What They Did to Julian Part Six of Several Parts By Randall Austin
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When a stunned Lloyd Reese, appearing in court dressed in a tee shirt, lounge pants, and Baldwin/Fletcher Hotel slippers, told the judge that he had been set up, Judge Melanie Baylor told him the same thing she had told his friend, Casey Young, at his trial, less than an hour earlier, "The video evidence shows no sign of being set up. Let me ask you something, Mr. Reese. If you went to a beach that was clothing optional, and some stranger came up to you making hand gestures of the sort you described, that seemed to be inviting you to go up to some nude sunbathing females and have your way with them, do you think, based on some hand gestures of a stranger, that would give you the right to take the females by force and have sexual relations with them?"
Lloyd was near to tears, and the judge explained the seriousness of his crime, "The rape of a servitor is actually a more serious offense than the raping of a non-servitor. Servitors often find themselves in vulnerable situations, thus laws often makes crimes against servitors more serious offenses. Plus, servitors are private property. When you attack a servitor, you not only attack the servitor, but you assault, indirectly, the owner of the servitor, whose property you have violated."
"Based on the video evidence, I find you guilty of three charges of first degree forcible rape, and eight charges of first degree sexual offense, and hereby sentence you to nine years and two months of indentured servitude for the State of California." Judge Baylor banged her gavel and exited the courtroom as two police officers and two Fresno County servitor handlers approached Lloyd.
Lloyd, his voice breaking, called out to the judge who was no longer in the courtroom, "Please, your honor, I am innocent! Please don't let this happen to me! Please don't let this happen." Lloyd broke down into convulsive sobbing, and crumbled onto the floor. The handlers picked the bawling Lloyd up and placed him on a servitor prepping gurney. They pulled off his slippers, lounge pants, and undies, and then brought his legs up straight and had them bend a bit at the knee. They then brought his left wrist up to his left ankle and bound the two together. They bound his right hand and ankle together in a similar way. The four officers then wheeled the gurney with the helpless, bound, Lloyd, out of the courtroom.
As the young, naked, and bound, footballer was wheeled down a courthouse corridor, the granite walls caused his sobs to echo about, an effect that always made the sobs of the newly indentured sound all the more plaintive to the courthouse staff.
Lloyd was wheeled into a holding room, on the floor of which were seven other bound naked servants, all bound in a similar fashion. The handlers picked up the sobbing Lloyd as if he were a slab of beef, and carefully placed him on the floor alongside the other freshly indentured males. The handlers did Lloyd the courtesy of telling him that he was in a waiting room, and that his new owner's pickup team would be arriving to collect him momentarily.
Once the handlers left the room, Lloyd's sobbing rose in volume, and eventually broke into a wail. Some of the other bound males tried to comfort him, "Hang in there, dude." "Don't worry, pal, everything is going to be okay!"
But another voice in the room called out, "Lloyd, is that you?"
Lloyd immediately recognized the voice, "Casey! Casey! They got you here too?"
Casey was happy to share his good news, "Don't you worry, man. I talked to my dad yesterday, and told him how I was entrapped, and how the judge refused to listen to me. He's coming down here tomorrow with his lawyer. Don't you worry man; my dad will get us out of this!"
Lloyd's sense of hopelessness lifted, "The bailiff told me that by law my new owner has to let me call my family, and I intend to do that. My dad IS a criminal lawyer, and he and your dad's lawyer are sure to get us out of this shit!"
Lloyd and Casey's spirits were suddenly buoyed by the hope of the super lawyer power coming their way.
A courthouse servitor handler entered the waiting room along with a Baldwin/Fletcher pickup team consisting of two rather young, strong, males dressed in business casual style, and two slightly older males dressed in business formal attire, as Casey vented against his entrapper, "That Arnold Baldwin is one disgusting, sub-human, sicko, perv! And I promise you Lloyd, we are going to get that bastard by his balls!"
Casey and Lloyd were caught by surprise as the two young pickup team members grabbed them, unexpectedly, by their waists and lifted them, with no formality or words, onto separate gurneys, and started wheeling them out to the loading dock.
One of the formally dressed pickup team members spoke to the new indentees as he followed along, "Hello boys, I am Mr. Tony Richter, and we are from Baldwin/Fletcher Farms. Baldwin/Fletcher has purchased your leases from the State of California. We are here to take you boys to meet your new owner, Arnold Baldwin, who wants to evaluate you before we take you to the county hospital to have a few surgical procedures done on you. I want you boys on your best behavior with the hospital staff. You are not to speak unless spoken to, you are not to..."
The suited man's comments were interrupted by the screams of an outraged Lloyd, "I wanna know what in the hell is going to be done to me!"
The gurney stopped, and Mr. Richter went up to Lloyd and gently rubbed his face, "There, there, little fella! You just calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Arnold will decide what's to be done to you. He has a great eye for fixing each one of his field boys up to look their best. Arnold has all the boys fixed up a bit so they are up to Baldwin/Fletcher specifications."
Lloyd sobbed a hopeless plea, "Please, let me go! Please!"
Mr. Richter continued to rub Lloyd's face affectionately, "Now now, little one, everything is going to be okay! All they're going to do is punch a few holes in you, make your ears stick out a bit, and maybe do a little work on your college-boy peepees!"
"Damn you, take your hands off of me and untie me, you fucker!"
"Watch your language, young man!"
"Fuck you, let me go! Untie me!"
The suited man got serious, "Come on, calm down now! Let's not have a scene in the courthouse!"
"Just let me go! I don't know who you are, but I demand that you untie me and let me get dressed now!"
"I don't think you know the meaning of being indentured, Mr. Reese."
Lloyd was now shouting, "Listen, you gawdamn fucker. Untie me now!"
A court bailiff walked by and Mr. Richter asked if they could gain access to one of the holding rooms, "We need to calm this one down."
The bailiff led the collection team to a nearby room and opened the door, "This will be a good room for your purposes; it's soundproofed."
Mr. Richter thanked the bailiff, and the collection team wheeled Lloyd and Casey into the soundproofed room. The bailiff closed the door behind him as he took his leave.
Mr. Richter spoke to Lloyd as the two younger members of the collection team unbound Lloyd, "We normally don't expect perfect behavior from the newly indentured, and overlook most of their misbehavior until we get them into our formal training program after their processing surgery. But you were obviously doing everything you could to be disruptive and create a scene."
The younger team members bound Lloyd's hands to the gurney and each one grabbed one of his legs and pulled them apart as wide as they could. Lloyd's voice trembled, "What are you going to do to me?"
Mr. Richter answered, "You're getting an inner-thigh spanking."
Lloyd was terrified, "What does that mean?"
"We'll show you!"
Mr. Richter nodded to the other formally dressed member of the pickup team, who approached the gurney bound and leg-spread Lloyd with a two-foot long, three-inch wide, plastic tawse, and placed well aimed smacks up and down the length of Lloyd's inner thighs, on both legs.
Lloyd howled in misery, "Please stop. Please stop!"
The smacking did not stop, and Mr. Richter and the two team members holding Lloyd's legs apart, watched Lloyd's face intently, and listened to him sob convulsively.
After three minutes Mr. Richter gave the signal for the spanking to stop, and touched Lloyd on the head, "Are you going to let us take you to the transport vehicle without creating another scene?"
"Yes sir! Yes sir!" Lloyd, still bawling as the team members rebound his hands and feet together, was unaware that he had a boner. Casey, who was able to witness Lloyd's beating in his bound state from his gurney, was not only very much aware that Lloyd had a boner, but that he had one himself."
To be continued...
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