Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2012 18:38:20 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's Going On Dad? - Part 8

What's Going On, Dad?

By Randall Austin

PART EIGHT

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Several hours later, after leaving his enslaved son, Lucas, alone in his
new warehouse to get comfortable with his new surroundings, and to sort of
allow him to get his thoughts settled and sorted out, Mr. Thorne arrived
with his free son, Robin.  Mr. Thorne carried a large box of supplies, and
Robin carried Lucas's computer.

Mr. Thorne addressed his two sons; "I'm going to leave you two boys alone.
I know you both love each other very much and probably want to spend time
together.  I will be in my office."

Mr. Thorne left the two brothers, and Robin went up to Lucas, hugged him
tightly, and started crying, "I'm so sorry, bro.  It ain't right what dad
did to you, `Luke'.  It ain't right."

Lucas broke down, and together the brothers cried long and hard as they
maintained their embrace.

Lucas indicated the love seat, and as they made their way to have a seat,
Robin, walking behind Lucas, examined the track and trolley system to which
Lucas was tethered by his nose and cock rings.  It gave Robin the shivers,
but it also fascinated him.  His brother could only go where the trolley
and track allowed him.

The two brothers sat next to each other, and Robin threw his arm across the
back of the love seat, grabbed Lucas by the shoulder, and pulled him close
to himself.

Robin began quietly, "Bro, dad told me all about you and your new status,
and about my new status.  I just want you to know, `Luke', you are nothing
to me but my older brother, who I look up to and respect, and there ain't
nothing that's ever gonna change that!"

Lucas felt his brother's warm feelings toward him, "Thanks Robin."

Robin squeezed Lucas's shoulder, "Dad's making me get some kind of advanced
handler's permit, but nothing's gonna change, bro.  I certainly ain't gonna
treat you like some dumb ass slave, treat you crappy, and punish you and
shit."

"There's no way that when I'm working here during the summer that I'm gonna
be on your ass the whole time, snapping my fingers, making you do stuff!
Fuck that man!  As far as I'm concerned, nothing has changed between us,
bro."

Lucas was comforted, "I really appreciate hearing that, Robin.  I didn't
think you'd ever treat me bad, but I just didn't know what to expect given
the way dad has turned my world upside down."

Robin continued in his comforting mode, "And regarding all that personal
service stuff, forget that shit, bro, cause I sure in the hell ain't ever
gonna do stuff like that to my own brother."

Lucas nodded and was relieved to hear Robin's words.

Robin continued, "Yeah, bro!  As far as I am concerned you are my older
brother still.  I have always looked up to you, and always will.  In fact,
bro, you're the one who needs to tell me if I'm slacking on the job, not
the other way around!"

The brothers sat together, saying nothing, just feeling the love they had
for each other.  Robin couldn't help but notice his older brother's
scrunched up dick, with a cord running from its ringed cock head down to
the floor track.  His older brother was tethered to a track in the floor
like some dumb animal.  Tethered by his dick!  And it was a dick that
hadn't been allowed to shoot cum in almost five weeks, and therefore was
looking especially plumped up, as were his two balls.

Robin tried to not look at his brother with lustful eyes, but the plump
cock and balls he was now staring at were no longer, in reality, his
brother's cock and balls, but were a slave's cock and balls – the cock
and balls of a slave who belonged to him!  His brother was now his.  His to
play with.  Robin now owned his brother.

Robin spoke in an effort to force his mind away from thoughts of sexually
controlling his older brother: "Lucas, if there is any good in all of this,
it's that you and me are going to be together forever.  The state may call
you a slave, but I do not.  You are my brother, and I am going to treat you
like my brother."

As Robin spoke, he examined the way Lucas's snout ring was pulled into an
upright position, by the cord that was attached to it from the overhead
trolley system.  Seeing his brother hobbled and controlled in such a way,
along with his tit rings, ear tags, and work boots, sent a vibration of
pleasure through Robin's body that he could not comprehend.  He loved his
brother, and wondered why he would he get a feeling of delight in seeing
him so hobbled and controlled.

Lucas broke Robin's concentration of his hobbles and rings, "Dude, dad said
that it was up to you to decide whether or not my shoulder and arm harness
comes off.  I'm wondering if you would take it off.  They have it set so I
can't hold my dick while I piss."

Robin couldn't help his brother: "Lucas, I don't know how that thing works
yet, and I don't have the special key that undoes the settings.  Dad told
me that they would be covering your arm and shoulder hobble in my first
class on Monday.  They're gonna teach me how it works.  Once I learn how it
works, I'll be happy to remove it."

Lucas smiled, "Thanks so much, Robin.  I knew I had a real friend in you."

***

Robin and his cousin Timothy were driven to their first handler's classes
by Timothy's father.  Once they arrived at the county's Social Services
Administration building, they each headed to separate classrooms.

Mr. Thorne had enrolled Timothy into the Junior Handler's class, while he
enrolled his son, Robin, into the most advanced handler's class, the Level
D program.

From the moment Robin entered the classroom, he was impressed with what he
saw.  The other students, all about his age, were obviously from privileged
backgrounds.  They were expensively dressed, neatly groomed, and as is
common with the children of wealthy, slave holding, families, they were
secure and confident in their bearing.

And when the class instructor, Aldous Gregory Timmons, entered the room,
Robin was transfixed.  Mr. Timmons, 29 years old, dressed in a rugged yet
casual fashion, topped off with totally cool sport jacket and mildly whacky
tie, was the kind of guy all young boys looked up to.  With his hair
slightly spiked, a wristband made of copper and steel flashing as he
gestured, he had all of the females in the class breathless within seconds
of his personal introduction.

Robin, paying strict attention to every word Mr. Timmons spoke, did a
regular check every thirty seconds of Mr. Timmons' crotch area.
Mr. Timmons' casual dress slacks concealed details of his sexual equipment,
but a bulge was prominent enough to let Robin know that his instructor was
imposingly cocked.

And the voice of Mr. Timmons had a sweet resonance that made Robin wish he
had such an angelic tone.  Robin hung on to every word of his instructor:
"Remember class: the key to effective servitor control is in keeping your
eyes on the goal that YOU want achieved."

"If the goal or task you want from your slave has not been met in the
timeframe set for the task, then pay no attention whatsoever to any excuses
the slave has to offer.  The words of a slave are not a part of the
construct of servitor control!  The servitor construct allows, indeed
demands, only one thing: obedience!  If goals are not met in a timely
fashion, then there is only one just and humane response: summary
discipline!"

"And by `summary' I mean "summary"!  Take the slave by total surprise and
secure him to a punishment frame as swiftly as possible, and administer the
highest grade punishment for the given offence allowable by law!"

"Do not be swayed by tears and pleas and promises to behave in the future!
The slave is not your friend!  If you spare him the tawse, the whip, or the
banded ball `full squeeze', then you are hurting your slave!  If you love
your slave, you will punish your slave for wrongdoings."

By the end of the class, Robin had never sweated so much from excitement in
his life.  Robin knew that he had an impressive dick for a sixteen-year old
kid: five inches.  But as the class ended and students were exiting, Robin
remained seated and tried to get his dick to deflate: his boner felt like
it had to be at least a foot long.


To be continued...


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