Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2010 23:50:01 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason@gmail.com>
Subject: Boot Camp Part 4

Boot Camp  Part 4


By  Jason Sterling

(sterling.jason@gmail.com)



Titus and his assistant retired for the night with the
lad  being 'spooned' on his side.  Titus reached around
and played with his embraced slaves's penis.  The boy
hadn't been allowed a discharge in over a week and was
horny as a billygoat in heat, so he got a bone-hard
erection almost immediately.  The slave wasn't sure if
his Master wanted to just fuck him cold, or perhaps
a little fellation first to get the juices flowing before
directing the phallus into his Master's favorite orifice,
his asshole.  Titus acted even before his slave had a
chance to react.  In went the rod, way before the slave
had any chance to apply the lanoline and a fast but
steady rhythm of Titus's torso lasting only a few minutes
ended in a bowel filling gush of warmth the slave knew
well and had been felt since his Master picked him out
and made him his body slave several years ago.  The
slave felt 2 things; the pain of what is commonly called
a dry fuck and the frustration of not being allowed a
release again.  Titus was treating his slave just the
way he was going to treat the recruits.  Sacrifice and
denial were something the kid would have to learn to
live with.

The primary reason this particular slave had been
chosen by Titus was that his new body slave could
read and write in good Latin, not the vulgate Latin
spoken and written by the majority of the oafs who
populated this camp.  Titus used his body slave to
teach the former slave how to read and use the quill
on parchment when neither of them was in the middle
of teaching a new bunch of slaves the 'ropes'.  Other
than the last 3 numbers burned on the inside of his
slaves's right arm, Titus had specifically never given
the boy a name.  It was usually, "Hey You There" or
a quick slap on his rump or back of his head which
meant "I want your attention".  Being the bed
companion to his Master was the only difference that
singled him out from the rest of the slaves.  The boy
actually preferred women or girls, but being a slave
meant he had no choice in the matter.  "If the Master
wants to use my body, so be it."  The assistant or
body slave knew his place in the arrangement.

Titus's companion in his job came to him in a round-
about manner.  The camp commander knew of this slaves's
educated background as being captured in Athens at the
home of his mentor, a well trained teacher of young boys.
The teacher schooled him in all the classics as well as
giving him a young daughter to be his consort.  Arranged
marriages were very common in Athens at this time.
Sometimes children who were barely out of puberty were
given in marriage to even younger girls who had not yet
had their first menses flow.  But, just like most Roman
men, Greek society allowed sexual outlets outside of the
marriage bed.  The assistant who was now in his early
20's learned easily how to be a GOOD slave and became
a valuable aid to Titus not only helping train new slaves
but teaching him how to read and write.  The commander
knew the worth of such a slave and kept him on in the
camp using him and waiting for a chance to earn himself
some really good money.

A guard at the camp woke them up at 5 in the morning,
before the sun even lite up the eastern sky.  Titus and
his boy hurried to the barracks to wake up the sleeping
recruits.  When the main door was unlocked quietly
Titus went through the bunks with a lit oil lamp and
looked down at each of the sleeping internees.  Some
of the slaves that had a course, hemp covering over
their genitals as blankets, had them lifted so Titus
could visually inspect them.  Then it was shouting loudly
and banging of metal objects to wake every one up.
Those who delayed jumping right out of their bunks
were whacked hard by Titus's knout which he carried
on a hook attached to his leather belt.  "Line up at the
foot of your bunks, you poor excuses for future order
obeyers."

With sleep in their eyes these slaves watched as a few
more lamps were lit and Titus's assistant went over to
the raised box in the center of the room and unlocked
a hidden door on its far side.  Out from the box came a
midget no taller than a 6 year old boy would normally
be, but this bearded man looked to be in his 40's.  The
midget went over to 2 slaves standing together and
said "Him and him", and to another on the other side of
the room and said, "This guy too".  The last slave picked
out said loudly, "But I only told those 2 idiots to shut
their fuckin' mouths or we would all get into trouble.....
Sir!"

Titus said, "Did I even hint that a warning was even allowed"?
The slave being singled out lowered his head and said, "No
Sir".  Titus responded, "Come over here and put your guts
on the platform and hang your ass over the edge.  When I
ordered 'No Talking' among yourselves that meant no,
none, never, nix.  Is that clear, slave?"  "Yes Master, Sir.
This slave deeply regrets its mistake.  Your servant is willing
and ready to take its punishment."  With that exchange Titus
layed into the miscreant with 5 severe lashes waiting for
each one to be acknowledged with a 'Thank You Sir' by the
now bloodied and crying slave.  "You learn well number 128.
When your back and ass have stopped bleeding, maybe
tomorrow, be my bed slave some night and I will initiate
you into my select few who will be my star graduates.  The
rest of you, follow my assistant outside and he will get
you started on your daily drill routine...except you 2 shit-
heads.  Stay behind and ready yourself for some extreme
lessons."

The 2 'talkers' stood by their bunks shaking from the fear of
what they will have to endure when the Master returns to get
them.  Titus learned from his old master well that the longer
one has to wait for their punishment the harsher it will seem
when it finally comes about.  Both of them didn't even look
at the other and, of course, both their bladders were bursting.
But even though the piss pot was in their sight neither of
them wanted to add to the misery that they knew was coming
their way should they not be standing where the Master told
them to stand.  The inability to piss when the urge built up
was pure torture.  The muscles controlling their bladder
sphincter began to give way and soon one of the slaves felt
a warm stream running down the inside of his leg.  The other
slave awaiting his own beating heard the drips of urine hitting
the floor and just couldn't help himself and let go also.  Soon
into the bunk room walked Titus.  The first thing he saw was
the yellowish liquid around the feet of each one.  "Get down
on your hands and knees and lick that mess up."  The 2
men wished they had been killed in battle, instead of winding
up as booty by the Romans who captured them.

The taste of cold piss nearly made each of them vomit as they
licked up the results of their uncontrollable desire to hold it
in as long as possible.  "I've got a special treat for you runts.
It's called urological indoctrination since you like the taste of
piss so much.  Let me explain how it works.  There is a pit in
the center of the compound where slaves, trainers and anyone
else who needs to relieve themselves stands and lets go.  There is
a stone column in the center of that pit where you will be afixed,
on you knees, mouth held open by a metal yoke and your head
pointing to the sky above.  Every one who needs to piss is urged
to aim for your mouth and nose.  I would normally order you both
to thank every contributor, but with that yoke holding your
mouth open you won't be able, so hold your appreciation.  You
will be chained there 'till noon tomorrow with only the sky and
the taste of piss in your mouth to ponder about what it means
to be obedient when your Master says to you 'No talking among
yourselves'.  2 guards standing by come into the room and
attach a leash to each of the collars of these 2 slaves and lead
them out the door.  Titus says to one of the guards, "Here, give
each one of them 10 healthy strokes on their backs and the same
number on their chests and thighs before you chain them in
place.  Make sure there's enough blood so that they can feel the
sting of every drop of piss caressing their bodies."



End of Part  4