What They Did to Julian
By: Randall Austin
(© 2011-2013 by the author)

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Chapter 20

When Jack Deeks woke up in his hotel room on Saturday, July 6, and saw that he had drank almost the entire 1.5 liter bottle of wine, he wondered why he didn’t have a serious hangover; until he noticed from debris a pizza box strewn about the kitchenette that he had eaten an entire pizza.  He could not recall eating the pizza.

Jack was ashamed of himself.  He recalled chatting on the phone with his friend Rick in Bellingham, Washington, couldn’t recall the specifics of the conversation, but was aware of the fact that he had possibly made a fool of himself.

His guilt quickly disappeared when he realized that he would be spending the entire day with Arnold Baldwin.  He was looking forward to being around the man he was so in love with.

He took off his undies, went into the bathroom naked, and looked at himself in the mirror.  He was pleased that last evening’s over indulgence didn’t seem to show on his body; in fact the anticipation of seeing Arnold brought him to life and put a big smile on his face.  

After Jack showered and towel dried, he went to the sink and began shaving.  He liked what he saw in the mirror, and he was determined to make himself look his very best today.  

Jack rarely spent this much time grooming himself, but today was different.  He moisturized his face to ensure that he presented a gleaming picture for Arnold.  Next he spent about ten minutes styling his hair.  As a finishing touch he applied cologne, another rare touch for the ‘wanting to appear as straight and macho’ Jack.

Jack spent just as much time getting dressed as he did grooming himself, and once he felt that he was as hot looking as he could get, he left his hotel and drove to the Baldwin/Fletcher Farm’s theme park.

But as he drove, in a sudden flash the fear that had been haunting him returned, once again.  How could he be doing what he was doing?  The Baldwin/Fletcher Farms were a place of human exploitation, and the man he loved was a major player in an industry that helped to make such debasing forms of servitude acceptable to the general public.

***

As Jack parked his car in the lot of the theme park, he was surprised at the number of visitors already at the park by 10 AM.  As he walked to the visitors’ entrance he gave Arnold a call, and was pleased that Arnold sounded as excited about getting together as he was.  The sound of Arnold’s voice melted Jack’s heart, and once again weakened all of his doubts.

When Arnold finally arrived to greet Jack, he did something of a double take at the sight of the well-groomed Jack.  Before hugging Jack he did a once-over of his friend, and complimented him, “You are beautiful!”  And when he hugged Jack and smelled his freshly groomed maleness, he whispered, “I could eat you alive!”

Arnold put an arm on Jack’s shoulder, and led him to the building that was constructed for the theme park’s newest attraction, ‘The Reward Center’. Arnold spoke, “The Reward Center’s grand opening is at 2 PM today, but the boys are rehearsing right now.  I thought you might like to get a preview!”

Jack was excited, “Oh, would I ever love to see that!”

When the Reward Center building came into view, Arnold explained, “The newly constructed building is in the neoclassical style, like all the other buildings here at the theme park.  It houses only 1,300 visitors, but the price of admission is quite hefty.  Even so, every performance is booked full for almost three full months in advance!”

Jack wondered, “How often do performances take place?”

“There will be only one performance per day on most days, but after today’s grand opening, on Saturdays and Sundays, there will be two performances, one at 2 PM and one at 6 PM.”

Arnold led Jack to a special director’s viewing area.  Jack, like all who had heard of the Reward Station, had imagined it would be some truly unique and fascinating display.  What he saw before him was even more fanciful than he had imagined, and he let out an involuntary, “Wow!”

Arnold nodded his head in agreement and beamed, as Jack surveyed the interior of the building with wonder.  The building, while not huge, had fine architectural detail, and the spectator seating built around the stage was such that every seat in the house was a good one.

On the stage were a total of 18 servitors, all were nude and fitted with large chastity cages.  On the highest point of stage set was Lloyd, fitted with a bridle, halter, hackamore, and body harness.  He was suspended slightly off the ground, and slightly tilted headfirst toward the spectator seats, suspended by stage cables attached to his harness.

Standing in back of Lloyd was Julian.  And on either side of Lloyd and Julian were 8 servitors, each standing on a stair that descended from the stage’s high point.  Arnold explained, “The show begins with the boys in formation, all flaccid, dancing onto the stage, with a brilliant show of lights and music.  After their dance routine they take their place on the steps that lead down from the stage’s high point, where Julian will be milking and fucking Lloyd.”

“Once the boys are arranged on the stairs, the first thing they will do is perform the ‘magic fountain’; it’s a very special pre-milking spectacle we’ve prepared.  It will doubtless drive the audience into a frenzy.  Once that is concluded, Julian will enter pulling Lloyd by his balls.  They will then do a set of muscle boy poses for the audience as happy music plays.”  

“All of the boys on the stairs will have been fitted with state of the art electro-cinches, emplaced about the base of their cock and balls, which monitor and control their arousal and proximity to ejaculation.  As Julian and Lloyd mount the stairs, the stage technicians will get the boys on the stairs to start erecting their dicks through electro-stimulation.  As their dicks start erecting the boys will do a dance number that has them thrusting their hips and erect dicks out at the audience.”

“Julian will then secure the stage cables to Lloyd’s harness, and he will be pulled up and forward so his ass is right at Julian’s cock level, just as you see them now.  Then, Julian will reach his hand around Lloyd’s waist and slowly begin to jack him off.  As he does this a slow mesmerizing piece of music will begin that will grow in intensity as the boys get nearer to orgasm.  When a signal, directed by Lloyd’s monitoring electro-cinch, is given to Julian, he will insert his cock up Lloyd’s behind and begin fucking him raw.”

“The great thing is, Lloyd’s electro-cinch will send signals to the cinches of the boys on the stairs.  And once Lloyd and Julian start cumming, all of the boys will shoot their loads one after another, with the boys lowest on the stairs shooting first.   It will be like fireworks of sperm! And we expect that a lot of people in the front row seats will be hit by the boys’ sperming and jizzyming cocks.”  

Arnold smiled, and added, “But people who purchase those front row seats are given fair warning.”

***

After leaving the rehearsal, Arnold and Jack walked about the theme park, stopping at several viewing areas to observe the various herds at work.  Jack noticed that the field boys, for the most part, looked happy and seemed to be having a lot of fun.  There was a lot of horsing around going on as the boys worked in the fields; good natured butt slapping, adolescent-like sneaking up on unsuspecting boys and tugging their ball sacks, surprise dick pullings, and even lots of friendly hugs and kisses.

Jack smiled at the horseplay, “They sure are a frisky bunch!”

Arnold responded, “We control the boys through their libido, so we encourage them to have fun and be affectionate and sensual with each other. It builds real camaraderie. The only thing they are forbidden from doing is ‘going all the way’.  We control that with a schedule that the boys find gives them the most ‘bang for the buck’, so to speak.  So, needless to say, they’re all quite happy with the release schedule we have them on.”

Jack thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “No!”  Jack needed an answer now, there was no time left for doubts, “I want to know what you did to Julian and to all of the other boys to get them behaving in such a way.  I need to know now, because I want, more than anything, to trust you!”

Arnold dropped his affable nature, and gave Jack a look that was one of both exasperation and impatience, with his lips showing something of a sneer.

In a sudden move Arnold put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and hurried him off to the cover of a nearby clump of bushes and small trees.  As he led Jack he snarled, “You want to know what we did to Julian; well I’m going to show you!”

Jack, taken aback, was somewhat frightened, “Arnold, what are you going to do?”

Under cover of the bushes and trees, Arnold faced Jack, put his hands on his shoulders, and spoke in a quiet yet determined voice, “You want to know what we did to Julian.  You have asked that question of me several times, and I have answered it for you every time.  But you have never believed me and the answer I gave you.  So now I am going to show you what we do to boys like you, boys who come to us full of stubborn behavior, refusing to trust authority, and thinking they know everything.”

Arnold slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of Jack’s shirt.  Jack, shocked and surprised by Arnold’s surprise move, was nevertheless curious, although nervous about the fact that there were hundreds of visitors walking the path just beyond the cover of the trees.  Jack, beginning to sweat, asked again, “Arnold, what are you doing?”

Arnold undid Jack’s belt, undid the top button of his slacks, unzipped his fly a third of the way down, and whispered, “I want you know that I am getting pretty damn tired of your questioning my integrity, do you understand?”

As Arnold’s voice shifted from a whisper to a lower pitched, slightly raspy, voice, he snaked his hand down Jack’s trousers, and grasped the top third of his flaccid cock, “What you need to do, boy, is get over your sense of entitlement; the feeling that you need things or answers on your own terms.  Because let me tell you something, if you don’t get over that attitude, I’m going to have to do something to you that I would rather not have to do, and which you would regret!”

Jack, sweating, whispered Arnold’s name, as Arnold moved his head close to Jack’s ear, “What you need to do is to make me proud of you.  And you can do that being a good little boy.  But if you continue to be stubborn and refuse to consider the facts, I will have no choice but to take you to the punishment bay, take down your pants, and give you a bare-rump, over the knee, spanking.  And I will do it, I promise you!  Now you don’t want me to have to do that, do you?”

Jack, breathless, his dick firmed up from Arnold’s gentle fingering of the upper half of his shaft, did not respond.

Arnold continued, “So you need to know that from now on you are going to do what I tell you to do, trust in what I tell you, or else face the consequences. And one of the things I’m telling you to do is to stop asking what we did to Julian!  If you ask that question again I’m going to secure you to a punishment frame with joy-straps, comfort-stop your gapper, and redress your failings through a series of disciplinary acculturation sessions.

Jack, breathing and swallowing heavily, both frightened and excited, didn’t know what joy-straps, comfort stops, gappers, and acculturation meant.

And before he could ask, Arnold continued in a voice one would use with an errant child, “Now we can avoid all of that, and instead I can make you feel really good; better than you have ever felt before.  Would you like that, little guy?  Do you want me to treat you real special?  Do you want to be a little angel, and feel really good things?  Because I can make you feel really good if you behave.  Can you imagine how special you are to me when you behave?  Do you have any idea of how proud I am of you, how much you please me, when you behave?”

Jack didn’t know if Arnold was being serious, or playing some crazy game.  All he knew was that the sense of danger, which mingled with his arousal, caused his loins and man-rod to tingle as if they were being stimulated by some force outside of nature.

Arnold let out his breath against Jack’s cheek, as sweat formed on Jack’s brow, “Will you promise me now that you’ll be a good little boy, and make me proud of you?  Once you do that there will be nothing left for you to worry about, ever!

Jack’s mouth was wide open, his dick hard, as he whispered, “Yes!”

“It would so hurt me if I had to discipline you like some street punk, especially such a smart and pretty boy like yourself.”

As Arnold continued to tweak Jack’s footballer rod with his right hand, now slimed with precum, with his left hand he dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a lightweight collar with an attached leash, and held it up for Jack to see.

“Do you know what this is?  It’s a collar and leash.  Your collar and leash!  And if you don’t apologize for doubting me, right now, I am tearing off your clothes, and leading you naked to the punishment bay, right in front of all of the visitors!  And you can holler, scream, and protest, all you want.  But no one will pay any attention to you, because I am Arnold Baldwin; and to them you will be viewed as just another naughty naked field slave being led to punishment.”

Jack, sweating profusely from sexual arousal, breathed heavily as he cautioned, “Arnold, you have to stop this now, or I’m going to cum in my pants!”

Arnold pulled his hand out of Jack’s trousers, hugged him, and brought his lips to Jack’s.  They kissed long, hard, and deep.  When their lips finally parted, Arnold put his nose to Jack’s, “Now it’s time for you to answer; are you going to start behaving?”

***

Jack and Arnold spent a bit more time under the protection of the shrubbery as Jack, with the help of Arnold, buttoned up his slacks and shirt.  Once both men had cooled down, Arnold led Jack to a concession stand and ordered two drinks billed as “The authentic, refreshing, drink of the boys in the field: ‘Muscled Buck Cooler’.”

They walked down several paths leading to the viewing stations of various herds, and when they passed the viewing area of the threshing herd, and noticed that it was sparsely populated, they went and took a spot midway between two other male couples standing at the guard rail that protected them from the field boys, and from an eight-foot drop into the field where the boys labored.

A discrete sign on the guardrail gave notice to visitors, ‘Please do not feed the field boys’.

To the left of them were two obviously straight boys into talking dirty and nasty to the servitors.  One of them shouted out, “Put some muscle into it!  Get a move on it!  Shake those balls!  You’ve made your own bed, now roll with it!”

The other straight boy called out to a field overseer, “Hey guard, that kid with the orange and yellow band about his forehead is slacking!  Whip his ass or something!”

Arnold and Jack gave each other a smile, but Jack did observe that the field boys took the rousing good-naturedly, and seemed to be as entertained by the lewd and rude comments as they were by appreciative wolf whistles and the frequent rounds of approving applause.

Jack took another sip of his ‘Muscled Buck Cooler’, and exclaimed, “This stuff is really good!  What’s in it?”

Arnold answered, “It’s basically plain black iced tea, laced with a bit of basil, vanilla, and a tinge of lavender.”

Jack could only exclaim again, “This drink is magic.  Those field boys really have it good!”

One of the men standing to the right of Jack overheard his comment, looked at Jack, and agreed,
“I agree one hundred percent; it’s fabulous!  We’re already on our third glass of the day.  Whoever would have thought lavender could be used like this!”

When the man saw who was standing next to Jack, he hit his partner on the shoulder, and, jumping with excitement, called out, “Oh my god, Bruce, it’s Arnold Baldwin!”

Bruce was just as excited, “Oh Mr. Baldwin, we are your biggest fans!  We just love this theme park and everything you have done here!  This has been the greatest vacation of our life, and it is a thrill for us to meet you in person!”

Arnold was gracious and went over to the boys and shook their hands, “I’m so glad you boys are having a good time.  What are your names, and where are you from.”

Clarence answered, “I’m Clarence Thorpe, and this is my partner Bruce Wagner, and we’re from Norwood, Ohio.  We have been looking forward to this trip for over half and a year and it has been well worth the wait!”

Arnold, looking the boys over, asked, “Where are you boys staying while you’re here in Fresno?”

Bruce answered, “We’re staying right here at the Baldwin/Fletcher Theme Park Hotel; and I have to tell you the accommodations are just grand!”

Arnold smiled appreciatively, "I can't tell you how much hearing that, and how much you are enjoying your visit to our farms, pleases me.  I want to thank you for coming out to visit us.  What room are you boys staying in?  I must send up a token of appreciation!”

The boys were elated.  Bruce answered, “We’re in Room 540.  And it’s great because we have a view of the avocado orchards from our window!”

Jack was impressed once again by both Arnold’s graciousness and his generosity. With Arnold’s latest act of generosity towards the Ohio strangers, it was becoming quite clear to Jack that Arnold was indeed a most honorable man; the man he wanted him to be, and which he had tended to believe that he was all along.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/27/13