Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 17:44:54 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: What They Did To Julian - 15

What They Did to Julian
Part Fifteen of Several Parts
By Randall Austin


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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."


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