Traditional Values
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 8

Jason guided the sobbing Bradley gently to his room, sat him down on the bed, placed the tawse and the flesh-clutch on the floor beside the bed, and sat next to Bradley.

Jason put an arm around Bradley's shoulders, and put his head against his. "You're going to be okay, Bradley. I can tell you that for sure. I've been in this business a long time and I have a good eye. Once you get over these first few days, the old you, the you that loves to serve and be helpful, will come out and you'll see that things aren't really so bad. In fact, you'll see that things aren't bad at all."

A small part of Bradley wanted to believe what his cousin told him, and tried to take comfort in what he said. "You are just so embarrassed by your hobbles and cock lock that you think everyone else is too. Once all these things come off, I think you'll start looking at things differently. One of the things that is making this transition difficult for you is that you have way too much pride in the way you look. Just let go of it, and you'll feel a lot better."

Jason placed his other hand on Bradley's chest, and gently fingered it. "You have such nice skin." He brought his fingers down to Bradley's right nipple and circled it. "Man, you are so pretty! The real reason I always let you hang out with me when we were younger, even though I was older than you, was because I found you so hot looking."

Bradley remained silent as Jason fingered him. As Jason continued to feel Bradley up he erected, and soon was cupping Bradley's tits, feeling and squeezing them. "Come on Bradley, stop that crying. As a servant your job is to please people, and already you are doing that. You are giving me a lot of pleasure. You should be proud." Jason moved his hand to Bradley's thighs and legs and rubbed them.

Bradley realized what was going on, but he was afraid to react. When Jason's hand moved to his cock and gently lifted it, Bradley tried to move away, "Oh no, don't move away from me, Bradley. You're staying here beside me!" Jason licked his lips. "What a beautiful cock you have. For years I've wanted to see this thing! Man it's a beauty!"

Bradley asked, quietly. "What are you doing Jason?"

"I'm trying to help you relax. Just calm down, and enjoy this." Bradley tried to back away with a "No!" But Jason wouldn't have it. "Come on Bradley, don't ruin this. Just let it happen."

When Bradley tried to stop Jason's hand from going for his prick, with a quiet statement. "You can't do this to me." Jason answered. "Oh, can't I? Let's see if I can?" Jason then cupped Bradley's unit, and smiled at his victory. Jason savored the moment, then bent over and untied his boots, kicked them off, and removed his socks. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I want to get totally naked for this. I want to feel every part of you against me." Bradley remained seated on the bed looking at the floor as Jason undressed. When Jason was naked and hard he told Bradley to scoot up on the bed and lie face down. Bradley neither moved nor looked at his naked cousin, but kept staring at his own knees.

Jason asked again, quietly. "Come on Bradley. Get on the bed for your fucking." Bradley still didn't move. "Don't make me hurt you, man." Jason waited, and Bradley did not move. After a bit Jason reached on the floor, threw the tawse on the bed, and grabbed the flesh-clutch. "Are you going to get on the bed like I ordered you to?" When there still was no answer, Jason reached with the flesh-clutch to the top of Bradley's right shoulder, just beside the neck, and with the clutch grabbed a thick fold of skin and squeezed the handles. The clutch tightly pinched the folds of skin in its jaws and Bradley yelped. With the leverage the flesh-clutch gave, Jason was easily able to guide a howling Bradley onto the bed and get him into a prone position. "There we go! We finally got you into bitch position! Now spread those legs for me because I'm coming in!"

Jason released the flesh-clutch and went to Bradley's dresser. He opened a drawer and looked about until he found what he wanted. "This will do. This is your designer hair gel that Alban doesn't want you to use any more. It would be a shame to have this go to waste."

Jason got on the bed in a kneeling position in back of Bradley, and opened the tube of hair gel, and started lubing himself up. When his dick was nice and slick, he threw the tube on the floor and guided his prick to Bradley's hole.

"Okay Brad, your cousin Jason is coming home!" As Jason slid his slave-controller slowly into his cousin he let out a low, slow, and lewd. "Ohhhh yeaaaaa!" Bradley let out taut and frightened moans as Jason slid his way in. Once Jason was fully in he relaxed in heaven. "Brad, you didn't squirm, yell, scream and complain half as much as most new social servants do. Either you liked it or you've had experience. Which is it?" Bradley did not answer. "Bradley, that failure to answer a question is unacceptable, even at a time like this."

Jason was in ecstasy, but he had to exercise control, even if it meant a momentary interruption of a hot fuck, so he pushed himself into a kneeling-fucking position, still with his cock imbedded deep into Bradley's ass, tightly grabbed a large clump of Bradley's hair, jerked Bradley's head backward and up, and from his position in back of Bradley slapped Bradley's face along the side. Bradley screamed. Still holding his head up and back by the hair, he gave two more strong slaps to Bradley's face, and then let go of his hair. Bradley slumped his head back into the pillow and bawled, as Jason eased himself back into a prone position atop Bradley's back, and then started a gentle back and forth pumping. Jason moaned in pleasure as Bradley bawled. Jason soon got back into sex mode and spoke tenderly. "Brad, I hated to do that. I love you man. How do you think that made me feel having to slap my favorite cousin in the face while I'm trying to make love to him? You have to do what I say; you have to answer me whenever I ask a question. I have no other choice but to discipline you when you disobey, since I'm a state employee."

The state employee slave trainer started to slowly increase the speed of his pumping action. "Oh man, there's nothing like fucking newly enslaved virgin ass! Fucking virgin ass is one thing, but fucking a virgin slave ass is even hotter, because a slave's gotta take it because a slave's gotta do whatever he's told! And that's what you are Bradley, a slave! As a state employee I'm never supposed to use that word, it's considered a serious offense, but let's face it. That's what you are: a slave."

"We trainers, where I work, call the slave boys we fuck 'cunts'. Bradley continued crying in fits. "Hey crybaby! Cut that out and enjoy this! Be happy for me. You can't imagine what it feels like having your boy twat caressing my wick. It's glorious."

"Man you are so nice and juicy. Better than most pussy I've had. Right now there are hundreds of boys throughout this city, just like you, getting the training they need so they can learn to behave and obey. You need to feel proud of your collar, snazzy training paddles, infibulation ring, and this cock up your ass! These are all proud signs of boys in training."

Jason changed position somewhat, pulled Bradley's chest up so he could put his arms around Bradley and cup his breasts. "Man, you are so nicely nippled and titted. They feel so good, Brad." As he squeezed Bradley's tits he pumped harder.

"When I heard that your dad had you agree to a term of servitude, I just knew I had to come over here and give Uncle Martin a helping hand. I've been waiting for this part your training most of all!"

Jason tightly clenched Bradley and put his face in Bradley's hair and sniffed deep. As he rubbed his face around in Bradley's hair he moaned. "Gawd, Ginger sure gave you a great haircut. Too bad she can't enjoy it the way I am right now!"

Jason knew how to relish sex, and slowed his pumping down a bit. "In fact, too bad for Ginger. She won't be able to enjoy you for quite some time! But I can say with authority, she sure was one lucky dame while she had you. How often did you two fuck each other?"

Bradley didn't answer, but Jason was too worked up to stop his performance for another bit of discipline. "Brad, turn your head to the side. I wanna kiss you." Bradley didn't so Jason grabbed his chin and turned his face by force. Jason stuck out his tongue and licked Bradley's lips. "Stick that tongue out for me!" Bradley didn't, but when he realized that Jason was fumbling in back of him for the tawse he stuck his tongue out. When he did Jason grabbed his head with both hands and kissed Bradley hard, and made a forced entry into his mouth with his tongue. After one long, wet, sloppy, tongue-fuck he pulled away in ecstasy. "Holy fuck shit! You are so fuckin fuckin hot!" And then plunged his tongue back into Bradley's mouth.

When he pulled his tongue out, he stopped thrusting. "Okay, spread your legs out. I want to feel my balls flop on your ass." Bradley obeyed. "Oh yeah! Feels good!" Jason gave a few gentle thrusts to maintain his peak erection. "Can you feel my dick knob up there, taking care of things up there inside of you? Does it feel good?"

"Fuck man! You are a total hottie. Boy, if your dad let me take over your training, I could bring him in a ton of cash on you. I know I could. I'm going to talk to him."

Jason, an experienced boy fucker, started up again with a deep yet slow and gentle thrusting action. "Oh man, training you feels so good. This is a beautiful thing; an overseer teaching a social servant how to submit, obey, and behave. These are beautiful traditional things we are doing, and all around this very city right now there are hundreds of other hobbled boys like you learning traditional values. Just like this!" He gave a mighty ram of his pecker, taking Bradley's breath momentarily away.

"Okay Brad, it's time for me to ride you to the finish line. I'm on my mount, riding him into obedience land." Jason eased himself up a bit and with both hands he squeezed Bradley's buttocks. "Come on Brad. I want you to start bucking your ass as I fuck you. Let's go boy!" Jason started in with strong and deep fucking action. He got no bucking action from the servant as he requested, so after a couple more hard squeezes of Bradley's bubbles, he went back down on him and began some furious pumping action. "Oh man, I'm in the home stretch. Can you feel it too, Brad? Surely you gotta be feeling vicariously something of the intense pleasure I'm feeling. This is too fucking wild, man!"

Jason squeezed his arms tightly around Bradley's chest and nuzzled his face into his neck and started the thrusts that would lead to the final release. Both Jason and Bradley were covered in sweat, and their hair glistened. "Oh man, this is so goddamn fuckin totally hot shit cool to be fuckin my Cousin Brad's slave bubble-butt ass! I like keeping it in the family. It's more a family thing, and since you are now a social servant, this is a perfectly right and acceptable thing to do. Brad, You and I are exercising traditional values here!" Jason emphasized that with a violent thrust of his cock into Brad's hole. "It's a beautiful thing, Brad." He fucked deep. "Right now, throughout this city there are hundreds of boys like you doing what they're supposed to be doing; obeying! And there are guys like me, doing what we're supposed to be doing; teaching you social servants the beauty of traditional values!" He fucked harder and harder, and as he started to cum he moaned loudly. Whatever sound the family heard far away from behind the closed doors of Bradley's bedroom out on the back lawn or from other rooms in the house they figured to be the sounds made by the social servant as he learned the things he needed to learn.

When it was over Jason rolled over on his side, and acted as though the act he had just performed on Bradley was mutually agreed upon; as if Bradley were some guy he had picked up in a bar and brought home for a fuck. "Whew, Brad! That was hot. In my job I pretty much get to pick and choose the guys I fuck, but I have to tell you that you are not only one of the hottest looking guys I've ever done, but you are one of the hottest fucks as well! I'm going to let your dad know how you performed because this kind of information needs to go in your online record. Regardless of what your dad's feelings are on this kind of thing he needs to know that this is the kind of info that perks interest and gets sales results."

Jason reached his hand over and ran it down Bradley's chest, and gently massaged his nipples. Bradley lay frozen, not knowing what world he was in. Jason leaned over and playfully ran his tongue from Bradley's mid chest into the crevice of his arm pit, and snaked his tongue into the depths of his pit. Bradley pulled away. "Come here guy, you can't get away from me!" Jason said with a big smile. He looked Bradley in the eyes, with a smile on his face. "Oh man, you are so beautiful!" He lifted Bradley's arm up and put his face into his pit and licked it. Bradley squirmed.

Jason playfully pursued various parts of Bradley's body with a grin on his face. Bradley, with no choice in the matter, let him. But right now, at least, Jason was acting like the Jason whom Bradley knew. A gay Jason, to be sure. But a Jason who was speaking in his normal, friendly, voice. Not the mean Jason shouting humiliating orders at him and whipping him while he was down. So he asked, quietly. "Jason?"

"Yes, Bradley?"

"Please don't hurt me anymore."

There was silence, and Bradley started to cry, and Jason comforted him with tender words. "Hey, cousin, I'm not going to hurt you." He cradled Bradley's head. "Oh man, who could ever hurt you?" He kissed Bradley's forehead.

"But you did, Jason. You did hurt me."

"I had to. That's all just a part of training. Sort of shock therapy to get you to get to the place where you can see that this arrangement is not at all a bad thing, but a noble thing. I had to use that foul language and be a little harsh. It works. Look at you now. I bet you would do anything I asked you to do now, wouldn't you?"

Jason glanced at his watch. "Oh man. Look at the time. I'd love to stay here and make out with you all day, but I promised your family I'd spend some time on training you to quickstep in full-service mode. We had better hop in the shower!"

Alban, leaning for the last 15 minutes with his ear against Bradley's bedroom door, bolted for his own room when he heard that the servant and his trainer were about to take a shower.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/17/12