Traditional Values
By Randall Austin
PART TWENTY-SEVEN
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It didn't seem to bother anyone except Bradley that once Martin returned home from his Miami trip he seemed preoccupied most of the time. And what surprised and bothered Bradley most of all was his father's nonchalant conveyance of the news that his term of service had been extended by the state.
"Bradley, Hal told me that you assaulted him, and he explained in detail what happened. When he asked me if I wanted him to file formal charges with the State, I told him to go ahead. The reason I did that son is because I want you to see how easy it is for you to get into trouble if you are not mindful of your behavior. I know that Hal told you that the penalty for assault on a licensed overseer was 8 months. Unfortunately, son, Hal is not a lawyer and he wasn't quite up to speed on the law. The lawyers at Social Services interpreted your acts quite differently from the way Hal did. The following extensions have been added by the state to your term of service; when you grabbed Hal with both hands and roughly pulled him towards you, that is classified as assault on a licensed overseer and that carries a penalty of 4 years. Then, because after Hal pulled away from you, you grabbed him again and pulled his head towards yours, brought your lips to his, and forced your tongue into his mouth, that is classified as a new assault, attempted rape of a licensed overseer, and that carries a penalty of 3 years and four months. Son, your full term of social service is now 13 years."
Bradley, expressionless, stared at the floor.
"But don't you worry about that, honey, because I am, in a sense, your leaser, and I can break the lease anytime I want on a prorated basis. Since your infractions are social servant realm, and are not civil offenses, your incurred penalties are not binding on you should I decide to free you earlier. I am going to, of course, take you and your brothers out of social service in 5 years and 8 months exactly as we have planned. But I am not at all unhappy that I had Hal write up a formal statement on your behavior for the State, because I want you to be aware, for your own good, how easily bad behavior could get you into some very serious trouble."
Bradley did not know whether he should be upset or relieved over what his father had just told him. Martin indicated for Bradley to sit next to him on the couch, and when he did, Martin put an arm around him. "I love you, little guy, and I just want you to be careful." Martin kissed Bradley on the cheek and smiled at him as he rubbed his back, "Would you feel better if I gave you a spanking son?"
"Dad?"
"Well, I know you must be upset with what you did, and perhaps you're feeling bad for letting me down, and maybe you feel a spanking might be deserved and would let me know that you want to be a good servant."
"Dad, Hal spanked, tawsed, and whipped me; then he tied me in a punishment chair, fitted me with pain devices, and had me sit there in the dark for four hours. Now you tell me my term of service has been more than doubled, but not to worry about it because it's just a warning. I think I have been punished more than enough." In frustration Bradley shook his head and started to cry. Martin hugged him tightly with both arms, "Son, I wasn't saying you deserved more punishment. I just wanted to know if you would feel better if I did punish you. There is no reason to be upset. Some servants, when they really mess up, like to be punished by the people they care about as a way of letting them know they are sorry for what they did. It helps them to feel better about themselves."
"If you are feeling frustrated right now, that's all right, son. Just go ahead and cry if it makes you feel better. That's what servants do when they know they have been naughty and can admit their guilt; they cry. You're my little crying servant son, just like all the other servant boys all around this county who have slipped and messed up. I want you to be comforted in knowing that I or your new overseers will be watching you and taking care of you for the next several years, doing everything we can to help you stay on a path of good behavior. You servants are such special people! That's why we give you so much special attention; we just want to help mold you, every chance we get, into being all you can be!"
The Obeyer's Ball, coming as it did just two days before Martin Forestman's sons were to be delivered to their place of service, surprised all of the Forestman's by ending up being a good time for everyone. It was a surprise because everyone in the Forestman household was on edge as the boys' day of delivery to Maple Valley Resort and Casino drew near.
The ball's effect was positively salutary on all three Forestman servants because they saw that servants really were human and really could have good times.
Jim and Irma Patton hung out most of the evening with Barbara and Martin Forestman, only occasionally mingling with other servant owners. And Barbara and Martin were able to put away their problems and animosity in such a good fashion that the Patton's received no hint whatsoever that they were having problems. The Patton's little servant, Timothy Witherspoon, spent the entire evening with Flora, who had the most wonderful time of her life. At one point Flora and Timothy found a secluded spot in the garden of the mansion where the Ball was held, and kissed each other long and tenderly. Flora let Timothy feel up her breasts through her blouse, and Timothy was happy to have Flora feel him up through his trousers; so much so that he spurted in them. Flora fell in love that evening with Timothy.
When Flora and Timothy reentered the ballroom, Irma noticed the stain in Timothy's new uniform and asked him to go with her into the lady's room. Flora had to use the lady's room as well, so she went with them.
As women of all ages, free and servant, entered and exited the lady's room, Irma had Timothy stand on a low changing table, unbuttoned his crotch flop, took some baby wipes from her shoulder bag, and proceeded to wash Timothy's penis and clean up the mess inside his trousers. Flora standing at Irma's side, watching Timothy get his private parts cleaned up, loved not only the close up view, but most of all loved the way Timothy just stood there and let his owner clean him up without showing a hint of concern about being in view of all the foot traffic. Timothy was exactly the kind of husband Flora dreamed of having, docile and obedient. As she buttoned Timothy up, Irma smiled at Flora, "I think Timothy likes you!"
What Martin found most fascinating was listening to the servants talk to each other. It was especially interesting to him how servants, who have to be obedient, manage to talk about obedience as if it was a totally cool thing. He listened to a group of servants Alban had gathered with, all about Alban's age, chatting. One spike haired servant said, "My owner, Mrs. Chalmers, has another servant, Franz, and she did not let him come tonight because he's such a total laze-ass! She tells him to do stuff, and he's always acting like What's this shit man? Why you ordering me around?'" All of the servants, including Alban laughed, and a tall skinny servant in a baseball type servant uniform added, "Yeah, I know how it is. I serve with this kid who thinks he's gonna be some servant type rock star. Anyway, he's fuckin lazy and I end up doin' all of his work. Anyway, he's always having to get it on the ass. Then when we're alone in our room at night, he's like all, Mr. Clark has it in for me'."
As the servants laughed and shared similar stories about disobedient co-servants, Martin found an entirely new appreciation for servants who got into being servants. And he was surprised, delighted, and amused, when Alban spoke up, "Like I got this older brother who was always sulking, and thinking that he was better than me and my brother, Quince. But when my dad and his trainer finally laid into him with the flogger you should have seen him get with the program!"
A blond, buff, servant with a radiant smile, punctuated, "Balkers are just so totally uncool!"
Andrew Rickers telephoned Martin on the morning of the day his sons were to be picked up and delivered to Maple Valley Resort and Casino. "Your boys are being picked up around 10 AM this morning by a firm making a delivery for us from New York, `Corps Delivery'. They always do a good job for us."
Barbara and Flora joined Martin and the boys at home, had breakfast with them, and intended to stay until the boys were picked up. Barbara wanted to keep up appearances that things were just the way they always had been for the boys' sendoff. And the family did indeed manage to have an enjoyable breakfast.
The boys were showered and dressed in their cleaned uniforms. Martin wanted the boys to be wearing their caps as well so they would look like proper servants for the delivery team. Shortly after 10 AM the doorbell rang. As Martin went to open the door he noticed through the window a rather large truck parked out in front with the Corps Delivery logo. When he opened the door he was surprised by the pickup team he saw standing on his porch. But he showed no surprise that was visible to the pick up team as he read their requisition orders and checked their id's.
Barbara and Flora eagerly joined the apprehensive Forestman boys as they stood about the living room waiting. When the delivery team entered the living room escorted by Martin, Barbara's social skill enabled her to channel her surprise into an over wide and slightly rigid smile. Flora's surprise was also mingled with delight.
Four young men, ranging in age from 18 to 27, two Latinos and two blacks, looked about and smiled at Flora and Barbara. What surprised the Forestman's was their dress and appearance; street gang chic. The young Latino and Black wore sagging jeans and walked like adolescents trying to be hip. The 25 and 27-year old handlers wore Levis and jerseys. The older Black wore a headband, and the older thin-lipped Latino had hair that was heavily slicked back. All four members of the pickup team had rings on both fingers and plenty of jewelry dangling about their necks and arms. The only thing that marked them as handlers were id's hanging from neckbands, and a sparsely equipped service belt about the waists of the two senior handlers.
The young Latino, the last one to enter the living room, pushed a large and very strange looking dolly. It was a flatbed on wheels, with side bar railings. Six rods arranged in a row were imbedded in the flatbed, and affixed to the top of each one was a seat that resembled a rather large bicycle seat. Each seat had jutting up from its center a rubber 4-inch tapered rod. A sticker on one of the sidebars proclaimed the dolly as `Property of Maple Valley Resort and Casino Personnel Department'.
As the two eldest handlers, Leroy and Paco, showed Martin the forms he needed to sign, the young black sagged and smiled at Flora, "Whaz up chicky?" Flora smiled. The young Latino joined him, "U is shy, aintcha?"
Flora, flattered, laughed. Barbara felt a need to step in. "Would you boys like some cookies and milk?" All four handlers responded in the affirmative. "Flora, come along with me and help me in the kitchen!"
The women exited as the final papers were signed by Martin and the agents for Maple Valley. Once signed, the handlers immediately stepped in and showed their mettle. Leroy took a satchel from the flatbed, and selected from it a pile of cords, chains, belts, and cuffs, as the young Latino told the boys, in something of a shout, to get bare. When the boys hesitated, Paco grabbed Bradley by his shoulders and shoved him against the railing of the dolly, asking him if he could hear. The boys started removing their sandals and unbuttoning their clothes in a hurry.
The young black took a large plastic bottle with an attached nozzled injector and took Alban, who was the first boy to be fully stripped, and put the nozzle up his asshole and gave the trigger a squeeze, "Just lubin' ya up!" The young Latino led Alban up onto the dolly as the handler with the injector next injected Quince up the behind and told him to join his brother on the dolly. Bradley was cowering as he was approached with the injector. The young black hissed, "Show me that white ass of yours, now!" Bradley turned and offered his ass, but it did not stop Paco from picking up a tawse and giving Bradley a swipe across the shoulders, "Do as you're told, Mr. pretty ass!" The young black grabbed the shivering Bradley's cock for leverage, inserted the nozzle up his asshole, squeezed the handle, and explained, "Sliming up your hole will make the trip to Maple Valley a lot easier!" He pulled out the nozzle, shoved Bradley back again towards the dolly, and told him to "hop on board and take a seat!"
The boys were ordered to each straddle a seat and guide the seat rod up their assholes as they eased themselves down on the seat. Once the boys were seated, all but Leroy joined them on the dolly and started strapping and chaining the boys down to their seats. Ball gags were placed into their mouths and secured. Leroy leaned against the dolly and watched the boys get secured, "Make sure there's no slack in those cords!" Indicating Quince, Leroy commanded, "Pinch his tits. Let's see if the gag is working!" The young Latino pinched both tits, and Quince's cries were muffled, as the Black approved, "Good. The gag is in nice n' tight."
The three seated and tightly secured naked servants sprouted erections from the pressure in their canals being seated and the stimulus of the rod against their prostates. Leroy complimented Martin, "Yur boys are nicely dicked", as the young Latino grabbed Alban's prick as if to verify the comment, felt up its length, pulled it forward, and let it snap back.
Alban, suffering from an identity crisis as he struggled to place what was going on into the "That's My Binky" context, started to cry.
Martin's inner turmoil was suppressed as Barbara returned with a large tray of cookies and milk. The handlers were excited to see the snacks. "Oh yummy!" exclaimed the young Latino. All four handlers approached Barbara holding the cookie platter, and Flora holding a milk pitcher in one hand and tray of glasses in the other. Barbara, shocked at the scene of her seated, secured, naked, and erected, sons sitting on the very odd dolly, tried to collect herself. Flora stared in awe at her brothers. Neither Martin nor Barbara could react to the scene as the comments of the cookie eating pickup team took up their attention. "Damn these are some good cookies. Did you bake them yourself?" "Hot mamma! Fuckin-A!" "Damn, youze kin come and bake for me anytime." "Sure wouldn't mind getting into yur oven!" "No wonder yur boyz got such fat asses!"
The four handlers, seeming without a care in the world, laughed, chatted, and enjoyed their cookies and milk. As he nibbled the last bits of his second cookie, the young black quietly sang some rap, and gently rocked the dolly back and forth as he swayed and lost himself to his own music. The three ass-rodded, bicycle-seated servants, teary-eyed and erected, swayed along with him as their transport dolly rocked back and forth.
The unworldly and very unexpected scene playing itself out in Martin's living room made Martin nauseous. He wanted to shout, "Just get the hell out of here!" to the pickup team, but not only did he not want to anger the handlers who now had total control of his sons, but it was not at all what he was feeling with regard to his sons. In fact, the thought that his sons were finally being taken away from him made Martin, on top of his nausea, almost dizzy with sorrow.
The pickup team placed their glasses back on Flora's tray, who was still holding it and standing in the same place, frozen, as when she first entered the room.
The young black swung the dolly around, the other handlers gathered around the dolly to help steady it, and as they started pushing the boyed dolly out of the house, Paco shouted, "Okay folks, we're outta here!" The young Latino ran over and gave Flora his card, "Yu call me now! I kin give you a real sweet time."
As the dolly holding the three former upper middle class white boys made its way to the pickup van, Martin followed. The young black and Latino had to pull their sagging trousers up a couple of times as they made their way to the van. Leroy lowered a lift at the back of the van, the dolly was rolled onto it, the four handlers stepped onto the lift, and slowly the lift raised them to the cargo level. Leroy unlocked and opened the large metal door, and inside, secured to one of the side walls, was a similar transport dolly holding four large-assed young men, similarly naked, strapped, and ball-gagged. They faced the front of the van, so Martin could not make out their faces. The dolly holding the Forestman boys was wheeled to the opposite wall and chained to the wall and floor to prevent it from rolling about during transport. As the handlers stepped back onto the lift, and Leroy was closing the door, Paco shouted at the servants, "If anyone of you spits or pisses on the floor during transport, all seven of you will get your big asses reddened for as long as it takes you to lick the floor clean!"
As Martin stood watching the door be pulled shut, he felt totally ineffectual. And as he shouted into the van to his sons, "Okay then, I love you", his voice broke. He heard one of his sons sob as the door was slammed and locked. Martin nodded at the handlers, hurried back into the house, and rushed upstairs to his bedroom.
In his bedroom, Martin sat on the bed wanting to cry, but unable to. Barbara quietly opened the door and looked on her husband for a moment, feeling very little sympathy for the obviously suffering Martin. When she finally spoke, it was with calm, "I'm leaving now. I'm taking Flora to visit Timothy Witherspoon."
She turned to leave, but her inner fury thought better of it, and she spoke again, still calmly, "By the way, I got a call from Steiner, Ross, and Shields." She paused to see if there was a reaction from Martin. She continued, "They said they were specialists in `speculative financial analysis'. They were doing some credit research."
Barbara was somewhat surprised that there was no reaction from Martin, but she continued, "They told me you were looking into Florida's `Serf Estate Program'.
Martin was shocked, and started, "Barbara, the Serf Estate Program is a...", but Barbara interrupted him. "I know what the program is. Karen told me all about it. Serfs in Florida are slaves for 10 hours of each day, and freemen for 14 hours. It is a program a lot people choose when they find themselves at middle age constantly ending up in dead-end jobs. It's also the option used by parents who want to make some money off of their kids by selling them as slaves for life, but whose consciences prevent them from selling them into full-time slavery."
Martin tried to explain, "Barbara, I simply went to Florida to check the program out because..."
Again Barbara calmly interrupted Martin, "Martin, I left you because I was shocked, confused, and hurt, and needed time to think. But now there is an entirely new reason I am leaving you; utter contempt!"