Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 05:29:34 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 25

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWENTY-FIVE

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Lucas woke up with a smile on his face; Timothy was licking out his asshole
slowly and lovingly. A momentary bit of shame overtook Lucas, but he
quickly dismissed it. Lucas was resolved; he no longer gave a fuck about
the mores of free society. In fact, he was beginning to detest them.

Timothy's licking felt wonderful to Lucas, a beautiful feeling that he had
never before experienced. It was something Lucas had always wanted to
experience, but it was something he was never able to get any of his
girlfriends to do, no matter how drunk they were.

When Timothy realized that Lucas was awake, he shoved his tongue even
deeper into Lucas's hole, and reached out his arm and grasped Lucas's
drudge jument cock. He toyed slowly with the enormous animal cock as his
tongue sought out every crevice of the jument's asshole.

Lucas moaned in pleasure, and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Timothy."

Timothy, with no physical stimulation to his own penis, climaxed and shot
his load at the same time as his hand and tongue ministrations brought
Lucas to a heavy orgasm. Both sweaty slaves moaned and roared throughout
their long, mutual, ejaculations.

The slaves showered together like little kids, and Lucas, for the first
time since his indenturement, had forgotten his former life and was smiling
and happy.

As the slaves finished eating breakfast and were about to get up from the
table and start cleaning up the kitchen, Robin entered. "Good morning,
boys."

Timothy stood at attention, "Good morning, Robin, sir!"

Lucas remained seated at the table, said "Hello", and dropped his smile.

Robin, approaching with a smile, snapped his fingers and said, "Hey Lucas,
stand up!"

Lucas, reverting to his old thinking, didn't like the way Robin had
referred to them as `boys', and he didn't like being snapped at by his
younger brother.

Robin asked, "What's wrong, Lucas?" Lucas did not answer. Robin started to
respond, "I was just going to--–", but stopped in
mid-sentence. Frustrated, Robin shook his head and rushed out of the room.

Timothy had a worried look on his face, "Oh oh! I think you just pissed
your brother off."

Lucas was upset, "I can't help it. The way he just called us `boys' and
snapped his fingers at me, it isn't right! It makes me feel shitty."

"I think your brother came in here in a good mood. I think you misread
him."

Lucas didn't respond, so Timothy dared to offer some advice, "I think your
brother really is trying to help you. Relax and don't take little things
like that personally. You need to get rid of your old ideas. Stop seeing
Robin as your younger brother, and instead accept the fact that Robin just
happens to be the person who has been given ownership of you. Just because
Robin isn't some big football-playing older guy doesn't mean that you don't
have to obey him. Stop seeing him as your little brother."

Lucas thought about it and quietly nodded, indicating to Timothy that he
agreed with him.

Timothy continued, "You're never going to be happy again, Lucas, if you
don't learn to submit. Just do it. It doesn't hurt. And once you do it you
will feel good, and then when you see that you are making your master happy
by submitting, the feeling intensifies."

A determined looking Robin, carrying several items, entered the room, and
walked hurriedly towards Lucas. Lucas stood up. Robin extended a `personnel
clutch' a device that holds a servant at bay within two large closable
jaws, and allows a handler to gain full controlling leverage over servants
larger than themselves and with the clutch grabbed Lucas by the folds of
flesh on the left side of his midsection, and spun him around.  Robin
commanded Lucas, "Bend over the table!"

Lucas did as ordered, and Robin spoke, "I never wanted to have to use a
control tool like this on you, but if I have to, I will! One of the reasons
I'm keeping you naked when we get you back home is just for such a reason,
so that I can instantly control you if I have to. I don't want to do things
this way, but I will do whatever is necessary to help you be happy. Do you
hear what I'm saying?"

Lucas's younger brother was treating him like an animal, and in the eyes of
the world it was okay. Lucas, following Timothy's advice, gave in, "Yes
sir, I hear you, sir."

Robin released the clutch, and his hand on Lucas's back indicated that he
wanted Lucas to remain in a bent over position.

Lucas suddenly and surprisingly, to himself, felt okay. His feelings of
humiliation had vanished, and the strangely alluring sensation he felt in a
couple of previous moments, returned.

Robin spoke, "I'm going to use something on you that has helped you
before. I'm going to fit you with a comfort stop."

There was silence in the room as Robin lubed up the comfort stop, a butt
plug, three and a half inches in length that is held in a place by an
ass-crack strap that connects to a waist strap.

Timothy watched quietly, hoping that Lucas would continue to submit.

Robin slowly worked the plug up his big brother's hole. He made very slow
fucking motions with the plug as he worked it all the way into the hole. As
he did so, he spoke, "I'm just trying to calm you down, Lucas. Just accept
this quietly and you will feel better."

The word `accept' registered with Lucas, and he decided to continue
accepting, "Yes sir, Robin, sir."

The combined feeling of acceptance and the butt plug being worked up his
ass gave Lucas a sensation that was not only alluring, but also
forbidden. It was a feeling he recalled getting as a youngster, when one
evening he watched his young female cousin showering through a bathroom
window. He felt both very naughty and perverse taking in her naked body and
photographing into his memory her smooth cunt and perky tits. He felt
perverse, yet the sensation of pleasure was irresistible.

Once the comfort stop was in, Robin attached the waist strap and security
strap to Lucas's body. Once finished he patted Lucas on the back, "Okay
Lucas, you can stand up now."

Lucas stood up, with a giant erection. Robin gave the comfort stop key to
Timothy, "Here is the key to the waist strap. Timothy, I want you to remove
the comfort stop four hours from now."

Timothy nodded and smiled, "Yes sir, Robin, sir!"

Robin thanked him, and continued, "Let me tell you why I came here in the
first place. I want to give you two something."

"I have seen the security cam videos of you two at night. I am glad you are
both having fun. Timothy, I can't thank you enough for the way you are
helping Lucas to relax, accept life as it is, submit, and grow up."

Robin handed some more keys to Timothy, "Here are the keys to Lucas's
nipple trainers and to his penis ring. This ring actually opens the ring
into two halves, and the ring and its attached floor cord can be completely
removed. You can use these keys, Timothy, if you want to, at bedtime. If
you think removing the ring and trainers would help you two to; you know,
have more fun."

The strange sensation of pleasure that Lucas was feeling, coupled with both
the knowledge that Robin seriously wanted him to be happy and have fun, and
with the sexual feeling from his big erection, not only aided in further
erasing Lucas's self consciousness at being erect from having to be comfort
stopped by his younger brother, but added to the mystifying and alluring
sensations of pleasure coursing through his body.

Lucas was feeling good, yet he was confused; he was still defiant inside,
he was still somewhat embarrassed, or at least felt that he should be
feeling more embarrassed and humiliated, yet he wasn't. Lucas was feeling
many things, but the pleasure of the strange and the alluring led the way,
and he spoke sincerely, "Sir, Robin, thank you, sir." He bowed his head in
obeisance, almost unconsciously.

Robin went up to Lucas and gave him a big brotherly hug. Robin loved the
feeling of his older brother's boner tight against his slacks. Lucas, lost
in strange sensations, was now unaware of not only his big boner rubbing
against Robin, but of what world he was in.


***


As the workday progressed, and the strange feelings disappeared, Lucas's
frustration with his life returned, but to a lesser degree than usual. He
would get momentarily pissed that his brother had comfort-stopped him, but
he was aware that he had experienced some feelings that were rather
delightful, and wouldn't mind feeling them again. The feelings were
addictive.

Lucas's confusion now became his chief concern, rather than his defiance.

But when, later in the day, his father entered his workstation, Lucas's
defiance came to the fore, but he controlled it.

Gabriel spoke, "I wanted to see how you are doing, Lucas. Let's go and have
a seat."

As Lucas and his father walked to Lucas's couch, Gabriel put a gently
guiding hand on Lucas's back. It felt good to Lucas, but his father was the
one who had done this to him, enslaved him like an animal, so Lucas was not
going to let the good feeling feel good!

Once they were seated, Gabriel spoke, "Lucas, I just wanted you to know
that I am so proud of you. Both Mr. Jackson and Robin have told me how well
you are progressing, and what a great worker you are. I just want you to
know, son, that I love you more than ever."

"You love me, Dad?"

"Of course. More than ever!"

"Dad, look at me. I am kept naked and tethered like an animal. You have
allowed this. My life has been taken away, completely. Yet you say you love
me. I have seen you for a total of maybe fifteen minutes since I was
enslaved; you never visit me, and yet you say that you love me! What's
going on, Dad? What's going on?"

"Dear, sweet, Lucas. I have stayed away from you all of these months
precisely because I love you so much. Let me explain."

Lucas wanted there to be a good answer, so when his father placed his arm
around his shoulder, Lucas was happy to let it remain.

Gabriel looked about the warehouse, and spoke, "Look about this place,
son. This is a pretty big warehouse. And it's only one of several that I
own and from which I run my business. My business, as you know, Lucas, has
been very successful. The airline components I manufacture and sell are
complicated things. I could never make an inboard flap actuator myself. Yet
my company makes them, sells them, and they work. Work perfectly. I've
never had a lawsuit because of one of our components failed."

"Son, the things we manufacture here only work because I hire experts in
the field who know what they're doing. That's the best any of us can do,
trust the best sources in a given field, the experts."

"As you know, Lucas, after you got into trouble with the law, it was the
specialists at Social Services who told me that you would be an ideal
candidate for indenturement. Now even though they were the specialists in
our county on social servitude, I didn't just take their word for it. I
researched it. I looked into how such determinations were made, and I
looked into what they meant by `ideal candidate'."

"I was pleased to find out what being an `ideal candidate' entailed. In the
specialists' determination, an ideal candidate, it turns out, is someone
who would actually be happy in such a role."

"After your final evaluation by Social Services, when all of the test
results were in, they had learned more and then suggested that you would
probably be even better suited to a more specialized environment, such as
that which drudge jument servitorship entails. The evaluators explained
that not only would your normal `wanting to serve' tendency stand you in
good stead as a drudge jument, but your need to be considered special would
also serve you well. The way you always loved to show off, the special
pride you always took in your body, the way you would spend hours trying to
look your best, always neatly groomed, dressed, and scented, all indicated
to the county evaluators that you would be an ideal candidate for a
servitorship position that would offer you a highlighted life style."

"And so, son, I trusted the best experts in the field, as I always
have. They convinced me that you would not only eventually be happy as a
drudge jument, but happier than you could have ever imagined."

Lucas looked at his father, "Dad, look at me. I am naked, and I am not
happy to be showing off in this way, like your experts said."

"I was skeptical, at first son. But look at what happened to Timothy. He
used to be a violent punk, now look at him. He is not only obsessed with
being the best servant he can be, but he is now a sweet and caring
individual, and one of the happiest young men I have ever met."

"He was put into a standard servitor training program. It has been
explained to me that because of the mental hurdles that understandably come
up for such rarified service as jument servitorship, a gradual training is
better for juments. The ideal training for the jument is where the jument
sort of falls into acceptance. Once that happens, I have been assured, you
will be happier than you have ever been in your entire life."

"Dad, look at me. I'm tethered to the floor and ceiling by rings in my
body. How can even the experts expect anyone to be happy like this?"

"Because it happens all the time! Son, this is the 21st Century. Things are
new. Society is evolving. There's nothing wrong with treating certain
special people in a very special way. It's a new way of viewing people and
our roles in society. You know me, son. I have always supported progressive
causes. I have always been open to new worldviews. I have always sought out
progressive views that are healthy and beneficial to all of society."

Lucas put his hands out to grasp his father's hand, "Dad, look at me! Do
you think I will ever be happy living like this?"

Gabriel grasped Lucas's hands in return, "Son that is why I have been
absent. I knew it would take a good bit of time for you to submit and find
happiness. But it was too painful for me to be in your presence while you
were in such turmoil. I feared I would have released you from servitude if
I spent too much time around you. Seeing the way Timothy has been
transformed has given me encouragement regarding your own situation. All I
can say now is that the experts gave me a timeline of where you should be
at this point, and based upon the words of your coworkers and overseers,
you are exactly on schedule."

The conversation with his father eased Lucas's mind tremendously regarding
his father. Lucas was convinced, at last, that his father loved him,
despite his misguided action.


***


Lucas, believing at last that his father still cared for him, was more
relaxed than usual throughout the workday. When it was time for Timothy to
remove Lucas's comfort stop, Timothy noted Lucas's improved demeanor.

Later, as Lucas and Timothy prepared and ate their evening meal, Lucas was
able to pay closer attention to, and appreciate, Timothy's seeming delight
in serving. Timothy was always asking Lucas if he could do anything for
him. Tonight Lucas was able to view Timothy's servitude in a more objective
light.

He paid attention to Timothy's endless questions, "Brother Lucas, can I
refill your water glass?" "Brother Lucas, would you like more rice?"
"Brother Lucas, is it warm enough in here for you?"

He asked Timothy about such behavior, why he did it. Timothy responded,
"Because it is what I am supposed to do. And besides, it feels good!"

"How does it feel good, Timothy?"

"Something happens when I ask someone else if I can help them. It is a
strange feeling. It feels good being subservient. It's a deep feeling. I
tingle. I feel it all over. In my face, my ears, my chest, my arms and
legs, my groin, my cock. I don't know what it is, but it makes me happy to
be alive and serving."

Later that evening Timothy extended his love of service to new parts of
Lucas's body. After Timothy removed Lucas's nipple trainers and cock ring,
and started sucking on Lucas's beautiful, super perky, nipples, Timothy
felt like he was in heaven.

And so did Lucas. Not only did the sucking feel good to Lucas, he liked the
way his nipples now looked. He was proud of his new tits, and was happy
that Timothy was so enthralled with them. Lucas stuck up his tits as
Timothy worked on them, much to Timothy's delight. Lucas recalled that his
girlfriends would kind of push their tits up against his face as he sucked
on their nipples, and wondered if the wonderful way he was feeling was the
same way his girlfriends felt as he sucked on their tits.

And when Timothy finally managed to engulf almost the entirety of Lucas's
enormous cock in his mouth, tears of joy ran down his face.

Lucas, shedding his own tears, involuntarily bucked his hips, causing
Timothy to gag. Lucas apologized, but Timothy told him not to worry, "Do
whatever you have to do, Brother Lucas. It all feels good to me!"

As Lucas's jument jism shot down Timothy's throat, Timothy began to stroke
himself. The two slaves, like animals in a barn, had lost themselves in
each other's sweat, sperm, and tears.

__._,_.___


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