Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 03:56:46 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 29

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART TWENTYNINE


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When Lucas was escorted into his father's house by Robin and his father,
the comforting feeling of `Home' did not greet him, mainly because the home
he knew was dramatically altered in many ways, and he soon forgot that he
was finally home as he looked about and took in the changes.

The track rails and overhead trolley system, which Lucas knew so well from
the warehouse, had been added to most parts of the large and luxurious
Thorne residence. The system also extended to cover the entire upstairs
level, which was where Robin's bedroom was located, and which would be
serving as Lucas's main living quarters.

One third of the living room was partitioned off by glass and turned into
what appeared to be a caged-in exercise room, decorated with plants and
artwork.

There was a plinth in the middle of the living room floor.

There was a punishment/mouth-washing stall in the laundry room.

Robin led Lucas to the second floor, "This is where you will be spending
most of your time. Your room is right next to mine, just the way it was
when you were living here before."

Robin's bedroom also had a plinth, to the side in front of a large bay
window. There was, off to the side of the room, an elaborate punishment
frame that could be configured to meet every need. And there was a
handcrafted cupboard loaded with instruments of punishment. Robin tried to
put Lucas at ease, "Don't worry, Bro, about all that stuff. You're not
going to be getting any beatings if you behave. Our interior designer told
us that a well-stocked implements case was a de rigueur decorating item for
any modern slave-holding households." Robin smiled nervously.

Lucas was silent as he took in the unusual sights. Robin interrupted his
reflections by pointing to the outfit Lucas was wearing, "Okay Bro, we need
to get you out of your travel gear."

Lucas felt strange. In the home he once knew as a free man, his younger
brother was now ordering him to undress with a tone that indicated that he
felt Lucas had no right to be clothed.

While the outfit Lucas was made to wear for the trip home was attention
getting, with its blue and white vertically striped body-revealing Lycra
slacks and matching shirt, it was not as weird as the feeling that was now
overtaking Lucas; he was now the slave of his younger brother!

As Robin hooked Lucas up to the track and trolley system, Lucas asked, "Why
do I have to be put on the track and trolley? I thought I was supposed to
care for the house and grounds."

As Robin knelt on the floor to pull up and attach the track cord to Lucas's
penis ring, he answered, "This gear just highlights your special status. On
most days I will release you from the track and trolley for your work day,
and then re-attach you to it at the end your work day."

Once Robin had the cord from the floor track attached to Lucas's penis
ring, and the cord from the overhead trolley attached to Lucas's nose ring,
he ordered him to walk about to make sure that the track and trolley system
was operating properly. Lucas, being tethered to the track and trolley
system in his own home, by cords attached to his nose ring and penis ring,
now made Lucas feel more like an abject slave than he ever had in the
warehouse. His own younger brother had ordered him to get naked and hooked
him up like a dumb animal to the track and trolley system in his own
home. A track and trolley system that was installed simply for the purpose
of keeping the drudge jument under control and reminding him that he was a
slave.

The sense of loss and hopelessness had the natural effect on the slave of
making him look with a higher regard and expectation to the most
significant and important person in his life, his owner and overseer, his
younger brother, Robin.

Lucas knew that Robin was basically a goodhearted person, and that
knowledge tended to help Lucas respect Robin as his overseer. And Robin's
good heart was confirmed for Lucas during Robin's unselfish behavior during
his recent court appearance. But Lucas was now frustrated by the fact that
Robin seemed to be buying into the social convention that servitude was a
natural and okay thing.

But Robin was now the most important person in Lucas's life, and, in fact,
one of the few people now in Lucas's life, since Lucas, ashamed of having
been enslaved, did not stay in contact with his former friends and
acquaintances once he was indentured; even though his father and brother
put no restrictions on his ability to stay connected with others via the
Internet.

Lucas wanted Robin to be his compassionate overseer in shining armor, so he
was frustrated when Robin did not behave in such a way. As Robin was about
to leave Lucas alone after getting him connected to the track and trolley,
he gave Lucas some instructions, "Dad had all of your things delivered
earlier today, but I don't want you setting up your computer and other
things right now. I want you to get yourself shaved and showered and body
oiled. I want to take some pictures of you."

Even though Robin gave the instructions in a non-officious tone with a
genuine smile on his face; excited to have his very own slave whom he could
control, prettify, and show off to his friends; Lucas did not like the
order, and answered with a frustrated shake of the head and a barely
audible, "Shit!"

At that moment Mr. Thorne, seeking Robin, entered the room and wondered,
"Did Lucas just swear?"

Lucas did not allow Robin to answer and asked, "Dad, what's going on? Why
are you doing this to me? Why do I have to be hooked up like this?"

Mr. Thorne had had enough, and answered in an angry voice, "Lucas, I am
getting pretty damn tired of your constant complaining and sulking
attitude! You're a slave, one with a very exclusive classification, and you
are treated very well by everyone. So get over it!"

Mr. Thorne then addressed Robin in the same irritated tone, "And Robin,
it's time for you to take control of your slave and start treating it
properly. And proper treatment of a slave includes disciplining it if
needed. And Lucas needs a good and strong dose of discipline right now!"

"I gave you a very expensive gift, and you need to take care of it! It
would be the same as if I gave you a dog, and you refused to obedience
train it, and just let it run around the house and yard barking non-stop,
shitting and pissing wherever it wanted, tearing up our shoes, jumping on
people and licking them! Would that be a good thing? I don't think so. Well
it's the same thing with your slave; you simply have to give it the
training and discipline it needs. I don't ever again want to see Lucas
behaving in a way that puts us to shame! Do you hear me?"

Robin nodded, embarrassed to have let his father down.

"And don't forget what you said to me after I had to give you a strapping
the other day. You came to me later in the day and thanked me for your
strapping, said you needed it, and that I could be sure that you would
never again drink booze in my house if for no other reason other than that
you never wanted to ever have to receive such a strapping again! So you
know firsthand that strappings and beatings work to good effect!"

"You proved yourself to be a responsible and mature young man at court the
other day; now I need you to show the same kind of maturity and
responsibility here at home in the handling of your slave!"

Mr. Thorne, finished venting, was now calm, "When you're through up here,
Robin, I want you to come down so we can plan our vacation."

When Mr. Thorne exited, Robin spoke quietly to Lucas, "Dad is right,
Lucas. There is no reason for you to be acting like you're being
mistreated. We love you and treat you really well. All I did was tell you I
wanted to take some pictures of you, because this is a happy day for me,
having you back home, but you had to go and act shitty."

Robin, having grown confident about the effectiveness of corporal
punishment from his own recent experience, and having been thoroughly
educated by Gregory Aldous Timmons about both the efficacy and the salutary
benefits of summary servitor punishment, finally felt properly prepared for
what he had to do.

"A really severe strapping is what you need to break you out of that
defiance of yours." Robin spoke the words without a show of machismo or
anger. Robin felt confident now in his role as overseer.

"I know you don't like this because I'm your younger brother. I don't like
it either, but I feel the same way dad does; I am tired of your
recalcitrant behavior. Do you understand what I'm saying, Lucas?"

Lucas mumbled, "Yes".

"And you need to start addressing me properly. From now on you will address
me with `sir', then your response, then my name, followed by another
`sir'."

Robin took a prison strap of the same size his father had used on him, and
decided to give Lucas exactly the same kind of beating that worked so well
on him. He would strap Lucas's ass until every part of it was raw, and he
would finish up with five swats to the sides of each of his thighs and
upper legs.

It took some coaxing to get Lucas to the punishment frame and cuffed down,
but Robin didn't care. He figured that after Lucas received his strapping
it would be a lot easier in the future to get him to do whatever he wanted,
including getting himself positioned on the punishment frame for whatever
he had coming.

Robin began the strapping with serious blows and Lucas yelled out in pain
accordingly. Robin spoke, "I treat you really nice, and yet I keep getting
this crappy defiance from you. I am tired of it. You need to be as
respectful to me as I am towards you. Do you understand me?"

Lucas shouted through his tears, "SIR, YESSIR, ROBIN, SIR!"

With each blow of the strap Robin grew in confidence in his role as
overseer, and was eventually secure enough that he was able to `enjoy' the
peripheral rewards that came with strapping a beautiful slave ass, such as
a boner that ached and oozed in a most delicious fashion with each blow of
the strap. As Lucas's butt grew redder and redder from the beating, Robin's
cock grew harder and harder.

From downstairs, Gabriel Thorne could hear the yells and cries of Lucas,
and smiled to himself, pleased that Robin seemed, at last, to be taking
firm control of his jument.

When Lucas's ass looked in danger of bleeding if any more swats were
applied, Robin began applying the strap to Lucas's legs and thighs, and
spoke, "We're brothers Lucas, and we need to show love and respect for each
other. I love you Lucas. I really love you. Please make it so I never have
to do this again."

With the last blow accomplished, Robin gathered himself. He was high. Not
only from the wild sensations in his loins, but from the fact that he felt
the strapping he had just administered really got through to Lucas, and
would prove beneficial for Lucas's and his relationship.

Lucas was in serious pain. After Robin put the strap back in the implements
cupboard, he went up to the bound slave and spoke tenderly, "My job is to
take care of you, Lucas. I want to make you happy. I want you to be
happy. Things are different now, Lucas. You're a slave. There is nothing
wrong with that. But you have to obey me. That's all. Just trust me and
obey me. Just trust and obey, and you will be happy."

The quiet voice of Robin soothed the sobbing Lucas. He wanted to believe
his brother's words, since he had nothing else to believe in. He answered,
"Sir, yes sir, Robin sir. Sir, thank you, Robin sir."

When Lucas spoke the words sincerely the pain in his butt was replaced by a
strange euphoria of submission. He knew what was happening. He had heard
enough about such feelings from Chad and Timothy, and from the other
juments he had met at the photo shoot.

The slave feeling builds in intensity, like a growing orgasm, the more one
submits. Lucas thought that perhaps he should embrace the feeling, and not
be afraid of it. Almost as an experiment, Lucas spoke to Robin through his
tears, "Sir, I want to be obedient, sir. I want to trust you. I will from
now on, Sir."

Robin felt a glow himself. His slave, his brother, seemed to finally be
accepting his role. Perhaps he would soon have a fully compliant and
obedient slave.

For Lucas the sensation overtaking him, while not sexual, affected every
part of his body, and his penis, a part of his body, had erected. But to
Lucas it felt as though every part of his body had erected. He didn't know
what the feeling was, but he was glad for it. Perhaps, he thought, it was
the road to happiness and peace. As Robin uncuffed him from the punishment
frame, Lucas was not ashamed or embarrassed of his erection. In fact, Robin
was now treating him so sweetly that he wanted to reward his younger gay
brother with the sight of his massive drudge jument erection.

There was silence in the room as the two brothers experienced new
sensations. Robin gazed at Lucas's impossible-to-ignore erection. Robin's
mouth opened and watered. He closed his mouth and his eyes for several
seconds, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Lucas had also closed his
eyes. Could his brother finally be accepting the fact that he was a
naked-animal slave?

Robin could not resist; he reached his hand out and took hold of Lucas's
cock with a firm grip. Lucas sighed, and did not resist. It felt to Robin
as though he had hold of Lucas by his very soul.  Robin guided the jument
by his animal prick to the bed, "Lie down, Lucas. I have an ointment that I
have to apply to your behind after a serious beating."

Lucas submitted to Robin's request. The fact that there were special
ointments designed especially for the asses of well-punished slaves only
served to remind Lucas that the world of slavery was indeed common and
considered acceptable.

When Robin asked Lucas to stick his ass up and out, he happily
submitted. It seemed to Lucas that the more distasteful and humiliating the
act he was being asked to perform and submit to, the more intense would be
the delicious sensations that overcame him once he submitted. That `slave
feeling' he had been told about so often was not only real, it was
beautiful beyond belief.

Lucas was finding it hard to resist submitting, not any longer because he
feared punishment, but because he could not resist the allure of that
`slave feeling'. He was like the young male raised in a religiously
fundamentalist household who was told that masturbation was forbidden for
it was a sin. There was no longer any way Lucas could resist the urge to
feel such sensations. The fact that the things he was being asked to submit
to seemed humiliating and very wrong to him, only added to the irresistible
allure of submission.

Robin spoke as he lovingly rubbed the medicated lotion into Lucas's
buttocks and thighs, "Lucas, you can go ahead and set up your things. I can
take pictures some other time."

Lucas answered with equal munificence, "Master Robin, sir, I am sorry I
objected to having my picture taken. I want to do whatever it is you would
have me do, sir."

Each word of submission that Lucas spoke intensified the rare ecstatic
sensations in his body, and he was finding the allure of that `slave
feeling' was taking over his being. It was as if nothing more mattered to
him but that `slave feeling'.

Robin put a hand on his jument's shoulder, "I can tell you're feeling very
special right now, Lucas. Do you know why that is? It's because you're a
very special kind of slave, and the more you accept what you are, the more
you will be feeling the way you do now."

Lucas nodded as Robin guided him into an upright seated position on the
bed. Lucas's giant boner had not subsided, and he had no concern that he
was on display for his master.

Robin continued, "You know you're a slave now, don't you, but not an
ordinary domestic servant? You are my special slave. You are mine. You will
be many things to me from now on. And you will be happy if you keep
accepting the special thing you are. If you submit, trust, and obey, you
will be happier than you could ever have imagined."

Lucas's pride was no longer intent on holding on to his old image of
himself; he felt too good, "Sir, I submit, and I shall ever trust and obey
you, Master Robin, sir."

Robin wanted more than anything to grab his animal-slave by its luscious
erected dick, and Lucas wanted more than anything for his brother master to
grab hold of him by his raw exposed slave dick and take possession of it
and him. But the moment was too powerful and intense to be overridden by
one sexual act, and both slave and master instinctively recognized the
fact.

Robin put an arm around Lucas, and Lucas threw an arm around Robin. They
both spoke at the same time the same words, "I love you, Bro."


To be continued...


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