Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2012 04:11:25 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Brother - Part 13

Helping My Brother

Part Thirteen

By Randall Austin

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(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)

When the judge announced that Marty was
remanded to a term of life-long slavery, it was one of
the happiest days in our family's life, for we would
now be able to love and care for Marty for the rest of
his life, and give him, for all time, the guidance he
needs.

When Marty returned home, after having been
processed as a lifer, he was an amazing sight.  The
two handlers from USDS, United Servitor Delivery
Service, who delivered Marty to our house after his
surgical procedures, undressed Marty in front of us
so they could give dad and me some care and
handling tips on a freshly processed lifer.

You should have seen Marty standing in our living
room, with tethering rings all over his body, looking
just like a big, muzzled, hobbled, and mohawked,
lug-headed, naked, quarry slave.  He looked like
some dumb beast of burden.  A mule slave.
They had him fixed up with nine hard labor, heavy gauge,
service rings through his ears, nipples, belly button,
septum, scrotum, frenum, and the head of his penis.

In addition, they had fitted him with a titanium
electro-control collar; steel arm and wrist tethering
bands; and a duralumin genital cinch.  He was also
tattooed, branded, and GPS chipped.  And biggest
surprise of all, they had emplaced a small bit holder
in the back of his mouth that was attached to two of
his molars.  That way if we ever wanted to use him
as a rickshaw driver or carriage puller, we could
easily fit him with one of the new state of the art
bridles.  They had prepared him for just about
anything we might want to use him for.  It was quite
an impressive overhaul of my older brother.

The handlers were eager to point out all of Marty's
new features.  The younger of the two spoke, "As
you can see, the processors did a really great job on
this one.  The ringing looks good on him.  He's all
fixed up now, so there can be lots of tethering action
on your part.  Tethering is great way to achieve
pinpoint control!"

Dad nodded politely, "Yes, I can see that.  He looks
good.  Good job!"

Because they had fitted Marty with a new, larger
gauge, penis ring, one of the handlers even gave his
cock a few wanks in order to show us the proper way
to `milk' him, should we ever want to do that.

The younger handler turned Marty around, and took
his index finger to Marty's hole and pushed it in.
"Look, they've even opened him up a bit for you!"

I was impressed, "Wow!  How did they do that?"

The finger-plunger handler explained, "We keep
them fully plugged during their stay in processing.
We like to return personal servants to their owners
not only fully accessorized, but also fully functioning.
So let us know if you have any problems; if it's still
too tight or anything."

Dad and I indicated that we would do that.

The handler continued, "One of the trainers over at
Social Services told me that butt stretching also
helps server boys to more quickly learn to respect
free people.  Don't know if that's true.  But pay
attention in the days ahead; see if you notice an
attitude change in him."

I commented, "Thank you.  I do seem to notice a
slight change.  He seems not so resentful.  All of you
guys over at both USDS and Social Services deserve
our gratitude for the good work you do."

The handlers thanked us and left.  Once the handlers
left, however, dad and I were magnanimous because
we knew we could afford to be.  We no longer were
on any short-term timetable to try and get Marty
into the mode of being a properly behaving adult.
So we told Marty that not only would we no longer
keep him in leg braces, but he would also no longer
have to be permanently nude in the house.  Though
we did warn him that the leg braces would get put
back on him if he had behavior problems.  And
nudity would always be a general control option for
us to employ.

I was feeling so good about everything that I went
up to Marty, gave him a big hug, and gushed,
"Marty, this is the happiest day ever for dad and me.
That you are now a lifer means we no longer have to
worry about you.   Dad and I can take care of you,
bro, for the rest of your life, and give you the love
and guidance you need.  We can all be family, and
dad and I can guide you into the kind of behavior
that's appropriate for guys like you.  Brother, I'm so
happy for you.  And I feel so warm towards you; I
feel like I'm in love."

Dad was beaming, and told us two brothers to let
bygones be bygones, and to give each other another
big hug.  We hugged, and Marty felt so good to me
that my dick firmed up knowing that my brother was
now all ours to do with as we pleased.

During Marty's first couple of weeks home, he would
have bouts of depression, and we had been informed
by Social Services that he would; newly enslaved
lifers often fall into depression.  But we were relieved
to find out that there is a proven cure for depression
in slaves; severe spankings on a regular basis.  It
seems that a good ass-slapping, strapping, or
paddling, gets a slave's mind off of his own selfish
feelings, and helps him to connect more with the
things that really count; serving others.

So every other day we would take Marty into dad's
bedroom, make him strip naked, and get on the bed
with his backside exposed.  We would then tie his
arms to the headboard, and I would sit on or hold his
legs down, while dad strapped Marty's ass until he
was howling his head off and screaming that he
would behave.

It worked.  Marty is now out of his depression, and
pretty contently works around the house, doing his
chores as he is told, and `servicing' me in any way I
need.

Since his return I have taken and completed the
classes I needed in order to be reinstated as a
certified junior servitor handler.

And as far as that $5000 fine I was given, dad has
suggested that I have Marty take some part time job
until he is able to bring in that amount.  It isn't as
crass as it all sounds; having Marty work to pay me
back for the fine I had to pay because of my
mistreatment of him.  As dad explained it, "We're all
family here, and having that money back in the
family will help all of us."

And family Marty surely is!  Yes, he is a slave who
needs discipline probably more than most domestic
servants, but we are fine with that.  We love him and
the service and life style he provides for us.  And for
that wonderful service dad and I are committed
towards doing all we can to make Marty's life happy.

And best of all, two weeks after I received my new
handler's permit, dad gave me some very exciting
news regarding Marty.  I was so excited that I
wanted to share the news with Marty immediately,
but dad wanted for us instead to make a special
occasion out of our announcement.

"This is such special news that I think we should make a
Special evening of it, perhaps have some friends over
for the announcement, and have a special dinner.  And
maybe we should get Marty all dressed up for the
occasion."

When I asked dad how Marty should be dressed, he
said, "You decide.  Anyway that you would like.
Something charming, that will make Marty feel
special."