Traditional Values

Traditional Values

By Randall Austin

PART TWELVE

This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com

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When Martin and Bradley returned home from `dropping off' Alban and Quince at the County Social Services' building, Martin told Bradley he wanted to have a chat with him, but first he had to make a few important phone calls.

Bradley, at first relieved that he was not the one dropped off at Social Services, was now getting anxious as he realized that he perhaps had reason to be concerned, if his dad was not forthright from the beginning about his plans for his brothers, then how much could he trust him to be telling the truth about is own arrangement?

Bradley was about to plop himself on the couch when there was a knock on the door. A postman had a registered letter for Bradley Forestman. Bradley signed for it, and wondered if his father would have let him have the letter if he had answered the door instead. So Bradley went to his room, closed the door, opened the letter, saw that it was from Jason, and read:

"Dear Bradley,

If I see your signature on the receipt I will know that you got this letter. Bradley, I apologize to you for what I did to you. I had no right to do the things I did to you, my own cousin. I acted like an animal. Please forgive me.

I love you Bradley. I can't get you out of my thoughts. You are the sweetest person on the planet. If I can ever again be near you I would do all in my power to make your life happy.

I mean that, and to prove it (and I'm risking my job by putting this in print) I want to come over and remove your penis ring. I can fix it so you can put it back on without locking it.

I just offer that as a sign of how I feel about you. How I would risk my livelihood for you. I am not a jerk, and I think you can recall that before you were indentured, I treated you pretty swell.

I want to make life pleasant for you. I want to do more than share the same last name with you. I want us to share our lives. I would do anything for you. Give me a call, please, Bradley. Give me another chance.

I many times thought peace had come When peace was far away, As wrecked men deem they sight the land When far at sea they stay.

And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, That many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie.

Your own, eternally devoted,

Jason"

Bradley was conflicted; he was lonely, he was very horny, but would it be worth the risk of being discovered and possibly punished for such an act? But most of all he wondered if Jason was for real; a brute one moment, and now a tender, poetry-quoting, romancer.

One of the most painful aspects of the last two weeks for Bradley was the fact that Jeremy Rickers had avoided him. Bradley and Jeremy met in their freshman year at college, became best friends, and for the last two years roomed together at college. Two closeted boys who realized in their junior year they were gay and admitted it to each other. And two shy boys; too shy to initiate any expression of their feelings for each other, until their senior year, when their love bloomed and led to wonderful things.

When Bradley realized that Jeremy was completely ignoring him because he was a slave, it would normally have been enough to break his heart, but because of the trials he was going through as a new social servant, the love loss became, almost fortunately, a secondary concern.

Now Jason, a handsome lad whom Bradley once had a crush on as a younger boy, was offering Bradley tenderness and an unlocked penis. Bradley, for the first time since his indenturement, was hungry in a big way for sexual release. That alone was enough of a spur to make him call Jason and tell him he would call him back when he was alone.

When Bradley's dad called him into his office, Jason's warm letter made Bradley feel as if he were wearing armor that could protect him from the hurt of bad news, should there be any bad news. But there appeared to be none as Martin, smiling, encouraged Bradley to have a seat as he entered his office. Martin sat at his desk and Bradley took a seat on the short couch in front of his desk. "Son, how I've been waiting to have this talk with you! When I took you into this office a little over two weeks ago to offer you a choice in this matter, I at that time did not lie to you, but I could not present all of the facts at that time because it would have caused needless anxiety for your brothers."

"I came to the decision early on that if I went with any plan of social servitude, all of my boys would be involved. But you were of the age where the choice was yours to make. If you had said 'no' to my offer, I then would have scrapped the plan entirely and none of my boys would ever have been indentured. But when you agreed, the only fair thing was to have your brothers be a part of it, as well."

"Initially when I pondered having only Quince indentured, I received a call from a friend of a friend, his name is Andrew, who told me he would be interested in purchasing Quince. I then told him of my strict requirements. He said he would call me back after he had considered the offer. When he did call back, I had made up my mind at that time that it would be all of you boys, or none of you boys. He said he liked that even better, and that he was in fact in the market for a total of six new boys. Since his chief requirement, besides intelligence and good looks, was that any boy he purchased had to be callipygous, and since all three of you boys are, he stated that he would be happy to abide by my strictures of keeping you boys together, with full visitation rights, for a period of 5 years and 8 months maximum. I then told him that it would all hinge on your decision."

Bradley asked. "What does callipy... callepp..." Martin pronounced it clearly for Bradley, "Callipygous".

"Yeah, Dad, what does that word mean?"

Martin blushed slightly, then smiled. "Tell you what! Why don't you look it up!"

Bradley didn't press for an answer since he had other questions. "But how does Andrew know if we are what he wants? Why would he agree to buy something without knowing what he's getting? What if he takes possession of us and is unhappy with us?"

Martin was roundabout. "Let's just say Andrew has some reliable sources whom he trusts. On top of that, Andrew has been dealing with social servants in his business for many years, and is quite capable of fine-tuning any social servant he purchases to his expectations. I've been out to his place, and I can assure you his social servants are a happy lot."

Bradley's intuition was to trust his father, and he made eye contact with his father to try and verify his good faith. Martin looked deep into Bradley's eyes in return, and nodded a nod that indicated he wanted Bradley to trust him. "My broker will still set up appointments with prospects who can offer significantly higher bids than Andrew is offering, so in the weeks ahead there will doubtless be a few prospective buyers checking you boys out, but all of my requirements still hold. But since I like Andrew so much, and I know he will make a good owner for you, I am pretty committed to him, and have told him so. And he is comfortable with me checking out other offers."

Martin sipped his tea, scratched his chin, and gave a big smile to Bradley. "Now the good news for you boys is that the amount of the sale that will be invested for you over your term of social service will be considerable. This is honestly a swell deal for all of you. The job market is tight right now, and Quince's employment prospects were, frankly, not very good right now. Alban is a bright boy, but he really is not ready to start college just yet. He needs a little life experience under his belt, and then I think he'll appreciate college more. And for you, when you get out you will have enough money to pay off undergrad loans and grad school tuition, and concentrate full time on your studies. And for all of you, what you will end up with at the end of 5 years and 8 months is more than you could ever have saved working full time at a job and paying living costs."

Bradley nodded at the good news, but went back to an earlier subject. "Dad, who is Andrew, whose friend is he?"

"Son, once again, like my decision to not tell you early on that Alban and Quince were also going to be a part of the program, I think it is best to let this matter be a pleasant surprise for you later on, when Andrew actually comes and takes possession of you."

Bradley knew he would not be able to get an answer to that question out of his father, so he asked another one. "Dad, why are Quince and Alban being trained at Social Services and not me?"

This was another question Martin was eager to answer. "It's a good question, and I hope my answer lets you see how much I love and respect you. I told my contact person and advisor at Social Services that because of the voluntary sacrifice you are making, I did not want to subject you to any unnecessary trauma of training away from home. I told him you were a bright boy who wanted to be a good social servant, and were willing to obey. It was he who suggested that without the sort of strong measures used by professional training services, you would need to spend more time in training mode. He suggested five weeks. So two weeks earlier than your brothers you were indentured. And in three more weeks you and your brothers will have your training completed, and you will be ready for social service!" Martin beamed, as he looked appreciatively at Bradley, and then took another sip of tea.

"Are we going to be delivered to Andrew when Alban and Quince complete their training?"

"Not quite. Unless someone else does end up buying you, which is unlikely, Andrew will not be able to take ownership of you boys until about two weeks after Alban and Quince complete their training. Andrew ran into a financing snag, which means he will first be able to take possession of you boys in about five weeks. So you boys will be living here at home after your training for about two weeks before your new owner can take you. It will be fun, having my three social servant sons all together for a while before they begin their service!"

Bradley was apprehensive about the answer to his next question, but he was nevertheless curious. "So if we all have three weeks of training left, how am I going to be trained?"

Martin, again, got a question he was pleased to answer. "It's good you ask. I need to discuss this with you. As you know, I have a contact person at social services who advises me on these things. He's a bit concerned about my ability to train you on my own and now that Jason is out of the picture as one of your trainers. He wants me to keep you in training several hours each week with someone other than myself. So he recommended a trainer who can not only work with you, but can also offer me some training in the handling of you. So I'm interviewing a new trainer for you and me later this afternoon. He comes with a very good resume and recommendation from Social Services!"

"As far as my training of you, my contact person urged me to follow the suggestions spelled out in the Guidelines for Overseers of Familiar Social Servants' manual. There are a few things he wants me to do which need to be done to ensure that you do not slip into free-boy mode', so to speak. It's not, of course, that you are not free. You, like all social servants, are valued for your free and creative spirits. In fact it's that freedom of spirit which is encouraged in all social servants and helps them to serve with energy and conviction."

Bradley was annoyed with the gobbledygook. "What are you saying Dad?"

"It's not what I'm saying son, it's what the voice of experience and the law is saying." Martin smiled to soften what he was saying. "Basically, I'll just be keeping you on a shorter rein, that's all. What I'm supposed to be doing is to be in 'in your face' 24 hours a day, but in a positive and loving way. The goal is to offer you continual, non-stop, reinforcement. None of this is a big deal, of course. In fact, it's all a good thing. I think it will bring us closer together as a father and son!"

Martin, satisfied, stood, and sipped the last of his tea.

Bradley reached down and stuck a finger into each one of his ankle cuffs, to which his training paddles were attached, to scratch himself. Martin, about to exit, stopped and asked if they were too tight. Bradley told him they weren't too tight, but that they sometimes itched. Martin was happy to remind him that they were coming off in three weeks. Bradley stood and reminded his father that he had promised him that he would insist that his new owner not make him wear a penis lock, and asked if it was coming off in three weeks, as well. Martin told him that it was first coming off when his owner took possession of him, sometime after five weeks. "Andrew is removing it soon after he gets you, but he is typical of some overseers in that he does use penis locking for periods of time as a form of punishment on any of his boys who misbehave too often." Martin gave his son an affectionate hug. "So you don't have to worry!"

While dad and his three sons were off to Doctor Conrad's, Barbara was filling little Flora in on the wonderful and exciting new changes about to take place in the lives of Alban and Quince. Little Flora went back to her room after her chat with mom as excited as Alban and Quince were said to be, eagerly looking forward to seeing all of their charms on the Social Services website. She checked and checked the website throughout the day, but they were not showing up.

When they finally did show up on the website, in the early evening, Flora was shocked at what she saw. Even frightened. Alban and Quince both were totally bald; their heads were shaved along with everything else. And their collars, unlike Bradley's, were big and wide and forced them to keep their heads slightly elevated. Also unlike Bradley, they had rings all over. The sides of their noses, not the septum, were pierced, and each boy had two nose rings, a large ring on each side of the nose. And both boys had three piercings along the edge of each ear, with large rings through each hole. Six ear rings on each boy. Each nipple was pierced and fitted with a giant three-inch tit ring. And, like Bradley, the penis of each boy had a clasp about the tightly gathered foreskin, with a piercing directly in front of the penis head through which ran a vertical, locked, infibulation bar. But unlike Bradley, they had an additional foreskin piercing in front of that, near the most forward part of the foreskin, and through it was a giant six-inch hoop-ring which hung down between their legs. They looked like pig-boys, with their baldheads, double nose rings, multiple earrings, dangling cock hoop, and giant collar. Her brothers were now two bald, naked, beasts of burden.

Barbara also told Flora that they would be more severely hobbled than Bradley, and that she was not to laugh at them when they came home in three weeks. But they were not hobbled in the pictures, which were meant to offer attractive photos to potential buyers.

Flora wondered what hobbles were for, and explored the website further. There was much useful information on the County Social Services website. She found pictures of common types of hobbles, read what they were for, and was quite overwhelmed at what she found out.

She carefully studied the photos of her brothers with their erections, taken before they were infibulated, and she was fascinated in the variety of her three brothers' erect cocks. While Bradley's cock was almost pretty, Albans was thin, but quite long, with lots of foreskin. And Quince's was positively huge when erect, and still fat. Quince had Flora's favorite erect cock of all her brothers, but she liked Bradley's cock best of all the non-erect cocks. Looking at cocks, Flora almost forgot her initial anguish over her brothers' predicaments, until she noticed that in a photo of Quince taken from the rear, there was a clearly visible whip mark running from the shoulder half way down the back.

With her curiosity over her brothers' penises out of the way, Flora was again able to focus on the predicament of her two brothers whom she loved, and she could take no more. She ran out of her room and down the stairs crying, and into the living room, where her parents were watching, `That's my Binky!' Martin and Barbara were laughing at the episode's concluding antic: Binky had tried to put extra chocolate brownies into his young master's lunch pail, and was being spanked over the knee of his kind and loving owner for trying to give extra dessert to his young son. As the owner spanked, he chided Binky by saying to his wife and to Binky. "Our little Binky thinks he can win his young master over by offering extra sweets. But we know that what makes Binky sweetest of all is when he behaves, does what he's told, and takes his spankings with a smile!" The camera zoomed in on the face of the mischief-prone slave as he was getting spanked, and the adorable and popular puppy-faced actor who played Binky looked into the camera and gave the audience a broad wink and a smile as the happy concluding theme music played over the canned laugh track. As the show's credits started to roll, Barbara noticed a crying Flora standing to her side, and asked what was the matter.

As Barbara was about to get up, Flora cried. "I just saw Alban and Quince on the county website. What are they doing to them? They look so frightened." Martin signaled for Barbara to stay seated and for Flora to come over to him. As he fielded the question he gave Flora a big hug. "Flora, dear, there is nothing at all to be concerned about. They look a little unhappy because it's their first day. But the reason for their fancy rings is because that is what their new owner wants. They have to have all of that stuff for the job they will be doing."

"What job is that, Daddy?"

"Honey dear, I can't tell you that just yet, because we want it to be a big surprise for everyone! But I can assure you that both Quince and Alban will be very happy in their new jobs! I'm going to see them now, in fact, and I'll send them your love!"

After Martin and Barbara assured Flora that Alban and Quince were okay and were probably right now being pampered after their long day in processing, Martin went to Bradley and told him he had just spoken with his agent at Social Services. He said that the agent had suggested that it would be best if Bradley did not visit his brothers until after their initial four-day orientation. Bradley asked why and Martin was frank. "It simply could be somewhat disturbing to you. New boys in training with the county are kept in stocks for two days. They are in a room full of newly admitted social servants, kept naked, bent over in a stooped position with their heads and arms in a fixed yoke. They shit and piss in position, are hosed down every two hours. They sleep and are fed in the stocks, and any moaning, talking, or extreme twitching, is countered with a vigorous use of the paddle on their behinds by the trainers. The reason for the stocks is that when the two days are up, almost anything seems better, and they are then very pliant and willing to obey."

"When they are released from the stocks, they are then kept for two days with their heads and arms in a yoke that fits their shoulders, but they can move around and sit down. This graduation process, from the stocks to the yokes enforces for them that things will get better if they behave. And then when they are released from their yokes, the real training begins! But even that, as severe as it is, will seem like a piece of cake after two days in the stocks and two days in the yoke. And they behave because they have all been told that they will be sent back to the stocks if they create even the slightest disturbance. It's actually a humane system because it gets desired behavior out of the boys a lot more quickly than being whip trained, with a lot less trauma."

Bradley felt sorry for his brothers, and as he thought of them he was easily able to forgive their sadistic treatment of him over the last two weeks. Martin explained that he was dropping Barbara and Flora off at Aunt Karen's house while he visited with Alban and Quince, and that Bradley was to keep busy while they were away cleaning out the basement storeroom. "Make sure it's finished by the time we get back!"

Even before the family car was out of the driveway, Bradley was on the phone to Jason. Bradley insisted that Jason park his car away from the house, and that they meet in a part of the back yard hidden from the house in case the family came home earlier than expected.

When Jason arrived Bradley led Jason out into the backyard in back of the garden shed. There Jason hugged Bradley tightly, and waited to see how Bradley would respond. When Bradley hugged Jason back, Jason looked him in the eye and moved his lips closer to his lips. Bradley did not back away, but moved his lips slightly closer. Then they kissed. A long, quiet, kiss. Jason sank to his knees, unbuttoned enough side buttons on Jason's fatigues to expose his cock, inserted his key into the infibulation bar, unlocked it, and took it off. He stood up and showed Bradley how he could secure it back on, without locking it, by just twisting one end of it. He showed him how to lock it in case he was going to be closely examined by an authority figure. He then knelt back down, and lovingly closed and buttoned up Bradley's fatigues. Bradley thought how Jason was now behaving like gentleman and a lover, and not like a rapist. Jason stood, handed Bradley the pieces of his cock lock, and told him to call him if he accidentally locked it back on. They hugged and Jason said he could not stay. Bradley was disappointed. He walked Jason to the edge of the yard, and Jason made Bradley promise he would call him soon.

When Martin and his family made it back home, Martin immediately made his way to the basement storeroom, where Bradley was working away. To Martin it looked as if hardly anything had been done. "What have you been doing son?"

"Dad, there were lots of phone calls, these boxes are heavy, I couldn't find any cleaning supplies, and I was looking for them for the longest time." Martin sensed that Bradley was not being honest, and that upset him. But most of all Martin was getting frustrated with his own inability to be really firm with Bradley. He loved Bradley. He knew Bradley was now a social servant, he knew there was nothing wrong with disciplining a slacking social servant (in fact it was mandatory). He knew he would sooner or later just have to buckle down and lay into Bradley for his own good, and he told him so. When Bradley just frowned and looked annoyed, Martin told him things were going to change around the house and that he intended to start taking firmer control of matters. "This afternoon I interviewed that gentleman recommended by Social Services, Hal Franklin. He starts working with you tomorrow morning. Then when he's finished with you at 3 in the afternoon, he'll spend time with me and give me training and all the procedurals on handling you more effectively."

Bradley set the box he was carrying down and said. "I'm thirsty Dad" Then made his way out of the storeroom. Martin was angry. "Things are going to be different around here, Bradley, starting tomorrow!"