Helping My Brother
Part Six
By Randall Austin
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(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)
To dad's and my surprise, we turned Marty into a successful piss drinker after just two days of training. Our intention is to just use him for piss relief at night in bed, to save us from those annoying nighttime bathroom trips.
When we have to go, we wake Marty up by giving him a shake on his shoulder, and Marty then knows he is to scoot down to our crotch and envelop the head of our cock with his mouth, having his lips form a tight seal. We then let out a slow a stream for him to drink. Having a piss drinker in the house is a real luxury, and dad and I are really enjoying the service.
It feels so good at night when he envelops my dick with his mouth that sometimes I'm tempted to make him suck me off right on the spot. But I'm restraining myself, because we have been instructed to introduce him to the various stages of personal service on a gradual basis.
And dad does want Marty up and running as my full bore personal servant before I begin college, because statistics show that students who have a `personal services' slave, do much better in their studies, if for no other reason than that they don't have to go bar hopping every night looking for some sexual relief, and can devote that time instead to their studies.
Needless to say, I have no argument with Dad's desire to get Marty into `full service' mode before I start college.
Dad brought the subject up to Marty one morning as I was feeding him in his high chair. "Son, as you know, more is going to be required of you as we move ahead with your training. The beauty of your indenturement is that it is not only helping you by turning you into an obedient young man, but you serve your brother and me by the chores you perform around the house, and the services you offer."
"Just as your indenturement is doing beautiful things for you, so it will be doing beautiful things for Craig as you help him to get the best grades in college that he can possibly get. To that end, I want you and Craig to spend some time together tonight on the next phase of your `personal services' training.
Marty started to complain, but checked himself when there was a knock on the door. It was my dad's brother, Peter, and his son Norman. My Uncle Peter had seen Marty in his slave getup several times, but for Norman it was a first. He just stood there with his mouth agape, looking on in amazement at his high-chaired, mohawked, ringed, braced, and banded, cousin.
Peter was all warm and jovial, as always, "Well, well. How are things going here? Looks like you're feeding the little guy."
Peter bent over and rubbed Marty on the back, "You behaving yourself, sport? You eating up everything on your plate?"
Marty was super pissed at the condescending attitude, but was wise enough to know it would be foolish and painful to protest. But dad could see the look of disgust on Marty's face and ordered Marty, "Son, sit up nice and tall and proud for your Uncle and Norman."
Marty did as ordered. It was humiliating for him, but Marty was learning that it's best to follow all orders immediately when given.
Peter asked my dad, "So how is this working out? Are you satisfied with the results of indenturement on Marty?"
My dad beamed, "Peter, I couldn't be happier. Marty is a changed human being. The program has been a blessing. Marty has totally changed his willful ways."
Peter was curious, "Norman told me that Craig told him that you and Craig were thinking of having Marty's term of service extended to life."
When Marty did a wild turn with a questioning look on his face, dad held up a hand and attempted to calm him, "No, no, son. Norman must have heard that all wrong. Craig and I did discuss the fact that if you were not up to peak obedience at the end of your four-year term, we could extend your term by a few months, or even a few years. The option of life is always there, but we in no way are pondering that at this time."
Dad stood in back of Marty's high chair, affectionately started to rub his shoulders, and spoke as he attempted to calm Marty. "I just love the way Marty is turning out. He is such a sweet little slave. He does what he's told. Oh, sure, we have to paddle him once in awhile, but we only use the paddle and strap on him because Marty responds so well to their effect."
Norman was amazed, "Wow. You paddle and strap Marty? He's like twenty years old. How can you do that?"
Dad smiled, "That's the beauty of slavery. You can do what you have to do to wayward boys. You can give them treatments that will really help them."
"We do, in fact, use a lot of physical discipline on Marty, but not as punishment, but as a corrective. We do not use strict discipline methods in order to cause Marty pain for his misbehavior; we use strict discipline because it truly helps Marty to become a better person and servant. So Craig and I have no need to make apologies for our treatment of our special little bare buckaroo."
Dad continued, "It's the way one controls slaves. No big deal. Once you're around slaves you get used to it. Of course, Marty is not really a slave. Oregon doesn't have slaves. They are `social servants'. But it's all the same."
My Uncle Peter chimed in with an obvious political axe to grind. "That whole social servant' terminology is so ridiculous. The term was coined by Dr. Randall Austin, a Clinton cabinet appointee, and almost overnight it became the in' term. Now even the most backward Southern states use social servant' instead of slave'.
Norman was fascinated by Marty's rings, "Those rings look like they must hurt."
My dad took hold of Marty's cock and manipulated the ring that went through the cock head, "No, it doesn't hurt. Although it is thick gauge, you can see it moves freely. Same with his snout ring. Go ahead and touch it. You'll see."
Norman gently took hold of Marty's nose ring and lifted it up and down a few times, then circled it through his piercing. He wondered, "I see you use the penis ring to tether Marty, but what is the nose ring for?"
Dad answered as Norman kept fingering Marty's nose ring, "It's for tethering, but more for punishment tethering. The cock ring we use to secure Marty; but the nose ring is used to lock him in a standing position against a wall. We do that to him when he is being especially defiant and not listening to what we tell him. Once he's locked to the wall and made to stand there for hours, the words of wisdom we were trying to offer him usually eventually sink in."
Marty was thoroughly pissed at Norman's touching of his ring, "Please stop that."
Norman was somewhat indignant, "Well excuse me, cousin. I was just admiring your snazzy rings, leg braces, and banded balls. I didn't know you'd have a cow!"
"Fuck you, Norman!" Once he had hissed out the words, Marty knew he had made a big mistake. Dad took control, "Marty, you apologize now to Norman."
Marty scowled and said nothing. Dad warned, "You can either apologize right now to Norman and take your strapping this evening; or else Craig and I can strap you down right now to the punishment table, and Uncle Peter and Norman can watch you get a full body Level One tawsing."
Marty spoke, "I am sorry, Norman, for my outburst. Please forgive me."
I was glad there was going to be a tawsing tonight. It always got me terribly horny watching Marty get a beating. The tawsing would serve as a perfect prelude to the next phase of my `personal services' training with Marty.