Traditional Values

Traditional Values

By Randall Austin

PART NINE

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As Bradley and Jason came back outdoors after their shower, the eyes of the entire family were on them. Jason stopped Bradley just outside the front door and said, quietly. "How does it feel, Bradley, having my spunk up your ass? I don't know about you, but it makes me feel kind of special, like we're connected in a unique way." Bradley was even more humiliated by such talk than he was from the fucking itself. And it appeared to Bradley that Jason had no qualms about what he did. Jason kept smiling at Bradley as if he were his special `girlfriend'. Bradley turned red from embarrassment. Jason loved it. "Hey, Blossom, you're even cuter when you blush!" Bradley felt every shred of pride he ever had slip away as Jason smiled at him and looked him over. Jason touched him on the arm, and the two of them made their way back to the cluster of lawn chairs where everyone, except Alban, was seated. Everyone admired how handsome the two lads were after their shower, looking refreshed with their hair glistening. Bradley was wrapped with a small white towel about his waist. "Two such handsome lads!" Barbara smiled.

Jason continued walking out to his car to pick up some supplies, as Bradley took a seat on one of the lawn chairs. "How is everything, son?" Asked Martin. Bradley did not respond. Up in his room, Alban was moving in great haste to wipe up the cum from his chest and the bedspread. The thought of his sexy cousin fucking his hot brother made him cum with a violence he had never before experienced. He was still breathless several minutes after having shot his load. But even after having cum two times already that day, he still didn't want to miss one second of the training action about to take place out in the back yard.

Eventually Alban got back to the lawn party at the same time as Jason did, who was placing the supplies he got from his car on the picnic table. Jason told Alban to check out Bradley's hair. "Notice, Bradley dressed his hair just the way you ordered. So I did the same thing to my hair!" Alban told them they both looked great. Jason wanted to boast of the progress he had made. "Bradley reached for the hair crème without even having to be told by me. He remembered to obey Alban's order. I think we are making progress here, and I think you are all going to be pleased with the new Bradley!"

Martin shook his head in admiration. "Oh Bradley, I'm so proud of you."

As Jason handed out small sized tawses to everyone, he explained. "Training a social servant to quickstep in full service mode is a round-robin event where everyone gets a chance to participate in encouraging and helping a servant learn to behave. Hubert will not be participating in this round, so it's up to all of us to keep Bradley quickstepping. What we're basically going to be doing is keeping Bradley moving and obeying at top speed."

When he handed a tawse to Barbara she knew it was time to leave. "Good heavens, I have so much housework to do. I'd better leave this to you men. Come along, Flora, I need your help." Flora wanted very much to stay and see what was going to be done to Bradley, and insisted that she be allowed to stay. But she was once again overruled by her father.

When Barbara and Flora were out of sight, Jason explained how training was done at the Addison County Training Center. "Out at Addison County we trainers frequently get rod-naked, except for our boots and whip, when we're training boys one-on-one."

Everyone was curious, but Alban posed the question. "Why is that?" "It gives us a greater flexibility in our movement; allows for a full range of body language; keeps us more closely connected with the servant we're working on; emphasizes the physicality of training and discipline; facilitates sexual training; and since social servants' thoughts and opinions are not admitted into the public discourse, it reinforces for owners, trainers, and overseers the fact that they never need to be concerned in the least with what a servant may think of them."

Casually Jason added. "I think it would be totally cool if we all got naked for this. Then Bradley wouldn't have to feel like he was the only one so exposed, and he wouldn't feel so `different'."

Martin was quick to respond. "No, I think we had better not. I realize there is a unique culture around social servants, and maybe Bradley can experience some of that if his owner decides to send him for some specialized training. But my choice to have Bradley do preliminary training at home is based on the fact that he's a smart kid, and I don't want to traumatize him with anything too out of the ordinary, especially this early on in his servitude."

Quince asked what `sexual training' was, and Martin again responded quickly to prevent Jason from answering. "We really don't have time to discuss things like that, it isn't relevant, and we're all gathered here, hopefully, to just have a good time and help Bradley ease into his new role in a game like setting."

Jason acknowledged Martin's wishes and held up a tawse. "Okay everyone, I need to know if all of you want to participate in this round robin event." Everyone shook their head "yes", as if indicating they were interested in learning some new party game. "State guidelines suggest that anyone who will be assisting in controlling a social servant with the flexi-tawse, take a swat on a clothed body part, and one on the exposed buttocks." Everyone was apprehensive, yet showed amused smiles. Jason explained. "The flexi-tawse is a state-of-the-art tawse developed by the California prison system. It can be used on any part of the body except the head and genitals. What makes it unique is that it's bounce or flex quality creates an intense sting, yet it is actually quite difficult, because of that bounce, to abrade flesh, and therefore unlikely to cause any internal damage. It is basically one of the most humane instruments of servant control available. But because it stings like hell anyone who gets to use it on a servant really should be aware of how intense a single blow can be, so one can gauge one's use of it so as to wield it in a judicious fashion. Thus the state guidelines on the matter."

Everyone agreed that that made very good sense. Jason asked everyone if they were ready, and then he went down the line swatting the men on the arm if they were wearing long sleeved shirts, or on the upper leg if they were wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Everyone yelped when he hit them, and then everyone would smile and tell each other that they took it like a `proud social servant'. The atmosphere as the men took their clothed swats was almost party-like.

There was initial shyness about the buttocks part, but Quince took the lead by unbelting and unzipping, and simply rolling his pants down in the rear. Jason came up to him, took a wide swing of the tawse, and Quince screamed. Everyone was shocked at first. Quince grabbed his buttocks with both hands and shouted "jeezuzchris", and then chuckled, and so did everyone else, as he continued rubbing his buttocks. Steven and Martin took their blow like the adults they were, though Martin let out an uncharacteristic "holy crap!"

Little Alban was shy at first, and Jason secretly looked forward to giving him a really severe blow. When he got his blow he screamed the high pitch scream that little boys do. His after-swat smiles and laughter took a longer time to come, because his blow was severe, and because he was now faced with a major problem; the swat had caused his buttocks to be so flushed that his little prick was now standing up hard, and he was too embarrassed to stand up straight from the leaned over position he was in to take the swat. He rolled his trousers back up with his rear facing the crowd, and was ashamed to turn around. Jason, in the business long enough to know what was going on, offered the comfort that he also knew would humiliate the shit out of little Alban. "Hey, Alban, don't be ashamed. You got a boner. It happens all the time. It's from all the blood rushing to your buttocks. It doesn't mean you're a sex pervert." Everyone laughed, even as everyone noticed the tenting in Alban's pants. Alban's face was as red as his butt. Perhaps the joke was on everyone else though, because even though Alban was looking forward to this training session, he had been afraid that he might get a hardon and have to hide it or make some excuse to leave. He was now cleared of any suggestion that he might be taking a perverse pleasure in the training of Bradley.

When Jason ordered Bradley to lose the towel about his waist, pulled him into the middle of the yard, and then told everyone to gather in a circle around Bradley, the tingling in little Alban's penis was more piquant and intense than he had ever before experienced. Alban now knew that he was, in fact, a sex pervert, and was relishing it.

Jason laid out the game plan. "Here's the deal, everyone. We take turns giving a command to Bradley, and it is the job of all of us to encourage Bradley to accomplish the task as quickly as possible. We do that by a variety of means; compliments, verbal reprimands, threats, or strokes of the tawse. I think you will all find it interesting to see how this exercise will expose you as to what kind of overseer you would make. The important thing is to keep Bradley moving at all times at top speed. But remember, this is something we want to keep light, since it is basically a yard game. It is one of the recommended training procedures for use on social servants who are family members, because it can be a lot of fun, and yet it still can teach a servant valuable lessons in obedience."

"Now I will give the first command, and I want all of you to improvise commands along the same lines when it's your turn. It's a real fun yard exercise, and I think you'll all agree." Steven thought to himself that the whole thing sounded like it would be pretty boring. Martin was thinking the same thing as Steven, even that it seemed rather silly.

Jason walked over to where there was a twig in the grass, picked it up, and threw it to a far corner of the yard, then ordered. "Okay Bradley, I want you to scramble over there as fast as you can, pick it up, bring it back here and give it to Alban. As you hand it to Alban, say, `This is for you, my grooming master and brother dear'."

A momentary flicker of anger crossed Bradley's face, but then his face appeared as if he thought. "What the heck!" Then he walked, not too quickly, with his legs spread wide because of the hobbles, and picked up the stick. Jason shouted out. "Oh come on, Bradley! You have to move faster than that." Everyone laughed. Jason told everyone they all had to pitch in and encourage Bradley to speed it up so he wouldn't have to tawse him. Everyone shouted out something. "Be a good boy and move it so Jason doesn't have to spank you!" "Faster now! Atta boy!" Bradley speeded up his pace on the way back, and handed the stick to Alban, and said. "This is for you, my new master and brother dear."

Jason was behind Bradley in an instant and gave him a smack on his ass with his hand. Bradley shouted, "Owwww", and rubbed his butt. "Learn to remember what you're told to say. I said grooming master', not new master'."

Steven was next and told Bradley to get down on his haunches, put his hands in back of his head, and start duckwalking in a circle. As Bradley stooped down and started duckwalking, everyone was beginning to see that this game could be fun. Jason gave out some more game strategy. "Remember guys! This is a training session, for gosh sakes, so don't be afraid to get verbal or physical! Do you want Bradley to go on the showroom floor with the same kind of enthusiasm he's showing now, as he duckwalks at his own leisurely pace? The idea is to get Bradley moving at the kind of speed a social servant is supposed to move. And don't be afraid to use your tawses; that's what they're for!"

Jason's cheerleading brought smiles to the faces of the overseers, and Bradley, aware of what was really behind everyone's smiles, picked up his duck walking pace. Steven shouted out "Faster!", and, to everyone's surprise, Bradley started waddling even faster. This brought more smiles from everyone as they saw that they really could make Bradley take orders. Steven shouted out, "Faster still!", and Bradley did it.

Jason had good advice. "Remember everyone; you need to reinforce good behavior with positive feedback to the servant. Social servants thrive on compliments and plenty of pats on the head. Training a social servant is very much like training a dog. They both love compliments, and compliments really do help to keep a servant performing at peak output!"

Steven took Jason's advice and shouted out. "Good boy, Bradley. Nice! Keep moving!" Alban's prick remained at full hilt and was starting to ooze. Everyone threw out words of encouragement. "Way to go, Brad!" "That's our boy!" "You're duckwalking like a pro!"

Duckwalking with training paddles on was awkward, and the paddles hit each other at one point, and Bradley fell to the side, having to catch himself with his hand on the ground to prevent him from falling completely over. Quince joked. "What a clutz!" Then Steven shouted. "Okay, you can stop now. But you're doing better, Brad! Good work!"

Bradley got up, humiliated at being treated like a dog. The overseers were fully interested now, and next up it was Martin's turn to give his son an order. "Bradley, those two yard waste bins at the end of the yard need to be taken to the garage, so do that now." Jason added. "And as quickly as possible!"

As Bradley walked back to get the bins, Jason shouted, "If you don't pick up your speed I'm giving your ass a tawsing when you get back here!" Alban and Quince smiled as they watched Bradley walk as fast as he could with his training paddles. As Bradley tried to move the bins he realized that they were full of waste, and quite heavy. Martin encouraged him. "Come on son, they're not too heavy for you. You have to go a little faster."

Quince encouraged. "You can do it bro! Your `da bomb'!" Alban was too sexually mesmerized to participate in any way other than by watching the action.

As Bradley carried the first bin to the garage he looked, at one moment, like he might cry, and then at another moment he looked like he was angry. When he deposited the first bin Steven shouted out. "If you don't move the second bin with greater speed than the first, Jason won't be the only one tawsing your ass when you get back here!"

Jason encouraged the free men. "Way to go, Dad! That's the way all of you need to encourage a worker servant. That is exactly the tone you need to use."

Bradley moved the second bin with greater speed and thus avoided a tawsing from Jason and Steven. When Bradley made his way back to the center of the circle of free men, Quince gave out his order with surprising authority. "Bradley, I want you to run in place, right here." Running in place while wearing training paddles can only be accomplished by keeping the legs spread wide and lifting the knees quite high with each step. The free men watched in silence as Bradley started jogging in place. Steven encouraged. "Good. He obeyed immediately. He's trotting like a little pony!"

Quince told him to swing his arms broadly with each step. Bradley didn't at first and Quince swatted his ass. Bradley screamed and started swinging his arms as he did his embarrassing jog. But Quince was able to offer compliments for good behavior just as well as the adults could. "That's the way. You are looking good! Now let's speed that pace up just a bit!" Bradley did as ordered, and everyone said. "Good boy!"

Quince was having fun. "Now with each step I want you to keep swinging your arms, but also raise your head up, then down, with each step." Bradley tried somewhat awkwardly. Steven encouraged. "You need to coordinate your steps!" Bradley couldn't do it, and let out a few sobs. Steven continued. "Concentrate on what you're doing!" By slightly slowing his pace Bradley was finally able to take a step, raise or lower his head, and swing his arms in one movement.

Unknown to Alban, the oozing of his prick had created a huge stain in the front of his trousers. With no reason to be concerned about the tenting in his pants, Alban forgot to consider a potential stain problem. Quince saw the stain and knew that Alban was not just hard from the rush of blood to his buttocks from the tawse stroke. Quince was a bit more experienced at controlling erections, but he knew what Alban was experiencing. He had been going through the same thing ever since he first saw Bradley in hobbles lying on the floor of his father's office.

Quince noticed the stain in Alban's pants was getting larger as he looked at it. He smiled to himself, looked back at Bradley, and ordered him to try pick up the pace of this trotting in place. When Bradley did, Quince and Jason high-fived. Bradley was tiring fast. Martin told Bradley to cheer up, and get a smile on his face. "All we're having you do are a few exercises! Try to have some fun!"

Quince said that Bradley looked tired, but Jason encouraged everyone to keep him jogging in place. "We're making progress here. He'll be okay. Let's just keep him moving!"

There is an adage that says. "Catholic boys and girls have more fun." The meaning is simply that doing something forbidden makes the act more exciting, wild, and fun, than it would be if it were not proscribed. In a similar way, owners and overseers of social servants in Vermont have more fun than slave owners and overseers in other states. The reason is that in very liberal Vermont the term `slave' is not allowed, and there are strictures on all matters of the control of servants found in no other state. But it is also widely known that owners of social servants have great leeway in the control of slaves, and that all the codes in the books are considered more as guidelines for an enlightened society rather than hard statutes. Thus the free men gathered around an obeying Bradley were following all the polite guidelines used in Vermont. But as they stood around the trotting naked Bradley, watching him sweat, his locked up cock bouncing up and down, his training paddles firmly locked to his ankles, and his collar glinting in the sun, they all knew he was, in reality, a slave who had to do what he was told to do. They were all, indeed, having more fun than any slave driver in darkest Kentucky ever did.

But there are some things one doesn't talk about in Vermont. They all knew that handsome Bradley can no longer go to bed when he wants to, can't watch TV, take a shower, or eat when he's hungry, without asking for permission. They are also well aware of the fact that he can't even jack off anymore. But these things that they are all so well aware of are never talked about in Vermont. Instead, they politely refer to Bradley as a social servant'. And as they stood around watching Bradley with happy smiles on their faces, referring to the exercise he was being forced to perform as a fun, yard game kind of thing', they knew that they were in fact making Bradley trot like an animal because that's what one has to do to social servants to get them to behave.

And Martin and Steven, at least, were also well aware of the kinds of other things that happen to social servants in training, especially those who could be sold as personal servants. And both men knew that Jason probably did these things to servants every day at his place of work. But these things are never discussed in Vermont.

The afternoon training session continued gradually with each free person getting more and more casual in the use of the tawse. Even Alban got in a couple of good swats. By the time it was over Bradley was covered in red swat marks, and ready to obey any command. He was truly a changed boy after that session with his family. Bradley's internal `system' took on a new mode, one that was determined to obey, and one that disconnected itself from his family. He was now determined to obey to avoid punishment and humiliation, but he also could no longer consider his family the way he used to, so he was determined to no longer care about them. It was a sad thing to do, but it was also the only thing he could do to gain psychological comfort in his situation.

As Jason was collecting the tawses he noticed the huge wet stain in Alban's trousers, and alerted everyone to it. Martin was outraged. "Alban, you and I need to have a serious talk later!" Alban was shamed beyond belief and ran to his room. The family, at last, knew that he was indeed taking some kind of forbidden pleasure in the training of Bradley. Quince and Jason took the greatest of pleasure in Alban's humiliation, and each had to fight to control themselves from showing both smiles and erections at Alban's humiliation.

Martin ordered Bradley to put the towel back around his waist and called to his wife. She came out on the back porch and asked if they would like some snacks. Everyone said "yes". Jason took a slave stake he had brought from the car, and pounded it into the ground about 30 feet away from the picnic table. He reached under Bradley's towel and attached a four-foot lightweight chain to his penis infibulation ring and led him to the stake by the chain. He secured the end of the chain to the eyehole in the ground stake, and left Bradley standing there, chained by his penis to a stake in the ground. As he walked back to the picnic table he explained. "We'll keep him there and out of our way until we're finished eating." Martin said. "I see. Okay. Good!"

Hearing that he was not going to be joining the family, Bradley laid down in the grass and tried to rest, chained to the stake like a dog while his family ate.

Barbara and Flora had it explained in humane terms why Bradley was staked to the ground, so it did not seem like a big deal to them. Jason was especially good at explaining the sorts of things he did to servants in humane sounding ways. "It's a special meditation, reflection, period for Bradley. I very much believe in giving servants quality time to themselves."

Occasionally throughout the meal Bradley's name would come up, and everyone would compliment him on how well he did today. After the lunch all the family members made their way over to Bradley and patted him and told him he was looking good, or that he did well, or that they were proud of him. Little Flora had hoped she would get to see her big brother's penis and it's bar and ring up close when she came and talked to him, but the towel covered everything from her view.

As the lunch ended, Steven had to excuse himself, saying he had promised a friend he would help them do a little moving for a couple of hours. Martin graciously offered Bradley to help them. When Steven offered to pay Martin for Bradley's use, and Martin refused, Steven felt badly about it. "I feel so bad taking him for the rest of the day for free. Can't I at least give you a twenty, or take you out to lunch sometime, or something?"

Martian was adamant. "No way! He's free. Take him! He's on me!"

In return, Jason made a generous offer to his uncle. "Martin, how would you like it if I took Bradley over to my place for the weekend. It would give you a chance to get him out of your hair for a bit. It would be no problem for me, since I have Hubert to help me keep an eye on Bradley. Newly indentured social servants need as much attention and training as new puppies, and it can get to be quite a handful having one around twenty four hours a day, every day. No matter how well behaved they may be, it can be stressful having a newly collared servant around. If I took him, I could also be providing ongoing training, as well."

Martin was overjoyed. "That would be wonderful if you were to do that. Thank you so much. And I know Bradley would love it as well."

Steven was proud. "That's my boy!" He patted his son on the shoulder and smiled proudly. Steven's boy beamed back a million buck smile. Flora noticed Jason's strong, white, teeth, and wondered if his penis got as big as Bradley's did in the County Social Services website. Quince wondered if Jason was planning to get rod-naked when he trained his brother one on one at his place on the weekend.

Bradley the naked slave dog chained by his penis to a stake in the ground, hearing what was up for the rest of the day and on the weekend, was determined to be a good boy from now on. He realized he would not be hurt if he did what he was told. What surprised him was that he found in such determination a certain and strange comforting feeling such as he never before experienced in his life. It surprised him.