Boys Like You
Part Fifteen
By Randall Austin
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As Brian drove his son, Randall, home from the Social Services Health Facility after his surgical treatment, Randall looked very different from the handsome son he knew. Even though Randall was dressed in the City Parks Department yellow jumpsuit, there was enough `stuff' on his face to alter his appearance dramatically.
He had two huge steel earrings dangling from each ear; he had two fairly large nose rings pierced through each side of his nose; from his septum hung a very large, somewhat oblong, 3 inch steel ring that hung to his chin; and at the base of Randall's chin dangled an oblong 3 inch bell that jingled lightly as they drove along.
Brian could sense that Randall was humiliated by having to wear the facial rings and the jingling bell. Brian was not comfortable with the fact that the state had rigged his son up like a draft animal. In Brian's view, social servitude existed only because it was profitable, and was inhumane despite all of the laws protecting social and servants and intended to guard against abuses of the system.
But what surprised Brian about Randall's demeanor, as he looked quietly out the window watching the scenery roll by, was that Randall seemed quite calm despite his embarrassment, so he asked him, "Randall what's up? You look like you're... well... almost happy."
"I am Dad. I'm happy to see you. I love you Dad."
"I love you too, son."
Randall continued, "And I'm relieved. Very much so."
Brian looked curiously at Randall, "Relieved by what?"
"I was told that I was going to be branded and tattooed, have my back teeth removed and possibly get circumcised, but none of those things have been done to me."
Brian was incredulous, "What? Who told you that?"
"Earl and Dean. Dean gets all of his information from Earl."
Brian looked incredulous at his son, "Dean let you go into surgery believing they were going to brand, tattoo, remove some teeth and circumcise you and wasn't bothered by the fact that they were going to do such things to you?"
"He didn't know any better, Dad and didn't know what to do. He told me that Earl was an expert."
Brian was getting angry, "Some expert. Those practices, used only on those criminally indentured for life, went out over twenty years ago. They still tattoo the criminally indentured in the Total Reform program who commit violent offenses while indentured, but even that is soon to be on the way out."
Brian continued venting, "Your brother needs to be reminded to check his sources."
As Brian slowed his car and pulled over to the side of the road there were tears in his eyes. When the car was stopped he asked, "Why didn't you ever call me, son?"
Randall responded, "Dean told me that it wouldn't be a good idea and forbid me, as my overseer, from calling you."
Brian hugged Randall tightly, "I am so sorry that you went into surgery believing such things were going to be done to you. No one should ever have to go through such a thing."
As Brian tightly hugged his son, tears rolled down his face. Randall felt like he was in heaven.
Kevin Balen, former innocent-gentle-mother's boy, recently turned sexual sadist overseer, smiled at his parents, his fiancé and his fiancé's parents and his white toothed smile lit up his face of alabaster skin and doe-like eyes, framed by his hair of soft black curls. As they sat about a picnic table he attempted to put to rest, once again, all of their fears about the stories they had heard about the mistreatment of social servants.
"It's simply not true. Not only have I not seen such things going on, but if I ever did, I can assure you, I would report it in an instant. And my co-workers all have the same views that I do on the subject; that we are there to look after the health care of society's most precious individuals: social servants."
"As in any position where there are levels of authority, society needs to be vigilant and watch for individuals who are unfit for the position and would abuse their authority. But I can tell you all, from the bottom of my heart; I have nothing but love and the deepest respect for all servants under my care. And I see that same kind of love and concern in all of my coworkers."
Kevin's fiancé, Marcie, hugged her handsome husband to be and all the parent's smiled. Kevin's mother radiated pride, "I know my special boy, my Kevin, my beautiful Kevin, would never harm a flea, he still carries spiders that fall into the bathtub out of the house. In fact, I'm so proud, because when we have people like my Kevin getting into the social service industry, you know it can only improve the system."
The fears of the parents and the fiancé were finally put to rest on that beautiful summer day. The social service system was not rife with abuses.
Dean struggled with his love for his brother. He loved him and wanted to continue loving him. But months ago Randall started backing away from their relationship and as time passed he grew colder and ever more indifferent towards Dean. Randall told his father about the punishments Dean had given him, something about which Dean had understood that he and Randall had a private agreement on; that they were in the `Stage One' program, in a sense, together. Dean was going to make sure everything went well.
But when finally the letter arrived from the state projecting that Randall would fail the `Stage One' program and Randall was to be pre-processed for the Total Reform program, any hope of reconciliation between the two brothers seemed to vanish.
As Dean watched Randall shower, his thoughts gradually turned from why things went wrong in their relationship to lust. Randall's new body was a sight to behold and it was turning Dean on. He looked at the giant rings the state had put on his brother. The fact that Randall was embarrassed to be seen with them turned Dean on all the more.
The state considered Randall to be a drudge, an animal, a beast of burden, fit for at least 5 years of hard labor. The giant rings that went through Randall's ears, nose, tits, navel, cock and the bell dangling from his chin, not only made Randall look like one meant to serve and do hard labor, but they fairly screamed it out. Randall's purpose was to be used, to labor, for the good of society.
Dean wondered why he should consider his brother as anything other than what the state considered him. Especially since Randall was acting colder and more distant than ever since coming home from his processing surgery.
And it was exacerbated when Randall got out of the shower and started to towel himself dry and snarled at Dean, "Fucking stop watching me! Will you?"
Dean was more hurt than angry, "Watch it Randall."
"No. You're the one who's watching `it'. Keep your eyes off of me!" In exasperation Randall threw the towel down, "Here, look at me! Are you happy with what they did to me?"
Randall hurried out of the room and Dean followed Randall into their bedroom. As Randall put on his jumpsuit he spoke without looking at Dean, "I don't want you sleeping next to me in the same bed anymore."
"You have no choice. You sleep where I say you sleep."
Randall snapped back, "Well I'm calling dad! I'll sleep on the floor if I have to."
The subject of their father was a sensitive one for Dean, "Leave dad alone and out of this. As your overseer and for your own general well being, I am ordering you to cease contact with all persons other than your workmates, counselors and state overseers."
As Randall tried to rush out of the room, Dean grabbed him by his arm, "This behavior is unacceptable Randall. Totally unacceptable. What has gotten in to you?"
"Fuck off!" Randall tried to break away, which angered Dean.
After a brief struggle, Dean had Randall pinned against the wall, "I've had enough!" Dean moved Randall to a giant armoire, grabbed a light caliper chain and lock from off his desk on the way, snapped one end of the chain to Randall's nose ring and the other end to a steel lamp hook bolted to near the top of the armoire.
With Randall nose-locked to the armoire, Dean fetched some handcuffs from his social service's utility bag and locked Randall's hands together in back of him. He then unbuttoned the entire buttocks' flap of Randall's jumpsuit and moved all the fabric aside, fully exposing Randall's plump and muscular buttocks.
As Dean approached Randall with the Gropius 260, Randall changed his tone, "Please Dean, I'm sorry."
Dean swung the paddle as hard as he could. Randall cried, "Oh no! Please Dean. Don't hurt me! Don't do this to me."
Dean recalled the encouragement Earl had given him last evening and proceeded to give Randall the most severe punishment that not only he had ever given to Randall, but that Randall had ever received in his life as a servant.
Dean wanted Randall bawling and screaming and he got it soon enough. With each blow of the paddle Randall's giant ear, nipple, and nose, rings swung. And his entire cock was pulled from side to side as the steel donut cock ring going through its dick head swung sharply with each blow of the paddle.
When Dean finally stopped after about seven minutes of paddling, Randall continued crying and tried to ease the pain away by rubbing his cuffed hands over his buttocks. Dean watched Randall trying to massage his deeply reddened buttocks with his cuffed hands. Though it pained Dean to have been so harsh with his brother, he believed he had acted correctly according to all of the guidelines he had been given for dealing with recalcitrant and self-pitying servants.
When Randall finally stopped crying, Dean undid his handcuffs. With Randall still nose-locked to the bureau, Dean reached around Randall and started unbuttoning the front of his jumpsuit. Dean removed the jumpsuit from Randall and stood back to look at the naked, red-assed, Randall nose-locked to the bureau.
It was a classic sight; a full service hard laborer on naked display after a well-deserved punishment session. Dean noticed that Randall's prick was sticking up a bit, hoisting aloft his giant steel cock ring. Dean reckoned that Randall must have a full hilt boner, because he imagined that he would be unable to make his own cock rise that high with such a massive donut ring tugging down his own cock.
After a bit of observation Dean walked up to Randall and put his hand on his back. "You can stay here until you decide you want to apologize and make a commitment towards improving your attitude."
Dean left the room. When he was out, Randall started crying again. Softly at first, but soon it rose in volume. Dean could hear Randall's sobbing down the hall. It bothered him. But he remembered Earl's words of encouragement; he went back to the bedroom and addressed Randall. "There's no reason for this kind of disturbance. Now if you don't stop your crying I'll get out the tawse and start working on your back and legs if you would like. So shut up! And when you're ready to apologize and stop pouting, I'll release you."
Randall broke down and with a nasal whining sort of tone begged, "Please Dean. Don't do this. Don't make me stand here."
Dean was firm, "Okay, that does it! All I get from you is whine, whine, whine! I cannot stand your gawwdamm constant whining! I'm getting you ready for a session with the tawse!"
Dean went back to his social service's utility bag and gathered several items. This time he had two pairs of handcuffs and locked each of Randall's arms to hooks on each side of the giant armoire. Dean next took a short length of chain with clasps on each end and snapped one end to Randall's penis ring and the other end to Randall's navel ring. Randall's cock was now sticking up against his belly, locked to his navel ring. Around his cock Dean looped a short length of servant binding cord and tied it to a handle on the armoire that was at cock level.
With Randall cuffed, nose-locked and cock-tied, to the armoire, Randall never looked or felt more like an abject slave. As Dean left the room to get his tawse Randall called out to him, "Okay Dean. I'll be quiet."
Dean did not respond to Randall and made his way out of the bedroom. Dean went to the implements cupboard, selected a tawse and as he started to make his way back up the stairs the doorbell rang.
Dean checked through the `door peek' to see who was ringing and was pleased to see that it was Earl. Dean let Earl in and as soon as Earl saw the tawse in Dean's hand, he reacted with glee, "Randall's been home for not even 24 hours and already he needs to be taught a lesson?"
Dean explained, "I had to give him a paddling just a bit ago and apparently that wasn't enough. His non-stop whining is driving me nuts."
Earl encouraged, "You're doing the right thing."
As Dean led Earl up the stairs Earl commented, "I can hardly wait to see him."
Dean stopped on the stairs and turned towards Earl. "My dad's pissed at me because I let Randall go into processing thinking he was going to get branded, tattooed, get some teeth removed and possibly circumcised. Earl, buddy, I was relying on you for information, but all that stuff went out a long time ago! They do some of that stuff to lifers convicted of violent crimes, but your info was way out of date."
Earl nodded his head and raised in shoulders in an `oops I made a mistake' gesture, "Gosh, it's been awhile since I've been updated on that Total Reform program. Sorry about that!"
Dean turned and started back up the stairs, "That's okay, but next time get your facts straight."
"Will do, buddy-o. Will do!"
When Earl entered the bedroom and saw the naked, super-ringed, Randall handcuffed, nose-locked and cock-tied to the giant bureau, a huge smile broke out across his face and he let out a long brazen wolf whistle. "Wow! Look at you. All belled and super-ringed like some South African mine slave. They did a good job on you Randy! How does it feel?"
When Randall did not respond, Earl commanded, "Turn a little towards me and face me; I want to see what you look like from the front!"
Randall did not move. Earl tried to encourage him. "All those rings and that bell should be feeling good to you and give you cause to stand up tall and take pride in yourself."
Randall turned his body as much as he could away from Earl's smiling gaze. Earl commented, "That kind of attitude is the reason you're locked up to that bureau now and about to get a second punishment. I would think you would use some common sense, buddy boy. That's why I don't have any feeling for you for what's about to happen. You've got that fucking attitude and Dean is doing the good work by trying to whip it out of you. I'm looking forward to watching this because frankly you have it coming!"
Earl looked at Dean, "Don't let that sulking bother you. Remember what I told you! That is exactly the kind of behavior that is overcome with a direct discipline approach. Remember, `fierce and severe' is the kind of punishment that wipes out attitude problems. When you start swinging that tawse at his shoulders, back, rump and legs, just pretend you're beating the dirt out of an old carpet. Because in a way that is really what you will be doing; beating the filth of bad and improper behavior out of Randy."
As Dean got into position behind Randall and did a few practice air strokes of the tawse, Earl asked, "Is this the day you're going to let me finally bone Randall for all the good times I let you have with Reginald and Brendan?"
Dean stopped his practice swings and said quietly, "I would rather you not, Earl."
Earl was disappointed, "But remember Dean, you owe me. You promised me after almost every session you had with Reginald that in return you'd let me have a go at Randy."
Dean was perplexed, "I know I said that, but not today."
Earl, turned on by the sight of the bound and ringed Randall, was frustrated, "Well, when then? Randy isn't going to be here too much longer."
Dean wanted the matter to go away, "Maybe in a day or two, okay? Maybe on the weekend."
Earl wondered, "Maybe? What's this `maybe' stuff? You promised me, man."
"I know I did. But I just want to focus on this punishment for now. I think this will be enough to put Randall through for one day." Earl wanted Dean to see things in a levelheaded way. "What you just said is exactly what's your problem, Dean. YOU are not putting Randall though anything. He is putting himself through this by his behavior. Face it, man, or else you're just going to end up regretting what you're about to do and you won't be delivering the full-force kind of punishment that Randy really needs and deserves at this time."
Dean listened intently, Earl could tell he was making headway and continued. "You yourself just told me downstairs that Randy was being contrary, defiant, fractious, resistant, uncontrollable, willful and stubborn, even after a paddling. That all sounds like reason enough, to me, to do what you have to do. So lay into him, Dean. It's what he needs, so just do it!"
Dean nodded in agreement with Earl and moved into position behind Randall. Earl backed himself behind Dean, in order to get a better view of the punishment about to take place. Before Dean swung the tawse for the first time Earl furtively brushed his crotch with his hand and gave his cock a tug.
Dean swiped Randall's shoulder with the tawse, Randall bucked and yelped; and Earl went hard. With the second swipe of the tawse across Randall's tender buttocks, both Earl and Dean were sweating with excitement. Randall's yelping annoyed Dean, causing him to swing harder with the tawse. After the fifth swat Randall screamed to his brother to stop. Dean did not stop. As Earl watched his pal Dean tawse the shoulders, back and legs of his 10-year younger brother, he was in ecstasy. Watching Randall's bald, ear and nose-ringed, head swing with each stroke and listening to Randall's cries blend with his wildly swinging chin bell, were some of the most intense and beautiful moments Earl had ever experienced.
When it was over after a total of twelve swats and Randall's crying did not cease, Earl tried to put things in perspective for Randall. "Once you're in the Total Reform training program the punishment you've just received will seem like love taps."
Earl and Dean left the room; leaving Randall bound to the armoire. From his position Randall could hear his brother and Earl make their way into the next room down the hall, the room that used to be his bedroom. He heard the sounds of fumbling, of moans of pleasure, of clothing coming off, of arms entwining, of bodies coming together, of sexual exertion.
For Randall, the pain of having lost his brother's love was heightened by the fact that he lost it to Earl. Randall did not know what was the stronger cause of his grief; his predicament as a servant about to enter the Total Reform program; or having lost the only consolation he had during the ordeal of indenturement, his brother's love.
To Be Continued...
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