Boys Like You

Part Fourteen

By Randall Austin

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As Dean and Chuck drank a beer while Buster prepared a

snack, Dean was shocked to find out that Chuck had

convinced Buster to have himself voluntarily

indentured.

“Dean, he couldn’t get a decent job anywhere and his

fry cook job wasn’t earning him enough money to get by

on.  He couldn’t pay me the rent; he was way behind.

He was getting into serious debt.  So I suggested that

he sign up for a ten-year term of indenturement.”

Dean sipped his beer and continued listening to Chuck.

“Indentured service has given Buster the stability

and job security he needs in order to feel good about

himself.  His wages are garnisheed right now, but once

his credit card bills are paid off, in about five

years, he gets to keep all of his $7.80 per hour

salary.  And because he signed up for a 50 hour work

week, his paycheck won’t be as small as you might

think it would be.”

“But the major pluses for Buster are health and dental

coverage, a retirement program and food stamps.  Plus

the state sends me directly each month a check for his

rent.  Voluntary servants never have to pay rent!” 

As Chuck spoke Dean observed the cute, slightly

jug-eared, Buster preparing the snacks.  He seemed

docile to Dean, like a little kid.  Dean asked Chuck

why Buster was wearing a black and yellow spandex

jumpsuit.

“That’s sort of the uniform I make him wear around the

house.  It makes him look like a little bumble bee.

Kind of neat, huh?”

Dean smiled.

Once the three men were seated around the table and

eating the sandwiches Buster had prepared, Dean

observed Buster closely.  Buster, who was always shy,

seemed more timid than ever to Dean.  Dean asked him,

“Buster, how are things going for you?”

“Very well, sir.  Chuck gave me good advice in getting

myself indentured.”

During the course of the meal Chuck ordered Buster

twice to sit up straight.  The second time that Chuck

ordered Buster to sit up straight, it was with a voice

that showed considerable irritation and he asked, “Do

you want me to give you another spanking like the one

I had to give you last week?”

Buster blushed from being spoken to in such a way in

front of Dean, “No sir.  I’m sorry sir.”

Chuck noticed that Dean was slightly uncomfortable

with the threat he had just made to Buster and

explained, “I’m actually very lenient with Buster, but

when we have guests over I insist that Buster behave

like a gentleman.”

Dean nodded, “I see.”

Chuck explained, “He’s mainly a good kid.  And he has

pretty much learned not to misbehave when we have

guests over.  He knows that if he creates any problems

I won’t hesitate taking his jumpsuit off and spanking

him right in front of our guests!”

Dean swallowed.  As he eyed the timid servant he

thought how he wouldn’t really mind seeing Buster get

a spanking.  Dean wondered, as he always did at such

moments, if he was depraved.

As Dean drove home later in the evening, he wondered

if maybe Randall was somewhat like Buster.  Maybe some

boys just need a little control in their lives.

Dean wasn’t certain anymore and he had a need to be

certain.  He wondered if maybe social servitude wasn’t

so awful a thing.  Maybe it’s a good thing.  This is,

after all, the twenty first century. Things are

different now.

‘Yes’, Dean thought, ‘The state has guided this thing

along and the state must know what it’s doing.  Earl

was right.  This is a time more than ever when I need

to be firm with Randy and not allow him ever again to

whine, mope, and complain.  It’s time that I make him

get 100% with the Total Reform program.  Firmness at

this time is absolutely critical to Randall’s success

and well-being as a servant’.

After a very difficult day Dean could finally relax

and feel good about himself. And, at last, he was no

longer dreading having to face Randall when he

returned home from his stay in the hospital. 

In fact, Dean could hardly wait to have Randall back

home and under his control once again.  He felt a new

confidence in being able to help Randall adjust and

accept all the new things in his life: his modified

body; new stricter behavior codes; a more stringent

discipline regimen; just two more months of living at

home before entering one of the longest and most

austere servant training programs in the country; and

eventual entrance into Total Reform’s 5 years and 4

months hard labor program, with the possibility of

greatly extended terms of service for poor

performance.

***

In just three days of working as a nurse for Social

Services, alongside his mentor, nurse Rich Kadrow,

former angel boy, alabaster-skinned, once

super-polite, Kevin Balen found, in controlling

servants, the deep, interior, satisfaction in his work

that his previous job at Carter General Hospital

failed to provide.

On the late evening shift, after Kevin and Rich had

pulled the curtains closed around Randall’s bed

station, unstrapped him from his bed and put him into

a kneeling position on his bed and Kevin had taken a

fucking position at Randall’s rear and Rich had taken

a ‘get sucked’ position in front of Randall’s face,

Kevin warned Randall. “If you so much as yell or let

out any loud noises while you’re getting fucked, I’ll

grab your tit rings and pull them off.  It would be a

bloody mess, so I would advise you to just take what

we’re going to give you like a good slave boy!”

Randall knew to be obedient.  Kevin had already, a

couple of times on his rounds, exhibited a sadistic

streak that terrified Randall.

As Kevin began fucking Randall and as Randall started

sucking Rich’s dick on his orders, Randall’s chin bell

started ringing.  Kevin was annoyed, “Damn that

fucking chin bell!  Someone will hear us!”

Rich calmed Kevin down, “Don’t worry about it.  Only

the other boys in the room can hear it.  The doors to

this room are soundproof.  And we’re the only ones on

duty in this section.”

As Kevin pumped at Randall’s ass he asked what the

bell was for.

Rich explained, “It’s to help prevent boys from

thinking too much on their own when they’re out doing

hard labor.  It breaks up their thoughts and

concentration so they don’t get thinking too much on

their own.  The bell is intended to distract their

thought process so they don’t get into any selfish

thoughts that rob from their job productivity.  Keeps

them focused.  It’s the sound of the Total Reform

boys.”

Kevin smiled, “That is very clever.  Neat idea.  Who

thinks up all those neat things they do to these Total

Reform boys?”

“It’s mainly folks who work in the state budget

offices.  These boys bring in a heck of a lot of

revenue for the state and the folks in finance are

always thinking up new things they can do to them to

make them more cost-effective.”

When Rich finished his explanation he rubbed Randall

on the head as Randall sucked him, “That’s my baby.

You nurse on my pecker and it’ll give you the

nourishment you need to be a good workboy.  Let me see

you make some real tender love to my babymaker.”

As Kevin fucked Randall, Randall’s dick swung low,

weighted down with a giant steel donut ring.  It

caused him much discomfort, but Randall was too afraid

to complain.

As Kevin neared his climax he said, “It’s a shame this

one is leaving the unit tomorrow.  He’s a mighty fine

fuck!”

Rich enlightened him, “Don’t you worry.  I think

you’ll soon find out that most Total Reform boys make

excellent fucks.  Once they get all ringed up and

belled like this, they must start to realize they’re

basically animals and somehow it makes them submissive

and super pliant.  Believe me, as long as you work in

Total Reform SCU, you’re not going to have any

shortage of prime servant ass at your disposal.  This

is why I like the late-night shift!”

Once the nurses climaxed and had gotten Randall

strapped and shackled back down in his bed, Kevin

leaned over Randall and put his lips to Randall’s

lips and gave him a long sucking kiss.  Rich watched

for a while, smiled and left. 

Alone with Randall, kissing him, Kevin grabbed with

one hand one of Randall’s giant steel ear rings and

with another hand one of Randall’s giant steel tit

rings.  He gently stroked the rings as he deep tongued

Randall.  Holding the ‘strapped down Randall’ by two of

his giant rings gave Kevin a wonderful feeling of

total control over another human being.

Randall was beyond comprehending whether what was

happening to him was a dream or reality, but in his

frenzied condition he took some pleasure in Kevin’s

black-haired beauty. 

Kevin, drunk with Randall, spoke gently as he tweaked

his rings, “Man, I wish I had you in my control

forever!  I would turn you into the best slave ever!”

***

As Rich and Kevin tidied themselves up in the restroom

of the SCU unit after getting serviced by Randall, at

home in the Inslee household Dean was in a

brainstorming session with his pal, Earl, whom he had

invited over in order to pick his brain in hope of

finding effective ways of keeping Randall under control.

Earl was happy to share his knowledge. “Randall will

be coming home tomorrow morning and you need to keep

your cool.  The number one thing you need to do is

stop treating him like a brother and start treating

him like the full service work boy that he is and is

going to be for at least the next 5 years.”

Earl paused slightly and then continued, “Let’s be

frank here.  You and I both know he’s going to be in

there for more than five years and so that should be

reason enough for you to realize he really is a

committed servant and that you need to start taking

the steps needed so Randall doesn’t get any ideas that

just maybe he’s not a servant and maybe there’s some

kind of hope he can get out of all of this.”

Dean asked, “What do you suggest I do then to start

treating him more like a servant and less like a

brother?”

Earl looked Dean straight on, “Don’t be shocked at

what I’m about to say here; but what’s the least

brotherly thing you can do to someone?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders.  Earl answered, “You

treat them like shit.”  Dean was silent, Earl

emphasized his point, “That’s right.  You treat

someone like shit.  You don’t go treating someone who

is your brother like shit.  So if you treat someone

like shit, they won’t go thinking of you as a warm and

fuzzy brother.”

Dean wondered, “How do you do that?  What do you

mean?”

Earl answered, “I’ll tell you exactly what you should

do.  You need to start by beating him for even the

slightest misstep.  If he balks at anything, slap his

gawwwdamn face.  If he swears, belt his ass.  If he

whines, lock him to the wall and tawse the fucker’s

back.  That’s what you do for starters.  He’ll soon

learn to the core of his being that he is more than

your brother; he is a servant.  A guy meant to serve

and only to serve.”

“And let me warn you; Randall is going to be playing

the ‘depressed servant’ game when he gets home.  Don’t

you fall for it, Dean!  If a servant is wasting his

time being depressed, then he isn’t being a servant.

He’s being selfish and thinking only about himself.”

“But there’s an easy cure for that ploy, I assure you.

Knowing Randall as I do, I’m sure he’ll try his best

to make you pity him.  But all you need do is lay on

the strap to his naked backside and make him howl and

scream for about ten minutes.  Once his beating is

over and his backside is nice and red, Randall will be

cured of his depression.  He won’t be thinking about

himself in such a selfish manner for any time in the

near future.  And if he does fall back into

depression, just strap him back down to the bed and

work him over for 15 minutes instead of 10.  You whip

the fucker until he agrees to stop moping and start

behaving.  That’s the way the big time boys do it.”

“And don’t let up.  Be on his case every second of the

day.  If anything he does is less than exactly what

you want it to be, lay into him with all you’ve got.

And you need to enjoy it if you are to be effective.

You need to believe that what you are doing is really

the one and only right thing to do.  That way Randall

will enter Total Reform a lot more accepting of the

program then if he comes home here tomorrow and you

start treating him like, ‘Gosh, I’m so sorry this has

happened, bro’.  His being committed to the Total

Reform program is the best thing that could ever have

happened to Randall and you need to know that and

accept that!”

Dean nodded in agreement.  It was hard advice Earl was

delivering, but it was also sober advice.

Dean leaned over and patted Earl on the leg, “Thanks

buddy.  Once again you are my beacon of light.”

To Be Continued…

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