Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 09:06:34 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 11

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


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The morning business meeting between Retcher Baldwin, President of
Baldwin/Fletcher Family Farms, and his brother, Arnold, Vice President of
the Farms, most often started out over coffee with the brothers first
discussing family matters. Once family matters were covered, the discussion
usually moved to the subject of their previous evening's escapades before
moving on to business matters.

Retcher laughed about one their servitors, "So I said, `Bunny, I need a rim
job', and he says, `I don't wanna!' Then he says, `What you gonna do, take
me over your knee and spank me?'"

Retcher shook his head and laughed, "That kid's a little shit."

Arnold also shook his head, "You've been seeing an awfully lot of Bunny
lately. It seems like you've been having him up to your room at least two
times a week for the last two months."

Retcher, "I know. But he's a lot of fun. And he likes me. And he loves
getting spanked."

Arnold smiled, "Liking `getting spanked' is not really an ideal trait for
one of our field boys to have, at least from our standpoint."

Retcher and Arnold both laughed out loud. Retcher tried to make light of
the affair, "Bunny is a sweetie. I really like him."

Arnold cautioned, "Be careful of getting too close. If the other servitors
notice that we're spending too much time with one of their herd mates, they
get jealous and start acting like little girls. Bad for morale!"

When the morning social banter was over, Retcher moved on to business, "So
we're agreed, then, that we are going to make a policy change on the method
in which we name our servitors, and announce it with a press release. All
of it designed to show that we are leaders in the humane treatment of
servitors, and time the press release so it brings maximum publicity for us
at the same time as we start advertising the grand opening of the
Baldwin/Fletcher's newest attraction, the Milking Station."

Retcher and Arnold agreed, and finalized the plans for the marketing and
opening of the Milking Station.

As the meeting was about to conclude, Retcher brought up one more matter,
"Oh, what's going on with Jack Deeks? Have you begun proceedings against
him?"

Arnold was caught off guard, and paused a bit, "Uum, no, I haven't"

"No?" Retcher was surprised, "Why not?"

"I think the timing is not good."

Retcher was confused, "Timing? What are you talking about? We have his cam
contents showing that he filmed in two restricted areas of our grounds; on
our controversial movie set, and in our servitor hospital, violating our
servitors' `right to privacy'. What are you waiting for?"

Arnold had not carefully thought beforehand how to answer such a question,
"I don't know. I think there could be some legal problems. I don't think we
have a strong case."

Retcher was not buying it, "What are you talking about? Not only do we have
him filming our servitors in the medic bay, but we also have `reasonable
suspicion' of an attempt to do us harm by his filming our production
set. And we can advance on both these issues with our legal team."

Arnold tried to exit, "Yeah, I don't know about that. Let me look into it
some more."

"Listen Arnold, you're not fooling me. A couple of our overseers told me
about you walking all around the complex, for two days, with your arm
around Deeks, all gaga-eyed like a teen boy in love."

Arnold laughed from nervousness.

Retcher enjoyed catching his brother in his awkward situation, "Anyway, you
had your fun with him. Now it's time to move on. He's a perfect
specimen. And we're going to be needing at least three more herd
leaders. Archer, Slit, and Freckles, all will be completing their terms of
indenturement in the next two months. We need to get a move on replacing
them."

Arnold shook his head and made a hand sign indicating, `I'll get back to
you on that'.

Retcher shook his head, "And you just warned me about getting too familiar
with Bunny! You should talk!"

Arnold paused at the door, "Well there is a difference, Jack's not a
slave."

Retcher shook his head as if dealing with an errant child, "Not yet."

Retcher took a good look at his brother, "I will leave it up to you. But I
would remind you, he would be a most profitable addition to our stables! "

As Arnold opened the door to leave the office, Retcher called out, "And
besides, if you land Jack in here as one of our servitors, you could have
him all you want!"

***

Jack tossed in his bed, unable to sleep because of Arnold Baldwin. One
moment Jack was feeling an intense love such as he had never before
experienced. Another moment he was torn by the eroticism of Arnold, his
demeanor, the bulge in his tailored slacks, his fine physique, and his
warm, caring, and generous manner.

Yet at other moments intense feelings of jealousy would overwhelm him, `the
man owns 500 hot men just like Julian, how could he possibly care about
me?'.

But the most painful realization for Jack was knowing that he found himself
unable to act on behalf of his friends, Casey and Lloyd because he didn't
want to hurt Arnold. While Jack was not certain if he had evidence against
Baldwin/Fletcher to prove entrapment, he felt he did have some evidence
that he should at least bring before the authorities.

When he had conversations with his friends, Granger, Donny, and Sam, he was
disingenuous. He reported that he had gathered no strong evidence, made an
exaggerated case that Arnold Baldwin was a benign and caring overseer, and
that the servitors were all happy and loved serving at Baldwin/Fletcher.

And Jack never had any intention of revealing to his friends the fact that
he was wildly in love with Arnold, especially since his gayness was Jack's
well-kept secret.

As Jack rolled about in his bed, he thought about his lack of
forthrightness with his friends, and wept that he had acted in such a
duplicitous fashion with his free friends, and so cowardly in regard to his
enslaved friends, Casey and Lloyd.

Thoughts of Arnold Baldwin kept returning, and would not leave. He thought
of Arnold's complexion, his piercing blue eyes, his fine clothes, his
pretty ears.

Jack touched his cock and started to rub himself. More thoughts of Arnold
continued to bring Jack to a full-hilt erection. He thought of Arnold's
voice, his laugh, his good grammar, his scent, his shoes, his silver and
black Ferrari.

Jack suddenly took his hand away from his cock, shook his head as if to
clear his thoughts, and let out a yell; he couldn't believe what he was
doing. He jumped out of bed. He knew he would not fall asleep, and would
never fall asleep until he did what he had to do; call a lawyer and prepare
a case against Baldwin/Fletcher.

***

15-year old Brent Humphries, on monitor duty in the `servitors in training'
dorm, heard water running in the shower room. All of the servitors were
supposed to be finished with their showers promptly at 6 pm, and that was
almost five minutes ago. Dutifully Brent peeked into one of the stalls and
saw Lloyd Reese trying to get his rocks off through some furious fist
pumping action. He shouted in his adolescent voice, "Lloyd Reese, I command
you to turn off the water and step out of the shower!"

A distraught Lloyd did as ordered. Brent shouted some more, "I command you
to put your hands in back of your head, and spread your legs."

A shivering Lloyd did as ordered as Brent dialed up his fellow monitor;
Curt Morgan, "Curt, get into the shower room. I just caught Reese jacking
off!"

Curt arrived soon after, to see Lloyd standing as ordered, with his 18-year
old boner sticking out. Curt admonished the guilty servitor, "You should be
ashamed of yourself. What have you been told to do when you have an urge to
masturbate?"

"I was supposed to go to one of you two and report my urges, so you could
lead me in a round of exercises to help overcome my desires."

Brent gave a disgusted hand gesture to the shivering Lloyd and shook his
head, "Well, you didn't do that, did you? Therefore I'm calling
Mr. Akers. He is going to be very disappointed in you."

Lloyd called out a tearful, "No, please don't call him", but Brent ignored
him.

When Mr. Akers answered the phone, both Brent and Curt kept their eyes on
the errant servitor as Brent spoke to Dunn Akers, "Mr. Akers, Lloyd was
dawdling in the shower, and when I went to check on him just now, and I
caught him jackwanking in the shower stall! Fortunately I caught him in
time, before he was able to ejaculate!"

Brent finished his brief call to Dunn, and stood with his arms akimbo as he
stared at naked Lloyd, "Mr. Akers is on his way over here right now!"

As embarrassed as Lloyd was, anger got the better part of him, "You two
fucking punks! Like you never jack off! It's probably all you know how to
do!"

Brent quickly redialed his phone, "Mr. Akers, Lloyd just swore and spoke
abusively to Curt and me!"

Brent listened to Dunn's instructions, then took the phone away from his
mouth and spoke to Lloyd, "Mr. Akers wants you to stay in the position
you're in, with your legs spread and your hands in back of your head, and
in that position he wants you to open your mouth as wide as you can open
it, and to keep it that way. Do it now!"

Lloyd, frightened and defeated, obeyed the humiliating order.  Once Brent
finished the conversation with Dunn, he instructed Curt, "Mr. Akers wants
you to towel dry Lloyd off while he maintains the position he's
in. Mr. Akers will be here shortly."

Brent spoke to Lloyd as Curt began towel drying the servitor, "Mr. Akers
says you will be spending a good part of tomorrow choke-collared to the
wall by your balls for attempting to jackwank. And he also said that for
back talking to Curt and me, next week he's going to let us use you for
paddling practice as part of our young handler's certification."

When Lloyd momentarily closed his mouth in order to swallow phlegm, his
15-year old monitor, Brent Humphries, shouted at him in his teen alto,
"Keep your mouth open! As wide as possible!"

As Curt towel dried the devastated, naked, weeping, servitor; Brent
Humphries reveled in the satisfied feeling that he was an important part of
the social service network, and was successfully aiding in the corrective
discipline of an errant servant. Discipline that would help guide the
servitor to obedience that would benefit the entire community.

When Mr. Akers finally arrived, he wasted no time. He grabbed Lloyd by his
left ear, twisted the ear to get Lloyd into a stooping position, and
hurriedly pulled him along, reminding him, "Keep your mouth wide open!"

Before exiting the shower room with the wayward servitor, Dunn acknowledged
the monitors, "Thanks boys. Great work! I'm especially pleased you caught
him before he was able to ejaculate."

Dunn led Lloyd down the long corridor to his training office. Once in his
office, Dunn secured Lloyd to a punishment frame and proceeded to give
Lloyd the most severe ass strapping he had ever received since he was
indentured. He strapped Lloyd's ass with great force for almost ten minutes
straight.

When it was over, Dunn went to his kitchenette and poured himself a cup of
coffee as he let the devastated Lloyd Reese bawl his eyes out. He also made
a quick phone call to his assistant, "You may send Casey in now."

To those not sensitive to the issues involved in servitor training and
husbandry, Dunn Akers could appear as a cruel and heartless, sadist. One
who led the sensitive Lloyd Reese to trust him as one who cared about his
wellbeing, but who now had just mercilessly beat him for merely trying to
masturbate.

But Dunn Akers was anything but a sadist; he was, like all of the servitor
handlers employed by Baldwin/Fletcher, a master trainer who cared about his
charges and knew how to get to the very core of a servitor's being. Through
his skill in human psychology and mastery of a broad range of servitor
control techniques, Dunn had a long and successful record of leading the
indentured to happiness by helping them view their lot with a new and
broader worldview.

Once Lloyd's bawling had subsided to the sniffling level, Dunn went up to
the punishment frame, undid the bindings that secured Lloyd to the frame,
and hugged him tightly. "I am sorry I had to do that. But what have I told
you about the desire to achieve orgasm?"

Lloyd answered, "There is nothing wrong or bad with the desire to reach
orgasm, but I must first earn the right to ejaculate, and it should always
be shared with my brothers and the community."

Dunn gently rubbed Lloyd's back, "I had to give you that beating to let you
know that you need to be proud of who you are and of your desires. I had to
do that because I love you and want you to begin to experience new things,
and new feelings."

After a pause, and with a gentle voice, Dunn asked, "You believe me when I
say I love you, don't you?"

Lloyd, so desperately in need of something good to believe in, whispered,
"Yes Mr. Akers, sir", as he gave a strong hug to Dunn in return. Lloyd then
asked, with a hesitant voice, "Why do I have to share such a thing with the
other field boys and the community, sir?"

"Because we want you out in the field showing young, proud, strong, and
full of desire. A desire to share with others."

"Mr. Akers, sir, `share'?"

"Share your labor and your body. When visitors come and see that at any
given time half of the boys out in the field are erect and full of desire
to show off their labor and their bodies, it helps them to realize that the
herds are happy pleasing others in such a way."

Before Lloyd could express his bewilderment at Mr. Akers' explanation,
there was a knock on the door and Casey Young entered the room. He was
tanned all over, and fitter than Lloyd had ever seen him. He was naked
except for a pair of sandals and a decorative band about his left arm, and
a colorful band about his right upper leg. He went up to Lloyd and gave him
a big hug.

As he hugged his friend, Casey spoke, "I heard they caught you trying to
masturbate. Why didn't you report your urges to your monitors?"

Lloyd was taken aback at Casey's question, "I, I was too embarrassed."
Casey rubbed Lloyd's back as he responded, "There's nothing embarrassing
about having an urge for release. I would find it far more embarrassing to
have to get the kind of ass strapping you just got than to confess to a
natural urge, especially since that is what we are supposed to do."

Casey was beginning to be aroused, and squeezed Lloyd just a little more
tightly as he continued to rub Lloyd's back, "Come on bro, you have to get
with the program. Once you are ready you can join our newly indentured
brothers and me for our final training out in the field. All it takes is to
do as you're told."

Lloyd felt Casey's erecting cock brush against his own. Sweat started to
run from his brow and armpit, and Casey noticed, "You're getting nervous,
aren't you? You're starting to sweat. That's okay. Don't be
embarrassed. When all of us new brothers in training are out in the field
working together on some chore, and we all start sweating together under
the sun it makes our bodies glow in the sun, and the crowds love it!"

Lloyd wondered, "Why are you talking this way? What's going on, Casey? What
happened to you?"

Casey gently thrust his groin against Lloyd's, as Mr. Akers answered, "He's
doing what he has been instructed to do. He is trying to help you relax and
accept your new status. And if you just do that, we're going to let you get
some release."

Lloyd's tearful voice, which was no stranger to Mr. Akers' ears, returned,
"No, this is weird. This is not right. Please Casey, this isn't like you."

Casey held Lloyd more tightly and nuzzled his face into the right side of
Lloyd's face, "This is who I am now, and it is right and good, and you will
come to see that for yourself if you just relax."

Lloyd's voice broke, "Oh gawd, Casey! What have they done to you? What have
they done to Julian? How can you be this way?"

Casey was now fully erect and ran his hands up and down the length of
Lloyd's back and sides. Lloyd broke down in tears, completely lost, "I want
my mommy!"

Mr. Akers had never before had a servitor in training break down to such a
degree, but he answered in a soothing voice, "That's a good boy Lloyd. That
is who you should be wanting to please, your mother! But do you think your
mother would want to see her son like this, as a freshly spanked,
sniveling, jackwanker? No, of course not. She would want to see her
handsome son serving proudly with hundreds of other handsome boys bringing
joy to thousands of people every year!"

Lloyd closed his eyes and tears ran down his face. Lloyd appeared to Casey
as a child who needed comforting, and he whispered in his ear. "Everything
is going to be all right. You will see."

Even though Casey cared about his friend's unease, the scent of Lloyd
fueled Casey's lust, and he gently licked some tears from Lloyd's
face. Lloyd was strangely moved by the unexpected tongue kisses, and Casey
whispered, "It is so good to be with you again. You don't know how much I
have missed you."  Casey reached down and gently took a hold of Lloyd's
footballer sex pack. Lloyd let out a quiet shudder, "No!"

Casey gently fondled his friend's unit, and when Lloyd offered no further
complaints, Casey whispered a request, "Lloyd, grab my pecker. I need
release too! We can do this together."

As Casey humped, rubbed, and fondled his friend, Mr. Akers was pleased,
"Real nice work, Casey. Keep it up!"

Casey began gently pumping Lloyd's cock, "Come on bro, we have to do
this. We have to have fun and feel good. This is what we are supposed to be
doing."

Mr. Akers commented, "Casey is right, Lloyd. If you don't participate we're
going to have to put you in the harness. Would you like that? You can
either take it like a man or a woman. Don't make us have to put you in the
sling like some bitch sissy."

As Casey continued to affectionately rub and fondle his football buddy,
Lloyd pleaded with Mr. Akers to make Casey stop. When Mr. Akers questioned
what his greatest fear was, Lloyd answered that if his family and friends,
especially his little sister, could see him now he would die.

Mr. Akers used reason to help calm the proud new servitor, "There are many
things we do in our life that are not for the eyes of others. I bet you
never let your little sister watch you take a shit and wipe your ass. I bet
you never let your sister even see you in the shower."

"And your sexual evaluation on entering indenturement revealed that you
masturbated at least seven times a week, a bit below the average for
someone your age. So you jacked off almost every day, yet I bet your sister
never saw you do that, nor would you ever have wanted her to see you doing
it."

"And I'm quite certain you never let your sister see all those things that
you did to your girlfriend on a regular basis; those things which you were
so proud to tell me about during our initial interviews!"

Casey could tell that Mr. Akers words got through to Lloyd, and he
continued, "Bro, we are servitors `in formation'. During this period we
have to give up our egos and wills and let our overseers mold us into what
we are to be. And none of it is horrible or terrible if you just accept it!
In fact, just like with what I'm trying to do with you now, it's
pleasurable; but only if you accept your station. We are `in formation'
Lloyd, just like monks in a monastery. We have to do what we're told as we
learn to see things in a new way."

Lloyd's cock firmed up slightly and Casey continued speaking, "Once you
join our brothers and me and see everyone doing what they have been told to
do, seeing every one straining to be the best they can be, you just want to
be a part of it. You will see!"  "We are servitors whose leases are held by
Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. And that means that regardless of what you want to
be, we now are legally duty bound to obey our Baldwin/Fletcher
overseers. And that is our duty in life at this time. You will come to see
that it is so beautiful being an `obeyer boy'."

"I'm told that it is hoped that in a few days you will be able to join the
rest of us new servitors in group training. There you will see how we all
do things together and love working as a band of servitor brothers."

Lloyd's cock, completely against his will, was finally hard. Casey put
their cocks together and continued to gently pump both of them with one
hand, "In the morning all of us field boys do our exercises together. We
all have morning erections as we do our jumping jacks, and there is nothing
we'd like to do more than jack off. And sometimes some of us are so horny
that we shoot our loads as we're exercising. But being controlled, as we
are, by our most secret and strong desires bonds us together in a beautiful
way, and we feel as though we are true brothers. We are all bound together
in a chaste love."

Casey kept pumping both of their cocks together as he continued with his
encouraging words, "It's sort of the way I am feeling with you now, and I
think you are feeling too. Maybe a little bit?"

Casey could feel that Lloyd was finally rock hard, and his breathing
indicated he was highly aroused. Casey whispered, "Man, what a nice big
cock you have. It feels so good being joined to mine! You are making
Mr. Akers very proud right now, Lloyd."

Mr. Akers smiled, "You sure are, Lloyd!"

Casey turned to the side a bit to give Mr. Akers a view of his grip of
their two cocks, "Look, Mr. Akers, how big Lloyd is! I think he's happy."

Mr. Akers smiled, and Casey continued hugging Lloyd and pumping their
indentured footballer cocks together. He put his lips to Lloyd's ear and
whispered, "I love you bro. This is better than anything we ever shared on
the football field."

Casey licked Lloyd's chin, then whispered, "Now we're really going to have
some fun. We have to fuck, and I'm going to let you decide whether you want
to fuck me, or have me fuck you."

Lloyd trembled, "This can't be."

Casey turned his body so his ass was up against Lloyd's cock, "Come on
Lloyd, slip your cock up my ass. Give it to me like the ace footballer stud
I know you are."

Casey reached behind him and tried to guide Lloyd's cock to his asshole,
but each time he managed to get Lloyd's cock to his puckered hole, Lloyd
would back away.

Casey turned around, "Don't worry, best buddy! I see I am going to have to
take you instead. Kneel down for me on all fours."

Casey gently guided Lloyd into a kneeling position on the training
mat. Lloyd, so lost at what was happening, was compliant as a lamb as Casey
gently positioned him for his fucking.

Mr. Akers handed Casey lubricant and he gently slathered Lloyd's hole with
lube before lubing up his own sports rod.

As Lloyd sobbed out of confusion, Casey gently put his dick tip to Lloyd's
hole, and spoke quietly, "There is nothing to cry about, Lloyd. Can you
feel my dick tip kissing your hole? This is me communicating with you in
the most intimate way, and that is a good thing. A beautiful thing. We are
two brothers who will now be joined to each other in a special way."

As Casey gently nuzzled Lloyd's hole with his dick tip, he took one hand
and lovingly rubbed Lloyd's back as he continued speaking, "This is one
thing we learn here; to think of our dick tips as the center of our being,
almost as if it were our soul. That helps to make us proud of showing
ourselves off in the fields. So the visitors can see the very core of our
beings, our souls. It's why we are happy to raise our erected dick tips up
tall and proud out in the fields, showing the world our unrestrained
happiness."

Casey reached his arm around Lloyd's thigh, and grasped his plump cock. He
gently fondled his friend's package. Once Lloyd began to engorge, Casey
very slowly began easing his lubed cock into Lloyd's hole. Rather than
causing Lloyd discomfort, it had the effect of bringing him quickly to a
full erection.

"This is what we are now, bro, obeyer boys who have to do as we're
told. And we have been told to fuck each other. It is good to obey. We are
right now two obedient servitors, and it is a beautiful thing to be doing
as we're told."

Casey began gently pumping his hips, and he could sense, surprisingly, that
it was helping to bring Lloyd to extreme arousal. And when Casey's hand
brushed Lloyd's cockhead, it was slimed with precum.

Casey eventually began pumping with an earnestness to bring himself to
orgasm, and Mr. Akers stooped down to the two boys on the floor and grabbed
each of the servitors by the skin at the base of their balls and began a
gentle tugging motion. This had the effect of causing the boys, in unison,
to moan in pleasure.

Mr. Akers continued to milk the servitors' balls as Casey fisted Lloyd's
cock as he pumped away at his rump.

When Casey sensed that Lloyd was as near to an orgasm as he was, he
expressed his love, "Oh Lloyd, you are so sweet, so masculine, so fragile,
so beautiful! I just want you to be happy bro. Come on, you can do it. I
love you bro, I love you!"

Even though some tears of confusion still streaked Lloyd's face, he was in
a rare state ecstasy; the ecstasy that only the forbidden can bring.

As both footballers began to convulse in orgasmic pleasure, Casey put his
face to Lloyd's back, and excitedly licked and kissed his lower back, as
sweat from his arm pits fell on Lloyd's back. With his right hand still
pumping Lloyd's cock, Casey reached his left hand to Lloyd's nipple and
gently tweaked it.

As their ecstasy mounted in equal proportions, Casey and Lloyd both began
moaning in animal lust. Their chastity controlled lives rewarded them with
the rarest sensations of pleasure. As Lloyd began shooting spunk from his
enslaved footballer cock, he cried out, "I love you Casey!"

As Casey shot load after load of slave cum up his friend's ass, he could
only moan out his happiness that he was helping to bring some pleasure, at
last, into his friend's life.

Mr. Akers released his grip from the boys' balls once they shot their
loads, and went and poured himself some coffee as he watched the two
servitors happily and passionately embrace each other on the training room
floor.



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