Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2012 00:26:56 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 3

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART THREE

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Being forced to undergo "chastity treatment", as the state labels it, is
one of the most humiliating things a young man in the prime of life can
possibly experience.  And with no sexual relief possible, all one can do is
think of the fun your friends are having with their dicks: putting their
cock in between their girlfriends tits; getting sucked off; fucking pussy
and ass; and just plain two-times-a-day jacking-off fun.

Mr. Thorne felt that Lucas being forced to undergo bathing supervision, and
then having his genitals baby lotioned and powdered before being refitted
with the chastity pouch, was having the effect of making Lucas more
submissive.  Or maybe it was just that Lucas was so fatigued by the
humiliation he was undergoing, that he no longer had as much energy as he
used to, to be combative.

Robin noticed something of a change in Lucas the first time he started to
lotion up his private parts after having supervised his shower.  His older
brother offered almost no resistance as he laid on the bed with his spread
out legs.  Perhaps it just felt so good having his dick touched that Lucas
didn't do his usual complaining.

The only time Lucas was his old self was when he asked Robin, once again,
what was really going on with all of the things the Parole Agency was doing
to him.  Robin was honest.  "I've asked dad what this is all about, and he
told me this is all stuff that they are allowed to do to guys on parole to
help them make sure they follow the guidelines of the program.  That's all
I know, Luke.  I trust dad.  I don't think there's anything `going on'."

On Friday morning Lucas woke up once again feeling anxious and like a
super-controlled prisoner, and horny as hell.  As Robin unlocked the strap
that secured Lucas's comfort stop in position, so Lucas could take his
morning shit, Lucas asked his younger brother if he would remove his
chastity pouch.  "Sorry `Luke'.  I'm not allowed to do that except two
times a week for your shower.  They don't want you jacking off, and I know
that's probably what you want to do right now."

Lucas was humiliated, and wished he hadn't asked the favor of his brother,
since it only gave his younger brother the pleasure of turning down his
very personal request.

As Robin slowly removed the comfort stop from his brother's asshole, he
told Lucas that he had to give him another enema before the two gentlemen
from the State Parole Agency arrived.  "Since they want you deep cleaned,
it probably means they plan on fitting you with the "tamer" again."

Lucas, for no specific reason, started crying; he wept the whole time he
sat on the pot taking his shit, wept the whole time Robin gave him his
enema, and continued sobbing as Robin refitted him with the comfort stop
and locked it on.

Robin tried to offer comfort, but Lucas replied, "I don't feel like a human
being anymore.  What are they doing to me?"

When Tyrone and Aaron arrived from the State Parole Agency with their
uniform-like dark suits, shirts, ties, shiny shoes, and gelled hair, they
treated Lucas more condescendingly than ever, "How's our little tiger doing
today?"  "You've been behaving yourself?"  When they both put out their
hands to shake Lucas' hand, Lucas did not put out his hand in return.

Aaron and Tyrone got right to work opening up the portable procedures
table, and taking items out of the large implements case they carried.

Tyrone touched Lucas on the shoulder, "Okay little fella, we need you to
get reform-school naked!"

When Lucas made a face, Tyrone explained, "That means you get total balls
naked, just like boys in reform school have to get when they get an ass
strapping."

Lucas did not like being lumped in with the guys who are sent to reform
school.  He wasn't a bad kid the way reform school boys were bad.  With a
look of disgust Lucas stripped down as Tyrone, Aaron, Robin, and his father
watched him.

Once he was naked except for his large genital pouch and the waistband that
held his comfort stop in place, Aaron unlocked and removed the chastity
pouch, "Let's free the little guy up!"  Lucas's cock, once freed from the
pouch, hung free and plump.

Aaron smiled, "The baby powder and oil on your dick make you smell like a
baby.  That's good.  It helps remind guys like you that childish behavior
will only end up getting you treated like a baby."  Tyrone instructed,
"Okay, son.  I need you to get up on the procedures table and kneel on it,
with your head on the table, your legs spread wide, and your ass sticking
up nice and high so I can have total access to your ass and balls.  We're
gonna do some ball work on you."

As Lucas was guided into a kneeling position on the table by Tyrone and
Aaron, who made sure his ass was sticking out high and proud, he once again
felt a strange non-human feeling, that he was being controlled in even the
most private regions of his being.  He felt like some farm animal being
manipulated with no control of his own.  He felt like he might start crying
uncontrollably.  In such a humiliating position, afraid of what was about
to be done to him, and with no other recourse, he let out an involuntary
plea, "DAD!"

Mr. Thorne was moved, "It's okay Lucas. We're only doing this because we
want to help you.  I love you, son."

Lucas pleaded like a child, "Please Dad, don't let them hurt me."

Tyrone spoke as he unlocked the strap holding in Lucas's comfort stop,
"You're father is correct.  We are only trying to help you.  There may be a
little discomfort with some of the procedures we perform, but we are not
trying to hurt you.  In fact, just the opposite is true: we are here to
help you."

Tyrone removed Lucas's regular comfort stop and selected the same large,
bulbous headed comfort stop as last time.  He lubed it up, "Okay Lucas, I
am going to reintroduce you to your little friend from last week, the
"tamer".

Lucas cried out, "No Dad.  Please don't let him do that."

Aaron explained, "The discomfort this stop causes will have a salutary
effect on you in the long run.  It is going to be a little painful, and it
is going to be kept locked in for three hours.  After three hours your
brother will remove it and replace it with your regular, active-duty,
comfort stop."

Mr. Thorne was pleased and spoke to Robin, "That's great.  That means you
will be able remove it just before you two boys and I leave to meet your
Uncle Hildebrand and Cousin Timothy."

A new indignity hit Lucas unprepared: he did NOT want to meet his Uncle
Hildebrand and his son.  Lucas yelled out, "I don't want to meet them,
Dad!"

Tyrone stopped Lucas's yelling by patting him on the back, "Okay son.
Let's keep it down.  I can't have you fidgeting while I insert the
`tamer'."

Tyrone began inserting the "tamer" into Lucas's asshole.  He gently rotated
it as he pushed it in.  Lucas howled out, "Oh man, please stop!  It hurts
so much!"

Tyrone kept working the "tamer" in and put a hand on Lucas's back, "We're
half way up there, tiger!  Just hang on tight, you can do it!"

Once the `tamer' was in place, Tyrone pulled an item out of implements bag.
He went and stood in back of the kneeling Lucas, who kept his head on the
table with his ass sticking up high, as he breathed heavily while letting
out an occasional sob.  Tyrone had full clear access to Lucas's behind.

Tyrone, with both hands, grabbed both of Lucas's balls and started to
gently knead them along with his entire ball sack, stretching the sack as
he freed the balls.  Lucas whimpered.

Aaron comforted Lucas by putting a hand on his head, "You just keep your
head down, soldier.  This will be over before you know it."

Robin, who knew no more than Lucas did about what was going on or what was
about to happen, was actually somewhat concerned about what they were
planning on doing to Lucas's balls.  The fearful uncertainty, coupled with
the sexual tension that arose out of Lucas's subjugation, caused Robin to
get a bone-hard erection which he did not want – but over which he had
no control.

Aaron went and stood next to Tyrone, and without instructions grabbed
Lucas's cock, and manipulated it as much as possible to keep the balls away
from it, as Tyrone took a one-inch wide band of a clear elastic material,
stretched it wide open with a bull bander type device, and placed it over
Lucas's ball sack, above the balls and below the cock.  He released the
handles slowly and the thick plastic, semi-elastic, band was in place about
Lucas's scrotal sack.

Aaron stood back, examined his work: a thick clear plastic, one-inch wide
band, that kept Lucas's balls clearly separated from his penis, and
encouraged his ball sack to hang low.  He addressed Lucas, "There boy!  We
have you ball banded now."

Only then did the discomfort of the band and the realization of what had
been done to him hit Lucas, and he called out once again, "Dad, what are
they doing to me?  Make them take it off.  It hurts Dad!"

Aaron put a hand on Lucas's rump, as if he were a farm animal, "Okay boy.
Take it easy.  It's just another standard procedure designed to integrate
with your chastity pouch, and comfort stop.  All for the sole purpose of
making you a happier boy.  Once your brother removes the `tamer' from your
rear end and replaces it with your regular comfort stop, in three hours,
you will be so relieved that you won't any longer be aware that we've got
you ball-banded."

Lucas cried out, "Why?  What's the purpose of doing such a thing to me?"

Aaron patted Lucas's rump as he spoke, "Just calm down, big fella!  No
reason to get all upset.  Ball-banding helps to keep boys like you docile."

Aaron waited a bit to see if Lucas was listening, then continued, "Ball
banding helps to redirect your senses.  Just as the chastity pouch gives
you access to more energy, the scrotal band, by serving to mark your
servile status as one in a reform program, will better help you to direct
all that extra energy towards more positive ends.  It will help guide you
to the realization that you need to accept the reform we offer: total
reform."

Lucas had had he enough: "Well fuck you both!"  He jumped off the
procedures table with his banded ball sack swinging wildly.  "None of what
you're doing to me is right, you two goddamn motherfuckin homos!"

In a flash Tyrone grabbed the naked Lucas tightly by the shoulders and
pulled him so close to him that their crotches and noses were touching.
Tyrone's grasp was so firm and intense, that Lucas was taken aback.

Tyrone gave a nod to Aaron, who grabbed a reform school strap from the
implements bag, stood behind Lucas, and began fiercely strapping the angry
boy's ass.

Lucas screamed and howled.  He swore.  He tried to buck away, but Tyrone
was a trained inmate controller and knew how to securely subdue boys for a
stand-up position ass strapping.

Lucas broke down into outright howling, screams, and cried out, "Dad, they
have no right.  This is not legal.  I'm gonna sue all of you motherfuckers,
including you too Dad if you don't stop them."

The strapping soon had Lucas's behind a bitter red.  Robin ran out of the
room.  He could take no more.  His father believed his sensitive younger
son could not take seeing his brother take the strap.

Robin ran to a nearby bathroom, kept the door slightly ajar so he could
hear his brother's screams, took out his cock, and furiously started
jackin.  He shot his load within 60 seconds.

When Tyrone gave the signal for Aaron to stop the ass strapping, he kept
the weeping Lucas in his arms, still holding his body close to his.  But
only now his tight embrace seemed like an embrace of comfort to Lucas.
Lucas's tears made a large wet spot on Tyrone's suit coat.

Lucas accepted the embrace, for it felt good.  Perhaps, he wondered, Tyrone
could be the one to get him out of his predicament, since the pleas to his
father never resulted in any action.

Lucas allowed himself to believe such a train of thought.  It felt warm and
good in Tyrone's arms.  Tyrone was a good man.  Tyrone was a kind man.  And
with their crotches and noses touching each others', Tyrone's embrace was
even sending waves of euphoria throughout Lucas's ass-strapped body.

Such was Lucas's momentary transport into euphoria that he didn't notice
Robin reenter the room, and his father go up to him and put an arm around
his shoulder to comfort his younger son who was so distressed by the
violence that he had to leave the room.

Lucas remained lost in Tyrone's arms, and so he was surprised when Tyrone
addressed everyone in the room, even as he still hugged Lucas tightly,
"Because of that demonstration of unacceptable behavior by Lucas, it is my
recommendation that we go ahead and do another procedure on Lucas, the one
that we were first going to do next week."

Mr. Thorne nodded, "That's okay with me.  You know what's best.  Do
whatever you have to do."

Lucas's euphoria instantly turned to ice.  He felt betrayed and was deeply
wounded and hurting.  He could only stand stunned and frozen as Aaron
quickly gathered a bunch of straps, rods, and cuffs from the implements
bag.

With Lucas still in the standing position, Tyrone and Aaron fitted him with
a shoulder harness that attached, by means of straps, to broad cuffs about
his upper arms.  Special cords going from the harness to the arm cuffs made
it so that he could not bring his upper arms any closer than 5 inches to
his body.

Next they attached a thick cuff to each of his ankles, locked them, and
attached between them a two-foot wide leg-spreader rod that would force him
to walk with an awkward hobbled gait with his legs spread wide.

Aaron and Tyrone managed to get Lucas arm and leg hobbled within three
minutes.  So quickly, in fact, that the stunned Lucas did not hear Tyrone's
command that he do a demonstration walk for them.

Only when Aaron gave a swat of the reform school strap to his ass, did the
naked parolee hear what Tyrone was saying, "Come on boy.  Start walking for
us.  I want to make sure that we have your hobbles correctly calibrated."

As the tearful Lucas did his walk, Robin would have given anything to have
been able to video what he saw: his naked, weeping, red-assed,
butt-plugged, ball-banded, brother walking down the hallway with his legs
spread wide, causing his banded balls to swing wildly, and his upper arms
held away from his body, making him look like a goofy, hard-labor, drudge
animal.

Robin's cock was hard again, but so blown away was he by the spectacle of
his profoundly humiliated brother, that he did not care.  It was the
hottest thing Robin had ever seen: his hotshot, handsome, older brother
humiliated to the point of no return.

As Tyrone refitted Lucas with the chastity pouch, Aaron made arrangements
with Mr. Thorne, "Okay, next week, same time.  Remember, since Lucas had
two week's procedures done on him today, we are now one week ahead of
schedule."

Mr. Thorne nodded, "You are right.  Thanks for reminding me."



To be continued...


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