Boys Like You
Part Thirteen
By Randall Austin
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As soon as Earl got home from helping his friend Dean deliver Randall to the Health Services facility at Social Services, he needed sexual relief. He was publicly humiliated, in his view, by the receptionist and the nurse who tried to prevent him from undressing Randall in the waiting room and who regarded his complaint on Randall's behavior as frivolous.
Sexual release always helped Earl relieve tension and as he stripped off his clothes in the living room he called for his servants Reginald and Brendan. When the servants arrived and saw Earl undressing, they knew what he wanted and so they began undressing themselves. Earl always wanted his servants naked when they serviced him sexually. He liked to reach out and feel parts of his slaves' bodies as they worked on him.
Reginald and Brendan did not find serving Earl too difficult. He was fair most of the time. While Earl did like to express his displeasure verbally with a slave who was momentarily tardy or did something in a way other than requested, Earl was not unduly cruel. He played and conversed with Reginald and Brendan, treated them with respect, and their duties and workloads were always well within State guidelines.
Sexually servicing someone as fair looking and fit as Earl was easy on both Reginald and Brendan. With Earl relaxed across the couch, Reginald sat next to Earl's chest and started softly rubbing Earl's chest and shoulders. Brendan sat next to Earl's lower legs and started massaging the full length of both legs.
Earl spoke, "Thanks guys; that really feels good. I need it!"
Earl pondered telling his servants about his ordeal at Social Services, but he did not relish relaying any event in which he came out the bad guy, so he decided to just relax, keep quiet and let his servants take care of him.
As the servants worked on Earl the phone rang, the message played and the voice of Randall's father could be heard speaking in an agitated voice, "Earl. This is Brian and this is an urgent message. It is now almost 2:30 PM on Wednesday. I can't reach Dean. If you see him within the next two hours please have him call me on my cell phone immediately. This is an emergency. There is still a way to help Randall avoid his procedures. But Dean must call me immediately. Thank you."
Earl said nothing, and let his slaves continue working on him, even though the message upset him. Earl did not like the idea that Brian was working to prevent Randall's processing and entry into the Total Reform program. Earl had enjoyed observing Randall's gradual subjugation into servitude and was looking forward to seeing Randall enter the Total Reform program. Earl did not see Randall's predicament as unfortunate in any way. Earl simply trusted the system; Randall had failed to perform up to expectations in the `Stage One' Program and the State was following up on his failure as could be expected; on an orderly and systematic course.
To Earl servitude was not a `big deal'. He treated his servants fairly well and believed that most other owners did so as well. Earl's desire to see Randall fully processed was not born out of any innate evil in his heart; rather simply out of the satisfaction of seeing a kid he always thought of as rather snooty and arty finally have a little state control brought into his life. His feeling was also bolstered by his desire to see the handsome Randall all ringed up for hard labor; a sight that for Earl was a surefire sexual turn on.
Just as Earl was again able to relax and allow his slave's ministrations to begin rehardening his overseer cock, the doorbell rang. Earl let out a quiet "Shit!" snapped his fingers for his slaves to get dressed and put on a robe that was hanging over the back of the couch. Brendan answered the door and let Dean in.
When Dean saw Earl he immediately began talking, "Man, I couldn't stay there and wait. I needed to get out of there. I'll go back and visit Randall after the..."
Earl raised a hand to shush Dean and addressed his servants, "Guys, you can leave us alone now. Thanks."
The servants nodded to Dean as they made their way out of the room. Earl took a seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to him, inviting Dean to take a seat. When Dean was seated Earl threw an arm over his shoulder, "You doing okay?"
"As good as can be expected. I feel pretty awful about this."
"I can imagine somewhat of what you're going through. I once had to return and exchange one of my father's servants, a guy I really liked, who had behavior problems. It was hard on me taking him in, knowing what county servants go through who are returned for reasons of bad behavior. But in the end I had to realize that it wasn't my fault. He had gotten himself into trouble. It wasn't me. I just happened to care for him; I was just his overseer. As my father told me after that incident, "You have to realize that servants who display behavior problems while in service would be displaying similar problems even if they were not servants. Such servants are the kind of free people who have trouble in the workplace, who have trouble holding down a job. In the end you just have to accept the fact that you did all you could for them and that they created their own problems." It was one of the best lessons my dad ever gave me."
Dean nodded his head and gave a worried look and Earl consoled him, "You've got to try and relax, buddy." Earl reached his hand to Dean's leg just above the knee and started to gently rub and massage it. "You are stressed. Try relaxing."
As Earl rubbed Dean's leg he called out, "Reggie, Brendan, bring us a beer."
Reginald soon entered carrying two bottles of beer and two glasses on a tray, followed by Brendan. As Reginald poured and served the beer, Earl instructed. I want you two to strip, put on some quiet music, turn down the lights and do a nice slow dance together."
When Dean objected, Earl interrupted him, "You just relax. This doesn't mean anything other than that I happen to think having two pretty boys dancing together to slow music just might help you to take your mind off of things and begin to relax you."
The servants did as instructed and Dean and Earl sat quietly together as the servants did their naked slow dance together. Earl complimented Reginald on the selection of music and continued stroking Dean's leg. After a bit Dean spoke, "You're right, Earl. This is relaxing."
As the servants danced slowly, Earl just as slowly moved his hand about Dean's leg. It was the most intimate physical contact Dean and Earl had ever shared and Dean was surprised that he felt so comfortable, at last, with Earl.
When Dean and Earl had finished their beers, Earl called for another one. When the servants arrived with the beers, each displaying semi-hardons, an aroused Dean had no problem with Earl's next request of his servants. "Now I want you to put on some upbeat music and show Dean and me your best dance moves! I want you to shake it up!"
The beer, the beat and the flopping servant dicks soon had Dean and Earl aroused. They were each rubbing the other's inner thighs as they watched the servants hop, jump, gyrate and spin. The fact that Brendan and Reginald were each having a good time as they danced helped to relax Dean all the more.
Soon all four males were erect. Reginald and Brendan had both Deal and Earl howling with laughter when they both reached in back of themselves and began spanking their asses in rhythm as they gyrated to the beat.
Earl opened his robe and let his sexual parts come into view. Dean breathed deep and Earl leaned over and undid Dean's trousers and told him to kick them off. Dean did and soon both free men were rubbing their inner thighs as they watched the servants hop and dance. After a bit Earl reached over and for the first time ever grabbed Dean's cock. Dean did the same to Earl. The two looked at each other and overcome with sexual desire they joined in a passionate kiss.
The servants saw that the free boys were engaged, so they stopped their energetic dancing and clasped each other and rubbed their bodies against each other, doing a slow hump to some fast music.
During their groping and kissing, Dean said to Earl, "Oh gawd, Earl!" And Earl said, "Fuck dude, you are hot!" When neither could stand holding out any longer, Earl ordered the slaves to get into kneeling positions on the couch. Earl guided Dean to the rear of Reginald and Earl took aim at Brendan's hole and both free boys took their slaves up the ass. As Dean and Earl pumped away they declared their infatuation with each other.
Earl, humping away, spoke, "Man, things are going to be beautiful between us, Dean. You are now my special friend! I want to get to know you better, dude!"
"Same here, Earl. This was bound to happen. I feel you man, I feel you!"
Earl responded, "All I've got is yours dude. These boys are here for you anytime you need it, Dean. We need to stick together: you, me, my slaves and your slave. We need to help each other man."
The words Earl just spoke could have been disconcerting to Dean if he had paid close enough attention to them. As such, he chose to half ignore them. But Earl continued, "Man, when we get Randy into the mix it's going to be one hot session! I can hardly wait to see Randy when he gets home all rigged up for Total Reform. He should be one hot fucker boy!"
Dean ignored Earl as he made his way to his climax. The servant boy he was fucking had the juiciest hole he had ever experienced and Reginald was once again doing what Dean had recalled him doing on his previous fuckings. As he indicated he was nearing a climax, Reginald would gently squeeze and unsqueeze Dean's dick with his sphincter muscles. Dean exclaimed, "Reginald, you are fucking amazing!"
Earl agreed, "Isn't he though! That's what I want to do to Randall for you; get him trained to do the same kind of thing. I can have him trained to do the same thing in just a couple of lessons. You and I need to turn him into an ace fuckboy." For one brief moment, as Dean began squirting his wad up Reginald, it seemed like it would indeed be a good idea to get Randall trained as an ace fuck boy.
Dean and Earl completed their fuckings at the same time and when it was all over, Earl led the exhausted quartette up to his bedroom and they all sprawled out on his giant overseer pleasure bed. The free boys watched the servants suck each other off and soon all four men were asleep in the warm afternoon.
When the four men woke from their post-sex nap, it was 5:30 PM. Earl and Dean both had giant piss hardons. Dean was about to make his way to the bathroom when Earl stopped him, "No need to get out of bed, dude. Watch this."
Earl grabbed his cock and wagged it at Brendan. Brendan knelt over Earl's groin, took his cock in his mouth and Earl began pissing. Brendan swallowed the full load without any trouble and Earl rubbed him on the head. He then said to Dean, "Now you try it!" Brendan made his way over Dean's groin and took his cock in his mouth.
Earl instructed Dean, "Try not to piss too hard or too fast. It takes a little practice."
Dean laughed as he peed into Brendan's mouth, "This feels good!"
Earl offered, "I can teach Randall to do that for you as well. Really, buddy, when he gets home you should have him spend a couple of days with me. I'll get him up to snuff for you!"
Dean told Earl that he wanted to get to the ICU unit to visit Randall, but that first he wanted to shower. As Dean was doing the final adjustment on the water temperature in the shower, he was joined by Brendan and Reginald. Earl, standing outside the shower told Dean, "I've instructed my boys to wash you. Just relax and let them take care of you."
Dean did as instructed and was surprised and delighted at how wonderful it felt being tended to by two such charming servants. When he was out of the shower and getting dressed, Earl again reminded Dean that he could have the same kind of service in his own home. "Bathing you is something Randall should be doing for you every day until he enters the Total Reform program. It's one of the things he will learn to do for you if you decide to take me up on my offer and let me train him."
As Dean made his way to the Guardian Avenue Health Services building, he seriously considered Earl's offer and wondered, "What's wrong with letting a servant be a servant?"
What had happened to Randall only hit Dean with force when he entered the Health Services building. A receptionist led Dean to a post-operative care room that was specifically for boys who were scheduled to enter the Total Reform program.
The receptionist explained, "We keep them in a room of their own because they sometimes have to be here for as long as four days and some of the things we do to them tends to scare the regular social servants, you know, all those rings and things and that bell. Plus we have to keep the Total Reform boys chained to the bed and cathetered and that can make regular social servants feel like they are prisoners or something."
The nurse opened the large door to a room marked, `SCU – TOTAL REFORM'. It was a large room, dimly lit, with ten beds on each side of the room. Fifteen of the beds held social servants in varying stages of their post-operative care. All of the servants were in the same position on their beds: they were naked, on their backs and appeared to be asleep. Their legs were spread wide and hanging between their fifteen pairs of legs was a cock hanging way down, tugged down by a big fat silver ring through their dick heads that looked like a large steel donut. Their legs had to be spread wide to accommodate the donut ring. Coming out of all fifteen dicks was a catheter tube that led to a catch container under their beds.
The receptionist led Dean to the middle of the room and pointed to a bed, "There's Randall. It would be best not to wake him." If the receptionist hadn't told Dean it was Randall, he would not have known, since all the boys looked alike: totally bald, heavily ringed and strapped to their beds with straps across their chest, upper legs, and lower legs. Their arms were cuffed to the bed.
The receptionist left and Dean was alone in a room with 15 boys being readied for lives of hard labor. The most prominent feature of the boys in their beds was their dicks. The boys had no choice but to keep their legs spread and expose their dicks ringed with a giant steel donut-like ring. Dicks that belong to boys in the Total Reform are no longer used primarily for pissing and pleasure. Dicks that belong to boys in the Total Reform program are primarily for tethering. Boys in the hard labor program are tethered at both ends; by their nose rings and by their cock rings. It's the proven way of keeping boys like Randall on course; no straying when your nose is tethered to an overhead trolley line and your cock is tethered to either a trolley line at floor level or to a work cart. Boys like Randall, once tethered and trollied, have no choice but to tow the line.
Dean walked up to Randall and looked at him. He looked somehow less human to Dean, with so much metal on his body. The nose and earrings were obscenely large. And the two smaller side nose rings made Randall's face almost unrecognizable. The bell hanging from his chin seemed unnecessary; almost an item to provoke laughter. Dean wondered what he would say to Randall if he were awake. What does one say to someone who is so drastically modified for the sole purpose of hard labor? `Gosh, you look great!'
Dean, staring at Randall's face, slowly backed away, calm yet horrified. He backed into the bed that was next to Randall's and turned suddenly. There in the bed was a boy who looked exactly like Randall, also asleep. Strapped down as if he were a murderer. Dean's eyes fell on the boy's chest. The tattoo was not small as he was told. It was huge across his chest; TOTAL REFORM. Big black letters. Disfigured for life.
Dean looked away, paused, collected himself and walked out of the SCU unit as fast as he could. He didn't know where he would go or what he would do, but he wanted to avoid what he had just seen. Suddenly he wanted all of his connections with social servitude and with Randall wiped out.
He got in his car and started driving home. But he didn't want to go there. It was where Randall used to live. He turned and headed towards the freeway and eventually saw a sign that said, `Iowa City 40 Miles'.
He hadn't been to Iowa City in quite a while. There wasn't much to interest him in Iowa City, but he did have a couple of old friends who lived there. Friends he hadn't seen in well over a year, Chuck and Buster.
Chuck was an auto mechanic and Buster, his lover, was a fry cook. They didn't live the high life, but Dean admired the way they seemed to be genuinely happy with their lives and with each other.
Yes', Dean thought, a visit with old friends will help me get some perspective back in my life'.
To Be Continued...
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