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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