Boys Like You

Boys Like You

Part Four

By Randall Austin

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(A Win-Win Situation)

Randall, Dean, and Earl, returned to the study and took their seats around the coffee table once again. Earl dug out the photos he wanted from his briefcase and spoke, "I have to warn you, these photos are pretty raunchy, but we're all guys, right?"

Being back in his father's study made Randy feel, this time, very awkward. The dark paneled room, with its dark leather chairs, was in strong contrast to Randall, wearing his yellow rehab jumpsuit. Earl and Dean, dressed in their young professional off-work khakis and dress shirts, along with their styled hair, also highlighted Randall's bald, jumpsuited, appearance. And Dean and Earl didn't have to move their legs in an awkward fashion, because they were not wearing leg braces.

When Randall attempted to sit down, he realized that the braces would allow his legs to bend into a sitting position only very slowly. As he sat there with Dean and Earl he no longer felt the security he felt as a talented young man when he took the very same seats with them earlier in the day. An air of depression slowly descended on Randall, and there was within him a longing to cry. Things had moved too quickly in the last hour, and he had no time to process them, to assess them, and certainly not to accept them.

Earl was oblivious to Randall's depressed state, and smiled as he passed the first photo to Dean. "Here's a few shots of our slave, Brendan, alligator clamped." When Dean saw them he gasped, "Fuckinshit man!"

Earl explained, "I know it looks horrible, but it is a totally humane form of punishment. Dean, there's a set of alligator clamps in the starter kit which Social Services gave you."

Dean fleetingly wondered whether or not he should pass the photo on to the depressed Randall, but decided that he should. When Randall saw the photo, it literally gave him a scare, and he quickly moved it a distance away from his face.

Earl spoke, "It looks bad, but it's classified as a totally humane procedure. In assessing a punishment, you always need to consider the alternatives. Let's say a couple of days down the line Randall is sulking and bitching, so you, Dean, do what the state manual suggests and you paddle his ass real good. But then say that paddling makes him more defiant, what do you do next? According to the manual you use the tawse on his arms, legs, and thighs. But you can only do so much of that before you're in danger of breaking the skin. And it can be especially hell when it's your own dear brother, a really sweet kid, like Randall."

"That's when you have to turn to `humane' alternatives; procedures which in no way physically traumatize the body. Humane procedures you could use on Randall are such things as locking him to the wall so he can't move, rinsing out his piss slit with alcohol, securing a punishment lollipop in his mouth, locking up his genitals in the chastity cage, or using alligator clamps like the ones in the photos."

Earl pointed out a clamp in the photo for Dean and Randall, and explained. "Here's how they work; you take an alligator clamp, grab a fold of the flesh from somewhere on Randy's body, say his right bicep. It's a soft clamp and will only pinch and burn if he attempts to move. This clamp has a chain that attaches to another clamp, which you then attach to, say, his right nipple. The nipple clamp is attached by a chain to another clamp, which in turn attached to another part of his body, say to his left forearm; that in turn is connected to a clamp on his left ear. Anyway, you get him all clamped up, with as many as twenty clamps, and soon he finds out that he can't move without causing himself pain. But if he remains perfectly immobile, he won't feel a thing. You then just leave him alone to stew for a couple of hours. After awhile, I guarantee it, Randall will be pleading with you to release him, and promising to behave like nobody's business."

"Even though these things look terribly uncomfortable in the picture, the fact is that as long as the slave remains immobile, he will be totally pain free. It's only if he begins to wiggle and squirm that he will feel the clamps tugging at his flesh."

"And that is why the word punishment' really can't be used for this kind of discipline. Because this is a form of servant discipline classified as enhancive'. Enhancive discipline is actually salutary, so it is, in fact, not only beneficial to the slave, but is an outright good, positive, and nurturing thing to do to a servant."

Earl saw that Dean was getting more comfortable with discipline if it was couched in positive terms, so he continued his explanation, making sure he had the attention of Randall as well. "Enhancive discipline is not, of course, a new concept. It is one form of self-disciplines common to ascetics. For example; remaining immobile and contemplating on the truth of a situation is common to many of the world's leading meditative practices."

"It really doesn't make too much difference which humane punishment options you chose for Randy; be it clamping, tethering, urethra rinsing, chastity belting, caging, mouth washing, gagging or whether or not you use one option or several at one time; the important thing is that Randall is going to be experiencing a safe, proven-effective, life enhancing, experience. And as a result, you will end up with a more pliant and malleable servant; one that is both labor efficient and eager to please. It's a win-win situation! In the end, all parties benefit, but Randy benefits the most!"

"And that is why social servitude, if it's approached in the right light and accompanied by proper directives, can be a form of self-enlightenment. Far from being a negative experience, servitude can be a positively life-enhancing experience if the servant's chief overseers are attuned to the goals and values laid out in the program, and are committed, rigorous, consistent, and fair, in the application of discipline."

"What this all comes down to, Dean and Randall, is that the firmer you are with Randall, Dean, the more you apply discipline in a consistent manner, and reinforce good behavior with plenty of praise, the more Randall will derive positive benefits from his indenturement experience."

Dean was impressed, "Gosh, thanks for explaining it to us in this way, Earl."

"No problem. It's my pleasure. That's why you asked me to be here."

For the shell-shocked Randall, Earl's explanation offered a more positive way of looking at his situation, but he was not able to think clearly at the moment about what he had just heard regarding enhancive discipline.

Earl pulled out another set of photos. "This next pile of pictures is of our slave, Reginald." As Earl put the photos in order he corrected himself, "Forgive me guys. I come from Florida, what can I say? A servant's a slave in Florida, and slave's a servant in Iowa." He laughed, but Dean and Randall did not join him.

Earl passed a photo to Dean, "Here's a picture of Reginald shaving in the bathroom."

Dean commented, "He's a handsome guy."

Earl passed out another photo, "Oh yeah! Dad only buys `good lookers'. Here's another picture of Reggie loading some furniture into a moving van." He passed out more photos and explained each. When he passed out one and said, "Here's Reggie taking a shower", Dean exclaimed, "Wow, kind of personal."

Earl was used to people new to the culture of servitude needing time to get used to seeing openly nude servants, "Remember, he's a servant. Privacy is a non-issue for him, as it is for all servants, and just as it was for Randall a little earlier when we watched him shave his body, and I cinched him. You'll both soon get used to that."

"Here is the first of his punishment photos. These are photos of a punishment he received for buying a bunch of stuff online without my permission. Here you can see him draped naked partially over my lap and partially over the couch. That tawse in my hand is the Gropius 260'. It's German made. Its business end is basically a 4 by 11 inch rectangular paddle made of a state of the art synthetic called plasti-leather'. It's totally synthetic and designed for human flesh. Even a light tap with that baby feels like the worse stroke of a large hairbrush. I'll let you borrow it!"

As Earl passed the photos to Dean and Randall he explained what they were looking at.

"Next picture you can see him twisting and yelping."

"Next picture you can see him trying to jump out of my lap."

"The hand on his back trying to hold him down in this next photo belongs to my friend, Andy, who is taking the pictures."

"In this next picture you can actually see the sheen of sweat that has formed on his back."

"Here's a good close-up of his face in agony."

"Here he is after the punishment and reclining on the fuck-table with his legs spread and pulled up to his chest. It's a good shot of his asshole."

Dean swallowed hard and let out a "Wow!"

"Here's a close-up of Reginald's face. As you can see, he hated the fact that I was taking pictures of the punishment even more than the actual punishment. But believe me, he doesn't ever go online anymore without my permission."

Dean commented, "He looks totally humiliated and defeated."

Earl smiled, "That's the point! Punishment coupled with humiliation can really help drive a lesson home, especially with straight macho boys like Reginald."

After a bit Dean wondered, "So, why did you make him get in that position, with his legs up exposing his asshole?"

Earl lowered his voice, "Well, I didn't fuck him after the punishment, if that's what you're wondering. But I put him on the table just to remind him that, if I want to, I can do whatever I want with him. It's good to remind servants of that once in a while." Earl passed out the next picture, "Here's Reggie after his punishment standing on the punishment stool in the middle of my living room with his hands in back of his head. Look at the boner on him! They usually are hard for almost an hour after a really severe ass paddling like the one he got."

Randall, who had been looking at the photos in shocked silence, stared at the picture of Reggie standing on the stool for a long time. Earl noticed, "I keep them on the punishment stool for about an hour after a discipline session. If their boners aren't down by then, they stay on the stool until they do go down."

Earl passed out another photo, "Here, take a look at this. This is a photo of a UPSS delivery guy standing next to Reggie on the punishment stool. Look at the smile on the face of the delivery guy. He wanted me to take a few shots of him with the naked slave for his friends, so I obliged him." Earl passed out the rest of the series of photos as Dean and Randall reviewed them in silence.

When the last of the photos was examined, silence continued as Dean nodded his head as if to say, "Quite a set of photos!" He affirmed what he meant once he had collected himself, "Very informative. Thanks a lot, Earl."

Dean turned to Randall, "What did you think, Randy?"

Randy nodded his head in a slow no' as if to express disgust and say, Don't ask me'.

Earl opined, "I bet they're making Randy think that it just might be a good idea to start obeying!"

Dean and Earl nodded and smiled at each other. Dean spoke, "Earl, I want to thank you for spending time with Randy and me today. You have been really helpful, and I know that your presence here has really helped to make this day a lot less stressful for Randy and me."

Dean turned towards Randall, "I need to chat with Earl for just a bit in private. So, Randy, I'd like you to go up to your room now and start packing everything away in boxes. Start by folding all of the clothes hanging in your closest and sorting them into piles on the bed. Eventually everything in your room has to be boxed and stored away: your clothes, books, electronic equipment, your pictures, photos, posters on the wall, all of your shoes, everything. You can pack your things in any way you want, so you will know where to find them when you're released from indenturement. The only things you are not to store away are your violin and music. You will continue to practice your violin for at least 90 minutes each evening. Also, put all of your hair grooming products and cologne in my room. You won't be needing any of your hair products, and I will be the one deciding on whether or not I want you scented as you do your chores."

The order to pack all of his things away made Randall very angry and defiant and filled him with disgust for his brother. But he voiced no objection, as he was happy to be able to get away from both Dean and Earl.

As Randall hobbled out of the room both Dean and Earl kept their eyes on him. Earl wished he had such a young, handsome, jumpsuited, morsel among his own servants. Not that the servants he controlled were in any way lacking. After all, his father only purchased `good lookers'. But as with so many of life's pleasures, for many people, the more one has, the more one wants. When Randall was out of sight, Earl commented, "He looks good in that jumpsuit."

Dean answered, "Randall has always looked good in whatever he wears. I'm not surprised he looks good in a yellow servant jumpsuit."

Earl tapped Dean on the arm, "You have to admit, though, it sure was satisfying seeing him get tamed down."

Dean answered, "It was. I was surprised that I found it so satisfying. But I'm worried about him. He seems so down."

Earl put his hand on Dean's shoulder, "It's never easy, buddy. Especially, the first couple of days. But you'll both ease into it within a few days. You need to know that so you can stand really firm at this period of Randall's life so that you can give him the help he needs. And you're only going to help your brother if you follow, strictly, the guidelines Social Services laid out for you. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

Dean nodded, "I think I can do it. Your forthrightness here today has really helped both Randall and me get a good handle on this whole business of servitude. I can't thank you enough."

"No need to, Dean. It was my pleasure."

Dean shuffled, "What I wanted to ask you in private was about something you said about Reginald. On that table after his paddling with his legs spread and pulled to his chest... umm, you said you wanted to remind him that you could do anything to him you wanted."

Earl understood Dean's unspoken question and smiled. "Make sure that you read Social Services pamphlet #4480. #4480 spells out in clear terms what a `social servant' is, and an owner's or overseer's rights and responsibilities. I'm sure there's a copy of it in the supplies Social Services gave you. If not, go to their website and get it online. It will make it clear to you that social servants do have full protection under the law. But they are servants and they are property. Basically, you cannot unduly punish a servant. But a servant cannot take offense at any non-violent action. So if you should ever swear at it, call it names, put your hands on it to guide it, touch it in any way you want, those actions are no different than if you had sworn or touched, say, your refrigerator."

"Pamphlet 4480 explains that humiliation is not regarded as punishment, thus it can never be regarded as undue. A little humiliation never hurt a servant, and most often it does a lot of good. Reginald and I are actually very good friends. We play chess almost every day. But he knows his place because I keep him under tight reign, but in a manner that is fair. He knows his boundaries and stays where he belongs because he knows what happens if he doesn't. Under the guidelines spelled out in Social Services publication number 4480 servants are property first and foremost. It doesn't mean we don't treat them with the respect due a human being; it only means that we are allowed to treat their servant status objectively."

"And regarding indentured siblings; to preserve the required objective approach in dealing with them, all matters of blood relationship are wiped out, legally, once one becomes indentured. Thus, if someone is indentured and his parents die, all of his inheritance would then be divided among his siblings. He would be entitled to nothing. Randall is a servant first and your blood relationship is no longer of any consequence."

"To give you some idea of how entrenched this notion is, let me give you an example. In the conservative South, if a male has sexual relations with an indentured sister, it is not classified as `incest'. In some states such an act would still be considered a crime, but it is not classified as incest. Of course things are a little more levelheaded here in the Mid-West. But even here in little old Iowa, a servant is meant first and foremost to serve, is expected to serve, and is legally bound to serve in whatever way you request."

Dean nodded, pleased to hear that the general guidelines on the status of servants and on the handling of social servants seemed reasonable and made sense to him.

Earl continued, "Certain categories of servants have more limitations. The self-indentured can specify what kind and degree of servitude they want. But someone in the rehabilitative indenturement program, like Randall, is your basic, `bottom-of-the-rung' social servant with no strings attached."

Dean took everything in that Earl said with great interest. He felt that his bond of friendship with Earl had been strengthened today, and so he had no hesitation in placing his hand affectionately on Earl's shoulder. "Thanks for everything."

Earl felt the same way and gave Dean a hug. As Dean led Earl down the hallway towards the kitchen, in route to the house's garage exit, Earl spoke. "Don't hesitate to call me with any questions that arise."

Dean was grateful, "I'm sure I'll be phoning you a lot in the days ahead. Thank you so much for the offer."

As they passed the utility room they heard a loud clinking sound; a sound like metal striking metal. Dean stopped in his tracks, "Did I hear something? I don't have the washing machine running."

Dean entered the utility room followed by Earl. Sitting on a stool with his left leg up on his right lap was Randall. His jumpsuit had been pulled up passed the knee, and Randall was striking at the knee setting's control lock on his leg braces with a pair of pliers.

Earl was first to exclaim, "What the fuck?"

Dean shouted, "Randall!" Randall quickly put his leg down and pulled his jumpsuit back down over his leg.

"Social Services is only loaning us these supplies. Do you know how much that pair of control braces costs? Over $500!"

Randall was scared, and like a truly frightened child his face displayed fear as he tried to explain himself, "Dean, I don't know what happened."

Dean, extremely angry, roared, "Shut up, you fucking little shit! I've been trying to make this whole thing as easy as possible for you. And all you can give me is your usual willful behavior. I've had quite enough!" Randall, worried, backed further away from Dean.

Dean paused a bit but his anger did not abate, so he continued venting, "This kind of behavior is the reason you're in this program, hotshot! It's the reason you're wearing that yellow jumpsuit! Take a look in the mirror and examine yourself, Baldie! Face the music! You're a braced, collared, cinched, and shaved, social servant in a yellow jumpsuit!"

Dean shook his head in disgust and continued, "This little action of yours is so typical of you. Mom and Dad have given you any and everything you ever wanted, but when they would asked you for a little something in return, some concession on your part, if it wasn't to your liking, then there was no way you'd give an inch. Same thing here today; I sign myself up as your chief overseer so you can stay at home, I bring Earl here so you can avoid the stress of going out to the processing center, I lay the plan out for you clearly, and let you know you've got my 100% total support, and then you, the first moment you're out of my sight, go and try to destroy state property!"

Dean walked up to Randall, who cringed, and put his face next to that of his brother, "Let me tell you something Randy; this attitude of yours isn't going to fly anymore! Not anymore. Not with me in charge!"

"When I think about what you were doing, I realize how pathetic you really are; there you were whacking away at something that didn't belong to you, just like some punk breaking stuff for the fun of it. But Randy, you need to face something, work-boy; you're no longer a pouffed up, hotshot, free boy! No sir! You are an indentured servant who has to do whatever I say. You have no choice in the matter but to obey my every order, exactly as I say! And I say you're due for a major ass whipping!"

Randall was once again terrified of his brother, as he had not been since the last time his brother assaulted him while drunk, over four years ago. He started to cry in fear, "Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean lowered his voice, confident in his disapproval of his brother's behavior, "I bet you are! But it's too late now for you to get out of what you have coming. I've already given you a second chance."

Earl was glad to see Dean getting firm, and thought that some encouragement from him could help fortify Dean's determination. "That's the way, Dean. You are on the right course, so just do what you have to do. And remember; don't think for one moment that the punishment you are about to give your brother is in any way a bad thing, a wrong thing, or a less than good thing. In fact, it is the opposite. Such a punishment session, if you deliver it with determination and whole-hearted conviction, will be a totally life-enhancing, life-enriching, experience for Randy. You need to stand firm in your conviction, accept that special `pride of control' feeling that goes along with dedicated overseership, and know that what you are doing is an act of pure brotherly love!"

"Go ahead, Dean, and do what you have to do, and keep your eyes on what will be the payoff of this discipline session; you will end up with a more pliant and malleable Randy; as well as a Randy that will be on the way to becoming labor efficient and eager to please. Again, it's a win-win situation! In the end, everyone benefits. But it is Randy who will benefit most of all!"

To Be Continued...

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