Boys Like You
Part Three
By Randall Austin
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Nothing made Randall fight his predicament more than when Dean ordered him into the bathroom to get his hair clipped off. Dean was taken aback at Randall's intense resistance.
Earl attempted to reason with Randall, "Look Randall, I hate to be blunt, but your days of being Mr. Fancy Hair are over, at least for a year. And the sooner you accept that things are going to be a little different now, the sooner you'll have an easier time of it. So just let your brother do what he needs to do."
Dean put a hand on Randall's shoulder, "Come on bro, take your shirt off now and sit down on this stool."
As Randall reluctantly complied, Dean encouraged him, "It'll be just like old times. Remember how when you were a kid I used to give you your haircut."
As Randall removed his shirt the sight of his smooth skinned torso delighted both Dean and Earl.
As Dean plugged in the clippers he spoke, "When you had your last hair styling appointment two weeks ago, mom and I had already made the commitment to have you indentured. But she didn't want me to say anything to you then just in order to save you $40 at the salon. Social Services says it's always best not let a person know ahead of time of an involuntary indenturement."
Earl explained, "It's the old always take em by surprise' tactic!"
As Dean plugged in the clippers, Randall started fidgeting. As Dean looked for the turn on switch, Randall pleaded, "Dean, please don't do this to me."
Dean found the switch, turned it on, and said, "We have no say in this matter, Randy. All the boys in `Stage One' have to be clipped and shaved." When Dean slid the clippers into Randy's hair and the first clump of his beautifully styled hair fell onto his bare chest, Randall started sobbing out loud. Dean tried to comfort Randall, "It's exactly like when you were a kid. You would always cry when I clipped you!"
Watching a proud kid like Randall get clipped and tamed was always a major turn-on for Earl, as it is for most people who handle servants with any regularity. Earl was a socially aware, smart, young, man, who was used to being around and controlling servants. It is not uncommon for overseers to erect while controlling slaves. Such simple things as giving out work orders to social servants, or showing them how to do some new task, can fill an overseer with that special `pride of control' feeling that is one of the rewards of dedicated overseership. But, Earl, like most overseers in the United States, out of standard accepted social decorum, does not allow himself to erect around slaves when in public. As Earl did what he had to do, mentally, in order to discourage his erection, he still managed to enjoy himself while he watched Randall quietly sob during his shearing.
Earl was typical, also of experienced servant handlers in that in his early twenties he found his heterosexuality turned into bisexuality from being around a lot of male servants. Seeing the bare-chested and fit Randall being clipped and tamed made Earl want to give him a feel. Feeling up a trim young male slave is something Earl would freely do in private, but being aware of how new Dean was to servant control, he refrained himself from touching the freshly indentured Randall. Earl knew that in the days ahead Dean would probably be asking him a lot of questions about the things he found himself experiencing as he took over the total control off his younger brother.
And Dean, although his demeanor was very serious as he took on his first duties as overseer; mainly to let his brother know that he was empathetic to the difficulty he was having in accepting his new status; was nevertheless, like Earl, enjoying the subjugation of his brother. As he clipped his brother as he sat slave-like on the stool, Dean did not know why he found satisfaction in his new power over his brother. He thought it was because, as he believed, that he was helping his younger brother become a better person.
Dean was gentle with his brother as clipped him. He knew that it was especially hard on Randall to lose his beautiful hair. "Randall, this is only temporary. But a lot of guys really get to like the feel of having a shaved head once they try it."
As Dean brushed the hairs off the torso of his totally head-buzzed brother, who's tear stained face was one giant frown, he spoke to Randall. "Okay dude, I'm going to let you finish up. You need to clip and shave your pits and nads. You can hop into the shower and do it. You need to shave your head too, so if you need any help with that, just yell. But you probably should learn to do that yourself, because once you start your job and classes in the rehab program, you have to be freshly shaved every day."
Randall hesitated to strip, so Dean tried to encourage him, "Come on Randy, you have to learn not worry anymore about me seeing you bare. You're a servant now. It's a different kind of relationship we have now, and as a servant boy there's no longer any reason to worry about being seen naked by free folks. And besides, once you're finished shaving, Earl and I are going to be getting up close and personal with you as Earl fits you with your `Stage One' gear."
Earl and Dean hung around the hallway outside of the bathroom as Randall showered and did what he was ordered to do. They freely looked into the bathroom from time to time to watch Randall, behind the shower curtain, lathering and shaving himself. Randall seemed to be taking his time doing his business, but Dean refrained himself from ordering Randall to speed things up. He didn't want to appear bossy on his first day as overseer. When Randall was finished, he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist, just as his brother reentered the bathroom to fetch him. "Okay, Randy, let's go up to my bedroom. It's time to get you collared, cinched, and braced."
Randall asked why they were going into Dean's bedroom, and Dean explained, "Because your bedroom is now off limits to you, at least until we get all of your things packed in boxes, and stored away downstairs. From now on you're going to be sleeping with me in my room, because starting from this moment when you're not at work or in therapy sessions, I intend to keep you on a short leash around the house. I want you within eye shot at all times."
Bald Randall stopped in his tracks, shocked once again by what he had just heard. Dean's hand was soon on his shoulder guiding him up to his bedroom. The first thing Randall saw in Dean's bedroom was Earl sitting on the bed opening some packages. Dean instructed Randall, "Okay, Randall, go and sit on the bed next to Earl so that he can get to work on you."
As Randall sat on the bed he held on to the towel about his waist to secure it. He looked somewhat dazed, and spoke, "I just remembered I have an appointment at three this afternoon."
As Earl removed some stickers from a collar, Dean spoke, "As soon as we're through with you, you can check out your new schedule in your folder, then you can call anyone you need to and tell them what's up." Randall nodded.
Earl placed the lightweight, silver collar, around Randall's neck to make a measurement. Randall felt warm to Earl. Earl made the adjustments and placed the collar back around Randall's neck. "Once I close these two ends, this thing is on permanently." Earl liked the feeling of having his face so close to Randall's face. He closed the ends of the collar, then felt about to make sure it was a good fit. "It's good. If I had made any mistakes in sizing it, we would have had to make a trip to Social Services. They're the only ones with the tools to remove it."
Dean commented on the collar, "It's pretty nice looking. If it weren't for those two D rings' on it, it would almost look like a piece of jewelry!" Dean asked Earl if the D rings' were for leashing Randall.
"No!" Earl fingered one of the `D rings' on the collar, "These are for tethering. Keeping him chained to one place. One of the most common forms of humane discipline, for example, is to attach a four or five inch, light weight caliper chain from his collar to the wall, and keep him tethered for several hours."
Dean nodded, "I see."
Earl continued to explain, "These days servants are most commonly leashed by their genital cinches. A small chain is attached to the `D ring' on the genital cinch; it goes through a hole in the bottom of their jumpsuits, and runs up to and is secured to a waist loop. Then if you ever want to leash him, say on a grocery trip or something, you would attach his leash to the chain attached to his waist loop."
"It is common to leash servants only to cinches or collars that have choking capability, so that if a slave tries to bolt, the cinch automatically tightens. The genital cinch I'll be attaching to Randall has just such a choking feature."
As Earl spoke, Dean fingered Randall's collar. Seeing Dean's interest, Earl commented, "It's amazing the way the modern collars are so lightweight. That collar Randall is wearing not only can't be cut off, but it has a GPS tracking chip, and electro-control capability."
Dean saw a worried look on Randall's face, "Don't you worry about that; mom and I, ordinary citizens, aren't authorized to use electro-shock control. It's only for law enforcement officers. It's totally standard for all social servants. Both the criminally indentured and the self-indentured have to wear them. It's nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. The electro-shock control is just in case you should ever get out of hand and the police need to bring you down."
Earl took the leg braces from out of their box, approached Randall, and touched him on the shoulder, "Okay, trooper, why don't you just go ahead and recline on the bed, so I can get these braces on you." Randall hated Earl's condescending tone. Randall leaned back slowly, keeping a hand on the towel about his waist. When he was on his back he straightened out his body and his towel.
When Earl slipped the braces on Randall's legs, Randall was startled by the cold metal. Earl held up a key for Dean to see and instructed him to stand beside him so he could demonstrate how to secure and adjust them. As Earl started to show Dean how to secure the braces Randy started squirming and kicking.
"I don't want you to put them on me. I can't stand it." When Dean told Randall to calm down, Randall started to get up off the bed. Dean immediately placed both hands on Randall's shoulders and gently pushed him back down on the bed. "Remember, Randy, this is the purpose of the `Stage One' program; to put a little control back in your life. Remember, what we're doing is designed to help and protect you, not punish you." Earl instructed, "You hold him down Dean. Once I get these braces on him I can set them so he can't kick at all!" Randall felt totally defeated, being held down by his older brother as Earl leg braced him. As Earl worked on the braces, he instructed Dean, "When you send him off to catch the bus each morning, they have to be set to #7." Earl showed Dean how to adjust the settings at points on the braces by the ankles, knees, and hips. "When he's at home you can take them down to #4 or #3. It will give him greater flexibility of movement. Although it's generally recommended that you keep them set high all the time for the newly indentured during their first month or so of service."
Earl also showed Dean how the braces could be used as punishment devices. "Each of the two main brace supports on each side of the legs has built in screws." Earl demonstrated, "Now notice as I turn the key on them they emerge from the brace. You just give it a few turns and soon the screws are up against the flesh. Notice if I give it a few more turns it starts digging into the flesh." Randall yelped and Earl undid the screw.
"There are four screws on each main support, on both the upper and lower leg portions of the brace, so there are a total of sixteen screws for each leg. Now, you don't, of course, want to tighten them so much that they tear into the flesh. That isn't their purpose. What you want to do is just have them so they are digging into the flesh to cause discomfort. These brace screws are a quite effective means of getting a slave to do things your way. Imagine the discomfort, from having all those screws digging into you. With the braces locked on, the slave can't escape the discomfort, and he'll soon be begging you to loosen the screws, and promising to behave!"
Dean said, "Neat!", then immediately he regretted saying it in front of Randall.
When Randall let out a sigh, Dean again attempted to comfort him, "It's almost over pal. You're doing great."
Earl joined in, too, "You sure are. I know the first day of indenturement is not easy on servants, and you are doing beautifully!" Randall was finding Earl's patronizing an assault on his dignity, and was beginning to get angry.
Earl took the genital cinch from the package. It was made from the same synthetic material as Randall's collar. Earl held it up for all to see and smiled broadly, "Okay, folks, here it is. Now it's time to do the fun part!" Earl nodded at the towel about Randall's waist, "Well, Randy. It's time for us to meet your little soldier!"
Randall closed his eyes, Earl sat down on the bed next to him, and opened up the towel around Randall's waist. Earl swallowed at the pretty sight before him, and tried to cover his lust with banter, "So this is the guy you've been spending so much time with lately!" The joke was not appreciated by either Randall or Dean, so Earl took a professional tack, "You did a good, clean, job of shaving yourself."
As Earl used both hands to manipulate the root of Randall's cock, he explained himself, "I know this is a personal assault, Randy, but I have to make sure your balls are out and fully forward. Once I get them out and forward, this will just take a second." And it did. As Earl closed both ends of the cinch about the root of Randall's cock, he explained, "This is just like the collar. There's no removing it now. It will lift your package a bit, Randy, and it can be a bit uncomfortable for the first day or so."
Earl, though he was somewhat clammy from having to stifle his sexual excitement at handling Randall's beautiful private parts, pointed out some features of the cinch to Dean, "You'll notice the cinch is studded with shanks. The genital cage, which you have in your supplies from Social Services, has instructions for attaching it to these shanks."
Dean was curious, "I'm eager to see how all this stuff affects Randy's ability to walk. Randy, why don't you get off the bed and take a few steps for us so we can see if there are any problems."
It was awkward for Randy to get off the bed, and when he realized he could only bend his knees in rather deliberate fashion, he was disheartened. "They're too tight. They've got to be too tight. Dean, they hurt." Earl instructed Randall, "Try walking towards Dean and me. I'll be able to tell then if I have them too tight." As Randall began his slow steps smiles broke out on the faces of Dean and Earl. Because of the setting of the braces, Randall had to keep his braced legs stretched somewhat apart.
Earl commented, "That bow-legged walk is what you get from the #7 setting. When you get over here, I'll bring the setting down."
As Randall hobbled along, he felt like crying. Earl whispered to Dean, "It's quite a sight seeing them walk in those braces, with their legs stretched out wide, their bald head making them look all jug-eared, and their dick and balls sticking out because of that cinch. It's kind of comical, but it helps a boy to realize that he's really a social servant now. I love it!"
Dean and Earl made Randall walk back and forth one more time, then Earl knelt down and readjusted the settings of the braces to #3. Randall was relieved to find out that it was much easier to walk at the lower setting. Dean handed Randall a yellow pair of social servant boxer briefs and a yellow jumpsuit and told him to put them on. Just before Randall buttoned up the front of the jumpsuit, Earl went and attached an 18-inch light caliper chain to a `D ring' on Randall's genital cinch. He guided the chain through a ribbed hole at the base of the crotch area of the jumpsuit, and attached the end of it to a loop on the exterior side of the jumpsuit. Earl instructed Dean, "If you want to leash Randall, you attach it to this part of the chain on the loop."
Dean and Earl stood back to appraise the jumpsuited Randall. Earl commented, "There you go, sport! Now you're looking like the real thing!"
Randall, feeling totally humiliated, was nevertheless quite angry, "Earl, you are really fucking annoying me with the way you're talking to me, like I'm some little kid or something."
Earl was quick to apologize, "Gosh, I'm sorry, Randy. I didn't even know I was doing that. I guess it was from habit. I kind of think of our family's servants as my younger siblings and I just get to talking at them that way."
Dean looked questioningly at Earl, and Earl understood Dean's concern, "Language like that definitely needs to go into Randall's log. It's entirely up to you if you want to punish him for it, but it does need to be logged, as it is unacceptable behavior." Randall folded his arms, and it was evident he was pissed.
Earl spoke, "There is one important thing I want to warn both of you about. This may shock you, but you need to be aware that the State, frankly, isn't real concerned about someone in the Stage One' program racking up a bunch of demerits and failing to pass the program. Dean, when you submit your report on Randall each week to the state, you are not going to be getting a phone call from some bureaucrat telling you how concerned he is about all of the demerit points Randy is accumulating. If Randy fails Stage One' and has to go into the five-year Total Reform program, all the State sees are dollar signs. It's pretty boys like Randy who bring the most money into Iowa State's coffers, especially for a five year term of service."
Earl continued, "As you know Dean, you have an appointment on Friday for Randy's Social Services physical, and after the physical Randall has an appointment with Becky Bloomer. She's this forty-year old woman with the job at Social Services that most gay guys would die to have. She's Social Services appraiser of male social servants. She's the person who does a thorough inspection of the newly indentured bucks, and then assigns them a market rating. That market rating is a very important bit of information. Social Services needs Randy's market rating for business purposes. So just remember, Social Services is a business, and Randy, in their eyes, is a commodity with a price tag."
Dean asked Earl what a `buck' was.
Earl replied, "A buck' is male slave, or social servant, in the age range of 17 to 30. Randy is, technically, a young buck'. The term refers to the age group and gender of the class of servant that has the potential to bring in the highest dollar amount per pound of flesh. And believe me, that's how Social Services now views Randy, as a commodity they would love to have on stock for as long a time as possible."
Dean and Randall were learning a lot. Earl continued, "That's why, Dean, it truly is up to you to take charge. If I had a brother I loved and really wanted to protect and make sure he passed the program, I would be acting on my concern. As ugly as it seems, you need to make the consequences for such language as Randall just used really unpleasant. Dean, you signed a paper agreeing to be Randy's chief overseer. That carries a great responsibility, normally. But when you're talking about your own brother, I think you have no choice but to be serious, damn serious, about it."
Dean put an arm around Randall, "Do you hear what he's saying, bro?"
Randall, feeling ever more trapped as the day went on, did hear and understood. He nodded and apologized, "I'm sorry for talking to you in that way, Earl. I'm just frustrated. It's hard. These leg braces feel awful."
Earl commiserated, "I know, it's hard, Randy. But I also know that in a couple of days you'll be used to the braces."
Dean, with one arm draped over Randall's shoulders, pulled Randall close to him, "It seems like demerits could rack up quickly, bro. I'm sure in the heck not going to punish you now as it was you're first time. But I love you bro. If it happens again, I'll have to do something. I'm not going to watch you slip into the Total Reform program."
Earl was excited, "I have an idea. I understand how this moment was a little awkward, and you, Dean, don't want to punish Randy this time. But in the photos you asked me to bring of typical scenes in a servant's workday, I have some photos of some actual punishment sessions. We can show those to Randall, so he knows what will happen to him the next time he commits unacceptable behavior."
Dean liked the idea, "Sure, that sounds like a great idea! Bring them out. It can serve as a kind of a vicarious punishment session for Randall."
The three men walked back to the study and took their seats around the coffee table. Earl dug out the photos he wanted from his briefcase, "I have to warn you, these photos are pretty raunchy, but we're all guys, right?"
To Be Continued...
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