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

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

Chapter 26

Bradley did not like the idea of having official servant photos taken of him alone and with his family, and he told his father so. He explained that he was only going to be a social servant for about 5 years, and having photos of it seemed like it was making something permanent of it, that it could serve as evidence against him in the future. His father not only convinced him that such concerns were folly, but that he would regret not having it done, since he was going to be a servant for almost 6 years. People are happy to have photo records of the things they do. As an example he explained that most men in military service don't exactly want to be there, but it is a significant part of their lives and they want to remember it, the good and the bad.

Bradley finally agreed, but he said that he did not want to be naked in the photos, as is traditional, especially in the shots of him with his family. Martin told him he was sensitive to that, and had already arranged for the boys to be wearing genital caplets in both their solo and family portraits.

In the studio photos the boys are wearing little colored cotton baglets that cover their penises and scrotums and are held in place by the bag's elastic collar which grasps about the root of the genitals. Each boy also had affixed above their genitals a bow similar in color to their genital baglet. Bradley's was blue, Quince's was green, and Alban's yellow.

In the family portrait shot, Martin, Flora, and Barbara are seated on a short couch, formally dressed, and to the left of the couch stood Bradley and Quince, and on the right side of the couch stood Alban. The family portraits, with the boy's near nudity, dressed in only their genital baglets and servant collars, in contrast to their formally dressed parents and sister, emphasize nicely the boys' servant status.

The professional quality studio portraits showed the family to be the beautiful people they were, showed Bradley to be looking calm and happy with the session (though he was not), and in the end everyone thought they looked very good. The only unhappy camper in the bunch was little Flora who thought her dad was out of it for letting the boys wear genital baglets, and not letting the boys be photographed in the traditional way; fully nude. "Baglets", she sneered to her friends, "are for servant owners who happen to be fundamentalist prudes!"

Hal arrived just as Martin was saying his farewells to the boys before setting off for Miami. He told Hal that a special delivery package would soon be arriving from Maple Valley, and it would contain the special underpants and accessories the boys would be wearing while on rollerboy duty, and that Maple Valley wanted the boys to be comfortable and used to wearing them once they arrived at Maple Valley, since they would be put into rollerboy service immediately upon arrival at Maple Valley. Martin explained, "They told me the package would contain full instructions, and that they wanted the boys to get used to wearing them several hours a day before they arrived at Maple Valley."

Once Martin left, Hal, in his usual form, gathered the boys in the living room and told them he wanted them to be on their best behavior, "And if there are no problems for the rest of the day, then just before 'lights out' tonight I will let you have a 'pleasure' session."

Flora did not know why her father was going to Miami, nor the reason why her parents seemed to be treating each other rather coolly. But she relished being at home with Hal in charge of her brothers. She enjoyed seeing boys, any boys, kept in line, and she knew if there were any corrective measures needed, Hal was not one to bother taking such measures behind closed doors.

She managed most of the day to be in a room near to the one her brothers were working in. She loved hearing Hal exhort her brothers to better service, "Be careful, Alban. Don't bump that lamp!" "Quince, it sure is taking you a long time to sort out those magazines! You are servants now, boys, and we can't have any of this dawdling." And when Bradley and Hal walked into the kitchen just as Flora had started washing the dishes out of boredom, Hal snapped his fingers at Bradley, "You take over those dishes. Flora, there is no reason you should be doing any house work as long as you have three servant brothers around with not too much to do!" Her sailor uniformed and capped oldest brother took over the dish washing like an obedient lamb.

Flora got herself some yogurt, sat down at the kitchen table, and as she ate, admired how nicely the uniform she had selected showed off her brother's ass. She wished Hal had some reason to unbutton Bradley's spanker's flap. When, later in the day, she managed to overhear Quince telling Bradley what sounded like a dirty joke, she went and told Hal. She was disappointed when Hal responded, "Shame on those boys. I'll tell them to watch their language when they're around free people."

When United Transport Services of Vermont delivered the package from Maple Valley, it contained a handwritten note from Andrew Rickers to Martin, which Hal read. Hal thought it was very nice service indeed to get hand written instructions on the proper use of the pants from the head of personnel at Maple Valley.

Hal called the boys into the bedroom and told them to take off all of their clothes. Quince saw Flora walking by the bedroom, and he went and closed the bedroom door. Hal noticed, did not protest, but did give a mild shake of his head as if to say, "This family and their prudery!"

When the boys were undressed Hal instructed them to sit on the bed. Hal took some baby powder, stood in front of Alban, told him to lean back on the bed and started sprinkling baby powder about his groin. As he rubbed it in he explained, "Maple Valley sent these special custom made underpants and accessories over which you will be wearing when you're in service as rollerboys. They want you to get used to wearing them. You'll be wearing them underneath your uniforms, and they are very expensive." He instructed Alban to turn around so he could powder his behind. "Even though the special plastic the underpants are made of is non-allergenic, and allows sweat to evaporate, you need to be powdered to help cut down any friction." When Hal finished rubbing the powder into little Alban's behind, he took a small three-inch tapered molded plastic rod and lubed it up. Narrow at the tip, the rod tapered to 3/4 of an inch at the base. He parted Alban's butt cheeks and slowly worked the little rod up into Alban's hole. Alban squirmed.

Hal explained, "Mr. Rickers wrote a very nice letter to your father explaining the purpose of the rubber pants. They help hold this little rollerboy rod up your behinds. And the rod in turn will help you boys to stay alert at all times and keep rolling at a good speed." The dark rubber pants were of firm molded plastic that held the shape of two large buttocks in the back. The crease or ridge between the buttocks was of a firmer plastic that went right up into the ass crack, and remained tightly against the hole. The crotch portions of the pants were of a thinner, more pliant, plastic, intended to snugly hold the genitals. Hal helped Alban step into the pants, and pulled them up tightly so the ass crack molded ridge was tight against Alban's hole. The general shape, size, and cut of Alban's unit was visible through the soft plastic. Hal then took a key and locked the waistband that secured the pants.

Hal had Quince and Bradley lean back on the bed together and he proceeded to powder, plug, pants, and lock them simultaneously. When all three boys stood up in their new locked-on plastic pants, with the rods up their behinds held securely in place, Hal smiled. "You all look good in your new pants. For today I want you to stay in them until suppertime. And don't put your uniforms back on, just your sandals. I want to see if your new pants are riding or chafing. When the rubber-pantsed and sandaled boys exited the bedroom, Flora was nearby. Hal gave her the key. "If you boys need to use the toilet, you can ask Flora to unlock you."

Flora asked what the rubber pants were for and why they were locked. Hal answered, "Every morning out at Maple Valley all eighty of the rollerboys get powdered, plugged, rubber-pantsed, and locked. The pants are intended to keep in place a little rod that has been inserted up their behinds. The rod helps keep the boys alert and spirited. And the rubber pants also prevent guests from fondling the boys, and the boys from fondling themselves. Maple Valley is a resort, of course, and there are always drunken guests about, men and women, trying to feel up the boys."

"In his letter, Mr. Rickers said that the rod also helps to keep the boys' legs spread a little further apart than they normally would be, and that increases the appearances of larger buttocks even more. And large buttocks are what define a rollerboy."

Flora loved the rubber underpants. Not only did they nicely reveal the general shape of each of her brother's lunchboxes, but also they made their butts appear especially large and inviting. Noticing that Flora was taking in the way the rubber pants defined everything, Hal explained, "The rollerboy uniform pants that goes over these rubber pants is made of skintight nylon, much like a cyclist's spandex bodysuit. That way when the boys are rolling around serving and waiting on the guests on their inline skates, there is no loose material to interfere with their movement, and all of the boys' assets are on display for the guests."

From the boys' standpoint, the rod up their holes, held in place by locked pants, reminded them of their servility. It made them feel like possessed objects. For Alban and Quince this was not a bad thing. They were easily able to get lost in the comforting side of being controlled. They liked the way the pants seemed to highlight their endowments. And they both were able to accept the stimulation provided by the rod as a servant's right.

Bradley was almost in the same state of mind as his brothers regarding the rubber pants. The invasive rod made him really 'feel' like a servant. He believed he could handle that. And to Bradley the soft rubber of the pants actually felt good. But he found himself having to swallow his pride. He didn't mind having to be uniformed, but he still found Hal's authoritarian approach hard to take. And he was not comfortable with Flora's constant eyeing of their units.

Hal told the boys to report to him if the pants were chafing or giving them any other problems. Hal looked over the boys' chore schedule for the day. "I see that next on the list your father has you down for doing a thorough cleaning of Flora's room. He wants everything moved and cleaned, the walls and ceiling scrubbed, the windows washed, and the hardwood floor washed and waxed. Very good. Flora, since it's your room and you know how you want everything done, can I put you in charge of that operation and have you supervise the boys?"

Flora nodded excitedly, and said she would be happy to supervise her brothers. The sandaled, rubber-pantsed, and collared servant brothers followed their little sister up the stairs to her bedroom.

Flora, a truly loving sister to her brothers, was not a bitchy overseer. Her satisfaction in supervising was not in snapping orders, but in just knowing that her brothers had to be servants, and in relishing the fact that they were not free boys. She truly loved seeing her brothers work, and knowing that all of their parts were for service to others. She could not explain, even if she had to, what her fascination was with social servants. But she liked being around her rubber underpants-clad brothers enough that she stayed in her room and worked alongside of them the full time it took to clean the room. And the rubber pants provided Flora with a pretty good picture of how boys' genitals are constantly shifting about and changing size. The cleaning of her room proved to be a good anatomy lesson for Flora.

Because Flora was always nice to her brothers, her brothers liked her. The four siblings had a good time cleaning the room. When Hal would occasionally check in on the progress of the cleaning effort, he would praise not only the boys' good work, but Flora, as well, for being an enlightened overseer.

At 8:15 in the evening, Hal entered the recreation room where the boys and Flora were watching television, announced, "Okay boys, it's pajama time!", and gave the boys a wink. When Bradley said he did not want to participate, but that he would be in bed by 8:30, Hal ordered, "You have no choice in the matter. You have to learn to do things when you are ordered to do them. And that includes everything." Flora was not sure what was going on and was curious, "Why do they have to go to bed earlier than usual, Hal?"

"Your brothers have some boy business to take care of tonight before 'lights out'."

Bradley was hesitating as Alban and Quince made their way to their bedroom. Hal took Bradley's arm and gently pulled him along, "Come along, big fella. This is something that has to be done."

Hal knew from experience that supervised, familial, masturbation sessions ingrained 'servitude' into young males almost as powerfully as bull-whippings. Putting a young man's most private activity on display and under supervision effectively helps wipe out any lingering vestiges of free-boyism.

When Hal made his way into the boys' room guiding Bradley, he closed the door, and ordered, "Okay, everything off, then get on your beds and get to work!"

When the boys were naked and on their beds, Alban and Quince began a slow stroking. Hal advised them, "Don't be afraid to fondle your balls as you work yourselves. You boys deserve a good pleasuring."

Bradley, with something of a crush on Hal (a love-hate thing he had going on privately for as long as he has known Hal), was embarrassed to jack in front of Hal. Hal went and stood next to Bradley, reached down and gently grasped his cock gave it a gentle shaking. Bradley was completely surprised by the move, and having Hal touch his penis made him instantly hard. Now he was doubly embarrassed; Hal would know he had a crush on him. Hal, still gently shaking Bradley's cock, said, "Come on boy. You're a servant now and you have a chore to do. Don't be afraid of a little elbow grease!" Bradley felt strangely violated, strangely humiliated, and strangely exhilarated.

Once all the boys were pumping away, Hal, a thorough heterosexual, guided them along as if they were digging ditches, "That's the way boys. Keep going at it now. Alban, a little faster there! See boys, being a servant has its rewards if you behave as nicely as you all did today!"

The three collared, shave-pussied, little naked worker babies, pumped away as Hal looked them over. Hal wanted the boys to know he was watching all of them.

Alban felt wonderful, like a special kind of soldier in a special barracks where no one is ashamed of being bare and pumping. Alban knew he was a real servant now.

Hal complimented the boys, "It's great to see you boys going at it together. Just the way real servants do it. You have a right to make yourselves feel good! I want you to be proud of yourselves as you pump yourselves off in the traditional servant way; together like a family."

As Quince pumped away, he liked that a real man overseer like Hal was supervising. He liked knowing he shared intimacies with other real men. Quince was proud of his body and he knew that a man like Hal appreciated his body as a prime servant laborer body. As he pumped he wanted his cock to be the biggest it ever was so that Hal would know he had a real servant-man's jumbo dick and could be proud of him.

Hal encouraged them; "Once we get you boys shipped out to Maple Valley you'll get with the full program in no time! You'll get used to this. You'll see how you servants share everything, just as you are now. It's a truly beautiful life. You'll be so happy. This is only a sample of the good things to come in your life as social servants."

As Bradley neared his climax he gazed at Hal. Hal had frequently been a subject of Bradley's fantasies. He had wished in the past he had a photo of Hal. Now he didn't need one. He was jacking off while looking into the face of the real thing. As Bradley neared his climax a wild desire overtook him, and he reached up with both arms, grabbed Hal and pulled him towards him, and plunged his lips against Hal's.

Alban and Quince shot their loads just as Hal began to struggle with Bradley in an attempt to back off. Hal, a well-muscled trainer, broke away and had Bradley subdued in no time. He pulled Bradley roughly off of his bed and led him to the door. He unlocked and opened the door shoved Bradley into the hallway. Bradley was dazed. Hal grabbed Bradley by his prick and roughly led him through the house to the stairs leading downstairs. Barbara and Flora were up in their respective bedrooms, but this time Hal especially didn't care what they saw and heard.

Once in the workroom that had been converted into a sort of punishment room, Hal closed the door, grabbed Bradley tightly by the balls with one hand, and with the other began a series of hard slaps to his ass. Every time Bradley would buck, Hal would squeeze his balls. Hal would spank, Bradley would buck and squeal, and Hal would squeeze. Buck and squeal. After a minute of spanking, Hal let go and grabbed a tawse, gathered Bradley's arms behind him, and started decorating his butt and thighs with strokes of the tawse. Bradley howled and pleaded. After about ten swats, Hal threw the tawse down and grabbed, instead, a short flip whip. Bradley, terrified of Hal's angry look as he approached him, cringed and fell in a ball on the floor. Hal didn't care, and starting whipping whatever part of Bradley was visible as Bradley rolled around and squealed. After about a minute of trying to whip as many different spots on Bradley's body as he could, Hal stopped the whipping.

Hal pulled the bawling Bradley up from his fetal position on the floor and forced him to sit in one of the slave high chairs that had been moved into the basement, and strapped him in by the legs, thighs, and arms. He put the punishment bra around Bradley's chest as Bradley moaned in pain. As Hal tightened thumbscrews and toe screws on Bradley, he explained, "Assault of an overseer adds 10 months of service time, regardless of whether you're a lifer or limited term servant. I'm not, however, going to write up a formal charge unless your father wants me to. You can sit here and think about it for a couple of hours!"

Hal went to the guest room where he slept when he stayed over, set the alarm clock to go off in two hours, and soon fell asleep. When the alarm went off two hours later, he was feeling too cozy, so he reached over and set the timer for another two hours.

In the morning Bradley wanted very much to not cause any more trouble or to upset anyone, so he was hoping Hal wouldn't tell his mother what happened. After the morning inspection Hal plugged and rubber-pantsed Alban and Quince, and told them to get dressed in their sailor uniforms. Once their uniforms were on, it pleased Hal that it was quite noticeable that the rod up their holes was doing its job; both butt plugged brothers were indeed walking with their legs spread further apart than was usual.

Hal had Bradley put on a pair of servant punishment pants, which looked pretty much like a very thick adult diaper. Punishment pants are pants that one puts on servants after severe spankings in order to provide padding and protection to their sore butts. They were practical, allowing a freshly spanked servant ease in being able to sit down, and had a good psychological effect on servants, as well; they provided salutary humiliation.

Hal placed a white cone dunce cap on Bradley's head and fastened it on with a chinstrap. It said in clear letters, down the front and back: "I was a BAD SERVANT."

Hal ordered Bradley to put on his sandals, and all of the boys to get into the kitchen for breakfast. Barbara and Flora, already seated at the table, having prepared breakfast for everyone, were shocked when Hal and the boys entered. Bradley couldn't look anyone in the eyes, so he kept his head down. When Barbara asked what had happened, Hal ordered Bradley to tell. "I assaulted Mr. Franklin, Mom."

When Hal noticed Bradley wasn't eating, he commanded him to eat. When Bradley said he wasn't hungry, Hal said in a firm and clear voice, "You either start eating, or I'm going to bare your ass right here in the kitchen, take you over my knee, and whip that sniffling attitude out of you once and for all!"

Barbara, who had been quite concerned, relaxed when she saw Bradley start to eat. She was quite sure that nothing was amiss, only that Bradley had probably been in a bad mood, and Hal simply had to do what trainers have to do.

Flora, who loved her brother dearly, hated to see him so shamed and humiliated. But she nevertheless went dry mouthed after seeing her handsome oldest brother in punishment pants and a dunce cap, threatened with a bare strapping right in front of her.

After breakfast Hal set Alban and Quince to work on their daily chores, and told Barbara that he was going to take Bradley aside and talk some sense into him. Barbara was pleased to hear it, and thanked Mr. Franklin for all that he had done for her boys.

Hal grabbed Bradley by his ear, twisted it, and pulled him along into the boys' bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he closed the door, locked it, set the deadbolt, and told Bradley to remove his sandals.

Bradley, in his punishment pants and dunce cap, was afraid. Hal walked up to Bradley, grabbed him by his biceps, held him firmly in place, and looked him in the eye. "I hope you're as ashamed of yourself as everyone else is of you right now. You should be setting an example for your brothers. Instead you go and embarrass them. Didn't you notice how ashamed of you they were at breakfast? Their big brother in a diaper and dunce cap in front their mother and little sister!"

Hal reached down and undid the Velcro snaps of Bradley's punishment pants, and pulled them off. He threw the pants on one of the beds and once again clasped Bradley's upper arms. "Bradley, Bradley! Letting me down in such a way after all I've done for you." Hal continued to stare at Bradley in silence. After a bit he let go of his grasp, and put one hand on Bradley's back and let it slowly make its way down to Bradley's right buttock.

Bradley swallowed, Hal spoke quietly, "I've spanked these buttocks, I've strapped them, hair-brushed and tawsed them, and I've flogged them. In short, I've taught you a lot of good things through these two big buttocks of yours. So I'm thinking they owe me something in return."

"I always thought you were a nice straight boy, and out of respect I never do stuff with my straight servant boy clients." Hal started toggling both of Bradley's tits with his hands. "But now I find out that you're a homo-servant. This really is supposed to be part of a servant's training, and I admit I am remiss in not doing this with all my clients. I guess it's because I know that if I were a servant I would find it pretty hard to take myself. But you homo servants like this kind of stuff." Hal reached down and manipulated Bradley's cock for a bit, and it got very hard very quickly. He grabbed it and pulled Bradley over to a vanity and took the servant spray cologne. As he sprayed cologne on Bradley's scrotum, tits, and into his arm pits, he explained, "I like my servant boys perfumed up like cheap whores when I fuck 'em."

Hal led the dunce-capped, cock waggling, Bradley to the bed and sat down in front of him. "For starters I want you to get down on your knees and start priming me with your lips." Bradley knelt, unzipped Hal, pulled out his cock, and completely forgot all of the humiliation he had been through in the last 14 hours. Finally there it was, to Bradley something like the Holy Grail: fat, large elongated head, nastily piss-slitted, large, hard, and bobbing in need. Bradley's mouth went down on it in one swift, sure, gulp. As Hal moaned in pleasure, Bradley's body shot out waves of victory pleasure to the naughty servant.

Hal was a critic and educator even in the bedroom, "You have got it down, Bradley. Nice job! Wait until I tell your dad. This is marketable!"

After Bradley's popsicle slurping style almost got Hal to spurt well before he had intended, Hal gave Bradley a whap on the head. A hurt Bradley looked at Hal, "Sorry I had to do that. I didn't want to cum just yet."

Hal took out a small digital camera and told Bradley to stand against the wall. "You are so cute and crazy looking wearing nothing but that dunce cap. My girlfriend will get a kick out of this." Hal snapped a picture. "Now I want you show my woman how big you can get it. Jack your dick up as big as it will go for the next picture!" Bradley pumped, but his dick was already almost to the hilt. Hal snapped another picture, then commanded, "Now get your pussy up on the bed, pull your knees to your chest, and spread your legs."

Hal stripped as Bradley watched him with great interest. When Hal got on the bed and saw a spread Bradley waiting to take it, he was pleased. "That's what I like to see. A servant in position waiting to serve."

Hal guided his fat long pecker into Bradley's hole and did a few test pumps. "Oh yeah!" Locked in, Hal pushed Bradley's knees to the side so he had access to Bradley's chest. He started again toggling Bradley's tits as he began a steady and slow fuck rhythm. "Oh, beautiful! If you're dad does want to go ahead and have eight months added to your service term, it really wouldn't be such a bad thing, because this is probably how most of your time will be spent; pleasuring your overseers."

Hal stopped for a moment to straighten Bradley's dunce cap, "You are so cute in that dunce cap." Hal reached his left hand to Bradley's left leg and pushed it against the side of Bradley's chest in order to expose more buttock, and with his right hand began spanking. Bradley hollered "Oowww", Hal smiled, and continued spanking as he pumped his hips.

When the buttock was very red and Bradley's face was tear streaked, Hal let go and plunged deep into Bradley, and let his chest meet Bradley's chest. He kissed Bradley, their tongues entwined, and Hal began a series of hard strokes that would bring him home. Bradley was lost in incredible waves of pleasure; having an adored trainer's prick doing it's thing up his ass, his chest sprawled against his, and their mouths locked together. As Hal started spurting, so did Bradley; as he never had before.

When Hal rolled off of Bradley after their exhausting session, Bradley was very surprised when Hal stretched out on the bed and pulled him along side of him, and put his arms around him, like a man does after fucking his woman. And then when Hal started talking quietly and sweetly to him, Bradley was in ecstasy. "You really are super sweet kid, and I'm going to miss you. I'll always remember you like this, looking at me with puppy dog eyes, dunce capped, and perfumed. I really wish I could be with you, keeping you out of trouble. You could end up being a lifer before you know it, and you will if you don't watch your ways, little guy!" Hal tweaked Bradley's nose.

When Hal started rubbing Bradley's back tenderly, it was one more ambivalent yet very intense gesture from the man Bradley loved-hated. After a couple of minutes of gentle rubbing, Hal whispered, "I need to piss. Why don't you scoot down there between my legs so we can have a little personal care training session." Bradley took Hal's now softer member in his mouth, and Hal instructed, "Now form a nice and tight seal with your lips. I'm going to let it come out easy and slow for you. Here we go!"

As Hal started peeing he encouraged, "There, that's the way. That's my boy! Just pretend you're a little baby sucking on a nipple. Many servants consider this to be their favorite beverage."

After the drink, Hal pulled Bradley back into his arms, and kissed him all over as he felt him up. He explained, "I just love feeling up servant flesh, male and female. An obeyer's body feels especially supple and pliant to the touch. And that's what I want you to be; an obeyer." Hal smiled tenderly at Bradley, "Will you promise me that you will be an obeyer?" Bradley, fairly melting, promised Hal he would be an obeyer.

Hal removed the dunce cap, tenderly pinched Bradley on the cheek, playfully slapped his thigh, and said, "You better go take a shower, you little stinky fucker! You smell like a whore!"

To be continued...

Posted: 06/15/12