What They Did to Julian Part Twelve of Several Parts By Randall Austin
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When Arnold Baldwin found out about Jack Deeks' lawsuit against Baldwin/Fletcher Farms, he was hurt, upset, and very confused.
When Retcher Baldwin found out about the lawsuit he was angry, as well as confused, "What in the hell was his lawyer thinking? Did he think that we were trying to entrap him on a rape charge? They don't have a case against us. Surely they must know we make our boys available to guests on a regular basis. I just don't get it."
Arnold answered, "Joel Haberman, from our legal team, thinks what they are trying to do is 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."
Retcher was loud, "Well fuck him, I say `Bring it on, Jackass!' We have him on surveillance footage not only filming our servitors in the medic bay, which is a serious violation of patients' privacy rights, but we also have him filming our production set, and both of those areas have plenty of signs forbidding recording devices of any kind. Clearly he intended to undermine us and do harm to Baldwin/Fletcher Farms."
Retcher, seeing that Arnold was preoccupied, asked in a quieter voice, "Are you still in love with that bastard?"
Arnold didn't answer. Retcher gave his brother a tap on the shoulder and exited.
Both Lloyd Reese and his two 15-year old monitors, Curt Morgan and Brent Humphries, had been briefed before hand on the protocols for the monitors' hands-on physical discipline training session in which Lloyd would be their practice disciplinee.
Firms that employ a large number of servitors, often make their servitors who have racked up demerit points available to the state's various overseers', handlers', and monitors', training programs. Lloyd was selected as the practice disciplinee for his monitors by his trainer, Dunn Akers, after Lloyd had spoken abusively to his two young monitors after they caught and reported him attempting to masturbate in the shower.
As Mr. Akers poured himself some coffee, he had Lloyd standing nude and at attention as they awaited the arrival of the two monitors. After he took his first sip, he spoke to the nervous servitor, "Don't you worry, Lloyd, this isn't going to be anything severe. And remember to think of this as a positive event; you will be offering a direct hand in the training of two young men applying for their junior servitor handler permits." When Curt and Brent arrived they greeted Mr. Akers with big smiles. Mr. Akers got down to business, "This is your big day, boys! Remember to follow all of the procedures we have discussed, and to comport yourselves in a professional manner at all times."
"Always speak respectfully to the servitor when giving orders. Remember that one does not effectively correct errant servitor behavior with shouts and verbal threats. If you use such tactics, the servitor will just see you as a power hungry bully. So, instead, always comport yourself in such a way as to show the servitors that you care about them, and that you are hurt that they have misbehaved. That way you gain not only their trust, but they will eventually come to a point where they will want to please you."
Mr. Akers picked up a paddle, "You two will be using what is called a `box paddle', and it is basically a large hairbrush-sized discipline paddle. Because it is quite an intense instrument, it is important that you stay strictly within the allowable stroking areas of Lloyd's buttocks and legs. So remember to never go higher than three quarters of the way up the rump. It is always safer to apply strokes to the lower rather than the upper buttocks. And remember the entire back sides of the upper legs, as well as the inner thighs, are all prime spanking and paddling areas as well."
"Make sure that, with each stroke, you continuously move your paddle up and down the whole length of the buttocks and upper back legs."
Mr. Akers smiled at the monitors, and both Brent and Curt were nervous, for they knew what Mr. Akers would next be asking them to do.
Mr. Akers nodded at the monitors, "Okay boys, as we have discussed, we are going to be following classic overseer training by having you two get `rod naked'."
"High-end servitor trainers, when doing intense training with their charges, frequently get completely naked, except for their boots and training whip. It gives them a better sense of control in that it allows them to better pick up more directly the emotional vibes and body signals coming from the servitor under their guidance, and in that way they can better achieve pinpoint control of their servitor."
"And while you, as junior servitor handlers, will never be doing any training of servitors, it is a tradition in the Social Services industry to let all trainees who are getting their first hands-on discipline experience, to follow the grand and long standing tradition of high-end trainers and do it `rod naked'. It's sort of an introduction to the brotherhood of overseership."
"So if you two boys would remove your clothing, put on your boots, and grab your paddles, we can get started."
Curt and Brent, though nervous, removed their clothing as instructed, put on their boots, and both kept one hand in front of their sex units as they reached for their paddle. Mr. Akers didn't like the boys' timidity, "Come on boys, don't be ashamed to stand tall, with your chest and groin sticking out, proud to be showing off that you are two young servitor handlers in training!"
When both monitors jutted out their chests and groins, Mr. Akers complimented them, "You're looking good! Stand tall and be proud. Chin up and smile! Take a firm grip of your paddle. Tense up all your muscles. Show that you are in control! There's nothing to be ashamed of, and everything to be proud of! It's all just a part of delivering effective guidance, training, and discipline, to the indentured."
Both young monitors began to relax in their rod naked', on-display, condition and felt the pre-paddling ceremony gave weight to the moment. The emotion of the moment provided a right of passage' sensibility to the young handler trainees, and their young dicks plumped up a bit due to the raw-animal intensity of the moment.
The two young monitors' cocks were nowhere near the size of the 18-year old footballer they were about to paddle; but they didn't care, for they felt, at last like real men. And with their newly endowed authority they were now beginning to relax and look forward to their first servitor discipline training session, which would eventually help them obtain their state certified `Junior Servitor Handler' permits.
Mr. Akers looked at Lloyd, "Lloyd, now it's time for you to offer your apology to Curt and Brent."
As instructed, Lloyd went up to the two nude young men holding paddles and knelt down before them. With his head at the level of his monitors' cocks, Lloyd spoke, "Mr. Curt Morgan and Mr. Brent Humphries, sirs, I am sorry for the hurtful and abusive things I said to you in a fit of anger. Sirs, I am truly sorry for my behavior, and ask for your forgiveness. I promise to never again speak to you in a rude or inappropriate manner. Sirs, thank you sirs."
Both Curt and Brent answered, almost in unison, "Thank you, Lloyd. I accept your apology."
Curt took a seat in the spanking chair, and Mr. Akers ordered Lloyd to get over his lap. Curt began paddling somewhat tentatively, and when, on the fourth stroke, Curt actually landed a blow with some force, Lloyd hopped aside and fell to the floor.
Mr. Akers laughed, ordered Lloyd back over Curt's lap, and instructed Curt, "With your left hand reach under and grasp Lloyd's balls. If he begins bucking away, just begin a slow squeeze. That will usually keep a servitor in position.
Curt resumed the paddling, and when after three more blows Lloyd began crying, and begging for the paddling to stop, both Curt and Brent began to erect. And Lloyd's crying prompted Curt to deliver blows with even greater force.
Having a servitor under his control, one who was older than he was, and getting him to break down in a sobbing fit, touched Curt to the core of his being; for he realized that he was now an important and respected part of adult society, one who was effectively helping guide and discipline the servitor population. The excitement of the moment caused the teen monitor to start sweating rather profusely as his dick oozed precum. Curt felt, at last, like a man.
Each stroke of the paddle caused more precum to flow out of Curt's erected teen pole, and as Curt excitedly paddled Lloyd, and as Lloyd jumped and wiggled, their dicks thrashed together, and soon Lloyd's servitor cock was sloshed in the precum of his teen disciplinarian.
After a total of almost five minutes over Curt's lap, just about as Curt was beginning to fear he may start cumming involuntarily, Mr. Akers called for the paddling to stop. He praised Curt's efforts, "Very good work! You really caught on quickly to some deft scrotal control techniques."
When Lloyd got off of Curt's lap, Curt's stiffy was sticking straight up, and was visible to Mr. Akers and to Brent, whose own erection was not quite as advanced as Curt's. Mr. Akers sought to put the two embarrassed monitors at ease, "As you can see from Curt's reaction to disciplining a servant, controlling and guiding servitors can give one a nice feeling all over. There's nothing for you two boys to be ashamed of. Show some self confidence now; hands at your sides and stand tall and proud!"
Both young monitors did as ordered, and exposed themselves in their full glory, with Curt's teen dick sticking straight up, swaying from side to side across his belly. Mr. Akers' words of encouragement to the monitors had the effect of making the two monitors stop wishing away their erections, and soon Brent's boy tube was also pointing straight up against his belly. Mr. Akers gave a nod and a smile, and instructed Brent to take the spanking chair.
As Lloyd got over Brent's lap, Brent's erected cock, a good inch bigger than Curt's, was in the way, and Mr. Akers gave him a helpful tip, "Just stick it between Lloyd's legs."
Brent began the paddling with rather light strokes, just as Curt had begun, but his force did not increase. When Lloyd began to jump a little, Brent reached under and grasped Lloyd by his balls, and it calmed the errant servitor down.
Brent was surprised when his erected dick rubbed against Lloyd's for the first time, for he could feel through his dick that Lloyd's dick was slimed with Curt's precum ooze. The very thought that his dick was also now getting slimed by his buddy and co-monitor's precum turned his dick to the hardest he had ever experienced in his young life.
Because the beating from Brent, up to this point, was not so severe, the feeling of Brent controlling him by his balls as he paddled him, allowed Lloyd to think of the humiliation he was going through. He wondered if when he was eventually set free from indenturement, if he would ever be able to face his friends and family again with any sense of dignity. Lloyd was certain that if any one of his friends or family could see him now, or even learn of the humiliating treatment he was going through over the laps of his young monitors, he felt for sure he would die of embarrassment.
After a while, Brent began delivering more forceful blows, and by the end of his second five-minute paddling session, Lloyd was bawling from both humiliation and the pain in his behind.
Lloyd's sobbing insured that the two teen monitors were still sweating and oozing precum even after the discipline session was over, and prevented their cocks from deflating even as they were getting dressed. Once dressed, with their trousers tenting, Mr. Akers thanked them and told them they each had received a passing grade for today's lesson in offering corporal punishment.
Once Mr. Akers was alone with Lloyd, he went up to him, and started rubbing a soothing lotion into his sore behind with his left hand, and with his right hand he slowly jacked Lloyd to an erection. Such shows of affection from Mr. Akers were part of the re-sexualization treatment given to heterosexual servitors at Baldwin/Fletcher.
When Mr. Akers said in a soft voice, "You took your paddling very well. You made me happy. What a good little servitor you are. You are making me so proud of you," much of Lloyd's tension was released. Mr. Akers words had the effect of soothing the much-in-need-of-soothing Lloyd, and he threw his arms about Mr. Akers and hugged him.
As Mr. Akers continued jacking Lloyd, he noticed a good size gob of precum on Lloyd's dick tip. He gathered it up on his finger and brought his finger to Lloyd's lips, as he continued slowly jacking the footballer. With his finger in front of Lloyd's lips, he spoke a gentle command, "Open your mouth now, and I want you to suck my finger clean."
Lloyd, so near to cumming, and so desperately in need of cumming, did as ordered, in the hope that Mr. Akers would keep jacking him to an ejaculation.
Mr. Akers was somewhat surprised that Lloyd, for once, did as ordered without breaking down into a bawling fit.
Once Lloyd had licked Mr. Akers fingers clean, Mr. Akers sensed that Lloyd was near to ejaculating, so he immediately stopped jacking his cock, and quickly did a gentle squeeze with his thumb and index finger to the mushroom tip of Lloyd's cock. The action had the effect of immediately quelling the rising orgasm in Lloyd's loins.
He then led the frustrated Lloyd to the changing table, laid him out, fitted him with a chastity diaper, locked it on, and told him to go join the other servitors-in-training for lunch at the servitor feeding stalls.
Mr. Akers had some good news for Lloyd just as he was about to exit the office, "After your feeding, you and all of the other servitors in training are making your first appearance today out in the fields!"
It was not good news to Lloyd, especially as Mr. Akers continued with his explanation, "We're going to oil you boys up, get you decorated real pretty, and then get you harnessed up to the mill wheel. The mill wheel is where we put boys to work for their first time out in public view. It's an easy task that takes no training, and doesn't require much in the way of concentration. It's a good way to get you used to public exposure in a way that prevents you from trying to cover yourselves or get away from public view."
Lloyd dreaded facing what seemed like a humiliation even more extreme than his paddling by the two young monitors. As Lloyd made his way to the feeding stalls, he lost his appetite.
To be continued
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