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

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Chapter 9
 

Male high school students who are planning on careers in the field of Social Servitor Husbandry are hired by Baldwin/Fletcher Farms as interns, and perform such tasks as maintaining servitor training and discipline records, assisting at feeding and bathing times, and watching the monitors that track the Farm’s 537 servitors both during the work day, and as they sleep in the evening.

The interns are trained to be polite at all times to the servitors, to address them as “Sir”, and to respond to their questions and comments with stock answers.

The eight new field slaves in training are housed in a separate dorm, and have no interaction with the trained and active field slaves during their seven-month training period. And they, like the active servitors, are monitored the most closely during the hours of ‘lights out’ to help maintain their chastity, since sexual consciousness is the basis of Baldwin/Fletcher’s servitor control.

Curt Morgan and Brent Humphries were on monitor duty for the slaves in training dorm, when they noticed Lloyd attempting to masturbate under his blanket. They quickly entered the dorm and approached Lloyd, who immediately stopped touching himself when he heard a noise.

Curt spoke to Lloyd, “Sir, you need to come with us.”

Lloyd asked what the problem was, and Curt answered, “Sir, you have a behavior problem and we need to address it right now.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Sir, we need to get you caged!”

Lloyd’s voice trembled and sounded to Curt and Brent like he was about to cry, “What does that mean?”

Brent answered, “Sir, we have to fit you with a chastity cage about your loins. You know the rules, and one of the most important rules is that you are not allowed to masturbate, and we caught you doing just that just now.”

Lloyd, more from confusion and humiliation, began to whine and sniffle as he answered, “I wasn’t doing that, I was just scratching myself. Please, sirs, don’t put a cage on me.”

Brent felt sorry for Lloyd, “I’m sorry sir, but now we also have to diaper you as well.”

Lloyd sobbed “Why?”

“Sir, we are instructed to diaper any servitor who cries at anything we have to say or do to them. It seems that crying can make servitors lose bladder control. The diaper is just for tonight, and tomorrow your trainer will decide if diapers need to be continued during your training period.”

Curt and Brent led Lloyd into the medic bay and had him recline on an exam table. Curt took a container of baby lotion, squirted quite a bit in his hands and began rubbing the lotion into Lloyd’s groin area.

Lloyd sobbed, “Why are you doing this?”

Curt explained as he lotioned up the slave’s genitals, “Sir, the diaper retains moisture, so it can cause a good amount of moisture buildup from sweating. The lotion will protect your skin.”

Curt’s thorough lotioning of Lloyd’s groin, bottom, and genitals caused Lloyd’s ‘in need of release’ cock to erect.

The humiliated footballer sobbed as Brent showed him the chastity cage, “Let me fit you with this cage, then we can get you diapered up.”

Brent fitted the cage about Lloyd’s erected man package, locked the straps containing it, and concluded with, “It’s a good fit, sir, and you won’t even know you have it on. It’s one of the most comfortable models, and is of the highest quality.”

Curt then had Lloyd scoot up his butt and placed a diaper under his bottom, then brought the ends together and fastened them. When it was finished he guided Lloyd into a sitting position, “Okay, we’re all done here, sir.”

The slave and the two young interns walked back to the ‘servitors in training’ dorm. Lloyd was finally no longer naked, but he found the cage and the diaper to be more humiliating than nudity.

As Curt and Brent walked Lloyd to his bed and covered him up once he was reclining, Lloyd was sniffling like a baby. Curt and Brent felt for Lloyd, almost as if he was their little brother, and both said “good night” to him as they left him.

Lloyd did not know how to handle the feelings that overtook him; the two high school interns were three years younger than he was, but now he felt like he was their helpless younger brother.

***

Retcher Baldwin stepped into Dunn Akers’ office at 7:30 AM. Dunn was surprised to see him so early.

Retcher made a face as if he knew he shouldn’t be asking the question he was about to ask, “Sorry to interrupt you as you plan out your day, but I was wondering about Lloyd Reese.”

Dunn did not look away from his computer, “What about him?”

Retcher was a little uncomfortable, “Well, I was sort of wondering if he was available.”

“Available for what?”

“Well, he’s kind of my type, and I’m just sort of wondering if I could sort of, umm…”

Dunn looked up at Retcher, and Retcher finished his question, “I need some release and he’s quite a hottie. Just wondering if he’s ready to be used?”

Dunn stood up, “Are you crazy? The kid has only been here a couple of weeks and you want to fuck him?”

Retcher backed away, “Okay, okay! Just thought I’d ask. Sorry to bother you.”

Dunn wanted to make sure that Retcher understood the delicate nature of his work, “If you were to do something like that to him, we would totally lose him. He’d be no good to us. There is no way he is ready to be used in such a way. I have never seen anyone so humiliated at the very idea of being indentured as Lloyd. And I thought it couldn’t get any worse than it was with Julian Raider.”

Dunn calmed down, and continued with his explanation, “You have to understand what it takes to train someone like a Julian Raider or a Lloyd Reese. These guys who were once on top of the world, come to us and they’re total basket cases. But training works. Just look at all the boys in our barns, and out in the field. They’re happy. But it takes time to get them to see things in a new light, to consider accepting living in a new way, with a new paradigm.”

“I believe Lloyd will get there. He is progressing in the same way Julian did. And I think he’s going to be our ideal candidate for the grand opening of the milking station. Arnold asked me if Lloyd would be ready for the grand opening of our milking station, to be the first boy to be publicly milked.”

Retcher wondered, “What did you tell him?”

“I told him that since the milking attraction would first be ready in March, I believe Lloyd will be ready by then.”

Retcher smiled, “Wow, that would be really nice.”

As Retcher exited Dunn’s office, he offered Dunn another sheepish apology for bothering him.

***

Jack, on meeting Arnold Baldwin at the airport on Friday morning, was caught off guard in a way that he had never expected to be. Not only did Jack have to agree with what he had been told about Arnold Baldwin, that he was personable, likeable, and good looking, but also he found Arnold so mesmerizing that he felt guilty that he came to Fresno with a plan to attempt to indict him.

As Arnold drove Jack to the Baldwin/Fletcher theme park from the airport, Jack thought how Arnold was exactly the kind of guy that he liked; smart and laid back, no hang ups, no intrusive ego, and one who seemed genuinely interested in learning all about him.

Arnold’s flashing silver and black Ferrari provided a most luxurious setting for Arnold and Jack’s get-acquainted chat. When Jack complimented Arnold on his car, he was surprised by Arnold’s generous offer, “You can take it for a drive tomorrow, if you’d like!”

Arnold saw the smile on Jack’s face, and offered more, “I have a nice room reserved for you at our hotel.”

Jack was aware that he had best not let his fascination with, and attraction towards, Arnold cause him to let his guard down. He was aware that the offer of a plush hotel room was perhaps the first step in the Baldwin’s entrapment scheme. But Jack was prepared. His special high tech lapel cam was not only capturing the images, it was also capturing every word of Arnold’s and his conversation.

***

Dunn was in the servitors-in-training dorm before the morning wakeup alarm went off. Dunn went up to the bed of the yawning and stretching Lloyd, and caught him by surprise by tapping him on the shoulder, “You’re not to shower with the other boys today. Come with me. I’ll bathe you.”

Lloyd, well rested, was suddenly reminded of the evening’s humiliating experience of getting lotioned, caged, and diapered by two fifteen year old boys. Lloyd began his first question of the day with his tear-streaked voice, “Why are you going to bathe me, Mr. Akers?”

When they entered Dunn’s training room, Dunn explained, “Because it is a good opportunity to talk to you about sex.”

“Sir, Mr. Akers, I wasn’t going to masturbate. I was asleep. I didn’t know what I was doing. Mr. Akers, please, you’re not going to paddle me, are you? Please no, sir. Please.”

Dunn put a comforting hand on Lloyd’s shoulder, “Calm down, Lloyd. You didn’t do anything that needs a paddling, strapping, or spanking, so you’re not about to be punished!”

“Then why was I fitted with a chastity cage and diapered?”

“Because you are not allowed to masturbate unless given permission. And the diaper was only a precaution. The monitors are instructed to diaper any boy who is crying or near to tears, since such boys tend to wet uncontrollably under stress.”

“Sir, it isn’t right that I am caged. It is not right. This is my body. It and all of its feelings belong to me. You, no one, has the right to deprive me of my body, of sex.”

Dunn guided Lloyd to a settee, invited him to sit with him, and then put an arm around his shoulder. He pulled Lloyd close to him as part of Lloyd’s resexualization conditioning.

“Listen, no one is depriving you of sex. In no way! In fact, you need to understand that your life out here at the Farm will be sex-centered. Your life will be sex-centered in a way you never could have imagined. That is why you are in training. We want you to be comfortable with the person, the being, the creature, that you really are.”

Lloyd wondered, “Then why did they put this cage on me?”

“One thing that will be different for you is that you are not allowed to sexually self-gratify yourself. You will have, I assure you, plenty of opportunities for release in ways you have probably never dreamed of. But for the success of the field program, we control your sexual release schedule.”

Lloyd was confused, and resorted to his tear-streaked voice, “It’s not right, sir, that my private parts are caged up like I’m some kind of rutting animal, and then made to wear a diaper.”

Dunn knew it was time to give a really tight hug to Lloyd, and when he did so, Lloyd broke down into convulsive sobbing. The hug comforted Lloyd, and Dunn explained, “You’re only crying because you are confused, and afraid of what might happen. You really have nothing to cry about, and I think you know that. Everything is okay, isn’t it?”

The broken Lloyd muttered a teary “Yes, sir” just as an overly emotional weeping child might.

Dunn reminded Lloyd of things he was previously afraid of, “Remember how you were afraid of getting dyed, and thought your life was over. But once you saw yourself in the mirror, smiled, and what did you say?”

A smile broke out on Lloyd’s face, “That I thought that it looked kind of cool, kind of wild.”

After a bit Dunn whispered, “Let’s get this diaper and cage off of you so you can go potty.”

Dunn was happy to see, once the diaper was off, that Lloyd’s cock was fully erect.

And once Dunn removed the cage, he said to the erected and embarrassed Lloyd, “Come with me and get into the tub. I’m going to bathe you?”

“Why are you going to bathe me, Mr. Akers, sir?”

“To let you know that you are so special, and that you are going to be very well cared for in the years ahead!”

As the once proud footballer sat in the tub, having every part of his body scrubbed by his trainer as if he were a baby, Lloyd felt more deeply comforted than any other time since he had been indentured.

The bath, part of helping up-tight lads get familiar with their body in new ways, was working, and Lloyd felt his bond with his trainer deepening. Lloyd wanted Dunn to be proud of him.

But Lloyd still had concerns, “Please Mr. Akers, you’re not going to tell anyone that I was caught trying to masturbate, and that I had to get lotioned, caged, and diapered, by some 15 year olds?”

Dunn smiled, “No. No one is ever going to find out.”

***

Arnold explained to Jack that he would not be able to meet with Lloyd and Casey while they were in training, but he did arrange a time for him to meet with Julian.

They were allowed to chat for only ten minutes, because Julian had to be off to an interview about a servitor ad he was appearing in. Julian was dressed in a neat business casual style because of the interview. Julian appeared to Jack to be perfectly content with his life as a slave. Their brief talk consisted mainly of reports on Julian’s friends back in Bellingham, Washington, so Jack was not able to get any information from Julian on his life as a field servitor.

Jack, who always found Julian attractive, was especially aroused by Julian’s appearance. Julian’s dyed, light mauve, face only accentuated his fine features. His surgically adjusted, slightly turned out, ears, added to his sensuality. And Jack found that Julian’s Mohawk gave the gentle Julian a raw, tough, and somewhat wild, appearance, which only enhanced Julian’s appearance in Jack’s eyes.

Jack wondered if Arnold had arranged the meeting at a time when Julian specifically didn’t have a lot of time to chat; but Jack was feeling more and more uncomfortable about attributing bad motives to Arnold the better he got to know him. Jack was well aware that he not only could be in dangerous territory, but that he was in danger of losing control of the situation because of his fascination with Arnold Baldwin.

After the meeting with Julian, Arnold asked Jack if he would like to go out into the fields. Jack was thrilled at the prospect of seeing what the field slaves lives were like from their perspective.

As they walked together towards the overseers’ entrance to the theme park fields, Arnold put an arm around Jack, smiled, and in a low voice said, “If you see anything out in the field that you like, just let me know. He can spend the night with you in your room!”

Jack was astounded at what Arnold had just said. Not only did he wonder if he had just recorded the Baldwin’s attempt at his entrapment, but how did Arnold know he was a homosexual? Even his best friends, Julian, Casey, and Lloyd, all now enslaved, did not know that their football buddy was a homo.

Jack’s mouth was open at not only having possibly obtained evidence of an entrapment attempt with Arnold’s offer of a male servitor for sexual purposes, and at Arnold’s awareness that he was gay, but also by the fact that Arnold had his arm around his shoulder. Arnold’s arm felt very strong, yet very warm and caring.

Jack was sweating. If he had hoped to be entrapped in the same way that Casey and Lloyd were, then he would have to accept Arnold’s offer and ask to sleep with one of the field slaves. Jack knew he would have to accept the offer in order to possibly free his friends from indenturement; but he also knew that if his plan failed he would end up enslaved like his friends.

Arnold stopped walking, took out a kerchief, and gently began wiping Jack’s sweating face. Jack, overwhelmed and embarrassed at his visible unease, let Arnold wipe his face as they stood looking at each other beneath the California sun.

Arnold apologized, “I’m sorry. I see that I confused you. My offer was perhaps a bit improper. After all, we hardly know each other.”

Jack, sighed, nodded his head, and smiled. Arnold tapped Jack on the shoulder and asked, “Shall we continue on into the fields?”

Arnold’s touch felt like electricity to Jack, who nodded and spoke a quiet “Yes”.

***

Once Jack and Arnold arrived at the fields, the smell of the fields and the warmth of the California sun intoxicated Jack. Jack let out a sigh and exclaimed, “Wow, this is amazing! The fields, the crops, all so lush.”

Arnold spoke, “I agree with you. It’s amazing to see large scale agricultural production up close; our field workers are blessed to be in service here at the Baldwin/Fletcher Farms.”

Arnold and Jack had to walk quite a distance before Jack spotted any field boys. At first Jack spotted only a few slaves in the distance, but as they walked further, more and more boys appeared. And when they eventually got to the area of the theme park where visitors watched the laboring boys from a long expanse of viewing area, which looked down onto the fields, there were hundreds of naked, laboring, field boys.

Arnold explained, “I’m taking you specifically to where the fertilizer boys work. Fertilizer boys are the largest herd here at the farms, and Julian, as head of the fertilizer herd, is doing a fabulous job!”

For ten minutes Jack watched the scene before him, speechless and spellbound. Like many, he was amazed at what he was seeing, and thought it had to be the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed.

The sight of so much handsome nude flesh being exerted under the California sun aroused all of Jack’s senses to an extreme degree. He felt as if he had been transported to a fabulous land.

Before him were hundreds of nude, extremely handsome, and decorated, field slaves, going about their various duties. All of the slaves were fancifully decorated, and no two field slaves were decorated in the same way.

Some of the workers had their bodies oiled to a light sheen, some to a high sheen. Some field slaves were belled from either their cock, nipples, or earrings. Some wore fanciful headdresses. Some were fitted with colorful arm and leg bands.

The olericulturist boys stood out from the rest of the herds for their bodies were treated with an oil that made them glisten in the sun. They appeared almost as if there were halos about their bodies.

The boys that tended to the fruit trees were specially trained to climb trees without the aid of ladders, and wore special leggings which protected them, but which kept their cocks and balls fully exposed.

The viticulturist herd were the most elaborately body painted field slaves, and each morning one of their duties was to help paint and decorate a member of their herd.

The herd that actually moved the freshly harvested produce from the fields in large carts

were butt plugged with fanciful, animal like, tails, and were scrotal banded, making their ballsacks hang especially low.

The herd that tended the flower gardens were all of slender build, and were not mohawked and body pierced like the rest of the field herds, rather their hair was worn long and hung sensuously past their shoulders. They were all decorated to present a more feminine aspect of the human male.

The fertilizer herd, the herd that Julian lead, were all dyed a light mauve color, which made them appear the most exotic and animal like of all the field servitors.

Jack was easily able to spot the leader of each herd, for their cocks were ferruled like Julian’s, and naked out in the field they appeared to have long, sensuous, dangling, animal cocks.

All about the fields the nude servitors were busy with various tasks: tilling, weeding, hoeing, raking, pruning, thinning, planting, and harvesting.

One of the most amazing things to Jack was that at any given time, about a third of the field boys were erect. As they jostled about doing their various chores, cocks would rise and deflate. And the field boys all seemed to be content and proud of showing off their big bobbing erections. Jack wondered how such guys, guys who were like him, could possibly have been trained to accept such a lot, and apparently be happy with it.

A voice on the loudspeakers announced to the visitors that it was time for the changing of the grafting herd. It was quite exciting to see all of the twenty grafter boys scurrying to form a single line. A bit of happy martial music sounded, and the grafters marched off. And marching into view shortly afterwards was a fresh herd of grafters, and Jack was amazed to see that they were all erect.

Arnold explained to Jack, “We always have the herds march into the fields fully erect. We can’t expect the boys to keep their cocks hard all day long, but we do like to have the herds get themselves nicely boned up before they make their march into the fields.”

Jack, however, whose every sense was overwhelmed at the spectacle before him, had no problem maintaining the boner that arose the moment he had spotted the first nude field boy when he entered the fields. And he made no attempt to hide it from Arnold, especially since it appeared to Jack that Arnold also had a boner.

A blond hawked slave with belled ears passed nearby pushing a wheelbarrow full of straw to dump into the manure pit. He saw Arnold, gave a big smile and wave, and called out, “Good afternoon Mr. Baldwin. How are you today, sir?”

Arnold gave a big smile and yelled, “Hey, Scootch, come here!”

The blond haired slave approached and Arnold complimented him, “I like your earrings!”

Jack was surprised to see Arnold give the slave a friendly hug. Arnold instructed the slave, “Scootch, would you be so kind as to get my friend Jack, here, and me, an iced Fresno mimosa?”

“I would be happy to do so, Mr. Baldwin.”

Scootch left his wheelbarrow and made off towards a series of small buildings to the left of the manure pits.

Jack knew he had to ask for a boy for the evening in order to pursue his plan, and since Scootch was a blond hottie, Jack finally asked, as tough as it was for him, “Arnold, since you offered, I, umm, I would not mind if…”

Arnold completed the sentence, “If I send Scootch to your room tonight?”

Jack nodded, and Arnold replied, “He will be there! How do you want him dressed, and what do you like to do?”

Jack was not used to acting, but he had to appear interested, “I would prefer he was wearing something. Anything, a robe, or slacks, whatever. And I like to do everything.”

“What does ‘everything’ mean?”

Jack was uncomfortable with Arnold’s probing, and with having to play the role of someone who wanted to sexually use a slave. He was not only afraid of the situation he was in and what he had to do, but he feared that the amazing spectacle before him in the field would cause him not to use his best judgment. But he managed an answer, “I really like to get rimmed.”

Scootch returned, just in time to change the subject so Jack wouldn’t start sweating once again from embarrassment. Scootch handed the fancy iced champagne drinks to Arnold and Jack. Arnold thanked Scootch, who then went back to his wheelbarrow and proceeded to deliver its contents to the manure pits.

Arnold signaled to Jack for them to follow Scootch closer to the manure pits.

There was always a stream of boys from all of the herds heading to the manure pit, where they would go when they had to shit or piss. The crowds gathered above the manure pits were always large, and the visitors couldn’t seem to get enough of watching the field slaves relieve themselves.

But it was the fertilizer boys who put on the most spectacular show when they had to eliminate. They didn’t simply stand and piss into the pit or squat over it to take a dump. The manure boys were trained to leap out over the pit and grab onto a pole that extended across the length of the pit. Then once they were swinging from the pole they would spread their legs and let their piss stream flow. It always received applause.

But the most applause accompanied the fertilizer boys who had to take a dump, for once they leapt onto the pole, they would bring their legs up as high as the pole, spread their legs, and with their tackle and asshole on full display, they would take their dump. The crowds would loudly howl and applaud their appreciation at the spectacle.

Arnold explained to Jack, “The reason the field slaves don’t have to wipe themselves after a dump is because they eat a diet of solely raw vegetation. It makes for a very clean elimination. And the vegan diet is the reason we can use the droppings of the field slaves to fertilize human crops.”

Jack did not know what was more astounding, the spectacle of hundreds of hot, naked, oiled, and erect, field slaves, or the fact that there were thousands of people above in the viewing areas, watching the naked field boys as if they were animals in a zoo.

When Scootch had emptied the contents of his wheelbarrow, he waved to Jack and Arnold as he passed them on his way back to the harvesting plot. Arnold put his head to Jack’s ear, “I just want you to have a good time while you’re here. If you have a really good time with Scootch tonight, and want him to go along with you tomorrow when you take my Ferrari out for a spin, that would be fine with me!”

Perhaps because of the heat or the mimosas, Jack was not thinking about Scootch or Arnold’s silver and black Ferrari. He was thinking only of Arnold Baldwin, who was so smart, so cool, so nice, so genuine, and so handsome.

When they finished their mimosas in the most fertile agricultural spot on the planet, Arnold threw his arm around Jack’s shoulders and led him out of the fields. Arnold’s arm about his shoulders felt like heaven to Jack; he had never before in his life been so sensually and emotionally overwhelmed.

Jack, who by this time was deliciously high, knew there could be trouble in feeling the way he did, but he didn’t care; he was in love with Arnold Baldwin.

Posted: 08/03/12