Boys Like You

Part Thirteen

By Randall Austin

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As soon as Earl got home from helping his friend Dean

deliver Randall to the Health Services facility at

Social Services, he needed sexual relief.  He was

publicly humiliated, in his view, by the receptionist

and the nurse who tried to prevent him from undressing

Randall in the waiting room and who regarded his

complaint on Randall’s behavior as frivolous.

Sexual release always helped Earl relieve tension and

as he stripped off his clothes in the living room he

called for his servants Reginald and Brendan.  When

the servants arrived and saw Earl undressing, they

knew what he wanted and so they began undressing

themselves.  Earl always wanted his servants naked

when they serviced him sexually.  He liked to reach

out and feel parts of his slaves’ bodies as they

worked on him.

Reginald and Brendan did not find serving Earl too

difficult.  He was fair most of the time.  While Earl

did like to express his displeasure verbally with a

slave who was momentarily tardy or did something in a

way other than requested, Earl was not unduly cruel.

He played and conversed with Reginald and Brendan,

treated them with respect, and their duties and

workloads were always well within State guidelines. 

Sexually servicing someone as fair looking and fit as

Earl was easy on both Reginald and Brendan.

With Earl relaxed across the couch, Reginald sat next

to Earl’s chest and started softly rubbing Earl’s

chest and shoulders.  Brendan sat next to Earl’s lower

legs and started massaging the full length of both

legs. 

Earl spoke, “Thanks guys; that really feels good.  I

need it!”

Earl pondered telling his servants about his ordeal at

Social Services, but he did not relish relaying any

event in which he came out the bad guy, so he decided

to just relax, keep quiet and let his servants take

care of him.

As the servants worked on Earl the phone rang, the

message played and the voice of Randall’s father

could be heard speaking in an agitated voice, “Earl.

This is Brian and this is an urgent message.  It is

now almost 2:30 PM on Wednesday. I can’t reach Dean.

If you see him within the next two hours please have

him call me on my cell phone immediately.  This is an

emergency.  There is still a way to help Randall avoid

his procedures.  But Dean must call me immediately.

Thank you.”

Earl said nothing, and let his slaves continue working

on him, even though the message upset him.  Earl did

not like the idea that Brian was working to prevent

Randall’s processing and entry into the Total Reform

program.  Earl had enjoyed observing Randall’s gradual

subjugation into servitude and was looking forward to

seeing Randall enter the Total Reform program.  Earl

did not see Randall’s predicament as unfortunate in

any way.  Earl simply trusted the system; Randall had

failed to perform up to expectations in the ‘Stage One’

Program and the State was following up on his failure

as could be expected; on an orderly and systematic

course.

To Earl servitude was not a ‘big deal’.  He treated

his servants fairly well and believed that most other

owners did so as well.  Earl’s desire to see Randall

fully processed was not born out of any innate evil in

his heart; rather simply out of the satisfaction of

seeing a kid he always thought of as rather snooty and

arty finally have a little state control brought into

his life.  His feeling was also bolstered by his

desire to see the handsome Randall all ringed up for

hard labor; a sight that for Earl was a surefire

sexual turn on.

Just as Earl was again able to relax and allow his

slave’s ministrations to begin rehardening his

overseer cock, the doorbell rang.  Earl let out a

quiet “Shit!” snapped his fingers for his slaves to

get dressed and put on a robe that was hanging over

the back of the couch.  Brendan answered the door and

let Dean in.

When Dean saw Earl he immediately began talking, “Man,

I couldn’t stay there and wait.  I needed to get out

of there.  I’ll go back and visit Randall after the…”

Earl raised a hand to shush Dean and addressed his

servants, “Guys, you can leave us alone now. Thanks.”

The servants nodded to Dean as they made their way out

of the room.  Earl took a seat on the couch and patted

the cushion next to him, inviting Dean to take a seat.

When Dean was seated Earl threw an arm over his

shoulder, “You doing okay?”

“As good as can be expected.  I feel pretty awful

about this.”

“I can imagine somewhat of what you’re going through.

I once had to return and exchange one of my father’s

servants, a guy I really liked, who had behavior

problems.  It was hard on me taking him in, knowing

what county servants go through who are returned for

reasons of bad behavior.  But in the end I had to

realize that it wasn’t my fault.  He had gotten

himself into trouble.  It wasn’t me.  I just happened

to care for him; I was just his overseer.  As my

father told me after that incident, “You have to

realize that servants who display behavior problems

while in service would be displaying similar problems

even if they were not servants.  Such servants are the

kind of free people who have trouble in the workplace,

who have trouble holding down a job.  In the end you

just have to accept the fact that you did all you

could for them and that they created their own

problems.”  It was one of the best lessons my dad ever

gave me.”

Dean nodded his head and gave a worried look and Earl

consoled him, “You’ve got to try and relax, buddy.”

Earl reached his hand to Dean’s leg just above the

knee and started to gently rub and massage it.  “You

are stressed. Try relaxing.”

As Earl rubbed Dean’s leg he called out, “Reggie,

Brendan, bring us a beer.”

Reginald soon entered carrying two bottles of beer and

two glasses on a tray, followed by Brendan.  As

Reginald poured and served the beer, Earl instructed.

I want you two to strip, put on some quiet music, turn

down the lights and do a nice slow dance together.”

When Dean objected, Earl interrupted him, “You just

relax.  This doesn’t mean anything other than that I

happen to think having two pretty boys dancing

together to slow music just might help you to take

your mind off of things and begin to relax you.”

The servants did as instructed and Dean and Earl sat

quietly together as the servants did their naked slow

dance together.  Earl complimented Reginald on the

selection of music and continued stroking Dean’s leg.

After a bit Dean spoke, “You’re right, Earl.  This is

relaxing.”

As the servants danced slowly, Earl just as slowly

moved his hand about Dean’s leg.  It was the most

intimate physical contact Dean and Earl had ever

shared and Dean was surprised that he felt so

comfortable, at last, with Earl. 

When Dean and Earl had finished their beers, Earl

called for another one.  When the servants arrived

with the beers, each displaying semi-hardons, an

aroused Dean had no problem with Earl’s next request

of his servants. “Now I want you to put on some upbeat

music and show Dean and me your best dance moves!  I

want you to shake it up!”

The beer, the beat and the flopping servant dicks

soon had Dean and Earl aroused.  They were each

rubbing the other’s inner thighs as they watched the

servants hop, jump, gyrate and spin.  The fact that

Brendan and Reginald were each having a good time as

they danced helped to relax Dean all the more.

Soon all four males were erect.  Reginald and Brendan

had both Deal and Earl howling with laughter when they

both reached in back of themselves and began spanking

their asses in rhythm as they gyrated to the beat. 

Earl opened his robe and let his sexual parts come

into view.  Dean breathed deep and Earl leaned over

and undid Dean’s trousers and told him to kick them

off.  Dean did and soon both free men were rubbing

their inner thighs as they watched the servants hop

and dance.  After a bit Earl reached over and for the

first time ever grabbed Dean’s cock.  Dean did the

same to Earl.  The two looked at each other and

overcome with sexual desire they joined in a

passionate kiss.

The servants saw that the free boys were engaged, so

they stopped their energetic dancing and clasped each

other and rubbed their bodies against each other,

doing a slow hump to some fast music.

During their groping and kissing, Dean said to Earl,

“Oh gawd, Earl!”  And Earl said, “Fuck dude, you are

hot!”  When neither could stand holding out any

longer, Earl ordered the slaves to get into kneeling

positions on the couch.  Earl guided Dean to the rear

of Reginald and Earl took aim at Brendan’s hole and

both free boys took their slaves up the ass.  As Dean

and Earl pumped away they declared their infatuation

with each other.

Earl, humping away, spoke, “Man, things are going to

be beautiful between us, Dean.  You are now my special

friend!  I want to get to know you better, dude!”

“Same here, Earl.  This was bound to happen.  I feel

you man, I feel you!”

Earl responded, “All I’ve got is yours dude.  These

boys are here for you anytime you need it, Dean.  We

need to stick together: you, me, my slaves and your

slave.  We need to help each other man.”

The words Earl just spoke could have been

disconcerting to Dean if he had paid close enough

attention to them.  As such, he chose to half ignore

them.  But Earl continued, “Man, when we get Randy

into the mix it’s going to be one hot session!  I can

hardly wait to see Randy when he gets home all rigged

up for Total Reform.  He should be one hot fucker

boy!”

Dean ignored Earl as he made his way to his climax.

The servant boy he was fucking had the juiciest hole

he had ever experienced and Reginald was once again

doing what Dean had recalled him doing on his previous

fuckings.  As he indicated he was nearing a climax,

Reginald would gently squeeze and unsqueeze Dean’s

dick with his sphincter muscles.  Dean exclaimed,

“Reginald, you are fucking amazing!”

Earl agreed, “Isn’t he though!  That’s what I want to

do to Randall for you; get him trained to do the same

kind of thing.  I can have him trained to do the same

thing in just a couple of lessons.  You and I need to

turn him into an ace fuckboy.”

For one brief moment, as Dean began squirting his wad

up Reginald, it seemed like it would indeed be a good

idea to get Randall trained as an ace fuck boy.

Dean and Earl completed their fuckings at the same

time and when it was all over, Earl led the exhausted

quartette up to his bedroom and they all sprawled out

on his giant overseer pleasure bed.  The free boys

watched the servants suck each other off and soon all

four men were asleep in the warm afternoon.

***

When the four men woke from their post-sex nap, it was

5:30 PM.  Earl and Dean both had giant piss hardons.

Dean was about to make his way to the bathroom when

Earl stopped him, “No need to get out of bed, dude.

Watch this.”

Earl grabbed his cock and wagged it at Brendan.

Brendan knelt over Earl’s groin, took his cock in his

mouth and Earl began pissing.  Brendan swallowed the

full load without any trouble and Earl rubbed him on

the head.  He then said to Dean, “Now you try it!”

Brendan made his way over Dean’s groin and took his

cock in his mouth. 

Earl instructed Dean, “Try not to piss too hard or too

fast.  It takes a little practice.”

Dean laughed as he peed into Brendan’s mouth, “This

feels good!”

Earl offered, “I can teach Randall to do that for you

as well.  Really, buddy, when he gets home you should

have him spend a couple of days with me.  I’ll get him

up to snuff for you!”

Dean told Earl that he wanted to get to the ICU unit

to visit Randall, but that first he wanted to shower.

As Dean was doing the final adjustment on the water

temperature in the shower, he was joined by Brendan

and Reginald.  Earl, standing outside the shower told

Dean, “I’ve instructed my boys to wash you.  Just

relax and let them take care of you.”

Dean did as instructed and was surprised and

delighted at how wonderful it felt being tended to by

two such charming servants.  When he was out of the

shower and getting dressed, Earl again reminded Dean

that he could have the same kind of service in his own

home. “Bathing you is something Randall should be

doing for you every day until he enters the Total

Reform program.  It’s one of the things he will learn

to do for you if you decide to take me up on my offer

and let me train him.”

As Dean made his way to the Guardian Avenue Health

Services building, he seriously considered Earl’s

offer and wondered, “What’s wrong with letting a

servant be a servant?”

What had happened to Randall only hit Dean with force

when he entered the Health Services building.  A

receptionist led Dean to a post-operative care room

that was specifically for boys who were scheduled to

enter the Total Reform program. 

The receptionist explained, “We keep them in a room of

their own because they sometimes have to be here for

as long as four days and some of the things we do to

them tends to scare the regular social servants, you

know, all those rings and things and that bell.  Plus

we have to keep the Total Reform boys chained to the

bed and cathetered and that can make regular social

servants feel like they are prisoners or something.”

The nurse opened the large door to a room marked, ‘SCU

– TOTAL REFORM’.  It was a large room, dimly lit, with

ten beds on each side of the room.  Fifteen of the

beds held social servants in varying stages of their

post-operative care.  All of the servants were in the

same position on their beds: they were naked, on their

backs and appeared to be asleep.  Their legs were

spread wide and hanging between their fifteen pairs

of legs was a cock hanging way down, tugged down by a

big fat silver ring through their dick heads that

looked like a large steel donut.  Their legs had to be

spread wide to accommodate the donut ring.  Coming out

of all fifteen dicks was a catheter tube that led to a

catch container under their beds. 

The receptionist led Dean to the middle of the room

and pointed to a bed, “There’s Randall.  It would be

best not to wake him.”  If the receptionist hadn’t

told Dean it was Randall, he would not have known,

since all the boys looked alike: totally bald, heavily

ringed and strapped to their beds with straps across

their chest, upper legs, and lower legs.  Their arms

were cuffed to the bed.

The receptionist left and Dean was alone in a room

with 15 boys being readied for lives of hard labor.

The most prominent feature of the boys in their beds

was their dicks.  The boys had no choice but to keep

their legs spread and expose their dicks ringed with a

giant steel donut-like ring.  Dicks that belong to

boys in the Total Reform are no longer used primarily

for pissing and pleasure.  Dicks that belong to boys

in the Total Reform program are primarily for

tethering.  Boys in the hard labor program are

tethered at both ends; by their nose rings and by

their cock rings.  It’s the proven way of keeping boys

like Randall on course; no straying when your nose is

tethered to an overhead trolley line and your cock is

tethered to either a trolley line at floor level or to

a work cart.  Boys like Randall, once tethered and

trollied, have no choice but to tow the line.

Dean walked up to Randall and looked at him.  He

looked somehow less human to Dean, with so much metal

on his body.  The nose and earrings were obscenely

large.  And the two smaller side nose rings made

Randall’s face almost unrecognizable.  The bell

hanging from his chin seemed unnecessary; almost an

item to provoke laughter. 

Dean wondered what he would say to Randall if he were

awake.  What does one say to someone who is so

drastically modified for the sole purpose of hard

labor?  ‘Gosh, you look great!’

Dean, staring at Randall’s face, slowly backed away,

calm yet horrified.  He backed into the bed that was

next to Randall’s and turned suddenly.  There in the

bed was a boy who looked exactly like Randall, also

asleep.  Strapped down as if he were a murderer.

Dean’s eyes fell on the boy’s chest.  The tattoo was

not small as he was told.  It was huge across his

chest; TOTAL REFORM.  Big black letters.  Disfigured

for life.

Dean looked away, paused, collected himself and

walked out of the SCU unit as fast as he could.  He

didn’t know where he would go or what he would do, but

he wanted to avoid what he had just seen.  Suddenly he

wanted all of his connections with social servitude

and with Randall wiped out.

He got in his car and started driving home.  But he

didn’t want to go there.  It was where Randall used to

live.  He turned and headed towards the freeway and

eventually saw a sign that said, ‘Iowa City 40 Miles’.

He hadn’t been to Iowa City in quite a while.  There

wasn’t much to interest him in Iowa City, but he did

have a couple of old friends who lived there.  Friends

he hadn’t seen in well over a year, Chuck and Buster.

Chuck was an auto mechanic and Buster, his lover, was

a fry cook.  They didn’t live the high life, but Dean

admired the way they seemed to be genuinely happy with

their lives and with each other.

‘Yes’, Dean thought, ‘a visit with old friends will

help me get some perspective back in my life’.

To Be Continued…

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