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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