What They Did to Julian Part Thirteen of Several Parts By Randall Austin
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When Jack Deeks found out that he was being counter sued by Baldwin/Fletcher Farms, he froze. It was the most terrifying moment of his life. He could not think, weep, get angry, or comprehend if he had made a major error in initiating legal action against Baldwin/Fletcher. And he could not begin to imagine what Arnold Baldwin must be thinking of him.
Jack knew that he was deeply in love with Arnold Baldwin before he went ahead with the lawsuit. But he initiated the lawsuit because he believed it was the right thing to do on behalf of his friends, Lloyd and Casey. Now the fear that he had destroyed his relationship with Arnold by bringing a lawsuit against Baldwin/Fletcher Farms was confirmed by the Baldwin brothers' counter suit.
And a new fear now gripped Jack so strongly that he began to sweat. It was something he had not considered before; if he lost his battle in court he could end up being indentured and turned into a zoo animal just like his friends. Whatever it was that they did to Julian, Casey, Lloyd, and to the 500 other males out at the Baldwin brothers' theme park to turn them into compliant beasts of burden, he didn't want to have to find out.
It was all a nightmare. Jack could not process the fear he was going through; but at the end of a very long day it was the pain of losing Arnold's love that overrode even the fear of his own possible indenturement.
Lloyd, standing at the feeding stall, from where servitors in training at Baldwin/Fletcher Farms dine, read the note that was attached to his food tray cover, `Today it is mandatory that you drink all three quarts of water in your pitcher. To make it easy, we recommend that you take a drink after every bite of food'.
Lloyd knew by now that he had to do whatever he was told, or else he would face punishments that were not only painful, but also humiliating.
It was the humiliation of his situation that most unsettled Lloyd. Everything about his new existence was humiliating to him. And humiliation to the once proud footballer was worse than pain.
And the humiliations seemed to never abate; from having to stand at a stall and eat like some cow at a feeding trough, to having to be naked and controlled, constantly being spoken down to as if he were either not very bright or an animal in training, being spanked like a child, being monitored by teens, and soon to be working out in public, in front of thousands of people, nude and tethered, turning a mill wheel just like slaves in olden times.
He knew what the water was for; he had heard the other servitors in training talking about it. Field boys are introduced to the fields for their first couple of weeks of field service by being secured to a large mill wheel. Turning the mill wheel is considered a good and safe introduction for the field servitors' first public duty because it is easy, requires no concentration, and it gets them used to public nudity because the twelve new boys turning the large mill stone have their hands manacled to the turning rod so they can't conceal their genitals in any way.
And every twenty minutes the wheel is stopped and each boy drinks a quart of water. Then the turning of the mill wheel resumes. The boys have to urinate while turning the wheel. It creates a great public spectacle, but more importantly it helps the new indentees get used to their `animalness'; to not be ashamed of their status as field servitors, and to realize that bodily elimination is just a natural part of livestock husbandry.
It was party night at the Norwood, Ohio, home of Bruce Wagner and Clarence Thorpe, a handsome and popular gay couple. As Bruce, Clarence, and their four guests were seated about the dining table having a meal, which they all had helped to prepare, Bruce announced Clarence's and his upcoming planned trip to California to visit the Baldwin/Fletcher theme park for the grand opening of its newest attraction, the Servitor Reward Station', or as it was beginning to be popularly called, the milking station'.
The conversation was immediately animated at the mention of Baldwin/Fletcher, especially since ads were currently running throughout the Midwest featuring Julian Raider.
A few groans were heard from a couple of the guests. Bruce smiled, "Yeah, Clarence and I know all about the popular perception of that place. We've heard all of the horror stories."
"But there was something about that classy ad that made us wonder, `can an organization that created such a classy ad be so bad'?"
Everyone in the room had seen the ad by now, which featured Julian Raider, who was known to almost everyone in the United States and Canada because of the media blitz surrounding his indenturement. The ad featured the extremely handsome former footballer dressed in clothes of the highest elegance, which contrasted enticingly with his styled Mohawk, inviting the viewing audience to come out to Fresno and watch him and `his five hundred friends having a ball under the California sun'.
Several friends in the room chimed in with comments, "I saw that ad. It was fuckin hot!" "I think the whole thing is a ruse. Julian is not really a slave, but is working for the Baldwin brothers!" "Who doesn't want to go to a zoo where hundreds of naked guys are worked like animals?" "I think it is simply immoral!"
Bruce continued, "But we're also attracted to the Farms because Clarence and I have been getting into some new adventures, sexually speaking."
There were guffaws and rude comments, but Bruce shushed them, "That ad inspired Clarence and me to start talking about the whole S&M thing, about tops and bottoms, and about spankings. And we found out that we both were turned on by some of that S&M stuff and had never talked about it."
Bruce and Clarence's closest friend, Doug Smith, was forthright, "Hold on there! It's one thing to do some sex play kinky shit. But taking it into the real world and letting society think its okay to treat slaves the way slaves really are treated by big businesses such as Baldwin/Fletcher is simply turning a blind eye to the horrors of slavery."
Clarence nodded, acknowledging the comment, "Alright, we admit we're going out there because we want to spend four days gawking at 500 balls-naked, gorgeous, laboring, sweating, guys in prime physical condition. But Bruce and I are just as anti-slavery as you are, and we intend to do a little research while out there."
Clarence took a sip of wine, and then continued, "So far, my search for info on the Baldwin brothers seems to show that the Baldwin's are really very cool guys, and treat their servitors very well in fact! There is testimony out there from former servitors that support that."
Doug shook his head in disagreement, as Bruce refilled his guests' wine glasses.
Dunn Akers collected Lloyd from the feeding station and took him to this training room, where he was introduced to a gentleman in uniform, "Lloyd, this is Rob Phelps, a servitor control specialist who is going to get you prepped for your time on the mill wheel."
Rob, dressed in servitor control specialist uniform of grey slacks with a black stripe down each leg, black boots, a cream collared shirt worn underneath a lightweight grey jacked, and peaked grey cap with a black visor, put a hand on Lloyd's shoulder, "Well boy, this is your big day. I'm here to get you harnessed, clipped, and cinched, for your debut out in the field. He looked Lloyd over admiringly and then took a hold of Lloyd by his large balls, "Wow, this is a pretty impressive set of man danglers you're carrying, field boy! You're going to be one of our star attractions!" Such demeaning treatment and talk put Lloyd into his frightened mode, and Mr. Akers sought to put him at ease, "Lloyd, Rob is the person who will decide which herd you will eventually be placed in. Rob is of the opinion that boys with low hangers, such as yours, are best put on display in the trotting drudge teams. They are the boys that are harnessed together in groups of four, and pull bales of hay and so on about the fields, while marching in a fancy high stepping trot."
Lloyd shook his head, tried to protest, could not, and instead broke down sobbing, "No, no, no. Please Mr. Akers; don't let him do anything to me!"
Mr. Akers said nothing and let Rob take control. Rob grabbed Lloyd by a shoulder, "Stand tall and stop that whimpering! Stretch out your arms and legs so I can get this harness on you!"
Lloyd did not move. Rob took the box paddle hanging from his implements belt, and starting fiercely stroking Lloyd's ass with the hairbrush sized discipline paddle. Lloyd was screaming after the first blow, and was soon turned into a sobbing blubbering servitor. Only after about 20 very fierce strokes did Rob stop and ask, "I'm simply asking you stand up straight and tall with your arms and legs spread wide. Are you going to do that now?"
Lloyd bawled out his answer, "Yes sir, Mr. Phelps, sir!"
As Rob fitted the corrected and still sniveling servitor with the harness, he asked, "I don't know why you new field boys don't just do what we ask. Is getting fitted with this field harness hurting you as much as the paddling I just gave you?"
"No sir, Mr. Phelps, sir!"
With the harness straps about Lloyd's waist, chest, and shoulders, Rob gently grabbed Lloyd by the chin and spoke sincerely, "No one here wants to do what I just had to do to you. Believe me! I hate having to whip a buck stud like you. But if you will only trust and obey, you will never have to get such a punishment again. Now can you promise Mr. Akers and me that you're going to begin trusting and obeying those in authority over you?"
Feeling like an errant child, still sniveling and ashamed of himself, a chastised Lloyd spoke from his heart, "I promise. I really, really, promise, Mr. Akers and Mr. Phelps, sirs!"
Rob started to pet Lloyd on his back, almost as one would do to a puppy, "What a good little boy you are!" As he rubbed Lloyd's back with one hand, with the other he grabbed his dick and started pulling on it. The chastity controlled servitor quickly erected, and Rob complimented him, "See, we treat you nice when you behave!"
As he continued gently pumping Lloyd's footballer cock he explained, "We need to get your rod nice and hard and sticking straight up so everyone can get a clear view of your nut sack as you push the mill wheel." Mr. Akers commented on how quickly Lloyd erected, "It usually takes me a little longer to get him jutting so hard."
Rob explained, "Well a big part of it is all that water we fed him at meal time. What you're seeing here is partly a piss hardon. We like to march the new boys out to the wheel all sporting massive piss hardons. The crowd loves it, and then once we've got them hooked up to the wheel, and they start turning the wheel, they can let loose with their piss. It creates a nice fountain effect as all the erected boys finally start releasing all that piss, and the crowds go wild!"
Once Rob had Lloyd fitted with his field harness, he put an elastic cinch about the base of Lloyd's erected cock and balls, "This cinch keeps the boys purple-headed hard for their time at the wheel!"
Rob then took two elaborate tit decorations, long slender bells that hung from a light caliper chain, and attached them to Lloyd's tits by means of a clamp. Lloyd let out a yowl, and Rob smiled, "You're beginning to look real pretty."
Rob took a hold of Lloyd by his hand, "I'm taking you down to the groomer boys now so they can put the finishing touches on you before you're herded out into the field!"
Julian Raider entered Arnold Baldwin's plush bedroom, wearing a white silk robe; and he was scented and groomed just the way Arnold liked his bed boys prepped for bedroom service.
Arnold, wearing a blue robe, went up to Julian and embraced him, "Man, you are so beautiful!"
Julian removed his robe, and stood naked and proud before his owner. Arnold put his nose in Julian's armpit and moaned in ecstasy, "I could eat you."
Arnold then kissed Julian on the lips and their tongues danced together. After a short tango, Arnold went to the bar and asked, "What's your work duty for tomorrow?"
"I'm doing grooming and stable duty."
Arnold nodded happily, "Great, then you can have some wine!" As Arnold opened a bottle and poured the drinks, he spoke, "Your pal Jack is suing me."
Julian was surprised, "What for? I thought he had a thing for you."
"He did, and I did for him, big time. But I guess he felt duty bound to do something for his friends, Casey and Lloyd, whom he believes were entrapped."
Julian and Arnold looked at each other and smiled broadly. No words were spoken.
As Arnold handed Julian his wine, he asked, "Did you know Jack was gay when you were playing football together?"
Julian nodded, "We all suspected it. But it was no big deal to any of us except Lloyd."
Arnold laughed, "Yeah, that kid has a bad case of the `straights'!"
Arnold and Julian sat together on the couch and took a sip of their wine. Julian asked, "How is Lloyd doing?"
Arnold shook his head, "Not too well. Not a day goes by in which he doesn't break down in tears and demands to know what we did to you and the other field boys to make you so compliant?"
Julian wondered, "Well when are you going to do the `big one' on him? When are you going to let him know how you turned me and all the other guys into cock-hungry, dong-slurpers?"
Arnold laughed and put his arm about Julian, "You know how we are here. We like to start off with traditional training techniques first. But we will probably be doing the big one' on him sometime before the start of summer. As you know, he is going to open the Servitor Reward Station' in July as the first field servitor to be publicly milked."
Arnold patted Julian affectionately on the shoulders, "But what you do not know is that I want you to be his milker!"
Julian smiled, "What an honor, sir!"
Arnold was pleased, "Yes, the opening of the milking station will be an even bigger event here than your rollout was! It's already getting lots of nation-wide attention."
Arnold playfully opened his robe to show Julian his large prick. Julian made a licking motion, and grabbed Arnold's wealthy cock, "I better start practicing my milking technique!"
Julian snuggled up to Arnold, still playing with his cock. Arnold looked Julian in the eyes, and asked tenderly, "How are you doing, Julian?"
Julian whispered, "My name is `Poopee'. Have you forgotten?"
Arnold, somewhat embarrassed, stretched himself out on the couch, pulling Julian along with him, "Don't talk silly. I want to know how you are."
As Arnold fingered Julian's nipples, Julian closed his eyes, "Sometimes... Sometimes I feel like I'm in heaven."
To be continued
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