Boys Like You
Part Sixteen
By Randall Austin
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After Sunday dinner and on orders from Dean, Randall showered and reshaved his entire body. He had trouble shaving his head, since he was still not used to doing it and he had to call Dean into the bathroom to help him. As Dean finished shaving Randall, he explained, "I sort of have to attend a birthday party for a good friend of an associate at the firm and I have no choice but to take you with me. Social Services has directed that I not leave you by yourself for extended periods before you enter the Total Reform training program."
It was easy for Randall to get dressed. All he had to do was pull on his yellow jumpsuit and sandals. When he was dressed he watched his older brother finish up dressing himself in just the same way he used to ready himself when he was going out to some social gathering. His brother gelled and carefully styled his hair, put on a little cologne and carefully selected a neat and hot casual wardrobe with classy shoes. He finished up with an abbreviated and spiffy sports jacket and threw a silver ornamental necklace about his shoulders. To Randall, Dean looked hot when he dressed up and it made him feel all the more miserable dressed in his yellow social service jumpsuit, with his big bald servant head sticking up on top, emphasized by the giant rings through his ears and nose and the humiliating chin bell dingling away.
Randall managed a weak, "Please Dean, I don't want to go. You can lock me in the bedroom."
Dean was sympathetic, "I wish I could do that, Randy. I know this isn't going to be a lot of fun for you. But I can't risk putting you in harm's way. There could be a fire or some other emergency if you were here by yourself and locked up."
As Dean and Randall made their way down the stairs Randall never felt more awkward in his entire life. His jumpsuited, baldheaded and ringed, appearance stood in stark contrast to his spiffily dressed and neatly groomed older brother, who controlled him. He felt even more lost than ever because he felt that his older brother now looked down on him and considered him more of a `servant' than ever before because of his bald and ringed appearance.
There was an unexpected knock on the door as Dean was about to turn out the house lights. Dean answered the door and on the porch was his best friend Earl, along with his two slaves, Reginald and Brendan. After greetings and as Dean let Earl and his servants into the house, Earl said to Dean, "Look at you, all spiffed up! You must have known I was coming looking for a good time. You look hot, buddy!"
Dean thanked Earl for the compliment and explained that he and Randall were just about to leave for a birthday party. Earl was disappointed, "Man, don't do this to me! I think you know why we're all here. I want to have some fun with Randall, like you promised and I brought Reggie and Brendan here so you could have some fun, too."
Dean apologized, "I wish I could, but I really ought to attend this party." Dean didn't like what he was about to offer, but realized it was probably the only way to end Earl's persistence. "Randy really doesn't want to go with me to this party and I don't blame him. But what I can do is let you stay here with Randy if you promise to overseer him until I get back in several hours."
Earl smiled and winked at Dean, "Man, I would be so happy to `oversee' your boy!"
Earl was in a party mood and hollered out to the servants, "Okay everyone, we're gonna have some fun!" Earl walked towards Randall, smiling, "Hi Randy! How ya doin'?"
Dean knew what Earl wanted, thought about it for a moment to dispel any misgivings he was having and was able to put his mind at rest. Dean realized that what Earl wanted was perfectly within his rights to desire; Randall was a servant and Earl's use of him sexually was legally protected; he really did `owe' Earl a favor for all the times he had had sex with his servants; and putting Randall under someone else's control for a while would broaden Randall's experience and thus help to make his entry into the Total Reform Training Program a lot less traumatic for him.
Dean realized that his best course of action would be to leave the house as soon as possible, so he went up to Randall and said, "Okay, Randall, it's solved; you don't have to go to the party with me. Earl is your overseer while I'm away, so do as you're told. I won't be gone for any more than four hours."
Dean was surprised at the speed with which Earl got into things, as Earl clapped his hands and called out to the servants, "I want all of you servants to get party-ass naked. Now!"
To Earl's servants, the request was expected and they thought nothing of it as they laughed and joked with each other and happily got bare for their owner, expecting the usual enjoyable sex session.
To Randall the request, coming from the despised Earl, was the most unbearable and demeaning thing ever asked of him since he was a servant. Dean, aware of Randall's distress, stopped at the edge of the room to observe how Earl would handle the situation.
Earl smiled convincingly and attempted to get Randall in a fun mood, "Come on Randall. We all want to see you naked, especially my boys. I was telling them how hot you look loaded down with all of your obedience rings."
When Reginald saw that Randall was upset, he attempted to encourage him, "Randy, come on, it's not a big deal."
As usual, Earl tried to reason with the stubborn Randall. "Would you like to know why you're a servant? Do you have any idea why the state has remanded you to a program where you have no choice but to do as you are told? It's because society recognized that you have an obedience problem. Your brother was the first to take serious note of your problem and he, good citizen that he is, passed that info on to your mom and to the state. The state checked out your record and saw that a real problem pattern was developing in your life. So the state put you into the `Stage One' Program in an attempt to get a handle on the situation. But, unfortunately that didn't work out. That didn't do the trick for you. So now you're all kitted and rigged and about to be sent into the Total Reform program where the state can finally get a real handle on your obedience problem."
Randall stood frozen, gazing at the floor, as Earl continued, "Do you doubt that you have a problem? Do you think Dean, the state of Iowa and I, are just making this stuff up? If you do and I know you do, then just take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror. You're loaded down with rings. Giant rings. Obedience rings. The state put all of those rings on you because they know you don't know how to obey. Once they get you all tethered and trollied in the Total Reform program you'll have no choice but to finally obey. The state will have you obeying as soon as they get you rigged up to the trolley lines. Then you'll have no choice but to obey for at least the next five years of your life."
"One of the ways the state gets boys like you to behave is to put you through a series of round robin exercises. And being used sexually is one of the common disciplines. It teaches humility. Don't think of what I'm about to do to you as just a fuck session. Oh no! You'd be missing the point. What I'm going to be doing to you as I get my cock up inside of you is teaching you submission and respect. Respect for yourself, for free people and for your overseers."
Earl looked around and smiled at everyone and continued, "So with that noble end in mind, right now you are going to get naked and we're all going to have some fun."
Earl put his arms akimbo, waiting for Randall to begin stripping, but Randall didn't move. Earl emphasized, "This is going to happen whether you like it or not. The reason I get to bone you whether you like it or not is because you're a slave. So just accept the fact that in a few minutes you're going to be dancing on the end of my rod."
Randall knew that Earl and most likely Dean would not hesitate to punish him if he didn't obey, but would probably relish doing such a thing, so he slowly began unzipping and unbuttoning his jumpsuit. Earl encouraged him, "That's a good boy. But don't be so glum. My boys, Reginald and Brendan, love partying on my rod! You probably will too."
As Randall stooped over to remove his sandals, and slipped off his jumpsuit and Earl was pleased. "That's the way. It's important to learn early on that misbehaving is just plain stupid! Isn't that right, boys?"
Brendan and Reginald both smiled, "That's right, sir." Once Randall's jumpsuit was off, Earl instructed him, "Stand up straight and tall, with your hands at your sides, so my boys can get a good look at you!"
Once the fully naked, fully ringed, bald and belled Randall was exposed, both Brendan and Reginald looked him over with both a sense of awe and pity. But neither servant could conceal their lust as their dicks hardened at the sight of a real hard labor drudge naked and in such close proximity.
Reginald was amazed at the size of Randall's rings, "Man, that cock ring must weigh a ton!"
Dean, who had been watching Earl lecture Randall and finding it hard to tear himself away from the sight of three naked servant beauties in the room, responded from his corner of the room, "It doesn't weigh a ton, but it's a beauty, isn't it?"
Earl licked his lips, "Imagine what it looks like when you have 60 to 80 guys all decked out just like Randy here: all bald, naked and monster ringed. It's quite a sight! I still get a boner just recalling my visit several years ago to Social Services Industries in Dubuque, where the hard labor camps are located."
Dean, listening to Earl, could not take his eyes off of his brother. Since Randall had returned from processing, Dean had avoided openly staring at him to avoid embarrassing him. But now Randall was a fully exposed drudge and was going to perform a service that was a perfectly standard duty for a servant, especially a hard labor drudge, so thought Dean in an attempt to help put aside any doubts he was having.
Earl went up to Randall and starting gently rubbing his bald head. "Are you going to be a good boy and treat me right? I'm actually a pretty gentle master, so if there's any way you like it or don't like it, just let me know. What I'm going to have you do for starters is service me with a little mouth action, cause that way I get some time to look you over real good as you suck on me. You're one hot looking slave all dolled up in those hard labor rings and I want to relish the sight of you to the hilt."
The naked Brendan and Reginald were getting turned on by Earl's cooing talk to Randall and both started gently manipulating their dicks.
Dean could take no more, "You know, maybe I will stay. Fuck that birthday party. I hardly know the gal!"
Reginald shouted "Hurray!" and went up to Dean and hugged him, "You sure look sexy all dressed up. Earl never gets dressed up like that. I wish he did."
Earl, still smiling and rubbing Randall's head heard Reginald's comments and spoke, "You should have told me what you like, Reggie. I'd be happy to get dressed up for you if it would turn you on even more."
Reginald, now holding Dean in his arms asked him, "And when are you going to get naked and join us, big boy?"
Dean didn't answer, but pulled Reginald towards him and kissed him hard. Randall, continuing to look to the ground, noticed Dean's kiss of Reginald through his peripheral vision. He felt like crying.
Earl called out, "Okay everyone, before you get all carried away over there let's get ourselves turned on a bit over here with a fun game." Dean and Reginald broke away from their kiss as Earl dug into his duffle bag and pulled out four short flip whips. He handed one to Dean, Reginald, and Brendan and kept one for himself.
He signaled for everyone to gather around Randall and explained, "We need to get Randall, here, energized, turned on and into the spirit of things. Let's keep him attentive!"
With that he lashed at Randall's left arm with the flip whip. Randall jumped and hollered. Earl was pleased, "He's starting to show some life. Join in boys!"
With his command Brendan slashed Randall on the buttocks and that was followed with a slice of the flip whip to Randall's right leg from Reginald. Randall was now jumping to avoid the four whip-armed men who kept him surrounded.
The flip whip, basically a stick with four artificial leather lashes on the end, stings but does not abrade the skin and causes no severe pain. It is a staple item in almost every servant holding household in the northern states, where it allows even the most squeamish owners to deliver motivation to a servant without causing them undue guilt over having used a control device. The flip whip is most commonly used by housewives to get their teen and young adult male slaves motivated.
The two dressed free men and the two naked servants of Earl, continued their taunting and motivation of Randall. Reginald and Brendan's boners were obvious to all, as was the delight they were taking in watching the heavily ringed naked Randall jump around to avoid the sting of their whips. Randall's jingling chin bell, as he jumped around, brought smiles to the faces of all.
Randall was too desperate trying to avoid the menace of the whips to cry. Seeing how turned on everyone was by the taunting session, caused Dean to join in the fun and give a few slashes to Randall's back as well.
In the eyes of the four males holding the flip whips, what they were doing was simply a slaver's gimmick, part of social servant culture. To Brendan and Reginald, servants who themselves had been subject to plenty of humiliating treatment through the years, it was fair game and good way to get turned on.
But the reality was that Randall was being subjected to bear baiting as reprehensible as anything that took place in the middle ages. He was an animal being poked and prodded for sport, for the highs that such abuse gives to males. The culture of servitude tries to pass such rites off as a cultural norm, but in fact the protection of such conventions through the artifice of labeling them as cultural norms only makes them all the more barbaric.
Dean's boner, concealed in his expensive dress slacks, was as steel hard as Reginald's and Brendan's. The sight of his naked brother and his big slave rings flopping about as he jumped and cringed was too much of a turn on and he knew he had to get his pants off immediately, or else all of his leaking precum would stain his expensive dress slacks.
When Randall fell to the floor and pulled himself into a fetal position, Earl held out his hand as a sign to everyone to stop slashing at Randall. "I think we finally woke him up!"
Everyone laughed. Earl, looking down at Randall, started unbuttoning his shirt, "You're looking good to me, Randall. Real good!"
Earl licked his lips as he removed his shirt; Dean started unbelting and unzipping his slacks; Earl's servants started jacking as they watched the two handsome free men undress.
When Earl was naked, he walked up to Randall on the floor and stooped down, he grabbed Randall's hand and led it to his jutting cock, "Take hold of it and keep holding it." Earl then stood up, slowly and Randall understood that he was to stand up holding onto Earl's cock. Earl slowly backed himself to the couch with Randall following him holding onto his cock. Earl sat down low on the couch, spread his legs wide and instructed Randall to kneel on the floor in front of him.
Earl smiled at finally having Randall totally in his control before him. He spoke quietly, "You're going to begin servicing me by gently taking the tip of my cock into your mouth and working it over with your tongue. If you do a good job, I won't have to hurt you anymore."
Randall, still holding Earl's cock, didn't move. Earl advised him, "I'd suggest you start sucking, slave boy, because I'm in no mood for any delays!"
Randall let go of Earl's cock and moved his face to Earl's dick tip. He opened his mouth and was about to go down when the doorbell rang followed by loud knocking.
Earl jumped up and exclaimed, "Jesssuschriiz. Don't answer it!"
To Be Continued...
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