Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 13:13:06 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 18

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


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Lloyd Reese looked into the face of his long time friend, Julian Raider, as
they lay in the grass together facing each other.  Lloyd didn't know where
they were, and he didn't care.  It just felt good being with a friend.
Julian had his eyes closed and Lloyd studied his face carefully.  He
noticed things about Julian he had never noticed before; the pores in his
face, his Adam's apple, the neat cut of his mohawk, the way his top lip was
noticeably thicker than his bottom lip, and the way his ears stuck out from
his head ever so slightly, in an alluring way he had never noticed before.

But as he studied Julian's face, he slowly realized it was not the Julian
of long ago; both Julian's lips, the top and bottom, were, as he remembered
them, of equal thickness, and his ears were once tight against his head.

When Lloyd turned to stretch out, he realized he had just been dreaming,
but on waking, despite a dream that left him uncertain and wondering, he
felt just as warm and peaceful as he did in the dream he just had of lying
next to Julian.

He stretched out his arms and legs, luxuriating in the waking up process.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Dunn Akers sitting in a chair next to him
by his bed in the medic bay of the Baldwin/Fletcher complex.

Lloyd could only smile as he recognized Dunn, and he was so happy to see
him that he reached out his arms as if wanting a hug.  But he was too tired
to really move much, so Dunn got up, sat on the side of the bed, and leaned
over and gave Lloyd a hug.  It felt wonderful to Lloyd, as it did to Dunn.

Dunn asked, "How are you feeling, Lloyd?"

"I feel good.  I am glad you are here."

Lloyd looked about, and saw that his 11 servitor-in-training companions
were also on beds in the medic bay, and each had either a technician,
nurse, or an overseer tending to them.  It looked and felt to Lloyd like he
was in a wonderful place, where he knew he would be well cared for.  But he
wondered of himself and asked, "Why am I here?  Am I sick?"

Dunn smiled, "You are not sick, just a little tired."

While Lloyd felt a peace that was rare to him in recent months, he was
aware that he was weak, "Mr. Akers, why am I so tired?"

"You had a very thorough round of tests, and you were put through a lot of
different exercises."

Lloyd looked at his body covered by a blanket, "Mr. Akers, would you please
remove the blanket so I can see myself?"

Dunn carefully pulled back the covers, fully exposing the servitor, naked
except for a steel chastity cup encasing his genitals.

Lloyd looked over his body, and smiled to himself."

Dunn asked, "Do you like what you see?"

Lloyd nodded in the affirmative, and then asked, "When is my big day,
Mr. Akers?  When is the new theme park attraction going to open?"

"It's just five weeks away, Lloyd."

A smile broader than Dunn had ever seen before came over Lloyd's face, as
Dunn recovered Lloyd with his blanket.

Lloyd was tired, but he had to express his feelings, "Oh Mr. Akers, I just
want everyone to be pleased with me.  I want to do whatever I'm told.  I
want to make everyone happy.  I want to be good forever.  Please hold my
hand.  I love you Mr. Akers."

Dunn took Lloyd's hand and said, "I love you too, Lloyd.  We all love you."

As Lloyd began to fall back to sleep, Dunn tucked Lloyd's arms back under
his blanket.

***

When Jack Deeks finally entered his 5th floor room on Tuesday July 2nd, at
the Magellan Hotel in downtown Fresno, he threw his bags down and plopped
on the bed.

But as tired as he was he dug out his cell; he had to call his friend,
Rick.  "What a day!  I am exhausted.  First of all, when I arrived at 5 PM
today, the airline had misplaced my bags, and it took them almost an hour
to figure out where in the hell they were!"

"And the only reason it didn't take any longer than that was because they
saw that Arnold Baldwin was with me.  He's gotta be not only one of the
most powerful men in Fresno, but one of the most beloved!"

Rick interrupted, "Hold on a minute!  Arnold Baldwin was with you?"

"Yeah, he surprised me and was waiting for me when I entered the terminal."

Rick was incredulous, "Jack, stop!  Listen to me!  I can't believe the way
you're going on about him.  You're falling for Baldwin's tricks!  Can't you
see what's going on?  Don't you understand?  Baldwin is simply trying to
win you over with his charm."

"No, it's nothing like that.  He simply wanted to talk to me about tomorrow
and make arrangements for my time with Julian, Lloyd, and Casey. That's
all."

"Well just be careful, Jack.  Don't forget why you're there.  Don't forget
what he did to Casey and Lloyd."

Rick was suddenly seriously worried about Jack and the situation in Fresno,
and asked, "The trial is first next Monday, what will you be doing for the
rest of the week?"

"I'm meeting with my lawyers on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday Arnold
has invited me to spend the day with him for the grand opening of the
`Reward Station'."

Rick was now even more concerned, "I can't believe it.  On Monday you are
going to court for a trial that could seriously affect Baldwin/Fletcher's
future, and possibly your freedom, and you're going to be spending an
entire day socializing with him?  Wake up, Jack.  Don't you get it?  You
are in serious trouble!  You are being manipulated.  You're going to end up
like Casey and Lloyd!"

Jack, for his part, knew he had to be cautious, and explained, "Yes, I have
serious questions about everything.  That is why Arnold is letting me spend
the day with Julian, Lloyd, and Casey tomorrow.  We will be on our own,
away from the compound.  I intend to find out what happened in the past,
and what's going on now.  Believe me, I know Arnold is clever.  But I also
believe he is not as evil as some people believe."

Rick interrupted Jack, "And you are also madly in love with him, and you
are not going to be thinking straight.  In fact, you don't want to think
straight, and that's why I'm worried about you!"

Jack and Rick's phone conversation continued for several more minutes, with
Rick repeating his warnings, and Jack trying to assure Rick that he would
not allow himself to be duped.

But once the phone chat ended, Rick's concerns for Jack, and Jack's
questions and doubts about Arnold Baldwin, continued.

***

Arnold Baldwin complimented Jack Deeks on his rental car, an Acura MDX, as
they stood outside a shipping/receiving station of the Baldwin/Fletcher
Farms awaiting the arrival of Julian, Casey, and Lloyd.  "That's quite a
snazzy little car!"

"It's no match for that silver and black Ferrari of yours."

Arnold shook his head, "I told you, you could use it."

"I know, Arnold.  And I thank you for your offer.  But I just wanted to
sort of do this on my own, to sort of..."

Jack couldn't complete his sentence.  Arnold understood, "It's okay.  I
understand.  You want to be careful. And I don't want you having any doubts
about anything, wondering whether my car was bugged or something."

Jack, embarrassed, shook his head, "No, that's not the reason, I just
wanted to, sort of..."

Jack again couldn't complete his sentence.  Arnold laughed and, to Jack's
great surprise, tousled his hair.  The affectionate touch of Arnold's hand
felt like pure love, and Jack smiled broadly at Arnold, who smiled in
return.  It was a moment savored in silence by both Jack and Arnold.

The door to the dock opened, and out came Julian, Casey, and Lloyd,
accompanied by an overseer.  Jack didn't know what to expect about how his
friends would be dressed, but to his surprise they were dressed in chinos,
polo shirts, and sneakers.

The only two things that could be noticed as somewhat out of the ordinary
to a passerby would be that all three of the boys had mohawks, but that was
not especially out of the ordinary because their hawks were not heavily
dressed, so they passed as fashionable faux-hawks.  Plus the boys had an
alluring light mauve tint to their skin, which might cause some to wonder
if they shared a unique ethnicity.

Jack, homo that he was, also noticed that Lloyd had something of a bulge in
his crotch area, making him wonder if he was wearing a sports cup.

All four friends were excited at seeing each other, and the three servitors
gave Jack wild and happy hugs.  As they were about to get into Jack's
rental, Arnold asked Jack, "What have you got planned for today?"

Jack was happy to share his plans, "First thing, we're going grocery
shopping," Jack paused, "And don't worry, Julian will be picking out
everything we purchase to make sure we are following all of the farm's
dietary guidelines."

Arnold smiled happily as Jack continued, "Then we're going to Woodward Park
and picnicking.  And after that maybe go for a drive, play some catch with
a football or even play a little two-on-two."

Arnold raised his hand, "And please know, if you would like, you four can
have exclusive use of the field teams' indoor/outdoor recreation camp.
It's got everything you could want, an artificial turf football field,
wooden basketball court, rubber running tracks, multi-lane batting cages
and it's connected to a weight gym and an Olympic size pool.  Throw the
ball around, hit some baseballs, go swimming or do whatever you'd like."

The three servitors were more excited by the offer than was Jack, and they
all said something like, "Sir, wow sir, thanks Mr. Baldwin, sir!" in utter
sincerity.

For Jack, it was a telling moment hearing his friends speaking like
servitors, with their obsequious sounding `sirs', and he was both intrigued
and mystified at the master-owner/servitor dynamic.

Once they were in the car and driving to the grocery store, Jack noticed
that the three servitors behaved in an affectionate way towards each other;
more high-school like fraternal than college boy fraternal, because their
relationship seemed so trusting of each other and somewhat innocent of the
colder and crueler ways of the world.

The conversation in the car was a lively and frank catch-up on Julian,
Lloyd, and Casey's friends back home.

At the grocery store, Julian ordered the sandwiches from the deli, and
selected all the other picnic items for their vegan diet, but assured the
meat-eating Jack that he would love the lunch he was picking out.

The shopping experience was a lively and fun time for everyone.  But Jack
did notice a few changes in his friends.  He observed Casey going out of
his way to help an elderly lady find a product in the store; when a rude
person rushed ahead of them in the checkout line, not one of his friends
made comments of the kind they formerly would have, such as `what a stupid
fuck!'; and once they had exited the grocery store, not one of them made an
unkind comment about the very overweight checkout girl.

To Jack, it seemed like old times, with the only difference being that Jack
didn't know if his friends were now more immature because of their queer
sort of innocence, or much more mature because of the consideration they
showed to each other and to strangers.

It was a comfortable reunion for all four boys.  The problem for Jack was
that when he started to think of asking his friends the things he wanted to
ask them, it seemed out of place; sort of like asking a terminally ill
friend something like, `how does it feel knowing you're going to be dead in
a few days?'

But eventually Jack did find an easy way into his probe by asking them,
"You all seem so happy, so content!  What is your secret?  You're making me
envious!"

Julian answered, "As I have told Casey and Lloyd, once you get out of
training, it's fun.  We have a great community.  I really feel like I have
500 close friends in my brother servitors."

When Jack asked them what training was like, Casey answered, "It was kind
of rough at first, because it is so different from what we were used to
before we were indentured.  But it's good.  We learn a lot of good stuff,
and it's made me appreciate all of my fellow servitors."

Lloyd added, "And in training we are also learning a lot about agriculture
in general, and about some specific areas such as geoponics, agronomy,
viticulture, greenhouse maintenance, orchard layout, and so on."

Jack was mystified; he was glad that his friends seemed happy, or at least
content, with their lives of servitude, but he was by now, because of his
research, aware of how Baldwin/Fletcher field servitors were trained.  So
he asked, "So there is nothing about your training or service that was in
any way unpleasant?"

Casey answered, "Well yeah, of course there were, and still are, some
things.  But we don't like to talk about them because some people might not
understand, and, also, it's kind of embarrassing, so it's hard to talk
about."

Casey paused a bit, then continued, "You can maybe guess what I'm talking
about; things like chastity control, spankings, punishment enemas,
discipline bras, or lockdowns."  Casey gave an embarrassed smile.

To save his friends from any further embarrassment Jack did not pursue the
issue.  But he did feel emboldened to ask, "Baldwin/Fletcher is a
nationally known company, so there is a lot of information out there about
it.  And there have been a couple of lawsuits brought against them by
family members of some of the indentured claiming drugs were used to modify
their behavior.  But whenever tests were done, nothing was ever found.  Do
any of you think you have ever been drugged or had anything else done to
you?"

Julian asked, "So do we seem drugged to you, or really different from the
way we used to be?"

Jack shook his head, "Well yes, actually you don't seem quite the same as
you used to, but rather different in a good way; you seem happier than
before, more content, relaxed, free, and innocent.  I don't know if I am
imagining these things."

The three footballer servitors enjoyed answering all of Jack's questions,
and their seeming openness in answering most of what Jack wondered about
had the effect of not only bringing back their former close-knit bond of
friendship, but of bringing Jack to a certain peace with their condition.
At least his indentured friends were happy, or seemed happy, even if they
had, in some mysterious way, been drugged, brainwashed, or altered in some
other way, without their knowledge.

When they had completed their picnic lunch, Jack asked what they would like
to do next, and Casey answered, "Let's go back to the farms, and use the
recreation camp!  We have the greatest sports fields, gaming tracks,
equipment, pool, and a super Jacuzzi.

It was not an answer Jack was hoping to hear, and he was surprised when
both Lloyd and Julian excitedly seconded Casey's choice of activities.  But
he was happy to comply, for it again suggested to him that his three
friends were not at all unhappy with their terms of indenturement.

Once they arrived back at Baldwin/Fletcher, Jack accompanied his friends to
the servitor intake dock, where a guard checked them back in. As soon as
the four were cleared, Casey and Lloyd ran off to collect some sports
equipment, which included a basketball, a football, and proper pairs of
shoes; they then yelled to Jack and Julian that they would meet them on the
field.

As soon as the four friends had put on their football cleats, Julian tore
off his shirt, followed by Casey and Lloyd; they stretched out like they
always did, and after they had safely warmed up their muscles, Julian
tossed a football in air, caught it, and told his friends, "Okay guys,
run-n-pass drills, let's start with short routes and then I am taking you
boys deep!"

This was followed by Casey, "Hey boys let's play some two-on-two
football. I'm feeling it today and I think Lloyd and I can kick you two's
butt!"

Just as the game was heating up, Julian walked to the sidelines, and
proceeded to take off his shoes, socks, slacks, and undies.  Casey and
Lloyd smiled, and started removing their clothes as well, as Casey called
out, "Come on Jack, join us!"

Jack was a surprised, but soon did a `why not' shrug, and laughing, started
to remove his clothes.  Before he had all of his clothes off, the servitors
had already put their socks and shoes back on, and had resumed the game,
completely uninhibited.

As soon as Jack got his shoes back on, he immediately had to catch a pass,
but did not do a good job of it because he couldn't help but notice that
Lloyd was fitted with a metal groin protector.  Jack was aware that it was
probably some kind of chastity control device, but what he could not fathom
was how Lloyd seemed to have no problem revealing that he was being kept in
such a device.

Lloyd noticed Jack checking out his groin protector, pointed at it, smiled,
and shouted, "I just have to wear this until Saturday, and then it's coming
off!"

The three servitors seemed to revel playing in the nude. In fact, the
exuberance and happy laughter coming from the naked servitors was so
infectious that Jack soon lost his initial inhibition, and found himself
enjoying the sport in a way he never had before.  Here he was playing ball
with his three best friends, all of them handsome, and all of them naked.
He was luxuriating in his nudity in the same way as were the servitors.

For Jack, it was an exhilarating experience, having fun once again with his
old friends, and cavorting with them in the nude.  Jack recalled how, when
he first saw the Baldwin/Fletcher servitors working nude in the fields in
front of the large crowds, he wondered how they could all appear to be so
happy.  Now he was beginning to see that being nude and uninhibited brought
a pleasurable pang of rawness, sensuality, and freedom.  So much so, that
he was somewhat afraid that he might get an erection.

After running around and playing for almost an hour, the boys sought out
the shade of a dogwood tree and plopped themselves on the grass.  The four
friends were covered in sweat, and as they planed the sweat off their
bodies, Jack got his first close up look at Julian's ferruled penis.
Because it was an alluring sight to homo Jack, he was unable to do just a
furtive glance, and Casey caught him staring at Julian's penis, and
commented, "It's hot looking, isn't it?"

Lloyd unintentionally deflected Jack's embarrassment at being caught
staring at his friend's dick by continuing, "I asked Mr. Baldwin if I could
get ferruled."

Jack was surprised, to say the least, that his super straight friend,
Lloyd, wanted to have his foreskin bisected, as was a very surprised
Julian, who asked, "You asked Arnold if you could get ferruled?"  When
Lloyd nodded in the affirmative, Jack asked, "What was his reply?"

"He told me that for now they only want the foreskins of the herd leaders
bisected.  But he thinks I could one day become a herd leader!"

Julian was aware that Jack had an interest in his ferruled penis, so he
pulled the flaps of his foreskin apart so Jack could get a good look.  It
was clear to Jack that Julian had not been docked as all the horror stories
about Baldwin/Fletcher Farms reported.

Jack wondered of the practice, and Julian explained as he let his homo pal
get a good look at his dick, "It comes from the Latin word for
`plantation', and it was a procedure the Romans used on the cocks of their
plantation slaves.  The Romans believed that urine was a great fertilizer,
and the slaves had to keep working as they pissed.  Ferruling keeps all of
the foreskin intact, but by bisecting it, all the foreskin flaps help to
slosh the piss around rather than concentrating the stream in one spot."

Lloyd laughed, "Mr. Akers once referred to our dicks as `irrigation
spigots'!"

Lloyd's ability to laugh at such a comment from his trainer helped Jack to
pinpoint what was different about his friends, what contributed to a
certain, beguiling, naiveté and trust, apparent in all three of them,
and which was not in their former natures.  It was a sense that they had
abandoned themselves to a certain youthful sensuality that allowed them to
revel in their animal natures; almost as if they had returned to an
adolescent fascination with their bodies.

Jack, comfortable with his newfound relationship with his friends, decided
to ask the question he long wanted to ask, "What do you guys think of
Arnold Baldwin?"

All three of the servitors answered, almost simultaneously, something like,
"He's great!"

Their response was, again, one that pleased Jack, for it meant that maybe
his friends really were content, and suggested that perhaps there was no
urgency for him to intervene on their behalf.  But before he could
formulate a follow-up question, Julian spoke, "And this Saturday, when the
big new `Rewards' attraction opens, is the day on which we start using
servitor names of our own choosing.  It's just one of many things Arnold
has done to improve the lot of servitors in California."

Jack made a joke, "Hold on, was I supposed to be calling you `Poopee' all
this time?"

Everyone laughed, and Julian answered, "I actually wanted to keep `Poopee',
but my financial advisor convinced me to take the name of `Raider', my
surname."

Jack looked at Casey, and asked him what name he was taking.

Casey smiled, "Casey!"

When Jack looked at Lloyd, Lloyd looked as if he couldn't contain for one
second longer the name he had chosen for himself, and blurted out, "I'm
going with `Diaper Mutt'."

Jack could not believe his ears.  His friend who was the most conservative,
the most proud, the most concerned about dignity and honor, and the most in
dread of public humiliation, of all of his friends, had chosen the most
demeaning name imaginable.

And before Jack could ask why, Lloyd provided a passionate explanation, "I
want to be called `Diaper Mutt' because I have learned that the lower I put
myself, the happier I become!  I have learned so much here.  I think I have
learned in my few months of training here more than I ever had in the past
18 years of my life!"

Lloyd's fellow servitors nodded in agreement, and Jack remained silent.  At
that moment Jack saw his three servitor friends in a new way; they seemed
like sweet puppy dogs, eager to serve.  The sensuality of the moment, the
gentle sweetness of his three friends, coupled with their common nudity,
firmed up Jack's dick slightly.

Lloyd noticed and laughed, "Jack's getting an `oiler'!"

Jack asked, "Oiler?"

Julian, in a surprise move, grabbed Jack by the shoulders, "It means your
dick wants to get oiled and fuck something!"

Everyone laughed as Julian hugged Jack tightly and together, their bodies
pressed together, they rolled down a slight incline on the grounds.

The mutual roll got Jack as hard as a steel pole.  The laughter continued,
and when Julian grabbed Jack's dick and gave it a waggle, Jack was startled
at the intense sensuality of the moment.

When Jack and Julian resumed sitting in the grass, Julian, Jack, and Casey
all had boners sticking straight up.  Julian asked Lloyd, "Are you hard
too?"

Lloyd smiled, "You bet I am!"

Jack, like his friends, was no longer in the least ashamed of either his
nudity or his erection.  He wondered if he was feeling the thrill that only
certain draft servitors can feel, the joy of being a human herd animal.

***

Bruce Wagner and Clarence Thorpe, two gay guys in their mid-thirties from
Norwood, Ohio, a suburb of Cincinnati, boarded the flight to Fresno,
California.  Because the trip would be a long one for them because of a
lengthy stopover in Las Vegas, the two had settled into `passive travel'
mode, and thus were prepared, and expected, minor inconveniences.

This had the net effect of taming their usual gay bitchiness when problems
arose.  Thus when a flight attendant spilled water on Bruce as she was
refilling his water glass, Bruce laughed it off and said, "Honey, don't
worry!  I'm on vacation.  I only hope I can get someone to shoot as much
piss on me as you just spilled on me!"

Once the plane was off the ground, and the commotion of getting on board
was over, the two lovers snuggled together.  Clarence cooed, "Oh Bruce,
this is going to be the greatest vacation ever!"

Bruce became serious for a moment, "Yeah, despite the fact that of our
friends told us that we were immoral for patronizing the Baldwin/Fletcher
Agricultural Theme Park.  But that didn't stop any of them from telling us
to make sure we took plenty of pictures and videos of the naked field
workers."

Clarence grabbed Bruce's leg and began massaging his thigh, "What a bunch
of asshole hypocrites they all are; `It's wrong, but take plenty of
pictures so we can see the naked boys'!"

Clarence rubbed Bruce's leg a bit more and continued, "I don't know why
they make such a big deal out of it.  It's not like those field boys were
snatched off the street.  They're criminals, for god's sake!  They
committed crimes!  They're simply paying their debt to society!"

Bruce flashed a victory smile, "I know what we can do; when we get back,
let's not let any of them see our pictures.  Let's tell them we respect
their integrity too much to tempt them with photos from our dream
vacation!"


The two lovers laughed and `clinked' their plastic wine cups together, and
raised a toast to the trip of their lives.

***

Retcher and Arnold Baldwin watched Jack Deeks and his three servitor
friends chatting underneath the dogwood tree from the theme park's security
console.

Retcher commented on the naked Jack, "Wow, that Deeks kid is not only
attractive and has a super physique, but he's hung like one of our
mustangs!  No wonder you're all gaga!"

Arnold ignored his brother's comment and asked, "How do you think it's
going with them?"

Retcher studied the monitor intently, "All I can say is that it looks like
they're having a good time.  That should help convince Deeks we're not
abusing his friends!"

Arnold added an observation, "Also, I know that when I offered them the use
of the recreation camp, Jack was surprised that the servitors seemed more
excited about that than going on an outing to the park.  Maybe that will
convince him that his friends like it here."

Retcher nodded, "Let's hope so.  There isn't much time left!"


To be continued...


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