Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2010 01:23:36 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason@gmail.com>
Subject: Boot Camp Part 3

Boot Camp  Part 3


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



The food placed on tables before the inductees was more
than adequate.  The bowls of vegetables and mutton were
wolfed down as if these men hadn't eaten in a week, which
some had not.  A container of water mixed with a little
wine was gone in short order also.  For the first time I saw
what appeared to be a little smile on the faces of the new
slaves.  When the bottom of the bowls were being licked
clean I order all the chattel to get up and file into a
barracks at the far end of the grounds and introduced
them to their new home.  The frame structure had 3
windows but these were covered with metal bars and only
only a solid door leading into it.  There were 2 rows of
double beds, straw for a cushion; enough room for all 20
of them.  I ordered the men to kneel and unlocked the
chain from each group of coffled slaves.  The only items
in the room, other than the beds, was a large clay pot
that I explained was for use relieving themselves.
"For some of you too stupid to understand that, it means
'Here's where you piss'."

Also in the middle of the bunk room was a platform raised
high enough to make myself looked up to while I or
someone else was speaking.  In addition, if I wanted to make
an example of someone, it was where the slave would stand
while I questioned him or punished him...whatever I wanted
the other slaves to witness.  The box was only about 3 feet
square and had holes around the outside near the top.  I
didn't explain what the holes were for.

"All stand to attention!  Number 137."  A meek sounding
voice answered, 'Sir.  Yes Sir."  A well muscled lad roughly
in his late 20's responded.  "Step forward boy!  Tell me
what were the main things you are going to be taught
while you are here?"  The slave stuttered a bit and said
in a very halting way, "To obey, denial, to be humble and
to love my Master---Sir!"  I walked up to him and slapped
him hard across his left cheek.  "You have forgotten 1 of
the lessons, moron.  Now think hard.  What was the item
you left out?"  The lad said that he knew there was another
thing I told him, but he couldn't remember it because he
didn't know that the word meant.  "I said chastity you
cretin.  It means no sex, no fucking, no jacking off no
girls to stick your cock into and no boys to suck you off
or sodomize their tight little assholes.  Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir...very clear, Sir."

"We are going to go over each of these 5 principles again
and again.  The evenings for you all will be just as
instructive as the earlier part of the day.  Every phase of
these rules will be gone over in detail.  To this end, take
humility for example.  You will understand all the ins and
outs of submissiveness.  Is anyone of you dolts educated
enough to know what a personal pronoun is?  Well, it is a
word that describes YOU.  I, me, my, mine are all words
that refer to you.  Forget ever using one of these words
again.  You are now, and forever will be, somebody's slave
and property.  You all are 'this abject slave', 'the Master's
servant', 'the humble vassal kissing your feet, Sir'.  This
reference to yourselves in this manner shows your total
submission to your owner.  For the sake of your time with
me and my position I will now also be known as Master.  I
will expect, and demand, all the respect and obedience you
scum will give to your permanent owners."

"Other members of our staff who serve as instructors or
assistants will be called only 'Sir' or 'mistress' as the case
may be.  Since your trainers are with you for nearly the
whole day, females are here in this camp to fulfil the needs
of the staff when they need sexual relief.  They are also here
to test one of the main duties of you vermin and that is
self-denial.  If you like women and get a view of a naked girl
who smiles at you, you better not get a hardon.  That is just
one example of how you will behave around non-slaves.  If
your tastes run more to the male form of enticement and a
good looking boy is in your presence, denial is going to keep
you from being punished."

"All of these, so called Rules, are drummed into your feeble
brains only to make you better slaves who live merely to
serve the Master well.  The alternative is pulling on an oar
until your lungs explode from the strain; and believe me,
absolutely nothing is worse than spending your last few
months chained permanently to a stick pushing sea water.
It is said that spending a few days nailed to a cross is the
most painful of all deaths.  Well, they're wrong!  I've been
on several merchant galleys as my old Master's personal
servant and the pain and suffering those poor bastards
were forced to endure while chained to an oar beats a
good crucifixion any day."

"Some of you were born slaves and are going to fit in to
our training program well.  Others of you were soldiers
captured in battle.  You cowards should have been man
enough to go to your graves with a Roman sword slicing
your guts out.  You are the ones who will need to be
beaten and whipped into changing your thinking about
what it is to willingly give up your body and soul to the
needs and pleasures of your future Masters.  I and my
assistants will be constantly driving you to adjust your
attitude to meet that goal.  Those of you that fight against
changing you to good, obedient servants or would not
willingly suffer great torment if it would be something your
Master wishes, will be sent out of this training program to
spend what remains of your life working underground in
a mine or field or even the sewer pits of a public toilet.
It's all up to you.  Those of you who survive will very
likely end up as a household slave.  There is more need
for this type of slave than any of the others.  If you want
to live...adjust your thinking to doing your best and act
like you love it here, otherwise die a slow and painful
death."

Just then a handsome lad, who was obviously a slave also
because he had a thin, studded collar around his neck,
came into the room.  But he wore a loose fitting garment
covering his nakedness, much like the tunic worn by the
instructor, except this boy wore a belt of rope around his
middle holding the bottom of the cloth just barely covering
his ass.  No undergarments kept the sight of this kid's
generous endowments hidden from view.  The fairly tall boy
came up to Titus, fell to his knees, leaned forward and kissed
the feet of the trainer.  "Master.  This humble servant is here
to do your bidding, Sir!  Please allow this slave the pleasure
of helping you teach these new recruits in their quest to
become better laborers in their efforts to learn all you have
to give them."  Titus told the young man to stand up.  A sharp
slap across the face of the now standing slave resounded
within the 4 walls of the bunk room.  The slave staggered a
bit but reached out for the hand that struck him and kissed
the front and back of it.  Titus then drew this hand and foot
kisser to him and reached around to the slave's buttocks and
with a powerful motion pulled him right up against him and
placed a hard lip to lip kiss on the young man.

Titus turned to the group of slaves watching all this and said
in a loud voice, "My assistant is also my bed slave when we
have the time to spare while teaching you.  He satisfies my
urges when I need a bed partner and occasionly allow him to
breed with female slaves when I permit it.  I order you to obey
him as if he was your Master when I'm not around you.  Some
of you may even be used by me or him as a substitue woman.
If you've never had the duty to preform these functions, get
used to it.  A good slave only keeps from being punished by
submitting fully to his Master's needs...whatever they may be.
Is that understood?"  A mumble of Yes Sirs was heard going
through the ranks.

"Now, get in your bunks and rest.  Tomorrow you will arise
at 5 in the morning, work hard all day 'till noon and get a
1 hour rest when it is back to hard labor for the rest of the
daylight hours.  You will have 1/2 hour to eat your fill and
then it is back here into your barracks and much, much
practice on the 5 goals of your slavery.  Within 2 weeks I
will go among you discharging those who I feel will not make
good household slaves.  Don't worry!  We will find work for
you who are chosen for dismissal at some other job.  Sleep
well and always keep your Master in mind as you drift off
to dreamland."

Titus and his assistant blew out the several lamps lighting
the room, closed,  locked the door and walked off
together.


End of part 3