Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:16:58 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Traditional Values - Part 10

Traditional Values

By Randall Austin

PART TEN

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The following morning as Martin, Barbara, Flora,
Quince, and Alban ate breakfast, Martin told the boys
that after they unchained, bathed, and fed Bradley, he
wanted to see them in his study.

The boys were apprehensive. "What's going on dad?"
Martin wondered. "Why do you boys always act as if
something is `going on'?  This is a family, and I'm
simply gathering Bradley and you two, as his chief
overseers, to see how things are going.  I hope you
boys are getting more comfortable in your roles as
Bradley's temporary supervisors.  And I hope you took
in some of the things Jason said about the importance
of firmness, and of indicating to Bradley in some way
that you intend to follow a course of firm, even
strict, discipline if he isn't respectful of both his
position and your position.  Self-respect is
especially important for Bradley at a time like this,
and if you see him slouching or acting depressed, you
need to let him know it's because of a lack of self
respect, and let him know, as well, that you are not
going to allow it."

As Alban's cock twitched excitedly under the table,
Flora was beginning to feel left out. "Why can't I
help out with Bradley, Dad?"  Martin smiled at little
Flora, so eager to help out. "Actually I would let you
help out eventually if Bradley were going to be
staying with us as our own social servant.  But for
the first couple of weeks things can get pretty
'hairy' helping a new social servant learn the ropes."

Barbara suggested that Flora could probably assist in
overseeing Bradley after he was sold. "When Bradley
comes home to visit us for a couple of weekends each
year, he will then, doubtless, be a lot easier to
control, and your father and I will be very happy for
your help."

Barbara then remembered that her sister wanted to
visit Bradley. "Oh, Martin, Karen wants to visit
Bradley later today.  I told her it would be alright."

Martin was forthright. "Of course it's alright.  But I
just hope she doesn't go on as she has before trying
to make you feel guilty for allowing Bradley to be
indentured."

Barbara knew Martin had to bite his tongue whenever
the subject of Karen came up, but appreciated his
forbearance.  "I've been telling Karen some of the
positive things we have learned, and she seems to have
dropped the judgmental attitude."

Martin let out his breath. "I sure hope she has!"

Martin and his three sons all entered his office at
the same time, and as they were taking their seats
Martin asked Bradley. "How are you doing son?"  Martin
didn't wait for an answer because he knew Bradley
wasn't answering such questions with too much
enthusiasm, so he quickly asked another one. "How did
everything go with helping Steven and his friends
yesterday?"

"It went okay Dad" Bradley answered.

"Steven told me that you were very well behaved and
helpful yesterday, so after the moving Steven let you
join him and his friends for snacks.  That sounded
like fun.  Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, Dad."

"How did they treat you, son?"

"They were very nice to me, Dad.  They treated me like
I was a normal person."

Martin chided. "Now Bradley, you are normal, and that
is the treatment you can expect from people all the
time if you behave and do as you're ordered."

Martin then looked at Alban and Quince. "How is
everything going with you boys and Bradley?  Are you
treating him respectfully and is he doing everything
you tell him?"  They both nodded 'yes'.  "Did you boys
have any trouble chaining him down to his bed last
night?"  They both nodded 'no'.

Martin continued. "One of the things we all have to do
is maintain our respect for ourselves and for each
other.  Alban and Quince, you both have to realize
that you are not any better, not by a hair, than
Bradley just because he is a social servant.  What he
is doing for us is going to reward not only himself in
the long run, but also all of us, as well.  You need
to be ever aware of that fact, and grateful to Bradley
for his sacrifice.  And you Bradley, since you have so
graciously agreed to this, you need to keep reading
the social servant's manual, learn all the rules of
conduct, pay attention to what experienced overseers
such as Steven and Jason can teach you, continue to
read all the self help guides provided for you by
Social Services, and learn the social service mantras,
so that this whole thing can be successful for all of
us."

"Now about this matter of respecting one another, I
need to ask you, Alban, what was going on with you
yesterday out in the yard during the round-robin yard
exercise."  Alban sank in his chair and turned red.
It did not stop his father from expressing concern.
"Alban, are you masturbating a lot?"

Caught off guard by his dad's embarrassing question in
front of his brothers, Alban gave a stupid answer. "No
Dad.  I never do that!"  As soon as he uttered his
response everyone knew, and Alban knew everyone knew,
that he was a big liar.  Dad was silent; Alban turned
even redder, and then stuttered and mumbled something
which sounded a bit like the start of a sobbing fit.
But he stopped and looked down at the floor, trying to
hide his red face from everyone.

"Son, are you telling me you never masturbate?"
Alban fought back tears of shame. "Dad... why... why
here?"

"Alban there's nothing wrong with masturbating.  Why
are you lying to us?"

"I'm not Dad."  Alban's face scrunched up and he
wanted to cry.

"You're not lying to us?  You mean you don't
masturbate?"

Alban started to cry. "Dad, please."

"Quince told me he walked in on you doing it just a
few weeks ago."

Alban looked a horrified look at Quince and tattled.
"Yeah?  Well I walked in on Quince doing it too, just
a few days ago!  And to pictures of naked social
servant girls from the Social Services website!"

"Listen Alban, I'm not trying to embarrass you by
revealing your masturbatory habits.  I mean here to
address the issue of what you did in front of all of
us yesterday, of what is appropriate public behavior,
and the need to control one's self in public.  But you
interrupted me by starting off with an outright lie.
And if you're lying to me about something about which
there is no need to lie about, then I have to wonder
if you are in fact able to control not only your
lying, but control yourself in other ways as well.
Son, are you having a problem controlling yourself
from ejaculating in public?"

Alban was squirming. "No Dad.  No.  I didn't know it
happened.  I don't know what happened.  I think I was
just feeling so sorry for Bradley."

"We were having a fun exercise yesterday.  That's why
your behavior was so strange. Why were you feeling
sorry for Bradley?"

"Well, you know, he was like getting tawsed by
everyone."

"Son, we were having a family training exercise.  The
flexi-tawse is a humane tool.  You heard Jason say so.
I want to know what's going on with you ejaculating
in public."

"Dad, I didn't know I did that.  I mean, it didn't
feel good or anything.  Not at all.  Dad I didn't feel
a thing, that's why I didn't even know that it
happened.  It wasn't like I was feeling good down
there.  I didn't know it happened."

"Alban, should I make an appointment for you with
Doctor Conrad?"

"NO!"  Shouting 'no' to such a question had Alban
thinking everyone would now think he had something to
hide, so he quickly changed his decision. "I mean,
what I meant to say, was 'yes', dad."

Martin looked at Alban for a bit, then said. "I'm
taking Bradley in for a physical tomorrow to our
family doctor at the request of Social Services, so
you can come with us and I'll have Doctor Conrad check
you out as well."

Alban closed his eyes, frustrated and shamed, and
wondered if he needed to be concerned that he was
going to be examined along with a social servant.  He
looked at Quince, and Quince was silent, not wanting
to get involved in the issue.

"Alban, I'm just concerned because you'll be in charge
of Bradley for about another week and I don't want you
around Bradley if you are finding this too stressful."

Alban was now even more concerned and apprehensive.
"What do you mean, Dad, just one more week.  What's
happening then?"

Martin shifted. "I meant that it's likely Bradley will
be sold in a week, and..." Quince interrupted him.
"But how can you say that, Dad?  There hasn't been a
single call for an interview yet."

"My broker at social services screens all requests for
interviews.  Remember, I have some very firm
requirements of any future owner of Bradley, and that
can severely limit the number of people who request
interviews."

Dad thought further about the physical thing, and
looked at Quince. "I'll tell you what, Quince, you can
come along with us and get a physical too."

"Dad?" Asked a worried Quince.  Martin explained.
"This would be a great time for you to get a physical
as well.  You'll be entering the job market soon, and,
son, if you can show on your resume a recent physical
that declares you in good condition, that will just
get you one step ahead in your job search."

Not really certain why he should object, Quince
nevertheless voiced his unwillingness to having a
physical.  Martin put his concerns aside. "It'll be a
fun family thing, my three boys getting a physical
together!"

"And speaking about fun things, Bradley, why don't you
call up your friends and have them come over for a
visit?"

Bradley was glad his father brought the subject up.
He was determined to let his father know that by
accepting a term of social servitude, it had cost him
friends.  "I have called Jeremy Rickers, my best
friend, and he spoke on the phone with me briefly. He
said he was busy at the time, but that he would call
me back.  He never has.  And I made a call to Ginger
last night and her mother said she wasn't in.  Ginger
has heard what's up, I'm sure.  She's avoiding me,
just like Jeremy. They're both through with me, Dad."

Alban and Quince felt for Bradley, and looked at their
father for an answer.  Martin felt the worst of all.
"Son.  I think some people just need some time.  And
some, of course, do not, and they make up their minds
outright that they are uncomfortable or unwilling to
socialize with social servants.  There is nothing I
can do.  I am very sorry this has happened."

Bradley was not completely sorry. "I am glad to find
out about Ginger.  If she would shun me or anyone
because of this, I want nothing more to do with her.
But Jeremy and I were real friends, and he and I
thought alike about things.  Or so I thought."
Bradley looked down, there was silence, and tears were
seen falling from his eyes.  Martin indicated the
meeting was over.  As Alban and Quince left the room
in silence, Martin got up and went over and sat on the
couch next to Bradley, and gave him a strong fatherly
hug.  "Bradley, I'm so sorry.  There are lots of
painful things that happen to folks, not just social
servants.  I love you son, so much.  Please believe
me, I am so, so, proud of you.  You are our family's
hero.  I mean that!"  He kissed Bradley below the ear,
tenderly messed his hair, and told him Aunt Karen was
coming to visit him later in the day.

They sat together for several minutes.  When Bradley
had collected himself, Martin told him that it was
time for him to check in with Quince and Alban and get
his list of chores for the day from them.  "Remember
to do as they say.  If you just do what they say, with
no hint of balking or being contrary, and show a
willingness to obey at the outset, you will feel
really good inside.  Give it a try.  I think you'll
like it."

Later in the day, as Bradley's family sat in the
living room watching the fashionable and hugely
popular sitcom, `That's My Binky!', about a fiercely
loyal, lovable, but antic-prone, slave, while Bradley
was finishing up washing the dishes of the family's
evening meal, his Aunt Karen and her husband,
Stuart Bledsoe, made a noisy entrance into the living
room.  Bradley heard everyone laughing it up in a big
way.  He always had a fondness for Aunt Karen, a
big-hearted and, in contrast to her sister, Barbara,
open minded woman.  She and her husband, both lawyers,
let it be known to Barbara, when they heard of their
plans for Bradley, that they felt she was making a big
mistake.

When she came barging into the kitchen moments later
looking for her favorite nephew, Bradley saw why the
family was laughing.  Karen was wearing the standard
green social servant fatigues with buttons down the
side, and sandals.  And she had her hair pinned up to
look like the short hair of a female social servant.
Bradley smiled inside and outside when he saw her.
They hugged, and she gave him a big sloppy kiss.

She and Bradley went into a sitting room just off from
Martins study, and closed the door.  They had a talk
that was frank and loving.  As they spoke, Bradley was
fully at peace for the first time since being
indentured.

In the living room the family chatted with Stuart.
Seeing that the family was watching `That's My
Binky!', Stuart let the family know that he considered
the sitcom to be trash. "Americans watch this crap,
and think that this is the way slavery is.  It is
typical of the way American's get what they think is
news and form their values; from the mass-media
pop-culture."

Stuart had a way of making people think that he was
rather critical of them.  Fortunately the chilly air
that had overtaken the living room was quickly warmed
by the sound of Jason's Mustang pulling into the
driveway.  He knocked a couple of times, and before
anyone could get to the door he let himself in.
"Surprise!  How's everyone tonight?"

Martin introduced Jason to Stuart. "I don't think you
know Karen's husband.  This is Stuart Bledsoe."
Jason's warm smile and firm handshake appealed to
Stuart.  "And who is Karen?" Asked Jason.

Martin was amazed. "Karen is Barbara's sister.  I
guess you never met her since she grew up on the West
coast.  Amazing!"  Martin shook his head in surprise
and asked. "It's great to see you.  What brings you
here?"

"When I got off work I was thinking it would be rather
selfish of me to go home and hang out with the guys.
I thought I could better use my time by stopping in
and see if I could help you out in any way with
Bradley."

Martin was pleased. "That sure is swell of you!
Bradley is visiting with Stuart's social servant right
now in the sitting room."  Martin gave a wink and a
smile to Stuart, who smiled back.  "I'm sure he'd love
to see you."

Jason nodded at Martin and Stuart and made his way to
the sitting room.  The door to the room was closed, so
he opened it and entered.  Karen and Bradley were
sitting on a couch at the far corner of the room
wrapped in conversation.

Jason smiled on seeing Bradley. "How's it going, big
guy?"  Karen was annoyed at the intrusion, and shot an
angry glance in Jason's direction, and turned back to
Bradley.  Jason, used to interrupting social servants
engaged in conversation, was caught by surprise at
being cut off, and continued. "Okay Bradley, why don't
you and I go into your room so I can check out how
you're doing?"

Bradley was momentarily confused over what he should
do, and Karen was concerned that he was upset, and
spoke harshly to Jason. "Look!  Can you see that we're
busy?"  She gave him a hand gesture ordering him to
leave the room.

Jason was on Karen in an instant, pulled her up off
the couch, grabbed her arms and forced her down to the
floor, and shouted. "You slippery assed,
horse-fucking, cunt!  Down on your knees."  Karen let
out a piercing scream.  Jason slapped her hard across
the face. "Where in the fuck were you trained?"  Just
as Martin, Stuart, Barbara, and the free boys rushed
into the room, Jason slapped Karen again. "If you
don't shut up I'll ram something down your throat
that'll gag you for good!"

Martin and Stuart rushed to Jason and pulled him away.
Stuart was furious. "You goddamn thug!  Martin, call
the cops!"

As Barbara and Bradley comforted Karen, Martin
explained to Jason and Stuart what the situation was.
When Stuart found out that Jason was a state certified
trainer with Social Services, that made him even more
determined. "I'll sue you, and I promise you that you
will pay big time!  I'm going to make a lesson of you
and everyone like you!"

When Jason countered that he was acting in a legally
correct fashion, since she was wearing the social
servant uniform, Stuart asked Jason if he had seen a
collar on her, and if he had seen a state ID number on
that collar.

Jason, not as dumb as Stuart first thought he was,
countered back by telling Stuart that although he
should have checked for a collar, Karen, as a lawyer,
should have known better than to risk wrongful
identity, and therefore was acting irresponsibly.

Martin walked Jason out to the kitchen, and
commiserated as Jason explained how hard things were.
"I'm so fucking tired of being considered the bad guy.
And it's folks like Stuart and Karen who lead the
good life and make all the trouble.  It isn't fair!"

Martin assured Jason that a heartfelt apology would go
a long way towards cooling everyone down.  Jason made
the apology with considerable skill, pulling out the
`gosh I messed up big time' act, the good charm that
he had in spades, a note of genuine sincerity, and a
dazzle of teeth that reminded Barbara and Martin, at
least, that he was a good kid after all.

Jason went into the backyard with Quince and Alban and
tossed a ball around with them for about an hour.  The
three of them knew that everybody in the house was
talking about Jason, but Jason wanted to wait it out.
He had to see Bradley.

Bradley and Karen finished their conversation, as
Martin and Stuart talked about the need for top
quality employees in the Social Services agency.

When they left, Martin tried to assure Jason that
Stuart and Karen had cooled down, somewhat.  Jason
said he wanted to comfort Bradley, and apologize to
him.  So he took Bradley to his room and closed the
door, and apologized.

Bradley sat on the bed and Jason sat next to him, and
declared his love.  "Bradley, something happened to
me.  I've never felt this way about anyone before.
But I love you.  I love you.  Love you like I have
never loved another human being.  You are in my
thoughts all day long."  Tears came to Jason's eyes.
"I adore you, man.  I adore you."  He fell to his
knees, sobbing, and put his head in Bradley's lap.

After a minute, Bradley touched his shoulder.  He let
Jason cry in his lap, but offered no returned
affection.  When he was cried out he sat back on the
bed. "Bradley, do you feel anything for me too?"

Before Bradley could answer there was a tapping on the
door and Jason said. "Come in" Then Martin entered.  He
asked to see Jason alone.  In the kitchen he told
Jason that he just got off the phone with his lawyer,
and although his lawyer told him that probably nothing
would come of the incident with Karen, it was
important that he no longer let Jason have any contact
with Bradley, as it could suggest that he, Martin,
encouraged and approved the use of such tactics as
Jason demonstrated on Karen.

"Can I just go in there and say goodnight to Bradley?"

"No Jason, I'll tell him you said `goodnight'."

In his car on the freeway back to Addison County,
with the windows rolled up, Jason cried out loud as he
never did before in his life, and shouted out loud.
"Bradley Forestman, I love you.  I love you!  I love
you!"