Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 05:13:20 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys Like You - Part 15

Boys Like You

Part Fifteen

By Randall Austin

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As Brian drove his son, Randall, home from the Social
Services Health Facility after his surgical treatment,
Randall looked very different from the handsome son he
knew.  Even though Randall was dressed in the City
Parks Department yellow jumpsuit, there was enough
`stuff' on his face to alter his appearance
dramatically.

He had two huge steel earrings dangling from each ear;
he had two fairly large nose rings pierced through
each side of his nose; from his septum hung a very
large, somewhat oblong, 3 inch steel ring that hung to
his chin; and at the base of Randall's chin dangled an
oblong 3 inch bell that jingled lightly as they drove
along.

Brian could sense that Randall was humiliated by
having to wear the facial rings and the jingling bell.
Brian was not comfortable with the fact that the
state had rigged his son up like a draft animal.  In
Brian's view, social servitude existed only because it
was profitable, and was inhumane despite all of the
laws protecting social and servants and intended to
guard against abuses of the system.

But what surprised Brian about Randall's demeanor, as
he looked quietly out the window watching the scenery
roll by, was that Randall seemed quite calm despite
his embarrassment, so he asked him, "Randall what's
up?  You look like you're... well... almost happy."

"I am Dad.  I'm happy to see you.  I love you Dad."

"I love you too, son."

Randall continued, "And I'm relieved. Very much so."

Brian looked curiously at Randall, "Relieved by what?"

"I was told that I was going to be branded and
tattooed, have my back teeth removed and possibly get
circumcised, but none of those things have been done
to me."

Brian was incredulous, "What?  Who told you that?"

"Earl and Dean.  Dean gets all of his information from
Earl."

Brian looked incredulous at his son, "Dean let you go
into surgery believing they were going to brand,
tattoo, remove some teeth and circumcise you and
wasn't bothered by the fact that they were going to do
such things to you?"

"He didn't know any better, Dad and didn't know what
to do.  He told me that Earl was an expert."

Brian was getting angry, "Some expert.  Those
practices, used only on those criminally indentured
for life, went out over twenty years ago.  They still
tattoo the criminally indentured in the Total Reform
program who commit violent offenses while indentured,
but even that is soon to be on the way out."

Brian continued venting, "Your brother needs to be
reminded to check his sources."

As Brian slowed his car and pulled over to the side of
the road there were tears in his eyes.  When the car
was stopped he asked, "Why didn't you ever call me,
son?"

Randall responded, "Dean told me that it wouldn't be a
good idea and forbid me, as my overseer, from calling
you."

Brian hugged Randall tightly, "I am so sorry that you
went into surgery believing such things were going to
be done to you.  No one should ever have to go through
such a thing."

As Brian tightly hugged his son, tears rolled down his
face.  Randall felt like he was in heaven.

***

Kevin Balen, former innocent-gentle-mother's boy,
recently turned sexual sadist overseer, smiled at his
parents, his fiancé and his fiancé's parents and his
white toothed smile lit up his face of alabaster skin
and doe-like eyes, framed by his hair of soft black
curls.  As they sat about a picnic table he attempted
to put to rest, once again, all of their fears about
the stories they had heard about the mistreatment of
social servants.

"It's simply not true.  Not only have I not seen such
things going on, but if I ever did, I can assure you,
I would report it in an instant.  And my co-workers
all have the same views that I do on the subject; that
we are there to look after the health care of
society's most precious individuals: social servants."

"As in any position where there are levels of
authority, society needs to be vigilant and watch for
individuals who are unfit for the position and would
abuse their authority.  But I can tell you all, from
the bottom of my heart; I have nothing but love and
the deepest respect for all servants under my care.
And I see that same kind of love and concern in all of
my coworkers."

Kevin's fiancé, Marcie, hugged her handsome husband to
be and all the parent's smiled.  Kevin's mother
radiated pride, "I know my special boy, my Kevin, my
beautiful Kevin, would never harm a flea, he still
carries spiders that fall into the bathtub out of the
house.  In fact, I'm so proud, because when we have
people like my Kevin getting into the social service
industry, you know it can only improve the system."

The fears of the parents and the fiancé were finally
put to rest on that beautiful summer day.  The social
service system was not rife with abuses.

***

Dean struggled with his love for his brother.  He
loved him and wanted to continue loving him.  But
months ago Randall started backing away from their
relationship and as time passed he grew colder and
ever more indifferent towards Dean.  Randall told his
father about the punishments Dean had given him,
something about which Dean had understood that he and
Randall had a private agreement on; that they were in
the `Stage One' program, in a sense, together.  Dean was
going to make sure everything went well.

But when finally the letter arrived from the state
projecting that Randall would fail the `Stage One'
program and Randall was to be pre-processed for the
Total Reform program, any hope of reconciliation
between the two brothers seemed to vanish.

As Dean watched Randall shower, his thoughts gradually
turned from why things went wrong in their
relationship to lust.  Randall's new body was a sight
to behold and it was turning Dean on.  He looked at
the giant rings the state had put on his brother.  The
fact that Randall was embarrassed to be seen with them
turned Dean on all the more.

The state considered Randall to be a drudge, an
animal, a beast of burden, fit for at least 5 years of
hard labor.  The giant rings that went through
Randall's ears, nose, tits, navel, cock and the
bell dangling from his chin, not only made Randall
look like one meant to serve and do hard labor, but
they fairly screamed it out. Randall's purpose was to
be used, to labor, for the good of society.

Dean wondered why he should consider his brother as
anything other than what the state considered him.
Especially since Randall was acting colder and more
distant than ever since coming home from his
processing surgery.

And it was exacerbated when Randall got out of the
shower and started to towel himself dry and snarled
at Dean, "Fucking stop watching me!  Will you?"

Dean was more hurt than angry, "Watch it Randall."

"No.  You're the one who's watching `it'.  Keep your
eyes off of me!"  In exasperation Randall threw the
towel down, "Here, look at me!  Are you happy with
what they did to me?"

Randall hurried out of the room and Dean followed
Randall into their bedroom.  As Randall put on his
jumpsuit he spoke without looking at Dean, "I don't
want you sleeping next to me in the same bed anymore."

"You have no choice.  You sleep where I say you
sleep."

Randall snapped back, "Well I'm calling dad!  I'll
sleep on the floor if I have to."

The subject of their father was a sensitive one for
Dean, "Leave dad alone and out of this.  As your
overseer and for your own general well being, I am
ordering you to cease contact with all persons other
than your workmates, counselors and state overseers."

As Randall tried to rush out of the room, Dean grabbed
him by his arm, "This behavior is unacceptable
Randall.  Totally unacceptable.  What has gotten in to
you?"

"Fuck off!"  Randall tried to break away, which
angered Dean.

After a brief struggle, Dean had Randall pinned
against the wall, "I've had enough!"  Dean moved
Randall to a giant armoire, grabbed a light caliper
chain and lock from off his desk on the way, snapped
one end of the chain to Randall's nose ring and the
other end to a steel lamp hook bolted to near the top
of the armoire.

With Randall nose-locked to the armoire, Dean fetched
some handcuffs from his social service's utility bag
and locked Randall's hands together in back of him.
He then unbuttoned the entire buttocks' flap of
Randall's jumpsuit and moved all the fabric aside,
fully exposing Randall's plump and muscular buttocks.

As Dean approached Randall with the Gropius 260,
Randall changed his tone, "Please Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean swung the paddle as hard as he could.  Randall
cried, "Oh no!  Please Dean.  Don't hurt me! Don't do
this to me."

Dean recalled the encouragement Earl had given him
last evening and proceeded to give Randall the most
severe punishment that not only he had ever given to
Randall, but that Randall had ever received in his
life as a servant.

Dean wanted Randall bawling and screaming and he got
it soon enough.  With each blow of the paddle
Randall's giant ear, nipple, and nose, rings swung.
And his entire cock was pulled from side to side as
the steel donut cock ring going through its dick head
swung sharply with each blow of the paddle.

When Dean finally stopped after about seven minutes of
paddling, Randall continued crying and tried to ease
the pain away by rubbing his cuffed hands over his
buttocks.  Dean watched Randall trying to massage his
deeply reddened buttocks with his cuffed hands.
Though it pained Dean to have been so harsh with his
brother, he believed he had acted correctly according
to all of the guidelines he had been given for dealing
with recalcitrant and self-pitying servants.

When Randall finally stopped crying, Dean undid his
handcuffs.  With Randall still nose-locked to the
bureau, Dean reached around Randall and started
unbuttoning the front of his jumpsuit.  Dean removed
the jumpsuit from Randall and stood back to look at
the naked, red-assed, Randall nose-locked to the
bureau.

It was a classic sight; a full service hard laborer on
naked display after a well-deserved punishment
session.  Dean noticed that Randall's prick was
sticking up a bit, hoisting aloft his giant steel cock
ring.  Dean reckoned that Randall must have a full
hilt boner, because he imagined that he would be
unable to make his own cock rise that high with such a
massive donut ring tugging down his own cock.

After a bit of observation Dean walked up to Randall
and put his hand on his back.  "You can stay here
until you decide you want to apologize and make a
commitment towards improving your attitude."

Dean left the room.  When he was out, Randall started
crying again.  Softly at first, but soon it rose in
volume.  Dean could hear Randall's sobbing down the
hall.  It bothered him.  But he remembered Earl's
words of encouragement; he went back to the bedroom and
addressed Randall.  "There's no reason for this kind
of disturbance.  Now if you don't stop your crying
I'll get out the tawse and start working on your back
and legs if you would like.  So shut up!  And when
you're ready to apologize and stop pouting, I'll
release you."

Randall broke down and with a nasal whining sort of
tone begged, "Please Dean.  Don't do this.  Don't make
me stand here."

Dean was firm, "Okay, that does it!  All I get from
you is whine, whine, whine!  I cannot stand your
gawwdamm constant whining!  I'm getting you ready for
a session with the tawse!"

Dean went back to his social service's utility bag and
gathered several items.  This time he had two pairs of
handcuffs and locked each of Randall's arms to hooks
on each side of the giant armoire.  Dean next took a
short length of chain with clasps on each end and
snapped one end to Randall's penis ring and the other
end to Randall's navel ring.  Randall's cock was now
sticking up against his belly, locked to his navel
ring.  Around his cock Dean looped a short length of
servant binding cord and tied it to a handle on the
armoire that was at cock level.

With Randall cuffed, nose-locked and cock-tied, to
the armoire, Randall never looked or felt more like an
abject slave.  As Dean left the room to get his tawse
Randall called out to him, "Okay Dean.  I'll be
quiet."

Dean did not respond to Randall and made his way out
of the bedroom.  Dean went to the implements cupboard,
selected a tawse and as he started to make his way
back up the stairs the doorbell rang.

Dean checked through the `door peek' to see who was
ringing and was pleased to see that it was Earl.
Dean let Earl in and as soon as Earl saw the tawse in
Dean's hand, he reacted with glee, "Randall's been
home for not even 24 hours and already he needs to be
taught a lesson?"

Dean explained, "I had to give him a paddling just a
bit ago and apparently that wasn't enough.  His
non-stop whining is driving me nuts."

Earl encouraged, "You're doing the right thing."

As Dean led Earl up the stairs Earl commented, "I can
hardly wait to see him."

Dean stopped on the stairs and turned towards Earl.
"My dad's pissed at me because I let Randall go into
processing thinking he was going to get branded,
tattooed, get some teeth removed and possibly
circumcised.  Earl, buddy, I was relying on you for
information, but all that stuff went out a long time
ago!  They do some of that stuff to lifers convicted
of violent crimes, but your info was way out of date."

Earl nodded his head and raised in shoulders in an
`oops I made a mistake' gesture, "Gosh, it's been
awhile since I've been updated on that Total Reform
program.  Sorry about that!"

Dean turned and started back up the stairs, "That's
okay, but next time get your facts straight."

"Will do, buddy-o.  Will do!"

When Earl entered the bedroom and saw the naked,
super-ringed, Randall handcuffed, nose-locked and
cock-tied to the giant bureau, a huge smile broke out
across his face and he let out a long brazen wolf
whistle.  "Wow!  Look at you.  All belled and
super-ringed like some South African mine slave.  They
did a good job on you Randy!  How does it feel?"

When Randall did not respond, Earl commanded, "Turn a
little towards me and face me; I want to see what you
look like from the front!"

Randall did not move.  Earl tried to encourage him.
"All those rings and that bell should be feeling good
to you and give you cause to stand up tall and take
pride in yourself."

Randall turned his body as much as he could away from
Earl's smiling gaze.  Earl commented, "That kind of
attitude is the reason you're locked up to that bureau
now and about to get a second punishment.  I would
think you would use some common sense, buddy boy.
That's why I don't have any feeling for you for what's
about to happen.  You've got that fucking attitude
and Dean is doing the good work by trying to whip it
out of you.  I'm looking forward to watching this
because frankly you have it coming!"

Earl looked at Dean, "Don't let that sulking bother
you.  Remember what I told you!  That is exactly the
kind of behavior that is overcome with a direct
discipline approach.  Remember, `fierce and severe' is
the kind of punishment that wipes out attitude
problems.  When you start swinging that tawse at his
shoulders, back, rump and legs, just pretend you're
beating the dirt out of an old carpet.  Because in a
way that is really what you will be doing; beating the
filth of bad and improper behavior out of Randy."

As Dean got into position behind Randall and did a
few practice air strokes of the tawse, Earl asked, "Is
this the day you're going to let me finally bone
Randall for all the good times I let you have with
Reginald and Brendan?"

Dean stopped his practice swings and said quietly, "I
would rather you not, Earl."

Earl was disappointed, "But remember Dean, you owe me.
You promised me after almost every session you had
with Reginald that in return you'd let me have a go at
Randy."

Dean was perplexed, "I know I said that, but not
today."

Earl, turned on by the sight of the bound and ringed
Randall, was frustrated, "Well, when then?  Randy
isn't going to be here too much longer."

Dean wanted the matter to go away, "Maybe in a day or
two, okay?  Maybe on the weekend."

Earl wondered, "Maybe?  What's this `maybe' stuff?
You promised me, man."

"I know I did.  But I just want to focus on this
punishment for now.  I think this will be enough to
put Randall through for one day."
Earl wanted Dean to see things in a levelheaded way.
"What you just said is exactly what's your problem,
Dean.  YOU are not putting Randall though anything.
He is putting himself through this by his behavior.
Face it, man, or else you're just going to end up
regretting what you're about to do and you won't be
delivering the full-force kind of punishment that
Randy really needs and deserves at this time."

Dean listened intently, Earl could tell he was making
headway and continued. "You yourself just told me
downstairs that Randy was being contrary, defiant,
fractious, resistant, uncontrollable, willful and
stubborn, even after a paddling.  That all sounds like
reason enough, to me, to do what you have to do.  So
lay into him, Dean.  It's what he needs, so just do
it!"

Dean nodded in agreement with Earl and moved into
position behind Randall.  Earl backed himself behind
Dean, in order to get a better view of the punishment
about to take place.  Before Dean swung the tawse for
the first time Earl furtively brushed his crotch with
his hand and gave his cock a tug.

Dean swiped Randall's shoulder with the tawse, Randall
bucked and yelped; and Earl went hard.  With the
second swipe of the tawse across Randall's tender
buttocks, both Earl and Dean were sweating with
excitement. Randall's yelping annoyed Dean, causing
him to swing harder with the tawse.  After the fifth
swat Randall screamed to his brother to stop.  Dean
did not stop.  As Earl watched his pal Dean tawse the
shoulders, back and legs of his 10-year younger
brother, he was in ecstasy.  Watching Randall's bald,
ear and nose-ringed, head swing with each stroke and
listening to Randall's cries blend with his wildly
swinging chin bell, were some of the most intense and
beautiful moments Earl had ever experienced.

When it was over after a total of twelve swats and
Randall's crying did not cease, Earl tried to put
things in perspective for Randall. "Once you're in the
Total Reform training program the punishment you've
just received will seem like love taps."

Earl and Dean left the room; leaving Randall bound to
the armoire.  From his position Randall could hear his
brother and Earl make their way into the next room
down the hall, the room that used to be his bedroom.
He heard the sounds of fumbling, of moans of pleasure,
of clothing coming off, of arms entwining, of bodies
coming together, of sexual exertion.

For Randall, the pain of having lost his brother's
love was heightened by the fact that he lost it to
Earl.  Randall did not know what was the stronger
cause of his grief; his predicament as a servant about
to enter the Total Reform program; or having lost the
only consolation he had during the ordeal of
indenturement, his brother's love.

To Be Continued...


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