Traditional Values
By Randall Austin
PART THIRTY - CONCLUSION
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Seeing their dad for the first time in nearly two months, Martin appeared almost as a stranger to his sons. He was thinner, more poised, and seemed more decisive.
Martin walked over to the boys and hugged them, and could hardly wait to explain the reason for his visit. "Seeing you at last again, I can't begin to tell you how happy I am."
"Boys, because I believe in traditional values, and want to sincerely promote all that the flags of our nation and of our state stand for; and because I believe that the social servant system can benefit the lives of all citizens, both servant and free; and because I have seen the positive results of social servant training in your own lives; and, most of all, because I have never felt so much love for you, I have therefore decided to make a few changes in your terms of social service."
"I had arranged, originally, to have you serve terms of 5 years and 8 months with the Maple Valley Resort and Casino. But I no longer find that adequate, because, simply put, you have turned out, in a way I never expected, to be such superb servants."
Alban started to cry. Martin, not even thinking of his boys' feelings at the moment, continued. "You, my dear sons, were born to serve, and that is a beautiful thing. And that beautiful aspect of your natures needs to be supported and nurtured to the fullest."
Bradley could bear it no longer and started to plead, "No, no Dad!"
Martin smiled, "Yes, Bradley. Yes! It's just so beautiful to see you boys in uniform, obeying, serving, and hopping to commands. I simply can't let it stop!"
Quince, the last to break down in horror, stammered, "But Dad, we love you. We love you! Why are you doing this to us?"
"Because I love you boys more than I ever realized!" Martin was exultant; his sons fairly crushed.
The boys had been told enough times by their dad that he loved them, only to have such declarations be followed with unpleasant consequences. So none of the boys was prepared when Martin, continuing his explanation of their new terms of service, said, "And because I love you so much, and cannot bear to be parted from you, I have therefore decided to remove you from service here at Maple Valley and bring you home to serve."
The boys fell silent. "Sons, a lot has happened. Your mother has separated from me. She actually thought I was intending to sell you for life. When I had you boys at home in training I loved so much the way you were polite and obedient and helpful, that Hal suggested I get a servant for myself. But I could never afford a servant like you, so I decided instead to check out part time slaves, such as serfs, because they are something I can afford."
"But I was having other problems besides the ones with your mother. Society has promoted servitude as a good thing. Maybe it is or can be. But I finally had to confront the issues that made me uncomfortable with your indenturement, and sought counseling from Father Lucarelli. I now believe that a system of just and fair servitude is only possible with enlightened owners and overseers. Unfortunately such people are rare to the system."
"During my financial crisis there were so many people telling me that putting you boys in social service would be the answer. I was told social servitude was a good thing, and that it helped to mold people into upstanding citizens. I heard it so many times, that I gradually believed it. But, finally, when I was told these last weeks, by my advisors, to not have any contact with you boys while you were getting settled into service here, I found it unbearable. I had had enough sleepless nights worrying about you boys. Finally I took Father Lucarelli's advise; to act on my love for you."
"And what my love for you dictates is that I bring you home where your special gifts of service can be used for the good of our entire family. And that means that you should be benefiting as much as anyone else from your service."
"As you may have heard, Jason has been released from servitude, but he can no longer be employed by the State Social Services Agency. Uncle Steven is therefore helping him to start a restaurant, one with a theme that Steven, Jason, and I thought up as we were trying to decide what could be done to help ensure the restaurant's success. It was inspired by Maple Valley's success with rollerboys in flamboyant and revealing costumes. You boys will be working at Jason's restaurant, not on roller skates, but as waiters dressed in fancy costumes. All of your earnings will be yours to keep."
"And at the same time as you work at Jason's restaurant, all three of you will be attending school. In Vermont the cost of education for social servants is `zero' because the state is attempting to promote a well-educated social service population. That means that with almost no tuition, most of your earnings from your jobs at the restaurant can be invested."
"Therefore I have decided, Bradley, that you will remain a social servant until you get your master's degree. Alban, you will remain a servant until you get your bachelor's degree. And Quince, you will remain a servant until you complete a basic course in business administration and receive a trade diploma as a master airplane mechanic, something you have told me you were interested in."
"Since Alban intends to major in finance, he will be in charge of setting up your bank accounts and managing your investments. He will also handle the money I have for you boys in my account reserved for you, and remove it and handle it in any way that he judges, based on his research and consultation with his teachers, that will give the best investment."
The boys were stunned, frozen with their mouths half open, almost unable to express their joy.
"As you may not know, Uncle Steven has also separated from his wife, and he and Jason are living with me now. The three of us will be your overseers, helping to make sure you maintain top grades, do your work at the restaurant, and maintain the house. Also helping to keep an eye on you, as well, will be Jason's dog, Hubert, who is so happy to be reunited with Jason!"
"Your mom and I have become friends once again, but we are going to stay separated. Mom and Flora will be visiting and staying over with us on a regular basis."
"Since I believe so much that your social service training has helped you, Steven, Jason, and I, shall continue to be providing you with ongoing training, monitoring of all of your activities, and corrective measures whenever they are needed. What I like about the social service system most of all is that it allows parents of servants the right to use physical discipline on their children at the age when they need it the most; just as they are passing from their teen and young adult years into their more mature young adult stage. You boys are in the most difficult phase of your lives right now, and I can't tell you how happy I am to have this turbulent time in your lives under my guidance and control."
Any free boy who had never been through servant training would be horrified to find out that their parents expected to control them until they reached their mid-twenties. To Martin's three boys it was the happiest news they had ever received.
But most of all the boys could hardly believe the news that they would all be back at home again as a family, and that they finally had proof that their father, in fact, loved them as much as he had been telling them he did all along.
It is well known that servants whose circumstances are bettered, or whose terms of service are reduced, frequently fall into a mode of behavior that can only be described as fawning. And Bradley, Quince, and Alban were no exceptions. They were so happy to be in a situation that to them was almost ideal, that they were solicitous of their overseers to a fault. Martin, Steven, and Jason, heard more "Yes sirs", "No sirs", and "May I sirs", in a single day than most overseers hear in a week.
The overseers, of course, loved it. Jason, understanding the provenance of such servant courtesies more than most, was thrilled being around such obedient, wanting-to-please, servants. And Martin, who loved having obeying sons about, thought he was in heaven.
If the boys saw what they imagined to be the slightest look of displeasure on the face of their overseers, they took to finding the cause of their displeasure. "Is my uniform buttoned improperly sir?"; "Is my hair messed up, sir?"; "Sir, Do you want me to put more cologne on my scrotum?"; "Did I do something wrong, Dad?"
To the three overseers, it seemed at times that Alban, and to a lesser degree, Bradley, were almost begging for punishment. "Did I displease you, Jason?" "Can I do anything to make it up, Dad?" "I feel so bad for making this mistake, Uncle Steven."
From their first day of indenturement, Quince and Alban had a much easier time accepting social service than Bradley did because they were more trusting. For them it was an easy thing to believe what they were told in training, "Think of it as a period of freedom, where you have no complex cares in the world except to do your task at hand. Everything else will be taken care of for you."
Bradley, more mature, and knowing human nature better than his brothers did, could not relax in service chiefly because he could not bring himself to trust people and their motives. But once the three boys returned home from Maple Valley, their acceptance of social service was complete. Not only could they at last accept and trust what they were told, but also service turned out to be personally rewarding for them.
And social service in the setting of the Forestman family brought about an incredible transformation of not only the servants, but also of their overseers. The bond of trust and love between servant and overseer was nourished by the social servant arrangement, and helped to foster obedient servants and compassionate overseers.
When Martin and Steven came down to breakfast one Saturday morning, the three servants were preparing breakfast for the family as they always did, in the nude. But as they took their seats at the kitchen table they noticed that the three boys were brass balled. "Why did you brass ball `em, Jason?" asked Steven.
Jason, already seated at the table reading a magazine, put the magazine down. "It's something they used on me in training to help me focus on a particular task, and it really worked. I just wanted to see if brass balling the boys would end up with us getting an especially delicious breakfast this morning."
"Good thinking!" complimented Martin.
The three overseers smiled as they watched the three servants gingerly preparing breakfast, careful to keep their legs spread wide apart as they worked, lest the two brass balls suspended at knee level from cords cinched about the base of their cocks, clashed together and hit them in their knees.
Jason gave a big on-the-lips kiss to his dad as he sat down at the breakfast table, and one to his Uncle Martin. Martin gave Jason's chest a love poke as they kissed.
The servants made a joke about something and laughed, and Hubert, reclining on the kitchen floor, sat up and barked. Jason patted Hubert on the head, "Good boy, Hubert! No horseplay, boys, while you're preparing breakfast." All three servants quickly apologized and worked on in silence. The three free men chatted as they watched the servants' bubble butts wiggle about as they finished preparing breakfast.
Once the breakfast was served, Jason removed the brass balls from the boys and invited them to join them. At the first taste of the omelet everyone agreed that the brass balls had an effect. "Let's use the brass balls more often!" suggested Martin. The boys were thrilled, and thanked their overseers for the compliments.
Alban, sitting across from Jason, playfully placed his foot against Jason's crotch. Jason smiled and waggled his finger at Alban in mock warning, as if to say, `That could earn you a spanking'. Alban laughed like the mischievous servant that he was. Quince observed what was going on and, taking a cue, reached his hand to Uncle Steven's crotch and gave it a squeeze. Uncle Steven could only laugh, and leaned over and gave Quince a big kiss, "How you doing today, big fella?"
Quince said that everything was great. Steven rubbed Quince on the head like one would do to a good little boy, then asked Alban, "How's it going, tiger?" "Real good, Uncle Steven. I got an `A' on my math test!" Everyone complimented Alban, and Quince reached over and gave Alban's cheek a love squeeze and made a smoochie-kiss gesture with his lips.
When Quince refilled the orange juice pitcher and went around the table refilling everyone's glasses, Jason gave a gentle tug to his servant dick, "You're doing a great job, honeysuckle." Quince beamed from cheek to cheek as his fat dick stirred.
Steven and Martin smiled at each other, and Steven reached down and rubbed Martin's thigh. As Steven rubbed Martin's thigh, Martin announced that Flora and Timothy would be spending the day with them, and that later in the day a bunch of his new friends from the dance class and club, which he and Steven belonged to, would be coming for drinks. "It should be a fun time. They're nice people."
When everyone was finished eating breakfast, Jason stretched out in his chair, "Oh man, I need a backrub. Quince, you get to do the honors. Go to my room and get my bed ready and prep it for my massage." Martin had a better idea, "Hold on a minute. This is Saturday after all. We have a lot we're going to be doing together today, so I say let the boys prep the house for our guests now, then after our guests have left we can all service each other during our meditation time." Everyone, including Jason, thought it was a great idea. The servants started to clean up the dishes, and as each overseer left the kitchen, they went up to each servant, gave them a kiss, and thanked them for the splendid breakfast. The servants were dick-hard as they washed the breakfast dishes from so many expressions and demonstrations of love.
After the house was cleaned up, the servants bathed, and then got dressed in their sailor boy uniforms. Flora and Timothy arrived shortly after Steven did a uniform inspection of the boys.
Flora and Timothy loved visiting her dad and her brothers. The new Forestman household was aglow with love and happiness, and it was palpable and infectious.
The Forestman males had a pleasant talk with Flora and her Timothy. Flora proudly told her family how Timothy was excelling in all of his studies.
At one point when Martin took out a camera to shoot a few snapshots of Flora and Timothy standing arm in arm, Timothy apologetically told Martin to "Please wait a second", and he proceeded to remove his clothing. To Timothy, accustomed to the Patton's European servant formality, it was the only proper way for a servant to be photographed. When Martin realized what Timothy was doing, he smiled and nodded his assent, and waited for Timothy to undress.
The entire family stood around and watched Martin take photos of the two young lovers. When the shoot was over, Timothy showed no interest in putting his clothes back on. It was as if he wanted to be bare for his girlfriend and her family, to let them know he had no secrets, and had nothing to hide. Martin's servant sons were impressed.
Martin's guests started arriving soon after the photo shoot, and all three Forestman servants, and Timothy, pitched right in, taking their coats, asking them what they would like to drink, and, in general, being super helpful servants.
Eighteen men, from Martin and Steven's dance class and club, ranging in age from 22 to 60, found themselves treated to unexpected first class service.
In the kitchen as the four servants were getting drinks, Quince said that he felt that if Timothy was nude, they should also be. They all agreed, and soon four nude servants entered the living room carrying trays of drinks and food for the guests.
Martin was proud of his sons wanting to be supportive of Timothy by also serving in the European style. The very pleased guests were quite interested in the servants, and soon were asking the servants many questions about social service. "What was it like?" "Was training difficult?" "Did they like being servants?" "Why were they nude?" "How did they feel being naked in front of everyone?"
All four servants were happy to answer questions, pleased to be the center of so much caring attention.
Quince explained, "It always feels good to me being nude in front of free people, because it means I am totally exposed and can have nothing hidden from free folks."
One of the free boys said, "This is cool, man!" Another voice agreed, "Like totally, dude!"
Timothy eagerly added, "It's perfectly okay for free folks to see us social servants in the buff. Just like it's no big deal when folks see naked babies, so it's no big deal if they see us naked."
One of the free boys said, "I'm almost envious of the way servants don't go around trying to hide their weenies, trying to pretend they got some big secret in their pants, the way we free guys do."
Alban elaborated, "Like what is so totally weird to me is that when I'm naked in front of free people, when I normally should be feeling all vulnerable and stuff, that is when I find myself feeling the most protected. It's like totally weird and totally cool at the same time."
Quince readily agreed, and added, "The reason it feels good being exposed to free people is because you are placing yourself in their trust by being nude, and they in return want to help make sure that you have no false pride, or any secrets that could hamper you from effective service. By being bare in front of free people we are openly admitting that we want to be observed, monitored, and guided every step of the way. I certainly appreciate all the help I can get in being kept on track. When I was first indentured I was envious of free boys. But now I am glad I am who I am, and that there are free boys out there willing to guide, monitor, and lead me. Free people are great the way they want to help guide us servants."
One of the guests asked how the servants get to the point of such acceptance of servitude as the four servants demonstrated. Bradley answered, "Once I was finally surrounded by truly caring overseers, I realized that not following an order was the same as outright abuse of a free person. I changed my ways the moment I realized that when I failed to obey or I balked, I was out rightly abusing my dad, Uncle Steven, and Jason."
Bradley continued, "I mean, hey, we're all in this together. We've all got a stake in this. I'm not going through anything that any other social servant isn't going through. I was able to get over any resentment when I truly came to realize that the system is fair. If I have to get punished it's only because someone cares about me. If we servants try to be all that we can be and let free people help us in this endeavor, then life is truly beautiful. In training we were always told that we were the special people. But now I'm at the point that when I behave, I actually feel special!"
The guests were impressed. Quince was stoked, and prouder than ever that he was a social servant, "In front of all of you I just want to say `thank you' to you, Dad, Uncle Steven, Jason, and to you too, Flora, for helping me to become such a hard working and proud servant." Quince felt wonderful having the eyes of the entire room on him, admiring him.
Martin shook his head to fend off tears, and all of the guests burst into spontaneous applause at Quince's expression of gratitude.
Barbara entered the house as the applause was dying down, and was soon being greeted by all of the nice male guests. She had seen her sons nude since they were back living at home, but seeing them nude, along with Timothy, in front of so many people, and appearing so happy, put her at ease. It also confirmed for her what Martin had assured her; social service can be a good thing and have a positive effect on young males if it is just and fair, and in a loving environment.
Barbara explained that she came to pick up Flora and Timothy, but Flora and Timothy were having such a good time that Flora asked her mom if they could stay a bit. Barbara was happy to oblige, since she too was having a good time.
Flora loved that at last she could see her brothers and her boyfriend as they should be seen. Her worn printouts of her brothers in the nude from the Social Service's website couldn't compare with the real thing.
At one point Barbara, the ever gracious and alert hostess, noted that the snacks were running low, so she announced that she would go and get something tasty. When she came back several minutes later carrying a platter full of sliced vegetables and a pitcher of carrot juice, the Forestman boys were incredulous.
Alban asked, "Mom what kind of snack is this?" Quince wondered too, "Yeah Mom, where are the cookies and milk?"
Barbara smiled, "I just realized, in the same way that Martin has, that I love my family way too much to serve them cookies and milk any longer. It just isn't healthy. I'm not letting my family be subjected to anything that is less than one hundred percent beneficial to them!"
The three unabashed naked servant sons went up to their mother and hugged her affectionately. Bradley announced, "You're the greatest, Mom!" As Martin shook his head in pride, a tear fell from his eye. Quince noticed the tear, and went and hugged him, "Thanks Dad, for being you!" Little Flora gushed, "I got the best brothers in the whole wide world." Alban went up to Flora, hugged her, and said, "And Bradley, Quince, and I have got the greatest little sister in the whole wide world." The assembled guests "ohhed" and "ahhhed" as the happy Forestman family laughed and reached for snacks from the vegetable platter.
When the guests had all left, Martin grabbed Alban by his prick, Jason grabbed Bradley's rod, and Steven grabbed Quince's, and led the servants into the recreation room.
Quince put on some rhythmic exercise music as the overseers undressed. Once everyone was nude the family started doing a series of quite strenuous exercises to the music. When the full set of exercises had been completed almost 25 minutes later, and all six males were heavily sweating, they sprawled out on the floor to regain their strength.
After catching his breath, Jason rolled over and embraced Bradley, and gave him a kiss. Bradley sang in his ear the tune he had made up to the poem Jason had sent him, "I many times thought peace had come, when peace was far away." He stopped singing, and said, "Jason, you risked your freedom to unlock my infibulation bar and ring. I will never get over it!" The boys kissed and their tongues entered each other's mouth.
Martin and Steven stood up and embraced. Eventually Martin spun Steven around and jammed his cock into his butt crack. With Martin embracing Steven from the rear, Steven reached over and pulled Quince over to stand in front of him with his back towards him. Steven pulled Quince tightly towards him as Martin's prick was entering Steven's hole.
Bradley and Jason saw that the family love circle was starting to form, so Jason went in back of Martin and snaked his dick into Martin's ass cheeks as he kissed the back of his uncle's neck. Bradley came up to the rear of Jason and started rutting on his butt. When he was nice and hard he started working his prick up into his lover's hole.
As Bradley's dick made its way into Jason's hole, little Alban came up behind his much loved oldest brother and ran his hands over his muscled back. He slowly got his slender dick super hard and entered Bradley's hole as Bradley squirmed in sheer delight. Quince guided the group into a full circle and wrapped his arms around his little brother and slowly eased his dick, the largest of the Forestman clan, up into little Alban's eager and happy hole.
The entire mound of Forestman male flesh was aglow with moans of delight as they humped to the music. The happiest family in all of Vermont came together as one, bonded by familial love in its highest and holiest expression. The ecstasy the Forestman family experienced on an almost daily basis was rewarded them by the very heavens themselves for their courageous act of taking the traditional values of tyrants, and replacing them with the original and truest value, love.
All three sons eventually ended up being released from indenturement and returned to freedom within weeks of each other.
Thanks to the ever watchful and caring oversight of Jason, Steven, and Martin; Bradley and Alban both received their respective degrees with honors attached. And Quince, because of his father's foresight and insistence that he get an administrative certificate along with his airplane mechanics license, is now, at his young age, the head of airplane maintenance for a major airline in the area.
Jason and Bradley share an apartment in the University district, where Bradley has begun teaching, and where Jason continues to run his hugely successful restaurant.
When Alban was freed after his graduation, he asked his dad if he could board at home while he obtained his master's degree. His father said, "Why of course you can, Alban." Alban was tongue tied as he tried to explain his intentions; "But Dad, I mean... what I'm trying to say... Dad; I was wondering if you and Uncle Steven could continue to offer me, like, guidance? You know, in the way you have been."
His father was overjoyed at the request and assured Alban that he and his brother would be happy to continue offering guidance, support, and correction. It has been a successful arrangement. Alban is once again heading towards a degree with honors, and when he is an especially good boy he is allowed to join Martin and Steven in their bed at night. Thanks to the work Barbara and her sister, Karen, did on socializing with the Patton's, they slowly were able to convince them that freeing Timothy would be the right thing to do. Timothy and Flora got married in secret soon after he was freed, and they are now undergraduate students at the University. The fears of Flora's parents and the Patton's that the marriage would fail because of youth have happily proven to be unfounded.
Timothy, majoring in physics, and Flora, majoring in sociology, are mature for their age and deeply devoted to each other. Martin and Barbara, very supportive of the young couple, cannot put their finger on what makes their marriage so successful and unique. Flora has seen no need to reveal to her parents that Timothy does all of the housework in the nude!
The Forestman males have started a practice of gathering several times a year for a reunion at Martin's mountain cabin. There the boys happily submit to their former overseers for continued examination, encouragement, and testing. The boys always come away from their family reunions replenished, refreshed, and aglow with a fervor to be the best they can be.
The entire Forestman family has been freed from a life of bondage to `traditional values' by, ironically, trying to adhere to those very traditional values. The family has been so divinely rewarded because Martin sought to examine his conscience. When he felt an uneasy stirring over something which society told him to ignore, he did not.
For Martin's examined conscience not only has the Forestman family been blest, but so too are blessed all those who witness and see. The good the family accomplished in breaking the chains of the insensate and damning thing called `traditional values' filled their days with wonder and joy. And the greater good they accomplished in opening wider the landscape of love resounds triumphantly still, and is imperishable.
THE END