What They Did to Julian
By:
Randall Austin
(© 2011-2013 by the author)
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Chapter 15
This was the moment Lloyd Reese had waited for ever since he
entered puberty. He was undressing his new wife in their honeymoon hotel room,
and about to make 'love' to her for the first time. When he gently pulled off
her panties and her virgin pussy came into view he thought his heart would stop
beating. The handsome, dimpled, footballer had seen and tasted a good bit of
pussy during his high school years, but he and his wife were of the same
upbringing that dictates that one does not do sex with the person one intends to
marry.
As Lloyd went down on her and began to lick and slurp at her virgin flesh, he
could feel his cock oozing copious amounts of precum. He was certain he could
have cum, if he wanted to, just by licking her cunt. But that wasn't the
marriage act he had so long dreamt of; so he stood up in front of his naked
virgin bride and slowly began undressing as she watched him in spread-legged
ecstasy.
When Lloyd finally slipped down his undies and stepped out of them, he stood in
front of his new wife smiling proudly, his dimples aglow, broad-shouldered, and
with his footballer cock erected to the hilt.
He stared at his wife as she looked over her new husband for the first time in
the nude. He had the cock she had heard he was rumored to have in high school,
big with low hanging balls.
And Lloyd loved the fact that his new wife couldn't seem to remove her gaze from
the tip of his dick, as if she was hypnotized by his piss slit. He moved his
cock closer to her so she could get a better look at his very soul. This was the
moment he was waiting for; to show off his naked footballer body in full erected
glory to his new wife. His wife opened her mouth in wonder, as she leaned back
and spread her legs as wide as possible for her perfect husband.
And now was the moment of moments, the moment when he and his new bride would
make a baby. He leaned over and looked down at his cock as he slowly brought it
towards his new bride's gaping and juicy pussy lips.
And then he felt someone put a hand to his shoulder. It was Curt Morgan. Lloyd
looked up and saw Curt and also Brent Humphries, his two 15-year old monitors,
looking down on him and smiling, "We're sorry we have to wake you up only a half
hour after having put you to bed, but we overlooked a very important item that
has just been added to your pre-bedtime prep and grooming routine."
The servitor-in-training beds have low, 4-inch, railings, and Curt and Brent,
who were each standing at an opposite side of the bed, both grabbed one of
Lloyd's legs and secured it to the railing by means of security straps affixed
about various areas of the bed. Only when Lloyd's spread-out legs were secured
to the side railings was he awake enough to ask what was going on.
As Curt took the key to Lloyd's thick chastity diaper, a prison-issue diaper
with a thick and hard outer covering made of Kevlar and steel fibers, which
render any attempt at self-stimulation futile, he answered, "Arnold Baldwin,
after observing you on your first day in the field, decided he wants your balls
to hang even lower than they already do, so he wants you fitted each evening
with these scrotal expanders. 'Scrotal expanders' are trainers that stretch your
ball sack. These expanders are the most effective ball stretchers on the market.
I can attest; I've seen them used on a lot of the guys here, and they really
work! You are going to end up with some super low hangers!"
Lloyd felt like crying. Not only had he not been in a hotel room with the wife
of his dreams, but so assaulted was he by this latest indignity that he didn't
even have the pleasure of being able to bask in the thoughts of the hot sex
dream he had just had.
When Curt removed the diaper, Lloyd's over 40-days chaste, massively erect,
penis, came into view. Brent let out a whistle, "Wow, look at that erection! You
must have been having a pretty hot dream."
Curt took a firm grip of Lloyd's mansack and slowly pulled them away from
Lloyd's body, causing Lloyd's erect prick to stick straight up, "It's good that
he's nice and hard; it helps make separating his danglers from his cock root
more precise!"
"Lloyd was by now fully awake and sobbed, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Curt replied, "Because Arnold Baldwin owns you and he wants your balls hanging
like a horse's. This cock and these balls of yours belong to Arnold, and he
wants you looking hot. He wants to be proud of you, because he's going to put
you on full display for the world to see in all of your naked footballer glory!"
Lloyd began his usual sobbing, "No! He can't do this to me."
Curt laughed, "Do you want me to get Mr. Baldwin on the phone and tell him
that?"
Lloyd didn't answer, but sobbed another question, "Are they gonna hurt?"
Curt didn't answer Lloyd's question, "You know, I'm getting damn tired of your
whining, server boy!"
As Curt kept Lloyd's balls separated from his cock root, Brent took the
stretcher device and carefully started wrapping the band of the stretcher around
Lloyd's nutsack, and instructed Lloyd, "I want to get this ball band fitted nice
and tight about your nutsack, so don't go bucking around!"
Lloyd started to cry like a baby.
Young servitor handlers employed as monitors have very little overseership
control of the servitor population, with their duties at Baldwin/Fletcher being
mainly limited to monitoring and grooming the herd boys in training; and they
are instructed to treat the servitors under their watch with full respect. But
young men in such positions tend to revel in their control at unguarded moments.
Curt sneered, "You are such a fucking crybaby slave!"
Lloyd sobbed, "I am not a slave!"
Curt laughed, "Oh, sorry, Mr. 'high and mighty' social servant!"
As Brent continued fitting Lloyd's mansack with the ball stretcher, Lloyd let
out a yelp, "It hurts! Stop it!"
Curt pinched Lloyd's nose, "Good! You need to suffer!"
Once Brent had finished fitting Lloyd with the scrotal expander, Curt, annoyed
with Lloyd's whining, and with a lascivious smile on his face, grabbed Lloyd's
prick and did a slow jacking, "Do you miss jacking off, loser boy? Too bad you
don't get to do what we can do anytime we want!"
Brent, seeing copious amounts of precum oozing from Lloyd's piss slit, cautioned
Curt, "Dude, you better stop that! This slave looks like it could shoot at any
second."
Curt realized Brent was right, and knew he could be in serious trouble if he
were to be responsible for causing anyone of the chastity controlled servitors
in training to get their rocks off.
Once Curt and Brent had re-diapered Lloyd, locking his stallion-like appendage
away where it would be safe from any self-pleasuring attempts, they each had an
urgent need to hit a bathroom stall and relieve their rampant 15-year old urges.
***
Jack Deeks was the last to arrive at Flora's Cantina, where his
friends, Rick, Granger, and Sam were waiting to hear the latest on the pending
lawsuits between him and Baldwin/Fletcher.
They all ordered hearty breakfasts, except for Rick, who only ordered iced tea.
Sam asked, "You're not hungry?"
Rick sneered, "Good heavens! I'm a raw food vegan. Do you think I'd dare eat
anything served in a shit hole diner like this?"
Granger laughed, "Then you'd do well at Baldwin/Fletcher. That's the diet of the
field slaves. Because all that they are fed is raw vegetation, grains, and
beans, Baldwin/Fletcher Farms is able to use their shit to fertilize the crops.
You should have seen those fertilizer boys, hopping on poles, stretching out
their legs and eliminating right in front of hundreds of spectators."
The stark reminder of the life of a field slave filled Jack with dread, and once
again he was vividly reminded of the fate that could befall him if he failed in
his lawsuit against Baldwin/Fletcher.
Jack shook his head, and gave his report, "I have to go down to Fresno a couple
of weeks before the trial. Counsel needs me down there for the final part of
their investigation and prep work."
Sam asked if the date of the first trial had been set. When Jack answered that
it was set for Monday, July 8, Sam exclaimed, "Then you're going to be down
there on July 6th for the opening of Baldwin/Fletcher's newest attraction, the
'Pleasure Pit', where they sap, pump, and milk, the boys who have been on good
behavior until they ejaculate with maximum force.
Jack, again reminded of what fate could befall him, was feeling miserable, "That
is so disgusting! I can't believe the way society allows such treatment of
people."
Rick sipped his tea, "Hey, they're slaves. Get over it! They eat well, are
provided with super health care, and a significant part of their sale price is
invested for them. I see nothing wrong with it other than that perhaps some guys
in that position might feel something of an affront to their dignity."
Sam too had seen the Baldwin/Fletcher ads promoting their newest attraction,
"It's kind of crazy and raunchy, but I have to admit that it sounds pretty hot.
What's really wrong with treating servants like herd animals as long as they are
treated humanely?"
***
Lloyd Reese and his fellow new servitors-in-training were
surprised to see Dunn Akers enter the room and speak to the overseer of their
group training session, Heck Watson. Heck nodded as he listened to Dunn, then
called out, "Lloyd, please store your dumbbells, clamps, training hobbles, and
workout shoes, and go along with Mr. Akers!"
A worried look came over the face of the easily frightened Lloyd. When Lloyd
approached Dunn, he spoke in a trembling voice that sounded like it would break
out into sobs at any moment, "Where are you taking me, Mr. Akers, sir?"
"I'm taking you to meet Arnold Baldwin and some other important people, but
first I have to make you presentable!"
Lloyd let out a sob, "Oh no, what's going to happen to me? Is he going to sell
me, Mr. Akers, sir?"
"Calm down, Lloyd. You should know by now that this behavior of yours is
ridiculous!"
While it was difficult for Lloyd to quiet himself, thoughts and worries of what
was about to happen so preoccupied him, that he went into super submissive mode
as Dunn led him back to his office, supervised his shower, and then towel dried
him as he stood like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
All indentured, enslaved, or imprisoned, young men end up with varying degrees
of wounded pride and loss of self-respect. But for ones such as Lloyd Reese, who
have been used to leading privileged lives, and were esteemed by the community
at large because of their excellence in all areas of endeavor, from sports to
academics, the depression that follows a downfall such as indenturement is often
overridden by a desperate sense to regain dignity at all costs, and usually the
only tool the hapless servant finds at their command under such conditions of
control are overwrought pleas uttered with a voice full of tears.
"Are they going to hurt me?" Mr. Akers ignored the question, and only shook his
head, as he continued to get Lloyd ready for his presentation.
Mr. Akers began by rubbing Lloyd's entire body with an oil that made his flesh
shine like glass.
As Dunn oiled up Lloyd's cock and balls, he commented, "Those ball stretchers
they secure you with at bedtime are really doing their job! It's only been two
weeks, and already I can see they are hanging lower. You could end up having
some of the lowest hangers in our entire herd." Once oiled, Dunn slicked up
Lloyd's mohawk, "We have to make you look your best for Mr. Baldwin!"
It was bad enough being spoken to and treated like a show animal, but when Dunn
fitted Lloyd with a 'bra' about his chest, that was basically a cord that
cinched about his chest, and at each point on the cord in front of Lloyd's
nipples were two large chrysanthemums, Lloyd sobbed, "Please stop, Mr. Akers!"
The bra gave off a definite girly vibe, and Lloyd, turning red from humiliation,
closed his eyes.
And he kept his eyes shut even as Dunn ordered him to form his hands into a
fist. Dunn took Lloyd's fisted right arm, pulled it out, and fitted it with a
long glove that reached all the way to his elbow. Although they are called
'training gloves', they are actually mittens, for the hand part of the glove is
simply a large ball that surrounds the fist with foam rubber. The outside of the
glove is made of a handsomely earthen brown colored synthetic rubber.
As Dunn fitted Lloyd's left arm with the glove, Lloyd opened his eyes. When he
saw that the gloves would render him with totally useless hands, making him look
not only like a beast of burden, helpless and with no real means of using his
hands, but also made him look like a super dunce, he could no longer remain
quiet, "Oh gawd, Mr. Akers, what are you doing to me, sir?" Without waiting for
a reply, he pleaded, "Please, Mr. Akers, you can't let other people see me like
this! Please sir. Please!"
Lloyds face was one giant frown, covered in tears as Dunn next fitted Lloyd's
right upper arm and upper leg with rich-looking, ornate, silver bands. And about
Lloyd's neck Dunn emplaced a two-inch wide matching collar.
When Dunn took out a three-foot long butt streamer, Lloyd put his head down,
chin to chest, and started to cry. The 'butt streamer' is a butt plug with an
attached tail; but the tail is stylized, and rather than being modeled after an
animal's tail, it is simply a long streamer made of earthen colored curled
ribbons. But it had the effect, in Lloyd's mind, of turning him into a total
beast of burden, an animal for sure.
Dunn next surprised Lloyd by giving his already plumped, sex-starved, cock a
good half-minute jack pumping. Once Lloyd was super hard, Dunn attached a rubber
cinch tightly to the root of Lloyd's cock and balls to help him maintain his
rod's straight-up, 'at attention', salute.
Dunn looked Lloyd over, liked what he saw, and as a finishing touch, he attached
a leash to Lloyd's collar and led the distraught herd animal to meet his owner.
***
Dunn, leading the leashed Lloyd down the corridor, passed a
doorway from which Steve Framer, a trainer with Baldwin/Fletcher, was entering
accompanying two young males dressed in business slacks, sport jackets, and
ties. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs.
Steve called out to Dunn, who stopped and waited for Steve and the two cuffed
boys to approach.
"Dunn, I'd like you to meet Joshua Singleton and Roman Obadiev. They are our two
latest purchases, just arrived on a flight from Cincinnati. I believe that both
of these young men have been assigned to you as their personal trainer for the
next three months."
Dunn smiled and looked the two boys over, "Yes, I have seen their names on my
calendar. Thank you for introducing us, Steve."
Dunn touched both boys on the shoulder, "Howdy gentlemen. I am pleased to meet
you. I look forward to our first session next Monday."
Both new boys hardly heard what was being said, for they were staring open
mouthed at Lloyd. They had never before seen a herd boy, and seeing Lloyd close
up, all naked, skin-dyed, mohawked, butt-tailed, erect, banded, and oiled, was a
sight from which they could not compose themselves.
Lloyd, aware of the stares, looked at the floor, but he was not as embarrassed
as he might have been, for he realized that the two handsome boys were now no
better off than he was, and would probably soon be going through all the same
humiliating treatments that he had been.
When Steve and the boys had passed on, Dunn asked Lloyd, "Two good looking boys,
don't you think?"
Lloyd's response was an almost inaudible mumble, "Yes, sir, Mr. Akers, sir."
***
The training room to which Mr. Akers led Lloyd was one designed
for visiting guests and observers to the training process. Thus it almost
resembled a large living room, lacking only typical furniture and wall
decorations. And training tools that could appear fearsome to those unacquainted
with the business of training servitors, of molding human beings into perfect
models of obedience, were kept out of view.
Lloyd immediately spotted Arnold and Retcher Baldwin. Standing next to Arnold
was Julian, naked as well, but not decorated. Lloyd did not know who all the
other well-dressed people in the room were.
Arnold nodded to Julian, who at the signal went up to Lloyd and gave him a big
long and tight hug. Tears flowed from Lloyd's eyes.
When the hug was over Mr. Akers addressed Lloyd so everyone could hear, "Lloyd,
we have some especially good news for you, so we have assembled some very
important people here to meet you. You of course already know Arnold and Retcher
Baldwin."
Arnold and Retcher smiled and nodded happily at Lloyd, who was still sniffling
from the emotion of getting hugged by Julian.
"The five guys here who aren't dressed in fancy clothes are some of
Baldwin/Fletcher's senior trainers."
The 17 people who were dressed in fancy clothes laughed at Mr. Akers' comment,
and Mr. Akers continued, "And the rest of our fine guests are either members of
our board of directors or are shareholders."
Mr. Akers checked out Lloyd to see if he was getting over his sniffling. He was.
Mr. Akers, still looking at Lloyd, continued, "We wanted these special guests
here because we have some very exciting news for you. As you can see from the
smiles on everyone's face, we are all very pleased with you. Therefore, Arnold
and Retcher, my fellow lead trainers, and I, have decided to choose you to open
our Farm's latest attraction, the 'Reward Station'. It's an attraction where
spectators will be able to watch the boys who have been on good behavior get
some of their special needs 'taken care of'. Strapped onto an especially
designed hanging plank designed to give the public optimal view, the boys who
have been on good behavior will be publicly pumped, sapped, and milked, until
they ejaculate with maximum force and pleasure."
"And the really great news is that your friend, Julian, will be the one who will
be publicly milking you at the grand opening of the attraction."
Mr. Akers continued, but Lloyd could hardly take in what he was hearing,
"Everyone in this room has already seen videos of you shooting, and they all
agreed that you were the obvious choice. So today we want to do a sort of test
run with you and Julian."
Lloyd let out a pitiful "No!" and began to cry. Retcher shook his head and
commented, "Oh dear, there he goes again!"
Retcher's comment was all that Lloyd could take, and feeling like he had nothing
left to lose, asked Retcher in a tearful and angry voice, "Do you like
humiliating people? Making fun of people?"
A concerned Dunn quickly reprimanded Lloyd, "That comment was seriously
inappropriate!"
Lloyd, still crying, not knowing what to say, shouted, "I was entrapped, and
everyone knows it!"
Retcher asked, "Who is everyone?"
Lloyd knowing he would get nowhere with his defense, and that the guests in the
room were probably enjoying his breakdown, continued with what was really
bothering him, "You can't go on treating me the way you have been. You can't do
this to me. It isn't right to treat someone like an animal!"
Arnold, unfazed by the scene, commented matter-of-factly, "Everyone in this room
is an animal."
Lloyd did not know where Arnold was coming from with his offhanded comment, but
he was worked up enough to vent without planning what he would say, "You, all of
you, have no right to do this stuff to me; the way I'm bound all of the time so
I won't bolt, the way I'm constantly screened. When I complain that my
restraints or expanders hurt, I am told they will fix that, but nothing is ever
done. When I let out a swear word, some guards tell me they will overlook it,
yet I still get flogged. And when I complain about some mistreatment, they tell
me it was an oversight, yet sanctions are still imposed because I complained."
Lloyd, exhausted stopped his rant, and started crying. But he could not wipe
away his tears because of his mittened hands. He knew that he was not especially
coherent in his rant, but the act of venting was a release he needed.
The entire room was silent except for Lloyd's crying. Arnold Baldwin pulled a
tissue from his pocket, walked up to Lloyd, and started drying his tear-streaked
faced. Lloyd, terrified at first, was confused by Arnold's gentleness as he
cleaned his face.
Arnold spoke in a soothing voice, "Lloyd, I don't know why you are crying.
Everything you just said now proves to me that you not only want to be
indentured, but that you want to serve in the most abject and debased manner
possible."
Lloyd stopped his crying to protest, "No, that's not true, sir."
Arnold smiled and looked intently at Lloyd. "Lloyd, you're a smart boy. Do you
know what a contronym is?"
Lloyd, welcoming any civil and intellectual challenge, shifted gears and started
thinking of an answer. After a few seconds, he responded, "It's a word that
changes its meaning and pronunciation when capitalized, like 'polish' and
'Polish'.
Arnold was pleased also that Lloyd had shifted gears, "That's a good try. No,
what you describe is a capitonym."
Lloyd was surprised at Arnold's civility and intelligence, as Arnold continued,
"No, a contronym is word that is its own antonym. It is a word that means both
one thing and its very opposite."
All of the guests were relieved and pleased to see how the literate and clever
Arnold was able to engage Lloyd and get him over his crying fit.
Arnold did a quick smile to some of the assembled guests, and continued, "Lloyd,
please consider some of the things you just said, some of the things you accused
us of doing to you."
"You said that you were bound all of the time so that you wouldn't bolt. Yet
consider that bound means both 'restrained from movement' and its opposite,
'heading towards a destination'. And 'bolt' means both 'secured', and
'fleeing'."
Some of the assembled guests nodded their heads at Arnold's observations, but
wondered where he was going with them.
Arnold continued, "You said you were constantly 'screened'. Yet screen means to
display or show, as in one screens a movie, and it also means to hide something
from view, as in putting something behind a screen."
"You said that you are told that your overseers will fix this or that problem,
yet fix means both to repair, and to castrate."
"You used both 'overlook' and 'oversight', yet both words mean both 'to
supervise', and its opposite 'to neglect'."
"And you used one word which many people wrongly associate with civil servitude,
'flog'; yet flog means to 'promote with persistence' and its opposite, 'to
beat'."
The entire room of was filling up with smiles of amusement as Arnold took easy
control of the bewildered footballer.
Lloyd didn't know what to feel or think as Arnold continued, "And you went on to
complain about sanctions being imposed if you complained, yet 'sanction' means
to both 'ratify or give permission' to something, as well as its exact opposite,
to 'impose a penalty'."
There was silence in the room as Arnold took stock of how field boy Lloyd was
handling what he had just told him.
Even though Lloyd seemed somewhat overwhelmed by Arnold's pronouncements, he
managed to shake his head in a slow back and forth motion as if he were unable
to find words to counter what his owner had just said.
Arnold, satisfied in the control he was showing to his important guests over one
of his newest and most prized herd animals, continued, "Lloyd, do you want to
know what I think?"
Lloyd unsure of what was going on, answered quietly, "Yes, sir, Mr. Baldwin,
sir."
Arnold put a caring hand on Lloyd's naked shoulder. His hand sent a tingle
thought Lloyd; the hand that owned and controlled him and brought him to the
state that he now found himself in, both frightened and comforted him.
Arnold spoke in a soothing tone, "You know what I think, Mr. Lloyd Reese?"
Lloyd shook his head to indicate that he did not know, but his voiceless
response also indicated his apprehension.
Arnold moved his head closer to Lloyd's, "I think you like it that Mr. Akers has
complete control over you. I think you like it when you occasionally have to get
spanked by him. I think you have a crush on Mr. Akers."
Lloyd shook his head in silence, as if fighting back tears, as Arnold continued.
"I think you like being monitored by those high school boys. I think you like it
when they fit you each night with your ball expanders. And I think you like it
most of all when they have to chastity diaper you each night, like some little
boy, to keep you from masturbating."
Arnold put his other hand on Lloyd's shoulder, and, holding Lloyd by both
shoulders, put his face next to his. Their noses were almost touching as Arnold
continued, "You have never before been so totally looked after and cared for as
you are here. You like it. And that's why we like you."
Arnold fingered Lloyd's collar, "Yes we have you naked, leashed, decorated,
erect, and collared, but that's only because we care so much about you."
Arnold then gave the mesmerized field trainee a hug with both arms. Lloyd did
not know what to think, but he was no longer afraid. The hug from his powerful
owner felt good to him, and he let himself bathe in the sweet euphoria of the
moment.
Emotionally overwhelmed, Lloyd once again began to cry, but this time he was
crying from a release of emotions he did not understand.
The spell of the moment was broken when Arnold let go of Lloyd, and gave a nod
to Julian. "Julian, before we secure Lloyd to the plank, why don't you go down
on him, but not all the way. Just put his dick knob in your mouth and work his
piss slit a bit to get Lloyd nice and hot for his session on the plank."
Julian did as ordered, and before Lloyd could take in what had been requested of
his friend, Julian was already on his knees in front of him easing his erect
dick tip into his mouth. Lloyd's crying turned to confusion, because the feel of
his friend's mouth on his long sex-starved footballer cock overwhelmed him.
Julian's lips were happy to suck, and it showed to everyone as his own field-boy
prick started to erect. Only when Arnold stopped Julian from his dick-tip work
did Lloyd realized what had just been done to him in front of a room full of
clothed people.
He turned red from shame, and was too lost in his humiliation to comprehend what
was going on when Dunn Akers led him to an upright plank that had two cords
attached at both ends that led up to a tractable pulley system in the ceiling.
Dunn removed Lloyd's butt plug tail, and then had Lloyd stand in front of the
plank. He was then secured to the plank by cords about his chest, waist, and
legs. His mittened hands were drawn in back of the plank and cuffed together,
thus keeping him fully exposed.
Once he was secured, all Dunn Akers had to do in order to raise and level the
plank off the floor, to a level at which Julian could conveniently work on him,
was simply to pull up on the bottom of the plank, and push down on the upper
portion. The tractable pulley system automatically locked the plank in place
whenever one stopped pushing on the plank.
Next Dunn turned the plank so that the bound Lloyd was facing the assembled
guests. When Julian came and stood in back of the plank, Lloyd was in the same
position a guitar would be if Julian were to play one, only Lloyd on the plank
is the instrument Julian would be playing.
Julian, standing in back of his planked friend looked at the Baldwin brothers
for a command to start. Retcher spoke, "That's a real nice sight, don't you
agree folks?" Everyone in the room nodded and voiced their agreement.
Retcher continued, "And Mr. Akers, you sure did a good job of getting Lloyd all
shaved, oiled, and prettied up, for this event. Thank you for your great work in
preparing yet another vendible for field labor!"
Mr. Akers accepted Retcher's praise with a nod and a smile, as Retcher
instructed Julian to begin, "Julian, why don't you begin by removing Lloyd's
chrysanthemum bra so you can start feeling up his lady parts."
Everyone in the room could see that Julian was pleased to begin his task by the
smile on his face and the bounce of his cock as he began feeling up Lloyd's
tits.
One of the trainers hooted, "Way to go Julian; feel up that lady's tits!"
Everyone watched the two animal boys in sensual silence; one bound to the plank
and dazed into silence, and the other a smiling and popular herd leader, who
learned quickly, once indentured, that obedience was its own reward many times
over.
Retcher gave out further instructions to Julian, "Move one of your hands down to
his cunt, and start fingering that man clit."
Julian reached for the skin of Lloyd's dangling balls and began a slow milking
of his man sack. It made Lloyd's dick stick straight out at the audience.
Lloyd closed his eyes and opened his mouth, but whether it was from the height
of humiliation, or from the pleasure of finally having his chastity-controlled
manhood manipulated, Arnold, Dunn, and Julian could not say.
Retcher called out to Lloyd, "Come on Lloyd, you're a showboy now, so give us a
nice big smile so we can see your pretty dimples and teeth!"
The hapless planked slave couldn't react, so Arnold also offered guidance,
"Lloyd, you're looking really good on the plank, all toned, hawked, and
super-hard. Just relax and let your pal make you feel really good. Make us proud
Lloyd; we want to see what you can do. We want to see you shoot long, full, and
far! We know you can do it!"
Retcher also tried to help, "Lloyd, just concentrate on that big purple dick tip
of yours. That is your soul, that is what we're all looking at right now, and we
know you won't let us down. Jut that manhood of yours out proudly for all of us.
Stick it out; let Julian work it for you! Be proud of what you now are, a
valuable and beautiful field laborer who will bring pleasure to many!"
Julian took some lube from his service belt and slathered his pal's cock. With
one hand he started pumping Lloyd's cock, and with the other he tweaked and
twisted Lloyd's man tits.
Lloyd moaned and jutted out his hips as much as his restraints allowed him.
The guests were getting into it as well, "Milk him good!" "Jack that animal
dong!"
Retcher offered his own brand of encouragement, "When you granger boys behave
yourself, this is the special kind of treatment you can expect!"
Julian, sensing that Lloyd was nearing a climax, devoted both of his hands to
his friend's genitals. With one hand he deftly tugged on Lloyd's balls, and with
the other he continued with his finely tuned cock jacking, trying to catch
exactly just what kind of pumping action was needed to make his pal spray like
he never had before.
As Lloyd neared his climax, a strange sense of the pleasure of the perverse
overtook him, and all he could do was submit. He was being treated even lowlier
than decorated farm animals are at a county fair, for such animals do not get
publicly cock-jacked.
He was banded, cinched, mittened, and rouged, and was about to cum for the
lustful pleasure of the free spectators.
When Lloyd's cock started to actually get hot in Julian's hand, he knew his
friend was about to release his load. The electricity passing from Lloyd's body
to Julian's was causing Julian's also on-display sex organ to dribble copious
amounts of precum.
When Lloyd started moaning, arching his back, and curling his toes, the audience
knew he was about to shoot. Camera phones were whipped out just in time to
record the orgasmic spectacle. As Lloyd moaned loudly in ecstasy, his jutting
dick shot streamer after streamer of hot cum. The streamers were long, the ropes
of cum shot hard and far, and they kept coming and coming.
The audience hooted and applauded, as Arnold and Retcher congratulated each
other on their choice of Lloyd as the opener for their amusement park's newest
attraction.
As the audience reacted to what they had just witnessed, and Arnold and Retcher
took in the congratulations of board members and shareholders, Julian turned the
plank so Lloyd was no longer facing sideways, but was reclining upright. Lloyd
had his eyes closed, and there was a faint smile on his lips. Julian gently
rubbed the show animal's shoulders and chest, increasing Lloyd's smile.
As the guests departed, and Dunn Akers helped Julian to free Lloyd from the
plank, Retcher asked his brother, "When are they going to do the 'big one' on
Lloyd?"
Arnold nodded eagerly, "We were going to wait until one week before the grand
opening of the Servitor Reward Station, but now Mr. Akers tells me he believes
that Lloyd is ready to have it done with the rest of the new boys in training,
two weeks from now."
Retcher jokingly smacked his lips, "Boy, that kid is really going to be
something to see once he's treated!"
Arnold nodded, "I know, it should be quite a transformation!"
Retcher wondered, "Can I watch?"
Arnold shook his head questioningly, "I don't know, I worry about you older
brother; you don't have a stomach for those kinds of things."
Retcher smiled, "I promise I won't throw up this time."
To be continued...
Posted: 05/17/13