Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2010 17:21:46 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason@gmail.com>
Subject: Boot Camp Part 5

Boot Camp  Part  5

by Jason Sterling

<sterling.jason@gmail.com>



The normal daytime routine for these men and boys out on the
field would be hard, physical labor.  Near the barracks is a large
rounded, stone wheel pushed around in a circle crushing wheat,
barley and other seeds into a powder, or at least fine coarse meal
used for making bread.  Young boys, about 7 or 8 years of age,
scoop up the flour and sift it, putting back under the mill wheel
the material too big to be processed into flour.  Of course, this
wheel is manned by slaves who struggle and push this heavy
stone around in circles from sunrise to sunset.  Usually an
overseer armed with a switch used to keep these toilers from
slowing down in their endless labor watches and encourages
them with buttocks aimed swipes.  Once an hour the slaves
are given 10 minutes of rest and a chance to quench their thirst
IF the overseer thinks they did the job well.  Those who temporarily
replace these men are the weakest or most feeble in the camp.
Even some of these can barely push hard enough for 10 minutes.
They will likely end up in the mines or the fields, or maybe food
for the carrion birds looking down from their perch at the top of
the pole.

The millstone normally only has 4 slaves pushing it to keep it
going.  The others in Titus's cohort are given rectangular shaped
platforms with poles at either end carrying at least 300 lbs of
regular stones.  A slave is placed at the end of each pole, 4 to
each load, and trod around the inside perimeter of the camp.
This exercise simulates what many of these men would eventually
do, that is to transport their Masters, lounging on feather cushions,
when transportation is needed to go from place to place in the city
or out on the fields of their landed estates.  At first the toting of
this amount of weight seems very difficult to the men, but as days
go by it becomes easier and easier.  Muscles are developing and
weeks or months of bondage following their capture is bringing
new stamina to their loins, lost while chained as captives.  A few
of the slaves who seem to not have the endurance to do heavy
labor would be dealt with later.

Once the slaves developed arm and back strength this 'lectica'
was carried on their shoulders, making the ride much more
comfortable for the person being carried.  Speed and distance
were also improved.  Additional stones were placed on the unit
as their toughness improved.  Variations of carrying methods
included supporting the lectica by yokes around their necks and
allowing the Master not be conveyed as high as if he was over
the heads of his slaves.  Day in and day out for the next month
either pushing the grinding wheel or carrying dead weight, the
slaves slowly built up their muscles.  Plenty of food and drink
was provided and after a hard day of labor half the night was
spent learning by lecture and example the 5 major duties of
being a household slave.  By now Titus allowed the slaves only
4 hours of sleep at night.  They had no choice; their Master was
merely pushing his charges to every extreme they would likely
face when serving their next Master.

The next morning during all the physical activity a scribe and a
richly toga'd man came to Titus and whispered in his ear.  Titus
ordered all his group to line up in a row and stand at parade rest.
The obviously important person started at the head of the line and
spent plenty of time examining each slave carefully, spending an
abundance of time feeling, pulling and touching the genitals of
each man.  The inspector would look on the inside arm of each one
he inspected and from time to time have the scribe write down the
number branded there.  When this was done Titus had everyone
resume the hard labor that these chattel were getting used to.  One
of the instructor's favorite routines was having a group of about 5 or
six men carry a heavy, wooden log upon their shoulders until they
were nearly exhausted.  Then have them stop walking or running with
it still being held, order them to lift the weight over their heads and
hold it there.  By now the slaves were sweating profusely and Titus
would walk up to each one, in turn, and slap him hard across his face.
Titus would step back and wait for each one to acknowledge the blow
by saying "Thank you Sir."  Slave number 128 even added to his statement
by saying, "May this slave humble itself by asking you Sir, to use that
tawse on the unworthy backside of this lowly vassal standing before you!"
Titus grinned at the nerve of this slave but reached around and unhooked
the strop he always carried and ordered #128 to step forward.

"I have a better punishment in store for you 128.  Forget the tawse for now
and go get the 2 piss drinkers from their relaxing rest at the cesspit.
It is now nearly noon and they have been idle since yesterday.  I want you
to fetch them, clean them up and have them back doing drill on this field
when it is 1 hour past noon."  The slave took off running.  Whether or not
this slave is very, very stupid or extremely smart remaines to be seen.

#128 had to step down into the muck to unchain the 2 'talkers' and bring
them to a cleaning trough.  After buckets and buckets of water and a sand
rubbing, the smell they had on them finally wore off.  The two slaves vomited
several times with the help of 128's finger down their throats.  The 2 were
thoroughly broken in spirit and after such a long time chained in place where
they couldn't move, 128 finally got them up and walking again.  When these
2 were led up to Titus they both fell to their knees and kissed his feet until
Titus told each one to lick the end of his foreskin.  He lifted his garment and
held out his flaccid penis to each in turn, reenforcing his power as Master and
both slaves accepting their now total servile situation.  A lesson
well learned.

"For you 128 I have a special present.  As a reward for your dirty work, report
to my quarters this evening and I will give you my own personal cilice to wear
while you are servicing my penis with your mouth.  This is a particularly nasty
belt, made of metal and I will fit it to many different parts of your body over
the next week of training and try to see which position you like best.  About
face and return to your regular duties."  When the slave turned around, Titus
kicked him in the ass.  The slave took a few steps, turned to face his Master
and fell to his knees and said, "Sir.  Thank you Sir!"  Got up quickly and ran
off to his cohort which was straining away doing very hard labor, as usual.

When 128 arrived in his group he bowed to Titus's assistant and asked for
permission to speak.  When granted approval 128 said, "Sir.  The Master
ordered this lowly serf to service his rod with its mouth and also to be fitted
with a cilice.  Sir. What is a cilice?"  The Greek lad answered, "The
correct Latin
term is cilicium which basicly means a rough, itchy undergarment worn as an
act of contrition or mortification, but in the Master's case it is a
metal device
made of many chained-together links with sharp spikes protruding downward.
The barbs are not very long so they dig into the flesh only slightly,
don't cause
much bleeding but hurt like hell and even worse when you move."

After #128 thanked the Greek for the information, he made his expected
gratitude and kissed the palm of his assistant Master's hand and walked away
with a slowly developing erection.  To hide this forbidden show of not being
chaste, the slave stuck a small twig up his urethra and let the pain there
blot out the image in his mind of sucking on his Master's sexual member.
The pain of this cilice would just be an added pleasure to the duty he had
to look forward to.

Titus called his assistant to him and said, "I have a special job for
you tonight.
There is a slave wench being sent over from the camp across the river who has
just weaned her 3rd child and needs to be bred again.  You get her pregnant
again as soon as possible.  She's got a great set of teets on her,
still leaking
mothers milk, and I want you to pump her full of your seed until she is with
child again.  I will expect you to perform your regular duties out on the field
with me and I'll possibly give you a little extra time in the evenings to enter
her as often as feasible.  I will use that new slave 128 in place of you, but if
he doesn't work out pleasing me, I'll still have your tight little cunt to ream
while you are resting up from your duties with the wench."  Titus's subordinate
thanked his Master for arranging the extra duty for himself and went around
the rest of the day with a big smile on his face.




End of Part 5