What They Did to Julian Part Fourteen of Several Parts By Randall Austin
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As Rob Phelps, a servitor control specialist, gripped the harnessed, tit-belled, and cock-cinched, Lloyd Reese by his hand and led him to the prepping station, where the groomer boys would be putting the finishing touches on him before he was herded out into the field, Lloyd began to sweat from fear. He was adamant; he would not allow himself to be herded naked out into the fields like an animal. He would rather die.
Even just the thought of hundreds of women, young and old, seeing his most private parts was something Lloyd could not bear. He was saving his proud footballer tackle for his future wife; and if his manhood were to be put on public display, Lloyd was afraid it would destroy both his identity and his worth.
When they arrived at the prepping area, Lloyd saw his eleven companion servitors-in-training similarly harnessed, belled, and cinched. They were all sporting giant piss erections, which, like Lloyd's, would not go away because of the tight cinch about the base of their cocks and balls.
The groomer boys were decorating the boys with body paints, rouge, lipstick, and affixing various ornaments such as earrings, arm and leg bands, pompoms, and headdresses.
When a black haired, naked, groom approached Mr. Phelps and Lloyd, Mr. Phelps introduced the groom to Lloyd, "This is Hunter, he is a member of the threshing herd, but this week he is on groom duty. The groomers are the boys who get the field slaves ready and decorated and prettied up for their day in the field. All servitors here rotate grooming duty. And you too, Lloyd, will one day be on grooming duty. You will find out that there is a lot of variety of tasks here to perform, and we rotate them for you so that you boys never get bored."
"Hunter is going to get you oiled, made up, and decorated, and then link all of you boys together by a chain attached to your cock cinches. Please cooperate fully with Hunter and do whatever he asks of you.''
Hunter looked the naked Lloyd over, did an approving `purr', went behind Lloyd, put his arms around him and reached for his chest and did a sensual rubbing of his tits from behind. Hunter commented, "Boy Mr. Phelps, Lloyd sure has some really hot man tits."
Mr. Phelps smiled, "I know, and they are going to drive the crowds wild!"
Lloyd was stunned by Hunter's fondling of his breasts; but even more so when Hunter put his cock against his buttocks, began doing a slow humping motion with his hips, and said, "You sure are a super hottie. You feel really good. I think everyone is going to love you."
Lloyd began in his tearful voice, "Mr. Phelps. What's he doing? Make him stop! Please."
Mr. Phelps replied, "The duty of the groom is to help relax you, and to make you feel and look good. Now you go along with Hunter and let him do everything he has to do."
To Lloyd, his fellow servitors-in-training, all fitted with harnesses and cinches and body decorations, with their cocks achingly piss-erected, appeared as beasts of burden; especially in the way they were docile and allowed themselves to be decorated in such a way without protesting. He began to plead, "Mr. Phelps, you people can't go treating me like I'm some farm animal, like I'm a horse. Please don't do this to me."
Mr. Phelps nodded to Hunter, who then reached his right hand down to Lloyd's cock and began a slow jerking. Lloyd, surprised, immediately stopped his crying. After a moment, Hunter offered comfort, "Now don't you worry about a thing, I'm going to make you look great for your first day on the mill wheel!"
Hunter took Lloyd by the hand and led him to his grooming station. Lloyd, numb and defeated, stopped his whining.
At the grooming station, Hunter instructed, "Now spread your legs nice and wide so I can get access to your chicklets."
Lloyd's voice trembled, "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm just going to attach some decorations to your eggs. I am going to turn you into the most beautiful boy on the mill wheel!"
Lloyd's pride returned in full force and he shouted, "This is sick. I'm not some show animal!"
Hunter gave a worried look to Mr. Phelps, who having heard Lloyd's shouts, was already approaching the grooming table.
Lloyd, seeing Mr. Phelps approach, looked where to run. There was no place, so he bolted towards a corner of the room, crouched on the floor, and grabbed onto a support column. Hunter walked towards Lloyd and spoke quietly, "Please come with me. Don't embarrass your team with such childish behavior."
There was no response from Lloyd. When Mr. Phelps approached, he shook his head, "All right, enough tantrums! We have to get you ready for the wheel. Come along!"
There still was no response from Lloyd. Mr. Phelps, at this point, did not have the option of corporal punishment because Baldwin/Fletcher Farms wants all of the field boys showing a happy and smiling demeanor when out in the fields.
As Hunter tried gently coaxing Lloyd, Mr. Phelps dialed Dunn Akers. He walked away from Hunter and Lloyd because he did not want them to hear his conversation.
Hunter was worried for Lloyd, as were Lloyd's eleven companion-servitors-in-training, who were watching the scene unfold as they themselves were getting decorated. Lloyd's companions all knew he was having an especially hard time accepting servitude, and were worried that Lloyd would now be severely punished for the way he was behaving.
When Mr. Phelps's conversation with Dunn Akers was finished, he walked over to Lloyd, "Get up Lloyd, and come with me!"
Lloyd only took a tighter grip on the support column. Mr. Phelps shook his head, "I'm not asking again." Mr. Phelps waited a moment; when Lloyd did not comply, he reached down and grabbed Lloyd by the ear, twisted it severely, and was able to pull the yelping Lloyd up into a standing position.
As Lloyd started crying and asking what was going to happen to him, Mr. Phelps, by means of expert ear control, led the bawling Lloyd out of the grooming area, forcing him to follow him in a humiliating stooped position.
As the ear-controlled Lloyd was forced to hobble alongside Mr. Phelps, he was overcome with fear and cried out, "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Phelps! Please don't do to me whatever it was that you did to Julian! Please, oh please, don't turn me into a farm animal! I've been good. Don't do anything to me! I love you, Mr. Phelps, please protect me and help me! I love you and Mr. Akers, sir, I really really do! I am a man, not an animal. Please, Mr. Phelps, I'll do anything you want, but not this. Please don't hurt me! Please, somebody help me!"
Lloyd's eleven companion servitors-in-training were all very concerned for Lloyd, and the mood was somber as they stood meekly as their grooms oiled their bodies.
The first thing Bruce Wagner and Clarence Thorpe do on waking up in the morning, and before getting out of bed, is to reach for their smart phones and check their messages and the headlines. The handsome couple from Norwood, Ohio, were very much in love, and as they read their messages with one hand, their other hand fondled their partner's piss hardons.
Bruce moaned, "Don't get me off yet, I want a spanking first."
Clarence was annoyed, "I want to be the bottom today. You were the bottom yesterday!"
Bruce was matter of fact, "I think I'm gravitating towards being a permanent bottom."
Clarence spotted a headline and let out a "Wow!" He read the brief article and spoke excitedly, "Get this, Baldwin/Fletcher is allowing their field boys to select their own servitor names, or even use their real names if they like."
Bruce wondered, "That made the national headlines?"
Clarence explained, "Only because the article mentions Julian Raider, and wonders if he is going to change his name from Poopee. Poopee is a superstar."
Bruce's mind wandered, "Do you think we'll be able to get Julian's autograph?"
Clarence was only thinking of the significance of the article, "This means we can tell our damn self-righteous friends they can stop making us feel guilty about planning a trip to the Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. This proves that Arnold Baldwin is a decent human being who runs an enlightened and caring servitor farm."
Bruce sighed, "Oh man, I'm about to cum just thinking about what we're going to be seeing out at the Farms. All those hot guys, naked, cock-jacked, oiled, and prancing about like fillies!"
Arnold Baldwin entered his brother's office. "What did you want to talk about? I don't have a lot of time. Akers wants me to join him in the viewing area for the rollout of our new team."
Retcher sighed, "I won't be able to join you two. I'm meeting with Joel Haberman, from our legal team, about our `little problem'."
The `little problem' was an uncomfortable subject for Arnold, and Retcher knew it; but he pressed on, "Listen Arnold, there could be an easy way out of these lawsuits. And you need to act on it. Jack Deeks loves you, and you love Jack Deeks. So act on it! Go make love to him, apologize, and tell him how hurt you were when you found out he was suing us, and that you love and adore him, and want to marry him. That'll solve all our problems!"
Arnold thought a bit before responding, "The part that confuses me is that I don't understand why he is suing us. Why didn't he just take whatever info he had to the DA?"
Retcher responded with information of which Arnold was already aware, "Haberman believes that his lawyer is counseling him that with a personal lawsuit he can better force the issue of a `suspicious thread' based upon probable cause, and from that make the case that we used illegal entrapment methods on Lloyd and Casey. Although it's risky for him, it has a better chance of doing us harm."
Arnold was firm, "And that's the reason I can't do what you are asking, confess my love; because he, by his lawsuit, must have known how he would hurt me."
Retcher looked at Arnold, and with a nod indicating to Arnold that he understood his predicament.
When the door to the grooming area was opened, and Rob Phelps and Lloyd came walking in together, the eyes of Lloyd's eleven companion servitors-in-training were on them. And they were surprised at what they saw. Lloyd, as far as they could tell, had not been subjected to any form of harsh physical discipline. Rather he appeared calm and at ease.
While there was no smile on his face, he seemed more relaxed than they had ever seen him. He walked up to Hunter, his groom, and stood in position. Hunter smiled and patted him on the back. And when Hunter started to oil Lloyd's arms, Lloyd smiled like a little boy getting bathed by his older brother.
And when Hunter oiled up Lloyd's piss-erected cock, Lloyd spread his legs a bit and jutted out his groin in pleasure. Lloyd's servitor-in-training companions were pleased at what they saw, and it effectively cleared away the somber mood, even if it left all eleven of them wondering what `they' did to Lloyd.
Dunn Akers and Arnold Baldwin entered the private viewing area of the work fields, each holding a water glass full of chilled Chardonnay. After the announcement over the loudspeakers alerting the park visitors to the rollout of the newest, freshly trained, field boys; Dunn and Arnold clinked their glasses together.
When the doors to the grooming station finally opened, and the twelve new field boys marched out with their heads held high, their faces beaming with smiles, their oiled bodies gleaming in the sun, and all of them tethered together by their purple-headed, up-jutting, piss-erected cocks, the crowds screamed and applauded. As the boys marched their way to the wheel, the brightly colored pompoms hanging from their ball sacks gently swayed, and the bells attached to their ears, nipples, and cockheads, sweetly jingled.
Adding to the sensual allure of the moment were the grooms who accompanied the new boys to the mill wheel. They too were smiling as they walked alongside the new boys, encouragingly patting them on the back, giving them the approving `thumbs up' sign, and affectionately giving gentle tugs to their sperm loaded scrotums.
The grooms positioned the new boys around the mill wheel. Although all of the boys were connected together by a single cord which attached to their cock cinches, once at the wheel the grooms secured each boy to the mill wheel with a chain that ran from the boys' harnesses to a bolt in the mill wheel.
Arnold beamed, "I love seeing the new boys getting chained to the mill wheel. It lets them know what they really are. This is their special moment. And it always gets me hard!"
Dunn smiled, turned towards Arnold, and pointed to his groin to show him that underneath his slacks he was also hard. They laughed.
Once the mill wheel overseer saw that the boys were all secured, he gave the order for them to start turning the wheel. Once the wheel started to turn, the crowd yelled and applauded their approval.
Arnold commented, "Boy, that Lloyd sure has some hot man tits on him!"
Dunn took a sip of wine and smiled, "Yeah, and he's got a pretty nice set of man danglers on him as well!
Arnold suggested, "We should train them so they hang even lower!"
Dunn nodded, "If you want me to do that, I can fix him up with ball stretchers starting this evening."
"Great! Do it!" Arnold took a sip of wine, and then commented, "Looks like he's holding up. Good work, Dunn!"
"Thanks, but there was a problem. Rob Phelps called me from the grooming room because Lloyd was having a major break down, so I gave him an okay to give Lloyd a taste of the `big one'.
Arnold smiled again, and patted Dunn on the back, "Well its working! Look at Lloyd down there pushing the wheel, showing off his nice muscles, and comporting himself like a super obedient little slave boy!"
Dunn nodded, "It's a beautiful sight finally seeing Mr. Mommy's Boy all naked and exposed to the world."
When the first servitor who could no longer hold in his piss finally started releasing the stream from his up-jutting, piss-erected, cock, the audience hooted and howled their approval.
Arnold was in his element, "I never grow tired of this scene. I just love seeing the new boys doing their first public elimination."
Dunn agreed, "It's something I never tire of seeing either, and doubt if I ever will."
Once the first boy had started peeing, the others were finally more relaxed about it and soon all of the boys were releasing their streams from their erected cocks simultaneously. Since they all had an urgent need to piss, their streams were powerful, and their piss streams landed on the backs, butts, and legs of the boys in front of them on the mill wheel. The audience was a din of applause, hoots, whistles, and howls.
After the boys had completed their first public elimination, their cocks did not deflate. Although the cock cinches each boy sported helped maintain their erections, new field boys in such situations tend to remain erect for a variety of reasons. The main reason is that all Baldwin/Fletcher boys are chastity controlled to a serious degree, and all of the new boys are denied release for forty days before their first public appearance.
But it is not just enforced chastity that keeps all of them erect. Some young men erect out of sheer humiliation; some erect at the very fact that they are appearing nude in public before so many women; some erect out of the sheer animal magnetism of the moment; and, for an unabashed few, it is sheer pleasure to be showing off their prime-of-life bodies to the admiring crowds.
When Dunn and Arnold finished their wine, Arnold gave Dunn a hug, "Thanks for your great work with our new herd. They're splendid!"
"And since you had to give Lloyd a taste of the `big one', let me know when you plan on giving him the final treatment. I want to be there!"
To be continued
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