Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2012 08:24:02 -0700 From: Randall Austin Subject: Boys Like You - Part 12 Boys Like You Part Twelve By Randall Austin This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to randallaustin2011@hotmail.com Randall Austin's Archive Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories Authors Comments: Please help us support Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Please make a donation today... Thank you... What struck Earl and the two Inslee brothers upon entering the lobby of the Social Services Health Services building on Guardian Avenue was that it looked like an upscale medical clinic. The interior was modern, yet warm and inviting. The health care professionals who passed about all seemed professional, caring and warm. Everyone who passed by greeted Dean, Earl, and Randall with "hello's" and smiles. Dean was expecting a forbidding, sparsely furnished, prison-like hospital. Instead the interior of the big modern facility looked like a well-funded, leather-chaired, research hospital. And signs all about were social servant friendly. A big sign in back of the reception desk asked, `Have you thanked a social servant today?' Another large poster on one of the walls showed a stylized drawing of a group of servants and in large letters along the bottom of the poster were the words, `Social Servants are our community's bedrock of abundance. Please show your gratitude by donating generously to the Social Servants' Retirement Support Foundation'. The warmth of the surroundings gave comfort to both Dean and Randall. Earl was secretly let down at the cushy appointment of the facility, but he suspected that it was all a front designed to help calm servants down brought in for health, evaluative, or procedural reasons. Dean, Earl, and Randall, approached the front desk and Dean reported that he had brought Randall in for his 1:30 appointment. The receptionist told the three gentlemen to have a seat. The reception area was moderately busy and Dean noted that among the people seated in the waiting room he had a hard time telling which ones were social servants and which were free people. He saw a few collars poking out of dress shirts and polo's but little else was seen in the way of distinctive servant clothing. Only Randall stood out in his bright yellow `Stage One' jumpsuit. Earl had hoped, as he had seen once in a Davenport social servant clinic, that the servants would be made to undress in the waiting room. He decided to be helpful to the medical staff and ordered Randall to take off his jumpsuit. Dean was surprised at the request and at first assumed Earl knew what he was doing and that undressing in the waiting area was standard. Randall was too dazed to react and Earl proceeded with Randall's humiliation by starting to unbutton and unzip his jumpsuit. As tears rolled down Randall's defeated face the receptionist called out to Earl, "Sir, what are you doing?" Earl replied that he was trying to expedite matters. A nurse at the reception desk stopped him, "Please sir. That isn't necessary. You may rebutton his jump suit." Earl was embarrassed at being told to stop what he was doing and was about to explain to Dean how the nurse was obviously unaware of standard servant handling procedures when Dean's cell phone rang. Dean soon found himself involved once again with answering questions over the phone about the case he was handling. With Dean occupied with his phone conversation, Earl thought it would be a good time to file a complaint about Randall with the receptionist. He stood up, tugged on Randall's leash and the two of them made their way to the receptionist. He told the same nurse who had just told him to stop undressing Randall that he wished to file a formal complaint about Randall. The nurse asked what the complaint was and Earl explained, "This servant has been obstreperous all morning long and has defied the orders of his chief controlling overseer on several occasions." The nurse asked why Randall was being obstreperous and Earl replied that Randall didn't want to come to his surgery, was fighting them every step of the way and was trying to delay their on-time arrival. The nurse asked Randall directly why he was fighting his overseer's wishes and Randall replied quietly that he was afraid. The nurse receptionist looked at Earl and asked. "Wouldn't you be afraid, as well, if you were going into surgery?" Earl replied, "I suppose I might be, but that is no excuse for a servant." The nurse was curt, "Yes it is, sir. Please have a seat until we call for Randall. Thank you." Earl was seething on the inside at his treatment by the unenlightened hospital staff and mumbled to Randall, "I'm filing a formal complaint on that nurse's unprofessional behavior." When they sat back down, Dean had just finished his phone conversation and asked Earl what he and Randall were doing at the receptionist's desk. Earl replied that he had wanted to let the staff know that Randall had been quite upset and that his behavior had not been up to par this morning. When Dean asked why he did that, his question was interrupted by an intern with a clipboard calling out, "Randall Inslee". Dean, Earl, and Randall stood and then walked over to the intern, who informed Dean and Earl that they could not go with Randall and to check with the receptionist on Randall's procedures schedule for the day. The intern unhooked the leash clasp from the side of Randall's jumpsuit and handed it to Earl. The intern grabbed Randall by the right ear and led him down the corridor. Randall followed the intern without saying a word or looking back at Dean. As the intern led Randall down the hall, they passed many exam rooms, none of which had any doors, and many of which had a naked servant inside being examined by staff or patiently sitting on the exam table waiting to be examined. The intern led Randall into one of the rooms and told him to remove his jumpsuit. Once Randall was unclothed the intern came with a special key and unlocked and removed Randall's leg braces. He then took a strange device that resembled a giant hypodermic needle and stuck it into a small hole in Randall's collar. The intern pushed a syringe that made a whooshing noise and then pulled it out. He then took a long thin key and then unlocked the collar and removed it. He then removed Randall's genital cinch in a similar fashion. Next the intern attached and locked a collar on Randall's left arm, just above his elbow. To this he attached a leash that he locked to a bolt in the floor. The intern told Randall he could sit on the exam table if he wanted to and left. As Randall sat naked and leashed on the exam table he observed a parade of activity outside his exam room door. Nurses, interns and physicians passed by going in every direction. Many of them had a servant in tow which they guided by holding on to one of the servant's ears. Randall felt like a barnyard animal; naked in front of normal people who were dressed up and had important jobs and who led them around by their ears. Randall's feelings of abjection were interrupted by the arrival of nurses Rich Kadrow and Kevin Balen. Rich introduced himself and Kevin to Randall, "Kevin has worked as a nurse for two years with Carter General Hospital and this is his first day as a nurse with Social Services. The environment here is a little different, so I'm showing him the ropes." As Rich unlocked and removed Randall's arm collar, he instructed Kevin. "Kevin, what I want you to do is grasp Randall's ear and lead him to the scale." The pretty 25-year old Kevin touched Randall's ear lightly. The soft touch felt good to Randall. Rich corrected Kevin's efforts, "No, you want to grab it tightly and twist it as you guide Randall to the scale." It was awkward for Kevin and as he led Randall to the scale for this weighing, Randall let out an "Ow!" Kevin apologized, "Oh, dude, I'm sorry", and he let go of the ear. Rich instructed, "No, no! You don't let go of the ear until you reach the place you want the servant to go. You have to learn to ignore a servant's yelps. They do it all the time to gain sympathy." Kevin wondered, "No, I don't think Randall was trying to gain sympathy. I think I may have inadvertently hurt him." Rich agreed, "Well, you may have hurt him a little bit, but that's okay. No big deal. The thing to know is that when a servant feels a little `something', that's when they start doing what they're told to do." As Kevin weighed Randall, Rich explained, "You just watch. Once things get a little hectic and you're short on time, see how effective you are calmly asking servants to please step over here, please remove your jacket, please do this, or please do that. You'll soon see they move slowly when they are not in their standard work environments. Ear control is one of the best ways to keep things moving." Kevin nodded that he understood. "I see." Rich instructed, "Now in a small room like this you would normally tell a servant to have a seat in the chair for his blood pressure. But for practice purposes I want you to seat Randall in that chair using the `ear' method." Kevin tried to be as gentle as he could as he twisted Randall's ear and guided him to sit down, but as Randall turned, his ear got pinched by Kevin's grip and he let out "Ow! Shit!" As Kevin took Randall's blood pressure, Rich explained, "That kind of outburst is on the edge. Normally for something like that you take into account that the servant is under a lot of stress going into surgery and you simply give him a verbal reprimand. But because I want you to have some experience in standard discipline procedures, I'll have you spank him after you take his blood pressure." Kevin asked, "Spanked for cursing?" Rich explained, "Remember, this is a Social Services Health Care facility and we have to set an example for the rest of the community. If we are lax at Social Services, there is a trickledown effect to the rest of the community. We have to be firm here at Social Services. We are kind of like the gold at Fort Knox that backs up the paper money. We have to back up our threats with a sure response or else we lose all credibility." Kevin nodded, "I see." As Kevin removed Randall's arm from the monitor cuff, Randall was taken in by Kevin's strong features, his alabaster skin, his black, curly, styled hair, his soft scent and his large doe-like eyes. Rich instructed, "Okay, now grab his ears and lead him over to the examining table and make him bend over." Kevin did as instructed. Once Randall was in place, Rich continued, "Now slap his legs apart. You want to get them spread as far apart as possible for a proper servant spanking. That not only gives a lot more exposed area for slapping, but leaves the balls as a good squeeze target in case the slave lets out any foul language during his punishment." Once Randall was bent over and spread-legged as instructed, Kevin gave a half smile to Rich, wondering what to do next. Rich said, "Just go ahead and start spanking." When Kevin shrugged his shoulders wondering how to go about it, Rich suggested, "Just pretend he's your kid brother who has been acting up. You told me you have a younger brother. Have you ever wanted to lay into your younger brother?" Kevin smiled sheepishly and nodded `yes'. Rich turned his hand up, "Well here's your chance. Give Randall what you've wanted to give your own kid brother when he's acted up in the past." Kevin laid one on and Randall yelped. Rich encouraged, "That's the way. Now keep it going steady." Kevin started spanking Randall, slow slaps, but each one harder than the last. He stopped after six spanks, smiled and looked wonderingly at Rich. Rich complimented him, "Looks like you were getting into it. That's what you need to do; go with that feeling that comes when you're disciplining another human being. It's nothing to shy away from. In fact you need to grasp that feeling if you're ever going to be an effective nurse/overseer." "Now continue with Randall's spanking, but only cover a broader area: use the legs, inner and outer thighs, as well as the butt. And use more force this time." Kevin wondered, "But wasn't what I already gave him enough for a little cussing?" Rich answered, "Normally it would be. But this is a training hospital and servants are here to serve the community. And if Randall can help you by serving as a training model for you in your new position, then such use of a servant is perfectly legal and justified. And besides, I'm sure Randall would be happy to help out in this way. Am I right Randall?" When Randall didn't answer, Rich smiled, "Well, it makes no difference what he thinks, because he deserves punishment now for failing to answer my question. So carry on with your practice!" Kevin continued spanking and was conflicted over spanking someone who didn't do anything wrong and over the enjoyment he was finding in the process. Rich sensed the nurse/overseer's dilemma and attempted to help him accept his role, "Kevin, you're a state certified nurse/overseer now and your job is the healthcare of the state's social servants. With such responsibility, you need to be in touch with your feelings towards servants. There is nothing wrong with finding satisfaction with your work. You are simply doing what the state wants of you and pays you to do." Kevin, a good boy whose mother would be saddened if she knew her idealistic son, who got into nursing because he wanted to serve people, was now coming to grips with his authority over social servants and with that special `pride of overseership' feeling that comes to overseers as they punish servants. Kevin resumed spanking and Rich instructed Kevin, quietly, "You can go ahead and reach underneath and grab his genitals if you want to gain better leverage as you spank him." Kevin hesitated at first, so Rich explained "It's okay, that's what they're hanging there for; leverage. Go ahead; it's done all the time. And remember, we're nurses after all!" Kevin's ruby lipped mouth was open as he reached under the bent over Randall and cupped, then grasped, his sexual organs. He looked at Rich and saw a broad and satisfied smile on his face. It gave him encouragement in what he was doing and he started to spank Randall with more vigor. As he got into it more and Randall started crying and squirming, Kevin was overcome with lust and a massive erection. Rich noticed Kevin's newfound enthusiasm and commented, "Okay, I think you've got the hang of it, buddy! The important thing is to go with and to trust, that special feeling, the one that makes you feel good as you spank servants. Always remember to trust your feelings." Kevin stood up tall, adjusted his trousers to conceal his deflating cock and stood tall. Rich informed him, "Randall is going to be in ICU for a couple of days, so you'll have a chance some time after his surgery to have some more practice sessions with him." Rich had Randall sit back up on the examining table. Just as Rich reattached Randall's leash from his arm cuff to the floor bolt, a physician arrived and proceeded to give Randall a physical examination. The physician spent almost one half hour examining Randall, as Kevin and Rich observed in silence. Randall didn't know why the two nurses stayed to observe his physical, but he didn't like it. When the physician was finished with Randall's exam, an intern fetched Randall and grabbed him by his ear. As Randall was ear-led out of the exam room, Rich encouraged, "Behave yourself, Randall!" As Randall was being guided down the corridor, ahead of him was another servant about his age, also being guided by his ear. Randall wondered if he was indeed an animal, because even at such a time of distress and humiliation he found himself unable to take his eyes off of the servant's bubble butt who was being led ahead of him. Randall was led into the same room as the servant in front of him and was positioned in front of a trough type urinal located in the center of the room. There was already a servant at the urinal as Randall and the servant who was ahead of him were being positioned at the urinal. All three servants were handed a phial and asked to fill it with urine. On an exam table in the room was a female with her legs in stirrups having her urethra examined by two male interns. When the three servants had filled their phials, they were handed plastic dishes and asked for a semen samples. When none of the servants knew exactly what to do, one of the interns said, "Start jackin' guys! I'm sure you all know how to do it." The three servants started manipulating their dicks as they stood over the urinal, each jacking with their right hand and holding the plastic dish in their left hand. Randall had difficulty getting aroused, until he noticed the male, who was already at the urinal when he arrived, was looking at the female on the exam table as he jacked his straight-boy boner. Watching a straight male get excited by looking at a female always excited Randall and it helped him to get his dick hard in little time. As Randall stroked himself off he noticed that the other servant was looking at him. Randall also liked it when other guys were turned on by looking at him and Randall was soon able to completely loose himself in the public jacking off session. The four interns in the room all stopped what they were doing to watch the three servants shoot their loads into their dishes. The interns were silent as they watched, but light smiles played on their faces. Randall used the jackoff session to temporarily escape the horror of his ordeal, but once he shot his load, his dread returned and he felt unsure if he was really who he thought he was. Not one of the three servants in the room who were about to be processed had probably ever been made to jackoff in public, yet just now they had done it because they knew their lives were really no longer in their control. All three of them had probably already faced the unpleasant consequences of disobeying an order of an overseer and thus knew to do as they were told. One of the interns took Randall's plastic dish, covered and labeled it and put it in a slot on the lab table. He then grabbed Randall by the ear and led him out of the room and further down the corridor. He led him into a large, humid, steamy, room that had blue walls and blue lights. The intern led Randall up four stairs and there was a giant pool, light blue in color so the water looked blue. In the pool were 17 males quietly soaking. Soon the other two boys he had jacked off with were led up the stairs, led by their interns guiding them by their ears. Randall noticed three fully uniformed older policemen standing about the room. One of the interns spoke and addressed all of the boys soaking in the pool and the three boys standing on the edge of the pool, "Hi everyone. We are interns from the state teaching hospital in Des Moines. We will be performing your surgery today. The bath you are in is meant to soothe you and your skin. It is simply `wet' water. It's basically a salt water bath, bicarbonate of soda and so on, that will make your skin smoother than it has ever been before. You will be in the pool a little under two hours and when your time is up we will come and fetch you for your surgery." As the intern continued speaking, another intern led Randall and his other two jackoff mates to a ladder and directed them into the pool. "We want you to dunk your heads under the water at least once every ten minutes or so. If you get any solution in your eyes, you will notice at the end of the pool there is a hose to rinse out your eyes." "We want you to relax and have a good time, but keep your chatting to a minimum. You will notice that we have several police officers on guard. Please realize that although they are almost retired, they are not like the retired officers who stand guard at supermarkets or shopping malls. These officers really do make use of the implements hanging from their belts: the stick, the taser and even the pistol if need be. I'm not trying to scare you. The officers and we hospital staff are all really nice people, just like you boys. But we want you to know that we are on a tight schedule and we have zero tolerance for anything that disrupts our schedule." "Okay! So have a nice time and we'll be coming to fetch the first of you to enter the pool in just about twenty minutes." Randall kept his eyes on the interns, amazed that those interns, who were no different than he was, had the right to control him, to order him to be punished, to strap him to a gurney, to modify his body, to snip his foreskin off, to tattoo him, to brand him, to ring him and to humiliate him with a chin bell. It didn't make sense to him. Randall didn't do anything wrong. Why should he be where he was? How did it come to this? Once the interns were out of the room, the boys in the pool tried their best to collect their thoughts and relax. Randall looked about the pool and noticed that all of the boys in the pool seemed to range in age from 18 to 30. They were Linn County's newest group of social servants; twenty pieces of fresh stock. Randall had been told that about twenty males a day entered social service in Linn County. And today there were indeed exactly twenty males being processed. Twenty young males about to be processed for their term of service to the community; twenty males about to have their bodies modified so that they might be recognizable and distinct from the free people whom they will be serving. *** A nurse entered the poolroom pushing a gurney and spoke the name "Randall Inslee" to one of the police officers up on the perimeter of the pool. The only boys left in the pool were Randall and his two jackoff mates. The officer called to the three boys in the pool, "Randall Inslee. Which one of you is Randall Inslee?" When no one answered, the straight boy looked at the officer and said, "It's not me." The other non-Randall boy also spoke, "Not me." The two non-Randall boys moved away from the Randall who was not acknowledging himself, thus exposing Randall in the open pool. When the officer said to Randall, "Come here now, boy", and he didn't move, another officer fetched the servant grappler from the side of the pool. As the officer tried to get near Randall with the grappling hook, the third officer joined them. Having to fetch a frightened servant from the soaking pool always broke up the monotony of the day for the semi-retired police officers. The officer was able to latch the grappler under Randall's shoulder and quickly pull him to the ladder where he was standing. Another officer assisted him in pulling Randall from the pool. With an officer on both sides of him holding him by the arms, Randall was led to a shower where the soaked boys were made to rinse off before hopping on to the gurney. An officer directed Randall, "Get yourself rinsed off all over. Raise your arms so you can get your underarms rinsed." As the officer directed Randall's rinsing, Randall was obedient and did everything he was ordered to do. The nurse handed Randall a towel and the three officers and the nurse watched Randall dry himself in silence. When he was dry, the nurse took the towel and ordered Randall to hop up on the gurney, but Randall resisted with a "No!" One of the officers encouraged, "Up on the gurney boy, then recline." Randall backed himself more against the wall, saying "No!" The officer who was new to his job at Social Services asked Randall, "What are you afraid of boy?" Another officer answered, "You see this behavior all the time in boys headed into the Total Reform Program." The new officer asked why it was so and the officer explained, "I think it's probably because they've seen pictures of boys in the Total Reform Program. They really do them up good in surgery: giant rings all over their bodies, a huge ring swinging between their legs hanging from off their dicks, giant ear and tit rings, three rings through the nose, including a huge one through the septum, a large bell hanging from..." Before the officer had completed his explanation Randall attempted to bolt from the room, but was immediately caught by one of the officers. Two of the officers brought Randall to the gurney as he struggled to break free. Once they had him on the gurney and were forcing him to recline Randall started kicking and screaming. The nurse and the other officer quickly moved in to strap Randall down to the gurney. With Randall strapped down and bucking and crying, the officer continued his explanation. "So the boys come out of surgery looking pretty fearsome. Looking like something you definitely would not want to have around your wife and kids. All ringed up like that; they look like they were made for hard labor." The other senior officer explained more about the program to the new officer, "The Total Reform Program is a multi-pronged program that is intended to have a long-range positive effect. As such it is educational, rehabilitative, punitive and preventative. And it basically believes that the way to achieve all of these ends is though hard labor." "And back breaking hard labor is what the program is; hard labor for ten to twelve hours a day and seven days a week. The basic program, once the boys get out of their seven-month training, is for five years and four months. But, of course, the term of service can be extended if the boys fail to perform up to standard. For every bad review a boy receives, they extend his term service by six months. Because a position in the Total Reform Program generates a lot of revenue for the state, the state examiner who reviews the boys' performance hold them to a pretty high standard; and as you can guess, they really don't like releasing boys from the program. Very few boys who enter the Total Reform Program ever get out after five years and four months. The typical term of service for most boys who enter the program is from twelve to eighteen years." Randall bucked wildly in an attempt to tip the gurney. The new officer backed away, frightened by his violent bucking. The nurse put a hand to Randall's head, "Everything's going to be okay, fella! You just calm down there." Randall continued bucking and started screaming. The officer continued his explanation to the new officer, "That's the kind of bucking and squealing you'll see in the Total Reform boys all the time. It never fails. Total Reform boys know that they're going to be held accountable for everything that they do from now on and it's hard for boys who come to the program with so many behavioral problems to face that kind of control and reform in their lives." As the nurse pushed the gurney out of the poolroom, the three officers resumed their positions about the pool. Randall's two jackoff mates awaited the arrival of their gurneys in silence. To Be Continued... For more of Randall Austin Stories, Please visit the Randall Austin Archive Group. While it does not yet contain all of Randall's stories [it will eventually], it gathers the stories in one convenient location. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Randall_Austin_Stories