Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2010 16:58:15 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason@gmail.com>
Subject: Boot Camp Part 2

Boot Camp   Part 2

By Jason Sterling
(sterling.jason@gmail.com)


With all eyes on me I started telling the new recruits what they
would have to know to keep from suffering the same fate as
those wretches hung behind them.  Of course, I made sure that
before I took a new batch of trainees out to the gibbet there
would be a few bodies hanging there and supplying the moans
and groans of pain to add as background to my initial talk.

"First and foremost, from now on none of you will speak or
communicate with another slave in any manner.  You will be
allowed to speak to me or another non-slave...with their
permission of course.  If they have no slave collar on AND
they call out your number you will respond with the standard
reply, 'Sir. Yes Sir', and await their orders. Never, never start
a conversation with a free man or a Roman citizen until and
unless they speak to you first.  Is that understood?"  A few
voices were heard mumbling everything from 'Yea', 'Sure' to
'Yes Sir'.  I approached them, ordered the front rank to stand
to attention and went down the line, one slave at a time, with
my face just an inch away from their's shouting "I said you
will answer every call with 'Sir.  Yes Sir'.  You all seem to have
trouble remembering that.  You are about to have something
to keep that in mind from this day on."

I had each one raise their penises with their left hands
and with their right hand push the sack holding their nuts
forward and told them as a group to respond with the number
of strokes their little orbs of manhood were getting, followed
by the words 'Thank you Sir.  Please give me another stroke
to remember your words of instruction better in the future'.
One by one I went down the line wacking away at their balls,
hearing the cries of pain coming out of mouths trying to
not scream but uttering moans after each swipe with my
flexible switch.  Most of the slaves got 5 good swipes on
their sensitive gonads.  Several lost count and needed me
to start them back at 1.  A few forgot to thank me for my
efforts and had a much larger number of cuts to their balls.
But in the end, I'm sure this lesson was not forgotten by
any of the participants.

I looked over at the lad on the platform and saw he was now
standing.  I ordered all my men to turn around and watch what
the lad had been ordered to do.  He placed the stick between
the knees of the first hanging man and yelled out "Keep this
stick from falling for 5 lashes of the whip and you will be
allowed a half flagon of water for your parched throat.  Let go
of it before the full 5 strokes are delivered and you get not a
drop."  With that the boy applied the full count of strokes to
the back of the slave undergoing his earned discipline.  The
first one held on to that stick as if his life depended on it.
The boy needed a box to raise himself up to give the slave
the drink he had been begging for.  The next slave didn't
hold the stick between his quivering knees for the full 5
lashes and let it fall to the wooden platform.  The boy
mounted the box he used to sit upon earlier and drank the
water the slave had intended to quench his overpowering
thirst with but couldn't control his leg muscles.  A pleading
voice rasped, "Please Sir.  Just a sip!"  The boy got off his
box, moved it over to the hour glass, turned it over and sat
down again.

"We've had our fun now.  Turn back around and listen well.
I'm going to convey to you the reason you are here and in
my custody.  You may be here a few weeks or a month or
more, but this is what you will learn while in this camp."

          Obedience
          Humility
          Self denial
          Chastity
          True love and devotion for the Master who will
             own you, body and soul.


"If it is decided that one or any of these 5 lessons is beyond
your ability to absorb and control you will be sent to the
galleys to pull on an oar until until you die.  There, death
is usually within 2 to 3 years into the period of rowing your
guts out under the spur of the lash.  When you can no longer
pull an oar as ordered or die, whichever comes first, a large
ballast stone is tied to one of your ankles and you are
merely thrown overboard to feed the fishes.  If the galley
is where you eventually wind up, you better hope and pray
that you are dead first because I have heard tell that
drowning is one of the most painful deaths possible."

"Another bit of information you should know.  Striking an
overseer doing his duty or attempting to escape from this
camp will bring instant reprisal.  Look no further than
behind you at the 2 unfortunates hanging there.  These
slaves slapped the face of a trainer when he rightly
punished them for some infraction of the longstanding
rules of this indoctrination facility.  Their next stop is
to be chained forever to an oar on a galley unless their
boss feels they have learned their lesson.  Escape is
a whole different violation.  The ham-strings just above
the back of the ankle are cut forever crippling the poor
bastard for life.  There's not much call for a crippled
slave, so if he lives at all it is doing extremely dirty
jobs that even other slaves would be totally humiliated
to do.  Wiping the assholes of men and women who
have just emptied their bowels in a public privy; sucking
the pus out of boils on a diseased human body; emptying
chamber pots under the beds of anyone willing to pay a
small fee for that service.  That type of work all these
men can look forward to if they're stupid enough to try
to run away."

"If you try to escape, plan on a swift death before you are
finally caught.  You will be crippled of course, but the
camp commander will want to have some 'fun' with you
first.  The last time we had an escapee under our care
the base leader had the poor fellow whipped on his back
and thighs so severely that blood flowed and raw meat
shown in most welts.  Then he was staked, face down,
on an ant hill.  Once the ground warmed up and the ants
found a new source of food, they swarmed over him and
started eating the tissue.  The poor clod screamed so
loudly and so much that in several hours he could only
rasp an almost inaudible plea for death to put him out
of his misery.  To his fortune he died before they could
cut his tendons and mutilate him."

"Look up at that tall pole over there with the platform
at the top.  We can raise and lower that horizontal
surface with a series of ropes and pulleys.  We don't
bury dead bodies in this place, we expose them to
the flocks of carrion birds that thrive on the corpses
we lift up to them.  They get a good meal and we
dispose of a body that would normally stink up the
place."

"That is enough information for you worthless scum
to take in on your first day here, so think about what
you've heard and seen and then it will be time to eat.
Eat all you are given because tomorrow you will work
so hard, almost to the point of exhaustion, that you
will be hungry by noon.  No breakfast or lunch is eaten
here.  You get 1 meal a day about 1 hour before sundown.
Then it is more verbal lecturing until around midnight.
You will have 5 hours to rest and then just before dawn
it will be another fun filled day learning how to be a
good slave.  You may sit on the grass until I come back
to guide you to the mess hall.  Remember...no talking."

End of Part 2