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

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Chapter 5

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...

Posted: 08/17/12