Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:06:56 -0800 From: Randall Austin Subject: Traditional Values - Part 5 Traditional Values By Randall Austin PART FIVE 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 The evening was still young as Steven got into his car and waved good-bye to his brother and his two free sons. Martin went looking for his wife. And Quince and Alban, rather than doing the things they would usually be doing this early in the evening, each went to their separate rooms and closed the doors behind them. Alban also locked his door. Alban turned on his computer and went back to the Social Services web site and punched in the password and ID. He went to his brother's file, and the first thing he did was a quick review of the photo's section. As he looked at the pictures his throat dried, he swallowed in excitement, his mouth remained open, and his eyes widened. Alban did not understand or try to analyze the breathless excitement he was feeling; the strange feeling of power, the heady sensation, and the tingling feeling that was coursing through his body. He gently rubbed his crotch through his slacks as he reviewed the pictures. Alban then went to the Social Services record on Bradley and read all of the notes on him and the final report. As he did so he kept rubbing his crotch. "This Vermont, top-rated, 22 year old male, in perfect physical condition, with extraordinary good looks, and possessing a warm and engaging personality, holds a BS degree in Geology. He is smart, quick, and literate." "Bradley is available on initial lease for 5 years and 8 months. Longer terms of service are negotiable." Alban suddenly stopped rubbing his crotch. "Bradley is freshly indentured and untrained. Vermont Social Services Training Programs can train Bradley to your specifications. Contact an agent, listed below, for options." "Because Bradley possesses strong social skills and is intelligent, home training is an option for the right owners. Such training can provide an attractive recreational outlet for those owners so inclined." "Bradley was infibulated on the first day of his indenturement, August 25, 2011, so he will come to you full of energy, doe-eyed, and eager to please." "Bradley would be especially well suited to serve in the high-end personal service category." "Permanent body modifications are available as options. (See Rate List file. Typical costs: 1 x 2 inch buttock or shoulder brand - $40,000. Circumcision - $55,000. Decorative Face Scarring -$25,000 per 1 and half-inch line scar.) The broker's agent suggests an erotica cinema project which records acts of permanent body modifications on this handsome male as a viable means of recovering investment." "Family retains visitation rights, and prefers that the majority of Bradley's service remain in county. Negotiable." The erection and tingling sensation were long gone by the time Alban finished reading the `product notes'. He just sat at his terminal thinking. After a bit he collected himself, and rushed to Quince's room. Without knocking he opened the door and hurriedly entered Quince's room. Quince was horrified and shocked, and shouted, "jeezus crist!" at his brother. Alban was shocked too. Quince was standing totally naked in front of his computer monitor with a steel hard-on jacking to a screen full of shaved naked female slaves he had gathered from the Social Service's web site. There were about 8 pictures resized to fit the screen, and all of the females in the pictures were in display positions with their legs spread wide and their hands behind their heads, many with the same dazed look Alban saw in Bradley's photos. "Oh man, I'm sorry bro!" said Alban as he examined the pictures on the monitor and his brother's shriveling erection. Quince gathered his trousers and held them in front of his crotch. Alban tried to ease his brother's shame, "Don't be embarrassed. I was about to do the same thing, but I found something on the site I want you to look at." Quince slipped on his trousers as Alban brought up Bradley's file and opened up the record. He told Quince to read it. Quince read the product notes and sales pitch in silence, and when he was finished he said, "Holy shit! What should we do? Bradley could end up a social servant for life, marked up beyond recognition. Has dad been lying to all of us about what his plans are?" Alban suggested that they confront dad. At first Quince agreed, but as the two discussed the matter they realized that their dad got Bradley to enter service voluntarily. They were both still of an age where their father could have them indentured without their consent. Now they were both, suddenly, very afraid of their dad and confused. Alban got very depressed, and Quince hugged him and told him not to worry. But Alban did worry, and so did Quince. Now when they thought of their dearly beloved brother chained down to his bed downstairs, it seemed a scene of true horror rather than the mere and somewhat odd training session that they were told all social servants go through. In the morning at 8:30 mom called the family down for breakfast. Quince and Alban were the first to be seated at the table. They said a glum "good morning" to their mother, and in the distance heard dad open the room to Bradley's door. "Good morning, Bradley. How are you doing? Listen, mom and the boys and I are going to have breakfast now, and then when we're finished we'll release you and you can get cleaned up. Then you will do the dishes, and when you're finished you can fix yourself anything you want for breakfast. Then Uncle Steven and Jason will be here around 10 and they want to run you though some exercises, and give your brothers and I some lessons in getting familiar with handling you. So it sounds like a fun day! We'll see you in a little bit." Moments later Martin entered the kitchen and sat at the table cheery and wide-eyed, as if everything was back to normal. "Alban, Quince, how are you? Did you sleep well?" "Yes Dad." "I just looked in on Bradley. He looks well rested and seems to be doing okay." The cell phone rang and Barbara answered it while she continued serving breakfast. On the phone was her sister Karen. "Yes, he seems to be doing very well. It is such an excellent program the State has set up and they have provided us with a lot of helpful material. Oh, Bradley has not voiced any objections at all to the program, as far as I know. I think he's finding it as new and exciting as we are. We are still new to all of this, so of course there were a few awkward moments. But Bradley is fine! In fact, he's still in bed. We're letting our big man sleep in late, and take it easy. Sure, and thanks for calling!" Martin acknowledged how nice Barbara's sister's show of concern for Bradley was. He then addressed another issue. "I don't know if you boys have had a chance to check out the Social Services' web site yet, but something about that online thing really bothers me. I mean, social servants are human beings, not commodities." "Anyway, I know your mother gave you boys the password to the Social Services site without thinking, and I don't know if you realized it, but she felt very bad about having done that, since I had warned her beforehand that it was a rather `graphic' site; one which could be disturbing to family members." "Not only are the online pictures something that siblings should not see, but if you read the file on Bradley, you would have seen all kinds of marketing gimmicks in the `product notes' section which are standard to the industry, but are of the sort which I do not approve." "Did you boys by any chance check out Bradley's file?" "No Dad!" both boys quickly answered, and then added that they had just checked out the pictures, but nothing else. "Well, if you do you will find all kinds of options as being available. But let me tell you, it's just the way the marketing people over there at Social Services do things. For example, if someone wants a social servant for 8 years, and they see that Bradley is only available for 5 years and 8 months, in that case they would very likely just pass him over. But if they see that perhaps things are negotiable and maybe there is a way that they can have him for the full 8 years, they are then more likely to set up an appointment. Once they see Bradley and realize what a prime `piece' he is, that's just Social Service lingo, I hate to use that word myself, but once they see him they may find the product so attractive that they'll decide to go with it, even if it is only for 5 years instead of the 8 they wanted. Such gimmicks are just ways of getting more people into the showroom to take a look at the piece, and are standard practices in the marketing industry." After breakfast the three free Forestman males entered Bradley's bedroom and released him from all the straps, chains, cuffs, pins, and clamps which kept him secured in his bed. All three were curious if he had wet his diaper, but no one asked. Martin told Alban to open the diaper, since he was put in charge of Bradley's grooming. When the diaper was opened it was clear that he had pissed in it, and it was also clear that he had a very clamped up erection. He was as erect as his bar and ring allowed him to be, and the tip of his penis looked slightly sore. Martin told Bradley to get out of bed and take a shower, then to eat breakfast and do the dishes. "And when you're are finished come out into the back yard in your fatigues and sandals, since Uncle Steven and Jason should be here by then." As Alban followed Bradley into the bathroom he enjoyed the way the training paddles, by forcing Bradley to keep his legs spread wide as he walked, helped emphasize his bubble butt, and let his swinging balls be clearly seen from the rear. He told Bradley to clean the cupboard underneath the sink when he did the dishes. "Mom's been nagging me to do it, but I don't see why you can't do it now." In the bathroom Alban watched Bradley get into the shower, fascinated at the way his penis bar and ring kept his erection to a minimum. Quince waited for Alban to come out of the bathroom, and when he did he took him aside. "Do you believe any of that stuff dad told us about the website promotion?" Alban hadn't thought about it, so Quince explained, "Maybe dad just said what he did about all the stuff on the site because he knew we had the password and had probably seen it. I think he might have been lying to us, bro! I think he doesn't want us to believe what it says on the website, but it wouldn't say options were available on a government website if they were in fact not available." Now Alban, who was finally looking forward to lording it over his older brother, was uneasy once again. "I don't know what to think now. I feel afraid. What should we do, Quince?" Martin came around the corner unexpectedly and caught his sons whispering. "What are you girls gossiping about?" "Nothing Dad!" Both boys said red-faced. "Well, I'm counting on both of you boys to keep an eye on Bradley so he doesn't dawdle." The cloud that had once again settled over the boys lifted ever so slightly, or at least was momentarily forgotten, once they were asked to `keep an eye on Bradley'.