Boys Like You
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 2

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...

Posted: 07/27/12