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REBEL D.A.D./Rebel Son - P1

REBEL D.A.D. / rebel son

A Story Set in the Brave New World of D.A.D.

Chapter One: Mr. Nelson Visits Sam Palley

Mr. Nelson didn't like being assigned to pay a call on Sam Palley, but no one knew that except Mr. Nelson. Complete professional and D.A.D. trained administrator that he was, Mr. Nelson revealed only the emotions he chose to reveal.   When High Father had given him his next case, a boy named Lon Conway, and told him that Sam Palley was the selected D.A.D., Mr. Nelson had accepted the dossier respectfully and gone home to read it.

No one had heard him say, "Shit!" in the privacy of his own house.

Mr. Nelson studied the picture of Sam Palley with disdain. Many were the types of men that had been trained by D.A.D. and, certainly, individualism was not only encouraged, but quintessential in the work D.A.D. did in adopting and reforming needy boys, each needing a particular kind of Man to take on the role of FATHER, but Sam Palley was an individual plus!

In the picture, Sam was dressed in the official onepiece worn by D.A.D.s that lived on the Island. However, Sam wore his onepiece unbuttoned to his waist, revealing his massive and extremely hairy torso. Also Sam appeared to have perfected the art of the one-week beard and its black shadow - never grown further - added menace and a 'don't shit with me' look to his countenance. Close cropped black hair and heavy brows over deepset eyes completed the effect.

Sam Palley was something of a legend on the Island. Already 45 years old when longevity therapy was introduced, Sam was well over a hundred and appeared unchanged. Actually, he was quite changed.....from the way he had been when D.A.D. had arrested him.

Sam Palley had been a troublemaker back on the mainland. He trafficed in illegal tobacco (long since banned in favor of the harmless synthetic that men now smoked) and balked and fought against D.A.D. restrictions wherever they affected him.   He caroused in forbidden establishments, got drunk and abusive regularly, and flew a skycar without proper licensing.

Finally, the authorities at D.A.D. got tired of complaints and sent five of their biggest policemen to 'bring Sam Palley in!' It was good that they'd sent five, because two of them wound up in the hospital!!

Although Sam Palley was not a D.A.D. he was already a very big man at 6'6" and 225 lbs. He had once been a professional boxer and still had an impressive musculature, despite his wild living.

Nevertheless, it took five men to collar, cuff and manacle Sam Palley into custody. The warden of the D.A.D. lockup ordered Sam stripped naked and hosed to try and subdue him, but it hadn't worked. Finally, nearly the entire squad of ten men were needed to chain Sam face down, and still naked, on a cot. His arms were spread and each wrist was shackled to a bed leg. His legs were forced to straddle the bed with each ankle similarly manacled to a bed leg. In this grotesque position, Sam Palley was left cursing and spitting blood.

In the night, three of the officers who had suffered tooth loss and some rib damage, put black masks over their faces and paid a little visit to Sam in his cell.   They brought heavy wooden paddles with them and took it, in turns, to beat Sam's hairy ass until - after two hours - he broke and bawled like a castrated bull.   They weren't finished!

One of the officers had brought a jar of lubricant and the Men prodigiously greased their unleased cocks and then used fingers, hands and fists to do likewise to Sam's flaming red, paddle swollen rectum.   Then each cop took it in turns to come up behind big Sam and fuck him ragged!   Sam's cot danced all over the cell before the cock crowed and the first rays of sun threatened to reveal who the rapists were. No matter, each of them had enjoyed Sam's ass to the fullest and they left him sweaty, exhausted and dripping from both front and back.

The next day, Sam was hosed down again and injected with a horse tranquilizer before being unshackled and brought to court.   Only a poncho, thrown over his head, gave Sam any dignity and it didn't stop his guards from reaching under and enjoying themselves in many delightful ways, even in the court holding room. Wrists locked in a double shackle and ankles chained with only walking distance between them, made it hard for poor Sam to protect himself. Still, one guard got an elbow in the face that resulted in his being rushed to the nearest emergency room.

"You're a filthy brute," the Judge told Sam.

"And you're a whore!" Sam threw back. "When's the last time you had an original thought, madam?"

The Judge, whose name was David Tonelli, kept his calm long enough to let Sam know that he was being sent to a D.A.D. Island for rehabilitation. Then he fined Sam for contempt of court and went to his chambers.

The fine for contempt was as follows. Sam was dragged to the Judge's chambers where he was surprised to find Judge Tonelli stripped to the waist and brandishing an impressive whip. Sam's poncho was dragged off by his guards and the naked man's wrist shackles were affixed to a chain that hung from the ceiling. Then, laughing with personal pleasure, the guards turned a wheel that lifted Sam right off the floor and three feet in the air.

Hanging and stretched, Sam was lashed by the Judge until he lost consciousness. When he awoke, he found himself chained to yet another bed......the Judge's.....and one more being brutally raped.   Guess who was the rapist?

The next day Sam was flown to an Island and brought to the D.A.D. rehabilitations center. There Sam received longevity therapy, physical training, the special growth stimulants and enhancers that all D.A.D. trainees received and psycho-therapy. Although discipline was strict and harsh on the Island, it was also fair and even loving. The initials D.A.D. (DISCIPLINE and DEVOTION) were a well-sustained living code on the Island and Sam responded to the strong Men who modeled it. His life began to change and Sam began to change too, but not too much. Just enough so that the rebel and the system found a way to co-exist, and now Mr. Nelson had been told that Sam Palley was exactly the type of D.A.D. that was needed.

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Mr. Nelson knew all there was to know about both Sam Palley and young Lon Conway when he took a skycar to Palley's residence under the dome.

Sam had been informed of Mr. Nelson's visit and was all ready. His omnicomp was programmed for Lon Conway's arrival. The boy would be transported to Sam Palley's home.

"Ya wanna come in?" Palley asked, taking a pipe out of his mouth, as he opened his door.   Mr. Nelson knew at once that Sam Palley was not smoking legal tobacco. He coughed but didn't say anything about it. Palley put the pipe back between his teeth and puffed it. Mr. Nelson tried not to appear to be affected by the smoke.

"I will come in, Mr. Palley. We should review this case before the child arrives."

"Awright, come in, then," Sam said. He scratched his chest hair absent-mindedly and Mr. Nelson grimaced. The onepiece was just as shown in the photograph.

Sam Palley's home was neat and clean - not what Mr. Nelson had anticipated, but he might have someone come in and do it for him.

"I have Lon Conway's folder with me," Mr. Nelson said, seating himself in an armchair and opening his briefcase.

"I already read everything on the omnicomp," Sam Palley said. He stood and leaned on the mantel over his fireplace and smoked his pipe. Mr. Nelson saw that there was a long pipe rack with over a dozen different pipes in it next to Sam's arm and another round rack on a nearby table. Several tobacco jars stood at different locations.

"I see you're a pipe devotee," Mr. Nelson said conversationally.

"It relaxes me," Sam said cooly. "The kid is an eighteen longevity-year old delinquent!" Sam said, getting on to the reason for Mr. Nelson's visit. He hadn't come to discuss smokin'.

"He's been in foster care since his mother died when he was, what was it, three longevity years old? No one knows who his father might have been....maybe a sperm donor.   I thought D.A.D. had records on everyone?"

"Sometimes we miss a few.....even D.A.D. isn't perfect," Mr. Nelson said icily.

Sam held his pipe toward Mr. Nelson, "Mind repeating that into the microphone?" Sam said sarcastically.

"The boy!" Mr. Nelson said prodded.

"Yeah, the kid! He's been in trouble more'n a dozen times all sort of shennanigans! Spent time in a youth center run by D.A.D.'s Juvenile Division, but he tricked them into thinking he was rehabilitated." Sam smirked and puffed out more smoke. "Another little imperfection for D.A.D., huh, Mr. Nelson."

Mr. Nelson sniffed.

"Now Junior's here on the Island in the dorm, but he's doing very good, is he?"

"No, he's not!"

"No." Sam smiled again. He sucked on his pipe stem, took it out of his mouth and blew two perfect smoke rings at the ceiling. "The Big Brothers and D.A.D.s at the dorm don't know what to do with him. He's not responding to standard therapy and so you've come to get a non-standard Daddy. That right?"

"That's right, Sam," Mr. Nelson said. It was his turn to smile. "I know that High Father thinks that the child needs someone he can relate to, but I have to tell you that I don't agree. I believe that Lon needs a Man who models something very different. However, now that I've met you, I believe that this experience is going to do you a great deal of good. Yes, indeed. We're never to old to learn humility are we?"

Sam's face got sobre in a minute. He put his pipe into his mouth and when he spoke, there wasn't a shred of sarcasm in his voice.

"I've done lots of different kinds of work since I was trained," Sam said, "but I never agreed to be an Intermediary D.A.D. to a boy 'till now.   You don't know me, Nelson, and I doubt that you can know Lon Conway, but maybe.....just maybe....I can! Maybe, I'm just the Daddy that boy needs. I'm gonna give it my best shot. Even if it kills me.....or the kid! Shoot, I even laid in a whole line of hairbrushes!"

Mr. Nelson couldn't tell if Sam Palley was serious or being sarcastic again. He got up, "Then, I assume that you don't require any further information from me."

"Nope!"

"I'll leave then," Mr. Nelson said heading for the door. He turned and looked at the pipe in Sam Palley's hand. "It's illegal to smoke real tobacco and could be harmful to the child."

"The 'child' will have to live with it," Palley said. "'Cause I ain't stoppin'. "

Mr. Nelson nodded and opened the door. He turned once more. "Remember, Mr. Palley, D.A.D. stands for Discipline and DEVOTION. Do you think you're really capable of both?"

Sam Palley scratched the semi-beard that covered his face. "Why don't you come back in a week and ask little Lonnie?"

Mr. Nelson turned and left and Sam Palley closed his door.

He went into den and typed a series of numbers into the omnicomp. As the portal began to glow signifying that someone was about to be transported, Sam sat down in a leather armchair and hung his pipe in a corner of his mouth.

He was eager to welcome his son!

(to be continued)