What They Did to Julian Part Sixteen of Several Parts By Randall Austin
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Morning meetings in the dormitory of the servitors-in-training were relatively rare, and were usually held when the boys were freshly awakened by their monitors, and often even before the trainees' protection pants, usually referred to as `chastity diapers', were removed. But this morning the four personal trainers of the new servitors accompanied the six high school monitors into the dormitory, and watched as the monitors woke up each of the twelve slaves, and removed their chastity pants.
The thick chastity pants, which have a hard outer covering made of Kevlar and steel fibers, render any attempts at masturbation futile.
Thus once the twelve servitors were naked and standing at attention, the diapers and the morning need to piss insured that all twelve servitor penises were super stiff and pointing straight up.
Dunn Akers addressed the trainees, all standing upright, with hands at their sides and heads held high, "Good morning boys!"
The boys answered in unison, "Sir, good morning Mr. Akers, sir!"
Dunn smiled in appreciation, "You're all looking fresh and well rested." After a brief pause, Dunn surprised the servitors with the frankness of his next comment, "And look at those cocks, all standing as poised and tall just like you!"
The boys smiled, and Dunn continued, "I want you all to think about something relating to your erections. You have not worn any clothes since you first arrived here, five and a half months ago. Think of how the concept of public nudity was hard on you in the first weeks. Now look at you. You think nothing of it."
"And think of how especially embarrassed you all were if you got an erection. And now it's not a big deal to you because you understand, or at least know, that chastity control is an important part of life here, and all forms of self stimulation and attempts at self-stimulation are a punishable violation."
"We call it chastity control', because it has become part of the common vocabulary; but, as you all have been told by your trainers, it is not chastity' per se that we want to focus on or control. In fact good field service is rewarded with opportunities to obtain needed release. It is a major part of the joy of being a field servitor here at Baldwin/Fletcher Farms."
"No, the reason you are fitted with chastity diapers at night is not to keep you chaste. The act of sexual release does not make one unchaste. The reason for inhibiting sexual release in this phase of your training is so that you can focus on each other, on the brotherhood of servitude. You are all brothers, and you have no secrets from each other. And as brothers you must love each other as you would your own brothers. The happiest servitors love their servitor brothers more than their own siblings."
"So what we, in fact, want you to become is something almost the opposite of what it traditionally means to be `chaste'. We want you to revel in pure sensuality; it should be the focal point of your existence here at the Farms. Revel in your senses, take joy in the fact that you are naked and beautiful; be in this way beautiful for yourself, for your brothers, and for all who come to visit our Farms!"
"You will be serving unclothed, except for boots and, in some cases, gloves, in the fields, eliminating in the fields, just like the beautiful, sheep, lambs, and goats, which alongside you will be working with and caring for. You must be so proud of your life of sensuality that it becomes infections; so much so that young men visiting Baldwin/Fletcher Farms will be envious of you, of your freedom, and maybe wish in secret that they could become a part of your brotherhood!"
Mr. Akers checked to see if his fellow trainers had anything to add, and continued, "Now boys, in two weeks your training will be completed and you will begin your service out in the fields, and will finally be on public display for our visitors. You will be full-fledged adult' servitors, so to speak. And as adults', you will be treated like adults, with the full respect that adults deserve."
"And as adults, you will no longer be diapered at bedtime."
All of the boys had wide smiles on their faces.
Mr. Akers smiled back, and continued, "But as adults, new rules will apply, and more will be expected of you."
"Do you remember what the rule was regarding masturbation when you first arrived here? You were told that while you were in training if you were ever caught masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you would be given an eight-minute paddling, and from that point on be required to be chastity diapered at bedtime for the duration of your training. And within the first month of your training all twelve of you ended up getting that paddling, and ever since have been diapered in the evening."
"But soon you will be fully trained, `adult', servitors, pledged to obedience and filial devotion to your fellow servitors. As adult servitors, you will be allowed sexual release every 14 days if your record shows no more than 8 demerits."
"However, if, as an `adult' servitor, you are caught masturbating or attempting to masturbate, there are new consequences. If caught masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you will be punished with a sixteen minute whipping with the non-abrading training whip."
"Now the eight minute paddling you all received was limited to your buttocks. You all managed to endure it, but all of you ended up hollering and crying just like the baby boys that you really are."
"But the sixteen minute whipping cannot compare to that. Your entire backside, from your shoulders, down to your entire buttock area, and further down to your upper back legs, are all targets for the training whip. So there's a lot more area of your body that will be receiving a lot more pain. If you ever have to receive such a whipping, you will not forget it."
"And once your whipping is over, you will be put on what we call `masturbation probation'. During probation you will be allowed no sexual release for three months. If during your probation period you are caught masturbating or attempting to masturbate, you shall be removed from field service, be fitted with a permanent chastity device, and for the next 12 weeks be sent to work in the farm's cannery, out of public view. Boys who have worked in the cannery describe it accurately; hard labor, plain and simple!"
"And the chastity device emplaced upon `adult' masturbators is not the benign thing that you boys have been fitted with every night while in training. The chastity diapers you wear at night allow you to freely erect, and all that they limit is tactile sensations from passing through."?
"The chastity devise used on boys who fail masturbation probation' is called a virginator'; it is a large, heavy, unwieldy, devise, and within it your penis is permanently sealed into a steel tube that fits your flaccid penis. Because the `virginator' is quite impenetrable, and is removed only once every 20 days for purposes of hygiene, it is therefore necessary that those who wear it be catheterized. So that means that you will also have a urine collection bottle strapped to your lower right leg for the whole time."
Dunn Akers asked the sullen looking servitors, "Are there any questions?"
One of the best behaved of the new servitors, a lad named Bronte, raised his hand; "Sir, Mr. Akers, Sir, so at any given time the cannery is run by guys who have failed `masturbation probation'?"
Mr. Akers shook his head, "Ah, good question. Not quite. Most of our boys are well behaved and are quite happy with the way they are allowed release on a regular basis. So at any given time there are usually no more than ten or so field boys committed to cannery duty. The field-boys on punishment duty work in the cannery alongside a mainly high school-aged work force; it is a job that is highly sought after by the young work force, mainly kids either in high school, or fresh out of high school."
And the reason it is so highly sought out by the young as their first place of employment is because they are given training in monitoring the field-boy cannery workers who are on punishment duty. Having monitorship and some overseership responsibility on their resumes at such a young age will be a big plus for them in any future job searches."
None of the young servitors-in-training had smiles on their faces, since for many of them the most difficult part of their training has been dealing with their high school monitors.
Mr. Akers continued, "But there is no need to dwell on the cannery because most of you will never end up doing a stint there. The reason for that is not only are you allowed release on a regular bi-weekly basis if on good behavior, but the release you will experience is nothing like what you have ever imagined or experienced before."
"The release session is a time in which intense bonds of brotherhood are formed among you servitors. You help each other to find release, and in so doing you become one with each other. And it is during your release session where you boys learn to truly share your identity with each other, becoming one with each other, and with the entire herd. You boys will find a family here such as you have never known. There is no more beautiful a sight, nor a more joyful group of men, than a loving band of servitor brothers, blessing each other as they revel in the utter sensuality of pure love."
The servitors-in-training were not exactly certain what Mr. Akers was talking about, but it sounded better than talk of whippings and the cannery.
The four personal trainers and the six high school monitors all had smiles on their faces, as Mr. Akers continued, "And tonight you are all going to get a taste of that brotherhood of love. Twice a week all 503 of our male servitors gather in Celebration Hall, where disciplinary procedures are administered to those who have racked up more than eight demerit points."
"Punishments are most frequently given out for swearing, back talk, gaining weight, out of proportion body mass fat, improper grooming, and failing to perform out in the field with conviction."
"And even though it is a punishment session, I think you will be surprised at what a loving, bonding, and salutary, experience it is for the family of field boys. During the session, failings are confessed, punishments are administered, and encouragement and support is offered. Emotions run high, with plenty of shared brotherly hugs and kisses, and tears of love and joy. At the end of the session there is scarcely a dry eye in the room."
"But most importantly about tonight, you will be formally introduced to your 503 brothers in service!"
When Jack Deeks arrived to meet his friend Rick at Flora's Cantina, the first thing Rick asked him was if something was bothering him. When Jack asked why he asked such a question, Rick responded that he seemed preoccupied, and not his usual confident self.
Jack explained, "I'm leaving for Fresno tomorrow. Just for a couple of days. I have to do a walk-through with my counsel of the areas of the Baldwin/Fletcher compound that I have been accused of violating."
Rick wondered, "Violating?"
"They claim I took pictures and videos, that such picture taking was clearly prohibited, and that I failed to heed any of the warning notices."
As they perused the menu, Rick muttered, "I don't know why I even bother looking at this thing. There isn't a thing I would dare eat from this crap joint."
Jack wondered, "Aren't you having your usual iced tea?"
Rick sneered, "Last time I had it was over brewed. If I were in the health department of this city, the first thing I would do is have this dump shut down."
Jack laughed, "You're sure one heck of a snooty vegan for not being a gay guy!"
Rick laughed in return, "You seem to know something about gay people."
There was silence as both Jack and Rick pretended to be interested in reading the menu. Rick set the menu down, and with a smile asked, "Jack, you're gay, aren't you?"
Jack contorted his lips as if to say `Big deal, you got me!'
Rick answered the facial gesture, "We all knew it, and it was never a big deal to any of us." There was a moment's pause as Rick pondered the exception, "Of course there was poor Lloyd, but I suspect that now he is being forced to rethink a few of his views."
Both gave a smile, and Rick wondered, "Why would you ever have felt a need to hide your orientation? This is super liberal Bellingham, after all."
"You know as well as I do that in the world of sports, life isn't the easiest thing if you are openly gay."
The waitress came, took Jack's order of two eggs over easy, order of cheese grits, side order of bacon and toast lightly browned, and Rick's order, "I want a glass of ice, a cup of hot water, and a tea bag, but please don't infuse it."
The waitress looked at Rick as if he was not in full control of his senses, "Infuse?"
"Yes, please. I will make my own iced tea, so please don't put the tea bag in the water. I want to do it myself so I can properly time it."
The waitress collected the menus with a "Whatever!"
Almost as soon as the waitress had left, Jack grabbed his head with both hands and started crying.
Rick, alarmed, touched Jack on the shoulder from across the table, "Hey there, man, what's going on? Jack, talk to me!"
"I can't do this anymore. I can't do this!"
Rick stood up and went and sat on Jack's side of the booth, and as he put an arm around Jack's shoulder asked, "What's wrong, buddy? This is not the Jack I know!"
Jack, so in need of emotional release, let it all come out without thinking, "I don't know what I'm doing! I can't save Lloyd and Casey. For all I know they did rape those slaves! I don't know. I can't do this!"
Rick whispered, "Hey, calm down. It's all okay! Calm down."
Rick hugged the weeping Jack, and held him tight, "I don't know what you're talking about. But no one is expecting you to save anybody!"
When the waitress brought the order to the table, she noticed personal issues were going on, "Sorry to bother you, but here is your stuff."
Rick gave her a `thank you' nod, and once she set the orders down, she gave Rick a quick love pat on the back.
Sitting in the booth next to Jack, Rick asked, quietly, "What's going on?"
And to Rick's surprise, Jack answered, "I love him. I love him."
Rick was about to ask the question, but the sobbing Jack answered before the question was asked, "Arnold. Arnold Baldwin. I love him so much!"
Arnold knew why his brother had summoned him. Entering Retcher's office, Arnold could tell at first look that his brother Retcher was not a happy man.
"The little fucker from Bellingham is coming here with his goddamm lawyers! What the fuck is going on?''
Arnold was his usual calm, "I'm pretty sure you know what's going on better than I do. Jack Deeks and a couple of his counsel members are simply doing a `walk-through' of the contested areas. I think we are legally covered. Nothing to be alarmed about."
Retcher was not calm, "You think!"
When Retcher saw that his brother was not swayed by his emotionalism, he was forthright, "Look, the walk through is no big deal. But this thing is going too far. It's gotta stop. We actually could lose this battle. We can't dare risk any negative news. We're spending a fortune on our media blitz regarding our liberal servitor naming policy, and we have already spent more on advertising for the opening of our `Reward Station' attraction than we ever have spent before."
"Our expenditures are paying off. Our hotel is already totally booked from the opening week in July through October. We've never had such an advance sell out. But one bit of negative news could cost us a fortune."
Arnold nodded, "Do you think I'm not aware of the dangers?"
"Frankly, no! Because if you were you would be doing something about it!"
Arnold said nothing, so Retcher continued, "Look, you love him. Get over your pride and apologize to Deeks for whatever in the hell you did that offended him. I'm not saying you should declare your love and beg him to marry you. All I am saying is that if you offer some kind of gesture of remorse or love or whatever he needs, you could perhaps cause him to wonder, and then to perhaps reconsider, and then perhaps to delay this trial. If you get him to give in even an inch, we win the day!"
Retcher repeated the words a bit more quietly, "We win the day!"
After being served their evening meal by their high school monitors, the twelve servitors-in-training were instructed to get themselves groomed and accessorized for their formal introduction to all 503 of Baldwin/Fletcher's field servitors.
Before leading them to Celebration Hall, where they would be introduced and then witness the punishments of errant servitors, Dunn Akers and the three other personal trainers of the slaves in training reviewed the boys, lined up next to each other and standing at attention.
Dunn Akers addressed the boys, "You're all looking good!" He then turned to his fellow personal trainers and addressed them so the servitors could hear, "I think we have a new group of servitors that we can all be proud of!"
The personal trainers all nodded and smiled widely.
Lloyd Reese would normally have been an embarrassed and worried mess, decked out as he was with his body oiled, ear-ringed, tit ringed, cock-ringed, scrotum-belled, and arm banded, but his distress was overridden by the fact that all of his fellow servitors-in-training were similarly done up, and more that something new and possibly exciting was about to happen.
As the boys were led to Celebration Hall, Dunn reminded them, "Remember boys, genuine smiles at all times. You have nothing to be ashamed of. And show full respect and appreciation to all of your fellow servitors. They are your brothers, they are your flesh, and you must love one another!"
When the servitors-in-training, accompanied by their trainers, entered Celebration Hall, the entire room, all 503 servitors, broke out into raucous applause as a welcome to the new members of the herd. It was loud and took the new servitors by great surprise.
And when about half of the servitors stopped their applause, and started waggling their dicks at the new servitors, Dunn explained the action, "It's a special sign of welcome that field boys use to greet each other! They are basically saying that they love you, and are happy to have you as their new brothers!"
So much naked male flesh gathered in one place was a sight to behold for the new servitors, and when half of the field boys started waggling their dicks at the new servitors, as the others continued with their applause, smiles of wonderment appeared on the faces of the twelve servitors in training.
Lloyd and Casey too were smiling.
Lloyd was smiling in part because he was trying to hide from the sensuality of the moment. He could not understand why a palpable sense of the erotic and forbidden was teasing him, or why he was being attracted to what he would normally consider an outrage to his senses.
When the applause and dick waggling died down, Dunn Akers addressed the assembly, "Greetings everyone, and thank you all for welcoming our newest Baldwin/Fletcher family members in a such a heartfelt fashion! When they graduate from training in two weeks time, you will be 515 members strong!"
Hoots and applause again broke out among the `adult' servitors. When things quieted down, Dunn continued, "Today our newest members will get to see for the first time the real love you all have for each other as we do our bi-weekly settlement of demerits."
"I think you all know what these twelve brand new servitors must be feeling right now, for you were once in their position. They are probably thinking of this as a punishment session, and wondering how could we possibly call this a time of `love'."
"But, hopefully, once they leave this room tonight they will not only better understand the special bond you share with one another, but will begin to see that yours and their status as Baldwin/Fletcher field servitors is indeed a very privileged one."
"Tonight we have seven boys who have racked up more than eight demerits, and all have agreed to settle things with us."
"And there is one thing that is new this evening! About a month ago you were all given the option of choosing your own servitor name. When the change was announced, we received praise from across the country for our decision. Interestingly, as you all probably know by now, the majority of you chose to keep the names you were given by Baldwin/Fletcher. Today is the first day we are implementing our new policy, so tonight, for the first time, I will be calling up those due for correction by the names they have selected. And in the future you will be addressed by all members of the Baldwin/Fletcher staff by the names you have chosen for yourselves."
As Dunn called out the names of the boys due for punishment, seven trainer/overseers stepped up to the portable punishment gurneys that the trainers had set up.
Dunn called out the names of the boys to be disciplined with a pause between each name, "Peter Grable, Arthur Hadley, Buzz, Neil Lampson, Pepper, Adriano D'Arcangelo, and Whippy."
As each of the boys went up to a punishment gurney, their disciplinarians instructed them on the positions they were to get into for punishment. Dunn explained to the servants-in-training, "Their position on the gurney is dictated by the type of punishment they are to receive, and the implements to be used."
Three of the boys were simply bent over the gurneys and their wrists were velcroed to the side of the gurney; two got up on the gurneys, reclined on their backs, and pulled their legs up to their chest, in what is known as the diaper position; and the remaining two got up on the gurney, prone, and their arms and legs were velcroed to the gurney.
All of the new boys watched with interest not only those who were on the punishment gurneys, but also the field slaves watching the spectacle. When they first arrived in Celebration Hall less than a quarter of the field servitors were erect. Now as the boys were being positioned for punishment, more dicks started erecting.
When the signal was given, one by one each boy called out his infraction, expressed sorrow for his failing, apologized to his fellow servitors for letting them down, voiced a sincere and renewed commitment to obedience, and asked for their brothers' help in staying on the path of honor.
Of special interest to the new servitors was that each boy up for a discipline procedure was about to be punished with a different implement; two straps of different lengths, a box paddle, a long paddle, two types of whips, and a set of flesh pinchers.
Once the discipline session began, the new servitors were aware that for all of the love expressed, the punishments were severe. The howls coming from those under chastisement indicated the pain was severe.
The buttocks and backs of those under correction quickly turned red. And two minutes into the punishments over half of the cocks in the room were fully erect, including all of the cocks of the servitors-in-training.
One by one the punishments ended, with the longest, by two minutes, taking eight minutes. Although the punishments were severe, the trainees were somewhat comforted by the fact that most of them were over within five minutes.
By the time the punishments were over, the new servitors were aware that three quarters of the field slaves were fully erect. But what surprised them more was that after the punishments were over, and the punished boys were freed from their gurneys, the field boys went up to the freshly punished and gave them hugs and kisses of deep affection.
All of the new servitors were aware of one thing in particular; none of the servitors seemed to have any problem with their raw nudity, with their erected cocks pressing into the cocks of the freshly punished as they hugged them.
And in what was an almost unbelievable show of affection, many of the field boys happily licked the sweat from the pits and brows of the punished.
Although Lloyd was almost breathless, he didn't know what to think. He was watching five hundred naked guys acting not just like animals, but the most subservient kind of animals, herd animals; and they seemed to take absolute delight in their subservience. And it was the freshly punished boys who seemed to be the happiest of all.
Lloyd knew all about fraternal camaraderie and the brotherhood between teammates; he was after all a sportsman, one who had excelled in high school football as a wide receiver that led his district in receptions two years running, and he was regarded as a true gifted athlete and a loyal team player. But the kind of camaraderie that was now on display before him was a camaraderie that seemed, at once, wondrous, strange, and forbidden. It was a mystery to him, and as such Lloyd was attracted to it in a way with which he was not comfortable.
Lloyd found the spectacle so compelling that he feared, from the tingling in his dick, that he might spurt uncontrollably. When he looked down at his penis he was horrified to see precum dribbling down his shaft. Embarrassed he put his hands down to cover his emoting cock, but as he did so he noticed that his fellow trainees were also leaking precum.
When Dunn Akers eventually asked the trainees to get into formation for the march back to their dorm, Lloyd found himself frustrated at having to leave the strange and raucous celebration before it was over.
To be continued
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