Boys Like You

Part Two

By Randall Austin

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When he had collected himself, Randall signed the

three documents affirming that he had seen them.

Dean collected the documents and returned them to his

folder.  Dean explained, “In the folders I gave you,

Randy and Earl, are copies of the requirements of the

‘Stage One’ program, plus a daily work and class

schedule for Randy.  Randy, starting on Monday, every

weekday morning you will be catching the 7:30 bus and

going…”

Randall interrupted, “Hold on.  I’m not taking the

bus.  I’ve got a car.”

Dean shook his head ‘no’ with a look of sheepish

regret, “Sorry, Randy.  People in the rehabilitative

indenturement program are not allowed to drive.  One

of the things that’s on my ‘to do’ list from Social

Services is to confiscate your driver’s license, all

of your identification cards and badges, all of

your credit cards and your car keys.  It is now illegal

for you to drive.  And the state has already frozen all of your

bank accounts.”

Randall was slowly beginning to feel less like the man

he was only an hour ago. 

Dean noted Randall’s resignation, “Randy, you pretty

much aren’t allowed to do any of the things you are

used to doing without my permission.  Even such a

thing as going out of the house has to be with my

permission.  And if you ever do go out in public, you

must always be wearing the special yellow jumpsuit

that folks in the rehabilitative indenturement program

have to wear at all times.  And so just to be on the

safe side, I want you wearing it at all times, even

here in the house.”

“Dean, what the hell?”

“Look bro, if you were to be spotted wearing something

other than that jumpsuit I would be fined, and it

would be a mark on your record.  Too many marks and

we’re talking about losing five years of your life.

I’m in charge, and I’m not going to let anything bad

happen to you.  We are not taking any risks.  So

you’re to be jumpsuited at all times, even in the

house, except when you’re on naked time.”

In disbelief Randall asked, “What did you say?”

Dean explained, “In your folder I’ve photocopied some

of the general guidelines on control the State gave

me.  It basically outlines various unacceptable modes

of behavior, and what I am legally required to do in

response should you ever display such behavior.  I

just copied it for you to let you see what I’ve been

saddled with.  I sure in the hell hope it never comes

to me having to do any of that stuff.  In public I

would have no choice but to act according to the

guidelines.  But here at home I do have some

flexibility and can take into account extenuating

circumstances regarding any misbehavior.  But one of

the recommended responses to a servant in the rehab

program who is sulking, sullen, or in any way

displaying ill humor is to order them to disrobe.

Apparently keeping a servant naked does wonders for

attitude problems.”

Earl nodded and joined in the conversation, “It sure

does.  I can testify to that.  It’s amazing, really.

A totally safe and humane procedure that works

wonders.”

Dean asked Earl if he used naked time frequently.

“Not really.  I don’t have to anymore.  I think the thing

that you will soon find out and be the most surprised

by in your first months of guardianship is that

discipline really works, especially if it’s memorable

enough for the servant.  I know that when we made our

servant Peter go bare for a day it had a dramatic

effect on him, and he has been super agreeable ever

since.  I just bet if it ever comes around that you

need to do it to little Randall; have him hobbling

around the house in his braces, all baby-naked,

bald-headed and jug-eared; it would make him think

twice about ever pouting again.”

Randall wanted to escape.

Dean continued, “As I was saying, starting on Monday,

every weekday morning you will be catching the 7:30

bus and going downtown to the Social Services

building.  From 8 to 3 each day you will be working

for the City Parks Department.  You’ve seen those

green vans pull up to the bus stops, then the doors

open and four or so yellow jumpsuited social servants

in the rehab program jump out and empty the trash,

pick up the paper, debris, and trash, scrape the gum

off the pavement, hop back in the van, and then go on

to the next trash container, public restroom, or bus

stop.  That’s what you’ll be doing.  Then after your

workday, they take you back to the Social Services

building, and from 3 to 7 PM you attend various

counseling sessions and rehab classes.  Then after

classes you catch a bus and come directly back home.”

Randall swallowed, “Those boys in the yellow jumpsuits

are in the rehabilitative indenturement program?”

Dean nodded, “Yup!”

Randall was looking more and more like a little

brother to Dean as his face furrowed, “But those boys

are bald and they walk funny, like they got shit in

their pants.  And some of them have weird giant bulges

in the crotches of their jumpsuits.”

Earl answered, “That funny walk of theirs is due to

their leg braces.  When they work in public the braces

are tightened to a number 7 or so.  Once you’re at

home, Dean is allowed to take the setting down to a 2

or 3, so it’ll give you more freedom of movement.

I’ll be showing Dean how to fix the settings when I

brace you up in just a little bit.”

Almost every word stunned Randall, and he listened in

silence as Earl continued, “And that bulge in their

crotch is the genital cage that attaches to the

genital cinch which I’ll be fitting you with in just a

little bit as well. The cinch is a metallic band studded with

shanks that go around the base of the cock and

balls.  The shanks make it easy to attach a cage that

locks away your genitals.  The model used here in Linn

County is quite a large contraption, but it’s

lightweight and completely protects the genitals from

any possible stimulation.  That’s why it makes such a

big, noticeable bulge in those servants’ jumpsuits.

If you see a servant boy in the rehab program with a

big bulge in the crotch of his jumpsuit, you know he’s

been naughty.  But that genital cage is what helps

naughty boys get back to being nice boys, real

quickly.  That’s the way they do punishment in the

rehab program, totally humane.  Dean’s got one of

those cock cages in his car, so we can show you what

it looks like up close.”

Dean joined in, “The cinch is standard on all

criminally indentured servants and those in the rehab

program.  It’s only a precaution.  If mom and I feel

that you’re not getting with the program, and it looks

like you could be in danger of not passing ‘Stage One’

successfully, then I would attach the cage to your

cinch.  Or, even though boys in the rehabilitative

indenturement program aren’t allowed access to

pornographic materials and that’s one of the reasons

the experts thought the ‘Stage One’ program would be

the right one for you; if I feel there is something

going on with your compulsive sex problem, say you

were always getting boners during your inspections or

such things, then I might have to go ahead and slap

that cage on you.  So no more unaccompanied time on

the computer for you, bro.”

Randall asked angrily, “What are you talking about

‘inspections’?”

“Randy, I’m not sending you off each morning without

making sure that there’s not a stubble of hair on your

pubes, pits, or pretty face.  They want you shaved

tight and clean, and I’m fined if you show up at work

not properly trimmed and kitted.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “I know that it all

sounds medieval, but the officials at DSS that mom and I

have spoken with, and all the material we’ve read, say

that genital-control is one of the most effective and

humane methods of discipline and control.”

In an attempt to lighten Randall’s concern, Earl

touched Randall affectionately, “You’re little noodle

is under your brother’s control now, Randy, so you

better be a good boy!”

Randall looked dazed, and Dean was concerned, “Look

Randall, just face it.  That’s the best way to get out

of a problem; face it and deal with it.  And the fact

is that you may have a problem; a compulsive obsession

with pornography.  I mean, bro, I’ll be honest; I

certainly enjoy looking at pictures of naked babes.  I

like a little porn now and then.”  Dean looked at Earl

and smiled, “Hell, who doesn’t?  But we found

thousands and thousands of pictures on your computer.

Don’t say there’s not a problem.  Then add to that,

mixed in with all those thousands of pictures of mainly

naked guys, are pictures of you posing like the best

of them.  You had your body all oiled up in some of

the pictures, you’re in weird poses, you got your hair all

done up like a whore-boy, and even doing muscle-boy

poses with an erection.”  Dean saw Earl shaking his

head in disbelief.  “So, Randy, don’t go saying you

don’t have a problem of some kind.”

When Randall just looked down without saying anything,

Earl spoke, “Don’t feel bad, Dean.  I’ve got a little

brother, too, who has a serious wanking problem.  It’s

embarrassing for me to admit it, so I know how you

feel.”

Randall looked like he would finally break down in

tears, so Dean faced him and grabbed both of his

shoulders, and give him a big smile, “Look at me, bro.

Now give me a smile.”  When there was no smile

coming, Dean continued anyway, “Now don’t you get bent

out of shape Randy. 

All of these things are just precautions.  We’re only

doing this to you because we love you.  You’re not

like some total creep or anything.  Remember, the

‘Stage One’ program is designed to help and protect

you, not punish you.

There are hundreds of other guys out there just like

you who need the extra support that a program like

this can give.  Boys like you need to be taken by the

hand and given a little extra help and protection, a

little direction, that’s all.  I want you to know that

being in this role feels really special to me.  It

even feels good.  I think this whole experience is

going to help us bond with each other in a really

meaningful way.”

Almost inaudibly Randy asked, “What about school?”

“Your college has already been notified that your

studies have been postponed for one year.  The ‘Stage

One’ program demands your full time cooperation, so

you will not be continuing with your studies while in

the program.  So you will be set behind one year.  But

again, and this is important, the experts at Social

Services explained to us that for someone like you who

is so accustomed to success, being set back a year

will have a salutary effect, in the long run, on your

self-image.  It’s all a part of what makes for an

effective rehab program.”

Randall snorted, “I don’t get it!”

Dean explained, “The psychiatrist at Social Services

explained to mom and me that one of the things you

needed was to be brought down a peg or two.  He

explained that being set back in your academic studies

would sort of get you off your kind of ‘high horse’

thinking, where you take all of your success in life

for granted.  He said it’s one of the things the

program offers that really helps boys in the program;

helping them realize that no one is independent, and

that we all need to be team players.  According to the

psychiatrist, boys like you get into trouble because

you find life too easy, and that’s why you feel like

you are specially entitled. And that is also the reason

that you are subconsciously sinking into a self-destructive

mode by spending all of your time on that porn shit and

letting yourself get arrested.”

Dean wasn’t sure if he had explained that exactly the

way the psychiatrist had, but he continued anyway.

“The neat thing about the timing of this, it being mid

August, is that it won’t interrupt your schooling in

mid-term.  That way, if you successfully conclude the

‘Stage One’ program, you can enter your first year of

college, just delayed by one year. 

It’s fairly common for kids to not enter college right

out of high school.  A lot of them take a year off to go

traveling, and such.”

Randall looked towards the window in the study, gazing

at the blue sky, “I just don’t know about any of this.

I’m going to give dad a call.  He’ll get me out of this.”

Dean was hurt, “Randy, what you just said was kind of

like a slap in the face to me.”

Randall was surprised, “How so?”

“Mom told me once, when dad first left us, that I was

to take extra good care of my little brother now that

he didn’t have a dad around all the time.  And I did

that bro.  I did my best to be there for you.  I was

like a father to you.  I drove you to school, picked

you up from your music lessons, and I helped you in your

studies.  Suddenly all I’ve done for you is nothing

and you want to run to dad.”

Randall was surprised to find out he had hurt Dean’s

feelings, “No, Dean.  That’s not what I meant at all.

I appreciate all you’ve done for me.  I’m just saying

maybe dad can offer some different kind of help for

me, get me out of this legally.”

“Randy, little brother, have you forgotten?  Dad’s not

the only lawyer in the family.  I’m a lawyer too.  And

I know, probably better than dad, what your options

are.  You don’t need to go running to him.”

Dean paused a bit, and then realized he needed to help

Randall understand the depth of his concern for him,

“Randy, I instigated this whole thing.  I was the one

who was even more worried for you than mom was.  Don’t

you understand that I’m the one who sort of got the

ball rolling on all of this?  I was the one who knew

that it was important to get you some kind of help.  I

looked at all of the options, and then I acted on my

concern.  I’m the one who directed mom to the Social

Services web site and showed her the help they could

offer us.  I think I know a little bit more about

what’s going on with you than dad does.  And now

you’re acting like what I’ve done for you has been

nothing but to mess up your life rather than to try

and help you.”

“Please, Dean.  Don’t be hurt.  I know you care about

me.  I wasn’t trying to put down all of the things

you’ve done for me.  I’m sorry.”  Randall couldn’t

believe that his brother was hurt that he had

mentioned seeking help from his father, and he also

couldn’t believe that he was apologizing for having

done so.  He was confused. 

He was also completely caught off guard when Dean came

up to him and hugged him, “Thanks Randall.  Your

apology means a lot to me.”  The hug felt good to

Dean, “It feels kind of good having you under my

control again, Randy.  It’s like having a little

brother to care for all over again.”

Earl, too, was enthusiastic, “This is great.  You two

are really a couple of cool looking brothers.”

Dean grabbed Randall’s chin tenderly, and spoke

quietly, “Come on, Randy.  Try to relax, just for me.”

He looked sincerely into his brother’s face, “How

about a smile?”

Randall needed to relax, so he gazed into his older

brother’s face and accepted the comfort that was being

offered, and after a bit he smiled into the face of his

older brother.  When, next, Dean tightened his hug as

much as he could, Randall realized that before his

indenturement his brother would never have hugged him.

As he finally allowed himself to relax in his

brother’s embrace, Randall wondered, if only for a

moment, if maybe such a brotherly hug was well worth a

year of indenturement.  The hug felt wonderful to

Randall.  And he figured it must have felt wonderful

to Dean, as well, because it went on for so long.

And Randall was especially surprised when Dean started

to slowly rock back and forth as he clasped him in his

arms.  Randall almost forgot his predicament.  He felt

his brother’s lips touch his ear, and suddenly he felt

wonderful.  He then heard his brother whisper, whisper

his name. 

He could not comprehend the rare ecstasy

that so comforted him.  He felt the warmth of his

brother’s breath on his ear, whispering, “Okay, little

guy.  Let’s get you into the bathroom.  It’s haircut

time!”

To Be Continued…

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