Traditional Values
By Randall Austin
PART THIRTEEN
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When Martin woke Bradley up the next morning, Bradley didn't like the pleased air his father had about him. He was pleasant as usual, but Bradley could tell he was thinking. `At last things are going to start going the way they're supposed to.'
Bradley was nervous as his dad undid the light chain attached to his penis ring. But Jason was right; there was no way to tell if Bradley's infibulation bar was unlocked unless one actually attempted to remove it. As dad looked over his nude, hobbled, and penis ringed, son he reminded him that it was shaving day. "We want you looking sharp for Mr. Franklin."
Once Bradley was unchained and out of bed, he waited for his dad to leave so he could pull his jackoff-wipe up tissues from under the bottom sheet. He jacked off twice last night after his dad had locked him down, and the two tissues he had stashed under his pillow couldn't quite hold all the cum he had to deliver.
Bradley had to body shave himself once every other day, and he was glad today was that day. Because he knew his dad wouldn't fidget if he was taking too long in the shower, and one of the first things on Bradley's things-to-do list for the day was a nice morning jack-off session in the shower, just the way he used to do it.
Hal Franklin was a man with a strong presence, and made similar impressions on both Martin and his son, though each put different values on those impressions. He was a large man, about 34, who looked wholesome. His large and handsome face conveyed sincerity. His bigness of frame seemed the right size in a trainer to Martin, but was intimidating to Bradley. His hair was styled somewhat like a used car salesman to Bradley's thinking, and like a proper businessman to Martin.
Martin found the fact that he wore cologne a bit odd for a man in his profession. Bradley was more curious. On one level the scent made Bradley find him somewhat attractive. On the other hand Bradley thought the kind of critical thought he used to think when he was a free boy with time on his hands. "It's not considered good form for men to wear cologne in a business environment. But wait; is dad's house and back yard a business environment?"
After the cordial introductions Martin suggested that Bradley could make the two of them some coffee or tea, and they could then go off into the sitting room and get acquainted. Hal said that he would prefer to get `down to brass tacks' with Bradley immediately, if that would be all right with Mr. Forestman. Mr. Forestman assured him that it would be.
Mr. Franklin surveyed the house and the yard and then announced. "Okay, Mr. Forestman, for starters I'm taking Bradley out into the backyard to get acquainted. Please feel free to interrupt us for anything at any time, and don't hesitate to come out and see how we're doing." Martin told Hal it `sounded good', as Bradley got a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Hal threw his arm around Bradley's shoulder and walked him out into the back yard. At first the arm about his shoulder pissed Bradley off. 'Why should this stranger have a right to put his arm around me?' 'Who in the hell does this guy think he is?' Hal was a big guy, the way some cops are big guys. He felt like a cop to Bradley, and he worried about that arm around his shoulder. Was he playing good-cop/bad-cop with him, friendly one moment, and punching him in the gut the next?
Hal suggested they sit in the grass. As they sat in the grass Bradley thought a thought that could lead him back into depression and eventually get him punished, 'Why in the hell should I have to spend my day with this yokel, when I should be getting ready for college?' The sun lit up the faces of both the trainer and the social servant. Bradley was actually sweating, which surprised him. He was afraid, and his stomach churned. He knew it would just be moments before Hal, who was being nice, would do something painful to him. Hal smiled. "It's a nice day." Bradley acknowledged that it was.
"Well Bradley, you know why I'm here. Your dad told me about that storeroom incident last night. He also told me that you were overall a very good and hard working boy. And just by looking at you I can see that you are. But the problem with last night was not that you didn't get more work done. You are only human, and we humans can only do so much in a given amount of time. The problem, the thing that annoyed your dad, was the exasperation you showed when he tried to find out why you didn't get more work done. It's that attitude which is defeating your progress. Social servants cannot behave in that way! Being a good social servant is simply about dropping that attitude. Instead of looking and acting annoyed, just be honest in a situation like that! Just speak the truth. Your dad would have understood. You could have said. "I'm sorry Dad. I tried, but I'm just in a lazy way, and I couldn't get moving. I'm very sorry, father. I will try to do better and be the best servant I can be!"
Hal studied Bradley to make sure he was taking his words in. "We tell social servants to take pride in themselves, and a lot of new social servants think that that's just a bunch of bullshit. I think one of your problems is that you haven't been around other properly behaving social servants. Your dad told me you haven't had your inventory day yet at Social Services, where all of the social servants who were indentured within the last 60 days are gathered and apprised. That's coming up in just a few days for you, and I think it will do you a lot of good. It's mainly a day of socializing with other social servants as the county records keeper does final paper work on its most recent stock. You'll meet your brothers there as well, and it is generally a valuable and very happy experience for social servants."
Hal tried to engage Bradley by giving him a playful smile, but Bradley was wary of trainers appearing to be nice guys. So Hal next asked a couple of questions. "Bradley, be honest with me. What was the most painful experience for you since you have been in training?"
"The fact that my best friend Jeremy is avoiding me because I'm a servant."
Hal nodded in sympathy. "And what was the most humiliating thing for you so far in these last two weeks?"
"The fact that my sister Flora saw my pictures on the county website."
Hal smiled and patted the ground next to him. "Come over here Bradley and sit next to me!" As Bradley scooted into place next to Hal and his folded leg touched Hal's leg, Hal put his arm around Bradley. "I have full sympathy with you for losing your friend. That does happen, and I have low regard for people who look down on social servants." Hal's arm on Bradley's shoulder was beginning to feel good to Bradley.
"But regarding your concern over your nudity, that's where you are leading a too sheltered life living here with your dad as a social servant." Hal reached over and started to unbutton Bradley's fatigues from the side of the neck down. He unbuttoned Bradley all the way down to his waist, in silence, then rolled the fatigues off and down from Bradley's upper body. When Bradley's full upper body was revealed in the sunlight, Hal leaned back and looked at Bradley. "Wow! You sure are a good-looking kid. If your brothers are even half as good looking and well built as you, your dad is going to rake in a bundle!"
Hal put his arm back around Bradley's shoulder and leaned closer, for a man-to-man bit of directness. "Bradley, here's the thing, we're both men, we both have a penis and scrotum hanging between our legs. The difference between us is that my tackle is free, and yours is not. Free men have a right to privacy, social servants do not. That's all. No big deal really. It's a fact of life for every social servant in the state of Vermont and for every other social servant or slave in every slave state in the union." Bradley didn't like Hal's words, but being so close to Hal, Bradley could feel the warmth his body exuded, thought his scent alluring, and was finding himself attracted to his new trainer.
"Nudity actually helps with attitude adjustment, and that's one of the things that are missing in your dad's training of you. I think adding that to the mix may be just the thing that's missing. It's not enough to be nude only for a few hours of backyard training and exercise."
Bradley explained. "Dad chose that as a solution because of the logistics problem. My mother and sister are around most of the time."
"If your dad is that concerned over something that is a part of life for social servants, then I need to discuss this with him. If nothing else, if he is that concerned, he can have your mom and sister pack up for the next two weeks and live somewhere else. But if I'm to make any headway here, you and your family have to realize that it's no big deal for a social servant to be naked. I'll bet your brothers, only in their second day of training over at Social Services, have already dealt with and are over with that minor issue."
Hal patted Bradley, who was looking sick, on the back. "Stand up now so we can finish getting you undressed!" Bradley stood up and was ordered to unbutton the remaining buttons of his fatigues. As he did so the sinking feeling in his stomach got more intense, and he suddenly broke into tears, started crying, and fell to his knees, pleading. "Please Mr. Franklin, don't hurt me. Please. I can't take it!"
Hal stood the crying, trembling Bradley up, finished unbuttoning the last few buttons on his fatigues, and removed them. He then hugged Bradley with both arms. "Bradley, stop crying. I'm not going to hurt you. Not while you are behaving as nicely as you have been. I'm sorry you are so afraid. But nothing is going to happen. There are just a few things you need to do to be a proper `behaver' who never has to be punished. It's very easy; just be honest, polite, and enthusiastic at all times, and get over thinking that you have some kind of right to privacy. Just accept the fact that for the next six years or so you do not have a right to privacy. That's really all it will take for you to be on the right path." Bradley's crying stopped, and he was beginning to feel a little better as he thought that what Hal said was needed to change his attitude wasn't too difficult to achieve. Hal held Bradley's chin. "Pretty easy, isn't it, big fellow?" Bradley nodded 'yes'.
After Bradley had fully calmed down, Hal looked into Bradley's face, gave him a warm and encouraging smile, which Bradley responded favorably to, and gently grabbed Bradley's penis with his right hand. "Bradley, you need to get used to this. This is common protocol for leading male social servants. Let's go for a little walk around here, what do you say?" Hal led Bradley by the penis in a slow walk around the backyard. Hal commented on Martin's nice back yard as they strolled. After a bit he asked. "How are you feeling, Bradley?"
Bradley was honest. "I feel ashamed, like I'm being treated like a little kid."
Hal was pleased. "It's good you are honest. And what you are feeling is a perfectly normal and healthy reaction. You should be feeling like a little kid, because you know what they always say. "It's no big deal for little kids and social servants to be naked." If you can get used to this, your life will be a piece of cake. Really!"
As Hal led Bradley about the yard by his penis, Bradley struggled with what he was going through. He wanted to be preparing for college. Yet instead a total stranger was in control of him, and holding him by the very symbol and center of his maleness. How could he expect to maintain a shred of dignity? Yet as they walked, Bradley found in his shame, somehow, a feeling of pleasure. It was a new feeling for him, and one that he could not begin to comprehend.
Alban took some comfort in the fact that he only had to be in the stocks for about 24 more hours. He was looking forward to being released. His biggest regret, now that he learned how to stop wiggling too much in order to avoid a paddling, was that he couldn't see anything. His stocks faced a wall, and he couldn't see anyone else in the room. When they brought him and Quince in yesterday there were already seven boys in the stocks. But since they all faced the wall, all he could see was their naked rumps as they entered the room. He believed that since he was locked down in the stocks facing the wall, and was unable to see anything else, two boys were removed from the stocks and three more new boys were put into stocks, but he couldn't be sure. He could only judge by what he heard; comments of the trainers, light talking the boys tried to do to each other when they thought the room was empty of overseers, cries from the other social servants, and the conversation of the guards, trainers, overseers, and social service officials.
He looked forward to his next feeding. The guy who spoon-fed him was a real cutie, and was very gentle.
He was initially upset that plans he had made with his friends to join their band, `Devil Schnevil', were not going to happen, but even locked in stocks there was so much going on. In a sense he was now the focus of much attention, more so than he had ever been as a free boy, and there were lots of other guys in this place who were his age, so maybe it would be fun.
He wondered how his brother Quince was doing, but the one time he quietly called Quince's name out, he didn't know there was an overseer in the room, and he ended up getting ten very severe strokes of the paddle on his bare behind.
The resilience of youth was working strongly in Alban's favor. Not so for Quince, whose manly pride was devastated. Social service psychiatric officials, specialists in social servant behavior, observed and noted in Quince's file, which the trainers reference, that Quince would have a difficult and painful time in training. For such types special care is provided by Vermont Social Services during training. Vermont has a very good history of turning macho boys with too much pride and muscle, and not enough common sense, into very successful, hard working, quick-stepping, super polite, social servants.
Martin surveyed Mr. Franklin and Bradley from the window of his bedroom, and everything was looking good. They seemed to be chatting in a genuine way, and it appeared Mr. Franklin was getting through to Bradley. Martin was feeling more like an energized man now that he had his sons controlled. And when a man pulls off a really big money making deal, he feels empowered. He wondered if that was the reason why he was fucking his wife with such renewed force and energy lately. He gave his crotch a rub as he thought of himself as having successfully saved the family fortunes. He felt as if things were on a good and right path, and he was responsible for it.
The Vermont State Authority for Social Services, in one of its numerous television ad campaigns, promotes as one of the benefits of the social servant program the fact that parents can be assured that their children will be safe from harm, and unable to get into trouble with the law, while they are indentured. While Martin's sons were never the sort of `at risk' children to which the ad referred, Martin nevertheless took a similar comfort in his sons' indenturement. His boys would not only learn to be super obedient and polite from the experience, but being indentured during the period of their lives when hormones have the most powerful control over a young man's decisions and behavior can only be a good thing. No more fear of unwanted fatherhoods, youthful drunkenness, reckless driving, romantic crushes pulling one off in the wrong direction with the wrong person, wasteful spending, easy addiction to porn via the Internet, youthful bad decisions with lifelong consequences, unhealthy obsession with youth trends. Martin was convinced; social servitude for his three sons could only be a blessing for everyone.
As Martin gazed out the window and watched his oldest son being eased into obedience in the yard below by Mr. Franklin, he thought of the time he was at Andrew's place, surveying the grounds where his boys would be serving. All of Andrew's social servants were so polite; polite not only to Andrew, but to all of Andrew's guests, including himself. The thought of having his own boys be so polite and obedient excited Martin. Seeing so many well-behaved boys serving and obeying, all neat and polite, gave Martin a feeling of peace to know that his boys would soon be just like those boys: neat, polite, and obedient. He felt a comfort in knowing his boys would be safe, secure, and always well behaved in such a heavily controlled environment. As he continued to watch Hal work on his son, now so certain that he had made the right decision for his family, he thought how putting his sons into social service was a way of helping to preserve his family's happiness. It's as if he was locking his sons in time at their present ages. As if he had just somehow managed to preserve his sons' happy youthful days by 5 years and 8 months. Overall, Martin felt much more self-assured. If Hal was going to require greater firmness from him in controlling Bradley, he felt now that he would finally be able to deliver that firmness, since he was now fully convinced that a few hard knocks now, early on in Bradley's training, would eventually lead to very concrete rewards for everyone.
Martin went back into his study and pulled out one of the manuals provided him by Social Services, `Guidelines for Overseers of Familiar Social Servants'. As he flipped through its pages once again, all of the things it recommended for handling family members who were social servants, which on first and second reading seemed distasteful to Martin, now suddenly made very good sense to him. He was beginning to understand why certain things are done to social servants, had to be done, in order to ensure success.
After reading for a bit, Martin got up and looked out from the window of his study. Bradley was lying facedown in the grass and Hal had his knee in Bradley's back, holding him down, and was smacking Bradley's thighs with a whipping stick about the size of a two-foot long ruler. The punishment appeared to be ending, and whatever Hal was doing to Bradley appeared to be effective, because he heard Bradley answer a question very politely when the spanking stopped. "Yes sir! Thank you sir. Those are my intentions exactly, sir." When Martin released Bradley, he stood up at attention and said in a firm, almost sincere sounding voice. "Thank you Mr. Franklin for giving me the discipline I need, and for treating me so well!" Mr. Franklin replied. "If you're a good boy and do as you're told, you can always expect your overseers to take very good care of you and treat you well."
It all sounded and looked good to Martin, so he went back to his desk. On his computer was an email from his Social Services contact person, Damian Appomattox, with an offer from a David Halsby, residing about 10 miles away from the Forestman household, offering a significant sum for Bradley. Martin pondered the offer, a very tempting one, and after a bit of consideration replied to Damian, telling him to set up an interview for Bradley with Mr. Halsby.
In the kitchen to make himself some tea, Martin peeked out the window. Bradley and Mr. Franklin were seated in lawn chairs and Bradley was talking excitedly, and Mr. Franklin was listening and smiling. It really looked good. Martin wasn't sure what was going on, but the atmosphere definitely had a good feeling. Mr. Franklin appeared to possess a very effective training style. After a quite severe and humiliating spanking, Bradley wasn't only not bitter or sulking, but he seemed to be actually quite content, even happy. Martin felt he found a trainer he could trust in Mr. Franklin.
Martin went back to his study and made a phone call to his broker. "Morgan, I think I've got this right, but I need to be sure. For the investments we've planned, I originally wanted each of the boys to have separate accounts in their own names, mainly for psychological reasons. But if I invested all three of the boy's amounts in one account, it would pay off bigger dividends in 5 years and 8 months, correct?" His broker answered. "By a considerable amount." Martin continued. "And if I were to keep in my account all of the money I was originally going to put into their accounts, their payoff would be even larger, correct?" The broker affirmed. "Indeed, by a very considerable amount!" Martin was pleased. "Okay, then here's what I want to do. Do not set up any separate accounts for my boys. Keep everything in my account. Then in six years time I can divvy up to them what each has coming!"
Martin was a happy man. His thoughts of financial solvency and well-behaved sons filled him with euphoria. He looked at the pictures of his sons and daughter about his desk, and was proud of them all. His musings were interrupted by a knock on his study door by Mr. Franklin. Mr. Franklin told Martin his session with Bradley was over, and that it went very well. Martin told Hal that from what he observed, things seemed to have gone very well, indeed.
Hal's training of Martin on the proper handling of his social servant sons consisted of a two and a half hour chat in Martin's study, over a bottle of sherry, in which Hal tried to convince Martin that they were in the same boat, with the same stakes. "We're both in the business of making boys behave; you, your sons, me, your sons and the sons of your neighbors. All of the indicators in the social servant market are that we at the start of an historic upswing. If the trend follows as predicted, your investment could pay off even more than what your peak speculations suggest. That is, of course, if your boys perform as well-behaved social servants, whether they are up for an interview, at auction, or in actual service. All that I'm really trying to impress upon you here is that if you are to reap the market rewards that are out there, then it is imperative that if you have to punish your boys, that you do it with gusto. Strong discipline delivered with gusto is required not only for the success of your own ventures, but for the success of the entire system!"
Hal covered all the key topics outlined in the `Guidelines for Overseers of Familiar Social Servants' manual; the importance of nudity for curing attitude problems, humiliation as a training tool, family participation in discipline sessions, heavy regimentation in the family setting, and the importance of consistent and firm discipline. Hal concluded Martin's lesson/training session with one of his favorite kernels of wisdom. "One little thing I have always found important is that if you're going to punish a servant, the first thing to do is get comfortable. Make sure you are relaxed and comfortable. If you aren't comfortable, then you can't do your best work, and your punishment will not be as effective as it could be!"
When Mr. Franklin left, Martin was quite exhausted. Because he had quite a few things to do, and didn't want to have to deal with a social servant son underfoot, he ordered Bradley to fix himself some supper, then bathe himself, and get into bed. When Bradley was in bed, at 6:30, Martin secured him to the bed with ankle and wrists chains, a chest strap, and ear and penis chains. As he diapered Bradley he asked him what he thought of Mr. Franklin. "I liked him, Dad." Martin was too tired to try and analyze Bradley's answer. Martin closed the curtains and turned out the lights in Bradley's room, said good night, and closed the door.
Alone in his bed, at 6:30, in a darkened room Bradley tried to understand all the things he was feeling. When he thought of Hal, his thoughts ranged from anger to lust. Was his life real? Was he really not going to be going back to college? Was he going to be treated like this for the next six years of his life? Is being treated the way he was fair? Is it just? How could he possibly be attracted to someone who would so willingly punish him for the slightest misstep?
When Flora came to Martin to ask him a question about their winter vacation, Martin was glad for the interruption. He realized that perhaps he didn't have quite as many things to do as he had feared. Since he had put Bradley to bed so early, he thought Bradley might enjoy hearing about Flora's and his parents' vacation plans. So he asked Flora to accompany him to Bradley's room.
So as not to startle Bradley, Martin opened the door to his bedroom very quietly, flipped on the light switch, and walked quietly into the room. And what Martin and Flora saw made them open their mouths in stunned silence. Bradley, unaware of their presence, was jacking his dick with very broad strokes with his right hand as he thrust his hips rhythmically up and down to his pumping. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and his mouth was opening and closing as if he were kissing or sucking some imagined object. He moaned sensuously as his left hand tugged downward on his balls. Sweat covered his face and chest.
Martin went up to the bed and grabbed both of Bradley's hands and pulled them up and gathered them on his chest and held them there, as Bradley was stunned into reality. As Bradley shouted. "Dad, no!" He struggled to tear his hands free of his father's grip, causing his 22 year old, concrete-hard, jism-covered, purple knobbed, cock to waggle from side to side. Martin just looked down on his struggling son in disbelief. "What is going on here? What is going on here young man?"
Flora could not take her gaze away from Bradley's large cock, sloshing from side to side as he tried to wrest his arms free and cover himself. Martin would normally have scooted Flora out of the room first thing, but he was so shocked by not only what he had just caught Bradley doing, but by the fact that Bradley had even been able to remove his penis infibulation lock.
Bradley started to cry. "Please Dad, let me go!" The head of Bradley's cock was large, rounded, purple, and slick and shiny from the oozing goo leaking out of his piss slit. To Flora, the head of Bradley's dick looked like a big round lollipop. She wondered if it was good to suck on. She was jealous; boys had big luscious looking lollipops hanging between their legs. She had to get a hold of one and soon.
Martin was saddened by the events. "Oh Bradley, I never thought that you would do something like this!" Bradley was shamed. "Dad, I'm sorry." Martin, noticing Flora, was also angry. "Bradley, you should be so ashamed of what you have done! Have you no concern that anyone of your family could have walked in on you? Have you no self-respect?" Bradley moaned. "Please Dad, cover me up." Martin was firm. "Listen young man! You've brought this on yourself! You should have thought about the fact that anyone of us could have come in here while you were performing such a selfish act!"
Bradley closed his eyes and tried to turn his face away from his father and Flora's stares. His ears, chained to each side of the bed, prevented him from turning his face completely away from his family. Martin continued. "You have really let all of us down Bradley! I am so hurt. I am so ashamed of you. Just when I thought you were starting to be a good boy!"
Bradley's entire face and chest by this time had turned a bright red. Martin would not let up. "Just look at you! Are you proud of yourself? Have you no shame whatsoever? Have you no regard for any of us that you would do this knowing we could walk in on you?" It only frustrated Martin all the more that he could not get a response from Bradley, so he continued to berate him. "Does it make you feel good to so brazenly expose yourself like this to little Flora? Do you think anyone would want to buy a social servant with such a filthy little habit? Are you trying to embarrass me? Is this your idea of how you can mess this whole thing up?"
Bradley wailed. "No Dad, please let go of me!"
"Now I want to know how you managed to unlock your infibulation bar!" Bradley said nothing, but kept his face turned away, sobbing.
Martin threw Bradley's hands down, took Flora by the hand, turned out the light, and as he and Flora exited, he slammed the door.
Martin went to his study. Because it was still fairly early in the evening, he called his Social Services contact person, Damian Appomattox, at his home for advice. Damian informed Martin that it would have been impossible for Bradley to have unlocked the infibulation bar without help. He told Martin that whoever had assisted Bradley in releasing him from infibulation had committed a felony, and the same laws apply as if someone had helped release a prisoner from bondage. Damian informed Martin that Bradley was legally obliged to reveal who released him, and if he did not, the answer was to be whipped out of him, and the name of the guilty was to be supplied to Social Service's authorities. There was no choice in the matter.
Damian suggested that Martin make use of Hal Franklin in getting Bradley to reveal the name of the person who unlocked him. Damian also informed Martin that Bradley, by allowing himself to be unlocked, had also committed a serious offense, a Lever Four, the highest-level offense a social servant can commit. Damian told Martin to try and reason with his son and reveal the name of his partner in crime, because if he didn't he would be whipped until he did. Damian also offered practical advice. "If the whipping required to reveal the identity of his helper is so severe that you can't possibly give Bradley his Level Four punishment on top of it, the law does allow you to wait one week, maximum, before administering his Level Four."
Martin put his head in his hands and wept. His son, Bradley, who was once his pride, an ever-ready source of happiness and joy, was, in fact, just looking out for himself all along. Bradley, whom he had loved so well, was nothing but a very selfish boy, uncaring of others; one who would willfully jeopardize all the good things Martin was trying to do for his family. Martin wondered if being a kind and loving father was worth it after all; especially when all he got in return for his efforts and his love was his son defiantly jacking his dick openly in front of him and his young daughter.