Boys Like You
Part Eleven
By Randall Austin
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It had been agreed to beforehand that Earl would come over and help Dean on the day of Randall's surgery. Dean had been afraid that he would be too upset to keep Randall supervised properly and he feared also that Randall would be desperate and therefore too much to handle alone, as they got themselves ready for their 1:30 appointment with Health Services.
Dean was angry with Earl for fucking Randall without his permission and for revealing other intimate matters to Randall about his sexual relationships with Earl's two servants. But he needed Earl's assistance on this morning more than ever.
Dean was upset the very first thing in the morning when Randall refused to eat the breakfast that he served him in bed; a bed to which Randall was secured to by plasti-chains attached to his ankle and wrist cuffs. Dean felt harried, for he was too busy with work related matters to spend very much time trying to comfort Randall. That is why Dean was relieved when Earl arrived and was willing to pitch in immediately with anything that needed to be done. Dean asked Earl to try and encourage Randall to eat.
When Earl entered the bedroom, Randall groaned inwardly. Earl sat on the bed, grabbed a piece of toast from the breakfast tray and held it in front of Randall, "Here you go, buddy. Why don't you have some breakfast?" Randall closed his eyes and looked away. Earl tried to coax him, "Come on Randall. We're taking you in, in a little while so they can get you ready to spend time with the big boys'. It's time you start acting like one of the big boys'; the Total Reform boys. Total Reform boys do what they're told to do when they are told. Don't be `small town' on me. Show me that you've got what it takes to be a big town boy!"
Randall asked where Dean was and Earl replied that he was busy with a number of `other things'.
Earl put the piece of toast in front of Randall's lips and held it there. Randall closed his eyes again. Earl pushed the toast between Randall's lips and slowly started pushing it into Randall's mouth. A smile played across Earl's lips as he pushed the toast against Randall's teeth, trying to get him to open his mouth. Randall turned his face away and Earl set the piece of toast back down on the tray.
"You're going to need your energy, Randy. The moment you arrive at Health Services they're going to get right to work on you. They'll begin processing you immediately and you won't have any time to eat until after surgery and you recover from the anesthetic. It could be as long as 24 hours from now. For your transformation to go smoothly, you're going to need your energy, little guy."
Earl patted Randall on the head. The moment Earl touched Randall his feelings changed from one of offering encouragement, to one of sexual desire. Randall's baldhead felt fleshly shaved and warm, like a giant penis. Earl wished for a moment that Dean wasn't around, so he could take advantage of the `slaveboy' in front of him.
But Earl knew that now wasn't the time. Besides he was really looking forward to `doing' Randall once he was back home and fully processed. The fact that Randall would soon be fully ringed, belled, branded, and tattooed excited Earl immensely and when he tried to imagine the snooty, proud and pretty Randall all rigged up like a draft animal, it was hard for him to control his desire.
Earl felt that Randall needed to face the changes that were about to take place and sought to help him accept them. "Randall, acting sullen isn't going to change your predicament. This is hardly the end of the world, buddy. Out at the Social Services' hard labor farms in Dubuque, where you will be shipped after your 7 months of training in Des Moines, there are hundreds of boys just like you, boys who initially had a very hard time accepting their status change from carefree, entitled and privileged, free boys to that of ringed and bound hard-laboring draft animals."
"But once they're out on the team, toiling away in the fields, the shared camaraderie, the realization that they are the ultimate service boys, kicks in and they accept and take pride in their status. Once you see yourself in the fields and quarries, along with hundreds of other naked, ringed, branded, and tattooed hard labor boys, your giant rings shining in the sun, you'll feel a pride, a sense of purpose, that I suspect you've never felt before. You can see it on the boys, in their faces, in the sweat pouring off their backs, in their proud erections wagging about as they toil away. It's special. You will come to a point where you will be proud of all your body rings and markings and feel like a real man, a man who is of true service to society."
Throughout the morning Earl was unable to get Randall to do anything, or engage in conversation. When Earl suggested that Randall take a shower, Randall agreed to it. After the shower, when Randall was once again jumpsuited, he wanted to go back to his bed. Earl let him. Once Earl had re-secured Randall to the bed, he decided to leave Randall alone and went downstairs and read the morning newspaper.
Just before noon, Dean found Earl and told him it was time for them to take Randall in to Health Services. The two free boys made their way into Dean's bedroom where Randall was reclining on the bed on his stomach. Dean said quietly, "Randy, it's time. We have to take you in now."
Randall cried, "No, Dean!"
Earl joined in, "Time's up! They're waiting for you."
Randall cried again, "NO!"
Earl lowered his tone, "Come on Randy, we have to take you away now."
Dean sat on the bed and unlocked Randall's wrist and ankle cuffs. "Okay, buddy, we need to get going."
Randall didn't move. Dean encouraged, "Come on Randy, we can't be late. I don't know what traffic will be like."
Randall, his face in his arms, talked into the pillow. "I'm not going. I'm not going!"
Earl coaxed, "Randy, it isn't as bad as you think. Once you get home and see yourself, you'll be proud of yourself. You'll want to show yourself off for your brother."
Dean joined in, "He's right, bro. Whatever they do to you is going to look good on you. I know you'll look hot."
Earl agreed, "Once boys like you get ringed with those giant rings they want to show off."
Dean touched Randall on the back, "He's right, Randy." Dean leaned down and whispered in Randall's ear, "You know how I like having you naked around the house and you like being naked for me? Well think how much more so. I can just see you now. Walking around with your giant ear, nose, nipple, and cock rings. I know you Randy. You'll be harder than granite as your dick carries your giant donut ring. I can see you strutting around, showing off for your older brother."
Dean rubbed Randall on the shoulders, but Randall did not move. Finally, Randall released his bitterness towards his brother, "I don't want to ever have anything to do with you, Dean! Get your hands off of me! I hate you."
Dean was shocked and hurt, but time constraints prevented him from collecting himself and finding his thoughts.
Earl realized how stressed both brothers were and tried to encourage Randall, "You know that's no way to talk to your brother and certainly not to your overseer. But you should remember that if we're late they're going to slap Dean with a $400 fine."
Earl had little patience with Randall and only refrained himself for the time being from using harsher methods to get Randall moving because he knew that such methods would upset Dean.
When Randall still did not move, Earl continued, "Come on, boy. It's time for us to take you away now. Don't make us late."
When Randall did not move, Earl grasped him by the shoulders and gently tried to pull him up, "Come with us, Randy."
Randall grabbed on to the bed frame with both arms. Earl continued, "If you cause us to be late and Social Services finds out that we were late because of you, they have been known to do punishment procedures on boys under surgery. One thing they do to boys like you under surgery is give them a `high and tight' and I'm not talking haircuts here. I'm talking circumcision! Imagine what it would be like if after surgery you found it painful every time you got an erection. That's what a high and tight snipping does; it takes away all of your spare foreskin, thus causing painful erections for the rest of your life. They could very well do that to you if you give us any trouble."
Randall tightened his grip on the bed, "Leave me alone. Let them come and get me. I don't care anymore!"
Earl tugged again on Randall's shoulders, "Come on Randy, we have to take you in! I wish we didn't have to do this, but you're state material now. The state owns you and they say you need to be prepped for the Total Reform program."
Dean touched Randall gently, "Come now, bro. The surgeons are waiting for you."
Earl tried to steel Randall, "You can do it Randall. I know it's tough. I won't kid you; I hear they have to strap the boys to the gurney before they roll them into surgery; they are so frantic from thinking about what's going to happen to them. But I know you're a strong kid, Randy. You've got what it takes! Now come along and show your brother what a big and strong boy you can be. Make us proud, Randy."
Dean was getting nervous about the delay, "Come on Randy, we really cannot be late."
Earl pulled Randall up a little more firmly by the shoulders, but still Randall resisted, "Come on, dude. Come along with us now without making any trouble."
Randall kicked his legs, "Let go of me, you asshole!"
Dean cautioned, "Watch it Randy! Don't make matters worse."
Randall held tightly to the backboard of the bed. Earl coaxed, "It's not going to be bad. You won't feel a thing. The first thing they are going to do to you when you get there is give you a nice warm pre-surgery soaking to cleanse you. That will help ensure that they can do some really clean piercings of your ears, nips, chin, and cock, and it will help your skin accept the tattoos and brands more easily."
Randall shook his upper torso to shake off Earl's grip. Earl continued as Randall bucked to free himself, "You won't be alone, Randy. There will be other boys soaking in the prep tubs just like you. Total Reform boys are brave boys. They are not afraid of a few body modifications. The boys in the Total Reform program are dedicated full service boys who aren't afraid of hard work; aren't afraid of submitting to their overseers who know what's best for them. Come along now, Randy. Don't upset your brother."
Dean offered encouragement as well, "He's right Randy. Social Services told me that about 18 boys a day are processed for social servitude and of those 18; three a day are being processed for the Total Reform program. It's a common thing. There will be other boys there getting prepped for the same kind of surgery you will be undergoing."
Dean's cell phone rang and he answered it. It was a business associate who needed answers to questions about a legal case Dean was handling. Dean suddenly found himself involved in an important conference call. As Dean left the bedroom so his associates and he wouldn't be disturbed by any noise Randall might make, he made a hand gesture to Earl indicating that he would be on the phone for just a short while.
Once Dean was out of earshot, Earl took a firmer approach, "Okay you little shit, we're taking you in to get you `fixed' whether you like it or not!" Earl took a rough grasp of Randall's shoulders and tried more forcefully to pull him away from his grasp on the backboard.
Randall shouted, "Leave me alone, you fucker!"
Earl was surprised, "Boy, you sure have some nerve for a bottom-rung slave boy! Your vulgar attitude just makes it clear to me that you deserve what's about to happen to you. What they're going to do to you today in surgery is the going to be the best thing that's ever happened to you."
Earl tried again tugging at Randall's shoulders, but to no avail. Earl let go of Randall's shoulders and started unbuttoning the buttocks flap of his jumpsuit.
Randall shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm exposing your ass!" Earl glanced about the room and saw a training whip in the corner or the room. He fetched it and sliced it through the air as he made his way back to the bed.
Randall called out, "Get away from me!"
Earl rubbed Randall's exposed buttocks, "I bet Dean is going to miss your little juicy boy hole. Oh well, he always knows that he can get all he wants at my place. Reginald and Brendan are always there to service and please the way slave boys should, just the way you will be serving and pleasuring once you complete your seven-month training course. You should have a lot of fun in training, Mr. Fancy Pants!"
Earl got into whipping position, "Now, we're taking you in and you're going to get super ringed, branded and tattooed all over your body. And I intend to tell the folks at social services that it was a real mess of trouble trying to get you to come in, that you refused to cooperate with everyone of Dean's request and that maybe they should consider doing some punitive body modification on you to help you remember for the rest of your life that not following the orders of your overseer is a naughty thing to do!"
Earl sliced the training whip across Randall's exposed buttocks with all of his might and Randall let out a piercing cry. Earl asked, "Did that feel good?"
Randall cried out, "Dean, help!"
Earl was furious, "Shut up you dumb fuck! Dean is on an important conference call. What a fucking selfish asshole you are! All you have ever cared about are your own immediate and selfish needs."
Earl gave Randall's buttocks another slice of the training whip and Randall yelled louder than the first time, "Dean, help me. Please help me!"
Earl rushed to the bedroom door, slammed it shut and came at Randall with an angry voice, "So, you're trying to create a scene, are you? If it's a scene you want then I'm going to give you one you won't ever forget!"
Fueled by adrenaline and a sense of righteousness, Earl lunged at Randall, pulled him away from the headboard, stood him up, and pinned him against the wall.
Randall was terrified of the hatred-fueled strength that Earl displayed and cowered as Earl sneered his words, "You are nothing but an arrogant pansy cunt boy who is about to get what he deserves! And let me tell how much that pleases me!"
"In just a little while from now they'll be strapping you down to the gurney. I can just see you wailing and kicking as they strap you down to the gurney! Then they're going to roll you into surgery where they will turn you into a draft animal; you'll be marked for life: branded, tattooed, and have your back teeth removed. And if I have any say in it you'll also be getting your foreskin snipped off, all of it!"
"I can't begin to tell you how much I'm looking forward to seeing you when you return home from surgery, all decked out, branded and tatted! Mr. Fancypants Pretty Boy finally horse-ringed and hard-labor ready! It'll be a sight worth a million bucks."
As Randall cringed in fear, Dean reentered the room and Earl's demeanor took on a calm, in-control, tone. "Dean, I'm making a little progress here. I at least got Randall off the bed. Had to be a little firm, but it looks like Randall's beginning to give in."
Randall cried, "Dean, make him let go of me!"
Earl countered, "Dean, you need to realize that your brother's attitude about all of this is totally messed up. This is not the end of the world. Randall needs to be made to wake up and see the light. Don't let his whining upset you. What's about to happen to Randall is the best thing that ever could have happened to him. Taking him in should not be depressing you. You should be elated! Randall, your brother with so many problems, is finally going to be given the help he so desperately needs!"
Dean, checking his watch and bothered by the time constraint, could only agree with Earl, "He's right bro. Right now we have no other choice but to take you in. Once we get you to the Social Services Health Services building, I'll check into it and see if there's anything that can be done to stop the procedures."
Earl attached a leash to the genital cinch attachment which hung at the side of Randall's jumpsuit and gave it a tug. As Randall felt the base of his cock and balls squeezed by the choke cinch, he followed Earl along. At the doorway to the bedroom Randall grabbed on to the doorframe and cried, "My violin. I want my violin!"
Dean was heartbroken, "Randy it will be okay. Once you get back from surgery you will still have two more months to play it."
As Earl tugged Randall away he advised Dean, "I wouldn't encourage that, Dean. He needs to get violins and all that other shit that got him into trouble in the first place out of his head. He needs to start thinking like a hard-labor boy and not a violin playing, time wasting, pansy. What the whole Total Reform program is about is getting boys like Randall, who have been self-absorbed for their entire lives, to start thinking about how they can put the needs of society before their own needs."
Earl continued lecturing Dean as they made their way to the car, "Letting Randy play his violin any more is only going to depress him and muddle up the goals of the program. Randy and you both need to get yourselves geared up so Randy is ready for training. You need to be working on getting him muscled up and fit, so his training isn't so difficult on him."
"A big part of the Total Reform training program will be getting Randall bulked out, muscled and fit. That's why the Total Reform training program is seven months long. He's a hard labor product now and he needs to develop a hard labor body. Playing his violin is something that is not going to make training easy on him. The more fit and muscled he is as he enters the training program, the easier he's going to find the next six years of his life. If you really care about Randall, you'll put his violin up for sale once you get back home. Any extra time he would have spent on the violin should now be spent on either the treadmill or lifting weights."
Dean had Earl sit in the back seat of the car with Randall. Once Dean was in the front seat and started his car he reminded Earl, "Don't let go of Randall's leash!"
Earl held it up, "Don't you worry! As you can see I have it doubled around my fist. He won't get away!"
Randall sobbed in despair as his brother's car made its way to his 1:30 appointment at Health Services.
To Be Continued...
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