Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 18:31:22 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 27

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWENTYSEVEN

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Robin was excited. When he had asked Mr. Timmons if he could chat with him
after class, Mr. Timmons told him that he was not available then, but he
would be able to drop by Robin's house the following evening.

Having Mr. Timmons over to his house excited Robin. It seemed to Robin that
having Mr. Timmons over to his house would offer him a more personal
connection with his very sexy servitor-handler instructor.

Robin scrubbed himself up real neatly, put on some cool clothes, gelled his
hair, and even put on a little of Lucas's cologne.

Robin was surprised to see, when he opened the door to let Mr. Timmons into
the house, that Mr. Timmons was also dressed and groomed up as if he were
on a date, wearing a tie and jacket. Although Robin did not automatically
assume that Mr. Timmons was all spiffed up just for him, although it was
tempting for Robin to believe that he was. Robin knew that for Mr. Timmons,
getting all dressed up was normal for him. After all, he was an important
guy who had a big social life, and was a budding community leader.

As Robin led Mr. Timmons to his room on the second floor, Mr. Timmons
commented on the house, "Wow Robin. This is some house you live in! It's
beautiful. But it's not a house, it's a mansion!"

Once in the bedroom, Mr. Timmons looked out the window and saw a swimming
pool and a large yard, "That's quite a yard; it looks like it must be at
least a couple of acres."

Robin took out a bottle of wine and began opening it, "You are close. We
have two and a half acres!"

"Who keeps it looking so well maintained?"

Robin handed a glass of wine to Mr. Timmons, "Right now we have a gardening
service. But when Lucas moves in, he will be responsible for the
maintenance of the yard and the house."

Mr. Timmons noted some left over construction materials scattered about the
house, "It looks like you're getting ready for him to arrive."

"Yes, we expect to be able to move Lucas here in just a few days."

Robin invited Mr. Timmons to sit with him on the floor, "I hope you don't
mind sitting on the floor with me, Mr. Timmons?"

"No, not at all Robin. It's kind of fun sitting on the floor and chatting."

Mr. Timmons looked at his glass of wine, "Is your dad okay with you
drinking wine?"

Robin spoke quickly, "Sure, no problem."

Mr. Timmons bit his lip, and then asked, "Does he mind you drinking such an
expensive wine from his cellar?"

Robin again answered quickly and somewhat nervously, "Sure. He doesn't
care."

Mr. Timmons sensed Robin was somewhat uneasy with the wine questions, and
moved the conversation in a different direction, "So what's on your mind,
Robin? How can I help you?"

"Mr. Timmons, when I deal with Lucas, especially if I have to correct him
or call him on something, and certainly when I have to punish him, I always
feel awkward. It feels weird to me to be exercising any kind of authority
over my older brother. In fact, I even get embarrassed when I have to do
it."

Mr. Timmons was quick to answer, "Robin, you need to get rid of any
preconceived notions of what an overseer looks like or how an overseer is
supposed to behave. You have more authority over Lucas than someone like
Mr. Jackson, or even a state authorized overseer such as myself. He is
yours, and it makes no difference what your age is. It's not uncommon for
children to own or have control over slaves much older than themselves."

"Also, please stop thinking of overseers as big, tough, brawny, cop-like,
guys. The vast majority of overseers and slave owners are like you; neat,
sensitive, caring, individuals who love their slaves."

"You are an overseer not because of any physical or personal traits, but
because the law states that you are one! That is all there is to an
overseer. You have the full support of the legal system behind you. If you
want to act tough and mean, go ahead. But if you want to be yourself,
please do, for that is what the most effective servitor overseers do!"

"Slaves can see through any posturing or phony facades on the part of their
overseers. They should be able to do so, for that is what they spend most
of their day thinking about; their overseers. They are constantly wondering
what their overseer's think of them, wonder how they will react to
something they have done, constantly trying to find out the latest gossip
about their personal lives. Just know, that you will become, in no time,
the very center of Lucas's life. You WILL become his obsession!"

"So stop worrying about what Lucas is going to think of you when you have
to punish him. Instead, Lucas needs to learn that he is the one who needs
to be concerned, very much concerned over what you think of him!"

"I think that Lucas must have learned by now that the full weight of the
Social Service system supports you in any control efforts that you may need
to offer him, and any resistance Lucas offers you is only going to result
in a painful behind."

With hardly a pause, Mr. Timmons continued his counsel, "And please
remember this Robin; if you do have to dish out a little painful corporal
punishment to Lucas, remember that pain is an effective tool in helping
servitors accept their status as submissives. Lucas would probably be a
happy submissive by now if you had been more liberal with the tawse and
strap during his term of service at the warehouse."

"So my advice to you is not worry about how foolish you feel ordering Lucas
around. You are the one who calls the shots. Indeed, you are legally
required to keep your slave under control. If you ever do feel awkward
ordering Lucas around or punishing him, just don't worry about it. It's
understandable that you feel such a way, Lucas is your older brother, and
you are a loving, sensitive kid. But just because you are loving, caring,
and sensitive, doesn't mean that you can't take on the responsibilities
that have been handed to you."

Robin nodded, smiling, "Thanks, Mr. Timmons. That was really helpful for me
to hear. It all sounds good to me. I think from now on I will not be
worrying about or concerned about the things I had been concerned and
worried about."

Mr. Timmons and Robin each sipped their wine, and looked smilingly at each
other. Robin began again, this time somewhat sheepishly, "Mr. Timmons, I am
also wondering about how to proceed with ..." Robin paused a bit, "You
know, how to go about sexing Lucas. It was okay when you were with me, but
I just can't imagine starting anything on my own with Lucas."

Mr. Timmons smiled, "Do you want me to demonstrate, Robin?"

"Demonstrate? Sure, Mr. Timmons!"

Mr. Timmons moved next to Robin on the floor, "Robin, I want you to pretend
you're a slave who resists my advances."

Robin gave a laugh, "Okay, Mr. Timmons."

"I want to give you a slave name for this, what should I call you? How
about something cute, like `Bunny'?"

Robin laughed, "Okay, just call me Bunny!"

Robin and Mr. Timmons each took a sip of wine, and then set their glasses
down.

Mr. Timmons put a hand on Robin's thigh, "Hey you little Bunny boy, it's
time for us to have a little fun."

Robin, his dick hardening, nevertheless role-played, "Please, Mr. Timmons,
sir, no. Don't touch me like this! I don't want to do anything with
you. Please leave me alone."

"Come on Bunny. Let's get your clothes off so I can get at all of your
controls! It's time to have some fun!"

"No, Mr. Timmons, please no. I can't do this."

"Bunny, I'm in no mood to waste time. You have one of the hottest cocks
I've ever seen, and the fact is, it belongs to me! I need release, and I
need it now! You either strip down slave-naked right now, or else you're
getting a paddling!"

Robin, still role-playing, attempted to stand up and move away. Mr. Timmons
grabbed him, pulled him up along with himself, sat on the bed and pulled
Robin over his lap. He immediately started spanking Robin with hard swats.

Robin, hard and embarrassed, yelled, "Ouch, shit! That hurt!"

Mr. Timmons continued the spanking, "You ready to take your clothes off,
little slave boy?"

Robin's throat was dry and his dick pre-cumming as Mr. Timmons gave him
another round of swats.

Robin, too sexually aroused, could no longer play the game and hopped off
of Mr. Timmons lap. Robin was embarrassed by his erection that he knew
would not be going down soon, so he quickly sat back down on the floor,
further removed from Mr. Timmons, in an effort to hide the tenting of his
slacks.

Mr. Timmons, smiling broadly, sat back down on the floor and reached for
his wine.

After a bit, Mr. Timmons spoke, "There's no need to be embarrassed, Robin."
He put a hand on Robin's shoulder and gave him a quick kiss to his
cheek. Robin felt like he could cum at any moment.

Mr. Timmons, not wanting to embarrass Robin by calling attention to his
arousal, continued his lesson, "So the thing with sexing your slave is no
different than giving orders to or punishing your slave; just do whatever
you want to do or need to do, and don't worry one bit about what the slave
may be thinking of you. Just go ahead and get what you want! And if you
feel awkward doing what you're doing, just ignore it. You're the master,
after all."


***


For Lucas, the second day of the photo shoot ended up being more rewarding
and fun than the first day. It was for Lucas the happiest day he had
experienced since being enslaved. Lucas found the camaraderie between and
among the juments and the photo shoot staff exhilarating.

And he realized that he shared with the other juments something of an
exhibitionist streak. By the end of the second day of the photo session
Lucas was not only not embarrassed about being naked around a bunch of
other slaves and free people, but he enjoyed being considered something
special enough that he would be asked to model.

At the end of the day's photo session, Robin arrived in his Hyundai Accent
GL to pick Lucas up and return him to the warehouse. On the drive back to
the warehouse Robin asked many questions about the photo shoot, and was
pleased to find out that Lucas was enjoying the experience.

At the warehouse Robin and Lucas greeted Timothy, who was preparing supper
for himself and Lucas.

As Robin fitted Lucas with his arm and shoulder harness/hobble, and
reattached the cords from the floor and ceiling tracks to Lucas's nose and
penis rings, he reminded Lucas that work was piling up during his absence
at the warehouse, and after tomorrow's photo shoot, he wanted him to try
and catch up with everything on the day after tomorrow.

Lucas was miffed at the way Robin took away his high from the photo shoot
by bringing up the warehouse work schedule, and telling him he would have
to catch up on missed shipments as soon as possible. He responded by
shaking his head in disgust with an angry "Whatever!"

Robin had had enough of Lucas's intransigence, and taking his cue from the
advice offered by Mr. Timmons, he did not try to do a he-man type overseer
threatening bluff. Instead, he simply stated calmly, "That does it,
Lucas. I don't want any more attitude like that. Bend over that stool and
stick your ass out. I'm going to get a strap!"

Robin exited, and when he was out of the room, Timothy warned Lucas, "You
better get into position, Lucas. Don't rile him anymore. He's your overseer
and your behavior was not appropriate."

Lucas, aware that he had created a situation and not wanting to escalate
it, took the positioned he was ordered to take; and when Robin returned, he
was happy to see it, "Okay, good Lucas. But I still have to do this!"

Robin began strapping Lucas's ass as hard as he could. He no longer cared
if in the eyes of Lucas he was perceived as a young kid who was trying to
look tough. He was doing, finally, what he was supposed to be doing.

Lucas would let out occasional yells as he took his strapping. As he took
his punishment, Lucas thought of the five juments from the photo shoot, and
he imagined they all had to get punished as well. The thought of the other
five juments having to get punished in humiliating fashions somehow managed
to ease Lucas's defiance. Soon, such thoughts finally encouraged Lucas to
admit defeat and call out, "Robin sir, please stop, sir. I am sorry. I did
wrong sir."

That was enough for Robin; he stopped the strapping and put a hand on
Lucas's back, "Okay. It's over now, Lucas. I'm sorry I had to do that."

Robin turned to leave, but paused when he noticed that Lucas was still
leaning over the stool. "Lucas, you can stand up now."

Lucas did not stand. Robin was not sure what was going on, and offered,
rather awkwardly, "You two have a nice evening!"

Lucas still did not stand, so Timothy went up to Lucas to see if anything
was wrong, and coaxed him up into a standing position. Lucas was hesitant
at first, and when he finally began to straighten out both Timothy and
Robin could see why he was hesitating; Lucas's giant drudge jument animal
dick was harder than either one of them had ever seen it before.

Robin, too young to fully understand the relationship of sexual feelings to
domination and subjugation, wondered if Lucas was feeling the same wild
feeling he had experienced when Mr. Timmons spanked him during their play
acting lesson/session. Robin did not know why he was aroused from the
spanking he had received from Mr. Timmons, but he knew that, in the end,
that whatever pain he had experienced from it was far surpassed by the
pleasure.


***


At the start of the last day of the photo shoot, the director, producer,
photographers, photo technicians, and other juments, all gathered around
Lucas and examined his buttocks with their clearly visible red marks from
Robin's strapping.

The director explained that makeup could easily cover the blemishes; but
the producer had another idea; "I like it! Let's use makeup all right, but
let's use it to enhance the strap marks. I think this could be one super
marketing ploy. All slaves need the occasional beating. By having one of
the juments in the group shots with clearly visible strap marks on his ass,
we will be sending a message that will broaden their appeal. A lot of folks
are afraid of investing in juments not just because of their cost, but
because the concept of jument servitorship is foreign to them. By showing
that juments have to get ass strapped just like every other slave, we are
letting people begin to think that just maybe juments aren't that all
different to handle than regular slaves."

The director and photographers congratulated the producer on his brilliant
idea. One photographer added, "These marketing shots of a jument with strap
marks could go viral overnight!"

A technician added, "The strap marks make Lucas look so cute and vulnerable
that every woman with a rich husband is going to be begging for a jument!"

Everyone was laughing and happy. Lucas, who had arrived at the photo shoot
unaware that he even had red marks on his ass, was thrilled to be the
center of attention.

At lunch break, the juments were very popular with the entire photo shoot
staff, and their table was quickly filled up by those curious to learn the
details of Lucas's strapping.

Lucas was somewhat embarrassed to answer the questions, but he did, "My
owner is my younger brother and he thought I was showing a bad attitude
when he gave me a work order."

A jument by the name of Sebastian asked how long the beating lasted, and
Lucas answered, "Maybe about two minutes. No more than three. But there
were no breaks, he just kept strapping me. But when I told him I was sorry,
he stopped immediately and told me I was good, and that he was sorry he had
to do that to me."

The blond spike-haired jument known as Spot called out, "That sounds like
you have a wonderful, compassionate, master!"

Lucas responded, "But he called me `boy'. I find that hard to take."

The sleek black haired jument who went by his first and middle names, Marc
Sidney, answered, "But that's what we are. `Boys' is what we are called. I
think it's hot being called `boy' by free men."

Lucas found the responses and comments interesting, and asked the other
juments if they ever had to get spanked and strapped. Everyone in the room
laughed out loud, but none as loud and boisterously as the other juments.

Sebastian shouted and laughed, "Do we ever have to get spanked and
strapped? Is the pope Catholic?"

Cornelius, a hairless jument with black eyebrows answered, "I get paddled
at least twice a week."

Marc Sidney volunteered, "My owner doesn't paddle me, but you see this ring
in my navel? He instead locks me to the wall by this ring for hours at a
time if I misstep."

For Lucas, personally, the over-lunch convivial conversation was now
addressing serious issues, and he looked at all of his fellow juments as he
asked, "Why do you put up with such treatment?"

The photo shoot staff quickly realized that Lucas was clearly a jument who
was having acceptance issues, and stayed out of the conversation.

The proud and quiet jument, Dodge was the first to answer, "There is
nothing to put up with. It is who we are. It is a glorious thing to
serve. And if I am to be punished, I am grateful because it means I deserve
it!"

Spot joined in, "Lucas, we are only punished because we are special. Do you
know how many jument servitors there are in the United States?"

Lucas had no idea, but a cameraman volunteered, "I heard there were no more
than 200 per state. So I guess that means there are about no more than
10,000 nationwide. And if the US slave population is currently at 1.5% of
the population that means that with over 310 million people, 4 and a half
million are slaves. So juments are but .2% of the slave population! I would
say that makes you all very very special people!"

Once the photo shoot resumed in the afternoon, Lucas found himself
thoroughly and completely enjoying being a model. Such a good time was he
having with the other juments, men like himself in many ways, that his nude
condition seemed the most natural condition in the world.


***


When Robin arrived home from his workday at the warehouse, he checked out
the progress of the construction work being done on the house in
preparation for Lucas's return home. He was excited to see that the work
was almost completed.

As he checked out the changes to his upstairs bathroom, his father,
Gabriel, who also had just arrived home from the office, tapped on the open
door to Robin's bedroom, "Robin, hello."

"Good evening, Dad."

"Son, I received a summons for you to appear tomorrow before an informal
hearing at the court house. It's nothing serious; the judge just wants to
ask you about a Mr. Franks. He was brought in for questioning on suspicion
of theft. It appears there were a string of burglaries in the area where he
hangs out, and he was found with a pile of cash equaling what was reported
stolen."

Robin did a `weird!' gesture with his face by cocking his head and
scrunching his nose, "I don't know such a person, Dad."

"Mr. Franks told the police, only after being `brought in' for questioning,
that he had received the money from you."

Robin was confused, "Dad, I don't know anyone by the name of Franks."

Gabriel was relieved, "I'm sure you're not involved, son. The police just
want to verify that you didn't give him the money."

"How long will it take, Dad?"

"Just a few minutes son. Mr. Franks is some homeless man, and the court
needs to hear you confirm that you didn't give him any money so they can
proceed to charge him with theft."

Suddenly it struck Robin that he may know the Mr. Franks being referred to,
"What else did he say, Dad?"

"Something about doing favors for you. That's all I know about it, son."

Robin broke into a cold sweat as Mr. Thorne continued, "We will be taking
Lucas along with us."

"Why is that Dad?"

"I will tell you. It's important advice so remember it! Whenever you are
summoned before a court, a judge, a review panel, a hearing, or event where
you are being questioned, reviewed, and possibly judged, always dress up!
Do all you can to look your best, for it shows that you care about yourself
enough that you probably would not be the type of person to ever engage in
reckless behavior."

"And also do whatever else you can to show that you are a responsible and
upstanding citizen. In your case, you are important and special enough to
not only own a drudge jument servitor, but you have also received both
junior and senior servitor handler accreditation, and will be completing
your advanced accreditation in just a few weeks. Such things impress
people. Believe me!"

"Our appointment is at 1 PM, so we can go down to the courthouse from the
warehouse right after your noon lunch break. Make sure you take some dress
clothes to work so you can change into them before we leave the warehouse
for our court appointment."

When Gabriel left the room, Robin, now cold, clammy, and afraid, closed his
bedroom door and spent the next hours researching the laws regarding crime
and punishment involving juveniles.

What Robin found out was that Mr. Franks' activity could possibly be
construed as a `misdemeanor' in the legal system; not too serious a
matter. But what he himself could possibly be found guilty of was even
slighter, nothing more than a `regulatory offense'. Regulatory offenses
are, in effect, official admonitions; and thus, for Robin, there was no
longer any need for him to worry about the possibility of him ending up
with a police record, and/or of him having to do `community good-works'
time.

After his research and comforting findings, Robin was able to go to bed and
fall into a most satisfying and comforting sleep.



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