Boys Like You

Part Ten

By Randall Austin

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On Tuesday June 21, one day before Randall’s scheduled

processing surgery, Dean fed Randall breakfast in bed;

a bed to which Randall was bound to by plasti-chains

attached to his ankle and wrist cuffs.

Randall’s eyes were red from crying throughout the

night.  Dean attempted to comfort Randall, “Earl will

be here to keep you company all day.  You two can

chat and play cards.  I want you to relax and just have a

good time.”

Even under normal circumstances Randall would have

been unable to have a good time with Earl, Dean’s best

friend who Randall considered to be boring.  To

Randall, Earl was basically an educated yahoo; maybe

he had a few facts in his brain, but he was a yahoo

nonetheless.  And Randall never understood why Dean

became such good friends with Earl.

When Earl arrived to ‘baby sit’ Randall, Dean told

Randall to be nice to Earl, “If Earl hadn’t agreed to

babysat you, I would have had to hire a state

certified handler and you know what those guys are

like.”

“Randy, I’m going to be seeing dad this morning.  Is

there anything you want me to say to him?”

“Yes, tell him to come and see me today.”

Dean looked at Randall, and replied without addressing

his request, “Then later in the afternoon I will be

meeting with my contact person at Social Services.

They’ve got a bunch of papers they want me to sign and

a bunch of information for me.  But I’ll tell you

something Randy. I’m not signing anything that isn’t

good for you.”  Dean said goodbye to Randall and Earl

and left.

Randall knew better than to put too much hope in

Dean’s parting statement.

***

Dean could not recall the last time he had been in his

father’s office.  The legal firm of ‘Inslee, Bishop

and Brown’ was successful, with a good statewide

reputation.  His father’s relatively modest looking

office didn’t match his firm’s reputation.

Actually, Dean could not recall the last time he had

seen his father, Brian Inslee.  He thought it was

during the December holidays, but he couldn’t be sure,

it could have been during Thanksgiving.  The visits

were always the same; Brian would attend a family

gathering in mid-celebration, express his love, hand

out presents and leave before anyone had been able to

get engaged in any conversation with him beyond formal

greetings.

The secretary ushered Dean into his father’s office

immediately upon arrival.  The first thing Dean

noticed was that his father’s usual cheery manner was

not in evidence.  His father did not even exchange

pleasantries.  Seated at his desk, Brian asked Dean as

he was being seated, “How did this happen?”

Dean was caught off guard by his father’s serious and

businesslike tone.  Dean looked about as he stretched

his lips, shook his head, “Randall, the little shit

was concealing from me the fact that he was racking up

demerit points on his job.”

Brian looked straight at Dean, “Oh, so you’re blaming

Randall for this?”

Dean’s eyes opened wide, “Sir?”

“You’re blaming Randall for Social Services’ decision

to send him into the Total Reform program?”

Dean was perplexed, “Well…. yeah!”

Brian kept staring at his son, “So you get your

brother into rehabilitative servitude, you agree to be

his controlling guardian and you don’t ever once

bother to call up your contact in the records

department and find out how he’s doing?”

“Dad, Randall and I had an agreement.  He told me he

would report every infraction and demerit point he had

racked up on the job and at his counseling sessions.”

Brian paused before asking, “And why didn’t he report

his offenses to you, Dean?” 

Dean, unprepared, blurted out, “Well…..”, and found

himself not knowing how to proceed.

Brian continued gazing at Dean in silence.

Dean knew that ‘well’ would not serve as a sufficient

answer for his father.

When Dean was unable to answer the question, his

father asked again, “Dean, I want to know why your

brother was not reporting his infractions to you!”

Dean did not like the tone his father was taking with

him.  Dean had gone to his father looking for aid and

support and suddenly he found himself under scrutiny.

“Well, Dad, you know how kids are.  They just don’t

‘fess up’ to the things they do.”

Brian continued almost before Dean had finished with

his answer, “Why wouldn’t Randall tell you about his

infractions if it was in his own best interest to do

so?  Randall’s a pretty damn smart kid.  Why would he

conceal from you the way he was being treated by his

overseers?”

“As I’ve said, Dad, just as you did, I expected

Randall, because he is so smart, to be a little more

mature about this than he was.  I guess I trusted him

too much.  He’s my brother after all.”

Brian wanted an answer and like the ace lawyer that

he was, tunneled for an answer, “Dean, I want to find

out how this happened.  Plain and simple!  You must

have asked Randall why he didn’t report his

infractions.  When you asked him that question, I want

to know exactly what Randall’s reply was.”

A little sweat broke out above Dean’s eyebrows, “He

said something like that he was intimidated by the

system.”

Brian was incredulous, “He said he was intimidated by

the system?”

Dean was getting defensive, “Something like that, Dad.

I don’t recall.”

“Who is with Randall right now?”

When Dean told his father that Earl was watching

Randall, Brian reached for his cell phone.  Dean

asked, “What are you doing, Dad?”

“I want to talk to Randall.”

Dean tried to stop him, “Not a good idea, Dad.  He’s

real distraught right now.”

Brian dialed, “I’ll bet he is.  Wouldn’t you be, too?”

When Brian ignored his son and kept dialing, Dean

stood up and went over to his father’s desk and

grabbed the phone away from his father’s hand. Dean

turned the phone off and went back to his chair with

his father’s cell phone in hand.

When Dean sat down, he saw that his father was staring

at him.  Dean spoke, “Look Dad.  It’s been hard on us.

It’s been hard on me.  How do you think I feel?”

His father’s tone was serious, not angry, “You should

be feeling like you let your brother down.  If he is

just a kid, as you say, then all the more you should

have been taking the initiative and tried to see how

he was being treated by his overseers in the program.”

After a pause, his father ordered, “Now give me the

phone back.  I want to talk with Randall.”

Dean collected himself, “Listen, Dad.  Mom and I lived

with Randall.  We saw the stupid things he was doing

with his activist pals.  Putting himself in harm’s way

all the time.  Yes, he was precocious, but he was also

immature.  I know Randy a lot better than you do.

I’ve read his journal and things and I can tell you

he was indeed one idealistic lad, but he also was one

who was willing to do stupid, dangerous, things in

order to make a point.”

Brian interrupted Dean, “And so, therefore, why can’t

I talk with my son?”

“Because you’re blaming me for this and you don’t have

a clear picture of what mom and I went through.  How

do you think we felt every time we had to go and bail

Randy out of jail, just watching him getting himself

into more and more trouble?”

Dean felt he now was on a tack where he could get

through to his father, so he continued, “Mom and I

would have talks with Randy about his behavior and

then what would he tell us?  He’d tell us you had

called him and congratulated him on getting arrested

and told him to keep up the good work!  Every time he

was arrested, you would call and congratulate him and

spur him on to more arrests!”

Brian jumped in, “Yes, I did.  What does all of this

have to do with the fact that you and your mom put all

of your efforts into getting Randall put into the

‘Stage One’ Rehabilitative Indenturement program?”

There was silence.  Brian readjusted his position in

his chair, “Would you mind answering that question?”

Dean was upset that his dad seemed to be against him.

“As I’ve said, Dad.  It was a hard time for mom and

me.  We did what we thought was the best thing for

Randall.”

Brian was not interested in arguing, “All right.

Good.  Now give me back my cell phone.”

When Dean was hesitant to return the phone, Brian,

more than ever before, wanted to talk to his son.  So

Dean decided to change tactics and opened wide his

doe-like eyes, which his father could never resist,

“Listen Dad.  It’s almost lunchtime.  Can we go out to

lunch together?  It’s been a long time since we’ve

been able to spend time together.  I’ll buy you lunch.

What do you say?”

Brian relaxed his examination and gave into his son,

“Sure.  That’d be great!”

As Dean followed his father out of his office, he

sighed in relief.

***

After Earl had read the morning paper while having a

cup of coffee in the kitchen, he made his way up to

the bedroom where Randall was secured to the bed.  He

opened the door quietly, saw the yellow jumpsuited and

barefoot Randall sprawled out on the bed, tugged at

his crotch and made his way to the bed.  Randall,

whose eyes were closed, was startled when Earl sat on

the bed.

Earl, with his lips parted slightly, just gazed at

Randall.  Randall was worried by the fact that Earl

wasn’t saying anything, so he asked, “What’s up?”

Earl answered in almost a whisper, “You look so

fucking hot to me, right now, all worried and

frightened the way you are.  A little deer caught in

the headlights.”

Randall didn’t know what to make of the comment.

After a moment, Earl undid the cuff about Randall’s

wrist to which the plasti-chain was attached that

secured him to the bed.  Randall said, “Hey, thanks”,

but stopped thanking Earl when Earl reached for the

zipper of his jumpsuit and unzipped it down to

Randall’s crotch.  Earl reached around Randall and

pulled the top half of his jumpsuit off.  When Randall

was bare-chested, Earl put the wrist cuff back on

Randall and locked it.

Earl then unlocked Randall’s ankle cuff and pulled

his jumpsuit completely off.  Once Randall was naked,

Randall asked if Earl was going to let him take a

shower, but when Earl snapped the ankle cuff back on

and locked it, Randall knew he wasn’t about to be

allowed to shower. 

As Earl started to remove his clothing, Randall asked,

“What are you doing?”

Earl only smiled and undressed in silence.  Randall

watched.  As depressed as Randall was, he nevertheless

could not take his eyes off of the undressing Earl.

As Earl’s clothes came off he realized, finally, why

Dean was probably a friend of Earl’s.  Earl may not be

smart and original, but he was sleek and very sexy.

And when Earl’s cock came flopping into view, Randall

swallowed hard.

As Earl swaggered slowly towards the bed, Randall

asked again, somewhat frightened, “What’s going on?”

Earl showed his teeth, “You’re a Total Reform boy now,

so you don’t go asking questions.  But I’ll go ahead

and tell you what I’m going to do anyway.  I’m going

to fuck you.  They say that hard-labor boys are one

hot fuck.  They say that once a boy realizes he really

is a drudge, a beast of burden, he starts feeling like

one and the fuck is sheer animal delight.  So I

intend to find out.”

Randall, truly frightened by Earl’s authoritarian

attitude warned Earl, “You’re not doing any such

thing.  You have no right.  I’m telling my brother on

you.  You can’t do this.”

As Earl stood over the bound Randall, he smiled and

slowly started jacking his dick, “Go ahead and tell

him.  I’m sure he won’t mind.  Your brother owes me

one.  Actually, he owes me big time!  He won’t care

what I do to you.”

Randall asked, “What do you mean he owes you?”

Earl continued smiling and jacking as he stood over

the naked and secured Randall. “Remember when you were

first indentured and I brought over those punishment

photos of my two servants, Brendan and Reginald?  Well

Dean has had the hots for Reginald ever since he saw

those pictures.  So one time when he was over at my place

we got to talking and he told me how hot he thought

Reginald was.  When I asked Dean if he wanted to give

Reginald a tryout fuck, he said ‘sure’.”

“So he gave Reginald a ride and liked it and has been

fucking him on a weekly basis ever since.”

Randall was crushed, “But….”

Earl smiled, “That’s right.  Butt.  That’s how Dean

does Reginald; up the butt!  And that’s how I’m going

to do you.”

As Earl rummaged through the dresser for some

lubricant, Randall no longer cared what was going on.

His one hope and consolation during his time of

servitude was what he thought was his brother’s love

for him.”

Earl spoke, “I can’t find any lube, I guess I’ll have

to use Dean’s hair gel.  Is this what Dean uses when

he fucks you?”  Randall was shocked that Dean would

have told Earl about their sexual relationship.  Earl

squeezed some gel onto his cock and spoke, “Dean says

you’re a pansy fuck.  That’s why he needed to do

Reginald, in order to get a little oomph into his

life.”

Earl approached the bed, “Dean’s also fucked Brendan a

couple of times, but I think he’s got a crush on

Reginald.  Imagine, having a crush on a lifer slave!”

Randall, having believed his brother loved him in a

special and exclusive way, felt nothing but despair.

Earl stood over Randall and wagged his cock in his

face, “Take a look at my best pal.  I got him lubed up

nice and shiny and big just for you!”  When Earl

ordered Randall to turn around on the bed so he could

have access to his butt, Randall did so willingly,

wanting to hide his face from the world.

Earl knelt on the bed in back of Randall, “Okay kiddo,

what I want you to do now is spread your legs.”

Randall did not, so Earl hopped off the bed, grabbed

his belt, doubled it and gave Randall five fierce

strokes of the belt across his ass.  Randall screamed

and cried, and Earl shouted, “When I tell you do

something, shithead, you do it!”

Randall, sobbing, spread his legs.  Earl hopped back

up on the bed behind Randall and spanked his legs

apart even further.  As Earl eased himself into

Randall’s hole, he spoke, “Randy, you’re a hard labor

boy now and I’m going to give you a hard labor fucking,

right up your toiler boy ass!”

As Earl slid in he sighed, “Oh yeah.  I can feel

already the difference a hard labor sentence makes.

You feel like an animal!”

Randall let out a cry, “Please stop Earl, it hurts!”

“You go ahead and squeal, Randy.  I love fucking a

squealing slave!”  Earl started thrusting, “Whew!

Baby!  Oh yeah, this is the ticket!”

As Earl humped he grabbed Randall’s head and turned it

to the side and forced his tongue into the crying

Randall’s mouth.  Earl prodded Randall’s mouth with

his tongue, licked the side of his face and bit his

cheek and ear.  “You are a fucking glory hole, baby!

What a shame Dean’s gotta’ send you away to hard labor

camp.  What a waste of slaveboy ass that is!”

As Earl pumped away the phone rang.  Neither Earl nor

Randall could see that the caller ID read; ‘Brian

Inslee’.

Earl didn’t even hear the phone as he neared his

climax.  As he started thrusting and ramming into

Randall harder and harder, Earl yelled out, “Once you

get back home from surgery you’re going to be an even

hotter fuck and I intend to come back here and give

you another ride.  Man, I can see you now, all ringed,

tatted and branded.  What a wild fuck that will be

with your little chin bell tinkling away as I hump

your branded and tatted ass!”

When Earl had shot his arrogant free-boy load up

Randall’s ass, he hopped off the bed and headed into

the shower, leaving Randall still bound and naked on

his bed.  As Earl’s cum dripped out of his freshly

fucked boy hole, Randall sobbed.

***

When Dean came home from work, he had a brief chat

with Earl, who told Dean that Randall was on good

behavior.  Dean thanked Earl for babysitting. 

When Earl left, Dean went into his bedroom and saw

Randall asleep on the bed, naked.  He wondered why he

was naked.

Randall’s back was in view and Dean gazed at the rump

Dean had several occasions to spank over the past ten

months and many occasions to fuck.  A rump that was

soon to be permanently branded and tattooed. 

Dean thought of how after he would give Randall a

spanking, he would have Randall stand up with his

naughty boy boner on display and he would stand up

with Randall and lecture him, walking around him as he

lectured, letting his brother see his own overseer

boner in his pants.

He knew his brother liked seeing him erect as his

overseer.  And he knew Randall liked it when he looked

him over after he was freshly spanked and naughty boy

boned. 

He knew Randall especially liked it the times Dean

would get naked, along with Randall, for his

spankings.  Then, afterwards, how he had no qualms

standing up with his brother, as naked as the servant

was and letting Randall see his overseer boner

proudly jutting up in authority, leaking and oozing

precum as he lectured his errant brother.  Randall

would gaze at Dean’s boner open-mouthed and at those

moments Dean never felt more proud, more like a man,

and more like a caring overseer.

But now as Dean gazed at Randall as he unlocked his

cuffs, he felt only dread at what was to happen to his

beloved brother.  And he felt a horrible feeling

inside that made him wonder if he was responsible for

what was going to happen to Randall’s body and his

life.

Randall awoke and when Dean asked how he was, Randall

did not respond.  Dean asked why he was naked, but

Randall did not respond.  Dean told Randall to get

dressed.  As Randall dressed, Dean asked again why he

was naked and Randall said. “Earl took my jumpsuit

off and fucked me.”

Dean was shocked, “Fucked you.  Oh man.  Randall, did

you want that?”

Randall, “No way!  He said you owed him big time!”

Randall made his way into the bathroom and Dean sank

on the bed, horrified, angry, ashamed and full of

dread.

After a while of feeling depressed and noting that

Randall was avoiding him, Dean decided that he would

make supper for them.  As he worked away in the

kitchen he could not shake the feeling that everything

was heading in a bad direction.

There was a knock on the kitchen door which was

followed by it being opened and Randall and Dean’s

father entering.  Dean was surprised, “Dad, what are

you doing here?”

Brian said in a serious tone, “It’s my house!”

Dean was annoyed that his father was using the tone of

voice that he was, “That’s not what I meant, Dad.  Why

are you here?”

“I want to talk to Randall.”

Dean was concerned, “Dad, Randall is really upset

right now and he isn’t talking to me.  I don’t want

him upset anymore.”

As Brian exited the kitchen looking for Randall, he

said, “Maybe he’ll talk with me.”

Brian found Randall, who was happy to see his father,

in the living room and invited him into the study.

Brian and Randall made their way into the study and

took a seat on the couch next to each other.  Before

any words were spoken Dean entered the room and was

about to take a seat in an easy chair across from the

sofa.  Brian stopped him, “Dean, I want to talk with

Randall alone.  Please close the door when you leave.”

Dean’s face showed defeat and he knew there was no

point in arguing with his father’s right to talk with

his son.

Once the door was closed, Randall broke down crying

and father and son joined in a long embrace.

After a while, Brian got right to the point, “Randall,

I want to know, I need to know, under what

circumstances you were demerited by your overseers.

Social Services told me that most of your demerits

occurred on your jobs with the Parks Department.  What

happened son?  Did the overseers have it in for you?

I wonder that because none of the other boys on your

team have been remanded to the Total Reform program.”

“They treated us all alike, Dad.  They were generally

assholes, who liked bossing us around.  It was common.

If we were slow or something, they would order us to

unflap our behinds so they could give us some paddle

strokes.  But I would always tell them to demerit me

instead of paddle me.”

“Why would you do that, son?”

“Because Dean told me that I was to report to him

every time that I was punished so he could repeat the

punishment at home as reinforcement.”

There was silence.  Brian asked, “Does Dean ever

punish you?”

Randall nodded his head, like a little boy.

“How does he punish you Randall?”

“Usually he spanks me.”

“Does he spank you hard?”

Randall nodded his head again and some tears rolled down

his cheek.

“How often does Dean spank you, Randall?”

Randall sniffled, “A couple of times a month.”

“How does he spank you?”

“He makes me get over his knee.”

“Does he open up your jumpsuit flap?”

More tears flowed down Randall’s face, “He makes me

take my jumpsuit off.”

Brian brushed some tears from Randall’s face, “Does he

spank you hard or long?  Is it painful?”

Randall nodded his head.

“Does he make you cry?”

Randall was almost about to cry, “He spanks real hard

and long, Dad.  I do a lot more than cry.  I scream.

It hurts for days afterwards.”

Brian hugged his son tightly.  Randall sobbed gently.

When Randall stopped his sobbing, Brian patted him on

the back and told him he would see him tomorrow.

Brian went into the kitchen where Dean had returned to

preparing the meal.  Brian asked, “What time are you

taking Randall into Health Services tomorrow?”

Dean replied, “He has to be there at 1:30, so I will

probably leave a little after noon.”

Brian asked with a voice that sounded like it would be

unhappy with any answer Dean gave, “Have you been

doing research on Social Services?  Finding any other

options for Randall?”

“My contact person at Social Services told me there

wouldn’t be much point to it.  A ruling is a ruling.”

Brian raised his voice, “Your brother’s life is at

stake and you have been sitting on your ass?”

Dean made a frantic sign for Brian to keep his voice

down and under control and half whispered, “Dad,

please keep your voice down.  It isn’t good for

Randall to hear you talking to me like that.  In fact,

it is completely inappropriate for you to be using

such a tone of voice towards me in Randall’s

presence.”

Although Brian knew the answer, he asked the question,

“Oh?  And why is that?  He’s your brother.”

“Dad, you know nothing about social servitude and the

importance of all involved with the system in

maintaining proper relationships.”

Brian smiled, “Oh I know quite a bit about social

servitude, Dean, and the roles of overseer, handler,

trainer, and servant.”

Dean was nervous, “Well then you should know that it

is important for servants to know the importance or

respect towards all people.”

Brian nodded ‘yes’, “I agree with you.  But respect

has to be a two way street.”

Dean nodded ‘no’, “I don’t think so, Dad!”

Brian almost shouted at his son, “Yes, I know you

don’t think so, Dean!  I know how you’ve been treating

Randall!  I know how you regularly spank him.”

Dean’s face turned red from shame, but still he

defended himself, “Dad, I’m not going to have you

undoing the good work and progress that I’ve made here

with Randall.”

Brian shook his head in disgust, “Yes.  Real good

work, Dean!  Randall has failed ‘Stage One’ and now is

about to lose almost six years of his life in the

Total Reform program.  And all you care about is

maintaining your role as an authoritarian guardian.”

“Dad, I cannot have you talking to me in such a tone

of voice around a servant to whom I am legally bound

as chief overseer.”

Brian knew that his son had a legal point, so he

lowered his voice, “I cannot believe, Dean, that you

aren’t, right now, doing all that you can do to help

Randall avoid Total Reform.  You ought to be exploring

every angle in the Social Services system.  That’s

what I intend to do.”

Brian left in anger without a further word to his

eldest son.  Dean pulled out a chair from the kitchen

table and sat down, upset that his dad was so critical

of him; and ashamed that his dad now knew that he had

been physically disciplining his younger brother.

He was so confused; why should he be ashamed that his

father had found out he had been physically

disciplining his younger brother?  It was in the

system of social servitude and as his brother’s chief

overseer he was legally obliged to discipline Randall

for certain infractions.

The more Dean thought about it, the more he became

upset with his father’s treatment of him and with his

meddling into and the questioning of his affairs.  By

the time the meal was finally prepared, Dean was angry

with his father and decided, before calling Randall

in to join him for dinner, to give his father a call

on his cell phone and tell him to mind his own

business.

To Be Continued…

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