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

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Chapter 10

On Tuesday June 21, one day before Randall's scheduled processing surgery, Dean fed Randall breakfast in bed; a bed to which Randall was bound to by plasti-chains attached to his ankle and wrist cuffs.

Randall's eyes were red from crying throughout the night. Dean attempted to comfort Randall, "Earl will be here to keep you company all day. You two can chat and play cards. I want you to relax and just have a good time."

Even under normal circumstances Randall would have been unable to have a good time with Earl, Dean's best friend who Randall considered to be boring. To Randall, Earl was basically an educated yahoo; maybe he had a few facts in his brain, but he was a yahoo nonetheless. And Randall never understood why Dean became such good friends with Earl.

When Earl arrived to 'baby sit' Randall, Dean told Randall to be nice to Earl, "If Earl hadn't agreed to babysat you, I would have had to hire a state certified handler and you know what those guys are like."

"Randy, I'm going to be seeing dad this morning. Is there anything you want me to say to him?"

"Yes, tell him to come and see me today."

Dean looked at Randall, and replied without addressing his request, "Then later in the afternoon I will be meeting with my contact person at Social Services. They've got a bunch of papers they want me to sign and a bunch of information for me. But I'll tell you something Randy. I'm not signing anything that isn't good for you." Dean said goodbye to Randall and Earl and left.

Randall knew better than to put too much hope in Dean's parting statement.

***

Dean could not recall the last time he had been in his father's office. The legal firm of 'Inslee, Bishop and Brown' was successful, with a good statewide reputation. His father's relatively modest looking office didn't match his firm's reputation.

Actually, Dean could not recall the last time he had seen his father, Brian Inslee. He thought it was during the December holidays, but he couldn't be sure, it could have been during Thanksgiving. The visits were always the same; Brian would attend a family gathering in mid-celebration, express his love, hand out presents and leave before anyone had been able to get engaged in any conversation with him beyond formal greetings.

The secretary ushered Dean into his father's office immediately upon arrival. The first thing Dean noticed was that his father's usual cheery manner was not in evidence. His father did not even exchange pleasantries. Seated at his desk, Brian asked Dean as he was being seated, "How did this happen?"

Dean was caught off guard by his father's serious and businesslike tone. Dean looked about as he stretched his lips, shook his head, "Randall, the little shit was concealing from me the fact that he was racking up demerit points on his job."

Brian looked straight at Dean, "Oh, so you're blaming Randall for this?"

Dean's eyes opened wide, "Sir?"

"You're blaming Randall for Social Services' decision to send him into the Total Reform program?"

Dean was perplexed, "Well.... yeah!"

Brian kept staring at his son, "So you get your brother into rehabilitative servitude, you agree to be his controlling guardian and you don't ever once bother to call up your contact in the records department and find out how he's doing?"

"Dad, Randall and I had an agreement. He told me he would report every infraction and demerit point he had racked up on the job and at his counseling sessions."

Brian paused before asking, "And why didn't he report his offenses to you, Dean?"

Dean, unprepared, blurted out, "Well.....", and found himself not knowing how to proceed.

Brian continued gazing at Dean in silence.

Dean knew that 'well' would not serve as a sufficient answer for his father.

When Dean was unable to answer the question, his father asked again, "Dean, I want to know why your brother was not reporting his infractions to you!"

Dean did not like the tone his father was taking with him. Dean had gone to his father looking for aid and support and suddenly he found himself under scrutiny. "Well, Dad, you know how kids are. They just don't 'fess up' to the things they do."

Brian continued almost before Dean had finished with his answer, "Why wouldn't Randall tell you about his infractions if it was in his own best interest to do so? Randall's a pretty damn smart kid. Why would he conceal from you the way he was being treated by his overseers?"

"As I've said, Dad, just as you did, I expected Randall, because he is so smart, to be a little more mature about this than he was. I guess I trusted him too much. He's my brother after all."

Brian wanted an answer and like the ace lawyer that he was, tunneled for an answer, "Dean, I want to find out how this happened. Plain and simple! You must have asked Randall why he didn't report his infractions. When you asked him that question, I want to know exactly what Randall's reply was."

A little sweat broke out above Dean's eyebrows, "He said something like that he was intimidated by the system."

Brian was incredulous, "He said he was intimidated by the system?"

Dean was getting defensive, "Something like that, Dad. I don't recall."

"Who is with Randall right now?"

When Dean told his father that Earl was watching Randall, Brian reached for his cell phone. Dean asked, "What are you doing, Dad?"

"I want to talk to Randall."

Dean tried to stop him, "Not a good idea, Dad. He's real distraught right now."

Brian dialed, "I'll bet he is. Wouldn't you be, too?"

When Brian ignored his son and kept dialing, Dean stood up and went over to his father's desk and grabbed the phone away from his father's hand. Dean turned the phone off and went back to his chair with his father's cell phone in hand.

When Dean sat down, he saw that his father was staring at him. Dean spoke, "Look Dad. It's been hard on us. It's been hard on me. How do you think I feel?"

His father's tone was serious, not angry, "You should be feeling like you let your brother down. If he is just a kid, as you say, then all the more you should have been taking the initiative and tried to see how he was being treated by his overseers in the program."

After a pause, his father ordered, "Now give me the phone back. I want to talk with Randall."

Dean collected himself, "Listen, Dad. Mom and I lived with Randall. We saw the stupid things he was doing with his activist pals. Putting himself in harm's way all the time. Yes, he was precocious, but he was also immature. I know Randy a lot better than you do. I've read his journal and things and I can tell you he was indeed one idealistic lad, but he also was one who was willing to do stupid, dangerous, things in order to make a point."

Brian interrupted Dean, "And so, therefore, why can't I talk with my son?"

"Because you're blaming me for this and you don't have a clear picture of what mom and I went through. How do you think we felt every time we had to go and bail Randy out of jail, just watching him getting himself into more and more trouble?"

Dean felt he now was on a tack where he could get through to his father, so he continued, "Mom and I would have talks with Randy about his behavior and then what would he tell us? He'd tell us you had called him and congratulated him on getting arrested and told him to keep up the good work! Every time he was arrested, you would call and congratulate him and spur him on to more arrests!"

Brian jumped in, "Yes, I did. What does all of this have to do with the fact that you and your mom put all of your efforts into getting Randall put into the 'Stage One' Rehabilitative Indenturement program?" There was silence. Brian readjusted his position in his chair, "Would you mind answering that question?"

Dean was upset that his dad seemed to be against him. "As I've said, Dad. It was a hard time for mom and me. We did what we thought was the best thing for Randall."

Brian was not interested in arguing, "All right. Good. Now give me back my cell phone."

When Dean was hesitant to return the phone, Brian, more than ever before, wanted to talk to his son. So Dean decided to change tactics and opened wide his doe-like eyes, which his father could never resist, "Listen Dad. It's almost lunchtime. Can we go out to lunch together? It's been a long time since we've been able to spend time together. I'll buy you lunch. What do you say?"

Brian relaxed his examination and gave into his son, "Sure. That'd be great!"

As Dean followed his father out of his office, he sighed in relief.

***

After Earl had read the morning paper while having a cup of coffee in the kitchen, he made his way up to the bedroom where Randall was secured to the bed. He opened the door quietly, saw the yellow jumpsuited and barefoot Randall sprawled out on the bed, tugged at his crotch and made his way to the bed. Randall, whose eyes were closed, was startled when Earl sat on the bed.

Earl, with his lips parted slightly, just gazed at Randall. Randall was worried by the fact that Earl wasn't saying anything, so he asked, "What's up?"

Earl answered in almost a whisper, "You look so fucking hot to me, right now, all worried and frightened the way you are. A little deer caught in the headlights."

Randall didn't know what to make of the comment. After a moment, Earl undid the cuff about Randall's wrist to which the plasti-chain was attached that secured him to the bed. Randall said, "Hey, thanks", but stopped thanking Earl when Earl reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit and unzipped it down to Randall's crotch. Earl reached around Randall and pulled the top half of his jumpsuit off. When Randall was bare-chested, Earl put the wrist cuff back on Randall and locked it.

Earl then unlocked Randall's ankle cuff and pulled his jumpsuit completely off. Once Randall was naked, Randall asked if Earl was going to let him take a shower, but when Earl snapped the ankle cuff back on and locked it, Randall knew he wasn't about to be allowed to shower.

As Earl started to remove his clothing, Randall asked, "What are you doing?"

Earl only smiled and undressed in silence. Randall watched. As depressed as Randall was, he nevertheless could not take his eyes off of the undressing Earl. As Earl's clothes came off he realized, finally, why Dean was probably a friend of Earl's. Earl may not be smart and original, but he was sleek and very sexy. And when Earl's cock came flopping into view, Randall swallowed hard.

As Earl swaggered slowly towards the bed, Randall asked again, somewhat frightened, "What's going on?"

Earl showed his teeth, "You're a Total Reform boy now, so you don't go asking questions. But I'll go ahead and tell you what I'm going to do anyway. I'm going to fuck you. They say that hard-labor boys are one hot fuck. They say that once a boy realizes he really is a drudge, a beast of burden, he starts feeling like one and the fuck is sheer animal delight. So I intend to find out."

Randall, truly frightened by Earl's authoritarian attitude warned Earl, "You're not doing any such thing. You have no right. I'm telling my brother on you. You can't do this."

As Earl stood over the bound Randall, he smiled and slowly started jacking his dick, "Go ahead and tell him. I'm sure he won't mind. Your brother owes me one. Actually, he owes me big time! He won't care what I do to you."

Randall asked, "What do you mean he owes you?"

Earl continued smiling and jacking as he stood over the naked and secured Randall. "Remember when you were first indentured and I brought over those punishment photos of my two servants, Brendan and Reginald? Well Dean has had the hots for Reginald ever since he saw those pictures. So one time when he was over at my place we got to talking and he told me how hot he thought Reginald was. When I asked Dean if he wanted to give Reginald a tryout fuck, he said 'sure'."

"So he gave Reginald a ride and liked it and has been fucking him on a weekly basis ever since."

Randall was crushed, "But...."

Earl smiled, "That's right. Butt. That's how Dean does Reginald; up the butt! And that's how I'm going to do you."

As Earl rummaged through the dresser for some lubricant, Randall no longer cared what was going on. His one hope and consolation during his time of servitude was what he thought was his brother's love for him."

Earl spoke, "I can't find any lube, I guess I'll have to use Dean's hair gel. Is this what Dean uses when he fucks you?" Randall was shocked that Dean would have told Earl about their sexual relationship. Earl squeezed some gel onto his cock and spoke, "Dean says you're a pansy fuck. That's why he needed to do Reginald, in order to get a little oomph into his life."

Earl approached the bed, "Dean's also fucked Brendan a couple of times, but I think he's got a crush on Reginald. Imagine, having a crush on a lifer slave!"

Randall, having believed his brother loved him in a special and exclusive way, felt nothing but despair.

Earl stood over Randall and wagged his cock in his face, "Take a look at my best pal. I got him lubed up nice and shiny and big just for you!" When Earl ordered Randall to turn around on the bed so he could have access to his butt, Randall did so willingly, wanting to hide his face from the world.

Earl knelt on the bed in back of Randall, "Okay kiddo, what I want you to do now is spread your legs." Randall did not, so Earl hopped off the bed, grabbed his belt, doubled it and gave Randall five fierce strokes of the belt across his ass. Randall screamed and cried, and Earl shouted, "When I tell you do something, shithead, you do it!"

Randall, sobbing, spread his legs. Earl hopped back up on the bed behind Randall and spanked his legs apart even further. As Earl eased himself into Randall's hole, he spoke, "Randy, you're a hard labor boy now and I'm going to give you a hard labor fucking, right up your toiler boy ass!"

As Earl slid in he sighed, "Oh yeah. I can feel already the difference a hard labor sentence makes. You feel like an animal!"

Randall let out a cry, "Please stop Earl, it hurts!"

"You go ahead and squeal, Randy. I love fucking a squealing slave!" Earl started thrusting, "Whew! Baby! Oh yeah, this is the ticket!"

As Earl humped he grabbed Randall's head and turned it to the side and forced his tongue into the crying Randall's mouth. Earl prodded Randall's mouth with his tongue, licked the side of his face and bit his cheek and ear. "You are a fucking glory hole, baby! What a shame Dean's gotta' send you away to hard labor camp. What a waste of slaveboy ass that is!"

As Earl pumped away the phone rang. Neither Earl nor Randall could see that the caller ID read; 'Brian Inslee'.

Earl didn't even hear the phone as he neared his climax. As he started thrusting and ramming into Randall harder and harder, Earl yelled out, "Once you get back home from surgery you're going to be an even hotter fuck and I intend to come back here and give you another ride. Man, I can see you now, all ringed, tatted and branded. What a wild fuck that will be with your little chin bell tinkling away as I hump your branded and tatted ass!"

When Earl had shot his arrogant free-boy load up Randall's ass, he hopped off the bed and headed into the shower, leaving Randall still bound and naked on his bed. As Earl's cum dripped out of his freshly fucked boy hole, Randall sobbed.

***

When Dean came home from work, he had a brief chat with Earl, who told Dean that Randall was on good behavior. Dean thanked Earl for babysitting. When Earl left, Dean went into his bedroom and saw Randall asleep on the bed, naked. He wondered why he was naked.

Randall's back was in view and Dean gazed at the rump Dean had several occasions to spank over the past ten months and many occasions to fuck. A rump that was soon to be permanently branded and tattooed.

Dean thought of how after he would give Randall a spanking, he would have Randall stand up with his naughty boy boner on display and he would stand up with Randall and lecture him, walking around him as he lectured, letting his brother see his own overseer boner in his pants.

He knew his brother liked seeing him erect as his overseer. And he knew Randall liked it when he looked him over after he was freshly spanked and naughty boy boned.

He knew Randall especially liked it the times Dean would get naked, along with Randall, for his spankings. Then, afterwards, how he had no qualms standing up with his brother, as naked as the servant was and letting Randall see his overseer boner proudly jutting up in authority, leaking and oozing precum as he lectured his errant brother. Randall would gaze at Dean's boner open-mouthed and at those moments Dean never felt more proud, more like a man, and more like a caring overseer.

But now as Dean gazed at Randall as he unlocked his cuffs, he felt only dread at what was to happen to his beloved brother. And he felt a horrible feeling inside that made him wonder if he was responsible for what was going to happen to Randall's body and his life.

Randall awoke and when Dean asked how he was, Randall did not respond. Dean asked why he was naked, but Randall did not respond. Dean told Randall to get dressed. As Randall dressed, Dean asked again why he was naked and Randall said. "Earl took my jumpsuit off and fucked me."

Dean was shocked, "Fucked you. Oh man. Randall, did you want that?"

Randall, "No way! He said you owed him big time!"

Randall made his way into the bathroom and Dean sank on the bed, horrified, angry, ashamed and full of dread.

After a while of feeling depressed and noting that Randall was avoiding him, Dean decided that he would make supper for them. As he worked away in the kitchen he could not shake the feeling that everything was heading in a bad direction.

There was a knock on the kitchen door which was followed by it being opened and Randall and Dean's father entering. Dean was surprised, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Brian said in a serious tone, "It's my house!"

Dean was annoyed that his father was using the tone of voice that he was, "That's not what I meant, Dad. Why are you here?"

"I want to talk to Randall."

Dean was concerned, "Dad, Randall is really upset right now and he isn't talking to me. I don't want him upset anymore."

As Brian exited the kitchen looking for Randall, he said, "Maybe he'll talk with me."

Brian found Randall, who was happy to see his father, in the living room and invited him into the study. Brian and Randall made their way into the study and took a seat on the couch next to each other. Before any words were spoken Dean entered the room and was about to take a seat in an easy chair across from the sofa. Brian stopped him, "Dean, I want to talk with Randall alone. Please close the door when you leave."

Dean's face showed defeat and he knew there was no point in arguing with his father's right to talk with his son.

Once the door was closed, Randall broke down crying and father and son joined in a long embrace.

After a while, Brian got right to the point, "Randall, I want to know, I need to know, under what circumstances you were demerited by your overseers. Social Services told me that most of your demerits occurred on your jobs with the Parks Department. What happened son? Did the overseers have it in for you? I wonder that because none of the other boys on your team have been remanded to the Total Reform program."

"They treated us all alike, Dad. They were generally assholes, who liked bossing us around. It was common. If we were slow or something, they would order us to unflap our behinds so they could give us some paddle strokes. But I would always tell them to demerit me instead of paddle me."

"Why would you do that, son?"

"Because Dean told me that I was to report to him every time that I was punished so he could repeat the punishment at home as reinforcement."

There was silence. Brian asked, "Does Dean ever punish you?"

Randall nodded his head, like a little boy.

"How does he punish you Randall?"

"Usually he spanks me."

"Does he spank you hard?"

Randall nodded his head again and some tears rolled down his cheek.

"How often does Dean spank you, Randall?"

Randall sniffled, "A couple of times a month."

"How does he spank you?"

"He makes me get over his knee."

"Does he open up your jumpsuit flap?"

More tears flowed down Randall's face, "He makes me take my jumpsuit off."

Brian brushed some tears from Randall's face, "Does he spank you hard or long? Is it painful?"

Randall nodded his head.

"Does he make you cry?"

Randall was almost about to cry, "He spanks real hard and long, Dad. I do a lot more than cry. I scream. It hurts for days afterwards."

Brian hugged his son tightly. Randall sobbed gently. When Randall stopped his sobbing, Brian patted him on the back and told him he would see him tomorrow.

Brian went into the kitchen where Dean had returned to preparing the meal. Brian asked, "What time are you taking Randall into Health Services tomorrow?"

Dean replied, "He has to be there at 1:30, so I will probably leave a little after noon."

Brian asked with a voice that sounded like it would be unhappy with any answer Dean gave, "Have you been doing research on Social Services? Finding any other options for Randall?"

"My contact person at Social Services told me there wouldn't be much point to it. A ruling is a ruling."

Brian raised his voice, "Your brother's life is at stake and you have been sitting on your ass?"

Dean made a frantic sign for Brian to keep his voice down and under control and half whispered, "Dad, please keep your voice down. It isn't good for Randall to hear you talking to me like that. In fact, it is completely inappropriate for you to be using such a tone of voice towards me in Randall's presence."

Although Brian knew the answer, he asked the question, "Oh? And why is that? He's your brother."

"Dad, you know nothing about social servitude and the importance of all involved with the system in maintaining proper relationships."

Brian smiled, "Oh I know quite a bit about social servitude, Dean, and the roles of overseer, handler, trainer, and servant." Dean was nervous, "Well then you should know that it is important for servants to know the importance or respect towards all people."

Brian nodded 'yes', "I agree with you. But respect has to be a two way street."

Dean nodded 'no', "I don't think so, Dad!"

Brian almost shouted at his son, "Yes, I know you don't think so, Dean! I know how you've been treating Randall! I know how you regularly spank him."

Dean's face turned red from shame, but still he defended himself, "Dad, I'm not going to have you undoing the good work and progress that I've made here with Randall."

Brian shook his head in disgust, "Yes. Real good work, Dean! Randall has failed 'Stage One' and now is about to lose almost six years of his life in the Total Reform program. And all you care about is maintaining your role as an authoritarian guardian."

"Dad, I cannot have you talking to me in such a tone of voice around a servant to whom I am legally bound as chief overseer."

Brian knew that his son had a legal point, so he lowered his voice, "I cannot believe, Dean, that you aren't, right now, doing all that you can do to help Randall avoid Total Reform. You ought to be exploring every angle in the Social Services system. That's what I intend to do."

Brian left in anger without a further word to his eldest son. Dean pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down, upset that his dad was so critical of him; and ashamed that his dad now knew that he had been physically disciplining his younger brother. He was so confused; why should he be ashamed that his father had found out he had been physically disciplining his younger brother? It was in the system of social servitude and as his brother's chief overseer he was legally obliged to discipline Randall for certain infractions.

The more Dean thought about it, the more he became upset with his father's treatment of him and with his meddling into and the questioning of his affairs. By the time the meal was finally prepared, Dean was angry with his father and decided, before calling Randall in to join him for dinner, to give his father a call on his cell phone and tell him to mind his own business.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/21/12