Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 07:22:31 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 17

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


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Dunn Akers entered the communal training room to find the 12
servitors-in-training heatedly discussing something.  They immediately
quieted when they saw Dunn, who wondered what was going on, "Wow boys,
what's going on?  What's the hot topic?"

No one said anything, so Dunn encouraged them, "Oh come on!  Tell me what
you were talking about.  You know you're free to discuss anything you want
among yourselves!"

Dunn could see that the boys seemed eager yet somewhat hesitant to broach
the subject, so he gave an amusing `come hither, give me what you got'
signal with his hands.  It had the intended effect, and one voice called
out, "When we had our trial public exposure day out turning the mill wheel,
some of the field boys told us about the `big one' that was coming up for
us.  They said we wouldn't be the same afterwards."

Dunn smiled, "Oh dear!  Those field boys will be field boys!  What they
were doing, I know from experience, was simply having a little fun trying
to scare you trainees.  It happens with every new crop of trainees.  They
tease them all the time!"

Lloyd was emboldened and called out, "No, I know something must happen in
order to so dramatically change someone.  You do something to them.
Because I knew Julian, and he was not a homo before this!  You did
something to change him."

Dunn laughed, "Do you think Julian is now a homosexual?  Gosh, if we have
the power to change a person's sexual orientation, then Baldwin/Fletcher is
in the wrong business.  If that were the case, we should be in the business
of psychiatry rather than agriculture."

Another boy in training called out, "What I saw in Celebration Hall, for
the settlement of demerits punishment, was not normal.  I saw 500 guys, all
of them naked, and most with erections, happily hugging each other, happily
watching the punishment session, and most of those receiving the punishment
seemed to be the happiest of all.  That is not normal!"

Dunn, nonplussed, responded, "I would like to believe our servitors are
happy because they simply feel more free than they have ever been before.
And I would remind you that most of you were erect as well."

"I know what goes on during the so called `big one', I assure you, and I
can guarantee you that nothing is done to try and affect a change in
anyone's sexual orientation."

"The `big one' is simply a final test and tweaking to ensure that you are
ready for public service, for being on display for our park's visitors.
The reason all of you are still in training with Baldwin/Fletcher at this
point is because your personal trainers and overseers believe you have what
it takes to be successful, prime specimen, field workers."

"If any of you, for example, are having issues of resentment with your
indenturement, are too shy for public service, or are a behavior risk, our
so called `big one' will simply spot your weaknesses, and hopefully
ascertain whether or not they are correctable, so that we don't have to
sell you off.  But I assure you, the `big one', no matter how our field
boys tried to scare you, is one, very benign, process!"

Lloyd was emboldened by Dunn's usual show of tolerance, "No!  You did
something to Julian, and I want to know what you did to him to turn him
into what he now is!"

Dunn, who knew Lloyd better than his own mother, smiled, "Since my words
seem unable to convince some of you, let me inform you that in six weeks
from now you will all be discovering for yourselves what we did to Julian,
and all of the others.  For that is the day we are going to be doing the
`big one' on all of you!"

The words filled all of the trainees with a sense of curiosity,
restlessness, and something near to dread.

As Dunn watched the naked trainees put on their field boots and gloves to
attend their group field training session, he was satisfied with the way he
had responded to their concerns.

Dunn led the trainees out into the exercise yard, a huge field-boy training
area that was completely out of public view.  The trainees were surprised
to see that three other overseers were waiting for them, along with several
goats, sheep, and lambs, and four large guard dogs.

Dunn addressed the twelve servitors in training, "Boys, as you know you
will be working out in the field with hundreds of your brothers, as well as
many common farm animals.  And to help keep all of you in line we employ
guard dogs.  They alert our overseers if they see you engaging in behavior
you shouldn't be, such as stalling at your task, or too much horsing
around.  And they also alert your overseers if you or the animals they
guard move into areas that are out of your limits."

"The dogs we employ are of two breeds, Rottweilers and Great Pyrenees.
They are the most reliable and trustworthy of the livestock guardian
breeds, so you boys will be in good care with their watchful eyes."

When Dunn began speaking, Lloyd, soon after, began to tremble and quietly
whimper.  As Dunn continued speaking Lloyd's trembling and whimpering
gradually increased, and at about the time others began to notice his
distress, Lloyd crumbled to the ground, and curled himself into a ball as
he continued shivering and moaning.

Dunn called out, alarmed, "Lloyd, what's wrong?"

Heck Watson pulled out his cell, "I'm calling the medics!"

Dunn ran to Lloyd and cradled him in his arms, "Lloyd, talk to me!  What's
wrong?"

There was no response as Dunn rubbed the trembling Lloyd, "Lloyd, what's
wrong?"

There was no response from Lloyd, so Casey called out, "Sir, Mr. Akers,
Sir, I know what's wrong."

Dunn and Heck looked at Casey, frantic to learn the cause of Lloyd's
condition, "He's afraid of dogs, sir."

As some of Lloyd's fellow servitors-in-training began to chuckle among
themselves at yet another one of Lloyd's fears being revealed, Dunn ordered
the dogs' handlers to remove them from Lloyd's sight, and then roared at
Lloyd's fellow servitors, "How dare you laugh at one of your brothers at a
time like this!  You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

The servitors quickly realized that Mr. Akers was right, and were impressed
by his anger, for it indicated that he really cared about them.

Lloyd gradually began to calm down as Dunn rubbed his head, neck, and
shoulders.  When Lloyd had finally stopped shivering, Dunn asked, "Why are
you so afraid of dogs?"

Lloyd sobbed his answer, "I don't want to be bitten.  I am afraid of dogs."

Dunn asked, "Did your family ever have a dog when you were growing up?"

"No."

There was quiet as Dunn continued calming Lloyd down.  After a while Dunn
reassured Lloyd, "Lloyd, our dogs will never harm you.  All they do is bark
and alert the overseers that someone isn't doing what they're supposed to
be doing."

"Dogs are wonderful, gentle, creatures who love people.  Please, let me try
to show you.  Will you let me?"

Lloyd, moved by Dunn's concern, whimpered a "Yes".

Dunn called out to a trainer who was standing at a distance, "Have Gardner
come over here and show Lloyd some love!"

The trainer spoke to Gardner, and Gardner bounded over to the sprawled out
Lloyd, and gave him a happy bark, the kind of bark, that when followed by
an open mouth, makes it appear as if the dog is smiling.

Lloyd shuddered and cringed, and then Gardner attacked Lloyd with his
tongue flinging licks of love.  He licked his ears, his neck, his belly,
his shoulder, his leg, his balls, his armpits, his face, his nipples, his
cock, his nose, his toes, and his belly.

At first Lloyd panicked, but soon he was overcome by the antics of the
crazy, happy, dog.  And the licks tickled.  And eventually Lloyd began to
laugh.  And as Gardner pounced and licked and barked, Lloyd's laughter grew
ever louder.

And it was infectious.  Soon all of Lloyd's fellow servitors were laughing
in joy, as were Dunn and Heck.

When Gardner's trainer called off the tickling session, Lloyd was looking
at the dog with amazement.

Dunn spoke, "I think Gardner likes you.  Give him a hug!"

Lloyd had never permitted himself to be near a dog of such size before, and
amazed at the love the dog was showing, and what appeared to be smile on
his face, accompanied by a wildly wagging tail, dared at last to give the
dog a hug.

Gardner could not contain himself and started licking Lloyd in the face and
neck, once again, with great relish.

And once again everyone, including Lloyd, was laughing out loud.

After a bit, when Dunn tried to get back to the business of training the
new servitors, and saw that after several attempts the moment was too
infused with good feelings and laughter, he backed off, smart trainer that
he was, and allowed the joyous moments of servitor camaraderie to continue.

***

Jack Deeks, freshly arrived in Fresno to do a `walk-through' of the areas
of the Baldwin/Fletcher complex he was accused of violating by taking
unauthorized photographs and videos, stood outside the entrance to the
Baldwin/Fletcher's Servitor's Medic Bay, or infirmary, with members of his
legal team waiting to be admitted, accompanied by a Baldwin/Fletcher
official.

It was a rather long wait, and Jack whispered to a member of his counsel,
"I bet these fuckers are making us wait just to piss us off!"

His counsel member did a short wave of his finger, as a warning for Jack to
calm himself.

As Jack and his team stood in the hallway outside the Medic Bay, Jack
spotted Arnold Baldwin exiting from a door down the hallway, who then
walked a short distance, and as he was about to open the door to another
room, Arnold spotted Jack.

Jack and Arnold saw each other, and both, surprised, stared at the other.

After a bit, Arnold gave a nod of his head and a small wave of his hand to
Jack.  Jack nodded slightly and gave a similar small wave of his hand in
return.

Both Arnold and Jack were overcome with feelings of intense warmth and cold
anxiety.  When the door to the medic room opened, both men, seeking to
appear nonchalant, continued on their separate ways without further
acknowledgement of the other.

***

Once Lloyd had recovered, and after all the servitors had bonded through
the incident of Lloyd's breakdown and eventual recovery, ending with good
natured laughter, the servitors, nude except for work boots and gloves,
were each handed a shovel.

Dunn was about to address the boys, but Lloyd, who had been told could
stand at a distance and observe in order to help himself recover, raised
his hand, "Sir, Mr. Akers, sir, please may I be allowed to join my brothers
for this training session?"

Dunn smiled, walked up to Lloyd, hugged him with one hand, and with the
other cupped his footballer man sack, "I am so proud of you Lloyd.  What a
good boy you are!"

Lloyd smiled, happy to show everyone that he was not a sissy, as Dunn
gently tugged his balls and commented, "What a beautiful young man you are
when you smile, with your big happy dimples, your firm, full breasts, and
your low-hangers.  You are going to drive the women wild!"

It was not the kind of compliment Lloyd would ever have wanted his family
members to hear, but it was a compliment he was happy to receive, for it
meant Dunn was seeing him as an equal with the rest of the new servitors.
Lloyd was finally able to take pride, for the first time, in being a real
manly laboring muscled and handsome field servitor; as long as he didn't
think of any of his family and friends were seeing him in such a position.

Dunn addressed the boys, "What we want to show you today is how our guard
dogs will be interacting with you, and how you are to interact with them.
Remember, guard dogs really are a servitor's best friend, for they help you
in your own efforts to be ever on your best behavior, always eager to do as
you are told, and to remind you that you are all brothers working toward a
beautiful common goal.  Our dogs are your friends, and they are here to
help you be all that you can be!"

Keeping freshly indentured boys baby-naked from the first day of their
processing helps to bring about a needed sense of submissiveness in new
trainees.  And once the naked trainees are brought face to face with
fearsome looking guard dogs, and realize that dogs will be a major
overseership presence in their lives, the new servitors' sense of
vulnerability becomes even more heightened, and usually effectively helps
to bring them to a full acceptance of their position.  Most trainers notice
a greater sense of compliance from the trainees once guard dogs have been
introduced into their lives.

Dunn's three other overseers communicated instructions to the four dogs,
and led them to the boys and had them get acquainted with their
scent. Casey, Lloyd, and the rest of the trainees, as they were being
sniffed by the dogs, were beginning to realize that their lives were now
going to be very different from the way they were less than a year ago.

Less than a year ago they were all either seniors in high school, or
freshmen or sophomores in college.  Now they were something very different.
Something their friends would not recognize; indeed, they were now
something they themselves could hardly recognize.  Not long ago they were
respected, smart, hot, party-time, young studs; now they were naked beasts
of burden, herded along with other farm animals by guard dogs, dogs that
were on an intimate basis with the scent of their balls.

And they were not now simply animals, but were herd animals, just like the
goats, sheep, and lambs, grazing beside them.  It was palpable.  They, from
now on were just like any other herd animal, all working at the same task,
all equal, naked, with their wagging dicks fully on display, just like the
dicks of the sheep and goats.

Dunn gave out the orders, "For this test exercise I want you to each stand
about six feet apart, and then begin digging a three foot square hole, four
feet deep.  And for the purpose of this exercise I want you to dig as fast
as possible.  Really put some sweat into it!"

The trainees tore into their digging assignment with some relish, enjoying
the new kind of exercise, and being outdoors.  It was a strange sensation
for the boys.  Being treated like herd animals, with guard dogs intently
watching them.

But the feeling of being naked with ones `brothers', exposed in the sun,
helped to create a fraternal bond that was not only familial, but also
sensual.  Their chastity controlled dicks tingled pleasurably as they
sloshed about under their exertions.

After a bit the boys began to tire, and when one servitor stopped to catch
his breath, two of the dogs bounded towards him and barked.  The servitors
were quite surprised to see how quickly the dogs caught on to slouching
behavior.  The slacking servitor was somewhat amused by it all, and resumed
his digging.

Dunn called out, "See boys, how our dogs want you to be on your best
behavior!"

And another trainee, who did not want to be noticed by the dogs, simply
slowed his digging pace down rather than come to a complete stop, had his
slacking behavior spotted almost immediately by one of the Rottweilers, who
charged at him with fearsome barking.  Even though the boy knew the dog
would not harm him, he instinctively covered his cock and balls.

One of the overseers called out, "There's no need to try and protect
yourselves!  Our dogs are not interested in biting your cream sticks."

The servitors-in-training found it demeaning to have their cocks referred
to as a cream stick, and the use of such put-down talk by overseers helped
to fill in the picture for the boys of what their life would be like from
now on.

They knew that they were valued as property, and respected as long as they
behaved.  But they also knew by now that for all the affirmations of how
proud the overseers were of them, and how much they loved and cared about
them, they would for the most part be treated like children, and could
expect some seriously painful consequences if they misbehaved.  Discipline
was not negotiable.

And even though it appeared to the new servitors that from now on they
would be treated somewhere in between the way children and animals are
treated, there was a certain exhilaration in being around a bunch of guys
their same age, their peers, who, while in service at Baldwin/Fletcher,
would all be put to work at the same tasks, and be treated as equals.

The realization of what life would be like for them from now on brought
sensations that were new for the trainees; a sense that living together as
equals, in servitude, with its unique tinge of an underlying sensuality
that would be prohibited to them as free boys, was something that perhaps
could and should be embraced, and perhaps even celebrated.

Once the training session with the dogs and farm animals was over, Dunn
thanked the servitors-in-training and commanded them to give each of their
fellow trainees a big hug.

When Casey and Lloyd hugged each other, the hugs they gave conveyed genuine
joy in being with each other, quite unlike the cool, quick, and rough, hugs
they gave each other as footballers after a successful game.

***

As Jack Deeks left the Baldwin/Fletcher administrative offices with members
of his legal team, he spotted Arnold Baldwin.  Both men, again taken by
surprise, simply stared at each other.  Arnold collected himself, and
started walking towards Jack.

One of Jack's legal team, seeing what was going on, spoke to Jack, "We'll
be waiting in the car for you."

When Arnold met up with Jack he said and did nothing except look at Jack
with an expression of both frustration and hurt, although both wanted to
simultaneously hug and berate the other.  After a bit Arnold asked, "Why
are we hurting each other?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, why?"

Arnold spoke quietly, "Could we - ?"  Although Arnold did not finish his
question, Jack shook his head in the negative.

Arnold continued, "This is wrong what we are doing to each other."

Jack answered, "My two friends, Casey and Lloyd, are now your servitors and
under your control.  Something is not right about that.  Something is not
right!"

Arnold scrunched his lips as if searching for an answer, then spoke, "I
assume you're coming out here in July a few days before the trial."

Jack nodded.

Arnold continued, "How would it be if I let you spend an afternoon, or even
a day, with Julian, Casey, and Lloyd.  All by yourselves.  I can give you a
car, or if you'd feel more secure, you can rent one.  Take them to Woodward
Park, the zoo, have a picnic, whatever.  Then you can decide for yourself
if you still feel that they need your help.  Because I think you are
letting your feelings of friendship for your friends cloud your better
judgment."

The offer seemed like a balm to Jack.  It was a gesture, and just maybe
being able to spend time with his three friends would provide him with the
answers he needed to be at peace.  But no sooner was he soothed, then
another doubt quickly followed; `was this another ploy by the very clever
Arnold to further deceive him?'

For the moment, Jack accepted the happier alternative, was relieved, and
extended a hand to Arnold, "Arnold, I would very much like to take you up
on that offer.  Thank you.  Please arrange a date for that to happen, and I
will be here."

Arnold and Jack spent a long time holding each other's hands in a tight
grip, half smiling, unsure of how much to smile, before they began to
actually start shaking each other's hands.  Jack wanted to hug Arnold;
Arnold wanted to hug Jack.  Both were fighting back tears, but managed to
contain themselves.  But the tightness of their grips on each other's hand
told both of them what the other was feeling.

***

The final weeks of training for Baldwin/Fletcher field servitors are the
most rigorous.  Baldwin/Fletcher, following the usual practice of
businesses that have at least 50 or more servitors in their employ, focuses
the first critical months of training on instilling, what can be called,
`family values' on its trainees.

The newly indentured, who find themselves in a situation of total control
unlike any they could ever have imagined previously, most often find
themselves completely lost in terms of coming to grips with their identity,
their pride, and their purpose.  Thus most corporate servitor training
courses focus initially on the community of servitors and their shared
identities, and attempt to convey the importance of servitude to
themselves, to other servitors, and to the free community.  The message is
that their current position as indentured servitors benefits all of
society, and it needs to be regarded by them, as it is by all enlightened
governments of the world, as a wholesome, praiseworthy, and noble, state.

Once a general camaraderie is established among a group of new trainees,
the focus of corporate servitor training then, is usually on attempting to
show servitors that in dutiful service one is made `free'.  And in real
world servitor terms, what that most often directly and actively translates
to is that in dutiful service one avoids punishments.

The ego bruising that accompanies a newly indentured young male's first
corporal punishments while in training is a most important part of servitor
formation.  For most it is simply a profound humiliation, something they
certainly would never write home about, but something they come to grips
with, and can bear, once they realize that there is an easy way to avoid
punishment; simply do what one is told.

What happens is that most young indentured males, once they realize that
servitude does indeed mean that most infractions will result in summary
corporal punishment, quickly become cowed, obsequious, and given to fawning
behavior.

Because young indentured males want to avoid the humiliation that
accompanies physical discipline and being treated like a child, most newly
indentured readily toe the line after their first taste of a punishment
session.  That fact, however, works to the detriment of servitor trainers,
because they know that humiliation is the most effective training tool.

For that reason corporate servitors are most often trained in the nude, and
given exercises and training regimens that are in themselves humiliating.
Thus in the final six weeks of their training, the 12 newest
Baldwin/Fletcher servitors-in-training were subjected to various routines,
for purposes they could not comprehend.

It included several bouts of `kissing the wall', where they all had to
stand against a wall, for hours at a time, with their cocks sticking
through a hole in the wall.  A single cord was then attached to each of
their penis rings, and they knew that if one of them pulled away, got
tired, or tried to get into a new position, they all risked getting their
piercings torn.  The humiliation factor in `kissing the wall' is huge, and
not one of the boys in training wrote to any of their family and friends
about their time at the wall.

Nor did they write home about `party night', where all twelve boys in
training had to get dressed in panties and bras, put on lipstick and rouge,
and were taken to Celebration Hall on a punishment night, and made to
provide the evening's entertainment for Baldwin/Fletcher's 503 field
servitors by parading about in their girly lingerie.

And in the concluding weeks of their training, the overseers made sure that
each boy received several of the most humiliating over-the-knee type
spankings, the `open hole' spanking, where the disciplinarian pulls the
butt hole wide open of the boy over his lap, and with the other hand swats
the entire area around the pulled-open hole.  Not a single boy wrote home
about it.

And none of the boys in training shared with their family and friends the
most basic, and the most painful and humiliating, reality of their
existence; the fact that each night they were locked in chastity diapers,
and that access to their own sexual equipment was totally denied them.
They could no longer do such a normal human thing as touch their own
penises.

While such sexual deprivation makes many servitors feel as if they are no
longer `men', it nonetheless is the one control tool that most effectively
helps ensure that the boys will, by the end of their training, be obedient,
quick stepping, polite, complaisant, and ever eager to please.

***

On the day of the final testing of the new servitors, or the `big one' as
it was commonly known, Dunn Akers accompanied Lloyd to a private prepping
room outside of the main processing room.  In the room was
trainer/technician Heck Watson.  Dunn explained, "Lloyd, Heck Watson is
going to be prepping you for the `big one', before he takes you into the
processing room.  Please do whatever Mr. Watson instructs."

As Mr. Watson pushed a gurney full of processing equipment towards them,
Lloyd, watching wide-eyed began to cry, "I'm afraid Mr. Akers, I'm so
afraid.  Please, don't change me.  Please tell me what they're going to do
to me!"

Mr. Watson spoke in a serious voice, "Lloyd, you have nothing to worry
about if you trust, obey, and submit to your overseers.  You need to know
with certainty that total obedience will set you totally free!"

Mr. Watson's words only scared Lloyd all the more, "Oh gawd, please don't
hurt me.  Don't change me!  Don't turn me into a homo!"

Dunn held up a hand for Mr. Watson to pause, and spoke gently to Lloyd,
"Lloyd, remember how you were afraid of dogs because you had never allowed
yourself to be loved by one?  But once you allowed yourself to get to know
one, remember how you did not want to stop playing with him?  This will be
the same kind of thing.  Just allow yourself to experience something new.
Don't be afraid."

Lloyd let out a pitiful, "Okay, Mr. Akers, sir."

Mr. Watson grabbed what appeared to be a hollowed out butt plug, to which
was attached a three foot hose, which had at the end a nozzle fitting, or
connector.  He lubed the butt plug part, and as he approached Lloyd, Lloyd,
trembling and sobbing, asked, "What is that thing?"

Mr. Akers and Mr. Watson had decided it would be best not to answer the
questions they knew would be coming from Lloyd.  Dunn responded, "Now now,
Lloyd, I told you there is nothing to worry about.  Just turn around,
spread your legs, bend over a bit, and calm down, so Mr. Watson can insert
the plug and tubing."

Mr. Watson slowly inserted the lubed butt plug up Lloyd's hole, as Lloyd's
cock, which had deflated from fear, began to plump up.

Once the plug was fully inserted up Lloyd's rectum, Mr. Watson secured the
plug's restraining straps about Lloyd's upper legs.  When he had Lloyd
stand up straight, Lloyd felt like he was an animal with a tail, with the
big hose leading from his butt almost to his ankles.

"What is this thing for Mr. Akers?  What's going in that hose?"

Lloyd's question remained unanswered as Mr. Watson next took Lloyd's
plumped cock in hand, and freed the root of his cock and balls with both of
his hands.  Around Lloyd's unit base he attached a ring of plastic.  Next
he took another ring of similar plastic and put it around Lloyd's cock
shaft as snug up close to his balls as he could get it.  He then fastened,
by means of screws, the ring in back of Lloyd's cock and balls to the ring
encircling his cock.

The forward facing portion of the cock ring had a similar nozzle connector
type fitting.  Mr. Watson then took a four-foot piece of tubing, stuck
Lloyd's cock in it, and screwed the hose fitting into the ring encircling
the front of his cock and balls.

Lloyd now had a three-foot hose coming out of his ass, and his cock was
stuck into a tube that had a four-foot hose attached. The end of the hose's
from both Lloyd's cock and ass also had nozzle connector type fittings,
suggesting to Lloyd that the hoses or tubing would be connected to
something.

Lloyd was trembling, "Mr. Akers, I love you.  Please don't let them hurt
me."

As Mr. Watson approached Lloyd with a mouth fitting, he said, "No one is
going to hurt you Lloyd.  Now open your mouth for me, nice and wide!"

Lloyd, his face one giant frown, did as commanded.  Mr. Watson put a mouth
dam in place, that guarded his teeth, and secured it in place with straps
going to the back of his head.  But instead of the usual O-shaped opening
mouth dam, the only opening was a small spigot with a nozzle fitting at the
end. Once the mouth dam was secured, Mr. Watson took a four-foot piece of
tubing and screwed it into Lloyd's mouthpiece.

Lloyd now had lengthy hoses coming from his butt, cock, and mouth.  As he
cried, his calls and moans were dampened by the hose, making his cries
sound more like the mooing of a cow.

Mr. Watson then strapped to each of Lloyd's upper arms and lower legs a
band that contained many D-rings and mini-straps, that clearly suggested he
was going to be secured in some way to something.  They sent shivers
through Lloyd.

Mr. Watson checked to make sure that the tubing and control straps were
secure, "Now that I have you tubed and fetter strapped, all I need to do is
get you bridled up, then I can take you to the processing room."

As Mr. Watson approached Lloyd with the bridle, a vest that consisted of
many straps, studded with D-rings, Mr. Akers could see that Lloyd was
frantic.  He spoke to him as Mr. Watson fitted him with the processing
bridle, "Please allow yourself to relax and accept the new experience.  I
can assure you, in a little while you will be very happy."

Once Lloyd was tubed and bridled, Mr. Watson led him to the entrance of the
processing room, accompanied by Mr. Akers.  When the door to the processing
room was first opened, Lloyd noticed that his fellow servitors-in-training
were being trussed up in individual stalls by their bridles.  But when he
saw what was being done to the tubes which were attached to their mouths,
penises, and anus's, he cried out, "You lied to me Mr. Akers!  You lied to
me!"

Mr. Akers could not actually make out what Lloyd was screaming, because his
mouth dam and tubing distorted his words, but Mr. Akers had a good idea.

He touched Lloyd on the shoulder, "Today you will find out what it means to
be free.  You will learn of the beauty of serving your brothers, and
letting them serve you.  And in total service and obedience you will find
joy, peace, and freedom."

"And you will see that the harder you work, the more eager you are to
serve, the quicker you obey, the more you seek to be the least among your
brothers, then the more you shall be overcome and conquered by the magic
feeling of joy in service."

Lloyd could not comprehend what Mr. Akers was saying, for all he could do
at the moment was to think of his favorite photo of himself, in which he is
surrounded by five of his sister's girlfriends.  In the photo he is the
center of attention, bare-chested, flexing his arms in pride, and flashing
his big dimpled smile, as the girls ogle him with lustful smiles.

For Lloyd such a moment could be no more, for he was now going to be turned
into not just an abject dumb herd animal, but, in his mind, a homosexual
herd animal!

Lloyd was about to do the thing he always did when frightened and unsure;
cry uncontrollably.  But before he could, two technicians approached him
and rather roughly pulled him towards his processing stall.


To be continued


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