The American Way – Processing Day Hassles
By Randall Austin
Short Story
(A note from the author – The first part of `The American Way' was a stand-alone piece, and I had no intention of it being a multi-part story.
This installment of The American Way'; The American Way - Eating Apples' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.
The next installment of The American Way'; The American Way – A New Direction' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.
The next installment of The American Way'; The American Way – Processing Day Hassles' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.
The last installment of The American Way'; The American Way – Genius' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.)
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Everyone was very busy at Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports. The company's managing director, John Powers, opened the door to his marketing director's office, "Bill, Can I see you for a minute?"
"Sure, come in and have a seat, John." Bill Levertson was appointed the job of organizing the major change in processing and handling of social servants, which the company had undertaken at his suggestion. Today was the first day in an expected weeklong processing and reorienting of the company's nearly 4000 servants in training.
"How are things are going?"
Bill shook his head, "Well, as you have probably heard, things aren't going exactly according to plan. I had 130 processing tables set up in the gymnasium for the ringing procedures to be performed on the servants. But yesterday Blanchard Medical Services let me know that they couldn't supply the number of technicians they had promised, so we're down almost 35 processor/technicians. They won't have their full team ready until Wednesday."
"Then, on top of that, the topical anesthetic which Wordman's Pharmacy provided us with is some low grade stuff, and is effective for the ear, nipple, and navel ringings, but isn't any good at all for the septum and penis head piercings. So, as you can imagine, there's a lot of screaming going on down in the processing room."
Mr. Powers wondered, "Couldn't we get some of the proper anesthetic at Clark and Bowman's?"
"Not in the quantities we need."
Mr. Powers frowned, "Gosh, that's too bad."
Bill tried to put a positive spin on the situation, "It probably isn't all that unfortunate an outcome. Our new "Able, Ringed, and Proud" program calls for ringing the servants in seven places and for permanent nudity to emphasize their status as, basically, work animals. Along with that, as we discussed, goes a somewhat more austere lifestyle, stricter standards, a higher degree of homosexualization, and somewhat harsher conditions in general. It's probably a good thing that they get introduced to a little pain during their training. It should help them learn to take hardship without griping."
Mr. Powers nodded, "You're probably right about that." Mr. Powers wondered, "Can you show me around a bit, so I can see what things are actually like down on the floor."
Bill nodded, "Sure, I was just going down there myself."
On the elevator down to the gymnasium level, Bill asked Mr. Powers if he had seen the projections on the initial reaction to their marketing scheme. Mr. Powers smiled, "I sure have. It's looking good and generating a lot of interest. I guess it's safe to say that your idea was correct: people want to see servants looking like, and being treated like, servants."
When they exited the elevator they could see a line of about 50 naked servants leading into the gymnasium. Bill explained, "We're stripping them out here, and then having them wait in line out here until the next group of processing tables is ready for them to be strapped down. We've got the doors to the gym closed, but they were not designed to be sound proof, so unfortunately the poor guys in line get to hear the screams of the servants on the tables when their septums are hole-punched, and their penis heads pierced." "The docents are being really helpful out here. It's a training time for them too, as, after all, we're all getting used to this full time servant nudity."
Mr. Powers commented, "Yes, it is unusual to see them exposed like this. We see them in the showers and training rooms nude, but it does look odd seeing them in the hallway and everywhere else in the buff."
Bill continued, "Because of the screaming caused by the lack of a high grade anesthetic, I'm having the docents do a lot of hands on comforting of the servants as they wait in line. If you'll notice, you can see one docent walking down the line patting the guys on the shoulders and back, and another one over there is gently rubbing a servant's butt as he tells him such things as, `the actual pain will be short lived'. And notice that docent at the front of the line talking to that blond haired servant. Notice how his hand is actually gently rubbing his navel area. This soothing of the servants in the nude is a good opportunity for our docents to assist in the homosexualization process. It's all necessary to help the servant population get used to being handled by members of the same sex."
Mr. Powers liked what he saw, "Very good, Bill. It really does seem to be keeping the trainees calm."
As the gym room doors we're opened, several technicians' aides exited the processing room and invited about 30 servants to come into the room and to hop up on the vacant processing tables. When the gym doors were eventually closed again, a new group of about 40 servants was led down the hallway by several docents. One of the docents ordered the wary servants to strip out of their training uniforms. "You can just fold them and leave them in a pile with the other uniforms. You won't be needing them anymore, ever. Everything off! Shorts, shirt, undies, and sandals all have to come off!"
The docents as well as some members of the administrative staff stood around with folded arms watching the latest group of servants strip. Everyone enjoyed seeing all the flesh, and the wide range of cock and ball sizes on the servants. But no one was enjoying it more than marketing director, Bill Levertson. Being around so much naked male flesh through the years was having its own homosexualization effect on Bill.
The End
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