What They Did to Julian
By: Randall Austin
(© 2011-2012 by the author)

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Chapter 4

Julian’s first appearance in public as the naked leader of the herd of ‘fertilizer boys’ at the Fletcher/Baldwin Farms in Fresno, California, on the 4th of July, was the biggest attendance day in the theme park’s history.  And not only did families from around the entire USA and Canada attend, but so did reporters from both country’s most important news organizations.

Casey was the privileged guest of Arnold Baldwin for the event, and he got to view the festivities from the owner’s viewing booth.  A local high school band played the fanfare and march that attended Julian’s entrance onto the field.  Casey had no idea of what to expect, but he was as excited and looking forward to Julian’s arrival as were the crowds of thousands of theme park visitors.

Julian was carried out onto the field on an ornate litter carried by a team of ten fancifully painted and decorated field slaves, all with huge erections jutting up proudly to the sky.  But the most fancifully done up slave on view was Julian himself. 

Casey could not believe what he was seeing.  Julian was standing on the litter with one hand akimbo resting on his hip, while he waved to the crowds with the other hand.  He would occasional stop the waving cycle then go through a brief routine of flexing muscle-boy poses before resuming waving at the crowd.  Julian was smiling a broad smile, and it appeared to Casey that Julian’s smile was a genuine, unforced, happy smile.  In short, Julian appeared to be relishing his debut as a field slave at the Baldwin/Fletcher theme park. 

Julian’s naked body was heavily oiled.  His hair was styled in a four-inch tall Mohawk from his forehead to the nape of his neck.  His body had indeed been dyed a light mauve color, which gave him a slightly less human look, but was attractive nonetheless.  His ears were surgically adjusted to stick out a bit, giving him an adorable puppy look, but which made his extremely handsome face seem all the more endearing.  And, most amazing, Julian’s surgically ferruled cock was now long and narrow, and including the foreskin, hung invitingly to just about two inches above his knees.  Julian’s body modifications gave him an exotic ‘wild animal’ look, yet they emphasized his natural beauty while giving off a palpable aura of eroticism.

Julian was fitted with a wild looking horse-like tail that was held in place by a butt plug, and from his ear lobes hung exquisite, long, silver, earrings.

Julian’s body was artistically painted with appealing Hopi Indian-like designs; his lips and nipples were painted a bright, alluring, red; and his eye makeup accentuated his naturally beautiful eyes.

The crowd was roaring in adulation, as thousands of cameras captured the moment.

The electricity that was generated by the moment was something that Casey had never before experienced, and he found it hard to believe that Julian actually appeared to be enjoying the moment.  Casey, while clapping along with the crowd, shouted out to Arnold, “He looks fantastic!”  Arnold patted Casey on the shoulder, then put his arm about his shoulders and pulled him next to himself in a friendly gesture.  Casey was thrilled at the special attention Arnold was giving him. 

Once the litter had reached the podium, Arnold’s brother, Retcher, the master of ceremonies, was there, along with the winner of the ‘Name Julian Raider’ contest, to greet him. 

Once the litter arrived at the dais, and Julian had walked and stood next to Retcher on the podium, Retcher, smiling at the crowd, patted Julian on the back in an affectionate manner, and waited for the crowd to quiet down.

Once things were relatively quiet, Retcher spoke to the crowed, “Thank you everyone for being here to greet our newest field servitor, the soon to be renamed Julian Raider.  I know that Julian, here, thanks you as much as does the entire staff here at Baldwin/Fletcher Farms for being here and giving Julian such a warm welcome.”

“Julian will be serving as the herd leader of the ‘fertilizer boys’, and the winner of the ‘Name Julian Raider contest’, Melissa Cosgrove, standing here next to me, came up with a name that we believe is just about perfect.”

“Melissa’s name for Julian is one that we believe is both appropriate and endearing.  Melissa, tell us what name you have given to the new herd leader of the ‘fertilizer boys’.”

Melissa smiled and spoke directly into the microphone, “Poopee”.  The audience hooted and applauded. 

Retcher explained, “I should tell you folks that Melissa’s spelling for ‘Poopee’ is not the usual spelling you would expect, which is p-o-o-p-i-e, but p-o-o-p-e-e!”  The audience hooted and applauded even more raucously.

Retcher smiled as he continued, “We think the name is appropriate because after all, folks, what is it that fertilizer boys do?”  Shouts of ‘poop and pee’ came from members of the crowd as Retcher nodded, “That’s right folks, they poop and pee for all to see!  They fertilize the crops for us, and for that, nature, in her munificence, provides us with crops in abundance.  So that no one misses the big moment of Julian’s first public elimination, he is going to warn his overseer 5 minutes in advance, and when the gong sounds, that will be the signal for all who are interested to gather to the viewing area of the manure pits to watch Julian do his first official bit of elimination ‘business’ as a fertilizer boy!”

The crowd started chanting “Poopee, Poopee, Poopee” to the huge delight of the owners and administrators of the Baldwin/Fletcher theme park complex.  Arnold pulled Casey even closer to himself, and smiled, “We’ve got a hit on our hands!”  Casey had no idea why Arnold’s physicality was stirring him in some way that seemed forbidden, yet alluring nonetheless.

When, later in the evening, Casey eventually made it back to his room, he was eager to share with his friends, via email, almost everything that he had experienced, “Lloyd, Donny, Rick, Granger, Sam, and Jack!  How are you all doin?  I really really really don’t know how to begin.  It was all so exciting!”

Casey’s email could appear, to an outside observer, to be a fantastic and exaggerated note written by a rather high (on something) vacationer trying to play up the fun and excitement he was having on his trip.  But it was not.  The rollout of Julian that Casey witnessed, and managed to describe rather objectively, was indeed fantastical.  If Casey’s email appeared to be anything other than exaggerated, then Casey would not have been doing an accurate job of describing what he witnessed.

“All those naked field slaves!  What a sight, not only all the naked guys, with almost half of them totally erect at any given time, but the fact of all the people viewing them and getting to see all those dangling man tubes and gaping piss slits up close.”

“And the most crazy thing was when the huge gong sounded, and everyone made their way to the viewing area of the fertilizer pits.  It meant that Julian was going to take his first public shit and piss.  I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.  Thousands of people watching Julian eliminate.  Yet it was real!”

“There is a long bar that hangs over the entire length of the manure/fertilizer/composting pit.  When one of the fertilizer boys has to eliminate, they jump over the pit and grab onto the bar with both hands.  They then bring their legs up as high as they can, spread them, and then let it rip from both ends.  Because the fertilizer boys have to hang from that pole, lift and spread their legs, the viewing audience gets a really clear view of their tackle and assholes. What a sight!  The crowd was screaming in delight and amazement.  I will never forget it.  It was like one of the most magical, crazy, things I have ever witnessed.”

“Arnold told me that because the fertilizer boys eat only raw vegetation, their elimination is totally clean, and no toilet paper is needed.”

 Casey continued, in his email, at length, about all of the things that ‘they’ did to Julian.  He wrote about such things as how his overseers closely watched him on his first day, but were very benevolent when he stumbled or dropped something; how Julian was made to sign autographs at one point; and how at the end of the shift Julian had to shake hands with each of the fertilizer boys, give them a hug, thank them for their work, and then give them a kiss.

But what Casey did not write about to his friends was what HE did to Julian later that day.

Arnold invited Casey to dine with him in his suite, served him fine food, and very much fine wine.  Arnold and Casey had a great time, and Casey filled Arnold in on many of his, Lloyd’s, and Julian’s high-school exploits.  As they finished their meal Arnold received word that the slaves had also finished their supper, and that the five herd leaders, including Julian, who were due to hang in the slings tonight, were about to make their way to what was called the ‘release room’.  

Arnold asked Casey if he would like to meet with ‘Poopee’ before he got into the fucking sling.  Casey, flush with wine and looking forward to seeing the action in the sling room, responded by saying that he didn’t want to embarrass Julian, “Maybe I can meet with him tomorrow before I leave to catch my flight home.”

Arnold nodded, aware that the wine was having its intended effect.  Arnold explained that they could both slip into the release room once the action began, and explained that Casey could easily avoid being seen by Julian because of the low lighting in the fucking room, if he just wanted to watch the action, “But as I’ve said before, if you want to have a go at Poopee, please be my guest!”

Once Arnold and Casey made their way into the fucking room, the action had already begun.  Arnold and Casey were somewhat removed from the slings, so Arnold could explain to Casey in a whisper about the proceedings without disturbing the slaves concentration on sex. 

There were five herd leaders hanging in the slings, slings that could easily be adjusted to get the herd leader into any position that the field slaves wanted.  Casey noted that each herd leader in the slings had three, four, or five field slaves standing in line to get serviced, and asked if the slaves can chose which herd leader they play with.  Arnold whispered, “Oh no.  Everything is on schedule; which herd leader gets slung on a given day, which field slaves have earned the right to sexual release, and which herd leader they get to play with.”

Casey noted that some field slaves were playing with the herd leader’s bodies, some were getting sucked off or jacked off by the herd leader, some were fucking the herd leader, and one field slave was having the herd leader drink his piss.

Casey noted that all the herd leaders had surgically ferruled cocks that were long and rope like, and could tell that their cocks were erect because their long dicks were fatter than they appeared out on the field.

It was a wildly sensual atmosphere, and Casey was intoxicated by the sight of the slave sexual activity as much as he was from the wine that Arnold had served him.

Julian appeared to be in a trance with his eyes half closed most of the time, as were the other herd leaders in the sling, and Casey asked Arnold about it.  “Herd leaders are trained to be hotly sensual when they are servicing the field slaves, and they are trained using meditation techniques that are designed to give them as much pleasure serving others as the field slaves are getting from using their bodies.  They have been trained to think of serving others and they try to get into a state of mind where they think of nothing but a ‘white light of bliss’.  To get to that state it is helpful for the boys in the slings to close their eyes.  All of our operations and practices here at the Baldwin/Fletcher Farms are similarly holistic.”

When the last boy in Julian’s line was finally up to bat, Arnold whispered to Casey, “You should get in line. You really need to expand your horizons.”

Casey didn’t respond, but watched intently the last boy in line sensuously licking Julian’s chest and nipples as he jacked his own cock.

After a moment Casey whispered an answer, “I couldn’t do that. Julian is my best friend.”

Arnold whispered back, “And who says there’s anything wrong with physically ‘communicating’ with a friend?  Julian is a slave now.  He has been well trained.  He is happy as a field slave.  He loves getting sexed by the guys.”

Casey shook his head, “I find that hard to believe.”

Arnold still almost whispering, put his face close to Casey’s, “Just look at Julian, he’s in a happy trance, he’s smiling.  And listen, can you hear him quietly moaning in pleasure.”

The boy jacking himself off over Julian’s body next took Julian’s snakelike cock into his mouth, as much of it as he could, and started slurping it up in ecstasy as he started jacking himself off more furiously.”

Arnold whispered some more, “Look at him suck that cock.  You need to give it a try.  It’s not every day you get to suck a ferruled cock. I’ll help make it easy for you.  I’ll lead the way for you.  You know you want to examine his cock up close, and once you do you won’t be able to resist taking Julian’s entire rope cock and long foreskin into your mouth and playing with it.  And once you do, you’ll understand!”

Arnold’s talk scared Casey.  Yet he followed Arnold as Arnold took his hand and led him to Julian.  As they arrived the field slave sucking on Julian’s cock and jacking himself off started moaning loudly as he began spurting his load.  Julian appeared to be smiling.

Once the field slave had finished jacking off, and was about to leave, he saw Arnold, and he did a reverential bow to his master of masters.

Arnold put a hand on Julian’s belly, and slowly put his head to Julian’s cock and sucked the long foreskin tip into his mouth.  While holding Julian’s foreskin in his mouth he looked up at Casey, who watched in amazement, and seemed to say with his eyes, “You know you want to do this.”

Casey shook his head “No”, but nevertheless moved closer.

Arnold put a hand to Casey’s neck and slowly guided his face down to Julian’s cock.  Julian’s cock, up close, looked like a mysterious, erotic, highly charged, wild-animal, kind of cock.  Casey took the tip of the cock in his mouth, and started to suck more of it in.  Julian gave out a moan of pleasure, still keeping his eyes closed. 

Once Casey started breathing heavily as he sucked on Julian’s cock, Arnold snapped his fingers at one of the slave attendants and indicated Casey.   The slave came forward and started undoing Casey’s belt and zipper.  There was no resistance on Casey’s part.

Casey let go of Julian’s cock and stood up.  The slave tugged Casey’s slacks and undies down, and then lubed up Casey’s dick, getting Casey hard in no time.  As the slave prepped Casey, Arnold adjusted the sling into the fucking position.  Julian, with his eyes still closed, knew to open his knees wider.

The attendant slave guided Casey’s dick to Julian’s hole and helped the homo shy Casey insert his footballer dick into Julian’s hole.

Casey started pumping away, and could not understand why he was doing what he was doing.  Was it the very forbidden nature of doing such a thing to your best friend who was now a helpless slave?

Casey pumped in fury.  He knew before he came it was going to be the orgasm of his life.  And as he began to moan the moment he began to ejaculate, he was aware Julian might recognize his voice, but he could not hold back his moans.  The moan Julian might not have recognized, but when at the climactic moment Casey started shouting, “Holy fucking shit!” Casey was aware that Julian was probably aware of what had just happened to him.

Back in his hotel room, Casey wondered on what he did to Julian.  He rationalized, ‘He knew who I was.  He could have told me to stop.  Maybe it was like getting a part of his old life back by having me put my cock up his ass.  But he didn’t talk to me, and I didn’t talk to him.  He was probably aware of who I was, but he seemed content to be off in his own world.  He seemed happy.  He was like some contented beast.  I didn’t want to break the role he was in because he seemed contented and at peace.  And fucking a slave doesn’t make me a homo.  I would never do a homo thing to Julian’.

Casey slept fitfully, and was easily awakened when around 2 AM there was a knock on his door.  Casey looked through the peephole and saw one of the uniformed hotel slaves.  When Casey opened the door, the slave bowed to him, smiled, and whispered, “Come with me.  I want to show you something.”

Casey was happy for something to occupy himself, so he got dressed while the slave waited in the hallway.  Once Casey left his room, the slave started walking and nodded to Casey for him to follow him.  Casey followed.  The slave said not one word to Casey as he led him back to the servitor compound and once again into the release room.

Casey was surprised at what he saw.  In the release room there were four field slaves hanging in the slings with huge smiles on their faces.  The hotel slave nodded to Casey and did a hand gesture indicating the slaves hanging in the slings, as if inviting Casey to have a good time with the slaves.  There was also an attendant slave who smiled and held up a tube of lubricant for Casey to see.

The attendant slave, without saying a word walked up to Casey, still holding up the lube.  He slowly touched Casey’s belt, as if offering an invite for him to get undressed.  The handsomeness of the slaves, and their beaming smiles, made Casey feel like he was a special part of their group.  He slowly started undressing.  The hotel slave bowed, smiled at Casey and the attendant, and left.

***

The following morning at 10 AM, Lloyd Reese’s usually neatly styled brunette hair was a mess, and his usually alluring dimpled cheeks were hidden by a serious look of concern.  He had gathered his friends, through some frantic phone calling, to a meeting spot that would be the quickest and easiest for all of them to get to, Flora’s Cantina.  Donny, Rick, Granger, Sam, and Jack all arrived about the same time as Lloyd.

“Horrible news, guys!  Casey was arrested in Fresno on some very serious charges.  I don’t know too much about it, but I do know he’s in a mess of shit.”

Everyone asked Lloyd how he found out about Casey.  “I got a call from Arnold Baldwin himself.”

Rick blurted out, “That fucking creep!”

Lloyd shook his head, “Hold on guys.  Arnold didn’t have to call me, but he was concerned enough about Casey, since they had spent a good bit of time together over the past two days, that he wanted me to know.”

Jack spoke in a calmer voice, “Just because he’s letting you know that Casey is in some kind of trouble is just a common courtesy; that doesn’t make Arnold Baldwin a decent man.”

Lloyd shook his head again, “Well I am completely changing my mind about Arnold.  He expressed concern about Casey and said he wanted me to be with him because Casey is going to be needing a lot of support.  He offered to not only help me to get down there as soon as possible, but is paying for the whole thing, even my round trip flight.  He didn’t have to do any of this.  He even had his secretary order plane tickets for me, and is arranging for me to be picked up at the Fresno airport.  I’m leaving for Fresno at 3 this afternoon!”

All of Lloyd’s friends were quietly sobered in their opinion of Arnold Baldwin.  Sam let out a “Wow!”  Granger nodded his head, appreciative of Arnold Baldwin’s gesture, and Jack offered, “That’s a wonderful thing he’s doing!”

Donny asked, “What was Casey arrested for?”

Lloyd gave his shoulders a half shrug, “Apparently some kind of rape charge.”

Everyone gasped, “Rape?”

“Arnold didn’t have too many details.”

Rick opined, “Poor Casey.  He would never rape anyone.  He probably picked up some bitch in a bar who decided to cry ‘rape’ after all the booze wore off.”

Lloyd shook his head, “I know. It’s tough shit.”

Rick patted Lloyd on the back, “Thanks for going down there, Lloyd, to support Casey.  And thank Arnold from all of us, please!”

Lloyd gave a stoic smile, “I will guys.  I will!”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/06/12