Boys Like You
Part Six
By Randall Austin
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Dean made his way slowly and quietly up the stairs and went to the doorway of Randall's bedroom. Randall had his back to Dean as he was folding items that he had removed from a dresser drawer. Dean leaned against the doorframe. He smiled, more an internal smile than one visible on his lips, as he eyed his naked and hobbled younger brother's oiled and reddened rump.
To see Randall obediently doing something that Dean had ordered him to do filled Dean with the most intense delight. Dean realized that it was his concern for his brother and the actions he took, which brought Randall to where he was now. He looked at his naked, hobbled and ass-reddened, brother and wondered if Randall's sense of entitlement had begun to abate. Dean now had Randall in his possession; fully under his control. Although Dean truly felt Randall was arrogant to a troubling degree and that his reckless behavior demanded some kind of control and those were the chief reasons he took steps to have his brother enrolled in the `Stage One' program; he nevertheless was surprised at how good it felt to finally have Randall under his control.
Dean looked at the expanse of Randall's naked backside. He felt a glow within. He then let his eyes look more deeply at his brother's naked rump. Randall's buttocks were oiled, reddened, and prominent. The shine from the baby oil added to their allure. The oil also made Randall smell like a baby, which Dean thought appropriate; after all, Randy was his baby brother.
Randall was a runner. His rump was a runner's rump. Dean thought Randall had a better shaped rump than he did, it was better defined.
Dean looked at Randall's naked head, a servant's head. Dean wanted to rub it. He wondered if he should make Randall oil his head and if it would add to Randall's humiliation and help reap positive results. As Dean's dick started to harden, Dean caught himself. He questioned what he was doing. Why was humiliating Randall turning him on? Was he lusting after his own brother?
Dean quickly put the thought aside and pondered how he was free to spend his day in whatever way he desired, but his brother was now no longer free to do as he chose. Randall now had to do whatever Dean ordered him to do.
Dean was aware of the humiliation Randall was going through. He wanted very much for Randall not be distraught over his condition, yet he felt the humiliation and the pain of the tawsing Randall had received were truly needed to help Randall get to a point where he would eventually just face and accept his new status as a boy in a rehabilitative indenturement program. Keeping him naked and hobbled would force Randall to confront his new reality.
But Dean realized that if Randall were alone by himself his shame would not be so great, so Dean made his presence known, "Good work."
Randall neither turned to face Dean nor said anything. Dean spoke, "Once you finish packing everything away in boxes and get them in storage, this entire room needs a good scrubbing. Windows, floor, walls, ceiling, everything!"
Randall continued doing what he was doing without commenting. After a bit Dean continued, "And of course you'll have to strip your bed and launder all of the bedding, because you'll be sleeping with me from now on. When was the last time your blankets were washed?"
Randall spoke, quietly, "I'm trying to do what you asked me to do. Why don't you just leave me alone, Dean?"
Dean was firm, "Listen young man. Let's get serious here. You are now an indentured servant and it is my job to keep you actively employed in useful service. State law requires it. I'm not playing games here. This is your new life. When you're not at your county job or counseling classes, I am your overseer and I am to both monitor you and keep you engaged in useful service."
"Now answer my question!"
Randall did not answer. Dean was getting frustrated. "Randall, if you want to play hardball, I can do that. But I should think someone who is pig-naked and hobbled would realize that is probably not a sensible thing to do."
Randall, frustrated as well, sighed. "I don't know when the blankets were last washed. I never do that. Mom always does that stuff."
Dean replied, "Well that's all about to change."
Randall took the pile of folded clothes and placed them on his bed next to the piles of clothes he had already folded. Randall's shame in his naked and hobbled condition was intense. Dean noticed that Randall's eyes were still teary.
As Randall hobbled back to the closet Dean realized how conflicted his feelings were; he was happy to have Randall under strict control in an intensive rehab program, but he also wanted his brother to find peace with his situation and to just accept it.
Randall grabbed an empty shoebox from the closest, hobbled to his dresser, and placed several bottles of cologne and hair products into the box. He turned, and with the box in hand, hobbled past Dean. "These are the things you wanted me to place in your room."
Dean nodded, and as Randall made his way out of the room Dean was transfixed by the sight of his younger brother's cinched sex unit, bobbing as he walked. He liked the way Randall's cock tip, with its quite large piss-slit, peaked out from the foreskin.
Dean rubbed his forehead, and paused a bit. He tried to shake the image of his brother's penis from his mind. He left the room and looked down the hallway. Randall was just entering his bedroom. He followed after him.
In Dean's bedroom Randall placed the grooming products from the shoebox on top of Dean's dresser. Dean went up to the dresser and looked at some of the products Randall was placing on the dresser. Dean, standing next to Randy, randomly picked up a bottle of cologne and smelled the spray tip, and commented, "This is the scent you would use whenever you went to visit your friend Frank." Dean held up the cologne for Randall to see and asked, "Is this your favorite scent?" There was no response from Randall. Dean waited a bit, then asked "Or is it Frank's favorite scent?"
There was still no response from Randall. Dean continued, "What did you two do together all the time?"
Dean understood that Randall perceived his questions as taunting, when he did not intend them in such a way, and tried to reassure Randall. "Sooner or later you are going to have to give Frank and all of your other friends a call and tell them what's going on." When there was still no response from Randall, Dean touched him on the shoulder and in an attempt to cheer him, said. "I'll tell you what; we can designate something like every first Saturday of the month as visitation day and if you are caught up on all of your chores, then that would be a day on which all of your friends can come and visit you!"
Dean thought it was a cheerful, good, option. Randall did not, because as far as he was concerned he never wanted any of his friends to see him bald, hobbled, and wearing a yellow social servant jumpsuit.
Dean understood Randall's failure to respond. He was about to set the bottle of cologne down, but instead, on a whim, aimed it at Randall's chest and sprayed it. Randall looked up surprised. And he was more surprised when Dean took his hand and started rubbing the scent about his chest, between Randall's two nipples.
Dean placed his other hand on Randall's shoulder and said, "Everything's going to be okay, bro, if we work together as a team. We each have a part to play. If you do yours, I'll do mine, and all will be well." Dean noticed that Randall seemed to respond favorably to the gentle physical contact, for the beginnings of a smile broke out on Randall's face.
Dean continued, "Randy, I feel that everything is going to be okay. It feels really good having you under my control like this. You're like my little brother once again and I get to train you all over again and help you become a responsible young man."
Randall, suddenly uncomfortable with Dean's intimacy, asked if he could get dressed. Dean answered, "No Randy. You have to get over your inhibitions around me. If I'm not ashamed of you in your naked, bald, cinched, collared, and hobbled condition, then you certainly shouldn't be! You need to learn to be proud of yourself."
Randall was frank, "I'm just a fucking servant! Everybody makes fun of us and thinks we're all loser trash, regardless of all those ads that try to paint social servitude as an honorable profession. I'm just a fucking servant that school kids are going to laugh at and make fun of, just the way school kids always laugh at and make fun of social servants!"
Dean shook his head, "You are not JUST a social servant! You are MY social servant, so that makes you one, very special, social servant. But I will tell you that being proud of your new status is something that is learned and doesn't come easily. I don't expect you to learn it in a single day."
"I know this because I'm in the same boat you are. I also have to learn not worry about what you think of me. I confess, I've been worried all day that you'd think I was some asshole brother trying to lord it over you just for the fun of it. I, too, have to learn not care what you, as a social servant, think of me. And just like you, when I'm naked in front of you, I also have to learn not care what you think of me, sort of, because you're a servant and I'm free. I too have to learn to be proud of myself in front of you. You are a servant now and I'm free, and we each have to accept and be proud of our roles in each other's lives."
The brothers' first night in bed together, since Randall's childhood, felt good to both Dean and Randall. They both were so stressed out by the end of Randall's first day in indenturement, that they took comfort in the nearby silence of each other. They quickly fell asleep and slept very soundly. When they awoke at 10:00 AM the following morning, they were surprised that they had slept so well.
Dean made Randall sleep in his yellow social servant boxer briefs and he slept in a pair of steel gray boxers. As they reclined in bed, before getting out of bed, Dean, on his side facing Randall, gave out orders for the day that were intended to help Randall adjust comfortably into his new life. "Today I want you to continue packing your things away and taking them down to storage. You can work at your own pace. If you feel you need a break or a change, then just come to me and we can do something together: play a game of chess, go for a walk, or make us a snack."
"What the rehab program you're in does not want is for you to have any free time by yourself, because we know what sort of things you have gotten into in the past. Remember, the purpose of this program is to help you break away from self-destructive habits, not to punish you. So we need to work on breaking you out of your self-absorption; as well as your obsession with all of that porn shit. The counselors at Social Services told me that such porn addiction is usually accompanied by compulsive masturbation. So most likely you were a pretty heavy wanker." Randall looked aside, humiliated. Dean continued, "Don't try to deny it, bro. This is the time to bring all of your bad habits out into the open so we can work on ending them. I suspected you were a heavy masturbator all along; it's nothing new to me. So except when you're practicing your violin, where I can hear you, you are not to have any free time by yourself. And that includes bathroom time. Remember, if you ever close a bathroom door while you're in there, that warrants a chastening procedure."
"But don't worry, your punishment won't always be just paddlings. Using the same punishment over and over is counter productive, so Social Services has provided me with lots of cool options we can use in the starter kit. Over time I'm sure that I'll find out which procedures you respond best to and once I get a knack for this punishment thing, it will help me to help you more quickly get to the place in your rehab program where you are supposed to be."
During Randall's first week in his social servant job with the county, he came home upset almost every day with a list of complaints for Dean. He complained about his ordeals using the city bus system and how rudely he was treated by free people; he complained about the concrete-headed and dogmatic counselors in his after-work rehab therapy sessions; and most of all he complained about the abusive treatment he and his five co-servants received from their two overseers.
Social servants in the Stage One' Iowa State Rehabilitative Indenturement Program work each weekday from 8 to 3 for the County Parks Department. The boys work in teams of six social servants. Team members are not rotated, with the intention of having the boys in the Stage One' program get to know each other and learn team building, goal support, and socialization. The six team members sit in the back portion of a green Linn County Parks Department van. There are two overseers assigned to each van, one of which is the driver. Each van has its own territory and every day makes the rounds of all the public stops, bus stops, rest stations, and picnic areas on its route. At each public area the van stops, the overseers open the back doors and the six yellow-jumpsuited social servants hop out and get to work cleaning up the area.
The social servants perform such tasks as sweeping, emptying trash containers, picking up debris, scraping gum off the pavement, hosing and washing an area clean, painting, and doing minor repairs.
Randall's complaint to Dean was that the overseers treat the social servants not only rudely, but also abusively. Randall explained how the two overseers, who were just a couple of years older than he was, constantly talk down to them and berate them in front of free people while they are working at the stops. He also told how when they are in public restrooms it is there that the overseers deliver any earned punishment within view of any free people using the restrooms.
Dean asked if the overseers made them take off their jumpsuits. Randall answered, "No, they just open up our rump flaps and paddle us."
Dean saw no need for alarm, "Well then, I don't see reason why that's a problem. Just make sure you don't do anything that earns you any punishment."
One Saturday morning, two weeks after having been indentured, Randall was once again frustrated with Dean's inability to grasp the humiliation he was put through on a daily basis by his overseers. "They are a couple of football and cunt obsessed morons!"
Dean was firm, "Watch your language there, Randy. That kind of talk against any overseer or guardian will not be tolerated and I want it stopped right now! I've heard quite enough nasty talk about your overseers these past two weeks, and I want it stopped."
Randall was pissed, but held his tongue.
Dean continued, "And one more very important item; if you are ever paddled or demerited for any reason while you are on the job, I want to know about it the moment you get home; because you will then receive a repeat of your punishment from me as a form of reinforcement.
Randall was even more pissed, "I really don't think a couple of trailer trash `booze and tit' boys are competent to make any kind of judgment calls about what anyone deserves. Certainly not any regarding me!"
Dean stood up, "Okay, that does it, hotshot! That kind of disrespectful language towards authority figures will just not fly! Such talk is exactly the reason you are in this program, to straighten out that kind of `shoot from the hip' arrogance! This is the kind of thing my overseer manual tells me that I need to act on. And I intend to follow my mandate; so go and get the paddle that's hanging in the hall closet, then get that jumpsuit and shorts off, and go and bend over the back of the couch." Randall did not move or comment. Dean encouraged him, "If you don't do exactly as I say right now, young man, instead of 10 swats I'll give you 20! Now move it! And the next time I hear you talking disrespectfully about any authority figure, I will wash out your mouth before your spanking! And that's my promise to you, brother dearest!"
Randall decided to do exactly as ordered. He fetched the paddle, handed it to Dean, and started to undress. Once bent over the back of the couch, Dean approached him from the rear. He stood and looked down on his bent over brother. He was about to begin, but thought it best to prolong Randall's humiliation. Dean fetched the baby oil and started oiling up Randall's rump. As he did so Randall whimpered in fear and humiliation.
Dean pondered in amazement how his brother just stood there and let himself be oiled up for punishment. It meant that Randall understood that he was a social servant and had to do as ordered. It was legally demanded of him. Dean was nevertheless amazed by the way in which Randall was complying with the program; mainly out of fear, but still complying.
As Dean oiled his young brother's rump, a feeling of `being in control' filled Dean with a euphoria that was new and exciting. Dean understood it to mean that things were on very right course.
Once Dean started swatting Randall's ass, he decided to get it over with quickly. He delivered no verbal punctuation with each blow, and kept the beating going at a steady pace. It was over within one minute. Randall howled throughout the paddling and after the last blow he reached back and rubbed his behind furiously with both hands while jumping around in pain. Randall's dick was not quite totally hard, but it stuck up and out quite handsomely. Dean wished he had the nerve to take a video of Randall's post-punishment dance, but did not want to appear voyeuristic.
Dean commented, "A nice big ass is a real handy thing for a boy like you to have! It's through that ass of yours that I think I will have the most effective means of communicating with you!"
Randall could not stand the fact that Dean was talking to him and treating him like he was his father. He wanted to back talk Dean very badly, for back talk was a strong natural response for Randall.
When Dean continued chiding Randall as a father would a young son, Randall could no longer take being so belittled. "Dean, I can't stand you talking to me like this. You're not my dad!"
Dean was somewhat hurt by Randall's comment, because he was in fact feeling very much like an in-control father and was proud of his handling of his brother's behavioral shortcomings. Dean walked up to Randall, put a hand on his shoulder, and guided him towards the front of the couch, "Come here and sit next to me, bro. We need to have a talk."
Randall, attempting to cover his erection with both hands, sat to the right of Dean. Dean put his right arm over Randall's shoulders, "Remember, you are not a bad kid. Stage One' is not intended as punishment, even though punishment is meted out for behavioral shortcomings. Rather Stage One' is intended to help you become all that you can be. I'm not trying to be a `dad'. I'm just doing what I have to do and saying the things that need to be said."
Randall started sobbing, Dean hugged him more tightly and Randall spoke, "Dean, I feel so shitty! I can't stand being, bald, naked, braced, and spanked. And even if I were dressed, I can't stand that fuckin' yellow jumpsuit. I'm too ashamed to be seen in it Dean. I can't do this anymore. I can't do any of this; I'm too embarrassed. I don't want to be a social servant!" Randall started crying, "Please, Dean, take my braces off. Please! I don't want to have to wear braces anymore!"
Dean moved his lips closer to Randall's ear and spoke more quietly, "Boys like you have to be braced. I have no say in the matter. The people who designed the `Stage One' program know that boys like you need a little taming and braces are just one of the means used to help you. It's only meant to help you, bro. So that you grow into a fine young man, with clear goals and a healthy vision."
Randall closed his eyes and continued to sob quietly, ashamed that his brother considered him like some kind of animal that needed taming. Dean's arm around his shoulders felt comforting, but could not wipe out Randall's despair.
Randall felt Dean fumbling around and he assumed that Dean was trying to reposition himself in a more comfortable position. Dean spoke quietly in Randall's ear, "I know you're all mixed up right now, Randy, but I really know what you need in order to start feeling better about things. You just need to accept me as your overseer, to trust me and not be afraid of me. I want this experience to be simple, easy, and clear for you."
Dean put his hand around Randall's head and pulled it towards his chest. The gesture was a strong one and sent a wave of emotion through Randall that caused him to sob even more, even as it comforted him. Randall kept his eyes closed in an attempt to quell the tears.
After a bit Dean asked, "Randy, why are you still crying?"
"Because I'm naked and hard in front of you, for one thing. I have no dignity. And you think of me as a loser."
Dean continued holding Randall's head lovingly against his chest. It felt wonderful to Randy. When Dean spoke, his voice buzzed in Randall's ear as it lay against Dean's chest. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You are not a loser; you're a servant boy. I'm your older brother overseer and I'm the one who ordered you to get naked. So there's nothing to be ashamed of." Dean squeezed Randy on the shoulder, "And besides, take a look, I'm hard too!"
Randall opened his eyes and saw Dean's prick sticking straight up from out of his unzipped fly. He was speechless, mesmerized by the sight of his brother's big, fat, bobbing, purple-headed, piss-stick"
Dean's face took on a lean, sensual, smile, "Go ahead, take a good look at it. It looks like it's trying to talk to you. And look at our two dicks, together, bro, sticking up proud, two brother dicks, bobbing side by side. It's hard to tell which one belongs to the servant and which one to the overseer. Mine is ten years older than you are. And it's in control of you now. I'm showing it to you now because if I'm not embarrassed to show you my dick, so you should not be embarrassed that I see yours."
"You just said you were embarrassed because you were naked and hard in front of me. Well, if I like seeing you working naked, wearing nothing but your collar, cinch, and braces, then you should be proud to be naked for me and want to show off for me, not be ashamed of yourself! Just the way I'm not ashamed to let you see my dick. It's your job to take pride in whatever I tell you do. If I want you naked in front of me, then you should be proud of yourself as you stand naked before me. You should be eager to show yourself off for me. That is your duty as a servant. To be proud of what you are ordered to do. If this program is going to work we both need to be proud of our roles as we interact with each other."
Dean smiled more broadly and made his rod bounce lewdly. Randall continued staring at his brother's dick. The sight of it brought emotional relief to Randall. Randall was not aware that the pain he had felt at his extreme humiliation was suddenly gone, only that he was in a trance.
Dean spoke quietly, "All that you need to do, Randy, is to focus on what I say and tell you do and all will be well. And right now I want you to focus on my dick." Dean put his hands on Randall's bald head and gently rubbed, "Just look at your older brother's dick, little bro. Just relax and take a good look. I want you to get to know it really well." Randall's own dick was by now as rock hard as his overseer's.
Dean whispered, "Randy, I want you to go down on me and do some mouth work on just my cock knob. I want you to tongue massage my prick head and then gently stroke my piss slit with your tongue." Dean guided Randall's head down to his cock. Randall took the cock tip into his mouth willingly and gently tongue polished his brother's knob. Dean moaned, "Ohhhh bro! What a good little boy you are!"
The silence in the Inslee house was broken only by Dean's quiet moaning and Randall's slurping. After four minutes of mouth work Dean gently pulled Randall's head away from his dick and had him sit up straight on the couch. In silence Dean gently grasped Randall's erection with two fingers and a thumb and began slowly manipulating it. Dean asked quietly, "How are you feeling Randy?"
Randall was in daze, mouth open and calm. "I want to do whatever you say, bro. I want you to be proud of me, Dean."
Holding Randall's prick felt to Dean like he was holding the core of Randall's being. Randall loved having his big brother hold his dick. Dean spoke as he slowly pumped his younger brother, "Boys like you need to be taken in hand and given a little extra direction."
Randall moaned, "I know, bro. I know."
As he continued gently pumping his brother, Dean asked, "Are you beginning to see that there's more to life than slicking up your hair and dressing up in fancy clothes?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Oh little bro, I promise to be here for you, guiding you along with each step you take. I'm going to help you be a good little boy."
Randall never felt such deep, warm, and all encompassing, sensations of pleasure, "I'm going to do whatever you say, Dean, from now on!"
As Dean pumped Randall to a climax he encouraged him, "I want you to go ahead and show your older brother what a man you are. Show me what you can do, Randy! Let's see how much cum a really good servant boy can make! Make me proud, bro!"
As Randall started breathing heavy and nearing his climax, he moaned, "I want you to be proud of me bro! I want to make you so proud!"
"Give me everything you got, bro. I need a lot from you! Go ahead and make your older brother proud of you!"
Dean pumped harder, "'Stage One' was designed to help and protect you, bro."
Randall's moaning grew in strength, "I know that, Dean!" As Randall neared his climax, he pleaded, "Please help me, Dean, to be all that I can be! I want to be a good boy."
As cum started spurting out of Randall's cock, Dean was surprised at both the force of the eruption and the amount of cum, "Way to go, little bro! What a stud server boy you are!"
The brother's lips met and their tongues darted into each other's mouths. Randall moaned in ecstasy as they kissed.
After a couple of minutes the brothers parted lips, and Randall sat back in the couch, exhausted. The cum which had landed on his chest by now had made its way down to his waist and Dean ordered Randall to scoop up his cum and slime his dick with it. Randall obediently obliged.
As Randall lubed Dean's dick his excitement rose again. To get to know his older brother's cock so intimately was beyond his wildest dreams. He loved Dean's cock. It was big and looked like an older brother's cock should look.
As Dean got his cock lubed up he spoke, "Randall, you have to be a good boy from now on. You are legally required to be a good boy. And I am legally bound to make sure that you are a good boy."
Randall's prick had risen again to the heights, "I know that bro."
Dean stood Randall up and pointed out their erections, "Look at our two soldiers standing at attention." Both brothers made their cocks bob for each other. They laughed and kept making their cocks dance for each other. Then, without saying a word, Dean guided Randall into a kneeling position on the couch.
Dean removed his shoes, slacks, and undies, and got behind Randall. He slowly guided his cock into Randall's hole. When he was in he stopped and relished the feeling, "I've got you poled now, Randy. Feel good?"
"Yes brother."
Dean gave a few thrusts of his cock, "And how does that feel?"
"Real good, Dean. Thank you."
Dean instructed, "Now stick your ass up just a little higher." Randall did. Dean moaned in pleasure, "Oh yeah. Now wiggle it a little bit for me. It's my dick's dancing partner. Lead my dick in a little dance."
Randall happily spun, wiggled and churned his ass for his older brother overseer.
After a bit Dean began thrusting his hips. Slowly at first and then gradually increasing in speed as he neared his climax. He moaned, "You need my rod up your ass, bro, to remind you that I'm in charge. You have my full, loving, guidance. As long as you obey me, I will make sure you are one very happy little servant boy."
Dean rode Randall to a thrilling climax that had him swearing out words as he came that he didn't know he had in him, "Here it comes workboy! Holy fuckin nipple sucking, cock-slurping, shiny-assed, slaveboy!"
Once Dean recovered, he pulled out very slowly, and stood in back of Randall, looking at his naked rump, "Don't move yet, Randy." Randy didn't want to move, he knew only one thing; that while his brother was fucking him all of his pain and hurt was gone.
Dean watched as his cum started to leak out of his brother's ass. He grabbed some tissues and lovingly cleaned up Randall's behind. As he wiped up the baby oil and cum from Randall's rump, he spoke, "After I get you wiped up, let's take a nice long bath. And then, later this afternoon, someone special is coming to visit you.
To Be Continued...
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