Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 03:53:10 -0800 From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com> Subject: Traditional Values - Part 29 Traditional Values By Randall Austin PART TWENTY-NINE 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 Rashad collected Bradley, escorted him to the nursing station, and led him into exam room #3. Jeremy was chatting with nurse Ariel Diamond as Rashad led Bradley in. Jeremy, who had a long attraction to the straight but very handsome, dark haired, Ariel, loved to watch Ariel treat rollerboys. Ariel instructed Bradley to remove all of his clothes. "You have a bullwhipping coming in a few days. So starting today and for the next two days, I'm going to be giving you a little something. But first I need to check you out, make sure you don't have any sort of lesions or infection on your back that could cause serious problems if the whip were to lacerate such areas." When Bradley was down to just his rubber pants, Jeremy stepped up to Bradley, unlocked the pants, pulled them down, ordered Bradley to step out of them, and to stoop over and eject his ass rod. Bradley did as ordered and Ariel proceeded to do a thorough examination of his body. Ariel made a light-hearted comment, "Having big-assed servants has the added advantage of giving you more surface area to spank!" Everyone laughed except Bradley. Checking out Bradley's back, Ariel proclaimed, "It looks like we're a `go' for Bradley's whipping. His back and rump are whip-ready!" Ariel instructed Bradley to lie on the cot so he could give him an injection, but Bradley asked first what it was for. Rashad grabbed Bradley and had him prone on the cot in one easy move. Holding him securely in position he said, "He's ready for his pricking!" Ariel and Jeremy smiled as Ariel explained, "It's a mild sedative. That's all." Bradley said he didn't want it, and Jeremy, in a rather bored voice, explained, "You have no choice in the matter. You are the property of Maple Valley and are subject to the decisions made by its board of governors. We are merely agents of the corporation, and therefore we have no choice in the matter but to execute policy." When Bradley started to holler as Ariel was about to inject him, Jeremy was impatient, "Bradley, just shut up. This is for your own benefit, you asshole!" Jeremy delighted in watching Ariel prick Bradley in the right buttock, and then swab the area with alcohol. He wished Ariel had more procedures to perform. As Ariel left the room, Jeremy told Rashad that he could leave because he wanted to talk to Bradley. Bradley immediately got up and reached for his rubber undies. Jeremy stopped him, "Hey, I didn't say you could put your pants back on! I never get to see you naked anymore." Bradley looked uncomfortable, and slightly angry. Jeremy put his hand on his shoulder, "I don't know why you're acting all uppity with me. I tried to be your friend here, but every time I try to talk to you, you act like I'm treating you like shit. What happened to my old pal, `Blowjob Bradley'?" Bradley smiled briefly, then responded, "It's hard trusting anybody. I'm treated like shit here. All of us rollerboys, we're all treated like shit. I can't believe you would be a part of this." "Look Bradley, I'm not going to get into any of that with you. I know you servants talk about that kind of stuff with each other. I'll let you servants explore those issues on your own. That you are in social service here is something that happened between you and your dad. My understanding is that you agreed to it. Don't blame me that you are now a social servant. All I know is that I have treated you decently. Maple Valley adheres to all state and federal slave regulations, and has been cited by the Handler's Association for its humane treatment of servants. We have codes of behavior here for both servants and handlers. If you feel you're being treated unfairly or abusively, there are various avenues open to you. You could file a complaint." Bradley let it drop, knowing how servants who filed complaints at Maple Valley Resort were treated. Jeremy understood Bradley's frustration, and tried to commiserate. "I maybe know why you're upset. As you know, we monitor your calls. I notice that your dad isn't taking any calls from you, and that you spoke with your mother and asked her to have your father intervene in your scheduled punishment. That was four days ago. It seems like your dad wants to stay out of it." Bradley looked pained. In an attempt to lighten the situation Jeremy patted Bradley on the back, "It looks like your going to be getting your first real bullwhipping, big fella!" After the misfired attempt at levity, Jeremy apologized, "If you'd like, I can ask your dad, since I'm going to be speaking with him tomorrow." Bradley looked surprised. "Would you Jeremy, please?" Jeremy nodded in the affirmative and Bradley asked why he was going to be speaking with him. "My dad asked me to." Bradley gave a quizzical look, and Jeremy continued. "I can tell you why my dad asked me to talk to Martin if you want, but I ask that you not to be alarmed, because we're not exactly sure what your dad is up to. My dad heard it through the grapevine that your dad made a trip to Florida recently." "Yes, I know that. I was still at home at the time." "Did your dad tell you why he made a trip to Florida?" "No." Jeremy nodded, "I'm not surprised. Because what my dad heard was that your dad was checking out Florida's Serf Estate program. Do you know what a serf is, Bradley?" "It's a part time slave, sort of." "That's right. But there's an old saying about serfs; there are only two sorts of folks who are interested in such a program. One are late middle-aged folks who find themselves unable to land anything but dead end jobs, so they sign themselves up voluntarily for the program. And the other folks who opt for the program are parents who want to make some money off of their kids by selling them as slaves for life, but whose consciences prevent them from selling them into full-time slavery." "I'm in the business, so I know the stories I hear are true; parents packing their kids in the car and taking them for a vacation to Florida Dizzy World, and once they cross over into Florida stop at the first county slave affairs office they pass and deliver their kids up for a tidy profit." Bradley, frowning, tried to process the information as Jeremy continued, "My dad wants me to talk to your dad and find out what's going on. He basically wants me to make an offer to buy you boys for `no end term' if that is indeed what your dad really wants to do. He wants me to make the case for him because I'm your friend; tell him how you boys are adjusting to service; how we think all three of you really could find a comfortable fit as lifetime servants; and to let him know that he could make a hell of a lot more money selling you three boys for life to Maple Valley Resort than he could by selling you to the Florida Serf Estate program." "You may not know it, but almost a third of our rollerboys are lifers. Maple Valley Resort buys lifer property if it's top quality, since social servants can be a very good investment. We of course only keep you till about the age of thirty-three or so, then we send you to the glue factory." Bradley looked like he might cry, so Jeremy backed off, "Hey, `glue factory' is just what we overseers call the county general auction. I didn't mean to offend you." "I just want you to know, Bradley, that I'm on your family's side in this. I'm trying to help out your dad by trying to make sure he doesn't make any stupid moves. You and your brothers are really very valuable pieces, so to speak, and it would be a shame to see your dad lose out by not positioning you properly in the market. Taking you boys down south would be a big mistake." Jeremy paused, and seeing that Bradley was upset and not a good prospect for a quick fuck, spoke, "Look Bradley, I just seem to be upsetting you with everything I say. I'll see you later." Jeremy got on his pager and called for Rashad. Rashad entered the service room as Jeremy was still checking his pager for recent messages. Jeremy instructed Rashad as he exited, "Bradley's lost in a round of self pity. Give him a good strapping to help him snap out of it, then get him back on the floor as soon as possible. It's starting to get really busy down there for the lunch rush." Jeremy exited, Rashad took a strap from the implement shelf, sat on a wide armless chair, and instructed Bradley, "Okay, over my knee, Spanky!" Bradley, tears starting to flow, went over Rashad's knees. Rashad gripped both of Bradley's arms together behind his back with one hand, and with his right arm he immediately laid on the first stroke of the strap. Bradley's big white butt jiggled from the impact as he hollered out. Rashad laughed, "This is exactly the way I used to give boys strappings in the reform school. You can wiggle, rut, and holler all you want, but it isn't going to stop me from giving your behind the blistering that it needs." "Please Rashad, stop. Why are you doing this?" "Because my boss ordered it. Now shut up and take it!" Rashad laid on two fast strokes. Bradley yelped. "When you're on the whipping frame three days from now you'll be wishing you were back over my lap getting this strapping." Rashad gave two more, "I'm giving you ten swats. So you can make a comparison between ten with the bullwhip and ten with the strap.'' Bradley's legs scissored wildly as Rashad beat his ass. Rashad found it amusing, "Hehee, you little frog! Spanky the frog!" When the spanking was over Rashad stood and watched Bradley try to rub the pain out of his behind. "Did you learn your lesson?" Bradley answered that he did, and thanked Rashad for his punishment. Bradley's apology stirred Rashad, as freshly strapped boys always did, "Hmm, you're looking pretty fit to me right now. It's been quite a while since I had me some white ass." Rashad locked the door, removed his clothes, and walked over to Bradley. His hardening dick waggled and he pushed it into Bradley's upper leg, "I want you take your hand and grab my dick, and start doing a nice slow pumping." Bradley hesitated, "Come on, Skippy, do as you're told. Or do I have to take you over my knee and turn your pink ass a deeper shade of red?" Bradley did as told. Rashad moaned, "Oh yeah, prime that pump! Your milky white hand feels like silk on my black wick. Nice touch you got there, missy!" As Bradley pumped, Rashad ran a hand through Bradley's hair, "Fuckin beautiful hair. Man, did you have a girl friend when you were free?" Bradley didn't know what to say. "How would you like it if your girlfriend could see you manhandling dick?" Bradley continued fisting as Rashad feasted on Bradley's body. "Nice servant cock you got. Does my cock feel good in your hand? I want you to grip both of our cocks now and jack `em together. My free cock and your slave cock making love together!" Bradley's cock instantly hardened as it slimed with Rashad's rod. The two purple-headed knobs oozed together. Bradley began to lose his unhappiness in the dick jacking. After a bit Rashad took over the two dicks from Bradley, and started pumping, "Let's see if whitey boy can handle a real man jackin'." After a short round of double dicking, with both men close to cumming, Rashad stopped the pumping, "Okay rich boy, down on your knees now and start slurping me off!" Rashad put a hand on Bradley's head and guided him down on his knees. Bradley's lips went over the big purple dick tip and started slurping and sucking. Gradually he went down and took the entire large black shaft. As Bradley sucked the overseer the increased blood flow to his groin area eased the sting in his buttocks from the strapping. After just a few throat thrusts, Rashad was peaked, "Man, I'm ready to get into the driver's seat! Hop over on that cot, Daisybelle, and stick that big white, college-boy, ass of yours up nice and high and wiggle it for me." Rashad complimented Bradley as he wiggled his ass in circles for the overseer, "It's a real nice honey pot you got on ya!" Rashad guided his quite massive erection into Bradley's hole, and started with a few slow full thrusts. "Fuck, I love ramjacking white boys. Does it feel as good to you too, rumpy?" As Rashad pumped himself to a climax, Bradley's great big purple-headed erection slapped itself against his belly. Rashad neared his climax, "Such a fuckin juicy, slimy, hole, you got, boy! You're boxed out as good as any woman!" After Rashad came, he pulled out and fell onto the cot, and Bradley did the same. Bradley, on his side, starting stroking himself off, but Rashad put a stop to it, "Damn boy! You know you can't go jacking off without permission! Now you stop it right now, or else I'll have to give you ten more." Bradley frustrated, rolled over to face Rashad, looked in his eyes, and asked, "Please sir, may I have permission to jack off?" "That's more like it, creampuff! Sure, go ahead, but don't take too long. You're costing Maple Valley money by diddling around in here." Bradley, who had a lot to be concerned about, managed to lose himself in pleasure as he jacked and quickly came. Rashad smiled in delight watching the former privileged rich boy being allowed to get relief on his authority. "I bet you're learning to appreciate the little things in life more, now that you're a servant here at Maple Valley." After Bradley came, Rashad remained reclining nude on the cot, with his arms in back of his head serving as a pillow, and ordered Bradley to stand at attention at the foot of the bed. "Bradley, before I butt plug you, put your rubber under pants back on, lock them on, get you dressed, and return you to the floor, I want you to put your hands in back of your head and your elbows in back of your shoulders." Bradley did as ordered. He knew it was going to be another lecture. The overseers at Maple Valley loved giving lectures to the rollerboys. "You could be such a nice boy if you wanted. Do you know why you're getting a bullwhipping? I think you do. It's because you don't like to take orders, and we all can see it in your face. If you would just take your orders with a smile, you wouldn't have a whipping hanging over your head. I'm going to be there watching you get it, and my heart will be going out to you. And I'll be hoping and praying for you that you finally get it; that you can finally understand that you're no longer a rich, free, college kid." The sight of the handsome and well hung submissive white servant turned Rashad on again, "Okay Bradley, my dick needs a cleaning. Get over here and kneel beside the bed and give it a nice mouth washing." Bradley started lip polishing Rashad's knob, and in no time Rashad was moaning his way to another climax. After he came Rashad ordered Bradley to suck all of the remaining juice out of his nightstick. As Bradley slurped out all the cum, Rashad smiled, "That's it boy. You look just like a little girl licking a lollipop." Rashad smiled and Bradley rehardened. Rashad noticed, "There's no time for you to go another round. I want you to finish up by giving my dick knob a nice shiny finish, then we can put you back to work." On the late morning on the day of Bradley's scheduled whipping, Bradley was brought into Jeremy's office by hospitality worker Ian Vincent, who was wearing the white coat of a fry chef and a low, flopping-to-the-side, chef's cap. Jeremy thanked Ian for bringing Bradley up from the Resort dining room, where Bradley was waiting tables. Jeremy spoke, "Bradley, I had a phone call about an hour ago from your dad. He told me that he was coming out here to visit today because he wanted to talk to you and your brothers about some changes he was making in your service status. I did go and see him two days ago, as I told you I would, about Maple Valley's offer to purchase you three boys as lifers. Your dad listened with great interest, had a few questions, and he said he would think about it." "When I reminded him just now that today was the day of your scheduled bullwhipping he didn't ask to have it stopped, but only said, "Then it's a good thing that I chose today to come out there." So I assume that after he tells you whatever it is he wants to tell you about your new terms of service, he intends to watch you get your bullwhipping from the viewers' gallery." Jeremy waited for the stunned Bradley to respond, and gave his head a quick shake of frustration. "Ian, you can take Bradley back down to the dining room floor. But before you do, strap him into a mouth washing station and soap out his mouth for about five minutes. Bradley needs to learn to say `thank you' when people do him the courtesy of passing on information." Ian smiled proudly, "Yes sir, Mr. Rickers. I'd be happy to." Ian grabbed a dazed Bradley and pulled him out of Jeremy's office. Martin, in a visitor's room of the Maple Valley Resort and Casino, waited for his sons to be brought in. Using one of the public pay phones was a young hospitality worker, ear-ringed and goateed, wearing the ostentatious Maple Valley janitor uniform. "Hey ma, I got a job! Finally, but it was the only thing I could get. It's herding slaves, basically. They don't call `em slaves here, but get this; they're called social servants!" Martin could hear laughter coming from out of the phone, and the hospitality worker laughed along, "I know, it's fuckin' crazy!" As Bradley and his brothers entered the visitor's room, accompanied by a hospitality worker dressed in the colorful Maple Valley retail employee uniform, he regretted having told Alban and Quince about their dad's trip to Florida as explained to him by Jeremy. They were sullen ever since he told them, and he thought it would have been better had they been spared their anxious uncertainty. Seeing their dad for the first time in almost two months, Martin appeared almost as a stranger to his sons. He was thinner, more poised, and seemed more decisive. Martin walked over to the boys and hugged them, and could hardly wait to explain the reason for his visit. "Seeing you at last again, I can't begin to tell you how happy I am." "Boys, because I believe in traditional values, and want to sincerely promote all that the flags of our nation and of our state stand for; and because I believe that the social servant system can benefit the lives of all citizens, both servant and free; and because I have seen the positive results of your social servant training in your own lives; and, most of all, because I have never felt so much love for you, I have therefore decided to make a few changes in your terms of social service."