Boys Like You
Part Eighteen - Conclusion
By Randall Austin
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Once Brian had left the house, Dean laid himself, facedown, back on the couch without pulling his shorts or slacks up over his blazing behind. He buried his head in his arms.
Although Dean sniffled and was momentarily defeated, Randall was afraid of what Dean would do to him for having blurted out to his dad the punishment procedures and threats that Dean had used on him.
Randall didn't know what to do. So he sat on a chair somewhat removed from the couch Dean was sobbing on and remained silent.
He sat there for 15 minutes. Eventually Dean's sobbing stopped, but he continued to sniffle from time to time. Randall, concerned for his older brother despite his fear of him, broke the silence by quietly asking. "Bro?"
His one word question of concern caused his brother to start sobbing again and finally Dean asked through his tears. "Why did you do it, Randy? Why did you tell dad?"
Randall, at first, did not answer, he could not answer. But the question demanded an answer and after a while Randall suddenly began to speak out without forethought, just lettings his words flow as they came. "Because Earl told me everything about you and Reginald; how you two are in love; how you were only fucking me because I am a servant and available; how you consider me to be a laughable pansy; and how you couldn't wait until I was sent away to the Total Reform camp so you and Reginald could spend lots of time together here in our house."
Dean attempted to sit up on the couch, but found the pain too much for his sore and tender buttocks, so he quickly stood up.
As Dean pulled up his boxers and slacks, Randall continued. "That's why I told dad, Dean; because I have nothing left to lose. I told Dad because I detest you! No, because I hate you!"
Dean had an expression on his face that looked like an open mouthed sneer to Randall. When Dean started walking slowly towards Randall, Randall backed away in fear. "You stay away from me Dean! Don't you touch me! I don't ever want you near me again. Get away from me!"
As Dean approached Randall, Randall warned him. "If you touch me I'm calling dad. Why are you coming after me? Why don't you leave me alone and go to your Reggie?"
Randall was both frightened and brokenhearted. As he backed himself against the wall to get away from Dean, he started to cry. "I can't wait until I'm out of here, because I never, ever want to see you again! You are nothing to me. I am not your brother. I want to get out of here and want you out of my life forever!"
Dean grabbed Randall by the shoulders and Randall looked him in the face, defiant. "You can beat me all you want. But you are no part of my life! I hate you!"
Dean tightened his grip on Randall. "You listen to me, Randy! I don't know what Earl told you, but none of what you say he said is true. I love you and have always loved you. You are my brother. I am your brother. We are a part of each other's lives. You have no choice in this matter. I love you and always will love you."
Dean hugged Randall, "I'm so sorry you have been deceived. Yes, I did it a couple of times with Reggie, but he means nothing to me. I once jokingly called you a pansy. But you are my one and only, my special love. You are everything to me."
"I've been having a hard time with dad lately because he's been on my case, always accusing me of letting you down. Yet now, if he reads his email, he will see that I did indeed take the steps needed to help you, long before he suggested them."
"Because I have good news for you Randy. Even though the Stage One' Program is used by the state as a rehabilitative program, it is still legislated by economic forces. It is not part of the criminal justice system. You are not a criminal. Your failure to abide by the rules of the Stage One' program was not a crime and your passage into the Total Reform program is simply a part of the financial penalty you have accrued. The state simply wants you to do your part of the `Stage One' program, which is work a certain number of hours, whether they are part of your original agreed upon hours, or the added penalty hours, in order to get money out of you. The state provided you with rehab, but you have to make them money as per your agreement. However, since you are not a criminal, the state will take their money any way they can get it."
"Therefore, if someone else is willing to step in and help you fulfill your hour's agreement as part of the `Stage One' program, then the state accepts that as payment. Therefore I have agreed to enter a state labor program for the next two and half months as an indentured servant. Social Services has found an intensive labor program for me that will give me enough hours of work to make up your demerits."
"It will clear up your record bro and you will be getting out of indentured service and the `Stage One' program on schedule. We will both be released from servitude on the same day."
"Dad's been all pissed with me because I haven't been returning his calls or email. He made me so angry by always telling me I'm irresponsible, that I didn't care about you, that I am selfish and ignorant of the law as it relates to social servants. He was just trying to make sure I was on target to help you out. But he pissed me off and I guess I took some of my frustration out on you. But just a few hours ago I let him know via email that I had joined the social service program to help you out."
"That's what's been going on bro. I would never have let you enter the Total Reform program, even if you had continued to treat me shitty because of Earl's lies. I would never have let you enter the Total Reform program, Randy, because I love you more than anything in the world. I adore you, little brother!"
As Randall sobbed in joy, held tightly in the arms of his loving older brother, there was not a happier servant boy in the state of Iowa.
And as Dean hugged and squeezed the little servant boy in his arms, there was not a happier free boy in the state of Iowa.
For his last two and a half months of indentured service Randall resided at the Cedar Rapids Social Services Center, since he could not reside at home without an overseer.
On the day of his two sons' release from service, Brian picked up Dean first from the Weslyn Community Services Center, where he was housed for his term of servitude. As Brian and Dean Drove to pick up Randall from the Cedar Rapids Center, Brian told his eldest son how proud he was of him.
When Brian and Dean, waiting in the lobby of the Social Services Center, first saw Randall as he came into the lobby as a free boy, they were startled by what they saw, but neither one of them said a thing to Randall. Randall and Dean hugged intensely. When Randall hugged his father, there were tears in the eyes of all of the Inslee males.
The father and two sons walked to the car in happy silence; Dean and Randall with their arms around each other. At the car, Brian opened the back door for his two sons.
Only when Brian had taken the driver's seat did he look into the rearview mirror and ask the question. "Randall, why didn't you have them remove your service rings? Why are you still wearing that social servant yellow jumpsuit?"
Randall looked into Dean's eyes and smiled, "Because I believe that Dean was right all along; this Stage One' program has made me a better person, Dad. I will be living with Dean as I start college. If these rings can be of help to Dean as he helps me to be an A' student, then I want them on me Dad. I think Dean should be the one to decide when they can come off. Dean knows what boys like me need to be the best that we can be!"
Dean never loved his brother more; he knew that Randall knew that the rings drove him wild with desire and now the fully obedience-ringed Randall was placing himself totally into his older brother's control. Both brothers' groins stirred in delicious ecstasy.
As they drove home, Randall placed a hand on Dean's thigh, "And I know what boys like you need, as well, bro." The brothers smiled and kissed. A tear of joy rolled down the face of their happy father, as he sighted his sons' tender love for each other in the rearview mirror.
The End
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