Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 05:23:41 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys Like You - Part 3

Boys Like You

Part Three

By Randall Austin

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Nothing made Randall fight his predicament more than
when Dean ordered him into the bathroom to get his
hair clipped off.  Dean was taken aback at Randall's
intense resistance.

Earl attempted to reason with Randall, "Look Randall,
I hate to be blunt, but your days of being Mr. Fancy
Hair are over, at least for a year.  And the sooner
you accept that things are going to be a little
different now, the sooner you'll have an easier time
of it.  So just let your brother do what he needs to
do."

Dean put a hand on Randall's shoulder, "Come on bro,
take your shirt off now and sit down on this stool."

As Randall reluctantly complied, Dean encouraged him,
"It'll be just like old times.  Remember how when you
were a kid I used to give you your haircut."

As Randall removed his shirt the sight of his smooth
skinned torso delighted both Dean and Earl.

As Dean plugged in the clippers he spoke, "When you
had your last hair styling appointment two weeks ago,
mom and I had already made the commitment to have
you indentured.  But she didn't want me to say
anything to you then just in order to save you $40 at
the salon.  Social Services says it's always best
not let a person know ahead of time of an involuntary
indenturement."

Earl explained, "It's the old `always take `em by
surprise' tactic!"

As Dean plugged in the clippers, Randall started
fidgeting.  As Dean looked for the turn on switch,
Randall pleaded, "Dean, please don't do this to me."

Dean found the switch, turned it on, and said, "We
have no say in this matter, Randy.  All the boys in
`Stage One' have to be clipped and shaved."  When Dean
slid the clippers into Randy's hair and the first
clump of his beautifully styled hair fell onto his
bare chest, Randall started sobbing out loud.  Dean
tried to comfort Randall, "It's exactly like when you
were a kid.  You would always cry when I clipped you!"

Watching a proud kid like Randall get clipped and
tamed was always a major turn-on for Earl, as it is
for most people who handle servants with any
regularity.  Earl was a socially aware, smart, young,
man, who was used to being around and controlling
servants.  It is not uncommon for overseers to erect
while controlling slaves.  Such simple things as
giving out work orders to social servants, or showing
them how to do some new task, can fill an overseer
with that special `pride of control' feeling that is
one of the rewards of dedicated overseership.  But,
Earl, like most overseers in the United States, out of
standard accepted social decorum, does not allow
himself to erect around slaves when in public. As Earl
did what he had to do, mentally, in order to
discourage his erection, he still managed to enjoy
himself while he watched Randall quietly sob during
his shearing.

Earl was typical, also of experienced servant
handlers in that in his early twenties he found his
heterosexuality turned into bisexuality from being
around a lot of male servants.  Seeing the
bare-chested and fit Randall being clipped and tamed
made Earl want to give him a feel.  Feeling up a trim
young male slave is something Earl would freely do in
private, but being aware of how new Dean was to
servant control, he refrained himself from touching
the freshly indentured Randall.  Earl knew that in the
days ahead Dean would probably be asking him a lot of
questions about the things he found himself
experiencing as he took over the total control off his
younger brother.

And Dean, although his demeanor was very serious as he
took on his first duties as overseer; mainly to let
his brother know that he was empathetic to the
difficulty he was having in accepting his new status;
was nevertheless, like Earl, enjoying the subjugation
of his brother. As he clipped his brother as he sat
slave-like on the stool, Dean did not know why he
found satisfaction in his new power over his brother.
He thought it was because, as he believed, that he was
helping his younger brother become a better person.

Dean was gentle with his brother as clipped him.  He
knew that it was especially hard on Randall to lose
his beautiful hair.  "Randall, this is only temporary.
But a lot of guys really get to like the feel of
having a shaved head once they try it."

As Dean brushed the hairs off the torso of his totally
head-buzzed brother, who's tear stained face was one
giant frown, he spoke to Randall. "Okay dude, I'm
going to let you finish up.  You need to clip and
shave your pits and nads.  You can hop into the shower
and do it.  You need to shave your head too, so if you
need any help with that, just yell.  But you probably
should learn to do that yourself, because once you
start your job and classes in the rehab program, you
have to be freshly shaved every day."

Randall hesitated to strip, so Dean tried to encourage
him, "Come on Randy, you have to learn not worry
anymore about me seeing you bare.  You're a servant
now.  It's a different kind of relationship we have
now, and as a servant boy there's no longer any reason
to worry about being seen naked by free folks.  And
besides, once you're finished shaving, Earl and I are
going to be getting up close and personal with you as
Earl fits you with your `Stage One' gear."

Earl and Dean hung around the hallway outside of the
bathroom as Randall showered and did what he was
ordered to do.  They freely looked into the bathroom
from time to time to watch Randall, behind the shower
curtain, lathering and shaving himself.  Randall
seemed to be taking his time doing his business, but
Dean refrained himself from ordering Randall to speed
things up.  He didn't want to appear bossy on his
first day as overseer.  When Randall was finished, he
dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his
waist, just as his brother reentered the bathroom to
fetch him.  "Okay, Randy, let's go up to my bedroom.
It's time to get you collared, cinched, and braced."


Randall asked why they were going into Dean's bedroom,
and Dean explained, "Because your bedroom is now off
limits to you, at least until we get all of your
things packed in boxes, and stored away downstairs.
From now on you're going to be sleeping with me in my
room, because starting from this moment when you're not at
work or in therapy sessions, I intend to keep you on a
short leash around the house.  I want you within eye
shot at all times."

Bald Randall stopped in his tracks, shocked once again
by what he had just heard.  Dean's hand was soon on
his shoulder guiding him up to his bedroom.  The first
thing Randall saw in Dean's bedroom was Earl sitting
on the bed opening some packages.  Dean instructed
Randall, "Okay, Randall, go and sit on the bed next to
Earl so that he can get to work on you."

As Randall sat on the bed he held on to the towel
about his waist to secure it.  He looked somewhat
dazed, and spoke, "I just remembered I have an
appointment at three this afternoon."

As Earl removed some stickers from a collar, Dean
spoke, "As soon as we're through with you, you can
check out your new schedule in your folder, then you
can call anyone you need to and tell them what's up."
Randall nodded.

Earl placed the lightweight, silver collar, around
Randall's neck to make a measurement.  Randall felt
warm to Earl.  Earl made the adjustments and placed
the collar back around Randall's neck. "Once I close
these two ends, this thing is on permanently."
Earl liked the feeling of having his face so close to
Randall's face.  He closed the ends of the collar,
then felt about to make sure it was a good fit. "It's
good.  If I had made any mistakes in sizing it, we
would have had to make a trip to Social Services.
They're the only ones with the tools to remove it."

Dean commented on the collar, "It's pretty nice
looking.  If it weren't for those two `D rings' on it,
it would almost look like a piece of jewelry!"  Dean
asked Earl if the `D rings' were for leashing Randall.

"No!"  Earl fingered one of the `D rings' on the collar,
"These are for tethering.  Keeping him chained to one
place.  One of the most common forms of humane
discipline, for example, is to attach a four or five
inch, light weight caliper chain from his collar to
the wall, and keep him tethered for several hours."

Dean nodded, "I see."

Earl continued to explain, "These days servants are
most commonly leashed by their genital cinches.  A
small chain is attached to the `D ring' on the genital
cinch; it goes through a hole in the bottom of their
jumpsuits, and runs up to and is secured to a waist
loop.  Then if you ever want to leash him, say on a
grocery trip or something, you would attach his leash
to the chain attached to his waist loop."

"It is common to leash servants only to cinches or
collars that have choking capability, so that if a
slave tries to bolt, the cinch automatically tightens.
The genital cinch I'll be attaching to Randall has
just such a choking feature."

As Earl spoke, Dean fingered Randall's collar.  Seeing
Dean's interest, Earl commented, "It's amazing the way
the modern collars are so lightweight.  That collar
Randall is wearing not only can't be cut off, but it
has a GPS tracking chip, and electro-control
capability."

Dean saw a worried look on Randall's face, "Don't you
worry about that; mom and I, ordinary citizens, aren't
authorized to use electro-shock control.  It's only
for law enforcement officers.  It's totally standard
for all social servants.  Both the criminally
indentured and the self-indentured have to wear them.
It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of.  The
electro-shock control is just in case you should ever
get out of hand and the police need to bring you
down."

Earl took the leg braces from out of their box,
approached Randall, and touched him on the shoulder,
"Okay, trooper, why don't you just go ahead and
recline on the bed, so I can get these braces on you."
Randall hated Earl's condescending tone.  Randall
leaned back slowly, keeping a hand on the towel about
his waist.  When he was on his back he straightened
out his body and his towel.

When Earl slipped the braces on Randall's legs,
Randall was startled by the cold metal.  Earl held up
a key for Dean to see and instructed him to stand
beside him so he could demonstrate how to secure and
adjust them.  As Earl started to show Dean how to
secure the braces Randy started squirming and kicking.

"I don't want you to put them on me.  I can't stand
it."  When Dean told Randall to calm down, Randall
started to get up off the bed.  Dean immediately
placed both hands on Randall's shoulders and gently
pushed him back down on the bed. "Remember, Randy,
this is the purpose of the `Stage One' program; to
put a little control back in your life.  Remember,
what we're doing is designed to help and protect you,
not punish you."
Earl instructed, "You hold him down Dean.  Once I get
these braces on him I can set them so he can't kick at
all!"  Randall felt totally defeated, being held down
by his older brother as Earl leg braced him.  As Earl
worked on the braces, he instructed Dean, "When you
send him off to catch the bus each morning, they have
to be set to #7."  Earl showed Dean how to adjust the
settings at points on the braces by the ankles, knees,
and hips.  "When he's at home you can take them down
to #4 or #3.  It will give him greater flexibility of
movement.  Although it's generally recommended that
you keep them set high all the time for the newly
indentured during their first month or so of service."

Earl also showed Dean how the braces could be used as
punishment devices.  "Each of the two main brace
supports on each side of the legs has built in
screws."  Earl demonstrated, "Now notice as I turn the
key on them they emerge from the brace. You just give
it a few turns and soon the screws are up against the
flesh.  Notice if I give it a few more turns it starts
digging into the flesh."  Randall yelped and Earl undid
the screw.

"There are four screws on each main support, on both
the upper and lower leg portions of the brace, so there
are a total of sixteen screws for each leg.  Now, you don't,
of course, want to tighten them so much that they tear
into the flesh.  That isn't their purpose.  What you want
to do is just have them so they are digging into the flesh
to cause discomfort.  These brace screws are a quite effective
means of getting a slave to do things your way.
Imagine the discomfort, from having all those screws
digging into you.  With the braces locked on, the
slave can't escape the discomfort, and he'll soon be
begging you to loosen the screws, and promising to
behave!"

Dean said, "Neat!", then immediately he regretted saying
it in front of Randall.

When Randall let out a sigh, Dean again attempted to
comfort him, "It's almost over pal.  You're doing
great."

Earl joined in, too, "You sure are.  I know the first
day of indenturement is not easy on servants, and you
are doing beautifully!"  Randall was finding Earl's
patronizing an assault on his dignity, and was
beginning to get angry.

Earl took the genital cinch from the package.  It was
made from the same synthetic material as Randall's
collar.  Earl held it up for all to see and smiled
broadly, "Okay, folks, here it is.  Now it's time to
do the fun part!"  Earl nodded at the towel about
Randall's waist, "Well, Randy.  It's time for us to
meet your little soldier!"

Randall closed his eyes, Earl sat down on the bed next
to him, and opened up the towel around Randall's
waist.  Earl swallowed at the pretty sight before him,
and tried to cover his lust with banter, "So this is
the guy you've been spending so much time with
lately!"  The joke was not appreciated by either
Randall or Dean, so Earl took a professional tack,
"You did a good, clean, job of shaving yourself."

As Earl used both hands to manipulate the root of
Randall's cock, he explained himself, "I know this is
a personal assault, Randy, but I have to make sure
your balls are out and fully forward.  Once I get them
out and forward, this will just take a second."  And
it did.  As Earl closed both ends of the cinch about
the root of Randall's cock, he explained, "This is
just like the collar.  There's no removing it now.  It
will lift your package a bit, Randy, and it can be a
bit uncomfortable for the first day or so."

Earl, though he was somewhat clammy from having to
stifle his sexual excitement at handling Randall's
beautiful private parts, pointed out some features of
the cinch to Dean, "You'll notice the cinch is studded
with shanks.  The genital cage, which you have in your
supplies from Social Services, has instructions for
attaching it to these shanks."

Dean was curious, "I'm eager to see how all this stuff
affects Randy's ability to walk.  Randy, why don't you
get off the bed and take a few steps for us so we can
see if there are any problems."

It was awkward for Randy to get off the bed, and when
he realized he could only bend his knees in rather
deliberate fashion, he was disheartened. "They're too
tight.  They've got to be too tight.  Dean, they hurt."
Earl instructed Randall, "Try walking towards Dean and
me.  I'll be able to tell then if I have them too
tight."  As Randall began his slow steps smiles broke
out on the faces of Dean and Earl.  Because of the
setting of the braces, Randall had to keep his braced
legs stretched somewhat apart.

Earl commented, "That bow-legged walk is what you get
from the #7 setting.  When you get over here, I'll
bring the setting down."

As Randall hobbled along, he felt like crying.  Earl
whispered to Dean, "It's quite a sight seeing them
walk in those braces, with their legs stretched out
wide, their bald head making them look all jug-eared,
and their dick and balls sticking out because of that
cinch.  It's kind of comical, but it helps a boy to
realize that he's really a social servant now. I love
it!"

Dean and Earl made Randall walk back and forth one
more time, then Earl knelt down and readjusted the
settings of the braces to #3.  Randall was relieved to
find out that it was much easier to walk at the lower
setting.  Dean handed Randall a yellow pair of social
servant boxer briefs and a yellow jumpsuit and told
him to put them on.  Just before Randall buttoned up
the front of the jumpsuit, Earl went and attached an
18-inch light caliper chain to a `D ring' on Randall's
genital cinch.  He guided the chain through a ribbed
hole at the base of the crotch area of the jumpsuit,
and attached the end of it to a loop on the exterior
side of the jumpsuit.  Earl instructed Dean, "If you
want to leash Randall, you attach it to this part of
the chain on the loop."

Dean and Earl stood back to appraise the jumpsuited
Randall.  Earl commented, "There you go, sport!
Now you're looking like the real thing!"

Randall, feeling totally humiliated, was nevertheless
quite angry, "Earl, you are really fucking annoying me
with the way you're talking to me, like I'm some
little kid or something."

Earl was quick to apologize, "Gosh, I'm sorry, Randy.
I didn't even know I was doing that.  I guess it was
from habit.  I kind of think of our family's servants
as my younger siblings and I just get to talking at
them that way."

Dean looked questioningly at Earl, and Earl understood
Dean's concern, "Language like that definitely needs
to go into Randall's log.  It's entirely up to you if
you want to punish him for it, but it does need to be
logged, as it is unacceptable behavior."  Randall
folded his arms, and it was evident he was pissed.

Earl spoke, "There is one important thing I want to
warn both of you about.  This may shock you, but you
need to be aware that the State, frankly, isn't real
concerned about someone in the `Stage One' program
racking up a bunch of demerits and failing to pass the
program.  Dean, when you submit your report on Randall
each week to the state, you are not going to be
getting a phone call from some bureaucrat telling you
how concerned he is about all of the demerit points
Randy is accumulating.  If Randy fails `Stage One' and
has to go into the five-year Total Reform program, all
the State sees are dollar signs.  It's pretty boys
like Randy who bring the most money into Iowa State's
coffers, especially for a five year term of service."

Earl continued, "As you know Dean, you have an
appointment on Friday for Randy's Social Services
physical, and after the physical Randall has an
appointment with Becky Bloomer.  She's this forty-year
old woman with the job at Social Services that most
gay guys would die to have. She's Social Services
appraiser of male social servants.  She's the person
who does a thorough inspection of the newly indentured
bucks, and then assigns them a market rating.  That
market rating is a very important bit of information.
Social Services needs Randy's market rating for
business purposes.  So just remember, Social Services
is a business, and Randy, in their eyes, is a
commodity with a price tag."

Dean asked Earl what a `buck' was.

Earl replied, "A `buck' is male slave, or social
servant, in the age range of 17 to 30.  Randy is,
technically, a `young buck'.  The term refers to the
age group and gender of the class of servant that has
the potential to bring in the highest dollar amount
per pound of flesh.  And believe me, that's how Social
Services now views Randy, as a commodity they would
love to have on stock for as long a time as possible."

Dean and Randall were learning a lot.  Earl continued,
"That's why, Dean, it truly is up to you to take
charge.  If I had a brother I loved and really wanted
to protect and make sure he passed the program, I
would be acting on my concern.  As ugly as it seems,
you need to make the consequences for such language as
Randall just used really unpleasant.  Dean, you signed
a paper agreeing to be Randy's chief overseer.  That
carries a great responsibility, normally.  But when
you're talking about your own brother, I think you
have no choice but to be serious, damn serious, about
it."

Dean put an arm around Randall, "Do you hear what he's
saying, bro?"

Randall, feeling ever more trapped as the day went on,
did hear and understood.  He nodded and apologized,
"I'm sorry for talking to you in that way, Earl.  I'm
just frustrated.  It's hard.  These leg braces feel
awful."

Earl commiserated, "I know, it's hard, Randy.  But I
also know that in a couple of days you'll be used to
the braces."

Dean, with one arm draped over Randall's shoulders,
pulled Randall close to him, "It seems like demerits
could rack up quickly, bro.  I'm sure in the heck not
going to punish you now as it was you're first time.
But I love you bro.  If it happens again, I'll have to
do something.  I'm not going to watch you slip into
the Total Reform program."

Earl was excited, "I have an idea.  I understand how
this moment was a little awkward, and you, Dean, don't
want to punish Randy this time.  But in the photos you
asked me to bring of typical scenes in a servant's
workday, I have some photos of some actual punishment
sessions.  We can show those to Randall, so he knows
what will happen to him the next time he commits
unacceptable behavior."

Dean liked the idea, "Sure, that sounds like a great
idea!  Bring them out.  It can serve as a kind of a
vicarious punishment session for Randall."

The three men walked back to the study and took their
seats around the coffee table.  Earl dug out the
photos he wanted from his briefcase, "I have to warn
you, these photos are pretty raunchy, but we're all
guys, right?"

To Be Continued...


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