Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 13:35:28 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 13

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


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When Jack Deeks found out that he was being counter sued by
Baldwin/Fletcher Farms, he froze. It was the most terrifying moment of his
life. He could not think, weep, get angry, or comprehend if he had made a
major error in initiating legal action against Baldwin/Fletcher. And he
could not begin to imagine what Arnold Baldwin must be thinking of him.

Jack knew that he was deeply in love with Arnold Baldwin before he went
ahead with the lawsuit. But he initiated the lawsuit because he believed it
was the right thing to do on behalf of his friends, Lloyd and Casey. Now
the fear that he had destroyed his relationship with Arnold by bringing a
lawsuit against Baldwin/Fletcher Farms was confirmed by the Baldwin
brothers' counter suit.

And a new fear now gripped Jack so strongly that he began to sweat. It was
something he had not considered before; if he lost his battle in court he
could end up being indentured and turned into a zoo animal just like his
friends. Whatever it was that they did to Julian, Casey, Lloyd, and to the
500 other males out at the Baldwin brothers' theme park to turn them into
compliant beasts of burden, he didn't want to have to find out.

It was all a nightmare. Jack could not process the fear he was going
through; but at the end of a very long day it was the pain of losing
Arnold's love that overrode even the fear of his own possible
indenturement.

***

Lloyd, standing at the feeding stall, from where servitors in training at
Baldwin/Fletcher Farms dine, read the note that was attached to his food
tray cover, `Today it is mandatory that you drink all three quarts of water
in your pitcher. To make it easy, we recommend that you take a drink after
every bite of food'.

Lloyd knew by now that he had to do whatever he was told, or else he would
face punishments that were not only painful, but also humiliating.

It was the humiliation of his situation that most unsettled
Lloyd. Everything about his new existence was humiliating to him. And
humiliation to the once proud footballer was worse than pain.

And the humiliations seemed to never abate; from having to stand at a stall
and eat like some cow at a feeding trough, to having to be naked and
controlled, constantly being spoken down to as if he were either not very
bright or an animal in training, being spanked like a child, being
monitored by teens, and soon to be working out in public, in front of
thousands of people, nude and tethered, turning a mill wheel just like
slaves in olden times.

He knew what the water was for; he had heard the other servitors in
training talking about it. Field boys are introduced to the fields for
their first couple of weeks of field service by being secured to a large
mill wheel. Turning the mill wheel is considered a good and safe
introduction for the field servitors' first public duty because it is easy,
requires no concentration, and it gets them used to public nudity because
the twelve new boys turning the large mill stone have their hands manacled
to the turning rod so they can't conceal their genitals in any way.

And every twenty minutes the wheel is stopped and each boy drinks a quart
of water. Then the turning of the mill wheel resumes. The boys have to
urinate while turning the wheel. It creates a great public spectacle, but
more importantly it helps the new indentees get used to their `animalness';
to not be ashamed of their status as field servitors, and to realize that
bodily elimination is just a natural part of livestock husbandry.

***

It was party night at the Norwood, Ohio, home of Bruce Wagner and Clarence
Thorpe, a handsome and popular gay couple. As Bruce, Clarence, and their
four guests were seated about the dining table having a meal, which they
all had helped to prepare, Bruce announced Clarence's and his upcoming
planned trip to California to visit the Baldwin/Fletcher theme park for the
grand opening of its newest attraction, the `Servitor Reward Station', or
as it was beginning to be popularly called, the `milking station'.

The conversation was immediately animated at the mention of
Baldwin/Fletcher, especially since ads were currently running throughout
the Midwest featuring Julian Raider.

A few groans were heard from a couple of the guests. Bruce smiled, "Yeah,
Clarence and I know all about the popular perception of that place. We've
heard all of the horror stories."

"But there was something about that classy ad that made us wonder, `can an
organization that created such a classy ad be so bad'?"

Everyone in the room had seen the ad by now, which featured Julian Raider,
who was known to almost everyone in the United States and Canada because of
the media blitz surrounding his indenturement. The ad featured the
extremely handsome former footballer dressed in clothes of the highest
elegance, which contrasted enticingly with his styled Mohawk, inviting the
viewing audience to come out to Fresno and watch him and `his five hundred
friends having a ball under the California sun'.

Several friends in the room chimed in with comments, "I saw that ad. It was
fuckin hot!" "I think the whole thing is a ruse. Julian is not really a
slave, but is working for the Baldwin brothers!" "Who doesn't want to go to
a zoo where hundreds of naked guys are worked like animals?" "I think it is
simply immoral!"

Bruce continued, "But we're also attracted to the Farms because Clarence
and I have been getting into some new adventures, sexually speaking."

There were guffaws and rude comments, but Bruce shushed them, "That ad
inspired Clarence and me to start talking about the whole S&M thing, about
tops and bottoms, and about spankings. And we found out that we both were
turned on by some of that S&M stuff and had never talked about it."

Bruce and Clarence's closest friend, Doug Smith, was forthright, "Hold on
there! It's one thing to do some sex play kinky shit. But taking it into
the real world and letting society think its okay to treat slaves the way
slaves really are treated by big businesses such as Baldwin/Fletcher is
simply turning a blind eye to the horrors of slavery."

Clarence nodded, acknowledging the comment, "Alright, we admit we're going
out there because we want to spend four days gawking at 500 balls-naked,
gorgeous, laboring, sweating, guys in prime physical condition. But Bruce
and I are just as anti-slavery as you are, and we intend to do a little
research while out there."

Clarence took a sip of wine, and then continued, "So far, my search for
info on the Baldwin brothers seems to show that the Baldwin's are really
very cool guys, and treat their servitors very well in fact! There is
testimony out there from former servitors that support that."

Doug shook his head in disagreement, as Bruce refilled his guests' wine
glasses.

***

Dunn Akers collected Lloyd from the feeding station and took him to this
training room, where he was introduced to a gentleman in uniform, "Lloyd,
this is Rob Phelps, a servitor control specialist who is going to get you
prepped for your time on the mill wheel."

Rob, dressed in servitor control specialist uniform of grey slacks with a
black stripe down each leg, black boots, a cream collared shirt worn
underneath a lightweight grey jacked, and peaked grey cap with a black
visor, put a hand on Lloyd's shoulder, "Well boy, this is your big day. I'm
here to get you harnessed, clipped, and cinched, for your debut out in the
field. He looked Lloyd over admiringly and then took a hold of Lloyd by his
large balls, "Wow, this is a pretty impressive set of man danglers you're
carrying, field boy! You're going to be one of our star attractions!"  Such
demeaning treatment and talk put Lloyd into his frightened mode, and
Mr. Akers sought to put him at ease, "Lloyd, Rob is the person who will
decide which herd you will eventually be placed in. Rob is of the opinion
that boys with low hangers, such as yours, are best put on display in the
trotting drudge teams. They are the boys that are harnessed together in
groups of four, and pull bales of hay and so on about the fields, while
marching in a fancy high stepping trot."

Lloyd shook his head, tried to protest, could not, and instead broke down
sobbing, "No, no, no. Please Mr. Akers; don't let him do anything to me!"

Mr. Akers said nothing and let Rob take control. Rob grabbed Lloyd by a
shoulder, "Stand tall and stop that whimpering! Stretch out your arms and
legs so I can get this harness on you!"

Lloyd did not move. Rob took the box paddle hanging from his implements
belt, and starting fiercely stroking Lloyd's ass with the hairbrush sized
discipline paddle. Lloyd was screaming after the first blow, and was soon
turned into a sobbing blubbering servitor. Only after about 20 very fierce
strokes did Rob stop and ask, "I'm simply asking you stand up straight and
tall with your arms and legs spread wide. Are you going to do that now?"

Lloyd bawled out his answer, "Yes sir, Mr. Phelps, sir!"

As Rob fitted the corrected and still sniveling servitor with the harness,
he asked, "I don't know why you new field boys don't just do what we
ask. Is getting fitted with this field harness hurting you as much as the
paddling I just gave you?"

"No sir, Mr. Phelps, sir!"

With the harness straps about Lloyd's waist, chest, and shoulders, Rob
gently grabbed Lloyd by the chin and spoke sincerely, "No one here wants to
do what I just had to do to you. Believe me! I hate having to whip a buck
stud like you. But if you will only trust and obey, you will never have to
get such a punishment again. Now can you promise Mr. Akers and me that
you're going to begin trusting and obeying those in authority over you?"

Feeling like an errant child, still sniveling and ashamed of himself, a
chastised Lloyd spoke from his heart, "I promise. I really, really,
promise, Mr. Akers and Mr. Phelps, sirs!"

Rob started to pet Lloyd on his back, almost as one would do to a puppy,
"What a good little boy you are!" As he rubbed Lloyd's back with one hand,
with the other he grabbed his dick and started pulling on it. The chastity
controlled servitor quickly erected, and Rob complimented him, "See, we
treat you nice when you behave!"

As he continued gently pumping Lloyd's footballer cock he explained, "We
need to get your rod nice and hard and sticking straight up so everyone can
get a clear view of your nut sack as you push the mill wheel."  Mr. Akers
commented on how quickly Lloyd erected, "It usually takes me a little
longer to get him jutting so hard."

Rob explained, "Well a big part of it is all that water we fed him at meal
time. What you're seeing here is partly a piss hardon. We like to march the
new boys out to the wheel all sporting massive piss hardons. The crowd
loves it, and then once we've got them hooked up to the wheel, and they
start turning the wheel, they can let loose with their piss. It creates a
nice fountain effect as all the erected boys finally start releasing all
that piss, and the crowds go wild!"

Once Rob had Lloyd fitted with his field harness, he put an elastic cinch
about the base of Lloyd's erected cock and balls, "This cinch keeps the
boys purple-headed hard for their time at the wheel!"

Rob then took two elaborate tit decorations, long slender bells that hung
from a light caliper chain, and attached them to Lloyd's tits by means of a
clamp. Lloyd let out a yowl, and Rob smiled, "You're beginning to look real
pretty."

Rob took a hold of Lloyd by his hand, "I'm taking you down to the groomer
boys now so they can put the finishing touches on you before you're herded
out into the field!"

***

Julian Raider entered Arnold Baldwin's plush bedroom, wearing a white silk
robe; and he was scented and groomed just the way Arnold liked his bed boys
prepped for bedroom service.

Arnold, wearing a blue robe, went up to Julian and embraced him, "Man, you
are so beautiful!"

Julian removed his robe, and stood naked and proud before his owner. Arnold
put his nose in Julian's armpit and moaned in ecstasy, "I could eat you."

Arnold then kissed Julian on the lips and their tongues danced
together. After a short tango, Arnold went to the bar and asked, "What's
your work duty for tomorrow?"

"I'm doing grooming and stable duty."

Arnold nodded happily, "Great, then you can have some wine!" As Arnold
opened a bottle and poured the drinks, he spoke, "Your pal Jack is suing
me."

Julian was surprised, "What for? I thought he had a thing for you."

"He did, and I did for him, big time. But I guess he felt duty bound to do
something for his friends, Casey and Lloyd, whom he believes were
entrapped."

Julian and Arnold looked at each other and smiled broadly. No words were
spoken.

As Arnold handed Julian his wine, he asked, "Did you know Jack was gay when
you were playing football together?"

Julian nodded, "We all suspected it. But it was no big deal to any of us
except Lloyd."

Arnold laughed, "Yeah, that kid has a bad case of the `straights'!"

Arnold and Julian sat together on the couch and took a sip of their
wine. Julian asked, "How is Lloyd doing?"

Arnold shook his head, "Not too well. Not a day goes by in which he doesn't
break down in tears and demands to know what we did to you and the other
field boys to make you so compliant?"

Julian wondered, "Well when are you going to do the `big one' on him? When
are you going to let him know how you turned me and all the other guys into
cock-hungry, dong-slurpers?"

Arnold laughed and put his arm about Julian, "You know how we are here. We
like to start off with traditional training techniques first. But we will
probably be doing the `big one' on him sometime before the start of
summer. As you know, he is going to open the `Servitor Reward Station' in
July as the first field servitor to be publicly milked."

Arnold patted Julian affectionately on the shoulders, "But what you do not
know is that I want you to be his milker!"

Julian smiled, "What an honor, sir!"

Arnold was pleased, "Yes, the opening of the milking station will be an
even bigger event here than your rollout was! It's already getting lots of
nation-wide attention."

Arnold playfully opened his robe to show Julian his large prick. Julian
made a licking motion, and grabbed Arnold's wealthy cock, "I better start
practicing my milking technique!"

Julian snuggled up to Arnold, still playing with his cock. Arnold looked
Julian in the eyes, and asked tenderly, "How are you doing, Julian?"

Julian whispered, "My name is `Poopee'. Have you forgotten?"

Arnold, somewhat embarrassed, stretched himself out on the couch, pulling
Julian along with him, "Don't talk silly. I want to know how you are."

As Arnold fingered Julian's nipples, Julian closed his eyes,
"Sometimes... Sometimes I feel like I'm in heaven."


To be continued


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