Boys Like You

Part Twelve

By Randall Austin

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What struck Earl and the two Inslee brothers upon

entering the lobby of the Social Services Health

Services building on Guardian Avenue was that it

looked like an upscale medical clinic.  The interior

was modern, yet warm and inviting.  The health care

professionals who passed about all seemed

professional, caring and warm.  Everyone who passed

by greeted Dean, Earl, and Randall with “hello’s” and

smiles.

Dean was expecting a forbidding, sparsely furnished,

prison-like hospital.  Instead the interior of the big

modern facility looked like a well-funded,

leather-chaired, research hospital.

And signs all about were social servant friendly.  A

big sign in back of the reception desk asked, ‘Have

you thanked a social servant today?’  Another large

poster on one of the walls showed a stylized drawing

of a group of servants and in large letters along the

bottom of the poster were the words, ‘Social Servants

are our community’s bedrock of abundance.  Please show

your gratitude by donating generously to the Social

Servants’ Retirement Support Foundation’.

The warmth of the surroundings gave comfort to both

Dean and Randall.  Earl was secretly let down at the

cushy appointment of the facility, but he suspected

that it was all a front designed to help calm servants

down brought in for health, evaluative, or procedural

reasons.

Dean, Earl, and Randall, approached the front desk and

Dean reported that he had brought Randall in for his

1:30 appointment.  The receptionist told the three

gentlemen to have a seat.  The reception area was

moderately busy and Dean noted that among the people

seated in the waiting room he had a hard time telling

which ones were social servants and which were free

people.  He saw a few collars poking out of dress

shirts and polo’s but little else was seen in the way

of distinctive servant clothing.  Only Randall stood

out in his bright yellow ‘Stage One’ jumpsuit.

Earl had hoped, as he had seen once in a Davenport

social servant clinic, that the servants would be made

to undress in the waiting room.  He decided to be

helpful to the medical staff and ordered Randall to

take off his jumpsuit.  Dean was surprised at the

request and at first assumed Earl knew what he was

doing and that undressing in the waiting area was

standard.  Randall was too dazed to react and Earl

proceeded with Randall’s humiliation by starting to

unbutton and unzip his jumpsuit. 

As tears rolled down Randall’s defeated face the

receptionist called out to Earl, “Sir, what are you

doing?”

Earl replied that he was trying to expedite matters.

A nurse at the reception desk stopped him, “Please

sir.  That isn’t necessary.  You may rebutton his jump

suit.”  Earl was embarrassed at being told to stop

what he was doing and was about to explain to Dean

how the nurse was obviously unaware of standard

servant handling procedures when Dean’s cell phone

rang.  Dean soon found himself involved once again

with answering questions over the phone about the case

he was handling.

With Dean occupied with his phone conversation, Earl

thought it would be a good time to file a complaint

about Randall with the receptionist.  He stood up,

tugged on Randall’s leash and the two of them made

their way to the receptionist.  He told the same nurse

who had just told him to stop undressing Randall that

he wished to file a formal complaint about Randall.

The nurse asked what the complaint was and Earl

explained, “This servant has been obstreperous all

morning long and has defied the orders of his chief

controlling overseer on several occasions.”

The nurse asked why Randall was being obstreperous

and Earl replied that Randall didn’t want to come to

his surgery, was fighting them every step of the way

and was trying to delay their on-time arrival.

The nurse asked Randall directly why he was fighting

his overseer’s wishes and Randall replied quietly

that he was afraid.

The nurse receptionist looked at Earl and asked.

“Wouldn’t you be afraid, as well, if you were going

into surgery?”

Earl replied, “I suppose I might be, but that is no

excuse for a servant.”

The nurse was curt, “Yes it is, sir.  Please have a

seat until we call for Randall.  Thank you.”

Earl was seething on the inside at his treatment by

the unenlightened hospital staff and mumbled to

Randall, “I’m filing a formal complaint on that

nurse’s unprofessional behavior.”

When they sat back down, Dean had just finished his

phone conversation and asked Earl what he and Randall

were doing at the receptionist’s desk.  Earl replied

that he had wanted to let the staff know that Randall

had been quite upset and that his behavior had not

been up to par this morning.  When Dean asked why he

did that, his question was interrupted by an intern

with a clipboard calling out, “Randall Inslee”.

Dean, Earl, and Randall stood and then walked over to

the intern, who informed Dean and Earl that they could

not go with Randall and to check with the

receptionist on Randall’s procedures schedule for the

day.  The intern unhooked the leash clasp from the

side of Randall’s jumpsuit and handed it to Earl.  The

intern grabbed Randall by the right ear and led him

down the corridor.  Randall followed the intern

without saying a word or looking back at Dean.

As the intern led Randall down the hall, they passed

many exam rooms, none of which had any doors, and many

of which had a naked servant inside being examined by

staff or patiently sitting on the exam table waiting

to be examined.

The intern led Randall into one of the rooms and told

him to remove his jumpsuit.  Once Randall was

unclothed the intern came with a special key and

unlocked and removed Randall’s leg braces.  He then

took a strange device that resembled a giant

hypodermic needle and stuck it into a small hole in

Randall’s collar.  The intern pushed a syringe that

made a whooshing noise and then pulled it out.  He

then took a long thin key and then unlocked the collar

and removed it.  He then removed Randall’s genital

cinch in a similar fashion.

Next the intern attached and locked a collar on

Randall’s left arm, just above his elbow.  To this he

attached a leash that he locked to a bolt in the

floor.  The intern told Randall he could sit on the

exam table if he wanted to and left.

As Randall sat naked and leashed on the exam table he

observed a parade of activity outside his exam room

door.  Nurses, interns and physicians passed by going

in every direction.  Many of them had a servant in tow

which they guided by holding on to one of the

servant’s ears.

Randall felt like a barnyard animal; naked in front of

normal people who were dressed up and had important

jobs and who led them around by their ears.

Randall’s feelings of abjection were interrupted by

the arrival of nurses Rich Kadrow and Kevin Balen.

Rich introduced himself and Kevin to Randall, “Kevin

has worked as a nurse for two years with Carter

General Hospital and this is his first day as a nurse

with Social Services.  The environment here is a

little different, so I’m showing him the ropes.”

As Rich unlocked and removed Randall’s arm collar, he

instructed Kevin. “Kevin, what I want you to do is

grasp Randall’s ear and lead him to the scale.”

The pretty 25-year old Kevin touched Randall’s ear

lightly.  The soft touch felt good to Randall.  Rich

corrected Kevin’s efforts, “No, you want to grab it

tightly and twist it as you guide Randall to the

scale.”

It was awkward for Kevin and as he led Randall to the

scale for this weighing, Randall let out an “Ow!”

Kevin apologized, “Oh, dude, I’m sorry”, and he let go

of the ear.

Rich instructed, “No, no!  You don’t let go of the ear

until you reach the place you want the servant to go.

You have to learn to ignore a servant’s yelps.  They

do it all the time to gain sympathy.”

Kevin wondered, “No, I don’t think Randall was trying

to gain sympathy.  I think I may have inadvertently

hurt him.”

Rich agreed, “Well, you may have hurt him a little

bit, but that’s okay.  No big deal.  The thing to know

is that when a servant feels a little ‘something’,

that’s when they start doing what they’re told to do.”

As Kevin weighed Randall, Rich explained, “You just

watch.  Once things get a little hectic and you’re

short on time, see how effective you are calmly asking

servants to please step over here, please remove your

jacket, please do this, or please do that.  You’ll soon

see they move slowly when they are not in their

standard work environments.  Ear control is one of the

best ways to keep things moving.”

Kevin nodded that he understood.  “I see.”

Rich instructed, “Now in a small room like this you

would normally tell a servant to have a seat in the

chair for his blood pressure.  But for practice

purposes I want you to seat Randall in that chair

using the ‘ear’ method.”

Kevin tried to be as gentle as he could as he twisted

Randall’s ear and guided him to sit down, but as

Randall turned, his ear got pinched by Kevin’s grip

and he let out “Ow!  Shit!”

As Kevin took Randall’s blood pressure, Rich

explained, “That kind of outburst is on the edge.

Normally for something like that you take into account

that the servant is under a lot of stress going into

surgery and you simply give him a verbal reprimand.

But because I want you to have some experience in

standard discipline procedures, I’ll have you spank

him after you take his blood pressure.”

Kevin asked, “Spanked for cursing?”

Rich explained, “Remember, this is a Social Services

Health Care facility and we have to set an example

for the rest of the community.  If we are lax at

Social Services, there is a trickledown effect to the

rest of the community.  We have to be firm here at

Social Services.  We are kind of like the gold at Fort

Knox that backs up the paper money.  We have to back

up our threats with a sure response or else we lose

all credibility.”

Kevin nodded, “I see.”  As Kevin removed Randall’s arm

from the monitor cuff, Randall was taken in by Kevin’s

strong features, his alabaster skin, his black, curly,

styled hair, his soft scent and his large doe-like

eyes.

Rich instructed, “Okay, now grab his ears and lead him

over to the examining table and make him bend over.”

Kevin did as instructed.  Once Randall was in place,

Rich continued, “Now slap his legs apart.  You want to

get them spread as far apart as possible for a proper

servant spanking.  That not only gives a lot more

exposed area for slapping, but leaves the balls as a

good squeeze target in case the slave lets out any

foul language during his punishment.”

Once Randall was bent over and spread-legged as

instructed, Kevin gave a half smile to Rich, wondering

what to do next.  Rich said, “Just go ahead and start

spanking.”

When Kevin shrugged his shoulders wondering how to go

about it, Rich suggested, “Just pretend he’s your kid

brother who has been acting up.  You told me you have

a younger brother.  Have you ever wanted to lay into

your younger brother?”  Kevin smiled sheepishly and

nodded ‘yes’.

Rich turned his hand up, “Well here’s your chance.

Give Randall what you’ve wanted to give your own

kid brother when he’s acted up in the past.”

Kevin laid one on and Randall yelped.  Rich

encouraged, “That’s the way.  Now keep it going

steady.”

Kevin started spanking Randall, slow slaps, but each

one harder than the last.  He stopped after six

spanks, smiled and looked wonderingly at Rich.  Rich

complimented him, “Looks like you were getting into

it.  That’s what you need to do; go with that feeling

that comes when you’re disciplining another human

being.  It’s nothing to shy away from.  In fact you

need to grasp that feeling if you’re ever going to be

an effective nurse/overseer.”

“Now continue with Randall’s spanking, but only cover

a broader area: use the legs, inner and outer thighs,

as well as the butt.  And use more force this time.”

Kevin wondered, “But wasn’t what I already gave him

enough for a little cussing?”

Rich answered, “Normally it would be.  But this is a

training hospital and servants are here to serve the

community.  And if Randall can help you by serving as

a training model for you in your new position, then

such use of a servant is perfectly legal and

justified.  And besides, I’m sure Randall would be

happy to help out in this way.  Am I right Randall?”

When Randall didn’t answer, Rich smiled, “Well, it

makes no difference what he thinks, because he

deserves punishment now for failing to answer my

question.  So carry on with your practice!”

Kevin continued spanking and was conflicted over

spanking someone who didn’t do anything wrong and

over the enjoyment he was finding in the process.

Rich sensed the nurse/overseer’s dilemma and

attempted to help him accept his role, “Kevin, you’re

a state certified nurse/overseer now and your job is

the healthcare of the state’s social servants.  With

such responsibility, you need to be in touch with your

feelings towards servants.  There is nothing wrong

with finding satisfaction with your work.  You are

simply doing what the state wants of you and pays you

to do.”

Kevin, a good boy whose mother would be saddened if

she knew her idealistic son, who got into nursing

because he wanted to serve people, was now coming to

grips with his authority over social servants and

with that special ‘pride of overseership’ feeling that

comes to overseers as they punish servants.

Kevin resumed spanking and Rich instructed Kevin,

quietly, “You can go ahead and reach underneath and

grab his genitals if you want to gain better leverage

as you spank him.”

Kevin hesitated at first, so Rich explained “It’s

okay, that’s what they’re hanging there for; leverage.

Go ahead; it’s done all the time.  And remember,

we’re nurses after all!”

Kevin’s ruby lipped mouth was open as he reached under

the bent over Randall and cupped, then grasped, his

sexual organs.  He looked at Rich and saw a broad and

satisfied smile on his face.  It gave him

encouragement in what he was doing and he started to

spank Randall with more vigor.  As he got into it

more and Randall started crying and squirming, Kevin

was overcome with lust and a massive erection.

Rich noticed Kevin’s newfound enthusiasm and

commented, “Okay, I think you’ve got the hang of it,

buddy!  The important thing is to go with and to trust,

that special feeling, the one that makes you feel good

as you spank servants.  Always remember to trust your

feelings.”

Kevin stood up tall, adjusted his trousers to conceal

his deflating cock and stood tall.  Rich informed

him, “Randall is going to be in ICU for a couple of

days, so you’ll have a chance some time after his

surgery to have some more practice sessions with him.”

Rich had Randall sit back up on the examining table.

Just as Rich reattached Randall’s leash from his arm

cuff to the floor bolt, a physician arrived and

proceeded to give Randall a physical examination.  The

physician spent almost one half hour examining

Randall, as Kevin and Rich observed in silence.

Randall didn’t know why the two nurses stayed to

observe his physical, but he didn’t like it.

When the physician was finished with Randall’s exam,

an intern fetched Randall and grabbed him by his ear.

As Randall was ear-led out of the exam room, Rich

encouraged, “Behave yourself, Randall!”

As Randall was being guided down the corridor, ahead

of him was another servant about his age, also being

guided by his ear.  Randall wondered if he was indeed

an animal, because even at such a time of distress and

humiliation he found himself unable to take his eyes

off of the servant’s bubble butt who was being led

ahead of him.

Randall was led into the same room as the servant in

front of him and was positioned in front of a trough

type urinal located in the center of the room.  There

was already a servant at the urinal as Randall and the

servant who was ahead of him were being positioned at

the urinal.  All three servants were handed a phial

and asked to fill it with urine.

On an exam table in the room was a female with her

legs in stirrups having her urethra examined by two

male interns.

When the three servants had filled their phials, they

were handed plastic dishes and asked for a semen

samples.  When none of the servants knew exactly what

to do, one of the interns said, “Start jackin’ guys!

I’m sure you all know how to do it.”  The three

servants started manipulating their dicks as they

stood over the urinal, each jacking with their right

hand and holding the plastic dish in their left hand.

Randall had difficulty getting aroused, until he

noticed the male, who was already at the urinal when

he arrived, was looking at the female on the exam

table as he jacked his straight-boy boner.  Watching a

straight male get excited by looking at a female

always excited Randall and it helped him to get his

dick hard in little time.  As Randall stroked himself

off he noticed that the other servant was looking at

him.  Randall also liked it when other guys were

turned on by looking at him and Randall was soon able

to completely loose himself in the public jacking off

session.

The four interns in the room all stopped what they

were doing to watch the three servants shoot their

loads into their dishes.  The interns were silent as

they watched, but light smiles played on their faces.

Randall used the jackoff session to temporarily escape

the horror of his ordeal, but once he shot his load,

his dread returned and he felt unsure if he was

really who he thought he was.  Not one of the three

servants in the room who were about to be processed

had probably ever been made to jackoff in public, yet

just now they had done it because they knew their

lives were really no longer in their control.  All

three of them had probably already faced the

unpleasant consequences of disobeying an order of an

overseer and thus knew to do as they were told.

One of the interns took Randall’s plastic dish,

covered and labeled it and put it in a slot on the

lab table.  He then grabbed Randall by the ear and led

him out of the room and further down the corridor.

He led him into a large, humid, steamy, room that had

blue walls and blue lights.  The intern led Randall

up four stairs and there was a giant pool, light blue

in color so the water looked blue.  In the pool were

17 males quietly soaking.  Soon the other two boys he had

jacked off with were led up the stairs, led by their

interns guiding them by their ears.  Randall noticed

three fully uniformed older policemen standing about

the room.

One of the interns spoke and addressed all of the boys

soaking in the pool and the three boys standing on the

edge of the pool, “Hi everyone.  We are interns from

the state teaching hospital in Des Moines.  We will be

performing your surgery today.  The bath you are in is

meant to soothe you and your skin.  It is simply ‘wet’

water.  It’s basically a salt water bath, bicarbonate

of soda and so on, that will make your skin smoother

than it has ever been before.  You will be in the pool

a little under two hours and when your time is up we

will come and fetch you for your surgery.”

As the intern continued speaking, another intern led

Randall and his other two jackoff mates to a ladder

and directed them into the pool. “We want you to dunk

your heads under the water at least once every ten

minutes or so.  If you get any solution in your eyes,

you will notice at the end of the pool there is a hose

to rinse out your eyes.”

“We want you to relax and have a good time, but keep

your chatting to a minimum.  You will notice that we

have several police officers on guard.  Please realize

that although they are almost retired, they are not

like the retired officers who stand guard at

supermarkets or shopping malls.  These officers really

do make use of the implements hanging from their

belts: the stick, the taser and even the pistol if

need be.  I’m not trying to scare you.  The officers

and we hospital staff are all really nice people,

just like you boys.  But we want you to know that we

are on a tight schedule and we have zero tolerance for

anything that disrupts our schedule.”

“Okay!  So have a nice time and we’ll be coming to

fetch the first of you to enter the pool in just about

twenty minutes.”

Randall kept his eyes on the interns, amazed that

those interns, who were no different than he was, had

the right to control him, to order him to be punished,

to strap him to a gurney, to modify his body, to snip

his foreskin off, to tattoo him, to brand him, to ring

him and to humiliate him with a chin bell.  It didn’t

make sense to him.  Randall didn’t do anything wrong.

Why should he be where he was?  How did it come to

this?

Once the interns were out of the room, the boys in the

pool tried their best to collect their thoughts and

relax.  Randall looked about the pool and noticed that

all of the boys in the pool seemed to range in age

from 18 to 30.  They were Linn County’s newest group

of social servants; twenty pieces of fresh stock.

Randall had been told that about twenty males a day

entered social service in Linn County.  And today

there were indeed exactly twenty males being

processed.  Twenty young males about to be processed

for their term of service to the community; twenty

males about to have their bodies modified so that they

might be recognizable and distinct from the free

people whom they will be serving.

***

A nurse entered the poolroom pushing a gurney and

spoke the name “Randall Inslee” to one of the police

officers up on the perimeter of the pool.  The only

boys left in the pool were Randall and his two jackoff

mates.  The officer called to the three boys in the

pool, “Randall Inslee.  Which one of you is Randall

Inslee?”

When no one answered, the straight boy looked at the

officer and said, “It’s not me.” 

The other non-Randall boy also spoke, “Not me.”  The

two non-Randall boys moved away from the Randall who was

not acknowledging himself, thus exposing Randall in

the open pool.

When the officer said to Randall, “Come here now,

boy”, and he didn’t move, another officer fetched the

servant grappler from the side of the pool.  As the

officer tried to get near Randall with the grappling

hook, the third officer joined them.  Having to fetch

a frightened servant from the soaking pool always

broke up the monotony of the day for the semi-retired

police officers.

The officer was able to latch the grappler under

Randall’s shoulder and quickly pull him to the ladder

where he was standing.  Another officer assisted him

in pulling Randall from the pool.  With an officer on

both sides of him holding him by the arms, Randall was

led to a shower where the soaked boys were made to

rinse off before hopping on to the gurney. 

An officer directed Randall, “Get yourself rinsed off

all over.  Raise your arms so you can get your

underarms rinsed.”  As the officer directed Randall’s

rinsing, Randall was obedient and did everything he

was ordered to do.

The nurse handed Randall a towel and the three

officers and the nurse watched Randall dry himself in

silence.  When he was dry, the nurse took the towel

and ordered Randall to hop up on the gurney, but

Randall resisted with a “No!”

One of the officers encouraged, “Up on the gurney boy,

then recline.” 

Randall backed himself more against the wall, saying

“No!”

The officer who was new to his job at Social Services

asked Randall, “What are you afraid of boy?”

Another officer answered, “You see this behavior all

the time in boys headed into the Total Reform

Program.”  The new officer asked why it was so and

the officer explained, “I think it’s probably because

they’ve seen pictures of boys in the Total Reform

Program.  They really do them up good in surgery:

giant rings all over their bodies, a huge ring

swinging between their legs hanging from off their

dicks, giant ear and tit rings, three rings through

the nose, including a huge one through the septum, a

large bell hanging from…”

Before the officer had completed his explanation

Randall attempted to bolt from the room, but was

immediately caught by one of the officers.  Two of the

officers brought Randall to the gurney as he struggled

to break free.  Once they had him on the gurney and

were forcing him to recline Randall started kicking

and screaming.  The nurse and the other officer

quickly moved in to strap Randall down to the gurney.

With Randall strapped down and bucking and crying, the

officer continued his explanation.  “So the boys come

out of surgery looking pretty fearsome.  Looking like

something you definitely would not want to have around

your wife and kids.  All ringed up like that; they

look like they were made for hard labor.”

The other senior officer explained more about the

program to the new officer, “The Total Reform Program

is a multi-pronged program that is intended to have a

long-range positive effect.  As such it is

educational, rehabilitative, punitive and

preventative.  And it basically believes that the way

to achieve all of these ends is though hard labor.”

“And back breaking hard labor is what the program is;

hard labor for ten to twelve hours a day and seven days a

week.  The basic program, once the boys get out of

their seven-month training, is for five years and four

months.  But, of course, the term of service can be

extended if the boys fail to perform up to standard.

For every bad review a boy receives, they extend his

term service by six months.  Because a position in the

Total Reform Program generates a lot of revenue for

the state, the state examiner who reviews the boys’

performance hold them to a pretty high standard; and

as you can guess, they really don’t like releasing

boys from the program.  Very few boys who enter the

Total Reform Program ever get out after five years and

four months.  The typical term of service for most

boys who enter the program is from twelve to eighteen

years.”

Randall bucked wildly in an attempt to tip the gurney.

The new officer backed away, frightened by his

violent bucking.  The nurse put a hand to Randall’s

head, “Everything’s going to be okay, fella!  You

just calm down there.”  Randall continued bucking and

started screaming.

The officer continued his explanation to the new

officer, “That’s the kind of bucking and squealing

you’ll see in the Total Reform boys all the time.  It

never fails.  Total Reform boys know that they’re

going to be held accountable for everything that they

do from now on and it’s hard for boys who come to the

program with so many behavioral problems to face that

kind of control and reform in their lives.”

As the nurse pushed the gurney out of the poolroom,

the three officers resumed their positions about the

pool.  Randall’s two jackoff mates awaited the arrival

of their gurneys in silence.

To Be Continued…

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