Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 04:37:58 -0800 From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com> Subject: Traditional Values - Part 15 Traditional Values By Randall Austin PART FIFTEEN This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com Randall Austin's Archive Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories Hal Franklin was invited to join the Forestman's for breakfast because afterwards he would be driving Bradley out to Social Services for `inventory day'. Inventory day happened once every two months, and every social servant in the county who was indentured within that period is gathered, examined, and given a sort of formal send off into the world of social servitude. The county social service agencies in Vermont had found that the gathering of new social servants every several weeks for their formal send off had an overall salutary effect on the disposition of most social servants, so what began, initially several years ago as simply a pure inventory day, where servants were examined and given a final rating, had grown into an important little sendoff ceremony. There were two separate inventory days every two months, one for the males, and one for the female social servants. Around the breakfast table, to Mr. and Mrs. Forestman, Flora, and Bradley, Hal explained further. "Bradley will get to see his brothers and all of the other boys currently in training at Social Services; except for those who are in their very first week, because they are kept in stocks and yokes in a special room, as well as all of the boys who were indentured in the last two months. So some of the servants who have completed training will be coming from auction houses, some from their family's home, and some from their newly acquired service positions. So you will see a broad range of dress, hairstyles, piercings, collars, bandings, brandings, and adornments. For most of the day all of you boys will be kept naked. But once you are all naked you can easily identify the boys who are currently in training at social services, like your two brothers, because they will be pierced and have giant hoop rings dangling from their penises." Flora was curious. "What are they for Mr. Franklin?" Barbara gave a look as if she didn't want Hal to delve into the subject, but he countered her. "Look, since Bradley is going to be pierced and fitted with a hoop ring when his two brothers return to live here at the end of the week, and all three boys are going to be hoop ringed, I really think you are doing Flora no favors by trying to keep her from the facts. After all, it is a part of social servantry culture, and one needs to know these things if one is going to be around social servants. Only when all the facts are out can the reasons for society's more be understood, and the beauty of its traditionally held values be fully appreciated." With an approving nod from Martin, Hal continued, as Bradley, looking glum, and stopped eating. "Flora, when you have a lot of servant boys together in close quarters, they tend to do things they shouldn't be doing, especially with each other." "What do you mean Mr. Franklin?" Asked an eager to learn Flora. "Well, Flora, do you remember what you and your dad caught Bradley doing the other night? You and your father walked in on him and he was pumping himself. Do you remember? The way he was shamelessly manipulating himself with both hands?" Bradley bit his lip and frowned, as if trying to stifle an urge to cry, as Flora questioned further. "Yes, but he only did that because the bar that kept his privates secure was unlocked and removed. If my brothers are going to have their privates locked up with a bar while they are staying here, then why do they need a giant hoop ring also?" "You're a very smart girl, Flora, so let me explain. A lot of servant boys discover after a long time of wearing the infibulation bar that if they get another servant boy or girl to put their mouths over their penis, and do a gentle tonguing, they can eventually experience an orgasm without a full erection, which the bar prevents. So to prevent this practice, a giant hoop ring piercing into the most forward part of the foreskin prevents the boys from being able to get each others' penises into their mouths." Bradley threw his arms on the table, and put his head into his hands, and covered his face. Martin offered immediate comfort. "Bradley, stop crying. The hoop ring is only for the two weeks you boys will be living together here. No one, I repeat, no one has ever thought that you boys might try to do such a thing to each other. We trust you all, for heaven's sake! That goes without saying. The hoop ring, like your hobbles and infibulation bar, are only temporary, and are standard practice these days for all new servants." Hal offered comfort as well. "That's why this inventory day is going to do you a world of good. You will see, Bradley, that there are hundreds of boys throughout the county who are just like you: collared, hobbled, infibulated, and ringed." "And speaking of that, since you will be on display today along with all of the other boys, you will want to look your very best. A lot of officials from Social Services will be checking you out all over today. Did you shave yourself all over, and scrub yourself super clean today?" "Yes, sir." Answered Bradley quietly, still looking glum. Hal instructed. "Flora, why don't you take Bradley into the bathroom and do an inspection of your brother? Make sure he's clean and shaved all over." Martin, uncomfortable, interrupted. "No, I'll do it. I really haven't instructed Flora yet as to what is required in an inspection." Hal gave an accusatory shake of his head to Martin, and Martin gave an apologetic look that said. "I know, I know, I should have gotten Flora involved in assisting with Bradley by this time!" Hal shook his head in dismay. "Martin, you are going to have your hands full here with three rambunctious social servants underfoot, and you are going to need all the help you can get!" Flora swallowed, Bradley cringed, and Barbara beamed. Hal explained. "There are so many things you can do to make things easier on yourself and on Barbara and Flora. Little measures you can take so that you don't have to spend half of each day dragging your boys over your lap for a spanking, or tying them down to the kitchen table for a strapping. For one, either keep them naked, or keep their butt flaps open so their little behinds are always ready and spankable. Reminder swats on the bare behind are an easy yet effective way to keep a boy thinking twice about misstepping." "And I would remind you that I have been out to Andrew's compound, where your boys most likely will be in service, many times, and his compound employs many of these same, simple, procedures as a means of having to avoid more serious punishment sessions. Procedures you should be using in your home right now! You have probably noticed that there are mouth-soaping stations sprinkled throughout the compound. The boys' arms are strapped to the sides of the cubicle in front of a large basin type sink, thus making it easy for employees and overseers to come up behind the boys, hold them firmly in place by pushing their hips into the boys' behinds, and thus they have both hands free to make the boys bend over and reach around and soap up and wash out the boys' mouths. Simple mouth washings are a non-traumatic yet thoroughly effective treatment for wrong behavior. You should have been giving Bradley regular mouth washings all along!" "And out at the compound they have bolts in the walls at penis level where his boys can be padlocked to the wall by their penis rings, fitted with blinkers, and made to stand close to the wall. Two or three hours of being penis-ringed to the wall and blinkered has the same effect and benefits as a serious whipping. It's a simple procedure you can employ right here at home. I have my drill in the car, and I would be happy to install three bolts in your living room." Martin now felt he had been unduly neglectful. "Well Hal, if you think so, then go ahead and install the bolts." Bradley was terribly embarrassed to have his mother and little sister hear that in his new life he would be subjected to such things as being cuffed into a mouth washing station, and penis locked to a wall and fitted with blinders. A strange and powerful feeling of shame coursed through his body like a shudder, and he turned his head down in utter embarrassment. Hal continued. "And don't forget that starter kit that Social Services gave you. It includes toe and finger screws. They are great performance enhancers. Simple yet effective! Have you used them yet?" Hal waited for Martin to say something, but he didn't. Martin just looked guilty, but Hal knew he was getting through to him. Hal looked at his watch. "Well, Martin, it's time for Bradley and me to get going to Social Services. Since Bradley is going to be knob-naked for most of the day, and you want him to make a good impression, I think you'd better take him into the bathroom for his inspection. Have him brush his teeth, put some deodorant and cologne on him, grease his hair, and make sure he's smooth as a baby. Then, later, I'll pick him up when the inventory is over. It's a full day for Bradley, so I'll be bringing him back home around 7 PM tonight!" On the drive to Social Services, Hal offered encouragement to Bradley. "Bradley, you're almost a full fledged social servant now, so sit up nice and tall in the car. Now let's see a proud, happy-to-serve, smile on your face!" Bradley sat up and tried to smile. "Come on now, you're a servant boy! You have to give me a better smile than that. You need to know that now that you're almost a social servant, your dad and I intend to start getting serious with your discipline. I can promise you that from now on you're going to be hustling to do as you're told!" Bradley managed a smile, and found it frustrating that Hal could be such a shit. "That's better! I'd hate to have all of the other servant boys at social services see you with a big paddle-reddened fanny." Although Bradley was nervous about inventory day, he was also very curious. He had never had very much contact with social servants in his life, and now that he was a servant himself, he was finally going to meet some of them, perhaps many of them. Now he would be able to see what they looked like, observe how they behaved, find out how they smelled, and check out the varied attitudes they displayed. When Bradley saw the Social Services building come into view he tensed up and began to sweat. When Hal drove the car into the lower-level unloading bay, the same bay where Bradley's father delivered Quince and Alban to Social Services, Bradley shuddered and was overcome with fear. He saw many cars in the bay, with many people getting out of the cars and being greeted by uniformed employees of Social Services. When Hal stopped his car and rolled down the window, Bradley wanted to cry. A late middle-aged officer came up to Hal's car and leaned into the window. "And whom do we have here?" Hal explained that he had Bradley Forestman in the car, and he brought him to be inventoried. The officer, in a friendly manner, asked Bradley to step out of the car. Hal shouted out a "goodbye" to Bradley as he got out of the car, and Bradley whispered a "bye" in return. The officer smiled at Bradley and pointed to a door for Bradley to step into, and told him he would be given further instructions once he was inside. There was a steady flow of males going through the doors; some were in recognizable slave fatigues, some in button down-the-side jumpsuits such as Bradley was wearing, some had civilian clothes, and some had civilian clothes along with training paddles. As he walked through the doors and saw a lot of other social servants looking somewhat apprehensive and unsure of what to do, Bradley began to feel better. After the servants had entered the reception area and had signed in, they were led to an adjoining room, where they had their collars swiped, were given a wire basket with a number affixed, into which they were ordered to put all of their clothing: shoes, sandals, and any other removable items of adornment, such as rings and bracelets. Then, when completely naked, they were instructed to go down the hallway and enter the room marked `Exhibition Hall # 1', and go stand over the area of the grid marked floor which had the same number as the number on their clothes basket. When Bradley entered Exhibition Hall #1, there were already about 100 servants standing over their numbered places on the floor. Soon after Bradley had found his spot, a uniformed employee came up to him and greeted him in a friendly manner. "Good morning." Bradley greeted him in return. The officer knelt down in front of Bradley, took from a satchel which hung about his waist, a short, light caliper, chain attached to a soft leather cuff. As he reached for Bradley's scrotum and gently kneaded his balls to release them low into his sack so he could attach the cuff around his scrotum just below his penis, he instructed him. "This cuff is just temporary until after the introductory remarks, and the first stage assessment is over. It will then be removed if you pass the standards requirements. You also will be able to speak with the other social servants later on, but for now we ask all of you to be silent until we give you the word." The officer felt about the scrotum cuff, and asked Bradley if it was painful or too tight. Bradley, relieved by the civil treatment, answered. "No, it's not sir. Thank you, sir." The officer then took the chain attached to the cuff and locked it to a bolt in the floor. When the officer got up and went over to another servant boy and started cuffing him in a similar manner, Bradley noted that all of the boys were getting chained to the floor by a chain that led from their scrotum cuffs. It was a very busy scene. The room was quickly filling with naked social servants trying to find their spots, and getting chained down to the floor by a chain that led to the cuff around their balls. And all about on various bits of business were Social Service officials, some in uniforms and some in standard office dress attire, holding clipboards, surveying the servants, and talking among themselves. Some were rushing about, some stood in one spot, but all of them were focused on doing their job. The majority of the servants, like Bradley, seemed to be quietly trying to get a fix on exactly what was going on. Bradley noted that the vast majority of the social servants, of which he guessed there to be about 200 in number, seemed to be in the 20 to 35 age bracket. As Bradley watched the preparations he noted that none of the Social Service personnel seemed in any way short or ill tempered, and all were treating the servants they dealt with in a polite manner. Bradley, who had had his eye out for his brothers the entire time, finally spotted Quince being chained to the floor by his scrotum cuff six rows ahead of him. He was amazed at what he saw. Quince was bald, all over, and looked somewhat formidable with his firm build, and fitted out with rings all over his body: snout rings on both sides of his nose, large tit rings, three rings in each ear, a giant penis hoop ring, along with his infibulation bar and ring, and training paddles on both of his legs and arms. The officer cuffing him to the floor stood up and spoke to Quince in what seemed to be an affirming way, and patted Quince on the shoulder when he left. Quince seemed to be a different person. His macho posturing was nowhere in evidence, and he seemed calmer and more relaxed than he had ever been before. Bradley couldn't take his eyes off of him. The social servants ended up being locked down to the floor in a formation that consisted of 16 rows of servants, with about 15 servants to a row. All of the social servants standing in formation were facing a small, raised, stage, with a speaker's dais center stage. Once several Social Service officials started gathering on the stage, all of the remaining guards, trainers, overseers, and office personnel, quickly took standing positions throughout the room, and the room gradually quieted down. A benevolent looking officer in the Social Service trainer uniform walked to the dais. He appeared to be about 60 years of age with his white hair, and Bradley instantly liked him, attracted to his kind face, and sensing in him a genuine concern for the well being of the servants. He spoke. "Good morning, gentlemen." The majority of the servants answered in a strong unison voice. "Good morning, sir!" The strong response of the social servants stirred Bradley. There was no hesitation. They were not being cynical. There was no attitude displayed, such as had even slightly formed in Bradley, of the `what in the hell is this joker going to say?' variety. The social servants seemed to be trusting and respectful. Bradley was impressed. It was, in fact, the way Bradley wanted to be, because Bradley was by nature a trusting, non-cynical, person. But since he had been indentured, Bradley had been battling with his status. He had felt initially social servantry could work, could be a benign system, if it was actually carried out as presented in the television ads, and in the materials from Social Services. But the attitudes he had run into, from his brothers, his father, his uncle, Jason, and Hal, had made him doubtful that the life of a social servant could ever be a benign one. But now Bradley was tempted to think that perhaps the unpleasant part of social service was just in the training. The officer on the dais continued. "I am Officer Charles Wilkins. Thank you all for coming. I want to welcome you to what we call, informally, `inventory day'. This is where we gather all the folks who were indentured within the last two months in our county and do the final quality check, administer any needed medical procedures, finalize our paper work, and check you out once again to make certain that we are offering buyers the finest servants we possibly can. And just by looking at all of you now, I can proclaim with confidence that you are, indeed, a superior looking group of social servants." Officer Wilkins smiled, and nodded to some of his fellow officers, who all nodded in agreement with Officer Wilkins' assessment of the new crop of social servants standing, ball-chained to the floor, before them. They were content that they were putting out a superior product. "Just look at yourselves! There are a total of 242 of you here today. All of you are fine looking boys! It pleases me to see you all smiling and looking so proud of yourselves. And let me report that yesterday standing in your place, we had here 176 newly indentured females. And just like you they were standing here bare, collared, shaved, many of them hobbled, and chained to the floor by their genital ring. And also like all of you here today, they stood tall, smiling, and proud of their status! My boys and I gave them the same talk we are now giving you; that you are all special and beautiful people. In all there were 418 new social servants enlisted into the service industry in this county within the last two months. And if my fellow officers and employees of Vermont Social Services and I are so proud to be a part of it all, then how much more so should all of you be proud to be a part of Vermont Social Services, for you are what the system is all about!" "And there is something else for you to be proud about, and it is the reason why you are so important to every citizen of Vermont; last year in the State of Vermont's budget, 17% of the state's revenue was generated from the sale of state superintended social servants. If you don't know much about state finances, just let me tell you that you are very, very, important to our new economy. That 17% that you boys represent translates into 17% that can be cut elsewhere, and it shows up chiefly in huge tax cuts for your family and your friends. You boys are directly impacting the quality of life of every citizen of Vermont, not just those citizens lucky enough to own one of you. You all need to be very proud of the part you play in giving all of the citizens of Vermont a better life!" Officer Wilkins speech was interrupted by a sudden round of applause, accompanied with vocal exclamations, for the social servants from all of the officers, guards, trainers, overseers, and Social Service employees in the room. As they applauded they smiled and looked in appreciation at the group of 242 boys. The social servant boys were surprised at the sudden outburst of gratitude, and they returned smiles of delight and appreciation for the round of applause. Bradley was moved. 242 servant boys, with their ball sacks cinched and chained to the floor, were being applauded by their overseers. The guards, trainers, and overseers, in their dark colored uniforms, stood in stark contrast to the naked flesh of the 242 males, as they applauded and smiled at the crop of new social servants, all of them looking eager and ready to serve. When the applause died down, Officer Wilkins continued. "First, let me cover a few formalities on the day's schedule. Since we have a wide range of servants here, coming from several different training venues, we expect no standard of behavior here today other than the standard of politeness and obedience. It is the same standard my men and I, and all employees of Vermont Social Services, will be employing as well as we serve you here today." "And, also, I want to explain, and this will lead into the chief point I want to leave you with today, why it is that all of you are chained to the floor right now, especially since my men and I have just demonstrated to you by our applause how highly we admire all of you. You are all chained to the floor right now, simply, because Social Services of Vermont, that includes my men and me, are intent on protecting you. We can't risk a single one of you coming to any harm." "This `inventory day' is the day we check to see if we have any folks in your ranks who are not worthy of your calling. As the county officials go about assessing each one of you, they will be making certain that we do not have any social misfits, or dangerous elements. Most of you are in the ranks for noble purposes; to help family or friends, to help yourself recover from debt, at the advice of counselors, because the job market was tight and you wanted to be a productive member of society. But there are always a few bad beans in the bunch, boys who join the ranks, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, and who try to see what they can get out of it for themselves, how they can personally profit from the system. Some folks call such behavior laziness; I call it criminal!" "The little cuff and chain that keep you standing in one spot will be removed after your assessment. Those who are found to be not ready for service will be sent to another training facility for reevaluation. But once you pass the standards requirements, an officer will come and remove your cuff, and you can consider that as a sign that we have full trust and confidence in you. And once it is removed, you may pass into the next room and have a break. Help yourself to all of the snacks we have set out for you in there, and feel free to socialize and have a good time with each other. Then afterwards we will have you form into groups and spend most of the day in round table discussions sharing your ideas, thoughts, and insights on how best to enlist the social servant's `Commitment to Excellence' program in your lives." All of the servants were happy and smiling. Bradley felt good about what he saw, the way the other servants not only looked content and happy, but even seemed peaceful. Bradley wanted to be like them. He felt a need to bond with them. Social Service employees, in regular business dress clothes, slowly began to walk among the ranks of the boys with their clipboards, taking notes on the servants, stopping to do such things as measure a body part, turning a head and inspecting an ear, feeling the quality of the flesh on the legs and arms, checking teeth, and looking into eyes. They did their inspections in silence as Officer Wilkins continued speaking. "At any given time we have about seventy social servants in training at this facility. There are about sixty-five of you in this room who are currently in training here. You can identify them by the giant hoop rings they are wearing. We also have seven other new servants in training, but because it is their first week here, they are kept in special isolation wards to help them more easily adjust to their new status. They will be the `old timers' here come the next 'inventory day'." Ever since he was indentured, Bradley's family, relatives, and overseers, had hammered into him that he was not alone, that there were hundreds of other boys throughout the city who were just like him: infibulated, collared, and hobbled. Now he realized that what he had been told was really true. He was in a room full of boys just like him, all fitted with collars, infibulation bars and rings, and training paddles. There were indeed hundreds of boys in his very same city who had to walk with their legs spread wide because they were wearing training paddles. There were indeed hundreds of other boys throughout the city who had to strip naked whenever ordered, who were prevented from masturbating, who had to be chained down to their beds at night, who had to get paddled if they were naughty. Bradley was not alone. It was a strange feeling for Bradley to somehow not feel like he was the only different one, the only one in weird getup. Here, indeed, were hundreds of boys around his age, who were going through what he was going through. He had not been lied to. The Social Service inspectors who walked through the ranks of the male servants taking notes were both male and female. Bradley noted how none of the other social servants seemed to have not the slightest problem being seen and inspected by females. When the first female inspector stopped at Bradley to measure the length of his forearms he found himself easily able not to care that he was bare in front of a female. He stood proud, wanting to be like the other social servants who knew that it was no big deal to be seen bare by members of the opposite sex. Officer Wilkins took a drink of water and continued. "The reason I want to address your scrotum cuff and the attached chain that secures you to the floor is because what you boys do is the very lifeblood of our state's economic health. And for that reason we do not, ever, want you to be unhappy or feeling bad about yourselves. We all are so proud of you, so grateful to you for what you do, that we feel privileged to be working alongside of you, hand in hand. We are ready to support you and offer you any of the tools you may need to be a fulfilled social servant. The last thing we want is for you to be feeling bad about anything that is done to you by your owners or overseers in terms of guidance." "My boys here". Officer Wilkins did a sweeping nod to the guards and overseers who stood nearest to him. "They are just so proud and happy to be standing alongside of you. You can count on all of us to offer you the support, care, and respect that you deserve. And that is why it is so important to all of us that you do not look at your cuff and chain, or your collar, or your rings, or any of the other status devices commonly used on social servants, with anything other than pride. There is nothing negative about any of it! In fact all of it; the collar, training paddles, chains; should be taken as symbols of our love for you and our pride in you! We don't chain you to the floor, or do anything else to you, because we look down on you. Quite the contrary! We chained you down, as I explained, because we want to protect you. You are valuable and special to us. All the folks who work here at Social Services look at you as the `special' people. We can't risk any of you coming to harm. We here at Social Services see our first duty as being here to serve YOU, and to offer you the best care and protection we possibly can. Believe me, this is our pledge to you, and it comes from the bottom of our hearts!" All of the naked social servant boys were smiling inside, touched at the generous words of Officer Wilkins. "You are all new to social service. And one thing that is common to new social servants, especially during their initial training, is a certain embarrassment at their new position. It is a common thing; yet the embarrassment is unnecessary because there is nothing to be embarrassed about. But I will tell you that there are an awful lot of things to be proud about! To prove this to you, let me ask you some questions, and I want you to respond by raising your hands." The entire group of servants was beginning to relax and enjoy Officer Wilkins presentation. Officer Wilkins noted the servants starting to get more comfortable. "Now I want to see the hands of all of you who were embarrassed to have your family members see you for the first time after your initial processing." The hands of about half of the boys went up tentatively, and that was soon followed by the hands of all the rest of the servants going up. As the servants looked about the room they all began to smile at themselves and each other. And all of the kindly officers, overseers, guards, and Social Services office employees, standing about, began to smile as well. It was a scene they had seen played out many times before. But the smiles on the faces of the social servants warmed their hearts. Officer Wilkins let some of the laughter die down, then continued. "Now I want to see the hands of all of you who felt like maybe it was the end of the world when you got collared and hobbled." Again, almost all of the hands were raised, tentatively at first, but then straight up and sure. More smiles from everyone, but before the noise quieted down Officer Wilkins went ahead. "How many of you felt bad because maybe you were pulled out of college, or couldn't go on a vacation with your family that was being planned, or felt depressed being pulled away from all the things you were used to, and from the life you were living?" While all the hands were in the air Officer Wilkins said in a loud and affirming voice. "Guess what? It looks like every one of you here is human after all!" The room erupted into laughter of recognition. Officer Wilkins charged ahead. "How many of you boys were embarrassed when you had to strip naked for the first time in front of family members, or in front of a potential buyer for inspection?" Every hand shot up. Some of the boys began talking to each other. Officer Wilkins was smiling broadly. "Let's remember to keep the chatter down." The boys instantly quieted down. Officer Wilkins paused for dramatic effect. "Now I want to see the hands of all of you who have had to get a spanking since you were indentured." This time, again, just a few hands went up at first, then the rest of the hands followed, and soon every hand was in the air. Smiles soon formed on the faces of all the servants, and that was followed shortly after by giggles and laughter. One young man didn't have his hand raised, and Officer Wilkins noted it. "Here's a young man who hasn't needed any discipline yet. Tell me young man, when were you indentured?" Everyone heard the feeble voice reply. "Two days ago, sir." The entire room erupted into laughter. Bradley was laughing as loud as everyone else. He now knew that the spankings and tawsings he had received were just a part of life for all social servants. He was beginning to feel content again, the way his old self felt with its lot. "Along those same lines, how many of you boys did something really foolish already within your first two months of service and had to receive a rather more serious bit of disciplining than a spanking?" Almost every hand shot up, without hesitation. "I hope you are beginning to see that you are all being treated pretty much in the same way. And that if you do have to get punished in any way you do not have to waste your energy being embarrassed by it or by being ashamed of yourselves." Officer Wilkins raised his voice. "Remember, you have nothing to be ashamed of because you are the special people!" Another boisterous round of applause for the social servants from the guards, trainers, and overseers followed Officer Wilkins statement. All of the social servants chained to the floor by their balls were beginning to feel really good about themselves. Officer Wilkins, by his friendly questions, was helping the social servants feel connected to each other and to their calling. He encouraged the bonding even as the applause continued by shouting over the din. "You are all such beautiful people!" But Officer Wilkins was not finished with the questions. When the applause stopped, he asked. "Okay, here's another question for you! How many of you boys would, if you could, remove your infibulation bars and rings?" The hands of everyone shot up followed by loud laughter. Officer Wilkins joined them in their laughter, as did the guards, trainers, and overseers. Even the inspectors standing among the ranks of the social servants joined the social servants in their laughter of recognition. Recognition that they were in fact not being singled out and treated in any way differently from any other social servant. That there was nothing to feel bad or ashamed about. That somehow everything was okay with the world, and that social servants were indeed the `special people'. Officer Wilkins elaborated. "Let me use your infibulation bars and rings as an example of how something you may have thought of as a bad thing, is in fact a very good thing; a good thing that shows the special concern our State Social Service Agency has for you. One of the reasons you are all standing here and in good spirits right now is in fact due to your infibulation bars. Now I know this may be hard for you to see right now, but it has been proven scientifically that re-channeling libido during stressful situations actually helps calm nerves. And let's face it, training can be QUITE stressful!" Most of the social servants nodded and smiled in agreement. "But the good news is that for most of you the infibulators will be coming off as soon as you are positioned or purchased. And the even better news is that training is almost over for all of you!" The social servants in a group let out spontaneous yells and a round of applause. Officer Wilkins and his men were happy to see their enthusiasm. When it quieted down, he explained. "And here is a really important bit of information for you. Many servants who have been in positions for a long time report that the only unpleasant and difficult part of being a social servant was the training period. That is the reason why Vermont has the highest rate of servants who voluntarily seek extensions on their terms of service, and that is why Vermont is known as the land of happy servants!" Most of the new social servants, many of them committed to servitude for life, standing naked, ball-chained, and exposed before the kind and understanding guards, trainers, and overseers, were beginning to feel much better about themselves and their lot. They were beginning to accept that they might, in fact, be `special' people. During Officer Wilkins' talk the 242 social servants in the room managed to look around and check each other out. Every one of them could see that all of the other servants in the room were, indeed, either currently or recently infibulated. 242 boys penis-locked in order to help them better focus on their training. But now they held their heads up high, proud to have had their penises locked up because it was what was done traditionally, and now they were part of that tradition. 242 new social servants not only no longer ashamed of being penis-locked, but now proud to have been penis-locked so that they might better serve. Many of the servants were now wishing their families and friends could see them, all of them together, so that their family and friends would know that all new servant boys got penis-locked, and it was one of the things that made them special. Bradley recalled how he had once played slave and master with a childhood friend. That was, of course, just make-believe play, and they were children. But this was the real thing, and he really was something like a slave now, standing with hundreds of other real slave boys. And strange to him, he was proud. The fact that he and all the other social servants were naked emphasized their uniqueness; he was proud to be naked like all the other servant boys. He was proud to be on display for such nice and respectful overseers as Officer Wilkins and his men, because they really cared about them and took pride in them. He wanted to please Officer Wilkins and his men. When Bradley was asked by one of the inspectors if he had any problems sleeping, he didn't have to answer in any formal way the way the boys who had had formal training with the state tended to answer questions, with "Yes sirs" and "No sirs." He just had to answer politely. But he was feeling invigorated, and he wanted to be like the other formally trained social servants, so he answered the inspector in a firm voice, "No ma'am, I have no problems sleeping, ma'am. Thank you ma'am!" The female inspector smiled in deep appreciation at not only such a beautiful boy, but at such a super proud, polite, and respectful boy. Bradley knew the inspector liked what she saw, and he was happy that such a dedicated and hard working employee of the State Social Service Agency got to see him exposed. His overseers had to see all of him so that they could know how best to take care of all of him. He felt strangely protected being inspected. It was a rare and new feeling. He stood tall and thrust his hips slightly forward as the inspector wrote on her clipboard. The inspectors working among the social servants were beginning to unchain the boys from the floor, and remove their scrotum cuffs. Officer Wilkins addressed them. "It looks like the uncuffing has begun. What I want you boys to do when you are uncuffed is to walk up here to the stage, stand next to each other, and I want all of you to form a big circle in the room." An almost festive atmosphere was beginning to overtake the room. All but three of the boys were uncuffed. Those three unfit boys were led by their scrotum chains out of the room by one of the guards. When all of the boys who had passed the standards requirements were standing in a circle, all of the Social Service employees, guards, trainers, overseers, and office personnel, came and took places amongst them in the giant circle. Officer Wilkins joined the circle, and in a loud voice said. "Now I want everyone to hold hands with the people standing next to you!" One of the officers pushed a button on the dais and an orchestral introduction to the state anthem began. "Let's all join our voices in the state anthem!" When it was time to begin singing Officer Wilkins and several of the senior guards led the way with strong singing voices. Soon everyone joined in. As the moving anthem continued tears formed in the eyes of many of the servants and Social Services personnel. "Hail to Vermont! Lovely Vermont! Hail to Vermont so fearless! Sing we a song! Sing loud and long! To our little state so peerless! Green are her hills, Clear are her rills, Fair are her lakes, and rivers and valleys; Blue are her skies, Peaceful she lies, But when roused to a call she speedily rallies" When the moving chorus portion of the anthem began, there was not a dry eye in the room. Bradley and Quince, along with many other of the social servants, were so emotionally moved by the anthem that their crying interrupted their ability to sing. "Hail to Vermont! Dear old Vermont! Our love for you is so great. We cherish your name, We serve! We laud, We obey, We acclaim! Our own Green Mountain State." When it was over, and the music died down, Officer Wilkins, with an emotional voice, instructed. "Now I want everyone to hug the person next to you!" Everyone hugged and patted each other on the back. After a period of time Officer Wilkins spoke again. "Okay, before moving into the next room for refreshments, I want everyone to spend the next 10 minutes going around the room and giving big hugs to as many people as you can! Servants, make sure you hug as many guards, trainers, and overseers as you can. And I don't want to see any sissy hugs. Don't be afraid to show your love and appreciation. I want to see you squeezing my men as hard as you can!" As everyone moved about the room hugging each other, hardly a single social servant was dry-eyed. Bradley, Quince, and Alban spotted each other at just about the same time, and they rushed to gather together. As the three of them hugged, with tears streaming down their faces, Officer Wilkins observed the three brothers in their group hug. He noted that all three of them had especially appealing large and inviting bubble butts. He then realized that they had to be the three Forestman brothers, because just the previous day an Andrew Rickers had asked to speak to him personally and have him confirm that all three of the Forestman boys were, indeed, callipygous.