Helping My Brother
Part Seven
By Randall Austin
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(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)
After supper Dad and I were really looking forward to giving Marty his strapping for swearing at Norman. I do need to clarify that; we looked forward to punishing Marty not because we are meanies who delight in seeing our son and brother suffer, but rather because punishment really works on Marty and helps to make him a better person. It assists, in a positive way, into turning Marty into the servant he is supposed to be. And that gives a truly wonderful feeling; knowing that your actions are helping someone out in such a beneficial and lasting way. Especially someone you love as much as a family member.
And from that standpoint it's important to realize that it is therefore perfectly OK to take pleasure in, even to a high degree, a servant's discipline procedures.
Dad had Marty lay on the bed with his backside exposed, secured his hands to the front frame of the bed, and had me sit on his legs.
Dad took the German made `Kontrol 200' prison strap, which Oregon Social Services had provided us with, took his place alongside the bed, and began delivering the 20 blows Marty had coming.
I had learned in handler's class to offer encouragement to slaves under punishment, so I did. "You're taking it like a man, bro. I'm so proud of you. Only 16 more blows to go!"
"That screaming is good for you, Marty. Let it out. Let out all of your naughtiness. Scream it out, Marty. Because we want you to be the best that you can be!"
Marty was humping his butt up and down in an effort to avoid the blows, and I suddenly realized that this ripe, firm, naked, ass twitching before me was, in fact, mine. While it would be several weeks along in his personal services training before I would actually be fucking Marty, I must say that the sight of his muscled ass helped perk up my cock as much as the actual beating. (I guess these punishment sessions get one hard because your body is responding in pleasure mode to something it knows is good and beneficial to the slave; your body naturally wants you to feel good over something it knows is good for all involved.)
I offered more encouragement, "Don't be ashamed that you're crying your eyes out like a little kid. Dad and I are so proud of you. We are going to turn you into a `big' boy. A big boy who knows how to behave! Only six more blows to go, bro. Hang in there."
Once the punishment was over, and I got off of his legs, dad and I watched Marty kick and scissor his legs. I could see his cock was rock hard (Social Services says that's a good sign), and his banded balls were sweaty and plump.
I offered more comfort to Marty, "That red ass of yours is telling me that you are probably going to be one very well-behaved slave for the next few days. Am I write, bro?"
He knew to give a proper answer, "Yes, brother dear. Thank you, brother dear."
Then I asked, "And what do you have to say to your father, Marty?"
Marty shouted/cried his answer out, "Thank you, father, sir, for loving me enough to guide and correct me, sir."
Dad was beaming, and also complimented Marty, "I'm so proud of you, son! You took you're beating like good slaves everywhere; you cried but didn't swear, and didn't try to blame Craig and me for what we had to do to you."
We watched Marty quiet down for a bit, then dad came up to me, put a hand on my shoulder, and spoke quietly, "Son, thanks for being such a mature, fine, overseer to your older brother."
I nodded and dad continued, "I'm going to leave you two alone now. You know what you need to do, son. Just take it slow. Don't expect too much from him this first lesson. There's no hard, fast, rule on fellatio training for slaves. Just get him to do what feels good to you.
Have a flesh clamp nearby in case he gets defiant, but I would suspect that after the beating he just got, Marty will probably do whatever you ask him to do without a moment's hesitation."
"And, remember, there is no need to have any inhibitions. He is a slave first, and your brother second. Whatever you want to use him for is fine. And anything you do will be good for him; and all of it will also help to bring us together more closely as a family."
I could see the love in dad's eyes. He looked deeply at me, kissed me on the cheek, and then took his leave.
I walked up to Marty and unlocked his hands from the cuffs at the head of the bed. He stayed in the same position on the bed, but he rubbed and kneaded his butt with his hands. He was looking good to me. I went and got a sailor hat, armband, necklace, and some cologne.
I returned to the room and gently commanded Marty, "Let's sit up, buddy." He did. It pained him at first to sit on his butt. His dick was pointing straight up and hit his belly button. It was quite enticing. I put a wide banded, silver, necklace on him and he asked what I was doing. I told him, "I want to make you look pretty, bro."
And the silver necklace did indeed look good on him. I then put a three-inch wide silver armband around his right upper arm. It was fun dressing Marty up, getting him to look like a show boy. When I put the sailor hat on him at a cocked angle, he blushed with embarrassment, and protested quietly, "What's going on?"
"You have to get used to this, Marty. I get to do to you whatever I feel will help get me feeling good. And I must say, you look great! Now smile for me."
He didn't smile, and I didn't care. I took the cologne and was about to spray it on his chest, but he backed away and held out a hand, "Don't put that on me. This is weird."
I smiled, "Dude, you always wore cologne when you went out with your girlfriends."
"That's different Craig. It was for the girls. They liked me to use it."
I was honest, "I like it on you too, bro, and I'm just like one of your girlfriends now. They liked you pretty and smelling good when you licked out their pussies. Same here, I'm just like them. I don't have a pussy for you to slobber on, but I want you looking pretty and smelling good as you lick, nibble, and suckle, my dick, bro. We both have got to get used to this, because this is the way things are going to be from now on." With that, I winked at him and sprayed both of his nipples.
Marty was more confused than frightened, and whimpered, "Please, no, bro."
I sat the cologne bottle down and rubbed the scent into both of his tits. Man, his titties felt good!
It got me so aroused massaging his muscular tits, that it caused me to curl my lips, "You feel like a whore, bro? That's Okay. I like the guys who suck me off to be tarted-up whore boy types, just like I've got you fixed up. You look cute and naughty. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's what turns me on. You are simply doing what hundreds of other little slave boys all around the city have to do whenever they're ordered; get yourselves prettied up and suck your master's cock."
Marty seemed genuinely shocked, "You've let other guys suck you off?"
I figured Marty was just a slave, so I could be honest, "All the time. You mean you never have?"
Marty calmly shook his head 'no', and looked like he would cry. I reclined on the bed, and asked him to lie down beside me. He did as instructed. I moved closed to him so our bodies touched side by side. I thought Marty squirmed, but again, I didn't care. I instructed him, "Start rubbing my thigh, bro."
With his eyes staring at the ceiling, Marty moved his hand to my thigh and gently manipulated it. His hand felt good over the material of my Levi's. I noticed his hardon had not yet gone down, so I figured this couldn't be all that bad for him.
It went a little slowly at first. But eventually I took all of my clothes off and ordered him to get down to my crotch and start tonguing me. He didn't like that, so I grabbed the flesh clutch and squeezed a big mound of his flesh from the side of his chest and maneuvered him into place between my legs. Marty immediately started licking me down there as he was ordered.
The beauty of social servitude is that all this stuff dad and I use on Marty, such as the flesh clutch, leg braces, and nose clamps, are completely legal. They have been legalized because rather than being, backwards, medieval, and cruel, as the critics of the servitude system claim, such punishment devices are in fact humane, progressive, and the ultimate kindnesses. They are kindnesses because they are in fact life-enhancing procedures for the slave.
They enhance their lives because such training devices result in fewer punishments having to be delivered to the slave. After licking me all over between my legs, Marty had a little trouble actually getting started on sucking my cock. I encouraged him, "You're going to have to get used to it bro. Try pretending your suckling on your girlfriend's tittie. Go on, bro, try that!"
He did. He sucked on my dick like a little piglet on its mommy's tit. It felt awesome. And he looked so cute in his sailor boy hat and necklace. The fact that he was humiliated at being dressed up and scented made it all the hotter for me.
"That's the way bro. Just keep practicing down there. You're getting better with each second. You're getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be an ace sucker boy."
As his head bobbed up and down on my college boy popsicle, I told him how much I liked his Mohawk. "I love your slave Mohawk bro. Looks real proper on you. Just like all the other cock-sucking slave boys in the city!"
"I'm going to grab you by your slave-boy ears now, big fella, so I can guide your head bobbing action to get you to take me to the finish line." It was fun holding Marty by the ears; kind of like driving a racehorse.
When I finally came and I made sure Marty swallowed every last drop. Marty wanted to run out of the room, but I commanded, "Wait a minute buddy! Just because I came, that doesn't mean your job is over. I want you down there giving me a cock scrub with your tongue, and a full ass licking."
He started to cry, and I held my ground. It resulted in me in getting a good cock cleaning, and a tentative ass licking. As far as the ass licking, it was okay. I know it had to be hard on him, being his first time; but it was a good start.
It ended up being a most memorable day. Having your first session with your own sex slave is one hell of a power trip. Having a sex slave who has to do whatever you command is nothing but sheer euphoria. And the fact that my sex slave is my older brother makes it all that more totally awesome!