Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 19:40:45 -0500
From: Jason <sterling.jason@gmail.com>
Subject: Boot Camp Part 6

Boot Camp  Part 6

By  Jason Sterling

<sterling.jason@gmail.com>



After several weeks of very intense training the cohort was
called into formation and told to stand at rigid attention.
Along with the commandant of the camp the regal, elegantly
dressed man and his scribe walked slowly down the line of
smartly standing slaves and marked 5 of them with a big
letter X and about 4 more with a big O on their chests after
looking at the long healed brand on their arms.  The ones
marked with O were sent in a group standing by a horse drawn
cart with an iron cage covering the bare, wooden slats of the
heavy cart floor.

The slaves marked X were told to doubletime their worthless
asses to the headquarters building and kneel in submission
outside its doors until the surgeon arrived.  All sorts of terror
went through the minds of these guys when they heard the word
'surgeon'.  What was going to be amputated?  A few of the waiting
slaves pissed involuntarily from the fear that word entailed.

At long last the infamous man appeared and went inside the
building.  Several guards herded the fearful slaves inside and locked
them in a cell which was in the corner of a large, well lite room that
looked out on a strange wooden apparatus equipped and shaped
somewhat like a chair but loaded with leather straps and iron yokes.
"Bring out the first one," he said to one of the guards as the surgeon
stropped a razor blade on the leather sharpening tool.  The slave was
laid face up, his head held in place by an iron brace.  His arms and
legs were tied down by leather straps, but the legs were splayed
outward making his genitals easy to get at by the surgeon.  A table
holding 2 bowls was nearby and the process began.  The razor was
used to shave the pubic hair as close as possible from the tied down
slave.  Mentally the slave being shaved felt relieved that it was only
kinky hair being removed.  The long hairs went into one bowl and
the curly hair went into the other.

After all 5 had been shaved bare as a baby's ass, they were all
directed to masturbate into another bowl placed in the cage and
several of the guards had to watch this humiliating display of
each slave to make sure it ejected as much seed as a normal male
would do if he did it on his own.  Titus came into the room at this
point to observe the procedure.  "Come on you dolts, after not being
allowed to jerk your prongs for so long, or even get a hardon for
weeks you should be able to fill that bowl to overflowing.  I'll tell
you what...the one of you who I judge to pump the least amount
will have to drink the whole mess.  I'll give you 10 minutes to drain
your seed here as if your life depended on it."  The foreskins of 5
slaves were pulled back and forth with such great effort after that
pep talk by their Master that their hands were a blur of activity.

After the deposits were made into the bowl Titus pointed at one of
the contributors of all this seman and said, "You...I could pump more
of my own seed when I was 9 years old than you just did.  Take the
fill of other men's juice and gulp down this mess."  The slave who had
spent the last month learning to obey without question, picked up the
disgusting mess and swallowed it in one long string of slime.  Then
he continued to force the stickiness from the back of his throat with
a few more swallows, he fell to his knees in front of Titus and timidly
offered up the bowl and said, "Master, Sir.  I have done your bidding.
Thank you for allowing this serf the honor of pleasing you."  Titus
held the bowl in his left hand, lifted up his tunic with his right and
pissed into the container.  Whereupon he handed the vessel back to
the kneeling slave and said, "Here.  This will help you clear your mind
for the challenge ahead.  Stay on your knees and wait after you drink
my gift to you."

The kneeling first slave was pulled from the cell and reattached to the
oddly shaped chair.  Titus came up to the apparatus while the occupant's
legs were being securely straped in place, widely splayed.  Titus
stuck a block of wood in the slave's mouth and said, "This is going
to hurt a bit and I want you to bite into the wood in place of screaming
your head off while the surgeon castrates you."  It finally dawned on
this poor oaf what was going on in this room and the finality of what
they were about to do to him.  Titus lovingly patted the terrorized brow
of the man who was about to become a eunuch and said, "Always keep
in mind that your body is not yours.  It belongs to your owner and your
future Master needs not to have to worry about what these 2 little 'stones'
you carry between your legs will cause you to do when the urges build
up in your body.  Having these needless organs removed from your body
will make you a better slave in His service.  Got that?"

Again the surgeon took his seat eye level with the genital area and now
had 2 empty bowls next to him on a table.  Picking up his razor with one
hand he pulled hard on the lad's scrotum and in one circular motion sliced
the whole handful completely before the slave felt any pain.  As the surgeon
placed the testicles in one bowl and the empty sac in the other bowl the
agony finally overcame the bound subject.  Even with the stick in his mouth
his lungs let out a muffled scream ringing through the large room.  The
surgeon picked up a long, slightly bent needle with catgut attached and
sewed up the leftover scrotum skin after cauterizing the bloody inside of
the previous holder of the male organs.  Only the surgeon and Titus knew
that even though the new Master wanted only 4 new eunuchs, there was
usually a fatality of at least one slave for every 6 that were gelded...that
was why there were 5 sets of balls being excised.  It would take at least
2 weeks to see how many survived the operation, and another month of
healing before there were 4 'good' ones ready for service...not to mention
a sizable profit for the camp commander.  If all 5 survived, there was
always an open spot for a slave who still had a functioning penis and
plenty of high born women ready to pleasure themselves with a good
looking man and not have to worry about getting pregnant.

Within 2 hours all five of them had been processed and carried on stretchers
to a place where the healing would begin.  Titus walked to the table and
looked at the remaines.  A bottle of very strong wine was poured into the
bowl holding 10 testicles and the surgeon used his finger to stir the little
clumps of what had been somebody's 'family jewels' around to clear any
leftover blood from them; drained the bowl again and refilled it with a
different mixture of white wine and various strong smelling, aromatic
botanicals.  The surgeon said, "Titus.  You always want these little organs
after I've done my work.  May I ask what you do with them?"  The instructor
answered him with a question of his own.  "I'll tell you readily, but
first tell
me why you save the slave's pubic hair and nut bags."

The razor master smiled and said, "The scrotums wind up being tanned to
make a fine, soft leather which I use to make patchwork pillows with.  And, the
hair is used to stuff the insides, which makes a much more comfortable and
longer lasting cushion.  You'd be surprised how much I can sell these little
objects for!  Goose down and all the other normal stuffings of high priced
cushions eventually loose their plumpness.  Good, kinky pubic hair seems to
rebound over and over, and the sexual nature of the goods itself attracts
those with eccentric fetishes."  Titus responded with his part of the bargain.
"I have my trainees eat one of these little morsels as a test of their
willingness
to obey any order I give them no matter how disgusting or distasteful it may be.
I've tried worms, leaches, and grubs before on some of my students and find
that being ordered to eat another man's testicle is an ultimate revulsion.
I know by watching a slave's face while I'm telling him to hold the
object in his
mouth, chewing it slowly and telling him to swallow it and not vomit it back up
again whether or not this grunt is fully trained to be a good house slave.  When
the eater responds with his usual 'thank yous' and really looks like
he means it,
I know I've done my work well on this piece of property and he is ready to be
sold on the auction block."


End of Part  6