Boys Like You

Part Four

By Randall Austin

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(A Win-Win Situation)

Randall, Dean, and Earl, returned to the study and

took their seats around the coffee table once again.

Earl dug out the photos he wanted from his briefcase

and spoke, “I have to warn you, these photos are

pretty raunchy, but we’re all guys, right?”

Being back in his father’s study made Randy feel, this

time, very awkward.  The dark paneled room, with its

dark leather chairs, was in strong contrast to

Randall, wearing his yellow rehab jumpsuit.  Earl and

Dean, dressed in their young professional off-work

khakis and dress shirts, along with their styled hair,

also highlighted Randall’s bald, jumpsuited,

appearance. And Dean and Earl didn’t have to move

their legs in an awkward fashion, because they were

not wearing leg braces.

When Randall attempted to sit down, he realized that

the braces would allow his legs to bend into a sitting

position only very slowly.  As he sat there with Dean

and Earl he no longer felt the security he felt as a

talented young man when he took the very same seats

with them earlier in the day.  An air of depression

slowly descended on Randall, and there was within him

a longing to cry.  Things had moved too quickly in the

last hour, and he had no time to process them, to

assess them, and certainly not to accept them.

Earl was oblivious to Randall’s depressed state, and

smiled as he passed the first photo to Dean. “Here’s a

few shots of our slave, Brendan, alligator clamped.”

When Dean saw them he gasped, “Fuckinshit man!”

Earl explained, “I know it looks horrible, but it is a

totally humane form of punishment.  Dean, there’s a

set of alligator clamps in the starter kit which

Social Services gave you.”

Dean fleetingly wondered whether or not he should pass

the photo on to the depressed Randall, but decided

that he should.  When Randall saw the photo, it

literally gave him a scare, and he quickly moved it a

distance away from his face.

Earl spoke, “It looks bad, but it’s classified as a

totally humane procedure.  In assessing a punishment,

you always need to consider the alternatives.  Let’s

say a couple of days down the line Randall is sulking

and bitching, so you, Dean, do what the state manual

suggests and you paddle his ass real good.  But then say

that paddling makes him more defiant, what do you do

next?  According to the manual you use the tawse on

his arms, legs, and thighs.  But you can only do so

much of that before you’re in danger of breaking the

skin.  And it can be especially hell when it’s your

own dear brother, a really sweet kid, like Randall.” 

“That’s when you have to turn to ‘humane’

alternatives; procedures which in no way physically

traumatize the body.  Humane procedures you could use

on Randall are such things as locking him to the wall

so he can’t move, rinsing out his piss slit with

alcohol, securing a punishment lollipop in his mouth,

locking up his genitals in the chastity cage, or using

alligator clamps like the ones in the photos.”

Earl pointed out a clamp in the photo for Dean and

Randall, and explained. “Here’s how they work; you

take an alligator clamp, grab a fold of the flesh from

somewhere on Randy’s body, say his right bicep.  It’s

a soft clamp and will only pinch and burn if he

attempts to move.  This clamp has a chain that

attaches to another clamp, which you then attach to,

say, his right nipple.  The nipple clamp is attached

by a chain to another clamp, which in turn attached to

another part of his body, say to his left forearm;

that in turn is connected to a clamp on his left ear.

Anyway, you get him all clamped up, with as many as

twenty clamps, and soon he finds out that he can’t

move without causing himself pain.  But if he remains

perfectly immobile, he won’t feel a thing.  You then

just leave him alone to stew for a couple of hours.

After awhile, I guarantee it, Randall will be pleading

with you to release him, and promising to behave like

nobody’s business.”

“Even though these things look terribly uncomfortable

in the picture, the fact is that as long as the slave

remains immobile, he will be totally pain free.  It’s

only if he begins to wiggle and squirm that he will

feel the clamps tugging at his flesh.”

“And that is why the word ‘punishment’ really can’t be

used for this kind of discipline.  Because this is a

form of servant discipline classified as ‘enhancive’.

Enhancive discipline is actually salutary, so it is,

in fact, not only beneficial to the slave, but is an

outright good, positive, and nurturing thing to do to

a servant.”

Earl saw that Dean was getting more comfortable with

discipline if it was couched in positive terms, so he

continued his explanation, making sure he had the

attention of Randall as well. “Enhancive discipline is

not, of course, a new concept.  It is one form of

self-disciplines common to ascetics.  For example;

remaining immobile and contemplating on the truth of a

situation is common to many of the world’s leading

meditative practices.”

“It really doesn’t make too much difference which

humane punishment options you chose for Randy; be it

clamping, tethering, urethra rinsing, chastity

belting, caging, mouth washing, gagging or whether

or not you use one option or several at one time; the

important thing is that Randall is going to be

experiencing a safe, proven-effective, life enhancing,

experience.  And as a result, you will end up with a

more pliant and malleable servant; one that is both

labor efficient and eager to please.  It’s a win-win

situation!  In the end, all parties benefit, but Randy

benefits the most!”

“And that is why social servitude, if it’s approached

in the right light and accompanied by proper

directives, can be a form of self-enlightenment.

Far from being a negative experience, servitude can be

a positively life-enhancing experience if the

servant’s chief overseers are attuned to the goals and

values laid out in the program, and are committed,

rigorous, consistent, and fair, in the application of

discipline.”

“What this all comes down to, Dean and Randall, is

that the firmer you are with Randall, Dean, the more

you apply discipline in a consistent manner, and

reinforce good behavior with plenty of praise, the

more Randall will derive positive benefits from his

indenturement experience.”

Dean was impressed, “Gosh, thanks for explaining it to

us in this way, Earl.”

“No problem.  It’s my pleasure.  That’s why you asked

me to be here.”

For the shell-shocked Randall, Earl’s explanation

offered a more positive way of looking at his

situation, but he was not able to think clearly at the

moment about what he had just heard regarding

enhancive discipline.

Earl pulled out another set of photos.  “This next

pile of pictures is of our slave, Reginald.”  As Earl

put the photos in order he corrected himself, “Forgive

me guys.  I come from Florida, what can I say?  A

servant’s a slave in Florida, and slave’s a servant in

Iowa.”  He laughed, but Dean and Randall did not join

him.

Earl passed a photo to Dean, “Here’s a picture of

Reginald shaving in the bathroom.”

Dean commented, “He’s a handsome guy.”

Earl passed out another photo, “Oh yeah!  Dad only buys

‘good lookers’.  Here’s another picture of Reggie

loading some furniture into a moving van.”  He passed

out more photos and explained each.  When he passed

out one and said, “Here’s Reggie taking a shower”,

Dean exclaimed, “Wow, kind of personal.”

Earl was used to people new to the culture of

servitude needing time to get used to seeing openly

nude servants, “Remember, he’s a servant.  Privacy is

a non-issue for him, as it is for all servants, and

just as it was for Randall a little earlier when we

watched him shave his body, and I cinched him.  You’ll

both soon get used to that.”

“Here is the first of his punishment photos.  These

are photos of a punishment he received for buying a

bunch of stuff online without my permission.  Here you

can see him draped naked partially over my lap and

partially over the couch.  That tawse in my hand is

the ‘Gropius 260’.  It’s German made.  Its business

end is basically a 4 by 11 inch rectangular paddle

made of a state of the art synthetic called

‘plasti-leather’.  It’s totally synthetic and

designed for human flesh.  Even a light tap with that

baby feels like the worse stroke of a large hairbrush.

I’ll let you borrow it!”

As Earl passed the photos to Dean and Randall he

explained what they were looking at.

“Next picture you can see him twisting and yelping.”

“Next picture you can see him trying to jump out of my

lap.”

“The hand on his back trying to hold him down in this

next photo belongs to my friend, Andy, who is taking

the pictures.”

“In this next picture you can actually see the sheen of

sweat that has formed on his back.”

“Here’s a good close-up of his face in agony.”

“Here he is after the punishment and reclining on the

fuck-table with his legs spread and pulled up to his

chest.  It’s a good shot of his asshole.”

Dean swallowed hard and let out a “Wow!”

“Here’s a close-up of Reginald’s face.  As you can

see, he hated the fact that I was taking pictures of

the punishment even more than the actual punishment.

But believe me, he doesn’t ever go online anymore

without my permission.”

Dean commented, “He looks totally humiliated and

defeated.”

Earl smiled, “That’s the point!  Punishment coupled

with humiliation can really help drive a lesson home,

especially with straight macho boys like Reginald.”

After a bit Dean wondered, “So, why did you make him

get in that position, with his legs up exposing his

asshole?”

Earl lowered his voice, “Well, I didn’t fuck him after

the punishment, if that’s what you’re wondering.  But

I put him on the table just to remind him that, if I

want to, I can do whatever I want with him.  It’s good

to remind servants of that once in a while.”

Earl passed out the next picture, “Here’s Reggie after

his punishment standing on the punishment stool in the

middle of my living room with his hands in back of his

head.  Look at the boner on him!  They usually are

hard for almost an hour after a really severe ass

paddling like the one he got.”

Randall, who had been looking at the photos in shocked

silence, stared at the picture of Reggie standing on

the stool for a long time.  Earl noticed, “I keep them

on the punishment stool for about an hour after a

discipline session.  If their boners aren’t down by

then, they stay on the stool until they do go down.”

Earl passed out another photo, “Here, take a look at

this.  This is a photo of a UPSS delivery guy standing

next to Reggie on the punishment stool.  Look at the

smile on the face of the delivery guy.  He wanted me

to take a few shots of him with the naked slave for

his friends, so I obliged him.”  Earl passed out the

rest of the series of photos as Dean and Randall

reviewed them in silence.

When the last of the photos was examined, silence

continued as Dean nodded his head as if to say, “Quite

a set of photos!”  He affirmed what he meant once he

had collected himself, “Very informative.  Thanks a

lot, Earl.”

Dean turned to Randall, “What did you think, Randy?”

Randy nodded his head in a slow ‘no’ as if to express

disgust and say, ‘Don’t ask me’.

Earl opined, “I bet they’re making Randy think that it

just might be a good idea to start obeying!”

Dean and Earl nodded and smiled at each other.  Dean

spoke, “Earl, I want to thank you for spending time

with Randy and me today.  You have been really

helpful, and I know that your presence here has really

helped to make this day a lot less stressful for Randy

and me.”

Dean turned towards Randall, “I need to chat with Earl

for just a bit in private.  So, Randy, I’d like you to

go up to your room now and start packing everything

away in boxes.  Start by folding all of the clothes

hanging in your closest and sorting them into piles on

the bed.  Eventually everything in your room has to be

boxed and stored away: your clothes, books, electronic

equipment, your pictures, photos, posters on the wall,

all of your shoes, everything.  You can pack your

things in any way you want, so you will know where to

find them when you’re released from indenturement.

The only things you are not to store away are your

violin and music.  You will continue to practice your

violin for at least 90 minutes each evening.  Also,

put all of your hair grooming products and cologne in

my room.  You won’t be needing any of your hair

products, and I will be the one deciding on whether or

not I want you scented as you do your chores.”

The order to pack all of his things away made Randall

very angry and defiant and filled him with disgust

for his brother.  But he voiced no objection, as he

was happy to be able to get away from both Dean and

Earl.

As Randall hobbled out of the room both Dean and Earl

kept their eyes on him.  Earl wished he had such a

young, handsome, jumpsuited, morsel among his own

servants.  Not that the servants he controlled were in

any way lacking.  After all, his father only purchased

‘good lookers’.  But as with so many of life’s

pleasures, for many people, the more one has, the more

one wants.  When Randall was out of sight, Earl

commented, “He looks good in that jumpsuit.”

Dean answered, “Randall has always looked good in

whatever he wears.  I’m not surprised he looks good in

a yellow servant jumpsuit.”

Earl tapped Dean on the arm, “You have to admit,

though, it sure was satisfying seeing him get tamed

down.”

Dean answered, “It was.  I was surprised that I found

it so satisfying.  But I’m worried about him.  He

seems so down.”

Earl put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, “It’s never

easy, buddy.  Especially, the first couple of days.

But you’ll both ease into it within a few days.  You

need to know that so you can stand really firm at this

period of Randall’s life so that you can give him the

help he needs.  And you’re only going to help your

brother if you follow, strictly, the guidelines Social

Services laid out for you.  Do you think you’ll be

able to handle it?”

Dean nodded, “I think I can do it.  Your

forthrightness here today has really helped both Randall

and me get a good handle on this whole business of

servitude.  I can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to, Dean.  It was my pleasure.”

Dean shuffled, “What I wanted to ask you in private

was about something you said about Reginald.  On that

table after his paddling with his legs spread and

pulled to his chest… umm, you said you wanted to

remind him that you could do anything to him you

wanted.”

Earl understood Dean’s unspoken question and smiled.

“Make sure that you read Social Services pamphlet

#4480.  #4480 spells out in clear terms what a ‘social

servant’ is, and an owner’s or overseer’s rights and

responsibilities.  I’m sure there’s a copy of it in

the supplies Social Services gave you.  If not, go to

their website and get it online.  It will make it

clear to you that social servants do have full

protection under the law.  But they are servants and

they are property.  Basically, you cannot unduly

punish a servant.  But a servant cannot take offense

at any non-violent action.  So if you should ever

swear at it, call it names, put your hands on it to

guide it, touch it in any way you want, those actions

are no different than if you had sworn or touched,

say, your refrigerator.”

“Pamphlet 4480 explains that humiliation is not

regarded as punishment, thus it can never be regarded

as undue.  A little humiliation never hurt a servant,

and most often it does a lot of good.  Reginald and I

are actually very good friends.  We play chess almost

every day.  But he knows his place because I keep him

under tight reign, but in a manner that is fair.  He

knows his boundaries and stays where he belongs

because he knows what happens if he doesn’t.  Under

the guidelines spelled out in Social Services

publication number 4480 servants are property first

and foremost.  It doesn’t mean we don’t treat them

with the respect due a human being; it only means that

we are allowed to treat their servant status

objectively.”

“And regarding indentured siblings; to preserve the

required objective approach in dealing with them, all

matters of blood relationship are wiped out, legally,

once one becomes indentured. Thus, if someone is

indentured and his parents die, all of his inheritance

would then be divided among his siblings. He would be

entitled to nothing.  Randall is a servant first and

your blood relationship is no longer of any

consequence.”

“To give you some idea of how entrenched this notion

is, let me give you an example. In the conservative

South, if a male has sexual relations with an

indentured sister, it is not classified as ‘incest’.

In some states such an act would still be considered a

crime, but it is not classified as incest.  Of course

things are a little more levelheaded here in the

Mid-West.  But even here in little old Iowa, a servant

is meant first and foremost to serve, is expected to

serve, and is legally bound to serve in whatever way

you request.”

Dean nodded, pleased to hear that the general

guidelines on the status of servants and on the

handling of social servants seemed reasonable and made

sense to him.

Earl continued, “Certain categories of servants have

more limitations.  The self-indentured can specify

what kind and degree of servitude they want.  But

someone in the rehabilitative indenturement program,

like Randall, is your basic, ‘bottom-of-the-rung’

social servant with no strings attached.”

Dean took everything in that Earl said with great

interest.  He felt that his bond of friendship with

Earl had been strengthened today, and so he had no

hesitation in placing his hand affectionately on

Earl’s shoulder. “Thanks for everything.”

Earl felt the same way and gave Dean a hug.  As Dean

led Earl down the hallway towards the kitchen, in

route to the house’s garage exit, Earl spoke. “Don’t

hesitate to call me with any questions that arise.”

Dean was grateful, “I’m sure I’ll be phoning you a lot

in the days ahead.  Thank you so much for the offer.”

As they passed the utility room they heard a loud

clinking sound; a sound like metal striking metal.

Dean stopped in his tracks, “Did I hear something?  I

don’t have the washing machine running.”

Dean entered the utility room followed by Earl.

Sitting on a stool with his left leg up on his right

lap was Randall.  His jumpsuit had been pulled up

passed the knee, and Randall was striking at the knee

setting’s control lock on his leg braces with a pair

of pliers.

Earl was first to exclaim, “What the fuck?”

Dean shouted, “Randall!”  Randall quickly put his leg

down and pulled his jumpsuit back down over his leg.

“Social Services is only loaning us these supplies.

Do you know how much that pair of control braces

costs?  Over $500!”

Randall was scared, and like a truly frightened child

his face displayed fear as he tried to explain

himself, “Dean, I don’t know what happened.”

Dean, extremely angry, roared, “Shut up, you fucking

little shit!  I’ve been trying to make this whole

thing as easy as possible for you.  And all you can

give me is your usual willful behavior.  I’ve had

quite enough!”  Randall, worried, backed further away

from Dean.

Dean paused a bit but his anger did not abate, so he

continued venting, “This kind of behavior is the

reason you’re in this program, hotshot!  It’s the

reason you’re wearing that yellow jumpsuit!  Take a

look in the mirror and examine yourself, Baldie!  Face

the music!  You’re a braced, collared, cinched, and

shaved, social servant in a yellow jumpsuit!”

Dean shook his head in disgust and continued, “This

little action of yours is so typical of you.  Mom and

Dad have given you any and everything you ever wanted,

but when they would asked you for a little something

in return, some concession on your part, if it wasn’t

to your liking, then there was no way you’d give an

inch.  Same thing here today; I sign myself up as your

chief overseer so you can stay at home, I bring Earl

here so you can avoid the stress of going out to the

processing center, I lay the plan out for you clearly,

and let you know you’ve got my 100% total support, and

then you, the first moment you’re out of my sight, go

and try to destroy state property!”

Dean walked up to Randall, who cringed, and put his

face next to that of his brother, “Let me tell you

something Randy; this attitude of yours isn’t going to

fly anymore!  Not anymore.  Not with me in charge!”

“When I think about what you were doing, I realize how

pathetic you really are; there you were whacking away

at something that didn’t belong to you, just like some

punk breaking stuff for the fun of it.  But Randy, you

need to face something, work-boy; you’re no longer a

pouffed up, hotshot, free boy!  No sir!  You are an

indentured servant who has to do whatever I say.  You

have no choice in the matter but to obey my every

order, exactly as I say!  And I say you’re due for a

major ass whipping!”

Randall was once again terrified of his brother, as he

had not been since the last time his brother assaulted

him while drunk, over four years ago.  He started to

cry in fear, “Dean, I’m sorry.”

Dean lowered his voice, confident in his disapproval

of his brother’s behavior, “I bet you are!  But it’s

too late now for you to get out of what you have

coming.  I’ve already given you a second chance.”

Earl was glad to see Dean getting firm, and thought

that some encouragement from him could help fortify

Dean’s determination. “That’s the way, Dean.  You are

on the right course, so just do what you have to do.

And remember; don’t think for one moment that the

punishment you are about to give your brother is in

any way a bad thing, a wrong thing, or a less than

good thing.  In fact, it is the opposite.  Such a

punishment session, if you deliver it with

determination and whole-hearted conviction, will be a

totally life-enhancing, life-enriching, experience for

Randy.  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!”

To Be Continued…

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