Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2013 20:50:39 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 16

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


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Morning meetings in the dormitory of the servitors-in-training were
relatively rare, and were usually held when the boys were freshly awakened
by their monitors, and often even before the trainees' protection pants,
usually referred to as `chastity diapers', were removed.  But this morning
the four personal trainers of the new servitors accompanied the six high
school monitors into the dormitory, and watched as the monitors woke up
each of the twelve slaves, and removed their chastity pants.

The thick chastity pants, which have a hard outer covering made of Kevlar
and steel fibers, render any attempts at masturbation futile.

Thus once the twelve servitors were naked and standing at attention, the
diapers and the morning need to piss insured that all twelve servitor
penises were super stiff and pointing straight up.

Dunn Akers addressed the trainees, all standing upright, with hands at
their sides and heads held high, "Good morning boys!"

The boys answered in unison, "Sir, good morning Mr. Akers, sir!"

Dunn smiled in appreciation, "You're all looking fresh and well rested."
After a brief pause, Dunn surprised the servitors with the frankness of his
next comment, "And look at those cocks, all standing as poised and tall
just like you!"

The boys smiled, and Dunn continued, "I want you all to think about
something relating to your erections.  You have not worn any clothes since
you first arrived here, five and a half months ago.  Think of how the
concept of public nudity was hard on you in the first weeks.  Now look at
you.  You think nothing of it."

"And think of how especially embarrassed you all were if you got an
erection.  And now it's not a big deal to you because you understand, or at
least know, that chastity control is an important part of life here, and
all forms of self stimulation and attempts at self-stimulation are a
punishable violation."

"We call it `chastity control', because it has become part of the common
vocabulary; but, as you all have been told by your trainers, it is not
`chastity' per se that we want to focus on or control.  In fact good field
service is rewarded with opportunities to obtain needed release.  It is a
major part of the joy of being a field servitor here at Baldwin/Fletcher
Farms."

"No, the reason you are fitted with chastity diapers at night is not to
keep you chaste.  The act of sexual release does not make one unchaste.
The reason for inhibiting sexual release in this phase of your training is
so that you can focus on each other, on the brotherhood of servitude.  You
are all brothers, and you have no secrets from each other.  And as brothers
you must love each other as you would your own brothers.  The happiest
servitors love their servitor brothers more than their own siblings."

"So what we, in fact, want you to become is something almost the opposite
of what it traditionally means to be `chaste'.  We want you to revel in
pure sensuality; it should be the focal point of your existence here at the
Farms.  Revel in your senses, take joy in the fact that you are naked and
beautiful; be in this way beautiful for yourself, for your brothers, and
for all who come to visit our Farms!"

"You will be serving unclothed, except for boots and, in some cases,
gloves, in the fields, eliminating in the fields, just like the beautiful,
sheep, lambs, and goats, which alongside you will be working with and
caring for.  You must be so proud of your life of sensuality that it
becomes infections; so much so that young men visiting Baldwin/Fletcher
Farms will be envious of you, of your freedom, and maybe wish in secret
that they could become a part of your brotherhood!"

Mr. Akers checked to see if his fellow trainers had anything to add, and
continued, "Now boys, in two weeks your training will be completed and you
will begin your service out in the fields, and will finally be on public
display for our visitors.  You will be full-fledged `adult' servitors, so
to speak.  And as `adults', you will be treated like adults, with the full
respect that adults deserve."

"And as adults, you will no longer be diapered at bedtime."

All of the boys had wide smiles on their faces.

Mr. Akers smiled back, and continued, "But as adults, new rules will apply,
and more will be expected of you."

"Do you remember what the rule was regarding masturbation when you first
arrived here?  You were told that while you were in training if you were
ever caught masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you would be given an
eight-minute paddling, and from that point on be required to be chastity
diapered at bedtime for the duration of your training.  And within the
first month of your training all twelve of you ended up getting that
paddling, and ever since have been diapered in the evening."

"But soon you will be fully trained, `adult', servitors, pledged to
obedience and filial devotion to your fellow servitors.  As adult
servitors, you will be allowed sexual release every 14 days if your record
shows no more than 8 demerits."

"However, if, as an `adult' servitor, you are caught masturbating or
attempting to masturbate, there are new consequences.  If caught
masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you will be punished with a
sixteen minute whipping with the non-abrading training whip."

"Now the eight minute paddling you all received was limited to your
buttocks.  You all managed to endure it, but all of you ended up hollering
and crying just like the baby boys that you really are."

"But the sixteen minute whipping cannot compare to that.  Your entire
backside, from your shoulders, down to your entire buttock area, and
further down to your upper back legs, are all targets for the training
whip.  So there's a lot more area of your body that will be receiving a lot
more pain.  If you ever have to receive such a whipping, you will not
forget it."

"And once your whipping is over, you will be put on what we call
`masturbation probation'.  During probation you will be allowed no sexual
release for three months.  If during your probation period you are caught
masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you shall be removed from field
service, be fitted with a permanent chastity device, and for the next 12
weeks be sent to work in the farm's cannery, out of public view.  Boys who
have worked in the cannery describe it accurately; hard labor, plain and
simple!"

"And the chastity device emplaced upon `adult' masturbators is not the
benign thing that you boys have been fitted with every night while in
training.  The chastity diapers you wear at night allow you to freely
erect, and all that they limit is tactile sensations from passing
through."?

"The chastity devise used on boys who fail `masturbation probation' is
called a `virginator'; it is a large, heavy, unwieldy, devise, and within
it your penis is permanently sealed into a steel tube that fits your
flaccid penis.  Because the `virginator' is quite impenetrable, and is
removed only once every 20 days for purposes of hygiene, it is therefore
necessary that those who wear it be catheterized.  So that means that you
will also have a urine collection bottle strapped to your lower right leg
for the whole time."

Dunn Akers asked the sullen looking servitors, "Are there any questions?"

One of the best behaved of the new servitors, a lad named Bronte, raised
his hand; "Sir, Mr. Akers, Sir, so at any given time the cannery is run by
guys who have failed `masturbation probation'?"

Mr. Akers shook his head, "Ah, good question.  Not quite.  Most of our boys
are well behaved and are quite happy with the way they are allowed release
on a regular basis.  So at any given time there are usually no more than
ten or so field boys committed to cannery duty.  The field-boys on
punishment duty work in the cannery alongside a mainly high school-aged
work force; it is a job that is highly sought after by the young work
force, mainly kids either in high school, or fresh out of high school."

And the reason it is so highly sought out by the young as their first place
of employment is because they are given training in monitoring the
field-boy cannery workers who are on punishment duty.  Having monitorship
and some overseership responsibility on their resumes at such a young age
will be a big plus for them in any future job searches."

None of the young servitors-in-training had smiles on their faces, since
for many of them the most difficult part of their training has been dealing
with their high school monitors.

Mr. Akers continued, "But there is no need to dwell on the cannery because
most of you will never end up doing a stint there.  The reason for that is
not only are you allowed release on a regular bi-weekly basis if on good
behavior, but the release you will experience is nothing like what you have
ever imagined or experienced before."

"The release session is a time in which intense bonds of brotherhood are
formed among you servitors.  You help each other to find release, and in so
doing you become one with each other.  And it is during your release
session where you boys learn to truly share your identity with each other,
becoming one with each other, and with the entire herd.  You boys will find
a family here such as you have never known.  There is no more beautiful a
sight, nor a more joyful group of men, than a loving band of servitor
brothers, blessing each other as they revel in the utter sensuality of pure
love."

The servitors-in-training were not exactly certain what Mr. Akers was
talking about, but it sounded better than talk of whippings and the
cannery.

The four personal trainers and the six high school monitors all had smiles
on their faces, as Mr. Akers continued, "And tonight you are all going to
get a taste of that brotherhood of love. Twice a week all 503 of our male
servitors gather in Celebration Hall, where disciplinary procedures are
administered to those who have racked up more than eight demerit points."

"Punishments are most frequently given out for swearing, back talk, gaining
weight, out of proportion body mass fat, improper grooming, and failing to
perform out in the field with conviction."

"And even though it is a punishment session, I think you will be surprised
at what a loving, bonding, and salutary, experience it is for the family of
field boys.  During the session, failings are confessed, punishments are
administered, and encouragement and support is offered.  Emotions run high,
with plenty of shared brotherly hugs and kisses, and tears of love and joy.
At the end of the session there is scarcely a dry eye in the room."

"But most importantly about tonight, you will be formally introduced to
your 503 brothers in service!"

***

When Jack Deeks arrived to meet his friend Rick at Flora's Cantina, the
first thing Rick asked him was if something was bothering him.  When Jack
asked why he asked such a question, Rick responded that he seemed
preoccupied, and not his usual confident self.

Jack explained, "I'm leaving for Fresno tomorrow.  Just for a couple of
days.  I have to do a walk-through with my counsel of the areas of the
Baldwin/Fletcher compound that I have been accused of violating."

Rick wondered, "Violating?"

"They claim I took pictures and videos, that such picture taking was
clearly prohibited, and that I failed to heed any of the warning notices."

As they perused the menu, Rick muttered, "I don't know why I even bother
looking at this thing.  There isn't a thing I would dare eat from this crap
joint."

Jack wondered, "Aren't you having your usual iced tea?"

Rick sneered, "Last time I had it was over brewed.  If I were in the health
department of this city, the first thing I would do is have this dump shut
down."

Jack laughed, "You're sure one heck of a snooty vegan for not being a gay
guy!"

Rick laughed in return, "You seem to know something about gay people."

There was silence as both Jack and Rick pretended to be interested in
reading the menu.  Rick set the menu down, and with a smile asked, "Jack,
you're gay, aren't you?"

Jack contorted his lips as if to say `Big deal, you got me!'

Rick answered the facial gesture, "We all knew it, and it was never a big
deal to any of us."  There was a moment's pause as Rick pondered the
exception, "Of course there was poor Lloyd, but I suspect that now he is
being forced to rethink a few of his views."

Both gave a smile, and Rick wondered, "Why would you ever have felt a need
to hide your orientation?  This is super liberal Bellingham, after all."

"You know as well as I do that in the world of sports, life isn't the
easiest thing if you are openly gay."

The waitress came, took Jack's order of two eggs over easy, order of cheese
grits, side order of bacon and toast lightly browned, and Rick's order, "I
want a glass of ice, a cup of hot water, and a tea bag, but please don't
infuse it."

The waitress looked at Rick as if he was not in full control of his senses,
"Infuse?"

"Yes, please.  I will make my own iced tea, so please don't put the tea bag
in the water.  I want to do it myself so I can properly time it."

The waitress collected the menus with a "Whatever!"

Almost as soon as the waitress had left, Jack grabbed his head with both
hands and started crying.

Rick, alarmed, touched Jack on the shoulder from across the table, "Hey
there, man, what's going on?  Jack, talk to me!"

"I can't do this anymore.  I can't do this!"

Rick stood up and went and sat on Jack's side of the booth, and as he put
an arm around Jack's shoulder asked, "What's wrong, buddy?  This is not the
Jack I know!"

Jack, so in need of emotional release, let it all come out without
thinking, "I don't know what I'm doing!  I can't save Lloyd and Casey.  For
all I know they did rape those slaves!  I don't know.  I can't do this!"

Rick whispered, "Hey, calm down.  It's all okay!  Calm down."

Rick hugged the weeping Jack, and held him tight, "I don't know what you're
talking about.  But no one is expecting you to save anybody!"

When the waitress brought the order to the table, she noticed personal
issues were going on, "Sorry to bother you, but here is your stuff."

Rick gave her a `thank you' nod, and once she set the orders down, she gave
Rick a quick love pat on the back.

Sitting in the booth next to Jack, Rick asked, quietly, "What's going on?"

And to Rick's surprise, Jack answered, "I love him.  I love him."

Rick was about to ask the question, but the sobbing Jack answered before
the question was asked, "Arnold.  Arnold Baldwin.  I love him so much!"

***

Arnold knew why his brother had summoned him.  Entering Retcher's office,
Arnold could tell at first look that his brother Retcher was not a happy
man.

"The little fucker from Bellingham is coming here with his goddamm lawyers!
What the fuck is going on?''

Arnold was his usual calm, "I'm pretty sure you know what's going on better
than I do.  Jack Deeks and a couple of his counsel members are simply doing
a `walk-through' of the contested areas.  I think we are legally covered.
Nothing to be alarmed about."

Retcher was not calm, "You think!"

When Retcher saw that his brother was not swayed by his emotionalism, he
was forthright, "Look, the walk through is no big deal.  But this thing is
going too far.  It's gotta stop.  We actually could lose this battle.  We
can't dare risk any negative news.  We're spending a fortune on our media
blitz regarding our liberal servitor naming policy, and we have already
spent more on advertising for the opening of our `Reward Station'
attraction than we ever have spent before."

"Our expenditures are paying off.  Our hotel is already totally booked from
the opening week in July through October.  We've never had such an advance
sell out.  But one bit of negative news could cost us a fortune."

Arnold nodded, "Do you think I'm not aware of the dangers?"

"Frankly, no!  Because if you were you would be doing something about it!"

Arnold said nothing, so Retcher continued, "Look, you love him.  Get over
your pride and apologize to Deeks for whatever in the hell you did that
offended him.  I'm not saying you should declare your love and beg him to
marry you.  All I am saying is that if you offer some kind of gesture of
remorse or love or whatever he needs, you could perhaps cause him to
wonder, and then to perhaps reconsider, and then perhaps to delay this
trial.  If you get him to give in even an inch, we win the day!"

Retcher repeated the words a bit more quietly, "We win the day!"

***

After being served their evening meal by their high school monitors, the
twelve servitors-in-training were instructed to get themselves groomed and
accessorized for their formal introduction to all 503 of Baldwin/Fletcher's
field servitors.

Before leading them to Celebration Hall, where they would be introduced and
then witness the punishments of errant servitors, Dunn Akers and the three
other personal trainers of the slaves in training reviewed the boys, lined
up next to each other and standing at attention.

Dunn Akers addressed the boys, "You're all looking good!"  He then turned
to his fellow personal trainers and addressed them so the servitors could
hear, "I think we have a new group of servitors that we can all be proud
of!"

The personal trainers all nodded and smiled widely.

Lloyd Reese would normally have been an embarrassed and worried mess,
decked out as he was with his body oiled, ear-ringed, tit ringed,
cock-ringed, scrotum-belled, and arm banded, but his distress was
overridden by the fact that all of his fellow servitors-in-training were
similarly done up, and more that something new and possibly exciting was
about to happen.

As the boys were led to Celebration Hall, Dunn reminded them, "Remember
boys, genuine smiles at all times.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  And
show full respect and appreciation to all of your fellow servitors.  They
are your brothers, they are your flesh, and you must love one another!"

When the servitors-in-training, accompanied by their trainers, entered
Celebration Hall, the entire room, all 503 servitors, broke out into
raucous applause as a welcome to the new members of the herd.  It was loud
and took the new servitors by great surprise.

And when about half of the servitors stopped their applause, and started
waggling their dicks at the new servitors, Dunn explained the action, "It's
a special sign of welcome that field boys use to greet each other!  They
are basically saying that they love you, and are happy to have you as their
new brothers!"

So much naked male flesh gathered in one place was a sight to behold for
the new servitors, and when half of the field boys started waggling their
dicks at the new servitors, as the others continued with their applause,
smiles of wonderment appeared on the faces of the twelve servitors in
training.

Lloyd and Casey too were smiling.

Lloyd was smiling in part because he was trying to hide from the sensuality
of the moment.  He could not understand why a palpable sense of the erotic
and forbidden was teasing him, or why he was being attracted to what he
would normally consider an outrage to his senses.

When the applause and dick waggling died down, Dunn Akers addressed the
assembly, "Greetings everyone, and thank you all for welcoming our newest
Baldwin/Fletcher family members in a such a heartfelt fashion!  When they
graduate from training in two weeks time, you will be 515 members strong!"

Hoots and applause again broke out among the `adult' servitors.  When
things quieted down, Dunn continued, "Today our newest members will get to
see for the first time the real love you all have for each other as we do
our bi-weekly settlement of demerits."

"I think you all know what these twelve brand new servitors must be feeling
right now, for you were once in their position.  They are probably thinking
of this as a punishment session, and wondering how could we possibly call
this a time of `love'."

"But, hopefully, once they leave this room tonight they will not only
better understand the special bond you share with one another, but will
begin to see that yours and their status as Baldwin/Fletcher field
servitors is indeed a very privileged one."

"Tonight we have seven boys who have racked up more than eight demerits,
and all have agreed to settle things with us."

"And there is one thing that is new this evening!  About a month ago you
were all given the option of choosing your own servitor name.  When the
change was announced, we received praise from across the country for our
decision.  Interestingly, as you all probably know by now, the majority of
you chose to keep the names you were given by Baldwin/Fletcher. Today is
the first day we are implementing our new policy, so tonight, for the first
time, I will be calling up those due for correction by the names they have
selected.  And in the future you will be addressed by all members of the
Baldwin/Fletcher staff by the names you have chosen for yourselves."

As Dunn called out the names of the boys due for punishment, seven
trainer/overseers stepped up to the portable punishment gurneys that the
trainers had set up.

Dunn called out the names of the boys to be disciplined with a pause
between each name, "Peter Grable, Arthur Hadley, Buzz, Neil Lampson,
Pepper, Adriano D'Arcangelo, and Whippy."

As each of the boys went up to a punishment gurney, their disciplinarians
instructed them on the positions they were to get into for punishment.
Dunn explained to the servants-in-training, "Their position on the gurney
is dictated by the type of punishment they are to receive, and the
implements to be used."

Three of the boys were simply bent over the gurneys and their wrists were
velcroed to the side of the gurney; two got up on the gurneys, reclined on
their backs, and pulled their legs up to their chest, in what is known as
the diaper position; and the remaining two got up on the gurney, prone, and
their arms and legs were velcroed to the gurney.

All of the new boys watched with interest not only those who were on the
punishment gurneys, but also the field slaves watching the spectacle.  When
they first arrived in Celebration Hall less than a quarter of the field
servitors were erect.  Now as the boys were being positioned for
punishment, more dicks started erecting.

When the signal was given, one by one each boy called out his infraction,
expressed sorrow for his failing, apologized to his fellow servitors for
letting them down, voiced a sincere and renewed commitment to obedience,
and asked for their brothers' help in staying on the path of honor.

Of special interest to the new servitors was that each boy up for a
discipline procedure was about to be punished with a different implement;
two straps of different lengths, a box paddle, a long paddle, two types of
whips, and a set of flesh pinchers.

Once the discipline session began, the new servitors were aware that for
all of the love expressed, the punishments were severe.  The howls coming
from those under chastisement indicated the pain was severe.

The buttocks and backs of those under correction quickly turned red.  And
two minutes into the punishments over half of the cocks in the room were
fully erect, including all of the cocks of the servitors-in-training.

One by one the punishments ended, with the longest, by two minutes, taking
eight minutes.  Although the punishments were severe, the trainees were
somewhat comforted by the fact that most of them were over within five
minutes.

By the time the punishments were over, the new servitors were aware that
three quarters of the field slaves were fully erect.  But what surprised
them more was that after the punishments were over, and the punished boys
were freed from their gurneys, the field boys went up to the freshly
punished and gave them hugs and kisses of deep affection.

All of the new servitors were aware of one thing in particular; none of the
servitors seemed to have any problem with their raw nudity, with their
erected cocks pressing into the cocks of the freshly punished as they
hugged them.

And in what was an almost unbelievable show of affection, many of the field
boys happily licked the sweat from the pits and brows of the punished.

Although Lloyd was almost breathless, he didn't know what to think.  He was
watching five hundred naked guys acting not just like animals, but the most
subservient kind of animals, herd animals; and they seemed to take absolute
delight in their subservience.  And it was the freshly punished boys who
seemed to be the happiest of all.

Lloyd knew all about fraternal camaraderie and the brotherhood between
teammates; he was after all a sportsman, one who had excelled in high
school football as a wide receiver that led his district in receptions two
years running, and he was regarded as a true gifted athlete and a loyal
team player. But the kind of camaraderie that was now on display before him
was a camaraderie that seemed, at once, wondrous, strange, and forbidden.
It was a mystery to him, and as such Lloyd was attracted to it in a way
with which he was not comfortable.

Lloyd found the spectacle so compelling that he feared, from the tingling
in his dick, that he might spurt uncontrollably.  When he looked down at
his penis he was horrified to see precum dribbling down his shaft.
Embarrassed he put his hands down to cover his emoting cock, but as he did
so he noticed that his fellow trainees were also leaking precum.

When Dunn Akers eventually asked the trainees to get into formation for the
march back to their dorm, Lloyd found himself frustrated at having to leave
the strange and raucous celebration before it was over.


To be continued


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