Traditional Values

By Randall Austin

PART FOUR

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The family reconvened out at the backyard lawn chairs

to discuss their strategy.  As they were taking their

seats, Quince was pleased, "I think it went well Dad."

Dad nodded in agreement, "Hopefully that was the worst

of it."

Alban too was catching on to his new role, "I think he

took it as well as could be expected."  Martin thought

it was rather presumptuous of his youngest son to

assess his oldest brother as if he were a seasoned

trainer, but Steven encouraged it, "That's good to see

all of you taking an active role now in Bradley's

training.  Believe me, it has to continue this way.

I'd recommend Martin that you assign specific duties

to each of your family members in terms of monitoring

Bradley, as the ‘Guidelines’ booklet spells out.

Perhaps you could have Quince review his chore list

each day and make sure everything is done properly,

Alban could be his grooming and bathroom monitor,

Barbara could daily review chapters of the training

manual with him, and you, Martin, maintain an active

role as his chief disciplinarian, although in a few

days Quince, and maybe even Alban, can take over some

of those duties.

The family lightened into the discussion of control of

the family social servant a bit more easily now, and

Steven was pleased that they had come so far in just

one afternoon.  At one point in the conversation Alban

excused himself to get a drink, and asked everyone if

they would like something to drink.  He took their orders

and went into the house.

A few moments later Alban came out to where the lawn

discussion was taking place without any drinks in his

hand.  "Dad, Bradley's taking a shower!"  Steven

wondered, "Who in the hell said he could take a

shower?"  Alban answered, "That's what I would like to

know!"  Steve asked if Bradley had finished washing

the dishes and Alban said that he had.  Steven told

everyone that this was precisely the kind of thing

that needs to addressed; Bradley doing things without

permission; "We need to go in there right now and

confront him.  Barbara, I think you should stay out

here, we'll take care of this!"

Martin, Steven, and the two free sons marched into the

house.  They opened the bathroom door, and Quince

pulled opened the shower curtain.  Bradley shouted,

"Hey, what's going on?"  His dad ordered, "Get out of

that shower, young man!"  Bradley, with his back to

his family, didn't know what to do.  Martin raised his

voice; "I said get out of that shower right now!"

Bradley turned the water off, covered his privates

with his hands, and stepped out of the shower, awkward

and worried.  His dad grabbed onto his arm as he

stepped out, causing Bradley to bump the tub with his

ankle hobbles and almost trip.  Bradley let out a

hushed but sibilant "shit!"  Martin grabbed both of

Bradley's shoulders and gave him a fierce shaking,

"What were you just told about swearing?"  When there

was no answer he slapped his son across the face.

Bradley screamed and cried, "I'm sorry Dad.  I'm

sorry!  It just came out!"  Everyone was shocked at

Martin's unexpected violent action, but no one was

more shocked than Martin himself.  Bradley kept one

hand over his privates, and the other hand he used to

wipe tears from his eyes.

Dad and his two free sons and Steven watched Bradley

cry a bit, and when dad had calmed down he said, "All

that we are here to tell you son, is that from now on

you have to ask permission to do things.  You are not

a free boy now.  We just want you doing things the way

you are supposed to do them so that when you are sold

you can settle in more easily into your new

lifestyle."

"Now you can finish taking your shower, but in the

future you will have to ask Alban if you can shower or

bathe, since I am putting him in charge of your

grooming and bathroom activities.  If he's not here,

then you can ask any one of us for permission to

bathe.  Okay, I guess that's all.  Alban, is there

anything you want to say to your brother before we

leave?"

"Yes.  From now on when you are using the bathroom I

want you to leave the bathroom door open at all times.

It will just make monitoring you a little easier.

And also, from now on you are to style your hair with

crème or pomade instead of the gel you always use.  I

think a higher shine will make you look better.  And

that's starting right now!"

Steven was pleased and addressed Martin, "That is

exactly the kind of detail you will want to consider

when you take Bradley out to interviews.  That kind of

‘product enhancement’, as they call it, could allow

you to set and get a higher price on Bradley.  Good

work, Alban!"  Dad, also pleased, smiled and nodded at

Alban. 

Steven continued on the same track, "Martin, whatever

you do, before you take Bradley to any interviews,

make sure you review the pamphlet you were given by

Social Services titled, ‘Marketing and Presentation’.

It is full of just such ideas to help cinch the sale.

Such things as proper grooming go without saying, but

it suggests a wide range of other body enhancing

procedures as well, such as lightly scenting his neck,

nipples, and scrotum; the use of rouge on his cheeks,

lips, nipples, and glans; a good buttocks spanking

just before entering the showroom to give the

traditional social servant ‘glow’ to that part of the

anatomy; arm bands and leg bands and tasteful jewelry;

a genital cinch to make him look like he's well hung;

and apparently butt plugs with stylized tails hanging

out of them are quite popular in the showrooms these

days."

Martin shook his head approvingly as he took it all

in, as Bradley stood shivering from the cold.

Steven noticed, "Okay, we better let Bradley finish

his shower before he catches a cold."  Then as they

all started to leave Steven looked at everyone

approvingly. "I think we are making progress here."

Martin started out the door, and stopped, "Bradley,

when you are finished I would like you to join us out

in the back yard!"  As everyone filed out of the

bathroom Steven, the last one out, was about to close

the bathroom door, but then recalled Alban's request.

The four of them then headed to the kitchen to get

drinks, and from there they rejoined Barbara in the

back yard.

The Forestman family, minus Bradley, and with Uncle

Steven, was quite pleased with the progress they were

making in taking control of the new social servant in

their household.  As they sat and drank their iced

drinks in the early evening there was a feeling,

finally, that the right thing had been done.  They

were in the money again, Bradley was controllable, and

they were all committed to making sure he was

comfortable in his new role.

About half an hour after he had been allowed to resume

his shower, Bradley came out, as instructed, and

joined his family.  He had obviously dawdled while

showering, but the family decided to make nothing of

it.  He approached the family wearing his bathrobe,

pulled up a lawn chair, and sat down in it.

Steven shook his head at Martin to indicate there was

a problem.  Martin asked what the problem was, and

Steven leaned over and whispered in Martin's ear, "The

bathrobe.  Who gave him permission to wear the

bathrobe?  He has to learn to ask!  He needs to be

punished by being sent to bed right now.  This needs

to be done.  It should be smooth sailing from now on

if you're firm with him on this issue."

When the rest of the family saw Martin and Steven

whispering they knew something was up.  Alban and

Quince were prepared to be brotherly friendly with

Bradley, but now they could see that brother Bradley

was obviously not behaving the way a social servant

brother should be, and they both immediately decided

to not engage Bradley in any friendly banter.  Bradley

knew he was in trouble.

Martin took over, "Bradley, who gave you permission to

put on the bathrobe?"

"No one, but because of my ankle cuffs this is the

only thing I got that I can wear besides the fatigues,

and the fatigues are uncomfortable Dad."

"Son, that's the kind of thing you have to ask

permission for.  You are always to wear the fatigues.

Anything else you need to ask permission for."

"I didn't know that Dad."

"That's okay Bradley.  But we need to impress upon you

that this is serious business.  Therefore, we are

going to go by the book, so to speak, and the state

guidelines indicate that an early bedtime is not out

of line for this offense.  It's a sort of punishment

called ‘enforcement’ discipline, and it is used in

situations where a reminder of proper behavior is

needed.  So go to your room right now, and we'll be in

shortly to get you secured and diapered."

Bradley was super pissed at this point, but he didn't

particularly want to be around his family, so he left

in a huff.  But he already knew better than to swear.

Steven noted that fact once Bradley was out of

earshot, "Notice how he didn't swear, yet he wanted

to.  See, he's learning!"  Steven beamed, as Alban and

Quince nodded in agreement.

Steven then filled in the family new to the culture of

social servants on what was about to take place and

why. "All of you, especially you two, Alban and

Quince, need to understand what's going to happen now.

What your dad and I, with your help, are about to do

now is secure Bradley to his bed.  It may at first

seem a little harsh to you, but in reality it is a way

of sending him a strong message about his need to

behave so that we do not have to resort to painful

methods of discipline.  So what we are about to do is,

in fact, a kindness.  Chaining him down to his bed

will help him see that he has to behave if he wants to

be treated with respect.  He is no longer a free boy

like you two.  The sooner we can all help him

understand and accept that, the better off he will

be."

Martin had his boys get the large box of supplies

which the agents at the processing center gave him.

When they looked inside, they didn't know what any of

the stuff was for, but Steven said this would be an

excellent chance for him to show everyone what all the

various devices were for.

Martin and Steven entered Bradley's room, and they

were followed by the two free boys carrying the large

box of control devices.  Bradley recognized the box

they were carrying and gulped.  Steven took control,

"Bradley, we need you to get that robe off, and get

totally naked.  Alban, go and get some baby oil and

baby powder."  Alban left and Bradley turned his back

to everyone and removed his robe.

Steven pulled Bradley's bed away from the wall and

made some adjustments to the mattress position. Alban

came back with the baby products and Steven ordered

Bradley to lie on the bed, on his back.  He did so,

kept his eyes closed, and his hands over his genitals.

Steven then went into the box of control devices and

threw a whole pile of things on the bed.  He help up

two lengths of chains with clips on one end and

hooking devices on the other.  "These are the chains

that secure Bradley's ankle cuffs to the bed.  This

clip snaps and locks on to the eyebolt in his cuff,

and the other end can be made to circle around any

portion of the bed leg and then be locked into one of

the chain links."  He quickly chained Bradley's two

ankles down to the bed legs.  Just from the sound of

the clanking in the otherwise silent room, one could

tell the chains were heavy and the locks were strong.

Alban and Quince watched wide-eyed their brother got

chained down.  Alban's mouth was slightly open.

Steven then took a broad three inch wide canvas strap

and through it across Bradley's chest.  He stooped

down and joined the two ends of under the bed into a

connector loop.  He pulled it till it was taut against

Bradley's chest, the top edge running along just below

Bradley's nipples.  "This chest strap is in a catch

and is expandable by a couple of inches.  Even though

I am securing Bradley down in a very thorough manner,

he will still be able to turn half ways and  sleep on

either one of his sides if he wishes to change

position.  These control devices are very humane."

Bradley's face scrunched up for a moment like he was

going to cry.

Steven then took a pair of wrist cuffs with attached

chains and locked them on Bradley's wrists.  The ends

he locked to the bed frame.  Steven stood up and

looked down at Bradley, "The wrist chains allow for a

fair amount of hand and arm movement.  For example,

he'll be able to swat away a mosquito from his face if

he needs to."  Steven's smile indicated he was

attentive to Bradley's potential needs.

When Steven went to dig through the box of control

devices, and Bradley realized they weren't through

with him yet, he could not hold back his crying any

longer.  Martin comforted him, "Easy there, son.  I

just want you to know that we're with you!"

Steven came back to the bed carrying two strange

looking clamps attached to light caliper chains.  A

three inch rectangular piece of lightweight metal had

three small screws attached to it.  Steven sat on the

bed and attached the metal piece to each of Bradley's

ears.  Each plate was attached to the length of the

ears by three screws.  Steven tightened each screw

just until Bradley winced in discomfort, then he would

release the screw just a bit.  From each plate was

attached a lightweight chain.  When the plates were

secure to Bradley's ears, he attached the chains to

the side of the bed nearest each ear.  As the family

all closed in to watch Bradley get ear clamped,

Bradley finally broke down crying.

Steven offered comfort, "Now, now, Bradley.  Don't you

worry!  You still have plenty of freedom of movement

even with the ear clamps on.  I've left plenty of free

play."

Bradley shouted an angry, "Fuck you, you bastard!"

Through his crying.  Steven pulled Martin aside and

they spoke in whispers.  After a brief exchange Steven

went to the big box of control devices and took out

two thumb/toe screws.  He went to Bradley's cuffed and

chained down feet and attached a thumb/toe turnscrew

to each big toe.  Bradley stopped crying and looked

terrified.  Martin spoke, "Listen, Bradley, dearest.

Even though Uncle Steven is the one who is going to

tighten the toe screws, this is not anything personal.

We are just trying to help you learn that you can't

talk that way to free men."  He nodded to Steven and then

Steven started tightening the toe screws.  Bradley

yelped in pain.  When both screws were tightened to

Steven's satisfaction he stood up and folded his arms,

and watched Bradley cry, scream, and struggle against

his restraints.

Alban and Quince also folded their arms and watched

their brother writhe in agony.  Steven whispered in

Martin's ear that this was all for the best.

Bradley moaned, "Please Dad.  They hurt like hell.

You'll injure my toe.  Please Dad!  I love you!  Don't

hurt me!"

Dad rubbed his hand over his mouth, but Steven

whispered assurances to him that this was not as major

a deal as it seems, but that it would help Bradley in

important ways.

Alban was fascinated with Bradley's hip's thrusting to

break free.

Quince couldn't believe his smart older brother was

now no longer in control of his own life.

Steven couldn't believe the progress his brother's

family was making in controlling their new social

servant.

Alban, at only 16 years, started to perspire.

After two minutes Steven removed the toe screws, and

Martin asked Quince to massage Bradley's toes.

Martin asked Bradley, regarding Quince's massage,

"Does that feel better, son?"  Bradley, still crying,

answered that it did.  "Son, I want you to know

something very important.  Just because we had to

punish you just now does not mean that you are a bad boy,

or an evil boy.  Not at all!  I want you to know

that.  You are just going through what new social

servants go through every day.  It's just a way of

helping you fit in and be more like other social

servant boys.  We are simply trying to impart

traditional social service values."  As Martin spoke,

Steven dug through the box of control devices one more

time.  When he found what he was after he shouted,

"Ahhh!  Voila!"

He went to Bradley and leaned over and snapped a lock

attached to a slender chain onto his penis ring.

Bradley moaned when his already sore and still

unhealed penis felt a tug.  Alban could not contain

his curiosity. "What's that for, Uncle?" As Steven

knelt down to gain access underneath the bed while

holding the length of medium caliper chain which was

attached to Bradley's penis ring.  Steven answered,

"If Bradley should get angry he might try bucking

really furiously, and that would create a lot of

racket which could be heard in other rooms and

possibly disturb your sleep.  But if Bradley realizes

any violent movement might tear his foreskin, this

thing will make him think twice about trying to break

out of his restraints and creating a ruckus."

"I see.  That's clever," answered Alban.

Steven explained, "Now the final thing we are going to

do to you is put on your diaper.  Don’t be embarrassed

by this because social servants frequently have to

wear them.  They are common.  It is now almost 7 PM,

and so it's likely you are going to be in your bed for

twelve hours or longer, therefore we need to diaper

you.  We can't have you waking up your family just so

you can tinkle.

These social servant diapers are very absorbent, so

feel free to let it flow all you need to.  Don't hold

it in, just go ahead and make yourself comfortable; if

you have to go, then just go.  Social servants do it

all the time."

He took a very large diaper from the box, sat on the

bed, told Bradley to scoot his butt up, and aligned

the diaper under him.  When it was in place he told

Alban to baby oil his brother up, "Use lots of oil,

because it's likely he'll be sitting in his own piss

for quite a while!"

Thoroughly bisexual Alban had always had a crush on

his oldest brother.  He rubbed the baby oil about

Bradley's shaved groin with special affection.  "Scoot

your butt up again, Bradley, so Alban can get your

bottom."  Bradley, still with eyes closed, did as

Steven ordered.  Alban didn't get any oil on Bradley's

penis, and didn't know if he should, but figured he

should, but Steven understood his hesitation, "You

will have to oil the penis.  The penis is subject to

rashes and irritation just like everything else down

there."

Oiling his brother's unit gave Alban, and everyone

else, a good chance to examine the infibulation bar

and ring.  As Alban rubbed the oil in he could feel a

slight shift in the size of his Brother's organ, and

he was able to observe how the bar and ring allowed

for a slight erecting, but could see that the tip of

the penis would slide into the ring if he got too

hard, and it looked like that would be painful, so

Alban stopped the oiling.

He then sprinkled baby powder all about Bradley's

shaved pubes, and rubbed some on his buttocks as well.

When Bradley was all oiled and powdered Steven had

everyone gather around to show them how the social

servant diaper was secured.  When Bradley was all

pinned up Quince said in genuine affection, "You look

nice and cozy, bro, in your didi."  Everyone else was

too serious to smile.  Bradley kept his eyes shut,

unable to look at his own family members.

Steven shook his head satisfied and said, "Well,

that's just about it.  I think he'll be okay."  All

four free men, already gathered around the bed, folded

their arms, looked down at the diapered and heavily

restrained Bradley, and nodded that they too thought

Bradley would be okay.

Martin spoke, "Well son, you're a social servant now,

and I want you to know that I'm mighty proud of you.

Son, there is nothing to be ashamed of.  I want you to

know that when we had to correct you today it was not

because we think you are bad, or lazy, or stupid.  Not

at all.  I have never been more proud of you as a man,

and I have never loved you more!"

"And you need to know and feel that same pride for

yourself.  There is nothing to be ashamed of in your

duty fatigues, your training paddles, your collar, or

the bar and ring that secure your penis.  Those are

all signs of the trade and you should be proud of

them.  And if you are feeling shamed or humiliated

right now because you are diapered, collared, hobbled,

and restrained, then you need to know that there is

nothing at all shameful about any of it. You’re a

social servant now and this is how social servants are

trained.  Right now throughout this city there are

hundreds of boys just like you in diapers, collars,

rings, hobbles, and restraints.  This is all just part

of your training.  You need to raise your head high

and realize that that is just all part of the proud

social service culture that you share with hundreds of

other boys throughout the city."

Uncle Steven offered his support as well, "That's

right Bradley.  Your dad is right on.  As you know you

have always been my favorite nephew.  Nothing has

changed!  Not one bit.  I love and admire you, and am

very proud of you.  And I hope, as your dad said

earlier, that you don't take anything I offered your

family in the way of education assistance personally.

I know some of the punishments may have been a little

unpleasant, but if you make a commitment to find pride

in your status, there shouldn't be any more punishment

necessary."

"And I want to reinforce what your dad just said about

not being ashamed.  Earlier when you were sulking in

your room, we couldn't understand why you were so

down, and why you wouldn't at least want to see your

girlfriend, Ginger.  Your mom suggested that perhaps

it was because you were ashamed of the way you were

dressed, or perhaps of wearing the collar.  Or that

perhaps that Ginger would find out that your cock

is no longer available to you, at least for the fun

stuff.  Let me tell you, Bradley, how wrong you are to

be ashamed of any of these things.  There are hundreds

of social servant boys throughout this city right now

who have their penis's locked up just like you do to

help them learn to obey and behave. Your uniform,

collar, hobbles, and penis bar and ring are things to

be proud of, because they are signs of forthright,

hard-working, people."  Steven went and rubbed Bradley

on the head.  "You'll be okay, kiddo!  And god, what a

great haircut Ginger gave you!"

Martin was suddenly flushed with munificence,

"Bradley, since it is so early and you might have a

hard time falling asleep, I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you like I can call up Ginger and let her visit

with you here.  I'll let her keep you company for one

hour.  Would you like that?"  Bradley shook his head,

"no".

Martin asked the free men, "So, what's the plan for

tomorrow?"

Steven had the answer, "We want to stay on the same

course.  And because I want all of you to keep up the

good work, I hope you don't mind if I come back bright

and early tomorrow morning to help out again, and

spend the day with you.  And maybe I can get Jason, my

son, to come along and offer his expertise."

Martin smiled at the news, "Oh, Bradley would

doubtless be happy to see him, since as a youngster he

always looked up to his older cousin Jason with such

admiration.  Won't that be swell Bradley, if Jason

can come along with Uncle Steven tomorrow and help

out?"

Bradley didn't respond, but Dad and his sons were

happy for Steven's offer of additional help.  Steven

elaborated, "I want to increase the comfort level of

all of you; Bradley with being a social servant, and

you free men with handling social servants, especially

one who happens to be a family member."  To make a

point Steven reached over and gently grabbed Bradley's

ringed, barred, and chained, penis.  As he held it up,

he spoke, "You need to get to this comfort level.  You

have to view this as just another body part, just

like, say, a hand.  Another part of him just like all

the rest of him that you need to be in regular contact

with to examine, control, and scrutinize.  Every part

of him is now your responsibility.  Don't let Bradley

down.  This sort of contact has to be done on a

regular basis, and the sooner you get used to it the

more secure you'll be in handling Bradley." 

Steven let go of Bradley's penis and continued.  "We

will also want to get Bradley on an exercise regime

that's more rigorous than his current half hour a day

at the gym.  Jason's pet dog used to be an Addison

County training dog.  Addison County uses guard and

training dogs at their social servant training sites

to keep the boys in line and up to speed while in

training.  The dogs monitor such things as running and

exercising.  If Jason is free tomorrow, I am sure he

would be happy to bring Hubert over tomorrow, and

Hubert can supervise Bradley's running of laps and

exercises out in the back yard.  If Bradley slows up

at any given task, Hubert offers encouragement."

Quince and Alban smiled widely, and dad said, "That

would be a great idea!"

As Martin thanked Steven for all of his help, he took

out a sheet and covered Bradley.  Then over that he

placed a blanket.  He asked his son if he would be

warm enough, but Bradley just made an undecipherable

sound.  So dad placed another blanket on the side of

the bed, "Here's another blanket if you need it, son."

The free men and boys all said 'good night' to

Bradley.  Martin, the last one out, turned off the

light, and closed the door.