Boys Like You

Part Five

By Randall Austin

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Earl offered encouragement to Dean in his resolve to

punish his brother, Randall. “You need to stand firm

in your conviction, accept that special ‘pride of

control’ feeling that goes along with dedicated

overseership, and know that what you are doing is an

act of pure brotherly love!  Go ahead, Dean, and do

what you have to do, and keep your eyes on what will

be the payoff of this discipline session; you will end

up with a more pliant and malleable Randy; as well as

a Randy that will be on the way to becoming labor

efficient and eager to please.  Again, it’s a win-win

situation!  In the end, everyone benefits.  But it is

Randy who will benefit most of all!”

Dean was satisfied, knowing that the desire he had to

severely punish his brother was not only justified,

but necessary, right and good.  Dean looked at his

brother with parted lips and his breathing deep and

measured.  Dean’s determined expression scared

Randall, who wanted to crawl into one of the cupboards

of the utility room in order to escape his brother.

When Dean approached Randall and grabbed him by the

shoulder, Randall whimpered, “Please Deano, don’t hurt

me!”

Dean did not answer but only pulled Randall forward by

his shoulder to face Earl.  Dean took Randall’s

whimpering submissiveness as a sign that Randall knew

he deserved punishment.  Dean was about to address

Earl, but Randall grabbed his brother’s arm. “Please,

please, Dean.  Don’t hurt me!  I’ll do whatever you

say.  I promise I’ll watch myself, be good, and do

whatever you say.”

Earl interrupted him, “You bet you’re going to do

whatever Dean says; you have no choice in the matter!”

Dean put an arm around his brother and spoke with

sincere affection, “Bro.  I’m sorry.  I hate that it’s

come to this.  But I’m not going to risk having you

slip into the Total Reform program.

Dean collected himself, took on a business-like

approach, and looked to Earl, “I believe this is

classified as an ‘ordinary infraction’?”

“You are exactly right.”

Dean wondered if the braces were damaged, and asked

Earl that if they were in fact damaged, would that

require extra, compensatory, punishment.  Earl

answered, “I don’t think you have to worry about Randy

having damaged the braces.  They’re pretty sturdy.

The folks who designed them are well aware that angry

slaves might try to hammer their way out of them.”

Dean calmed himself down somewhat, put a hand on

Randall’s shoulder, and in a voice that conveyed his

frustration spoke to him. “I shouted at you because you

made me very angry.  I’m pissed because you got

yourself into such trouble so soon.  I care about you,

and didn’t expect things to come to this point on your

first day of service.  We have to go ahead with this,

bro.  I hate it, but I love you more!”

Randall felt a need to explain his behavior, and did

so with a broken voice, “I was up in my room folding

my clothes, like you asked me to do and suddenly I

just started crying.  I broke down.  Then, Dean, I got

mad.  I didn’t know how to control myself.  I got

really angry and just came down here and started doing

this out of anger.”

Dean answered, “I know Randall.  I understand.”

As Earl and Dean looked at the frightened Randall,

Dean asked Earl if he could stay a bit longer to help

out with what needed to be done.

Earl was glad to oblige, “This is your first time,

best buddy and I’m not going to desert you now.”

Dean thanked Earl, “I’m going to go out to the car and

bring in all of the supplies Social Services gave me.

Earl, would you kindly take Randall into the living

room and prepare him for an ‘ordinary infraction’

discipline session?”  Earl nodded his consent and

offered a suggestion, “You don’t just want his

buttocks’ flap opened for this.  For his first

punishment to be memorable I think it would be best if

we got Randy servant-naked!”

Dean nodded, “Whatever you say, Earl.  I think you

know best.”  As Dean proceeded to his car parked out

in the garage, Earl placed a hand on Randall’s

shoulder and guided him back towards the living room.

As Randall was guided back to the living room, wearing

his jumpsuit, he felt like the lowest convict that

ever found himself in a concrete and steel prison.

From being a respected and influential, intellectual,

activist and violinist only this morning, to being

treated, just hours later, like a despised criminal

being herded towards a deserved punishment. Randall

felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he had never

before felt.  Worst of all, he felt, himself, like he

deserved what was coming.

The march to the living room marked a very dramatic

and new era in the Inslee household.  28-year old Dean

was now not only able to physically discipline his

18-year old brother, but was legally obliged to do so.

Both brothers could feel the change of status in the

very core of their beings; Dean as he brought the

servant supplies from Social Services into the house

and Randall as he wept and marched his way into the

living room under the watchful eye of Earl.  This was

not some game, this was real.  All three men in the

house knew that Randall was now indeed an errant

servant deserving of punishment.

Once in the living room Earl faced Randall, “Okay,

let’s get this jumpsuit off!”  Before Randall could

start undressing, Earl was unzipping the front of

Randall’s jumpsuit for him.  He pulled the zipper all

the way down to the crotch, and then reached into

Randall’s yellow servant boxer briefs, and unlocked

the leash from Randall’s genital cinch.  When he had

done that, he ordered Randall to finish disrobing

completely, “Sandals and boxer briefs are to come off

as well!”

Randall made sniffling sounds as he undressed.  Earl

loved watching sniffling slaves undress almost more

than anything else.

When Dean walked into the living room carrying a

bottle of baby oil and a tawse, Earl was incredulous,

“Dean, that tawse!  Is that what Social Services

supplied you with in your starter kit?”

Dean was curious, “Yeah.  Why do you ask?”

Earl was excited, “Boy, Iowa State Social Services has

come a long way!  That’s the Gropius 260, the same

model I use.  Randall is in for a real reckoning

session!”

Dean went right up to the naked Randall, who was

facing away from Dean and Earl and covering his crotch

with his hands.  As Dean started to guide Randall to

the couch, Randall again pleaded, “Dean.  Bro!”  Dean

continued guiding Randall to the couch, and Randall,

desperate, removed his hands from his genitals and

grabbed Dean by his upper arm, “Dean, how can you do

this?  We’re brothers!  Please give me one more

chance!”

Earl commented, “Dean, take a good look at what you’re

seeing.  This is a very typical scene; a servant

begging to be released from punishment.  Notice how

Randy, just like a real social servant, no longer

cares who sees his cock and balls; all he wants is to

get out of this punishment.  He’s already lost that dignity

common to free people.  All he wants is an easy way

out.”

Dean sat down on the couch and ordered Randall over

his lap.  Randall hesitated, but when Earl moved in

closer to assist, Randall draped himself awkwardly

over his brother’s lap.

Dean took the bottle of baby oil and opened it. “In

the ‘Tips and Pointers’ class for new guardians and

overseers, which I attended last weekend at Social

Services, they recommended the oiling of the buttocks

before a spanking.  They said the effectiveness of the

discipline is intensified.”

Earl added his knowledge, “That’s right.  It

intensifies the pain.  You do the same thing to the

shoulders and back if you’re going to be doing a

whipping.”

Dean squirted some oil onto Randall’s rump and started

rubbing it in.  Dean smiled as he massaged the oil

into both of Randall’s muscular buttocks. Earl

instructed, “Make sure that you oil up all the areas

you’re likely to be giving a swat to, so include the

sides of the upper legs and the inner thighs.”

Dean, reflecting, commented as he massaged his

brother’s buttocks, “I’m oiling up my little brother

for his first spanking as a social servant.”

Earl took out his digital camera and obliged, “It’s a

special moment.  Do you want some snapshots for the

family album?”

Dean was pleased, “Sure.  That would be great. Thanks

for thinking of it!”

Randall protested, “Dean, you can’t let him take

pictures of me like this, without any clothes.”

Earl snapped a picture and said, “Are you forgetting,

Randy, that you’re no longer, like, a free boy?”

Dean tried to comfort Randy, “its okay, Randy.  Earl

is right.  It doesn’t make any difference anymore.”

Randall squirmed, “What are you talking about ‘it

doesn’t make any difference anymore’?”

As Dean slipped an oiled hand in between Randall’s

thighs and massaged, he answered. “It doesn’t make any

difference if people see you naked now, since you’re a

social servant.”

Randall shouted out, “That’s bullshit!”, and turned

his face away from Earl’s camera when he saw him

taking aim.

As Earl snapped more pictures, he spoke to Dean,

“You’ll be happy with yourself if you keep a photo

record of everything starting from day one.”

Randall tried one more time, “Dean, I’m a human being.

You can’t let him take pictures of me like this.”

Dean tried to comfort his brother, “They’re just for

our family album, bro.  I don’t intend to show them to

anybody.”

Earl tried to lighten the mood, “Randy, I thought you

like having naked pictures taken of yourself.”  When

neither Dean nor Randall responded to Earl’s reference

about what was found on Randall’s computer, Earl

changed the subject. “Dean, I want to get a good shot

of you oiling up Randy’s behind.  Look at me and

smile.”  Dean obliged and Earl snapped the photo.

Dean had all the surfaces of Randall’s rear end that

he was likely to swat oiled, but for good measure he

took the baby oil and squirted a good amount more onto

the meat of Randall’s buttocks and rubbed it in.

Randall’s buttocks glistened as Dean, businesslike,

massaged the oil into his brother’s rear, as Randall

let out quiet sobs of humiliation.

Earl encouraged Dean, “That’s the way, Dean.  Get that

ass nice and shiny!”

Dean, entranced from oiling up his younger brother’s

buttocks for his punishment, was in reverie when he

picked up the tawse.  Earl broke the trance, “That

Gropius 260 is a serious pain tool, Dean, so be aware

of the fire power you’re wielding.”

Dean nodded, “I will”

In nervous anticipation, Randall started kicking, and

attempted to get off of Dean’s lap.  Dean held Randall

down and ordered him to stay still.  Earl came forward

holding up the leg brace key, “Here, let me help out!”

Earl locked both of Randall’s leg braces at the knee

lock, so Randall could not bend his knees.  When he

had finished, Earl patted Randall on his baldhead,

“There pal. Try kicking now!”

Randall realized he was indeed knee locked, and

distraught by his situation, pleaded, “Please Dean,

tell Earl to get out of here!”

Earl answered, “Don’t worry Randall. I have to leave

soon.  I’m just staying a little bit longer to help

you two bros out with your first discipline session.

I want to help make sure that this goes real smoothly

for the both of you.”

Dean picked up the paddle and looked questioningly at

Earl.  Earl gave Dean the thumbs up sign; Dean

shrugged his shoulders and raised the paddle for the

first blow.  Dean was surprised with the very first

stroke of the Gropius 260, because of its molded,

state of the art contour, moved through the air with

quite a bit of resistance.  When it made contact with

Randall’s right buttock the loudest sound ever heard

in the Inslee household erupted from Randall.

Randall’s scream caught Dean and Earl completely off

guard, and thus when Randall attempted to bolt, he

made headway.  But because his leg braces were set to

full lock mode, and he couldn’t bend his knees, he

rolled off of Dean’s lap.  Randall was quickly able to

grab on to the arm of the couch, and use both of his

arms to stand himself up.  When he tried to run away,

he found out that because his braces were locked at

the knee he couldn’t move without stretching out his

legs, and almost tripped.

Earl caught Randall and prevented him from falling

and, smiling, asked, “Trying to go somewhere?”  Earl

guided Randall back over Dean’s lap, and Randall

almost fell right back in place.  Earl then offered

help to Dean, “Let me help you, Dean.  I’ll hold Randy

down by the shoulders for the next couple of swats

until you regain control.  Then I’ll resume taking

snapshots of the session.”

It was a plan that worked.  Each swat of the tawse was

followed by a different kind of scream from Randall.

First a yell, then a plea, then choked crying, then a

promise to behave, then a shriek, then more promises

to behave.  Once Dean was comfortably in control he

was able to put one of his arms over Randall’s back to

restrain him, while he wielded the paddle with his

other arm.  Earl was able to leave his post holding

Randall down and return to his role as event

photographer.

Randall continued to try and get away and Dean was

frustrated, “Damn it, Randy, stay put!”

Earl suggested, “Remember, Dean, if a servant gets too

jumpy in that position you can always reach underneath

and grab their balls!”

When Randall again howled and begged his brother to

stop the tawsing, Earl was swift to offer Dean

encouragement, “Don’t let up now!  You’ve got your

little brother over your lap and he’s in need of

guidance real bad.  Show him he’s got an older brother

who loves him.  Lay into him with all you’ve got!”

The inspiration worked, and Dean kept firing away.

Earl continued, “I love little Randy too, man, so lay

some good ones on for me!”

Dean did.

As the last three swats were delivered, Randall cried

out, “Oh my gawwd Dean, please stop.  I can’t take

anymore.  I’ll do whatever you say.  I promise!”

Dean, like Randall, was glad that the punishment was

over, and freely admitted it to Earl, “You know, I

don’t think I could have given Randy the entire twenty

swats he had coming if it wasn’t for you being here,

Earl.”

“Thank you.  I was very happy to oblige.”  Earl

reached out and rubbed Randall on the head and with

his other hand touched Dean on the shoulder, “We had a

good session here, fellas!  You both did good!”

Dean helped the sobbing Randall stand up. Randall’s

face was soaked in tears, and Earl, still snapping

photos, got some close-ups.

Dean was struck by Randall’s steel-like,

purple-headed, hardon, “Jeeze!  What the fuck?”

As Earl snapped some shots of it, he explained, “Dean,

boners like that are the norm for ass work as severe

as Randy just received.  There’s a lot of high

pressure vascular action going on his rump area right

now, and it could be an hour or longer before it fully

subsides.”

Dean appreciated the explanation, “I see.”

Randall took some hobbled steps toward his jumpsuit,

which was lying on the floor.  As he tried to reach

for it, it was apparent he couldn’t bend down to reach

it.  Earl came forward with the brace key, “Here

Randy, let me ease up the brace setting for you.”

Dean stopped him, “No!  Earl, I want to keep Randy as

he is for a bit, until he settles down.” 

Earl agreed, “Good idea, Dean!”

Dean explained, “I think keeping Randy naked and

hobbled, with his oiled and paddled butt on display,

will help him face and accept the reality of his new

status.’’

Dean turned towards Randall, “Randy, I want you to get

back to your room and continue packing all of your

things away.  And I want to see some real progress

made on your packing.  I don’t want you dawdling up

there, because if I don’t see enough progress made on

packing your things away, I will not hesitate to

re-oil that proud-boy rump of yours and lay on some

more strokes of the tawse!  Do you hear me?”

Randall only looked at the floor, and Dean repeated

the question in a commanding tone, “Randy, I asked a

question!  Did you hear me?”

Randall mumbled “Yes”.  Dean was surprised, yet

pleased, at the firm tone he had just taken with

Randall.  Earl was so thrilled with Dean’s firm

approach that he almost wanted to high-five him.

Randall could not believe the officious tone his

brother had taken on.  It frightened Randall and

reminded him of the way Dean behaved in the past when

Dean would barge in on him in an inebriated condition.

Randall looked out the window again, saw that the sky

was still blue, and wondered if what was going on was

really going on.

Earl spoke quietly to Dean, but Randall could hear,

“Randy’s only been a servant for two hours, and

already you’ve had to oil up his butt for a waling

session.  I’m beginning to get a clue as to what kind

of servant Randall will be and as things are I

suspect that you’ll have to bring out the Gropius 260

with some frequency.  But I do know what could help

you to have fewer problems with Randy in the future.”

Dean was eager to hear what Earl had to say. “Both of

you need boundaries laid out; Randy needs to learn

basic social servant protocol and you, Dean, need to

be comfortable with the freedom of control you have as

Randy’s legally appointed overseer.”

It sounded good to Dean, and Earl explained,

“Remember, the ‘Stage One’ program Randy is in will be

concentrating on his therapy and counseling sessions,

and not a lot of time is spent turning the boys in the

program into fine tuned servants.  The reason for that

is the boys are put to work during the day in grunt

work for the county, and the overseers of those

programs have no need for the finer details of social

service.  They monitor the boys as they work and if

the boys are slacking or not following procedure, the

overseers simply either apply swift discipline or else

hand out demerit points.  They don’t care about

finesse.  It works and saves the county a fortune on

social servant training.”

“Now, if Randy fails the ‘Stage One’ program and is sent

on to the state’s five-year Total Reform Indenturement

Program, then that is a totally different story.  Even

though Total Reform is a forbidding and stringent

hard-labor program, the boys in that program are first

sent through a full seven-month training session.  And

that training doesn’t count towards the five-year

sentence, so the Total Reform program is actually

almost a six-year time commitment, when you count in

the 2-month long exit therapy program.  But because

the boys in the program are trained to a ‘T’ in social

servant protocol, the majority of them turn out to be

absolutely compliant quick-stepping, hard-labor

drudges, with few behavior problems.”

“Since Randy is, after all, a servant now, it would be

helpful to have him trained in some of the basics of

service protocol.  It could help make things go a lot

more smoothly around here, because then Randy would

have a clear picture of what are a servants

‘boundaries’.” 

“Dean, if you would like, I can have my neighbor’s

son, Simon Kettlestick, come over and train Randy in

the basics of service protocol.  Simon is only a

junior in high school, but his family is in the

business.  They own Kettlestick’s Social Services

Supply House.  Little Simon wants to be a professional

overseer when he grows up, and he already has a Level

‘C’ servant handler’s permit.  He’s eager for hands-on

experience, so I’m sure he’d be happy to come over

here and put Randy through the hoops without charging

you too much.  He’s a good kid.  You’ll like him,

Randy.”

Randy frowned, “Dean, I don’t want any high school kid

here trying to boss me around.”

Dean shook his head disapprovingly, “Randy, he’s not

going to be bossing you, he’s going to be instructing

you.  If you go to a doctor for an ailment and he

prescribes medication, are you not going to take the

medication if the doctor happens to be younger than

you are?  It sounds like Simon could be good for you.

Why do you think someone with his certificate is

called a ‘handler’?  They’re called handlers because

they’re trained to handle boys like you.  As a

certified handler, Simon should have a lot of valuable

pointers for you.”

Earl commented, “Randy, you need to know that the age

thing makes no difference when it comes to social

servants; servants follow orders whether they come

from an 8 year old or an 80 year old.  It’s an

important lesson you need to learn.”

Randall, despite his tawsing, was feeling an inner

defiance; what his brother called his ‘willfulness’.

The only thing that held his tongue in check was the

fear of another spanking, which he knew his brother

was now in the mood to do if he felt he needed it.

Randall hated the fact that his brother really had him

under his control and could discipline him if he

didn’t like his behavior.  But Randall’s nature

demanded that he respond, so he did so in what he

thought was a diplomatic manner, “Dean, I’m not going

to be any trouble, all I wanted to say was…”

Dean cut him off, “Not another word from you.  Up to

your room right now and start packing!”  Randall was

furious at Dean’s abrupt treatment of him, but did not

show it.  When he started to walk towards the stairs

that led to his bedroom, he could only do so with wide

spread legs, because of his locked braces.  As Randall

walked out he knew that both Earl and Dean were

watching him hobble out of the room and he hated

thinking of the fact that they were probably enjoying

seeing him walking in a hobbled fashion, with his

shiny, oiled, and reddened, behind on display for

them.

When Randall was out of the room, Earl commented,

“That red butt really looks good on Randy!  Do you

need any more proof that spankings really do work?”

Dean responded, “I was really surprised.  I could tell

that Randall was super pissed off right now.  Normally

I would have gotten nothing but lip from him.  But he

was definitely managing to curb his defiance just now,

and I liked it.  It’s a major change!”

Earl nodded, “As long as Randy knows he can expect

swift and severe discipline if he misbehaves, he’ll

keep himself in check.”  Earl paused, brushed his

nose, and said, “What was really great about this

session to me was that it proved that Randy really

knows that he’s a servant.  He’s not accepting it yet,

but at least he knows what he is.”

Dean asked how Earl knew such a thing and Earl

explained, “I’ve spanked lots of teen butts in my day,

both slave and free, and one thing I’ve noticed was

that…”

Dean stopped him in mid-sentence, “Hold on!  I know

that your family has always had servants and you’ve

been around them all of your life and have probably

spanked a lot of them.  But how on earth did you ever

get to spank free-boy teen butt?”

Earl smiled, “Good question.  I have two sisters and

both of them have a bunch of kids.  Whenever I would

baby sit for them through the years, which was often,

they would always insist that I hold their kids to the

same standards I held our servants to, treat them in

the same respectful way I treated our servants and

discipline them in exactly the same way I discipline

our servants.”

Dean laughed, “You lucky fuck!”

Earl winked at Dean and continued his explanation.

When you spank a teen butt, whether slave or free, boy

or girl, the butt jiggles, wiggles, and reddens in

exactly the same manner.  But what is different is

what comes out of their mouths as you spank them.

If you spank normal, free, teenagers they’ll howl,

cuss, and swear as they’re getting spanked.  But spank

teenaged social servants and they’ll carry on in

exactly the way Randy did during his tawsing just now;

promising to be good, promising to obey, promising to

do this and that, promising that they won’t be any

more trouble!  I guess servants behave that way

because they know that as servants they’ve have to take

extra punishment for back talk and there’s no way out

of it.  Servants soon learn that such punishments are

a regular part of their lives and shouting out

promises to behave at least insures that the

punishment won’t go on any longer than it has to.”

Earl paused and touched Dean’s left arm, “Anyway, the

good news is that you made real headway, buddy!  You

made a strong impression on Randy just now.  He now

knows that he really is a social servant.  And I don’t

think you’ll have any problem being a caring and

effective overseer. But he’s still holding onto a lot

of defiance that he’s keeping in check for now only

because he finally knows that you mean business.  But

I want you to know that there are ways of getting that

defiance out of a boy like Randy”, Earl slowed his

speech and emphasized each word, “and turning him into

a real sweet submissive.”

Dean asked quietly, “How is that accomplished?”

Earl looked into Dean’s face, and spoke quietly as

well, “Do you think you can handle what I have to

say?”

“Sure, Earl.  Why would I not be able to handle what

you say?”

“Well Dean, it is now your job to make sure that you

are meeting all of Randall’s needs.  After all, he’s

in your total control.  Boys who are slaves really do

want to rely on and trust their overseers, but they

need to know how much their overseer will be there for

them if they really do surrender themselves and trust

their overseers to take complete control of their

lives.  They really do want to feel comfortable

letting their overseers call all the shots in their

lives.”

“You, Dean, need to not only let Randy know that

you’re in total control of him, as you did very

successfully just moments ago; but Randy also has to

know that if he trusts you completely he will be

protected and rewarded in special ways that only an

overseer can offer well-behaving servants.”

Dean’s face showed that he was uncertain of Earls

meaning.  Earl continued, “Dean, you’ve got yourself a

real, live, servant now, so use it!  If you take full

advantage of the situation, both of you will be lot

happier.  If a servant knows that if he misbehaves he

will soon be punished, he will keep himself in check.

But if a servant knows you will also make him feel

very good, with special rewards, if he behaves, he

will be eager to please.  In case you didn’t know it,

Dean, servants look to their masters like schoolgirls

look to rock stars.  Totally obsessed and awed.  And I

know Randy looks up to you already.  Randy could be

one really, sweet, well behaved, pliant, little boy;

if you’re not afraid to offer him the things he

needs.” 

Dean asked, “What kinds of things?”

Earl smiled, “You have to find out for yourself what

Randy needs and wants.  That shouldn’t be too hard to

do, given that you’ve copied the entire contents of

his computer onto your hard drive.”

Earl’s comments had Dean deep in thought.  Earl knew

that Dean had been through an experience that was

almost as trying for him as it was for Randall.  He

figured Dean needed some time to himself, so he patted

him on the back, “I gotta run, pal.  You take care.

And keep me posted!”

Dean nodded, thanked Earl again, and Earl took his

leave. 

Dean leaned against the wall where Earl had left him

and looked at the staircase that led to the upstairs

bedroom where Randall was packing away his things,

doing as Dean had ordered.  Dean pondered his new

status as chief overseer of his brother.  It was a

sweet feeling.  He had intended to let Randall

continue packing his things away for a couple of

hours, but found he was having a hard time leaving

Randall alone.  He was like a kid with a new puppy.

He couldn’t leave it alone.

To Be Continued…

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