What They Did to Julian

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

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The morning business meeting between Retcher Baldwin, President of Baldwin/Fletcher Family Farms, and his brother, Arnold, Vice President of the Farms, most often started out over coffee with the brothers first discussing family matters. Once family matters were covered, the discussion usually moved to the subject of their previous evening's escapades before moving on to business matters.

Retcher laughed about one their servitors, "So I said, Bunny, I need a rim job', and he says, I don't wanna!' Then he says, `What you gonna do, take me over your knee and spank me?'"

Retcher shook his head and laughed, "That kid's a little shit."

Arnold also shook his head, "You've been seeing an awfully lot of Bunny lately. It seems like you've been having him up to your room at least two times a week for the last two months."

Retcher, "I know. But he's a lot of fun. And he likes me. And he loves getting spanked."

Arnold smiled, "Liking `getting spanked' is not really an ideal trait for one of our field boys to have, at least from our standpoint."

Retcher and Arnold both laughed out loud. Retcher tried to make light of the affair, "Bunny is a sweetie. I really like him."

Arnold cautioned, "Be careful of getting too close. If the other servitors notice that we're spending too much time with one of their herd mates, they get jealous and start acting like little girls. Bad for morale!"

When the morning social banter was over, Retcher moved on to business, "So we're agreed, then, that we are going to make a policy change on the method in which we name our servitors, and announce it with a press release. All of it designed to show that we are leaders in the humane treatment of servitors, and time the press release so it brings maximum publicity for us at the same time as we start advertising the grand opening of the Baldwin/Fletcher's newest attraction, the Milking Station."

Retcher and Arnold agreed, and finalized the plans for the marketing and opening of the Milking Station.

As the meeting was about to conclude, Retcher brought up one more matter, "Oh, what's going on with Jack Deeks? Have you begun proceedings against him?"

Arnold was caught off guard, and paused a bit, "Uum, no, I haven't"

"No?" Retcher was surprised, "Why not?"

"I think the timing is not good."

Retcher was confused, "Timing? What are you talking about? We have his cam contents showing that he filmed in two restricted areas of our grounds; on our controversial movie set, and in our servitor hospital, violating our servitors' `right to privacy'. What are you waiting for?"

Arnold had not carefully thought beforehand how to answer such a question, "I don't know. I think there could be some legal problems. I don't think we have a strong case."

Retcher was not buying it, "What are you talking about? Not only do we have him filming our servitors in the medic bay, but we also have `reasonable suspicion' of an attempt to do us harm by his filming our production set. And we can advance on both these issues with our legal team."

Arnold tried to exit, "Yeah, I don't know about that. Let me look into it some more."

"Listen Arnold, you're not fooling me. A couple of our overseers told me about you walking all around the complex, for two days, with your arm around Deeks, all gaga-eyed like a teen boy in love."

Arnold laughed from nervousness.

Retcher enjoyed catching his brother in his awkward situation, "Anyway, you had your fun with him. Now it's time to move on. He's a perfect specimen. And we're going to be needing at least three more herd leaders. Archer, Slit, and Freckles, all will be completing their terms of indenturement in the next two months. We need to get a move on replacing them."

Arnold shook his head and made a hand sign indicating, `I'll get back to you on that'.

Retcher shook his head, "And you just warned me about getting too familiar with Bunny! You should talk!"

Arnold paused at the door, "Well there is a difference, Jack's not a slave."

Retcher shook his head as if dealing with an errant child, "Not yet."

Retcher took a good look at his brother, "I will leave it up to you. But I would remind you, he would be a most profitable addition to our stables! "

As Arnold opened the door to leave the office, Retcher called out, "And besides, if you land Jack in here as one of our servitors, you could have him all you want!"

Jack tossed in his bed, unable to sleep because of Arnold Baldwin. One moment Jack was feeling an intense love such as he had never before experienced. Another moment he was torn by the eroticism of Arnold, his demeanor, the bulge in his tailored slacks, his fine physique, and his warm, caring, and generous manner.

Yet at other moments intense feelings of jealousy would overwhelm him, `the man owns 500 hot men just like Julian, how could he possibly care about me?'.

But the most painful realization for Jack was knowing that he found himself unable to act on behalf of his friends, Casey and Lloyd because he didn't want to hurt Arnold. While Jack was not certain if he had evidence against Baldwin/Fletcher to prove entrapment, he felt he did have some evidence that he should at least bring before the authorities.

When he had conversations with his friends, Granger, Donny, and Sam, he was disingenuous. He reported that he had gathered no strong evidence, made an exaggerated case that Arnold Baldwin was a benign and caring overseer, and that the servitors were all happy and loved serving at Baldwin/Fletcher.

And Jack never had any intention of revealing to his friends the fact that he was wildly in love with Arnold, especially since his gayness was Jack's well-kept secret.

As Jack rolled about in his bed, he thought about his lack of forthrightness with his friends, and wept that he had acted in such a duplicitous fashion with his free friends, and so cowardly in regard to his enslaved friends, Casey and Lloyd.

Thoughts of Arnold Baldwin kept returning, and would not leave. He thought of Arnold's complexion, his piercing blue eyes, his fine clothes, his pretty ears.

Jack touched his cock and started to rub himself. More thoughts of Arnold continued to bring Jack to a full-hilt erection. He thought of Arnold's voice, his laugh, his good grammar, his scent, his shoes, his silver and black Ferrari.

Jack suddenly took his hand away from his cock, shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and let out a yell; he couldn't believe what he was doing. He jumped out of bed. He knew he would not fall asleep, and would never fall asleep until he did what he had to do; call a lawyer and prepare a case against Baldwin/Fletcher.

15-year old Brent Humphries, on monitor duty in the `servitors in training' dorm, heard water running in the shower room. All of the servitors were supposed to be finished with their showers promptly at 6 pm, and that was almost five minutes ago. Dutifully Brent peeked into one of the stalls and saw Lloyd Reese trying to get his rocks off through some furious fist pumping action. He shouted in his adolescent voice, "Lloyd Reese, I command you to turn off the water and step out of the shower!"

A distraught Lloyd did as ordered. Brent shouted some more, "I command you to put your hands in back of your head, and spread your legs."

A shivering Lloyd did as ordered as Brent dialed up his fellow monitor; Curt Morgan, "Curt, get into the shower room. I just caught Reese jacking off!"

Curt arrived soon after, to see Lloyd standing as ordered, with his 18-year old boner sticking out. Curt admonished the guilty servitor, "You should be ashamed of yourself. What have you been told to do when you have an urge to masturbate?"

"I was supposed to go to one of you two and report my urges, so you could lead me in a round of exercises to help overcome my desires."

Brent gave a disgusted hand gesture to the shivering Lloyd and shook his head, "Well, you didn't do that, did you? Therefore I'm calling Mr. Akers. He is going to be very disappointed in you."

Lloyd called out a tearful, "No, please don't call him", but Brent ignored him.

When Mr. Akers answered the phone, both Brent and Curt kept their eyes on the errant servitor as Brent spoke to Dunn Akers, "Mr. Akers, Lloyd was dawdling in the shower, and when I went to check on him just now, and I caught him jackwanking in the shower stall! Fortunately I caught him in time, before he was able to ejaculate!"

Brent finished his brief call to Dunn, and stood with his arms akimbo as he stared at naked Lloyd, "Mr. Akers is on his way over here right now!"

As embarrassed as Lloyd was, anger got the better part of him, "You two fucking punks! Like you never jack off! It's probably all you know how to do!"

Brent quickly redialed his phone, "Mr. Akers, Lloyd just swore and spoke abusively to Curt and me!"

Brent listened to Dunn's instructions, then took the phone away from his mouth and spoke to Lloyd, "Mr. Akers wants you to stay in the position you're in, with your legs spread and your hands in back of your head, and in that position he wants you to open your mouth as wide as you can open it, and to keep it that way. Do it now!"

Lloyd, frightened and defeated, obeyed the humiliating order. Once Brent finished the conversation with Dunn, he instructed Curt, "Mr. Akers wants you to towel dry Lloyd off while he maintains the position he's in. Mr. Akers will be here shortly."

Brent spoke to Lloyd as Curt began towel drying the servitor, "Mr. Akers says you will be spending a good part of tomorrow choke-collared to the wall by your balls for attempting to jackwank. And he also said that for back talking to Curt and me, next week he's going to let us use you for paddling practice as part of our young handler's certification."

When Lloyd momentarily closed his mouth in order to swallow phlegm, his 15-year old monitor, Brent Humphries, shouted at him in his teen alto, "Keep your mouth open! As wide as possible!"

As Curt towel dried the devastated, naked, weeping, servitor; Brent Humphries reveled in the satisfied feeling that he was an important part of the social service network, and was successfully aiding in the corrective discipline of an errant servant. Discipline that would help guide the servitor to obedience that would benefit the entire community.

When Mr. Akers finally arrived, he wasted no time. He grabbed Lloyd by his left ear, twisted the ear to get Lloyd into a stooping position, and hurriedly pulled him along, reminding him, "Keep your mouth wide open!"

Before exiting the shower room with the wayward servitor, Dunn acknowledged the monitors, "Thanks boys. Great work! I'm especially pleased you caught him before he was able to ejaculate."

Dunn led Lloyd down the long corridor to his training office. Once in his office, Dunn secured Lloyd to a punishment frame and proceeded to give Lloyd the most severe ass strapping he had ever received since he was indentured. He strapped Lloyd's ass with great force for almost ten minutes straight.

When it was over, Dunn went to his kitchenette and poured himself a cup of coffee as he let the devastated Lloyd Reese bawl his eyes out. He also made a quick phone call to his assistant, "You may send Casey in now."

To those not sensitive to the issues involved in servitor training and husbandry, Dunn Akers could appear as a cruel and heartless, sadist. One who led the sensitive Lloyd Reese to trust him as one who cared about his wellbeing, but who now had just mercilessly beat him for merely trying to masturbate.

But Dunn Akers was anything but a sadist; he was, like all of the servitor handlers employed by Baldwin/Fletcher, a master trainer who cared about his charges and knew how to get to the very core of a servitor's being. Through his skill in human psychology and mastery of a broad range of servitor control techniques, Dunn had a long and successful record of leading the indentured to happiness by helping them view their lot with a new and broader worldview.

Once Lloyd's bawling had subsided to the sniffling level, Dunn went up to the punishment frame, undid the bindings that secured Lloyd to the frame, and hugged him tightly. "I am sorry I had to do that. But what have I told you about the desire to achieve orgasm?"

Lloyd answered, "There is nothing wrong or bad with the desire to reach orgasm, but I must first earn the right to ejaculate, and it should always be shared with my brothers and the community."

Dunn gently rubbed Lloyd's back, "I had to give you that beating to let you know that you need to be proud of who you are and of your desires. I had to do that because I love you and want you to begin to experience new things, and new feelings."

After a pause, and with a gentle voice, Dunn asked, "You believe me when I say I love you, don't you?"

Lloyd, so desperately in need of something good to believe in, whispered, "Yes Mr. Akers, sir", as he gave a strong hug to Dunn in return. Lloyd then asked, with a hesitant voice, "Why do I have to share such a thing with the other field boys and the community, sir?"

"Because we want you out in the field showing young, proud, strong, and full of desire. A desire to share with others."

"Mr. Akers, sir, `share'?"

"Share your labor and your body. When visitors come and see that at any given time half of the boys out in the field are erect and full of desire to show off their labor and their bodies, it helps them to realize that the herds are happy pleasing others in such a way."

Before Lloyd could express his bewilderment at Mr. Akers' explanation, there was a knock on the door and Casey Young entered the room. He was tanned all over, and fitter than Lloyd had ever seen him. He was naked except for a pair of sandals and a decorative band about his left arm, and a colorful band about his right upper leg. He went up to Lloyd and gave him a big hug.

As he hugged his friend, Casey spoke, "I heard they caught you trying to masturbate. Why didn't you report your urges to your monitors?"

Lloyd was taken aback at Casey's question, "I, I was too embarrassed." Casey rubbed Lloyd's back as he responded, "There's nothing embarrassing about having an urge for release. I would find it far more embarrassing to have to get the kind of ass strapping you just got than to confess to a natural urge, especially since that is what we are supposed to do."

Casey was beginning to be aroused, and squeezed Lloyd just a little more tightly as he continued to rub Lloyd's back, "Come on bro, you have to get with the program. Once you are ready you can join our newly indentured brothers and me for our final training out in the field. All it takes is to do as you're told."

Lloyd felt Casey's erecting cock brush against his own. Sweat started to run from his brow and armpit, and Casey noticed, "You're getting nervous, aren't you? You're starting to sweat. That's okay. Don't be embarrassed. When all of us new brothers in training are out in the field working together on some chore, and we all start sweating together under the sun it makes our bodies glow in the sun, and the crowds love it!"

Lloyd wondered, "Why are you talking this way? What's going on, Casey? What happened to you?"

Casey gently thrust his groin against Lloyd's, as Mr. Akers answered, "He's doing what he has been instructed to do. He is trying to help you relax and accept your new status. And if you just do that, we're going to let you get some release."

Lloyd's tearful voice, which was no stranger to Mr. Akers' ears, returned, "No, this is weird. This is not right. Please Casey, this isn't like you."

Casey held Lloyd more tightly and nuzzled his face into the right side of Lloyd's face, "This is who I am now, and it is right and good, and you will come to see that for yourself if you just relax."

Lloyd's voice broke, "Oh gawd, Casey! What have they done to you? What have they done to Julian? How can you be this way?"

Casey was now fully erect and ran his hands up and down the length of Lloyd's back and sides. Lloyd broke down in tears, completely lost, "I want my mommy!"

Mr. Akers had never before had a servitor in training break down to such a degree, but he answered in a soothing voice, "That's a good boy Lloyd. That is who you should be wanting to please, your mother! But do you think your mother would want to see her son like this, as a freshly spanked, sniveling, jackwanker? No, of course not. She would want to see her handsome son serving proudly with hundreds of other handsome boys bringing joy to thousands of people every year!"

Lloyd closed his eyes and tears ran down his face. Lloyd appeared to Casey as a child who needed comforting, and he whispered in his ear. "Everything is going to be all right. You will see."

Even though Casey cared about his friend's unease, the scent of Lloyd fueled Casey's lust, and he gently licked some tears from Lloyd's face. Lloyd was strangely moved by the unexpected tongue kisses, and Casey whispered, "It is so good to be with you again. You don't know how much I have missed you." Casey reached down and gently took a hold of Lloyd's footballer sex pack. Lloyd let out a quiet shudder, "No!"

Casey gently fondled his friend's unit, and when Lloyd offered no further complaints, Casey whispered a request, "Lloyd, grab my pecker. I need release too! We can do this together."

As Casey humped, rubbed, and fondled his friend, Mr. Akers was pleased, "Real nice work, Casey. Keep it up!"

Casey began gently pumping Lloyd's cock, "Come on bro, we have to do this. We have to have fun and feel good. This is what we are supposed to be doing."

Mr. Akers commented, "Casey is right, Lloyd. If you don't participate we're going to have to put you in the harness. Would you like that? You can either take it like a man or a woman. Don't make us have to put you in the sling like some bitch sissy."

As Casey continued to affectionately rub and fondle his football buddy, Lloyd pleaded with Mr. Akers to make Casey stop. When Mr. Akers questioned what his greatest fear was, Lloyd answered that if his family and friends, especially his little sister, could see him now he would die.

Mr. Akers used reason to help calm the proud new servitor, "There are many things we do in our life that are not for the eyes of others. I bet you never let your little sister watch you take a shit and wipe your ass. I bet you never let your sister even see you in the shower."

"And your sexual evaluation on entering indenturement revealed that you masturbated at least seven times a week, a bit below the average for someone your age. So you jacked off almost every day, yet I bet your sister never saw you do that, nor would you ever have wanted her to see you doing it."

"And I'm quite certain you never let your sister see all those things that you did to your girlfriend on a regular basis; those things which you were so proud to tell me about during our initial interviews!"

Casey could tell that Mr. Akers words got through to Lloyd, and he continued, "Bro, we are servitors in formation'. During this period we have to give up our egos and wills and let our overseers mold us into what we are to be. And none of it is horrible or terrible if you just accept it! In fact, just like with what I'm trying to do with you now, it's pleasurable; but only if you accept your station. We are in formation' Lloyd, just like monks in a monastery. We have to do what we're told as we learn to see things in a new way."

Lloyd's cock firmed up slightly and Casey continued speaking, "Once you join our brothers and me and see everyone doing what they have been told to do, seeing every one straining to be the best they can be, you just want to be a part of it. You will see!" "We are servitors whose leases are held by Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. And that means that regardless of what you want to be, we now are legally duty bound to obey our Baldwin/Fletcher overseers. And that is our duty in life at this time. You will come to see that it is so beautiful being an `obeyer boy'."

"I'm told that it is hoped that in a few days you will be able to join the rest of us new servitors in group training. There you will see how we all do things together and love working as a band of servitor brothers."

Lloyd's cock, completely against his will, was finally hard. Casey put their cocks together and continued to gently pump both of them with one hand, "In the morning all of us field boys do our exercises together. We all have morning erections as we do our jumping jacks, and there is nothing we'd like to do more than jack off. And sometimes some of us are so horny that we shoot our loads as we're exercising. But being controlled, as we are, by our most secret and strong desires bonds us together in a beautiful way, and we feel as though we are true brothers. We are all bound together in a chaste love."

Casey kept pumping both of their cocks together as he continued with his encouraging words, "It's sort of the way I am feeling with you now, and I think you are feeling too. Maybe a little bit?"

Casey could feel that Lloyd was finally rock hard, and his breathing indicated he was highly aroused. Casey whispered, "Man, what a nice big cock you have. It feels so good being joined to mine! You are making Mr. Akers very proud right now, Lloyd."

Mr. Akers smiled, "You sure are, Lloyd!"

Casey turned to the side a bit to give Mr. Akers a view of his grip of their two cocks, "Look, Mr. Akers, how big Lloyd is! I think he's happy."

Mr. Akers smiled, and Casey continued hugging Lloyd and pumping their indentured footballer cocks together. He put his lips to Lloyd's ear and whispered, "I love you bro. This is better than anything we ever shared on the football field."

Casey licked Lloyd's chin, then whispered, "Now we're really going to have some fun. We have to fuck, and I'm going to let you decide whether you want to fuck me, or have me fuck you."

Lloyd trembled, "This can't be."

Casey turned his body so his ass was up against Lloyd's cock, "Come on Lloyd, slip your cock up my ass. Give it to me like the ace footballer stud I know you are."

Casey reached behind him and tried to guide Lloyd's cock to his asshole, but each time he managed to get Lloyd's cock to his puckered hole, Lloyd would back away.

Casey turned around, "Don't worry, best buddy! I see I am going to have to take you instead. Kneel down for me on all fours."

Casey gently guided Lloyd into a kneeling position on the training mat. Lloyd, so lost at what was happening, was compliant as a lamb as Casey gently positioned him for his fucking.

Mr. Akers handed Casey lubricant and he gently slathered Lloyd's hole with lube before lubing up his own sports rod.

As Lloyd sobbed out of confusion, Casey gently put his dick tip to Lloyd's hole, and spoke quietly, "There is nothing to cry about, Lloyd. Can you feel my dick tip kissing your hole? This is me communicating with you in the most intimate way, and that is a good thing. A beautiful thing. We are two brothers who will now be joined to each other in a special way."

As Casey gently nuzzled Lloyd's hole with his dick tip, he took one hand and lovingly rubbed Lloyd's back as he continued speaking, "This is one thing we learn here; to think of our dick tips as the center of our being, almost as if it were our soul. That helps to make us proud of showing ourselves off in the fields. So the visitors can see the very core of our beings, our souls. It's why we are happy to raise our erected dick tips up tall and proud out in the fields, showing the world our unrestrained happiness."

Casey reached his arm around Lloyd's thigh, and grasped his plump cock. He gently fondled his friend's package. Once Lloyd began to engorge, Casey very slowly began easing his lubed cock into Lloyd's hole. Rather than causing Lloyd discomfort, it had the effect of bringing him quickly to a full erection.

"This is what we are now, bro, obeyer boys who have to do as we're told. And we have been told to fuck each other. It is good to obey. We are right now two obedient servitors, and it is a beautiful thing to be doing as we're told."

Casey began gently pumping his hips, and he could sense, surprisingly, that it was helping to bring Lloyd to extreme arousal. And when Casey's hand brushed Lloyd's cockhead, it was slimed with precum.

Casey eventually began pumping with an earnestness to bring himself to orgasm, and Mr. Akers stooped down to the two boys on the floor and grabbed each of the servitors by the skin at the base of their balls and began a gentle tugging motion. This had the effect of causing the boys, in unison, to moan in pleasure.

Mr. Akers continued to milk the servitors' balls as Casey fisted Lloyd's cock as he pumped away at his rump.

When Casey sensed that Lloyd was as near to an orgasm as he was, he expressed his love, "Oh Lloyd, you are so sweet, so masculine, so fragile, so beautiful! I just want you to be happy bro. Come on, you can do it. I love you bro, I love you!"

Even though some tears of confusion still streaked Lloyd's face, he was in a rare state ecstasy; the ecstasy that only the forbidden can bring.

As both footballers began to convulse in orgasmic pleasure, Casey put his face to Lloyd's back, and excitedly licked and kissed his lower back, as sweat from his arm pits fell on Lloyd's back. With his right hand still pumping Lloyd's cock, Casey reached his left hand to Lloyd's nipple and gently tweaked it.

As their ecstasy mounted in equal proportions, Casey and Lloyd both began moaning in animal lust. Their chastity controlled lives rewarded them with the rarest sensations of pleasure. As Lloyd began shooting spunk from his enslaved footballer cock, he cried out, "I love you Casey!"

As Casey shot load after load of slave cum up his friend's ass, he could only moan out his happiness that he was helping to bring some pleasure, at last, into his friend's life.

Mr. Akers released his grip from the boys' balls once they shot their loads, and went and poured himself some coffee as he watched the two servitors happily and passionately embrace each other on the training room floor.

To be continued

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