Traditional Values
By Randall Austin
PART NINETEEN
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In preparation for the arrival of Quince and Alban, Martin affixed two signs to the front door of his house. The first one was customized, "Please do not engage our social servants in any unnecessary conversation. Thank you, The Forestman's." The second sign was a stock item, "Police and Fire Alert: This household maintains three social servants. Security, restraining, and holding devices employed." An attached floor plan showed emergency crews which rooms were likely to hold servants in bondage. Mr. Forestman indicated on the map Bradley's bedroom on the main floor, where all three boys would be chained to their beds at night; the living room, where Hal had installed three bolts to the wall for penis locking the boys to the wall; and the dining room, where were positioned the three social servant holding chairs, which Mr. Forestman had rented from Social Services for the two weeks all three of his sons would be living at home.
Servant holding chairs were basically adult sized versions of the baby high chair. They were made of heavy duty steel, and had straps affixed at points so that servants could be secured to the chair at several parts of their bodies: legs, thighs, waist, upper arms, and forearms. Like baby high chairs they had a removable large size tray suitable for serving meals or for use as a desk. It was fast becoming the most popular method for slave owners throughout the country to secure or `baby-sit' servants/slaves when they just didn't have time to keep an eye out for them. If a servant was fitted with a slave pad, basically a heavy-duty disposable slave diaper, he or she could be kept safely in the chair for up to two days. All that the owner had to provide on the tray were meal biscuits and drinking water. Martin and his wife decided that placing the chairs in the dining room would be a great convenience; that way when all the relatives would be over to visit the boys during their stay at home, they could chat with the boys while dining, and then afterwards the free people could retire to another part of the house and Martin and his wife wouldn't then have to worry about having unsupervised social servants running about.
Hal arrived early Monday morning, having told Martin the day before that he wanted to have a chat with him and Bradley before he went and collected Quince and Alban from Social Services and brought them home. Martin ordered Bradley to make some coffee, and then the three men sat at the kitchen table.
Hal started right in, "Bradley, I wanted to have this chat with you and your dad before your brothers arrive home. Your dad is paying me good money to help insure that you are following all the rules, and that you meet all of the state and federal behavior codes for social servants. Your brothers have been through three weeks of some of the most rigorous training available for servants. They are going to be quite different from the way they were when you last saw them. They are already full servants. The only reason they are coming home is because the State Social Services Agency has deemed them fully compliant' and trained servants. Fully compliant' is a legal term, and it is a very important one. And that is what you need to be as well."
All three men took a drink of coffee. Hal continued, "You have the serious responsibility of setting an example for your brothers. You can still laugh and have a good time with your brothers, but what your brothers must never see you doing is balking when you are given an order. `Fully compliant' is a not a complicated thing to understand. It just means that if your dad were to tell you now to pick up that scrap of paper over there in the corner, you would do it without so much as a questioning look, any hesitation, any words of annoyance, or any show of irritation. Do you understand that?"
Bradley nodded that he did. "And Bradley, I have already told you many times, nods are not acceptable. You need to answer with yes, sir' and no, sir'. Unless, of course, an owner tells you that you don't have to follow such formalities. Do you understand?"
Bradley answered, "Yes, sir."
Hal was satisfied. "Okay, I need to make it very clear now that your dad and I are committed to having you behave in a fully compliant manner at all times. If we see the slightest slacking, we intend to apply appropriate and rigorous discipline in a summary fashion. And if we find ourselves having to resort to severe discipline more than a few times, then we intend to send you to the Vermont Social Services State Discipline Camp for Boys, and you will stay there until they deem you fully compliant. Is this all clear to you?"
Bradley answered, "Yes, sir."
"Your dad and I both feel that your dad did the right thing in allowing you to be home trained. You have come along very nicely, and your intelligence, I believe, is what has led to your early and general good behavior. But now is a time for you to take the lead, go up one step higher, and set a shining example for your brothers. You are three beautiful social servants, and you all need to be proud of what your father has done for you, for what you now are, and the positions you will soon find yourselves in."
The three men sipped their coffee, and Hal continued, "Pride is what it's all about. You three boys need to be proud of the role you play, your appearance, your good behavior. And be proud of the fact that you still are wearing your training accessories. Normally your infibulation bars and rings, and your training paddles would be coming off now. But Damian Appomattox, Martin's advisor at the county agency, recommended that they stay on all three of you boys until your sale is finalized, as an added precaution because of your home training. They'll provide a little additional reinforcement of your status, since being trained at home just can't equal the thorough inculcation that county training agencies provide. "
Martin, somewhat uncomfortable with the rather hard line Hal was delivering to Bradley, felt a need to interject some good news. "Bradley, I am following Mr. Appomattox's advice, but I want you to know that once your sale is confirmed I intend to have all of the training restraints removed from you and your brothers."
Bradley jumped up and hugged his father, "Oh Dad, thank you!" Martin patted Bradley on the head, and Bradley started rocking his dad gently back and forth. "I love you, Dad." Martin kissed his son on the cheek, "I love you too, son!"
Hal looked at his watch, and said he would leave now to collect Alban and Quince. As he exited, Hal said, "Martin, I left that new whip, a modern, compact, version of the prison flogger that I recommended you start using on Bradley for all of his future punishments, in the hallway. It's that beautiful, new, state of the art, baby I told you about, made from silicone polymers, that delivers a most persuasive corrective, but with very little danger of abrading or breaking the skin. If you get some time, practice using it out in the back yard." Martin thanked him and said he would practice.
When Hal brought Alban and Quince back home from training, it was apparent that they were changed individuals. As Martin, Barbara, Bradley, Flora, and Uncle Steven, came to greet them, they stood quietly side-by-side, somewhat wide-eyed and always smiling, but not offering to say anything unless they were questioned. And although they spoke and answered questions with enthusiasm, there was a lack of spontaneity in everything they did and said. It was if they were afraid to speak and move without getting an okay. And when they did speak and move, they seemed eager to get approval for their actions.
And they were both dramatically different in physical appearance from the way they looked when the left the house just slightly over three weeks ago. They were completely bald; they had rings on both sides of their noses; and three rings on the upper ridge of each ear. They were fitted with training paddles on each ankle, just like Bradley, and had to walk with legs spread wide apart. Unlike Bradley, they each had a four and a half inch thick molded plastic donut fitted above each elbow. These were the equivalent of training paddles for the arms. The result was that they could never stand in an "at ease" position. Their arms had to hang down stuck out at least four and a half inches from their bodies. And what could not be seen to the family members greeting them, although everyone knew they were fitted with them, were nipple rings in each nipple, and the infibulation bars and rings along with the giant hoop rings attached to each boy's penis.
To Flora they seemed like draft animals. Dumb and bald. Just standing there, not saying anything unless someone asked a question. Not moving without being told. They looked like horses standing there, just being asked to do something.
As everyone continued to chat, Martin made his way to his office, and ran into Bradley coming from the kitchen. "Bradley, I'm glad you're here. I'd like to speak to you in private." Martin invited Bradley in to his office and asked him to sit on the couch with him.
Martin crossed his legs and threw his right arm over the back of the couch. Bradley sat next to Martin and threw his left arm across the back of the couch. With their arms together, they each lightly grabbed the other's shoulder. Martin liked the position, it was the way friends sat and chatted. "Bradley, it's no secret to you that I consider you the most mature member of the family. Sometimes even more so than myself."
"Wow, thanks Dad!"
"You don't have to thank me son; it's true and you know it. We're all back together again, just like old times, and I'm so happy. We've all come this far. What is important now is that this whole arrangement works out and is successful for all of us. And the ones who have the most to gain during this period of your indenturement are you boys. If the deal goes through, if you remain fully compliant servants who please your owners, then your period of service will pay off very handsomely for all three of you."
"Because I look up to you so much, I'm asking for a favor from you, a little help. Since you are the oldest it is only natural that you take on a leadership and overseer role. What I want you to do, Bradley, is sort of watch out for your brothers and report anything to me that you think I need to know."
Bradley asked what kinds of things Martin was referring to.
"If they do anything they shouldn't do behind your mother's, Flora's, or my back, if they misbehave. Now Bradley, I'm not telling you to be a tattletale. No way. I don't want you to come running to me if one of your brothers decides to tell a joke when you're all in bed at 8:30 after lights are out, or if one of them slips and lets out a swear word. No, I'm not asking you to be snitch. You know I would never ask you to do something like that on your own brothers. What I am asking is that you report anything that could jeopardize this great thing we've got going. If you hear them complaining about things that they are supposed to do, talking or making jokes about free people, or see them break any serious rules. Things like stealing food that's not on your diets, or doing sloppy work, or being sneaky about something. Because it is things like this that will make any potential buyer balk."
"In other words, Bradley, I want you to be, simply, their older brother in the way you have always been their older brother! A brother who cares for and loves his brothers, and wouldn't want to see them ever come to harm. What do you say, pal?"
"Sure Dad!" Bradley beamed at his father's confidence in him.
As Bradley was about to leave, Martin gave him some good news. "Things are going well on the business end of things. Just about an hour ago I spoke to you and your brothers' probable new owners. Their representative is coming out at the end of the week to do an in-person visual inspection, and if all goes well, the deal will be closed, and we'll be able to take you boys in to Social Services and have those hobbles and rings removed sooner than expected! How does that sound to you, son?"
Bradley was thrilled, "It sounds great, Dad. Really great! I can hardly wait."
Martin followed Bradley out of his office, and noticed he walked with more spring in his step on leaving his office than he did when he entered it. Bradley went back into the living room to join the family, and Martin made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a single malt scotch whiskey. As he approached the kitchen he saw Quince downing a glass of milk, something that he always liked, but which was now not to be on his diet according to the dietary recommendations provided by Social Services. Quince doubtless hadn't had a glass of milk in over three weeks. It was a spankable offense, and Martin was of a mind to make a public example out of Quince for the benefit of his brothers. But for now Martin had other business he wanted to take care of.
When Martin called Quince's name out in greeting, a startled Quince jumped and exclaimed, "Dad!" Martin walked up to Quince and put his hand on his shoulder, and, nodding his head in admonishment, spoke quietly, "Quince, son. Is this the way we're going to start things out?" Quince felt terrible, and his eyes teared in embarrassment and shame as he spoke, "Dad. I'm so sorry. I'm not like this. I don't want to be like this."
Martin answered, "I know son. I know." Martin kept his hand on Quince's shoulder, and Quince looked like he would start crying at any moment. Martin asked quietly, "Why don't you come along with me into my office, son."
Quince looked like the classic defeated servant walking to his punishment as he made his way to Martin's office. Quince entered the office, but Martin stopped outside of his office to adjust some picture frames in the hallway that were off center. When Martin finally entered his office, he closed the door behind him, and noticed that Quince had already removed his jumpsuit, and was standing naked with his head bowed down. Martin was surprised, "Quince, what are you doing?"
"I thought you wanted me to prepare myself for the punishment I deserve, Dad."
Martin smiled, "Come over here, you big, adorable, oaf!" As Quince walked to his dad with his legs spread wide, Martin admired his largest cocked son's physique. The giant hoop ring dangling from his big cock swung freely as Quince waddled over to his dad. Martin liked very much the social servant his second-oldest son had become: bald headed, bald crotched, buff, and brawny. And apparently totally compliant! What a combination! When Quince reached his dad, Martin hugged him, told him he had no intention of punishing him, and invited him to sit down on the couch with him.
When they were seated, Martin put his arm around Quince. His naked son smelled of the common but pleasant social servant soap that had been for years the signature scent of servants. It was a slave/servant soap used in most slave/servant processing, training, and auction houses throughout the country. Its main appeal was in its light scent of clover and sage, and the soap was now the fashion rage of free youth throughout the United States and South America.
"Quince, you're the most manly of my boys. You are strong and unflinching. You went through training as only a real man could. You're virile, sure of yourself, and good looking. Not many guys look as good as you do when they are completely head shaved, but you look wonderful." Quince did a shy smile such as a complimented child would do. Martin rubbed his bald head, "And speaking of that, I don't know what Hal told you so far, but starting now you and Alban are no longer to shave your heads. Keep shaving everything else, but not your heads. Your probable new owner wants you to have long hair, which will be luxuriously styled."
"Wow, that sounds great Dad!"
"It is Quince. I think you are going to be very happy with where you will be serving. I can't tell you too much right now, but in a few days I should be able to confirm things."
"Quince, because you are so strong in so many ways, I want to enlist your help in a special way. I need you to help me to help your brothers be all that they can be. I need you to keep your eyes and ears open and report to me if you think your brothers are having any problems."
"What kind of problems, Dad?"
"Problems with following any of the protocols of service, problems with behavior, attitude, and so on."
"You want me to rat on them, Dad?"
"Oh gosh no! Good heavens, Quince! No, not at all. What I'm talking about basically, is if you see them doing things that you and I know will make them unhappy. This is to help them, after all. You know how I just saw you drinking milk, and how unhappy and bad you felt? Well, that is the kind of pain and unhappiness we want to keep them from. I so much want all of you boys to be happy. Completely so. You are the most advanced in your training, in terms of understanding fully what it means to be a social servant, and that's why I need your aid in helping your brothers get to where you are now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad, I think so."
Martin squeezed Quince tightly, "Now this is just between you and me, Okay? It's our little secret!
Quince smiled and looked at his father, "You got it, Dad!"
As Quince got up to get dressed Martin admired his large and fat penis. If Martin ever had doubts about placing his boys in social service, seeing Quince so compliant confirmed once and for all that he had done the right thing. Quince, as an egotistical, macho, stud, free boy, would have been the most likely of all of Martin's sons to get in to some kind of trouble. Martin raised three wonderful, generally obedient, respectful of parents, sons. He was already a success as a parent. But now with his sons in social service, it was guaranteed that they would stay that way, obedient and respectful, for almost six more years. There was no longer any danger of any one of the boys getting into trouble with girls, money, or the law.
As Quince stooped over to button up the leg buttons on his jumpsuit, Martin admired his butt, the largest, firmest, and perkiest, of all of the Forestman's: bigger than Alban's, Bradley's, Jason's, Steven's, and his own.
Anyone wishing to purchase a social servant under the age of 19 in Vermont has to meet the exact same rigid qualifications as are necessary for the adoption of an underage child. Little Timothy Witherspoon was loved and doted upon by his owners, Harriet and Roger Patton, as if he were their own son. The only difference being that little Timothy has to do a lot more chores around the house than any child of the Patton's, if they had a child, would ever be made to do. It's standard, and not inhumane. Male children in the United States typically are required to keep their rooms clean, do the dishes at least once a day, and help keep the yard in shape. Little Timothy Witherspoon is responsible for keeping every room in the Patton house clean and in tiptop order, is responsible for the total upkeep of the yard, and washes every dish, pot, and article of clothing, ever dirtied in the house. Of course, little Timothy, being a social servant, has more time on his hands than free children because he gets his education at home with the Patton's through the Vermont Social Servants Home Education Program.
Not only do the Patton's get free housekeeping with their purchase of Timothy, they also have in Timothy one of the best investments possible. The Patton's purchased little Timothy one year ago, at the age of 14. Timothy, indentured because of a broken home situation complicated by legal disputes between the parents, cost the Patton's $225,000. The Patton's decided that Timothy would be right for them because they wanted a child in the family or sort of a child. What they really wanted was someone to dote on. But they realized that Timothy, being good looking, could be sold for a bundle around the age of 19 or 20 if they kept him fit and healthy and if they were able to do the necessary legal maneuvering to guarantee that they had the authority to keep him indentured past the age of 21. Mr. Patton, being a lawyer, felt that that part would not be a problem for him. The going rate for prime servants in that age range in Vermont is from $325,000 to $580,000. Given expected improved market conditions, and given that what sold in Vermont for $325,000 could easily go for twice that on the East and West Coasts, the Patton's are expecting to make a very handsome profit from the eventual sale of Timothy. That is assuming they will have gotten over their need to dote on Timothy by the time he becomes a young man.
When Timothy told his parents that a Flora Forestman, a free girl, wanted to be his friend and attend the Obeyers' Ball with him, they were delighted. Mrs. Patton called Martin Forestman, and finding out he had three indentured sons, was all the more happy to have Timothy be friends with her. Flora would understand servants better than those who have no contact with them, and would not be tempted to make fun of them or Timothy in any way. The parents of Flora and Timothy arranged a mutual visit at the Forestman's so everyone could meet.
Martin asked Flora to accompany him to "Service Issues", a store that sells social servant clothing and supplies. As they drove, Martin explained, "You're a girl, and you have that special fashion sense that only girls have. You know what will look good on your brothers."
Little Flora asked Martin what he needed, "The boys will be having their training hobbles removed in a few days, and so they will no longer need those button-down-the-sides jumpsuits. I just thought it would be fun to have you pick out their uniforms."
Flora was pleased to hear that. Martin smiled at her, "Your mother and I are so proud of you making contact with that Timothy Witherspoon. It shows us that you have really gotten into the issue of social servants, and care about them. That's really special, honey! Your mother and I can hardly wait to meet him and his parents. You have had several phone conversations with him now, what can you tell me about him?"
"He's kind of shy. But I think he likes me. I did ask him what kind of clothes he wears, if he wore normal free boy clothes, but he said he did not. Daddy, why do servants not wear regular clothes?"
"It's important that servants wear uniforms to help remind themselves and others of who and what they are. It highlights their very special status. They are so special to us and that is why we want them to stand out and look special! Did Timothy tell you what kind of uniform he wears?"
"When his parents take him on outings they dress him in uniform that is like the black and white striped uniform prisoners wear, only his uniform is light green and the stripes are dark green. I asked him if it embarrassed him getting dressed up like that, but he said `no', and that he liked that it drew attention to him. And around the house the Patton's make him wear a full-length smock, one that reaches to his ankles. He says it is very comfortable on him, and makes it easy for him to go to the bathroom, and that the Patton's jokingly tell him they like it because it makes it easy for them to roll it up and spank him."
Martin smiled, touched at his daughter's reaching out to a lowly servant boy. "Flora dear, it's that kind of care and initiative that lets me know just how mature you are for your age and makes me want to ask for your special help." Flora was curious.
"We are all so pleased with your brothers and the progress they have made in training. Your mother and I want to make certain that they stay on track, but we can only see and hear so much. You will be spending a lot more time around them, and that is why I need you to tell me if you see them misbehave in any way." Flora gave a nod of consent which concealed her inner thrill at the request. "Now I don't want you to come running to me with little stuff. What I want you to tell me are the really important things; like if you see them not walking proud the way a servant should, or if you see one of them pass by some litter on the floor without picking it up, or eating snacks, and so on. We want your brothers to be happy, and they won't be happy if they do things behind our backs that they should not be doing."
As they pulled into the `Service Issues' parking lot, Flora said she would be happy to help her brothers in any way that she could. "Now, sweetie," smiled Mr. Forestman, "this is our little secret. Okay?" When Flora answered, "Of course!" Martin knew he had a little helpmate he could fully trust.
Martin was very pleased with the uniforms Flora had picked out for her brothers, and when they arrived home with all the packages, Martin told his curious wife and three sons that he was not going to show them the uniforms now, but that he wanted to surprise them when their hobbles and rings were removed. Flora, standing next to her father, was smiling broadly.
The following afternoon Bradley was dusting in the family study, a room just off from the main living room, when he heard the printer whirl to life. All of the household computers were connected to the one printer in the family study. Bradley was curious and normally would have pulled the sheets off the printer to see what was being printed.
But he hesitated, because he recalled the time when his father was employing Jason as his trainer. One day Martin, Steven, and Jason walked into the dining room and caught Bradley reading a letter to Barbara from her sister, Karen, that was laying on the dinner table.
When Bradley's father asked him why he was reading his mother's mail, he replied that he was not snooping or anything, but because it was just sitting there he figured it would be okay to read it. Martin told him that he did not believe he was guilty of snooping, but that one thing a social servant cannot be allowed to give in to is `idle curiosity'. His father said a spanking was in order and needed to drive home the lesson, and he had Jason give Bradley a spanking on the spot. The memory of that spanking, how Jason smiled as he unbuttoned Bradley's fatigues and pulled him over his lap, and how his father and his Uncle Steven stood with folded arms watching him get it, still made Bradley blush in shame.
That spanking gave Bradley pause to consider whether or not he should give in to idle curiosity, but it was not enough training incentive to actually bar him from giving in. He did a cautionary check out into the living room, saw no one, and went to the printer and took the three sheets that were in the output tray. He was very surprised at what he saw. They were obviously printouts from the county's Social Services website of photos taken of Jason during processing, and which were provided on the website for prospective buyers. In all of the photos Jason was nude and freshly shaved. One photo was a full-length side view, one was a full-length rear view, and one was a frontal view with Jason's penis fully erected and standing tall, his legs spread wide, and his hands clasped behind his head, revealing his freshly shaved arm pits. Bradley remembered that pose.
Bradley put the printouts back in the tray and resumed dusting. As he dusted his way out into the living room he thought of his cousin Jason. He recalled Jason's declaration of love to him, of Jason's risking himself in order to unlock his infibulation bar and ring. He also thought of Jason as his trainer, and the pain of those days. But reflecting on the photos, what was foremost in Bradley's mind was the hope that Jason was Okay; that he would be able to adjust and find peace in his new life.
A few minutes later, as Bradley was finishing dusting the living room bookshelves, Flora entered the living room. "Hi Bradley, how are you?"
"Hi Flora. I'm Okay, thanks. Dad wants me to put new catcher bowls under the large houseplants. He said you would help me."
"Sure Bradley! I'm just finishing up doing some homework. I'll be with you in just a few minutes." Flora entered the family study. Bradley dusted one more time a shelf he had already dusted, pretending to be unmindful of what Flora was doing. A few seconds later little Flora hurriedly exited the family study with the printouts rolled up like a diploma.
When Flora was out of sight, Bradley went back to the printer in the family room, and pushed the `reprint' button.
When Martin took Alban aside and asked him for his help in keeping an eye out on his brothers, and for him to report to him in private on any of their misdeeds, Alban was not only happy to do so, but told his father that he had already intended to report to him if he ever saw his brothers misbehaving. Martin told Alban that of all his sons, he was the one who had accepted social servitude the most completely and whole-heartedly.
As Martin hugged his youngest son he realized, finally, that the reason his penis was always burgeoning whenever he hugged his sons since they became social servants was because of the outright fatherly pride he took in them. As he hugged Alban and rubbed his back Martin delighted in knowing he had fathered three such wonderful sons, three sons who would now be doing whatever they were told to do for the next five years and eight months. Having an obedient, obeying, son in your arms was a feeling like none other. As Martin held Alban a tear of pride and gratitude came to his eye.
Alban was beginning to accept his role. He was a real social servant now, not an actor merely playing one, like Joshua Florez who plays Binky in the popular `That's My Binky!' television series. Alban was a real social servant getting a real hug of approval from his father.
And Alban considered himself to be better looking than Joshua Florez. The television series had made Joshua Florez one of the most popular television stars of all time, especially with women. Every teen age girl in the country dreamed of having her own little cute-as-a-bug servant like Binky, who would; serve as her best friend and confidante; be someone she could help mold into being a good servant; perform every task he was asked with an eager-to-please smile; and occasionally have to have his pants rolled down in back and be offered loving corrective in the form of a spanking, and afterwards be given a big hug of loving affirmation. If girls and women of all ages had a crush on the popular television idol, then how much more so would they be excited by the presence of Alban, who was not only cuter than Joshua Florez, but who was in fact a `REAL' social servant, not some actor merely playing one! Alban was using Binky as his model. Like Binky, Alban was cute and clever; he could be mischievous; and he was lovable. Everyone would want to own Alban!
As his father hugged him, Alban was basking in the glow of his new persona. He was ready to serve and be cute while doing so, just like Binky! Alban thought of the line, `You better behave yourself, Binky, because I have my eye on you', which had become one of the most popular buzz phrases from the series in the popular culture, and Alban was now wishing someone would use that line on him. Like any social servant, Alban wanted to be so loved that someone would care to watch out for him and guide him 24 hours a day.