Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 05:53:06 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 14

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


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As Rob Phelps, a servitor control specialist, gripped the harnessed,
tit-belled, and cock-cinched, Lloyd Reese by his hand and led him to the
prepping station, where the groomer boys would be putting the finishing
touches on him before he was herded out into the field, Lloyd began to
sweat from fear. He was adamant; he would not allow himself to be herded
naked out into the fields like an animal. He would rather die.

Even just the thought of hundreds of women, young and old, seeing his most
private parts was something Lloyd could not bear. He was saving his proud
footballer tackle for his future wife; and if his manhood were to be put on
public display, Lloyd was afraid it would destroy both his identity and his
worth.

When they arrived at the prepping area, Lloyd saw his eleven companion
servitors-in-training similarly harnessed, belled, and cinched. They were
all sporting giant piss erections, which, like Lloyd's, would not go away
because of the tight cinch about the base of their cocks and balls.

The groomer boys were decorating the boys with body paints, rouge,
lipstick, and affixing various ornaments such as earrings, arm and leg
bands, pompoms, and headdresses.

When a black haired, naked, groom approached Mr. Phelps and Lloyd,
Mr. Phelps introduced the groom to Lloyd, "This is Hunter, he is a member
of the threshing herd, but this week he is on groom duty. The groomers are
the boys who get the field slaves ready and decorated and prettied up for
their day in the field. All servitors here rotate grooming duty. And you
too, Lloyd, will one day be on grooming duty. You will find out that there
is a lot of variety of tasks here to perform, and we rotate them for you so
that you boys never get bored."

"Hunter is going to get you oiled, made up, and decorated, and then link
all of you boys together by a chain attached to your cock cinches. Please
cooperate fully with Hunter and do whatever he asks of you.''

Hunter looked the naked Lloyd over, did an approving `purr', went behind
Lloyd, put his arms around him and reached for his chest and did a sensual
rubbing of his tits from behind. Hunter commented, "Boy Mr. Phelps, Lloyd
sure has some really hot man tits."

Mr. Phelps smiled, "I know, and they are going to drive the crowds wild!"

Lloyd was stunned by Hunter's fondling of his breasts; but even more so
when Hunter put his cock against his buttocks, began doing a slow humping
motion with his hips, and said, "You sure are a super hottie. You feel
really good. I think everyone is going to love you."

Lloyd began in his tearful voice, "Mr. Phelps. What's he doing? Make him
stop! Please."

Mr. Phelps replied, "The duty of the groom is to help relax you, and to
make you feel and look good. Now you go along with Hunter and let him do
everything he has to do."

To Lloyd, his fellow servitors-in-training, all fitted with harnesses and
cinches and body decorations, with their cocks achingly piss-erected,
appeared as beasts of burden; especially in the way they were docile and
allowed themselves to be decorated in such a way without protesting. He
began to plead, "Mr. Phelps, you people can't go treating me like I'm some
farm animal, like I'm a horse. Please don't do this to me."

Mr. Phelps nodded to Hunter, who then reached his right hand down to
Lloyd's cock and began a slow jerking. Lloyd, surprised, immediately
stopped his crying. After a moment, Hunter offered comfort, "Now don't you
worry about a thing, I'm going to make you look great for your first day on
the mill wheel!"

Hunter took Lloyd by the hand and led him to his grooming station. Lloyd,
numb and defeated, stopped his whining.

At the grooming station, Hunter instructed, "Now spread your legs nice and
wide so I can get access to your chicklets."

Lloyd's voice trembled, "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm just going to attach some decorations to your eggs. I am going to turn
you into the most beautiful boy on the mill wheel!"

Lloyd's pride returned in full force and he shouted, "This is sick. I'm not
some show animal!"

Hunter gave a worried look to Mr. Phelps, who having heard Lloyd's shouts,
was already approaching the grooming table.

Lloyd, seeing Mr. Phelps approach, looked where to run. There was no place,
so he bolted towards a corner of the room, crouched on the floor, and
grabbed onto a support column. Hunter walked towards Lloyd and spoke
quietly, "Please come with me. Don't embarrass your team with such childish
behavior."

There was no response from Lloyd. When Mr. Phelps approached, he shook his
head, "All right, enough tantrums! We have to get you ready for the
wheel. Come along!"

There still was no response from Lloyd. Mr. Phelps, at this point, did not
have the option of corporal punishment because Baldwin/Fletcher Farms wants
all of the field boys showing a happy and smiling demeanor when out in the
fields.

As Hunter tried gently coaxing Lloyd, Mr. Phelps dialed Dunn Akers. He
walked away from Hunter and Lloyd because he did not want them to hear his
conversation.

Hunter was worried for Lloyd, as were Lloyd's eleven
companion-servitors-in-training, who were watching the scene unfold as they
themselves were getting decorated. Lloyd's companions all knew he was
having an especially hard time accepting servitude, and were worried that
Lloyd would now be severely punished for the way he was behaving.

When Mr. Phelps's conversation with Dunn Akers was finished, he walked over
to Lloyd, "Get up Lloyd, and come with me!"

Lloyd only took a tighter grip on the support column. Mr. Phelps shook his
head, "I'm not asking again." Mr. Phelps waited a moment; when Lloyd did
not comply, he reached down and grabbed Lloyd by the ear, twisted it
severely, and was able to pull the yelping Lloyd up into a standing
position.

As Lloyd started crying and asking what was going to happen to him,
Mr. Phelps, by means of expert ear control, led the bawling Lloyd out of
the grooming area, forcing him to follow him in a humiliating stooped
position.

As the ear-controlled Lloyd was forced to hobble alongside Mr. Phelps, he
was overcome with fear and cried out, "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Phelps!
Please don't do to me whatever it was that you did to Julian! Please, oh
please, don't turn me into a farm animal! I've been good. Don't do anything
to me! I love you, Mr. Phelps, please protect me and help me! I love you
and Mr. Akers, sir, I really really do! I am a man, not an animal. Please,
Mr. Phelps, I'll do anything you want, but not this. Please don't hurt me!
Please, somebody help me!"

Lloyd's eleven companion servitors-in-training were all very concerned for
Lloyd, and the mood was somber as they stood meekly as their grooms oiled
their bodies.

***

The first thing Bruce Wagner and Clarence Thorpe do on waking up in the
morning, and before getting out of bed, is to reach for their smart phones
and check their messages and the headlines. The handsome couple from
Norwood, Ohio, were very much in love, and as they read their messages with
one hand, their other hand fondled their partner's piss hardons.

Bruce moaned, "Don't get me off yet, I want a spanking first."

Clarence was annoyed, "I want to be the bottom today. You were the bottom
yesterday!"

Bruce was matter of fact, "I think I'm gravitating towards being a
permanent bottom."

Clarence spotted a headline and let out a "Wow!" He read the brief article
and spoke excitedly, "Get this, Baldwin/Fletcher is allowing their field
boys to select their own servitor names, or even use their real names if
they like."

Bruce wondered, "That made the national headlines?"

Clarence explained, "Only because the article mentions Julian Raider, and
wonders if he is going to change his name from Poopee. Poopee is a
superstar."

Bruce's mind wandered, "Do you think we'll be able to get Julian's
autograph?"

Clarence was only thinking of the significance of the article, "This means
we can tell our damn self-righteous friends they can stop making us feel
guilty about planning a trip to the Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. This proves
that Arnold Baldwin is a decent human being who runs an enlightened and
caring servitor farm."

Bruce sighed, "Oh man, I'm about to cum just thinking about what we're
going to be seeing out at the Farms. All those hot guys, naked,
cock-jacked, oiled, and prancing about like fillies!"

***

Arnold Baldwin entered his brother's office. "What did you want to talk
about? I don't have a lot of time. Akers wants me to join him in the
viewing area for the rollout of our new team."

Retcher sighed, "I won't be able to join you two. I'm meeting with Joel
Haberman, from our legal team, about our `little problem'."

The `little problem' was an uncomfortable subject for Arnold, and Retcher
knew it; but he pressed on, "Listen Arnold, there could be an easy way out
of these lawsuits. And you need to act on it. Jack Deeks loves you, and you
love Jack Deeks. So act on it! Go make love to him, apologize, and tell him
how hurt you were when you found out he was suing us, and that you love and
adore him, and want to marry him. That'll solve all our problems!"

Arnold thought a bit before responding, "The part that confuses me is that
I don't understand why he is suing us. Why didn't he just take whatever
info he had to the DA?"

Retcher responded with information of which Arnold was already aware,
"Haberman believes that his lawyer is counseling him that with a personal
lawsuit he can better 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. Although it's risky for him, it has a better
chance of doing us harm."

Arnold was firm, "And that's the reason I can't do what you are asking,
confess my love; because he, by his lawsuit, must have known how he would
hurt me."

Retcher looked at Arnold, and with a nod indicating to Arnold that he
understood his predicament.

***

When the door to the grooming area was opened, and Rob Phelps and Lloyd
came walking in together, the eyes of Lloyd's eleven companion
servitors-in-training were on them. And they were surprised at what they
saw. Lloyd, as far as they could tell, had not been subjected to any form
of harsh physical discipline. Rather he appeared calm and at ease.

While there was no smile on his face, he seemed more relaxed than they had
ever seen him. He walked up to Hunter, his groom, and stood in
position. Hunter smiled and patted him on the back. And when Hunter started
to oil Lloyd's arms, Lloyd smiled like a little boy getting bathed by his
older brother.

And when Hunter oiled up Lloyd's piss-erected cock, Lloyd spread his legs a
bit and jutted out his groin in pleasure. Lloyd's servitor-in-training
companions were pleased at what they saw, and it effectively cleared away
the somber mood, even if it left all eleven of them wondering what `they'
did to Lloyd.

***

Dunn Akers and Arnold Baldwin entered the private viewing area of the work
fields, each holding a water glass full of chilled Chardonnay. After the
announcement over the loudspeakers alerting the park visitors to the
rollout of the newest, freshly trained, field boys; Dunn and Arnold clinked
their glasses together.

When the doors to the grooming station finally opened, and the twelve new
field boys marched out with their heads held high, their faces beaming with
smiles, their oiled bodies gleaming in the sun, and all of them tethered
together by their purple-headed, up-jutting, piss-erected cocks, the crowds
screamed and applauded. As the boys marched their way to the wheel, the
brightly colored pompoms hanging from their ball sacks gently swayed, and
the bells attached to their ears, nipples, and cockheads, sweetly jingled.

Adding to the sensual allure of the moment were the grooms who accompanied
the new boys to the mill wheel. They too were smiling as they walked
alongside the new boys, encouragingly patting them on the back, giving them
the approving `thumbs up' sign, and affectionately giving gentle tugs to
their sperm loaded scrotums.

The grooms positioned the new boys around the mill wheel. Although all of
the boys were connected together by a single cord which attached to their
cock cinches, once at the wheel the grooms secured each boy to the mill
wheel with a chain that ran from the boys' harnesses to a bolt in the mill
wheel.

Arnold beamed, "I love seeing the new boys getting chained to the mill
wheel. It lets them know what they really are. This is their special
moment. And it always gets me hard!"

Dunn smiled, turned towards Arnold, and pointed to his groin to show him
that underneath his slacks he was also hard. They laughed.

Once the mill wheel overseer saw that the boys were all secured, he gave
the order for them to start turning the wheel. Once the wheel started to
turn, the crowd yelled and applauded their approval.

Arnold commented, "Boy, that Lloyd sure has some hot man tits on him!"

Dunn took a sip of wine and smiled, "Yeah, and he's got a pretty nice set
of man danglers on him as well!

Arnold suggested, "We should train them so they hang even lower!"

Dunn nodded, "If you want me to do that, I can fix him up with ball
stretchers starting this evening."

"Great! Do it!" Arnold took a sip of wine, and then commented, "Looks like
he's holding up. Good work, Dunn!"

"Thanks, but there was a problem. Rob Phelps called me from the grooming
room because Lloyd was having a major break down, so I gave him an okay to
give Lloyd a taste of the `big one'.

Arnold smiled again, and patted Dunn on the back, "Well its working! Look
at Lloyd down there pushing the wheel, showing off his nice muscles, and
comporting himself like a super obedient little slave boy!"

Dunn nodded, "It's a beautiful sight finally seeing Mr. Mommy's Boy all
naked and exposed to the world."

When the first servitor who could no longer hold in his piss finally
started releasing the stream from his up-jutting, piss-erected, cock, the
audience hooted and howled their approval.

Arnold was in his element, "I never grow tired of this scene. I just love
seeing the new boys doing their first public elimination."

Dunn agreed, "It's something I never tire of seeing either, and doubt if I
ever will."

Once the first boy had started peeing, the others were finally more relaxed
about it and soon all of the boys were releasing their streams from their
erected cocks simultaneously. Since they all had an urgent need to piss,
their streams were powerful, and their piss streams landed on the backs,
butts, and legs of the boys in front of them on the mill wheel. The
audience was a din of applause, hoots, whistles, and howls.

After the boys had completed their first public elimination, their cocks
did not deflate. Although the cock cinches each boy sported helped maintain
their erections, new field boys in such situations tend to remain erect for
a variety of reasons. The main reason is that all Baldwin/Fletcher boys are
chastity controlled to a serious degree, and all of the new boys are denied
release for forty days before their first public appearance.

But it is not just enforced chastity that keeps all of them erect. Some
young men erect out of sheer humiliation; some erect at the very fact that
they are appearing nude in public before so many women; some erect out of
the sheer animal magnetism of the moment; and, for an unabashed few, it is
sheer pleasure to be showing off their prime-of-life bodies to the admiring
crowds.

When Dunn and Arnold finished their wine, Arnold gave Dunn a hug, "Thanks
for your great work with our new herd. They're splendid!"

"And since you had to give Lloyd a taste of the `big one', let me know when
you plan on giving him the final treatment. I want to be there!"



To be continued


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