Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2013 15:19:31 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 12

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


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When Arnold Baldwin found out about Jack Deeks' lawsuit against
Baldwin/Fletcher Farms, he was hurt, upset, and very confused.

When Retcher Baldwin found out about the lawsuit he was angry, as well as
confused, "What in the hell was his lawyer thinking? Did he think that we
were trying to entrap him on a rape charge? They don't have a case against
us. Surely they must know we make our boys available to guests on a regular
basis. I just don't get it."

Arnold answered, "Joel Haberman, from our legal team, thinks what they are
trying to do is force the issue of a `suspicious thread' based upon
probable cause, and from that make the case that we used illegal entrapment
methods on Lloyd and Casey."

Retcher was loud, "Well fuck him, I say `Bring it on, Jackass!' We have him
on surveillance footage not only filming our servitors in the medic bay,
which is a serious violation of patients' privacy rights, but we also have
him filming our production set, and both of those areas have plenty of
signs forbidding recording devices of any kind. Clearly he intended to
undermine us and do harm to Baldwin/Fletcher Farms."

Retcher, seeing that Arnold was preoccupied, asked in a quieter voice, "Are
you still in love with that bastard?"

Arnold didn't answer. Retcher gave his brother a tap on the shoulder and
exited.

###

Both Lloyd Reese and his two 15-year old monitors, Curt Morgan and Brent
Humphries, had been briefed before hand on the protocols for the monitors'
hands-on physical discipline training session in which Lloyd would be their
practice disciplinee.

Firms that employ a large number of servitors, often make their servitors
who have racked up demerit points available to the state's various
overseers', handlers', and monitors', training programs. Lloyd was selected
as the practice disciplinee for his monitors by his trainer, Dunn Akers,
after Lloyd had spoken abusively to his two young monitors after they
caught and reported him attempting to masturbate in the shower.

As Mr. Akers poured himself some coffee, he had Lloyd standing nude and at
attention as they awaited the arrival of the two monitors. After he took
his first sip, he spoke to the nervous servitor, "Don't you worry, Lloyd,
this isn't going to be anything severe. And remember to think of this as a
positive event; you will be offering a direct hand in the training of two
young men applying for their junior servitor handler permits."  When Curt
and Brent arrived they greeted Mr. Akers with big smiles. Mr. Akers got
down to business, "This is your big day, boys! Remember to follow all of
the procedures we have discussed, and to comport yourselves in a
professional manner at all times."

"Always speak respectfully to the servitor when giving orders. Remember
that one does not effectively correct errant servitor behavior with shouts
and verbal threats. If you use such tactics, the servitor will just see you
as a power hungry bully. So, instead, always comport yourself in such a way
as to show the servitors that you care about them, and that you are hurt
that they have misbehaved. That way you gain not only their trust, but they
will eventually come to a point where they will want to please you."

Mr. Akers picked up a paddle, "You two will be using what is called a `box
paddle', and it is basically a large hairbrush-sized discipline
paddle. Because it is quite an intense instrument, it is important that you
stay strictly within the allowable stroking areas of Lloyd's buttocks and
legs. So remember to never go higher than three quarters of the way up the
rump. It is always safer to apply strokes to the lower rather than the
upper buttocks. And remember the entire back sides of the upper legs, as
well as the inner thighs, are all prime spanking and paddling areas as
well."

"Make sure that, with each stroke, you continuously move your paddle up and
down the whole length of the buttocks and upper back legs."

Mr. Akers smiled at the monitors, and both Brent and Curt were nervous, for
they knew what Mr. Akers would next be asking them to do.

Mr. Akers nodded at the monitors, "Okay boys, as we have discussed, we are
going to be following classic overseer training by having you two get `rod
naked'."

"High-end servitor trainers, when doing intense training with their
charges, frequently get completely naked, except for their boots and
training whip. It gives them a better sense of control in that it allows
them to better pick up more directly the emotional vibes and body signals
coming from the servitor under their guidance, and in that way they can
better achieve pinpoint control of their servitor."

"And while you, as junior servitor handlers, will never be doing any
training of servitors, it is a tradition in the Social Services industry to
let all trainees who are getting their first hands-on discipline
experience, to follow the grand and long standing tradition of high-end
trainers and do it `rod naked'. It's sort of an introduction to the
brotherhood of overseership."

"So if you two boys would remove your clothing, put on your boots, and grab
your paddles, we can get started."

Curt and Brent, though nervous, removed their clothing as instructed, put
on their boots, and both kept one hand in front of their sex units as they
reached for their paddle.  Mr. Akers didn't like the boys' timidity, "Come
on boys, don't be ashamed to stand tall, with your chest and groin sticking
out, proud to be showing off that you are two young servitor handlers in
training!"

When both monitors jutted out their chests and groins, Mr. Akers
complimented them, "You're looking good! Stand tall and be proud. Chin up
and smile! Take a firm grip of your paddle. Tense up all your muscles. Show
that you are in control! There's nothing to be ashamed of, and everything
to be proud of! It's all just a part of delivering effective guidance,
training, and discipline, to the indentured."

Both young monitors began to relax in their `rod naked', on-display,
condition and felt the pre-paddling ceremony gave weight to the moment. The
emotion of the moment provided a `right of passage' sensibility to the
young handler trainees, and their young dicks plumped up a bit due to the
raw-animal intensity of the moment.

The two young monitors' cocks were nowhere near the size of the 18-year old
footballer they were about to paddle; but they didn't care, for they felt,
at last like real men. And with their newly endowed authority they were now
beginning to relax and look forward to their first servitor discipline
training session, which would eventually help them obtain their state
certified `Junior Servitor Handler' permits.

Mr. Akers looked at Lloyd, "Lloyd, now it's time for you to offer your
apology to Curt and Brent."

As instructed, Lloyd went up to the two nude young men holding paddles and
knelt down before them. With his head at the level of his monitors' cocks,
Lloyd spoke, "Mr. Curt Morgan and Mr. Brent Humphries, sirs, I am sorry for
the hurtful and abusive things I said to you in a fit of anger. Sirs, I am
truly sorry for my behavior, and ask for your forgiveness. I promise to
never again speak to you in a rude or inappropriate manner. Sirs, thank you
sirs."

Both Curt and Brent answered, almost in unison, "Thank you, Lloyd. I accept
your apology."

Curt took a seat in the spanking chair, and Mr. Akers ordered Lloyd to get
over his lap. Curt began paddling somewhat tentatively, and when, on the
fourth stroke, Curt actually landed a blow with some force, Lloyd hopped
aside and fell to the floor.

Mr. Akers laughed, ordered Lloyd back over Curt's lap, and instructed Curt,
"With your left hand reach under and grasp Lloyd's balls. If he begins
bucking away, just begin a slow squeeze. That will usually keep a servitor
in position.

Curt resumed the paddling, and when after three more blows Lloyd began
crying, and begging for the paddling to stop, both Curt and Brent began to
erect. And Lloyd's crying prompted Curt to deliver blows with even greater
force.

Having a servitor under his control, one who was older than he was, and
getting him to break down in a sobbing fit, touched Curt to the core of his
being; for he realized that he was now an important and respected part of
adult society, one who was effectively helping guide and discipline the
servitor population. The excitement of the moment caused the teen monitor
to start sweating rather profusely as his dick oozed precum. Curt felt, at
last, like a man.

Each stroke of the paddle caused more precum to flow out of Curt's erected
teen pole, and as Curt excitedly paddled Lloyd, and as Lloyd jumped and
wiggled, their dicks thrashed together, and soon Lloyd's servitor cock was
sloshed in the precum of his teen disciplinarian.

After a total of almost five minutes over Curt's lap, just about as Curt
was beginning to fear he may start cumming involuntarily, Mr. Akers called
for the paddling to stop. He praised Curt's efforts, "Very good work! You
really caught on quickly to some deft scrotal control techniques."

When Lloyd got off of Curt's lap, Curt's stiffy was sticking straight up,
and was visible to Mr. Akers and to Brent, whose own erection was not quite
as advanced as Curt's. Mr. Akers sought to put the two embarrassed monitors
at ease, "As you can see from Curt's reaction to disciplining a servant,
controlling and guiding servitors can give one a nice feeling all
over. There's nothing for you two boys to be ashamed of. Show some self
confidence now; hands at your sides and stand tall and proud!"

Both young monitors did as ordered, and exposed themselves in their full
glory, with Curt's teen dick sticking straight up, swaying from side to
side across his belly. Mr. Akers' words of encouragement to the monitors
had the effect of making the two monitors stop wishing away their
erections, and soon Brent's boy tube was also pointing straight up against
his belly. Mr. Akers gave a nod and a smile, and instructed Brent to take
the spanking chair.

As Lloyd got over Brent's lap, Brent's erected cock, a good inch bigger
than Curt's, was in the way, and Mr. Akers gave him a helpful tip, "Just
stick it between Lloyd's legs."

Brent began the paddling with rather light strokes, just as Curt had begun,
but his force did not increase. When Lloyd began to jump a little, Brent
reached under and grasped Lloyd by his balls, and it calmed the errant
servitor down.

Brent was surprised when his erected dick rubbed against Lloyd's for the
first time, for he could feel through his dick that Lloyd's dick was slimed
with Curt's precum ooze. The very thought that his dick was also now
getting slimed by his buddy and co-monitor's precum turned his dick to the
hardest he had ever experienced in his young life.

Because the beating from Brent, up to this point, was not so severe, the
feeling of Brent controlling him by his balls as he paddled him, allowed
Lloyd to think of the humiliation he was going through. He wondered if when
he was eventually set free from indenturement, if he would ever be able to
face his friends and family again with any sense of dignity. Lloyd was
certain that if any one of his friends or family could see him now, or even
learn of the humiliating treatment he was going through over the laps of
his young monitors, he felt for sure he would die of embarrassment.

After a while, Brent began delivering more forceful blows, and by the end
of his second five-minute paddling session, Lloyd was bawling from both
humiliation and the pain in his behind.

Lloyd's sobbing insured that the two teen monitors were still sweating and
oozing precum even after the discipline session was over, and prevented
their cocks from deflating even as they were getting dressed. Once dressed,
with their trousers tenting, Mr. Akers thanked them and told them they each
had received a passing grade for today's lesson in offering corporal
punishment.

Once Mr. Akers was alone with Lloyd, he went up to him, and started rubbing
a soothing lotion into his sore behind with his left hand, and with his
right hand he slowly jacked Lloyd to an erection. Such shows of affection
from Mr. Akers were part of the re-sexualization treatment given to
heterosexual servitors at Baldwin/Fletcher.

When Mr. Akers said in a soft voice, "You took your paddling very well. You
made me happy. What a good little servitor you are. You are making me so
proud of you," much of Lloyd's tension was released. Mr. Akers words had
the effect of soothing the much-in-need-of-soothing Lloyd, and he threw his
arms about Mr. Akers and hugged him.

As Mr. Akers continued jacking Lloyd, he noticed a good size gob of precum
on Lloyd's dick tip. He gathered it up on his finger and brought his finger
to Lloyd's lips, as he continued slowly jacking the footballer. With his
finger in front of Lloyd's lips, he spoke a gentle command, "Open your
mouth now, and I want you to suck my finger clean."

Lloyd, so near to cumming, and so desperately in need of cumming, did as
ordered, in the hope that Mr. Akers would keep jacking him to an
ejaculation.

Mr. Akers was somewhat surprised that Lloyd, for once, did as ordered
without breaking down into a bawling fit.

Once Lloyd had licked Mr. Akers fingers clean, Mr. Akers sensed that Lloyd
was near to ejaculating, so he immediately stopped jacking his cock, and
quickly did a gentle squeeze with his thumb and index finger to the
mushroom tip of Lloyd's cock. The action had the effect of immediately
quelling the rising orgasm in Lloyd's loins.

He then led the frustrated Lloyd to the changing table, laid him out,
fitted him with a chastity diaper, locked it on, and told him to go join
the other servitors-in-training for lunch at the servitor feeding stalls.

Mr. Akers had some good news for Lloyd just as he was about to exit the
office, "After your feeding, you and all of the other servitors in training
are making your first appearance today out in the fields!"

It was not good news to Lloyd, especially as Mr. Akers continued with his
explanation, "We're going to oil you boys up, get you decorated real
pretty, and then get you harnessed up to the mill wheel. The mill wheel is
where we put boys to work for their first time out in public view. It's an
easy task that takes no training, and doesn't require much in the way of
concentration. It's a good way to get you used to public exposure in a way
that prevents you from trying to cover yourselves or get away from public
view."

Lloyd dreaded facing what seemed like a humiliation even more extreme than
his paddling by the two young monitors. As Lloyd made his way to the
feeding stalls, he lost his appetite.

To be continued

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