physical stopping him, just as soon as he tried to touch himself, his hand just... stopped. Something in his brain wouldn't let him continue - surely it was the chip. But he could touch himself normally, to wipe and adjust and scratch and stuff. Something about this situation was different then... he just wished he knew what.
Other than that, his life was actually quite normal. He was popular in school, which he attributed to his good looks. He caught girls looking at him often, and occasionally boys. On one occasion a girl had come up to him, blushing, and said something that just came out as buzzes, then ran away leaving him confused. But mostly, his social life was great. He did well in school, and other than the occasional sad look at his ever-present collar, nobody treated him differently. He he had to go to a gym after school for two hours for personal training, paid for by his anonymous owner, and all that effort had paid off. He rarely lifted weights as his routine was primarily bodyweight exercises, but he had a great body by the time he was eighteen. The calisthenics kept his body lean and slim, but with decent muscles and great definition.
In the year leading up to the start of his indenture, he met weekly with a psychologist to prepare him for what was coming. He didn't really know what to expect and the psychologist couldn't tell him much, but he knew he was going to be losing everything in his life. He would probably never see his family or friends again. He wouldn't have any choice in what he did, where he went, and so on. He had known this for a long time, but the professional helped him come to terms with that, at least as much as he reasonably could. He knew he had no choice in the matter anyway - if he didn't show up for his scheduled indentureship date, they'd just come for him anyway. He was owned, even if he got to live his childhood in relative peace.
And so, a month after he turned eighteen, he found himself staring at a door. Once he walked in that door, his life would be over, and a new one would begin. One he had not even the faintest clue what it would entail. He knew his family was watching from the fence around the facility, having had their long and tearful goodbyes just outside. He took a deep breath, steadying his panicked nerves, then walked inside. One part of him desperately wanted to look back one last time, but another part couldn't bear that pain any longer. Inside, he walked as confidently up to the reception desk as he could, and gave his name.
"Luke Ashton, submitting myself for indentured servitude."
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Aiden
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Aiden broke out into a grin as he stepped into his house, shouts rising from all over.
"Happy Birthday!" came the chorus of voices. He looked around, seeing most of his family and friends present. The foyer of his house was decorated to the nines, a large banner proudly proclaiming he was turning 18, and balloons and streamers were littering the place.
"Thanks guys!" he said loudly, waving at all his loved ones. His Dad walked up to him, a large man with greying hair and an intense gaze.
"Happy Birthday son," He said, putting a hand on Aiden's shoulder. "You've made me so proud, so I've gotten you an extra special gift this year." He winked at Aiden.
"What is it? A Lamborghini?" Aiden asked excitedly. He had a few cars, but there was a new model he had been eyeing for a while.
"You'll see." His dad laughed, pulling him further into the room. "Lets go get some cake, and then gifts."
The party proceeded from there. His father had gotten a fancy looking four layered cake, and he cut into it eagerly. He mingled as everyone ate, laughing with his friends and making polite small talk with relatives he hadn't seen for a while. As pleasant as this was for him though, he was anxious to get to the good stuff: presents! It took a few pointed comments to his parents, but finally his dad called out.
"Ok folks, I think Aiden has waited long enough. Let's head to the ballroom." Aiden lept to his feet, walking eagerly towards the large ballroom in his house where his presents lay. He looked eargly upon the large pile of wrapped gifts, ranging in size from a simple letter to massive boxes taller than him. He was no stranger to luxury of course, but his parents kept him to a strict budget during the year, so his birthdays were when he got the really good stuff.
He was lead to a chair in the centre, and one by one presents were handing to him, and he called out the names of whoever sent them. Most of it was the usual teen gifts - a Rolex, some signed sports memorabilia from distant family that didn't know him, exotic chocolates from around the world, that sort of thing. His grandfather had gotten him a very expensive bottle of wine, which drew a frown from his mom.
"Isn't he a little young?" she asked, fake anger in her voice. They laughed together, but moved on. It took a while, but he worked hi way through the piles, thanking each person earnestly, often getting up to hug an aunt or cousin. It was a great haul, but... no lambourghini. Or any car for that matter. His dad had gotten him a three week stay at a resort in the Carribean, at a place he'd been to before and knew was one of the most expensive resorts out there - rich young folk were known to go there to party and blow money away. Maybe that was the special gift? Before he could wonder further, his Dad spoke up.
"And last but certainly not least... This is a present I've been preparing for years, waiting for the day Aiden grew into the man I knew he would. Your mom and I are so proud of you Aiden!" he cheered, then walked over and handed aiden a vanilla envelope. Aiden reached inside, pulling out a paper and reading it. He didn't get past the first two lines before he looked up.
"A slave? You got me a slave?" the smile broke on his face again, and he leaped up and hugged his Dad fiercely.
"I think they're called indentured servants now." His dad chuckled. "But that's not all - did you read the whole thing?" Aiden ran back to his chair and started reading again. His grin grew.
"A chip? I thought those were like, crazy expensive?" Everyone in the room seemed surprise by the statement. Slaves - rather, servants - were not too uncommon among the wealthy, but getting one with a chip installed was reserved for the most wealthy. Which, Aiden supposed, his family was.
"They are," his dad coughed. "But for you, it was worth it."
"When do I get it?" He asked, eagerly.
"He's not set to be processed for another few months, but I wanted you to have that time to think anyway. They set the chip to just some default generic settings, but there's a lot of options you have for him. I'll send you a link that goes over all the details. Once you've chosen, just let me know and I'll forward the info over."
He ran back to his Dad and hugged him again.
"Thanks Dad... I love you!" His dad responded by hugging him tighter.