Traditional Values
By Randall Austin
PART ELEVEN
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Doctor Conrad was a friend of the Martin Forestman family ever since Bradley was about 10 years old. He had a large and successful clinic, which also provided training opportunities for medical professionals in conjunction with the state college extension services.
At the check-in desk Mrs. Borman greeted Martin and his three boys on a first name basis. She looked at the appointment record, scratched her head, and attractive Nurse Jenkins (whose bra, which was visible through her white dress uniform, was being eyed by Quince and Alban) explained to her that Alban and Quince, who were not social servants, were getting examined at the social servant rate along with their brother Bradley. Mrs. Borman understood, and looked at Bradley in his green fatigues and asked him how he was doing. When Bradley smiled and said he was okay, Mrs. Borman told him he was looking good.
Nurse Jenkins said. "If you four gentlemen would follow me into the social servant examining room, our medic team will be with you shortly." Quince asked. "I thought we were being examined by Doctor Conrad, Dad." Overhearing, Nurse Jenkins explained. "Dr. Conrad is considered as the lead examiner. He will review the final test results and then submit his evaluation. But he will not be involved in the actual physical exam."
Alban wondered. "Dad, why are you coming with us?" Nurse Jenkins again jumped in with an answer. "Since Bradley is a social servant, an owner or designated overseer must be present for the exam."
When Nurse Jenkins opened the door to the social servants' exam room, the three Forestman boys were unprepared for what they saw. Standing by a lineup of gurneys were four naked male social servants and two naked female social servants. Standing next to each one of them was their clothed overseer. Mrs. Jenkins looked at her watch and told the Forestman boys to hurry and strip, since the examining team would be arriving shortly.
Bradley had no problem unbuttoning his fatigues, and taking them off. When it was off, he took his sandals off. When he stood up he noticed that all of the other social servants were collared, hobbled with training paddles, and infibulated the same way he was. He, for once, didn't feel weird. He noticed the three male and the three female overseers all looking at him and smiling, and he smiled back.
Bradley then noticed that Alban and Quince were still balking about stripping. Martin encouraged his free sons. "You heard Nurse Jenkins, so hurry it up and get your clothes off."
Alban had never been present in another room with a naked woman in his life. And now there were two very attractive totally nude and totally pubic shaved young girls in the room. He tried thinking about being locked in his room while the house burned down, but he couldn't focus. There were actually a bunch of attractive naked boys and girls in the room with him, and he wanted to look at them.
Quince managed to strip, and stand with some dignity, letting his hands cover his genitals, as did most of the other slaves in the room.
When Alban was naked he rushed in back of Quince and folded his hands over his genitals. He could not help that he was erect and concrete hard with his cock tight against his belly. As he struggled to think of what to do, the doors of the examining room opened and in walked three male and two female medical examiners. The lead, Doctor Browning, told all of the social servants to come and stand in a row, each in front of a gurney. All of the social servants did it, even Bradley, but Quince stayed where he was, with Alban in back of him.
One of the male orderlies walked over to Quince and Alban and grabbed each one of them by an ear and pulled them to the lineup. Quince shouted. "Hey, I'm not a social servant!" A couple of the medics and social servants laughed, as Doctor Browning explained. "For the purposes of this exam you are both social servants. So get in line and just do as you're told!" As Alban was being pulled his hands flailed to balance himself, and everyone could see his waggling hardon. Once in the lineup, trying to cover his stiffy with his hands and arms, Alban could not help cry in humiliation.
All of the servants were shaved, except Quince and Alban, so a female nurse came with clippers and buzzed all of their groin hair off, then had them hop on the gurney and shaved them. When they were finally denuded and back in the lineup, Quince was as hard as Alban. The two female servants were eyeing them and smiling at each other.
As the exam progressed, Bradley observed the other male social servants, all around his age, and collared, hobbled, and cocklocked just the way he was. At first he thought that they were stoic for being so calm. But as he eyed them more closely he realized that they were, in fact, simply content; there was nothing for them to be stoic about, since they didn't seem in any way unhappy with the situation or not at peace. It gave Bradley a strange and strong feeling of comfort. Maybe being a social servant wasn't so bad after all.
During the exam Martin had gathered with the other overseers and was quietly chatting. He was happy to see Bradley looking calm. And he was pleased to have a chance to see his two youngest boys in the nude after so many years. Alban's prick was the thinnest, but quite long for a boy his age. Quince's dick was fat, like an athlete's. Martin was proud that he had sired three such good-looking sons, with nice bodies and nice dicks. They were the best looking of all the males in the room. Martin also enjoyed watching the two female servants get thoroughly examined, though he tried to act like the other overseers in the room; that it was no big deal being around naked social servants, the same way it's no big deal being around naked babies. No big deal at all.
Because Alban couldn't get his erection down to get a urine sample, one of the orderlies guided him to an area shielded by a screen, handed him a small flask, and told him that if he didn't have it full of urine within five minutes, he'd get a paddling. There was some quiet laughter. As mortified as he was at the total assault on his dignity, Alban quickly jerked off as quietly as he could behind the screen, let his cock deflate, and then pissed in the flask. When he came back out minutes later, covered in sweat, holding his pee-filled flask while trying to cover his tackle, there was open laughter at the humiliated teen. A spike-haired orderly whispered in Alban's ear. "How long will it be before you get another stiffy?" Alban's face flushed, the orderly smiled.
When the group physicals were over a few of the examinees needed special procedures, and were taken off to private rooms. An orderly came for Quince and took him off, and the spike-haired orderly led Alban off to another room. The orderly told Alban to lean over the examining table, as he gathered what he needed. When he had his supplies and got in back of Alban he said. "Nice little ass you got on you, homo boy!" When he started sticking a lubed tube up his ass, Alban jumped. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Just giving you an enema. That's all." As he worked the tube in, he said. "I love your perky nipples. How do they get that way? Is it because you servant boys suck each other's tits off all night long in your pens out of boredom?" Alban was indignant. "I'm not a servant!" The orderly let the water flow into Alban's bowels. "Okay dude, whatever."
When Alban felt discomfort in his bowels, he asked, "Why am I getting an enema?" The spike-haired orderly, having checked the record and realizing that Alban was in fact not a social servant, and that his behavior was therefore inappropriate towards a free person, and especially a minor, tried to compensate by being overly civil. "I really don't know. It's usual for an enema to be given to social servants about to go through special procedures. But why you are getting one, I do not know; probably Doctor Browning thought you were a bit constipated."
The spike-haired orderly led Alban to a toilet, and watched him empty himself out. He thought it best to apologize before Alban reported him. "Hey dude, I'm really sorry for the way I talked to you. I thought you were a social servant. We usually don't examine free boys in that room." He found himself attracted to Alban, and was looking forward to washing his buttocks and ass crack when Alban finished his business.
Alban was again led over to the exam table and asked to lean over it. As the spike-haired orderly washed Alban's bottom, he delighted in watching Alban's cock twitch and grow, even as his own cock did the same. Thoughts of illicit sexual assault on his person were nowhere to be found in Alban's brain. His behind was tingling in a million spots as the orderly's fingers deftly washed, soaped, rewashed, and rinsed, his tender behind area. As he thought of the cute spiky-haired kid washing his behind, he wished he had spiked his own hair before leaving the house today.
The orderly toweled off Alban's behind with great care, and dried the legs and inner thighs as well. Alban was in heaven, and was so lost in smiles that he didn't care that he had an erection. He just didn't want spike-boy to stop.
The door opened and in walked an attractive nurse, in her early twenties. "Saul, I'll take over here. You're needed in room 12." Spike-boy Saul thanked Nurse Anne, and told her he had just finished drying Alban off. Saul exited; Anne reached for the baby powder, and stood in back of Alban and started sprinkling his behind with the powder. Alban could not believe what was going on, but let it. Anne rubbed the powder in with her fingers, then stood Alban up and turned him around. Alban did not fight it. She sprinkled powder in her hands and rubbed into Alban's front legs, inner thighs, balls, and cock. She then did what Alban thought was a most amazing thing; she grabbed Alban's cock firmly with her right hand, and pulled him by his cock to the door, opened the door, and led him out into the hallway by his cock.
Alban was dazed. Other medical workers saw her leading him by his cock and made no big deal out of it. What was going on? She was leading him to the reception area! She came to the front desk leading Alban by his hard cock. The reception room was full of people. Even though Anne and Alban were behind the desk, quite a few people in the reception area could see the naked Alban. Some children seated with their parents broke free and ran up to the desk to get a closer look at the naked boy. Anne asked Mrs. Borman if Alban was going to `transport'. Mrs. Borman looked back at Anne and saw the naked young Forestman boy being held by his cock, "Oh my gosh! Anne, Alban is not a social servant!"
Anne was horrified and embarrassed. "Oh no!" She quickly let go of Alban's cock, and pushed him back into the back corridor. "I'm sooooo sorry, Alban! I didn't know." She led the naked and powdered Alban back into the social servant examining room, where the remaining servants were getting dressed. Soon a red faced Quince entered the room, and the orderly told him he could get dressed. As Quince and Alban were finishing getting dressed, Nurse Jenkins entered, pulling Bradley by his cock. She did not let go of it as she faced him and said. "Okay Bradley, you can get dressed now." She let go of his cock and exited. Quince whispered. "Did you see that Alban?" Alban explained that it was common practice for social servants to be led about by their pricks.
The Forestman boys got dressed and had to wait in the reception area for a short while until their father collected the medical reports and other materials.
When Martin finally joined his sons with the materials, he looked at his watch and said, "It's still a little early, let's do some grocery shopping!"
Perhaps to emphasize after the physical that they were of a different status from Bradley, both Alban and Quince were in a somewhat superior mood. As they walked through the grocery store with Bradley pushing the shopping cart, Quince at one point had Bradley run back to an aisle they already had been through and had him fetch something they had forgotten. And when Alban saw some kids his age coming down an aisle he took pride in the fact that he didn't have to bend down and store a case of bottled water in the bottom of the shopping cart, but that he had a family slave to do it. When the kids passed Alban he smiled at them, and they smiled back in return, probably thinking the Forestman family was wealthy because they had a slave in tote.
Bradley was uncomfortable the entire time he was in the store because he feared running into someone he knew, and he was still, inside, trying to hide his situation from the world. But the only folks he did end up meeting in the store whom he knew were most of the clerks at the checkout counters and the bag boys. And they were all polite. When Marge asked what was up, Bradley said in a clear voice that could be heard to all of the clerks. "I'm doing this for a couple of years to help out the family." Quince and Alban didn't really like that answer. And when then Gary, the head checkout clerk, said. "You always seemed like the nicest guy I ever met, and this proves it.", Alban was really unhappy. Now Bradley, a social servant, was looking like a hero, and Alban feared that everyone would think he was taking advantage of his brother.
They pulled into a checkout line manned by Greg, a new clerk they did not know, but with a bag boy, Ralston, that Bradley knew. The store was busy, and soon there was a group of people with groceries gathered in line in back of the Forestman family. When Bradley said hello to Ralston and Ralston immediately started a friendly chat with Bradley, Alban knew that this was the time for him to assert his authority. "Brad, get over there and help the bag boy." Bradley, annoyed, but still in conversation with Ralston, moved closer to him, and they continued talking as Ralston packed the groceries into bags. Alban was firm. "Do I have to come over there and unbutton your bottom flap for you?" Bradley started putting some of the groceries into Ralston's bag, but Alban stopped him. "No, No! Get a bag of your own. Start a new bag!"
The folks in line in back of the Forestman's had stopped their chatting among themselves and were now silent and watching the social servant being told what to do by his young overseer. Having attention drawn to the social servant, who was now red in the face and looking very humiliated, everyone noted that he was a very handsome social servant. The females were all happy to have had their attention drawn to him, and the males in the line all paused to give thought to their free status, and take a good look at that kid being made to help the bag boy. He may be better looking than they were, but at least they didn't have to get bossed around by some young punk overseer.
When the Forestman's were checked out, they walked out to the car with Bradley pushing the shopping cart full of their groceries. Martin stopped in the parking area to chat with someone he knew, and the boys made their way to the family car. Alban chided Bradley. "Move that cart a little faster, or do I have to pull you by your dick to get you to move up to speed?" Quince and Alban exchanged devilish smiles. When they reached the car, Quince unlocked the back door for Bradley, and Quince and Alban both stood with folded arms and watched Bradley load the groceries into the car. They both made a point of smiling and waving at people who passed them in the parking lot, to draw attention to themselves. They wanted everyone to see that they were nice free boys who had a social servant. When the groceries were loaded Quince closed the back door and said. "Attaboy! Take the cart back."
The three freshly physicaled Forestman boys, declared to be in good health by Doctor Conrad, all got into the family car. Martin looked at them seated in his car, and was proud of them. All young and in good health. He got into the driver's seat, and thought the same thought he always thought when he drove his car while it was occupied by any of his family members, `precious cargo on board'.
Dad took an unusual route. When asked where he was going Martin explained that he had to stop at Social Services to pick up some items for Bradley. They pulled into a drive that went underneath the county Social Services building. It was an entrance Bradley and his dad had never used before. Martin pulled his car up to a sign marked "Station 3" and told Bradley to get out of the car. As Bradley made his way out of the car Quince and Alban gave each other a wicked smile, and Quince asked. "I wonder what they're going to do to him now?" Alban laughed. "Maybe they're going to drill a hole in his nose and put one of those fancy slave nose rings on him." Bradley heard both of his brothers laughing at him as he got out of the car. Martin came over and stood next to Bradley on the loading curb and four officers walked over to him, and Martin told them. "It's the two boys in the car."
With no ceremony a tall officer went to the door next to where Quince was seated and pulled him out of the car by force. He screamed. "Dad!" As a terrified Alban tried to cringe himself away. But an officer was opening his door on the other side of the car and pulled him out of the car with little effort. Both boys were screaming. "Dad! Dad!" Until one of the officers came up to them with a huge and frightening looking paddle. "We don't like to hear little girls screaming and making noise around here, so shut up!" As the two officers held the boys, another officer came up to each boy and started unbuttoning their shirts, undoing their belts, and unbuttoning and unzipping their trousers. The boys were horrified into silence.
Martin went up to them. "Don't you boys worry. Everything is going to be okay. In fact, everything is going to be super okay. You just watch and see. I'm going to be back here at..." Martin stopped to wonder and then asked one of the officers. "How long was I told it would take to get them processed and celled?" The tall officer answered. "It takes about five hours, so if you came back anytime after 6 pm today you could visit with them."
Martin turned back to his trembling, frightened, unzipped, and unbuttoned, sons. "I'll be back this evening then, and I'll have some very good news for you then. Remember, your mother, Flora, Bradley, and I, all love you very much!" With that the officers pulled the boys into the processing building. As they struggled and kicked their feet their trousers fell to their ankles. Quince, wearing no underwear, futilely tried to cover his penis as they dragged him and his brothers into the bowels of the County Social Services building.
One of the officers handed Martin a clipboard with some forms to fill out and sign. As Martin signed them, Bradley watched, through the glass doors, his brothers being stripped of their clothing. Once stripped, officers attached giant neck braces to both Alban and Quince, which held their heads up in unnaturally high positions. Large cuffs were then put on their wrists and upper legs, and each wrist cuff was then locked to the leg cuff. A leash was attached to their neck braces, and officers then led the brothers by their leashes through doors marked, `NO ADMITTANCE! AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'.
As Martin filled out the forms the officer said to him. "You sure have a fine looking bunch of sons." Martin replied without pausing from his writing. "Thank you, officer. I love them all dearly."
The officer offered support, which it appeared Martin did not necessarily seem to need at this point. "Now don't you worry about your boys. When you or their owner picks them up in three weeks, they are going to be even more precious than I'm sure they already are to you. A well-behaved boy is a beautiful thing, and that's what we do here. We turn boys into well-behaved gentleman. We turn them into beautiful `obeyer boys', boys you can take pride in knowing that they will not only perform up to standard at all times, but will do so with a courteous and gentlemanly attitude, an alluring smile, and a sure aim to please."
Martin and Bradley got back into their car and drove home. Bradley felt such a swirl of relief that it overtook any desire to know immediately what was going on. As they drove out of the basement delivery area into the sunlight, Martin put his hand on his son's leg. "I love you Bradley! I am so proud of my three social servant boys. Let's get these groceries home, relax in the back yard, and then tonight after supper you and I can pay a visit to your brothers!"