Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 13:06:38 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian

What They Did to Julian
Part One of Several Parts
By Randall Austin

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Casey Young and Lloyd Reese were a bit scared as they arrived at the
Whatcom County Social Services Training Facility.  To a lot of young free
men, being around any facility that has anything to do with `slaves' is a
scary thing.

And they were nervous, for it was an awkward moment for the two 18-year
olds to be visiting their best friend, Julian Raider, in the Social
Services `holding pen'.

Black haired and fair skinned Casey, and brunette haired and dimpled Lloyd,
both super groomed themselves and dressed neatly for their visit with their
friend and former high school teammate, Julian.  Dressing up is something a
lot of free men do when visiting servitor facilities, as if to impress upon
the staff that they are respectable free people, and not some unkempt
slave.

Free people, no matter how unkempt, are in no danger of being considered
slaves, even in a slave training facility; but thinking they might be at
risk in such an environment is an instinctive reaction for a lot of free
males.  This was especially so for two young men who never before had any
first hand dealings with slaves.

The news of what happened to Julian Raider was not only the talk of
Bellingham, Washington, but was being followed with great interest
nationwide.  Julian Raider, until his arrest, conviction, and sentencing to
ten years of indentured servitude for drunk driving and causing a 16-car
accident, was a model student and top athlete.  He was almost certain to
have a Division One college scholarship, with a full ride to one of the
country's top tier schools. Every top Division One football program in the
NCAA was scouting him. Several of these schools had NFL players that had
played in their programs call him and try to entice him to go to their Alma
mater.

Julian Raider was, of course, not the first young man of special abilities
and skills to be indentured or imprisoned for a crime; but what helped to
create the media sensation surrounding Julian's case was not only that
Julian was a sports sensation and promising hero, but his special good
looks and self-effacing good nature endeared him to everyone.

Web sites devoted to Julian Raider quickly sprung up during the trial, with
photos posted of Julian from childhood through his high school athletic
successes.  Girls nationwide were falling in love with Julian, and one
group of teen girls even sought to start a fund-raising venture so they
could purchase Julian's lease of indenturement.

The thought of such a handsome, gifted, and sweet young man sentenced to a
ten-year term of servitude fueled the fantasies of men and women, young and
old, straight and gay.

When Casey and Lloyd checked in at the reception area, they were surprised
at how well appointed the reception area was, and at the politeness of the
female receptionist.

The receptionist got on the phone and summoned an attendant to escort Casey
and Lloyd to Julian's `holding pen'.  The term `holding pen' summoned
unpleasant images for Casey and Lloyd, and they feared that Julian was
probably being housed in some dank barn-like enclosure.  They feared that
they would have a hard time treating their old friend in a natural way
under such circumstances.

Casey and Lloyd were expecting the `attendant' to be some sort of stern,
uniformed, prison guard, weighted down with cuffs, a pistol and holster,
and a night stick; but the attendant turned out to be a pleasant young man
of about 30 years, dressed in neat, casual, business attire.  He was
gracious and introduced himself, "Welcome.  I am Steven Serano and I will
be your attendant here at Social Services while you are visiting with
Julian.  Please don't hesitate to ask me for any help you may require here
at the facility, whether it's finding restrooms, vending machines, or any
other such thing."

As they walked to Julian's holding pen, Steven spoke, "I am glad you came
to visit Julian.  He is doing well.  I know he will be glad to see you.  He
has been telling me about some of the great times you shared."

Casey and Lloyd were surprised.  The training facility didn't look anything
like a prison as they had imagined it would.  Rather it was more like an
office space.  There weren't cells in the area they were in, rather just
what appeared to be offices with typical wooden doors, with a window and a
blind.  When they got to an office marked #425, Steven gave a gentle knock,
and Julian could be heard saying, "Please come in."

Casey and Lloyd were not only greatly relieved when they saw Julian and his
`holding pen', but they were quite taken aback.  Julian was sitting in an
easy chair, expensively and elegantly coiffed, chatting and laughing on a
cell phone.  He gave an `I'll be with you in a moment' sign to his two
friends and Steven.

The so called `holding pen' was a luxuriously appointed room, with leather
furniture, a refrigerator, a large flat screen television, computer, a wine
rack full of wines, and fruit and nuts attractively arranged on a centrally
located coffee table.  On top of that, the room had a fairly good view of
Samish Bay.

There were no locks, whips, chains, restraining devices, to be seen, nor
anything even closely resembling such items.

In silence Julian first shook hands with, and then hugged, his two friends.
As they hugged, Casey and Lloyd both noted that Julian was wearing a
refined cologne; noted because they had never known Julian to ever wear
cologne.

The greetings were interrupted by a knock on the door; Julian called out,
"Please enter."

An official with Social Services smiled, "I'm sorry to interrupt.  How are
you doing today, Julian?"

"Oh, I'm just great, Mr. Clark!"

Mr. Clark, dressed in a suit, and pleasant and relaxed in nature, spoke,
"Julian, it looks like we have two clients who would like to meet with you
today.  A Mr. and Mrs. William Taylor, and a Mr. Baldwin.  The Taylor's
will be here within the hour.  Is any time best for you to meet with them,
Julian?"


"Oh no, Mr. Clark.  Any time is okay with me."

"Thank you, Julian.  By the way, is there anything you need?"

"I have everything I need, Mr. Clark.  Thank you."

Mr. Clark, smiled, gave a quick nod to everyone, and exited.

Casey, pleased at how well Julian was being treated, smiled, "Wow, you're
being treated like a celebrity, Julian!"

Julian beamed.  He too, like his friends, had been worried that he would be
treated and humiliated like some lowly beast once he had been indentured,
and wouldn't be able to ever again face his family and friends with
dignity.  But the entire indenturement process wasn't like anything he had
imagined and feared.

In fact his treatment as an indentured servant was the opposite of what he
had imagined, and at one point during the first days of his indenturement
he asked one of his handlers if he was being treated differently from other
newly indentured persons because of his fame as a Division One college
scholarship candidate.

The handler, Aaron Goldstein, laughed, "No, of course not.  A lot of people
think slaves are treated like animals.  Individual owners may or may not
treat slaves like crap.  But for Social Services, an arm of the US federal
government, the indentured are big time money-makers, and its goal is to
make sure that you guys rake in as much money for the system as is
possible."

"On top quality specimens, such as yourself, we do not submit you to
training, but leave you as sort of a clean slate so that the party that
actually purchases your lease can get you trained up in precisely the way
they want you.  No one is going to buy a slave that is cowering and
shivering in fear, and sweating like a pig when he's being examined."

"It is my job, here at Social Services, to basically pamper you and make
sure you have everything you need to relax you and help keep you pleasant
and happy."

For Julian, his handler's words, rightly or wrongly perceived, were an
indication that his existence as an indentee would probably not be as bad
as he had feared, and they effectively ended many of his concerns regarding
his future.

Julian, more to show his friends the privileges he was allowed rather than
because he wanted to be a gracious host, asked Casey and Lloyd if they
would like a glass of wine.  His friends were amazed that he had wine in
the room, and that he could offer it to them.  Casey and Lloyd accepted the
offer, and a smiling Julian proudly selected and opened for them a fair
quality red wine.

As Julian handed the filled wine glasses to his friends, he apologized to
Steven, "I didn't ask you if you wanted any, because you're on duty."

Steven smiled, "Of course.  I knew that, Julian."

Casey wondered, "Aren't you going to have any wine, Julian?"

"I can't have any alcohol until after 5 PM.  There could be clients who
might show up at any time and be interested in interviewing me.  So it's
sort of like a job.  No drinking on the job."

Julian and his two friends chatted happily, so relaxed were they by the
surroundings that the boys were soon laughing and joking like their old
selves, and inviting Steven into the conversation with stories of their
exploits, both on and off the football field.

After about an hour of visiting, Mr. Clark called Steven and told him that
the Taylor's had arrived and he would be bringing them over so they could
interview Julian.  When his friends suggested that they probably needed to
leave, Steven assured them that they could stay if Julian was okay with it.
Julian was happy to have his two friends stay a bit longer.

The Taylor's were an extremely attractive couple, William Taylor, 45 was
elegant, and his wife, Virginia, 35, was a knockout.  As Julian was being
introduced to the Taylor's, Casey and Lloyd made eye contact and gave each
other a `what a hot babe' eye wink.  Casey whispered to Lloyd, "I wouldn't
mind being her slave!"

The Taylor's were obviously pleased with seeing Julian in person, and their
smiles were wide.  Mrs. Taylor asked Julian if he could cook.  Julian
replied, "Not very well.  But I am a very fast learner!"

The questions sounded to Lloyd and Casey like the kind one would ask
someone being interviewed for a housekeeping job.

After about 20 minutes of questioning, Mr. Taylor spoke to Mr. Clark,
"Mr. Clark, we are impressed.  We would be interested in a `viewing', if
that would be okay."

Mr. Clark nodded, "Of course that would be okay.  That door next to the
bathroom door is the exam room.  We can go in there."

Julian gave a big knowing smile to his two friends, almost as if he was
looking forward to stripping and showing off his naked body for the hot
Mrs. Taylor.

Once the Taylor's, Mr. Clark, entered the exam room and closed the door,
Lloyd shook his head, "Boy, slavery sure isn't like anything I imagined!"

Casey shook his head, "Julian seems to really be enjoying the experience."

Steven laughed, "Yeah, some servitor positions are definitely better than
others, that's for sure."

After about 15 minutes, Taylor's, Mr. Clark, and Julian all came out from
the exam room, with smiles and laughter.  It was obviously not a bad
experience for Julian.

Mr. Clark spoke, "Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, since you did express an interest in
purchasing Julian's lease, and told me that you have to consult with a
business partner first, I need to let you know that there is another party
interested.  A Mr. Arnold Baldwin is arriving here from California, and is
expected to be here in about an hour."

Mr. Taylor recognized the name, "Arnold Baldwin.  Is that THE Arnold
Baldwin from the Baldwin/Fletcher Farms out in Fresno California?"

Mr. Clark nodded and smiled, "It sure is!"

A feeling of dread hit Julian, sudden and hard.  Lloyd and Casey opened
their mouths, shocked.

Mr. Taylor was impressed and looked at his wife, "Wow.  We better hurry and
decide.  I can well imagine why Arnold Baldwin would like to get his hands
on Julian.  He is now head of Baldwin/Fletcher Farms, and it has become the
biggest tourist attraction in Central California!"

Mrs. Taylor nodded, "My father took me there once when I was twelve years
old."  Virginia gave Mr. Clark a smile, "Boy did I ever learn a lot about
life that day!"

Mr. Clark led the Taylor's out of the `pen', but before he closed the door,
he reminded Julian, "Julian, Mr. Baldwin should be here within the hour, so
perhaps you could redo your makeup and redress your hair."

A preoccupied Julian answered, "Yes sir, Mr. Clark, sir."

Julian sat down, and no one said a word.  The Baldwin/Fletcher Farms and
canneries were world famous.  Billed as an agricultural amusement and theme
park, it is a place where children get to learn about human livestock in a
real life setting.

The main attraction and centerpiece of the theme park is a giant circular,
rotating, restaurant, set in the middle of an active multi-crop field,
where dining families can watch hundreds of naked, though fancifully
decorated, field slaves tend to the crops.

After several minutes of silence, Steven spoke, "Julian, perhaps you should
get yourself ready, as Mr. Clark instructed."

An almost dazed Julian walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Casey shook his head, "What a bummer it would be if Julian ends up at
Baldwin/Fletcher Farms."

Steven spoke, "I doubt if it would be a bummer for Mr. Baldwin.  Just
imagine what huge crowds Julian would draw!"

When Julian exited the bathroom, it was clear that he was preoccupied.  His
makeup was obvious, and his hair was not too neatly styled.  Steven was
gentle, "Julian, I think I need to give you some help.  Let's go back into
the bathroom."

Julian followed Steven into the bathroom.  Lloyd spoke quietly to Casey,
"Poor Julian is really worried."

Casey nodded, "I would be too if I were him.  Imagine ending up like one of
those field boys.  Especially when the whole world knows who you are!"

When Julian and Steven emerged from the bathroom, Julian once again looked
like a picture perfect model, though a preoccupied one.

Steven got a call on his cell.  "Okay Mr. Clark, I'll let Julian know that
you and Mr. Baldwin are on your way up."


To be continued...


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