Boys Like You

Part Eleven

By Randall Austin

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It had been agreed to beforehand that Earl would come

over and help Dean on the day of Randall’s surgery.

Dean had been afraid that he would be too upset to

keep Randall supervised properly and he feared also

that Randall would be desperate and therefore too

much to handle alone, as they got themselves ready for

their 1:30 appointment with Health Services.

Dean was angry with Earl for fucking Randall without

his permission and for revealing other intimate

matters to Randall about his sexual relationships with

Earl’s two servants.  But he needed Earl’s assistance

on this morning more than ever.

Dean was upset the very first thing in the morning

when Randall refused to eat the breakfast that he

served him in bed; a bed to which Randall was secured

to by plasti-chains attached to his ankle and wrist

cuffs.  Dean felt harried, for he was too busy with

work related matters to spend very much time trying to

comfort Randall.  That is why Dean was relieved when

Earl arrived and was willing to pitch in immediately

with anything that needed to be done.  Dean asked Earl

to try and encourage Randall to eat.

When Earl entered the bedroom, Randall groaned

inwardly.  Earl sat on the bed, grabbed a piece of

toast from the breakfast tray and held it in front of

Randall, “Here you go, buddy.  Why don’t you have some

breakfast?”

Randall closed his eyes and looked away.  Earl tried

to coax him, “Come on Randall.  We’re taking you in, in

a little while so they can get you ready to spend time

with the ‘big boys’.  It’s time you start acting like

one of the ‘big boys’; the Total Reform boys.  Total

Reform boys do what they’re told to do when they are

told.  Don’t be ‘small town’ on me.  Show me that

you’ve got what it takes to be a big town boy!”

Randall asked where Dean was and Earl replied that he

was busy with a number of ‘other things’.

Earl put the piece of toast in front of Randall’s lips

and held it there.  Randall closed his eyes again.

Earl pushed the toast between Randall’s lips and

slowly started pushing it into Randall’s mouth.  A

smile played across Earl’s lips as he pushed the toast

against Randall’s teeth, trying to get him to open his

mouth.  Randall turned his face away and Earl set the

piece of toast back down on the tray.

“You’re going to need your energy, Randy.  The moment

you arrive at Health Services they’re going to get

right to work on you.  They’ll begin processing you

immediately and you won’t have any time to eat until

after surgery and you recover from the anesthetic.  It

could be as long as 24 hours from now.  For your

transformation to go smoothly, you’re going to need

your energy, little guy.” 

Earl patted Randall on the head.  The moment Earl

touched Randall his feelings changed from one of

offering encouragement, to one of sexual desire.

Randall’s baldhead felt fleshly shaved and warm, like a giant

penis.  Earl wished for a moment that Dean wasn’t

around, so he could take advantage of the ‘slaveboy’

in front of him.

But Earl knew that now wasn’t the time.  Besides he

was really looking forward to ‘doing’ Randall once he

was back home and fully processed.  The fact that

Randall would soon be fully ringed, belled, branded,

and tattooed excited Earl immensely and when he tried

to imagine the snooty, proud and pretty Randall all

rigged up like a draft animal, it was hard for him to

control his desire.

Earl felt that Randall needed to face the changes that

were about to take place and sought to help him

accept them. “Randall, acting sullen isn’t going to

change your predicament.  This is hardly the end of

the world, buddy.  Out at the Social Services’ hard labor

farms in Dubuque, where you will be shipped after your

7 months of training in Des Moines, there are hundreds

of boys just like you, boys who initially had a very

hard time accepting their status change from carefree,

entitled and privileged, free boys to that of ringed

and bound hard-laboring draft animals.”

“But once they’re out on the team, toiling away in the

fields, the shared camaraderie, the realization that

they are the ultimate service boys, kicks in and they

accept and take pride in their status.  Once you see

yourself in the fields and quarries, along with

hundreds of other naked, ringed, branded, and tattooed

hard labor boys, your giant rings shining in the sun,

you’ll feel a pride, a sense of purpose, that I

suspect you’ve never felt before.  You can see it on

the boys, in their faces, in the sweat pouring off

their backs, in their proud erections wagging about as

they toil away.  It’s special.  You will come to a

point where you will be proud of all your body rings

and markings and feel like a real man, a man who is of

true service to society.”

Throughout the morning Earl was unable to get Randall

to do anything, or engage in conversation.  When Earl

suggested that Randall take a shower, Randall agreed

to it.  After the shower, when Randall was once again

jumpsuited, he wanted to go back to his bed.  Earl let

him.  Once Earl had re-secured Randall to the bed, he

decided to leave Randall alone and went downstairs and

read the morning newspaper.

Just before noon, Dean found Earl and told him it was

time for them to take Randall in to Health Services.

The two free boys made their way into Dean’s bedroom

where Randall was reclining on the bed on his stomach.

Dean said quietly, “Randy, it’s time.  We have to

take you in now.”

Randall cried, “No, Dean!”

Earl joined in, “Time’s up!  They’re waiting for you.”

Randall cried again, “NO!”

Earl lowered his tone, “Come on Randy, we have to take

you away now.”

Dean sat on the bed and unlocked Randall’s wrist and

ankle cuffs.  “Okay, buddy, we need to get going.”

Randall didn’t move.  Dean encouraged, “Come on Randy,

we can’t be late.  I don’t know what traffic will be

like.”

Randall, his face in his arms, talked into the pillow.

“I’m not going.  I’m not going!”

Earl coaxed, “Randy, it isn’t as bad as you think.

Once you get home and see yourself, you’ll be proud of

yourself.  You’ll want to show yourself off for your

brother.”

Dean joined in, “He’s right, bro.  Whatever they do to

you is going to look good on you.  I know you’ll look

hot.”

Earl agreed, “Once boys like you get ringed with those

giant rings they want to show off.”

Dean touched Randall on the back, “He’s right, Randy.”

Dean leaned down and whispered in Randall’s ear, “You

know how I like having you naked around the house and

you like being naked for me?  Well think how much more

so.  I can just see you now.  Walking around with your

giant ear, nose, nipple, and cock rings.  I know you

Randy.  You’ll be harder than granite as your dick

carries your giant donut ring.  I can see you

strutting around, showing off for your older brother.”

Dean rubbed Randall on the shoulders, but Randall did

not move.  Finally, Randall released his bitterness

towards his brother, “I don’t want to ever have

anything to do with you, Dean!  Get your hands off of

me!  I hate you.”

Dean was shocked and hurt, but time constraints

prevented him from collecting himself and finding his

thoughts. 

Earl realized how stressed both brothers were and

tried to encourage Randall, “You know that’s no way to

talk to your brother and certainly not to your

overseer.  But you should remember that if we’re late

they’re going to slap Dean with a $400 fine.”

Earl had little patience with Randall and only

refrained himself for the time being from using

harsher methods to get Randall moving because he knew

that such methods would upset Dean.

When Randall still did not move, Earl continued, “Come

on, boy.  It’s time for us to take you away now.

Don’t make us late.”

When Randall did not move, Earl grasped him by the

shoulders and gently tried to pull him up, “Come with

us, Randy.”

Randall grabbed on to the bed frame with both arms.

Earl continued, “If you cause us to be late and

Social Services finds out that we were late because of

you, they have been known to do punishment procedures

on boys under surgery.  One thing they do to boys like

you under surgery is give them a ‘high and tight’ and

I’m not talking haircuts here.  I’m talking

circumcision!  Imagine what it would be like if after

surgery you found it painful every time you got an

erection.  That’s what a high and tight snipping does;

it takes away all of your spare foreskin, thus causing

painful erections for the rest of your life.  They

could very well do that to you if you give us any

trouble.”

Randall tightened his grip on the bed, “Leave me

alone.  Let them come and get me.  I don’t care anymore!”

Earl tugged again on Randall’s shoulders, “Come on

Randy, we have to take you in!  I wish we didn’t have

to do this, but you’re state material now.  The state

owns you and they say you need to be prepped for the

Total Reform program.”

Dean touched Randall gently, “Come now, bro.  The

surgeons are waiting for you.”

Earl tried to steel Randall, “You can do it Randall.

I know it’s tough.  I won’t kid you; I hear they have

to strap the boys to the gurney before they roll them

into surgery; they are so frantic from thinking about

what’s going to happen to them.  But I know you’re a

strong kid, Randy.  You’ve got what it takes!  Now

come along and show your brother what a big and strong

boy you can be.  Make us proud, Randy.”

Dean was getting nervous about the delay, “Come on

Randy, we really cannot be late.”

Earl pulled Randall up a little more firmly by the

shoulders, but still Randall resisted, “Come on, dude.

Come along with us now without making any trouble.”

Randall kicked his legs, “Let go of me, you asshole!”

Dean cautioned, “Watch it Randy!  Don’t make matters

worse.”

Randall held tightly to the backboard of the bed.

Earl coaxed, “It’s not going to be bad.  You won’t

feel a thing.  The first thing they are going to do

to you when you get there is give you a nice warm

pre-surgery soaking to cleanse you.  That will help

ensure that they can do some really clean piercings of

your ears, nips, chin, and cock, and it will help your

skin accept the tattoos and brands more easily.”

Randall shook his upper torso to shake off Earl’s

grip.  Earl continued as Randall bucked to free

himself, “You won’t be alone, Randy.  There will be

other boys soaking in the prep tubs just like you.

Total Reform boys are brave boys.  They are not afraid

of a few body modifications.  The boys in the Total

Reform program are dedicated full service boys who

aren’t afraid of hard work; aren’t afraid of

submitting to their overseers who know what’s best for

them.  Come along now, Randy.  Don’t upset your

brother.”

Dean offered encouragement as well, “He’s right Randy.

Social Services told me that about 18 boys a day are

processed for social servitude and of those 18; three

a day are being processed for the Total Reform

program.  It’s a common thing.  There will be other

boys there getting prepped for the same kind of

surgery you will be undergoing.”

Dean’s cell phone rang and he answered it.  It was a

business associate who needed answers to questions

about a legal case Dean was handling.  Dean suddenly

found himself involved in an important conference

call.  As Dean left the bedroom so his associates and

he wouldn’t be disturbed by any noise Randall might

make, he made a hand gesture to Earl indicating that

he would be on the phone for just a short while.

Once Dean was out of earshot, Earl took a firmer

approach, “Okay you little shit, we’re taking you in

to get you ‘fixed’ whether you like it or not!”  Earl

took a rough grasp of Randall’s shoulders and tried

more forcefully to pull him away from his grasp on the

backboard.

Randall shouted, “Leave me alone, you fucker!”

Earl was surprised, “Boy, you sure have some nerve for

a bottom-rung slave boy!  Your vulgar attitude just

makes it clear to me that you deserve what’s about to

happen to you.  What they’re going to do to you today

in surgery is the going to be the best thing that’s

ever happened to you.”

Earl tried again tugging at Randall’s shoulders, but

to no avail.  Earl let go of Randall’s shoulders and

started unbuttoning the buttocks flap of his jumpsuit.

Randall shouted, “Hey, what are you doing?”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?  I’m exposing

your ass!”  Earl glanced about the room and saw a

training whip in the corner or the room.  He fetched

it and sliced it through the air as he made his way

back to the bed. 

Randall called out, “Get away from me!” 

Earl rubbed Randall’s exposed buttocks, “I bet Dean is

going to miss your little juicy boy hole.  Oh well, he

always knows that he can get all he wants at my place.

Reginald and Brendan are always there to service and

please the way slave boys should, just the way you

will be serving and pleasuring once you complete your

seven-month training course.  You should have a lot of

fun in training, Mr. Fancy Pants!”

Earl got into whipping position, “Now, we’re taking

you in and you’re going to get super ringed, branded

and tattooed all over your body.  And I intend to tell

the folks at social services that it was a real mess

of trouble trying to get you to come in, that you

refused to cooperate with everyone of Dean’s request

and that maybe they should consider doing some

punitive body modification on you to help you remember

for the rest of your life that not following the

orders of your overseer is a naughty thing to do!”

Earl sliced the training whip across Randall’s exposed

buttocks with all of his might and Randall let out a

piercing cry.  Earl asked, “Did that feel good?”

Randall cried out, “Dean, help!”

Earl was furious, “Shut up you dumb fuck!  Dean is on

an important conference call.  What a fucking selfish

asshole you are!  All you have ever cared about are

your own immediate and selfish needs.”

Earl gave Randall’s buttocks another slice of the

training whip and Randall yelled louder than the first

time, “Dean, help me.  Please help me!”

Earl rushed to the bedroom door, slammed it shut and

came at Randall with an angry voice, “So, you’re

trying to create a scene, are you?  If it’s a scene

you want then I’m going to give you one you won’t ever

forget!”

Fueled by adrenaline and a sense of righteousness,

Earl lunged at Randall, pulled him away from the

headboard, stood him up, and pinned him against the

wall.

Randall was terrified of the hatred-fueled strength

that Earl displayed and cowered as Earl sneered his

words, “You are nothing but an arrogant pansy cunt boy

who is about to get what he deserves!  And let me tell

how much that pleases me!”

“In just a little while from now they’ll be strapping

you down to the gurney.  I can just see you wailing

and kicking as they strap you down to the gurney!

Then they’re going to roll you into surgery where they

will turn you into a draft animal; you’ll be marked

for life: branded, tattooed, and have your back teeth removed.

And if I have any say in it you’ll also be getting

your foreskin snipped off, all of it!”

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I’m looking

forward to seeing you when you return home from

surgery, all decked out, branded and tatted!  Mr.

Fancypants Pretty Boy finally horse-ringed and

hard-labor ready!  It’ll be a sight worth a million

bucks.”

As Randall cringed in fear, Dean reentered the room

and Earl’s demeanor took on a calm, in-control, tone.

“Dean, I’m making a little progress here.  I at least

got Randall off the bed.  Had to be a little firm, but

it looks like Randall’s beginning to give in.”

Randall cried, “Dean, make him let go of me!”

Earl countered, “Dean, you need to realize that your

brother’s attitude about all of this is totally messed

up.  This is not the end of the world.  Randall needs

to be made to wake up and see the light.  Don’t let

his whining upset you.  What’s about to happen to

Randall is the best thing that ever could have

happened to him.  Taking him in should not be

depressing you.  You should be elated!  Randall, your

brother with so many problems, is finally going to be

given the help he so desperately needs!”

Dean, checking his watch and bothered by the time

constraint, could only agree with Earl, “He’s right

bro.  Right now we have no other choice but to take

you in.  Once we get you to the Social Services Health

Services building, I’ll check into it and see if

there’s anything that can be done to stop the

procedures.”

Earl attached a leash to the genital cinch attachment

which hung at the side of Randall’s jumpsuit and gave

it a tug.  As Randall felt the base of his cock and

balls squeezed by the choke cinch, he followed Earl

along.  At the doorway to the bedroom Randall grabbed

on to the doorframe and cried, “My violin.  I want my

violin!”

Dean was heartbroken, “Randy it will be okay.  Once

you get back from surgery you will still have two more

months to play it.”

As Earl tugged Randall away he advised Dean, “I

wouldn’t encourage that, Dean.  He needs to get

violins and all that other shit that got him into

trouble in the first place out of his head.  He needs

to start thinking like a hard-labor boy and not a

violin playing, time wasting, pansy.  What the whole

Total Reform program is about is getting boys like

Randall, who have been self-absorbed for their entire

lives, to start thinking about how they can put the

needs of society before their own needs.”

Earl continued lecturing Dean as they made their way

to the car, “Letting Randy play his violin any more is

only going to depress him and muddle up the goals of

the program.  Randy and you both need to get

yourselves geared up so Randy is ready for training. 

You need to be working on getting him muscled up and

fit, so his training isn’t so difficult on him.”

“A big part of the Total Reform training program will

be getting Randall bulked out, muscled and fit.

That’s why the Total Reform training program is seven

months long.  He’s a hard labor product now and he

needs to develop a hard labor body.  Playing his

violin is something that is not going to make training

easy on him.  The more fit and muscled he is as he

enters the training program, the easier he’s going to

find the next six years of his life.  If you really

care about Randall, you’ll put his violin up for sale

once you get back home.  Any extra time he would have

spent on the violin should now be spent on either the

treadmill or lifting weights.”

Dean had Earl sit in the back seat of the car with

Randall.  Once Dean was in the front seat and started

his car he reminded Earl, “Don’t let go of Randall’s

leash!”

Earl held it up, “Don’t you worry!  As you can see I

have it doubled around my fist.  He won’t get away!”

Randall sobbed in despair as his brother’s car made

its way to his 1:30 appointment at Health Services.

To Be Continued…

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