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

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Chapter 24

Flora never felt so thrilled in her life as she watched her brothers enter the living room wearing the stylized sailor boy servant uniforms she had picked out for them; with their servant collars very much on display from the collarless shirts, with their blue pants with the very noticeable white crotch and butt flaps, and their white sailor caps, all emphasizing their servile status.

When Martin had the boys stand side by side so everyone could get a good look at them, the three bulges in the boys' crotches were as prominent as Martin feared they would be. But neither Alban, Quince, Hal, Steven, or Barbara seemed to show any outward concern over the matter. Barbara chatted away, telling the boys how good they looked, as if she noticed nothing.

Bradley was not feeling as awkward as he might normally have after having spent a good part of the morning bare and erected in front of his brothers and overseers.

Alban was in heaven; wearing a snazzy uniform that highlighted his cuteness, with his short hair glistening just like Binky's in the television series, and his scrotum and ass crack scented the way a servant's privates are supposed to be scented.

Martin explained, "You boys will only be wearing this uniform for one week, and then you're off to your new owner. But I wanted you to have proper uniforms during this time at home so you can begin to feel like real servants. Getting used to a real servant uniform will help you adjust to your new life, and make getting into your rollerboy uniforms a lot easier."

Quince liked the idea that most people who are around servants know that any cologne they are wearing is applied to their scrotums. He felt so proud and manly being a full-fledged servant in his new uniform, groomed in the proper servant way, that his smile was bursting as big as could be, just like his dickhead.

For Flora the sight of her three handsome brothers in service uniforms (that some owners of social servants would consider to be of the "froo-froo" variety), with very noticeable crotch and butt flaps that were only there to make it easier to administer punishment, standing side by side each other as they were ordered to do, knowing they were servants who had to do as they were told, and unable to do anything about their great big boners, provided a feast to her eyes that fed her entire body with sensations of rare delight. Flora loved the fact that her big brothers were servants who had to obey orders, and would be so for almost the next six years.

Barbara would normally have served cookies and milk at such a festive occasion, but since they were off the diet of the servants, she chose instead to serve iced tea and a fruit platter of grapes, tangerines, kiwi, and strawberries.

When the little celebration was over, and Martin was alone with the boys, he told them to get to work on the chores assigned to them on their chore list. And he told Alban and Quince that he wanted them present at 5 PM for the next installment of Bradley's 5 minute spanking for reporting on the misdeeds of two free boys in an improper manner. "You're servants now and that means we are going to be doing things around here in the servant way; that means if one of you needs to be disciplined, all of you have to witness it."

Martin also spelled out the masturbation policy of the house. "You boys can take care of your business tonight in your bedroom fifteen minutes before lights out and bedtime at 8:30 PM. And let me tell you that this is serious business. If anyone of you is caught doing it at an unspecified time, I personally will take you to Social Services and have you fitted with the tightest infibulation lock allowable by law."

Hal and Steven joined Martin in his office for a chat, and both men were surprised when Martin started to uncork a bottle of wine so early in the day. Martin tossed away their inhibitions, "Let's be like the Italians! After all, we've got a lot to celebrate; did you see how great and 'eager to serve' the boys were looking in their new uniforms?"

Hal at first refused the wine, but when he saw Steven and Martin toasting, he said he would have one glass. Steven was happy for Martin's euphoria over the boys, "When I saw them in their uniforms just now I realized that they were born to serve. You sure in the hell made the right decision, Martin, to have your boys put into service. The only question I have is why you didn't go ahead and have Flora indentured as well?"

"Not only do underage females not bring in a lot of money, but society looks on you like you're some kind of monster if you put an underage daughter in servitude. And Barbara had a lot to do with my decision; she feels servitude is okay for young guys, kind of like serving in the military. But somehow she thinks it's not right for girls."

"And young girls are just not a hot market item right now. In fact, a lot of brokerage firms don't even handle them. If someone tries to buy a girl under the age of 19 they are considered suspect, because everyone knows they can't do the kind of work a similarly aged boy can do. Therefore a lot of people assume that someone who tries to buy a girl is up to no good. There is so much baggage attached to young female servants that no one is buying them. Hence Flora, if sold, would have brought in less than a third of what Alban, who is two years older than Flora, cashed in at."

Steven shook his head, "jeezuschriz, that's disgusting!"

Hal agreed, "You don't have to convince me! Servant's rights groups are going crazy, not only here in Vermont, but throughout the country. That is a prime example of how such groups are poisoning the air!"

Hal and Steven made a few more exchanges as Martin lost the thread of the discussion, preferring instead to savor the wine. But he snapped to attention when he heard Hal make what he assumed was an uncharacteristic remark about Bradley, "That little homo is sure one nicely nippled and assed buckaroo, but he needs to be fitted with heavy duty tit clamps and a spreader bar up his ass for a couple of days!"

"What? What's that about?" Asked a somewhat confused Martin, as he snapped out of his reverie with a disapproving look.

Steven answered, "We were just complimenting the boys. Hal mentioned how Alban and Quince are beautiful, fully engaged, servants. But Bradley isn't quite there, but almost. He needs to step over to the 'other side'."

Hal spoke, "Look Martin, your boys are servants now, so I was just talking about them in the rather frank way one talks about servants. And frankly, Bradley needs to feel the whip on his back! He needs that pansy-assed, resistant, attitude of his taken care of once and for all. I say put him on display in the living room; lead him in there by his cock, tie him to the couch, and whip him until he finally breaks. That would do it."

Steven supported Hal, "He's right Martin. Even though he's behaving, you can tell he's resentful. And Hal is right; it wouldn't take much more to break him."

Hal added, "Out at the county they would have had that free-boy attitude cleansed out of him within a couple of days."

Martin asked how they did that. "There's only two ways to drive the free-boy attitude out of a young man; through either total humiliation or pain. Humiliation takes a lot longer and we really don't have time to go that route any longer. You can be sure that Alban and Quince both felt the whip a couple of times a day during their first week of training at the county. And I wouldn't be surprised if on Quince they had to use the full length hide whip a couple of times. I'd love to use the flogger on Bradley; it's what he's crying out for. It would do him good and make me feel good too."

"I can assure you that once Bradley is out at Maple Valley they are going to spot that resistant attitude of his in no time. They won't have any trouble getting that attitude out of him, so that won't be a problem; but the trouble is that they don't mess around out there. It could be very tough on Bradley if he goes in there unbroken. In case you don't know it, Martin, Maple Valley is very strict with their servants. Those servants work very hard, they are monitored at all times, have a rigorous behavior code, and are constantly surrounded by overseers. They give all of the free person employees overseer rights and duties. It's limited control overseership, to be sure, but, still, those free kids out there love to lord it over the servants."

"And that's all part of Maple Valley's success; buy top notch servants, but work them very hard; a 54 hour work week is about average; and hire the local kids lured by the resort glamour of Maple Valley, and the prestige of being able to be an overseer, for a starting wage of $7.50 an hour."

"If you really care about Bradley, you'll let me whip him until he breaks."

After lunch the boys got back to work, and Hal, Steven, and Martin, spent much of the day standing around watching the boys do their chores, and commenting on servant and behavior issues. Alban and Quince were happy to be home and practicing at being servants. Bradley felt like he was in a prison camp and Hal, Steven, and his father, were the guards. He was depressed. Several times after lunch he felt like crying.

When it was time for Bradley's 5 PM spanking, Hal suggested to Martin that they use the basement instead of his office. "That way Flora and Barbara won't hear too much."

Once the boys and the three free men had gathered in the converted work area of the basement, Hal laid into Bradley verbally; "Get that uniform off. It's naked punishment time." He addressed his brothers, "Cowardly behavior earns servants a naked spanking."

Bradley balked, so Hal used a menacing tone, "So, why are you standing there? What did I just order you to do?"

Bradley started unbuttoning his shirt, pissed that Hal was riding him. Hal continued, "So you no longer feel like you have to answer your overseer when he asks you a question?" Bradley wanted to cry.

Quince encouraged Bradley, "Come on Bradley, don't be a shit."

Alban joined in, "I love you bro, but not when you're acting like this."

Hal took a seat in a chair and waited for Bradley to get naked and over his lap.

When Bradley finally got his uniform off, he hesitated going over to Hal, and asked his dad to let him off without a spanking.

Quince surprised everyone, "Dad, the only way you're going to help Bradley is to use the flogger on him."

Alban agreed, "I love you Bradley, but Quince is right. You seem unable to come over to our side, bro. We want you with us. And the whip can help you to get there."

Steven nodded in agreement, "Your youngest sons are correct, Martin.

Quince pleaded with Bradley, "Please bro. Let us help you."

Bradley was terrified, "No, Dad. Please."

Hal whispered to Martin, "This could be the moment we break him. What do you say?" Martin agreed and exited to get the prison flogger. Hal stood up, approached Bradley and grabbed his penis, "Come along with me, son." Hal led Bradley by his penis to the workbench, as Bradley turned red from shame. Quince touched Bradley on the shoulder, "You're turning red, Brad. Turning red from shame and humiliation is something free boys do, and that's how you're acting. You need to accept the shame you're feeling by just admitting that you deserve what's happening to you. That way the shame you're feeling will go away." Quince and Alban assisted Hal in bending Bradley over the bench and tying his arms and legs securely to the legs of the bench.

Martin returned with the flogger as Hal was getting a mouth bit out of the servants' accessories box. Hal approached the bent over Bradley from the rear, and reached around in front of him and tightly pinched his nose. Bradley then opened his mouth and Hal slipped the rubber bit into his mouth and tied it securely in place around the back of his head.

Martin handed the prison flogger to Hal, who then addressed both Bradley and Martin, "Martin, I know this is as difficult for you as it is for Bradley. But the last thing I want from either one of you is that you should feel bad about this. This is nothing unusual. This is being done around the country this very instant on thousands of servants just like Bradley, as caring overseers try to coax servants into proper behavior patterns."

Hal laid the first stroke to Bradley's back unexpectedly, and the second stroke landed as Bradley still yelped from the first stroke. The yelped turned immediately to a piercing scream. Two more strokes to the back, and Hal paused, and everyone could hear Bradley gasping for breath through his cries.

Hal comforted all, "This flogger is made from state of the art silicone polymers, and it will not break the skin, or do any permanent damage."

As Hal added, "But it will do permanent good!" He sliced Bradley's big ass with three fast stripes of the flogger that left Bradley howling. Alban and Quince were on either side of Bradley, and Quince touched Bradley's arm, "Come on over to our side, bro. I love you bro, but you're no longer a free boy, so you gotta stop acting like one."

Hal gave three more slices to Bradley's rump. When Bradley stopped his shrieking, Alban patted Bradley on the head, "It isn't cool, dude, to constantly act all annoyed with things the way you do. I want you on our side, Brad."

Quince confirmed, "Like, dude, the way you were just acting right now by not answering Hal wasn't cool at all. You degrade yourself when you act like that. But there's nothing degrading about obeying!"

Hal next started on Bradley's legs. The mouth bit effectively helped to muffle the servant's screams, as Alban continued to offer comfort, "Quince and I want you on our side, Brad. That's why this has to be done to you. We need you with us, bro. Please let go of all that shit you're holding onto from your old life!"

Quince coaxed, "Just let go, dude. Come on over to our side, bro, you're almost there! Come on, you can make it! Don't be like those fuckin' self-indulgent free boys. I was backsliding too, but I'm on the straight and narrow now because of folks like dad, Hal, Uncle Steven, and all the trainers at the county facility who cared about me, and led me down the right path. Come on bro, be proud of who you are. I'm happy to be me in front of my dad, my brothers, and free people. No more misbehaving, dude; it ain't cool!"

Hal next did some inner thigh work with the flogger and one stroke to the upper inner thigh produced an especially high pitched squeal from the mouth-bitted misbehaver. Steven complimented Hal, "Nice one, Hal. Real nice!"

Quince rubbed his hand through Bradley's hair, and urged his dad, "Please Dad, don't let Hal stop now. Bradley isn't quite there yet." Alban leaned close to offer support to Bradley, "Dude this is so great of Hal to help you get to walking the "straight and narrow". Bro, behaving feels good. It really does. We just want you to try it, Brad."

Hal did some fast slices down the back, letting the flogger reach more of Bradley's sides than previously. He paused briefly, and then took careful aim at the ass crack. He tried three times with upward blows of the flogger to get all of the flogger's six synthetic strands to land right in the ass crack. He had complete success only on the last upward blow. He paused again, waited for most of the howling to die down a bit, and then made a final run with the flogger down Bradley's backside. He stopped and waited a minute for Bradley's moaning to subside and for him to catch his breath, and then asked Bradley if he was ready to fully submit. Whatever Bradley hollered out couldn't be deciphered, but Hal took it that Bradley was saying he was now a changed boy.

Everyone watched Hal put down his flogger and go to the servants' accessories box and gather a long rubber tapered rod, and some lubricant. He lubed up the rod as he walked up to Bradley's big behind. He grabbed Bradley's right ass cheek and pulled it away so he could find the hole, and then started working the rod up into Bradley. Bradley bucked and squealed in surprise as the rod was worked up his ass. Once it was up, Hal started working the rod slowly in and out as he parted his lips in a half smile. Bradley moaned, squealed, and yelped as Hal worked the rod.

Martin looked questioningly at Steven, and Steven whispered, "This bitching of a servant after a whipping helps impress on the servant that he is fully dominated. A lot of trainers really swear by its effectiveness."

As Hal worked on Bradley's behind, his brothers had his hands on his back and head, patting, rubbing, and comforting him, "You're with us, bro, I can tell. I can't tell you how happy Alban and I are." Alban added, "Man, you were an ace stud the way you took it, dude. Just hang in there, man, Hal's almost finished bitchin' ya."

Quince tenderly rubbed Bradley's cheek, "Can you feel that rod up your ass, bro? It's gotta be done to you, man. It will help you to know that you're a real servant now, just like us. It's a wonderful feeling, bro, just let it happen!"

For a finishing touch Hal pushed the long rod all the way up, almost as far as it would go, and held it in place for several moments. Bradley squirmed and moaned, and as Hal held the rod in place he looked around and saw Martin and Steven nodding in pleasure at the job he was doing. Hal gave an A-Okay finger sign and a nod of his head to indicate a successful session, and slowly pulled the rod out of Bradley's ass.

As Quince and Alban removed the mouth bit and released Bradley from the restraints, Hal went up to Martin and Steven, and the three free men patted one another on the back. Steven beamed, "A real nice session. Damn nice!"

When Bradley finally was standing, embraced by his brothers, he was quite dazed at the intense feeling of warmth he was feeling from and for his brothers. As he hugged his brothers he felt as if he was drawing fortifying nourishment from their love. Alban and Quince had genuine love for Bradley, and now Bradley could feel it. He realized now that their call for his flogging came from the same love he was now feeling coming from them.

When the three fully erected servants broke from their embrace, Alban and Quince helped Bradley put his uniform back on. As Bradley stuffed his large erection into his crotch flap he suddenly realized that it hadn't bothered him, or even crossed his mind, that he had had a full, juicing, erection in front of everyone.

Martin, smiling, said, "Okay, you boys aren't the only ones who get to hug each other. Get over here, all of you, right now and give us some, too."

Everyone hugged everyone. As Bradley hugged Hal he was surprised that he had no resentment whatsoever towards him. He did, however, have the same general enhanced attraction towards Hal that he always did after Hal disciplined him. And everyone was amazed when Bradley pulled back and said, "Mr. Franklin, thank you for my punishment." When Hal, in sheer delight and surprise, hugged Bradley again, Bradley felt such an intense feeling of warmth and delight in his loins that he was very close to ejaculating.

Martin invited everyone to dinner, "Barbara has made all of us a special meal, an authentic style servant dinner. It smells delicious upstairs!"

As everyone headed upstairs, Martin patted Hal on the back, "I can't thank you enough for all the help you've given to Bradley and me."

After dinner Hal took his leave, the boys cleaned up the kitchen, and Martin and Steven took a bottle of wine and went into Martin's office. As they sat down together on the couch, each holding a glass of Barolo, Steven complained, "What in the hell kind of dinner was that?"

"It was Barbara's idea. She thought it would be fun for all of us to share some traditional servant style food."

Steven shook his head in disgust, and noticed two containers of maple syrup on Martin's desk. "What's the syrup for?"

"I'm making a quick trip to Miami the day after tomorrow."

"You take maple syrup with you when you travel?"

"Doesn't everyone? When you're in Minnesota, do you think they bake their yams with maple syrup? They don't! When you're in Arizona, do you think they glaze their roasts with maple syrup? Well they don't! And I can tell you for a fact that there's no bar outside of Vermont that uses maple syrup in their mixed drinks. So I always go prepared."

Steven shook his head and threw his arm around his brother, "You're crazy, you know that? You always were!" Steven tousled Martin's hair in one quick gesture, Martin laughed, and when the brothers made eye contact, their eyes stayed connected.

A little after eight, when Martin and Steven went into the pantry to select their third bottle of wine, Martin looked at the clock, "Oh, I better go and tell the boys that it's time for them to take care of their business." As Martin and Steven made their way into the recreation room where the boys were watching TV as they played a game of pool, Steven asked Martin if he was going to stay with the boys in their room while they masturbated. Martin said he was too exhausted and just wanted to get back to his office and relax, but that he would be present on most nights with them as they did it 'to help remind the boys that they're servants now'.

The boys were all smiles as they walked to their room followed by their dad and his brother. As Martin closed the door of his sons' bedroom, he told them that they deserved to have some time alone and wished them a goodnight. Martin locked their door from the outside, as usual, and he and Steven went back to his office with their wine bottle.

When Martin and Steven were seated next to each other on Martin's office couch, after each had sipped their first taste of their third bottle of the evening, a medium quality but expensive California Pinot Noir, Steven asked Martin why he was going to Miami.

Martin laughed to himself, then decided to answer, "Well, I'll tell you, but it's a secret between you and me."

Barbara, returning home from her church club fundraiser, after dropping Flora off to spend the night with one of her friends, entered the kitchen from the garage. She hastily packed away the few groceries she had purchased, and made her way to the front room. As she passed the boys' bedroom she heard what she thought to be the whirring sound of an electric space heater. She stopped at the bedroom door and quietly unlocked and opened the door. The light was low, so Barbara squinted to gain a better view, but instead of the whirring fan of a space heater, what she heard was a stream of low and steady moans.

When one sees the unexpected or the shocking, the mind impresses the image upon itself in a flash. And if one's body needs to react to what it has witnessed in order to protect itself, all emotions are kept at bay so that reactions can take place with full presence of mind. Barbara quickly and quietly closed the bedroom door and locked it.

Barbara knew that she had to tell Martin what she saw, but she did not want to upset him. Ever since the boys were indentured she sensed that Martin was quarreling with himself over the rightness of the matter. But she knew she needed to tell Martin what she saw; all three boys were on one bed, naked. Alban was reclining on his back, and Quince was straddling him on all fours in the opposite direction, and each boy had the other's cock in their mouths and was wildly sucking, their heads bobbing. Bradley was kneeling in back of Quince with his cock up his ass. As Bradley pumped away Alban had one hand up and fondling Quince's balls hanging above him, and his other hand reaching to the rear of him fondling Bradley's balls as Bradley fucked Quince.

When Barbara entered the kitchen she went instinctively for the cookies and milk. She knew that wherever there were cookies and milk found, good family feelings couldn't be far away. She quickly filled a large glass pitcher full of milk, and a giant platter with cookies. Martin and her wouldn't eat them all, in fact Martin probably wouldn't eat a single one; but to Barbara, the more cookies and milk, the greater the sense of normalcy.

Barbara knew she needed to remain calm in order to help Martin stay calm, so she walked quietly to Martin's office, and quietly opened the door. The lights were low in the office. She thought she saw Martin and Steven whispering quietly as they sat on the couch. She approached the couch from the rear, walking quietly so as not to startle them. As she got nearer she could see why the heads of Martin and his older brother were so close together; they were French kissing. Suddenly entranced, Barbara just kept walking quietly closer and closer as if on autopilot. When she was near enough to see over the back of the couch she could see that both men had their trousers down to their knees, and each was rapidly pumping the other's cock.

Barbara let out an ear piercing primal scream, dropped the pitcher of milk and platter of cookies, and both exploded on the floor in a shocking din. As Martin and Steven rose tugging up their slacks, they both got splashed with milk. Barbara, running away, had already disappeared into the kitchen by the time Martin and Steven gathered what had happened. Martin, muttering a 'jezzuzchris', hurried after Barbara.

Martin's sons, locked in their bedroom, could be heard frantically trying the door and calling out their concern, "Mom, what's happening? Are you okay? Dad!" As Martin looked for Barbara, Steven made his way to the boys' room. Martin saw the open kitchen door, and ran out, only to see Barbara speeding away in her Oldsmobile. He came back indoors, thought of calling her sister, Karen Bledsoe, but thought it best not to alarm Karen if that was not where Barbara was headed.

Martin entered the boys' bedroom and heard Steven calming the boys down, "She dropped the tray of cookies and milk, and it made such a mess and noise that she just gave out this really awful terrified scream. Any way, we all laughed. It's nothing. She just left now to visit a friend."

Martin and Steven bid the boys a good night, closed and locked their door again, and went and cleaned up the milky mess in silence. When they finished the job, Martin went up to Steven, put his arm on his shoulder, smiled at him, and led his older brother up the stairs to his and Barbara's bedroom.

And at that very same moment; halfway across town, James Patton entered his servant's bedroom and told an eagerly waiting little Timothy Witherspoon that he could masturbate if he wanted. Mr. Patton handed little Timothy a couple of Timothy's favorite kind of girlie magazines, took a chair near his bed, and watched Timothy happily undo his pajama bottoms.

Father Peter Lucarelli sat on the sidelines of the Young Handler's Club and eyed the young, naked, male, servant volunteer as the two new club moderators demonstrated to the class the proper way to lead a male servant around by his penis.

At 527 East Waverly Place, Sarah Stampquist ordered her 27-year-old social servant, Michael Kelly, to strip for a spanking for getting into a fight with her 17-year-old son.

In his living room, as Damian Appomattox, the county social services' placement officer for the criminally indentured, engaged in sexual foreplay with his wife, he was actually thinking of the new female servants he had watched get processed earlier that day.

At the county servant training center, four trainers were passing the early evening hours away by easing Jason Forestman into a bath of frigid water in an effort to get the last vestiges of former-trainer arrogance out of him.

At 1110 Kimberly Avenue, 22 year old servant Andy Poston lay on his bed and wept in humiliation after two former high-school classmates of his had spotted him carrying shopping bags for his owner's wife, and taunted him.

And in their bedroom, after over a month of no release, Alban, Quince, and Bradley, were experiencing brotherly love as they never before could have imagined it. Ironically, the instilling of traditional values into servants often results in some very untraditional behavior. Bradley lay on his side with his brother, Quince, on his side in back of him, with his cock planted deep up into Bradley's very hungry hole. Alban lay on his side, facing Bradley, tongue-locked with his oldest Brother. Alban's arms lay across Bradley and Quince, and Quince's arm lay across Bradley and Alban. The warmth of brotherly love filled the room with intense joy. As Bradley coursed his way to the most immense sexual climax and release of his entire life, his bliss made him wonder, finally, if maybe everything was all right with the world after all.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/08/12